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Author's Chapter Notes:

Been a while, sorry about that. However I'm sad to say this slow paced schedule will stay for a little while.

As for today's chapter, bit more discussion focused. My biggest concern and criticism for myself for this chapter would be both my lack of description and poor set up of some dialogue.

(Will probably clean up some errors after a little while on the chapter too.)

A sparse room, littered with fancy decoration with an extravagant rectangular table was placed at the centre where I stood. Above me was a gold chandelier, which I couldn’t figure out if it were merely painted. Around me were chairs with crimson red cushions around a gold and wooden frame, provoking a stunning, dominant aura. One that reeked of power and wealth, such seats were set right around my vision. ‘Even if I worked my entire life off at Vascar. I doubt I could ever afford such a thing.’ I wondered, realising that the titanic chairs would cost more than what a humble knight was worth. 


“Your Majesty, it appears not only Marvialasia, but Vascar too, have gone against our backs.” A voice called out, a faint tinge of frustration lingered in her tone. “It’s a shame, really. One may expect such behaviour from the scoundrels over at Marvialasia, but to think Vascar would imitate such behaviour… It’s disappointing.``


A figure, seemingly aged more than twice the lifetime of I, was there. She spoke with fickle frustration, at such a tone that expressed both dissatisfaction and an expectant tiredness. It was as if she was aware that this outcome would arise, just unsure in the matter of when.


“Lisa, don’t let your spirits down. We’ve known it would occur at some point. Though involving Vascar was an unexpected move.” Another voice joins in, with a strong deep voice. To me, all giants possessed domineering tones. This one in particular however was far more heavy, as it carried a certain weight with it.


“Do you think the lands up north are involved?” The figure named Lisa asks in concern as she faces forward toward the queen, who seemed lost in thought in response to the question.




Of course she was obviously referring to the tyrannical Karkiman Empire and the modest Bingfordian Empire. Two powerhouses located on the western continent, unfortunately situated adjacent from one another. These dominant titans known as political empires, clashed against one another.. 


The peaceful and quiet land of Bingfordian was what I and many other citizens of Vascar attributed to ‘making it’ in life. That being reaching rampant success. ‘And who could blame us? Lands full of age-old dungeons, ancient historical monuments and wonder were right there! With mystical plant life and bountiful treasure lurking across every corner!’ On duty once I even got to look over the border of Vascar and Bingfordian, an event I wouldn’t forget. What I saw were hills full of lush green flora that seemingly changed into a range of unique environments across the horizon. Colours of greenery transforming into brownish reds, or deeper and warmer greens depending on whichever direction I stared. I couldn’t help but compare to Vascar.  With the very air so foul,  so stunk of corrupt feudal greed that plagued my kingdom, almost being seemingly swept away as I approached the border. I could smell it, ‘Hell I could even taste it.’ The liberty and privilege of what it felt to truly live. It made me want to abandon my post at the barren, drought gifted lands where I was positioned at northern Vascar, to run away and live as a refugee forever more. Alas as my senses returned, the shackles that forced me to my land pulled on tight, and I was bound back in place to my post.


Bingfordian was a multicultural society, housing capable dwarves, scholarly elves, proficient fairies  and even sentient monster races. However there were no giants there and I had always wondered why, but after living with them for a month it became a little clearer. Simply put, Bingfordian wasn’t built with creatures of their magnitude in mind, it wasn’t going to magically acquire such infrastructure overnight either. ‘Maybe at some point we could achieve an alliance with them… Would do well for their multicultural agenda.” I silently hoped. ‘Much better than getting involved with the Karkiman empire, though an alliance with Bingfordian would result in an instant declaration of war from them...’ 


*Thump.* *Thump.* 


Quiet, but heavy taps to the ground beneath me were felt resonating through my body. The amount of force in them to the giantess right beside me would have been next to nothing, but a mere human like myself would feel them from hundreds of metres away. It didn’t help that she was tapping her finger to a wooden, sturdy table too. Which only seemingly amplified the force from her fingers. She tapped away, lingering in thought from Lisa’s question. However my mind was distracted from learning a new habit of Ana’s, ‘hmm, so she's the type that taps her fingers when she’s lost in thought.’ Were my immediate thoughts. 




“No, our scouts have observed no prominent activity in either of the lands.” Ana interjects. A slightly cold, formal demeanour was carried about in her body language with her elbows on the table, with her arms reaching up towards her face, which rested atop the backs of her hands. They slightly covered up her face and mouth. It created an image of someone exploring many possibilities in their mind. Of someone looking for the bigger picture.


She informs the table that Ranate has not detected any suspicious activity, though I find that statement rather confusing. ‘I mean, how could you know for sure?’ 


“But Ana, can your scouts truly detect such activity?” I questioned, aloud with an unusually strong tone. Suddenly the entire roundtable halts. The council members seated from afar on the rectangular table seated away from me quiet down at my sudden provocation. Their large, beady eyes come zooming down on me, as if to locate where the sudden sound came from. ‘Did they not realise I was here all along?’ I briefly wondered. Ana ignores their attitude and contemplates the question.


“Oh? my little noble squire, what do you mean?” She asks, half serious and half satire. For some reason she always manages to humble me, no matter how snarky or serious a situation may seem. Regardless, I voice my concerns.


“People uhh-er *cough*, I mean Humans are quite a bit smaller than any of you. If some did manage to sneak in, I find it difficult to believe you could easily notice them.” I explain, with my eye contact staying strictly on Ana due to nervousness and fear. I wasn’t accustomed to having so many expectant gazes leer in my direction. So naturally I was a little anxious. 


“I see,” Ana answers. 


“That's why the same logic should apply when you go scouting. How conclusive is it that your intel finds no readings of suspicious movement across the northern borders?”


“ Well, I understand your concerns, but don’t fret, honey. It’s quite unlikely the ones up north would invade. They’re simply in no shape to do so. Both empires are fully focused on each other, if either Marvialasia or Ranate were to pick a side, it’d mean a full scale war involving the empires and our smaller lands” Ana exclaims, politely. “ We’re keeping wary as an extra control measure, but it seems quite unlikely either empire is willing to make that push, our other intel supports that theory too.”



“O-oh, I see.” I reply, slightly embarrassed. As if I asked a stupid question. I tuck my head down and avert eye contact. In conjunction, as if sensing our private conversation finishing; the three council members spring back into action. 


“Is that your majesty, Leon? Why, Ana, you should have mentioned he was here all along. Hello there little guy.” The young giantess with the lovely deep voice kindly introduces herself. “I’m Elysia, newly appointed head deputy of our military and defence administration.” 


“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Leon from Vascar and-” I attempt to introduce myself to her, and the rest of the ladies. However I was abruptly cut off. 


“Ugh, why is there a tiny here? From Vascar too.”


 Lisa, as if offended, interjects in an over exaggerated manner. She was a typical 60m (200ft) tall giantess and as I mentioned earlier, she seemed to be almost twice as old as I. With slight wrinkles evident on her face, and a manner of speaking foreign to any other giantess I’ve encountered beforehand. She dressed, like everyone else in the room, with heavy warm clothing containing multiple tight layers of fabric bound to her skin with the addition of a woollen scarf around her neck.


“It is due to her naïve majesty, getting married in a rushed and abrupt manner. You did not inform us, the council, of this most important decision.” The third voice finally began speaking.  Cold, quiet and blunt were the descriptors I could give for the last giantess’ mannerisms. 


“Do you have an issue with my love life, Rheas?” Ana retorts, slightly angry it appears. ‘Though to be honest, I was as well at this Rheas person.’


“Your majesty, you are still unaware of the ways of the world. We in the council only wish the best for you. That’s why we’re here, so we can guide you on your way of ruling over your people. So surely you can understand our concerns  that marrying this country bumpkin is-”


“Silence, I won’t be hearing it. Frankly this has nothing to do with our current agenda.” Ana cuts off Rheas’ spiel.


“Sorry but this isn’t something I can agree with either.” Lisa re-joins in. “ Queen Ana, you are a figure of power, of dominance and authority. Marrying such a no name mite like him only weakens your reputation!”


Elysia gives a side eye glare to Rheas and Lisa, as if a warning to calm themselves down. 


“I grow tired of your constant nagging, I truly do.” Ana too calms herself down. However, her brow tells me she isn’t settled.


“Lisa and I only voice what is best for the kingdom.” Rheas argues, slightly squinting her eyes to lower her brow. 


 “You two wished to grant the crown prince of Marvialasia, the title of king consort of our nation a few months back! Of course I declined such an offer. Becoming a pretty badge of fickle, short lived peace for such a deplorable man; the prince of such a venomous nation is not what is best for my country, or for my people!” Ana lightly shouts, her voice remains formal. But the anger seeps through. Almost like an infection, it starts to involuntarily resonate with me. 


“ It was a mere ploy, we would capture him and use him as a bargaining tool.” Lisa mentions. With her hand on her upper chest set in a diagonal manner. Her palm lay fixated. She struck this pose as if to portray herself as truthful.


“What about my say in this? Was I simply to risk bearing children with such a man? For short term peace no less?” Ana questions. “Was I nothing more than a tool to use then? What if the enemy had some elaborate scheme? What if they planned to use their superior understanding of magic?”


I wanted to raise my voice, to shout with her. To tell them off that they have no business dictating her life for her. However, my voice is feeble and puny. It simply would get talked over. Ignored. In the worst case, they may even use my words against me somehow. So I decided to remain quiet. 



“ You and your mother follow the same damned beliefs. So unfitting of a leader. To think you would jeopardise the kingdom for your own meagre superstitions…” Rheas harshly criticises.


“Yet, the kingdom is in its best shape? Oh how sorry we are for our involvement, of what we’ve done.” Ana sarcastically apologises, offering meaningless condolences to the legacy of her late mother’s actions. 


“The kingdom is in its worst shape! Tinies are beginning to reach higher up positions in society, the late high class society have also started losing small shares of wealth and our war with Marvialasia rages on! How are these improvements? The Darlington-Bliss’ have ruined the values of what our great kingdom has stood for!” Lisa scorns, though rage is only slightly evident in her voice. Instead, a tense bitterness that can only be conveyed vexingly through words was felt to anyone in the nearby vicinity. 


“Your age is showing, Lisa. With how outdated your beliefs are, and with your stubbornness too, it isn’t a wonder why the peasants under your rule are dissatisfied with you.” Ana briefly pauses, examining the disgusted look of Lisa’s before continuing. “People move on, times change. Giantesses of Ranate aren’t mad at Marvialasia like they used to be. No more blind hate is corrupting their views on tinies, the only hate left is for their ruler.” Ana replies.


“Our hate for Marvialasia is justice itself; we deserve to have them under our foot!” Lisa argues, suddenly a picture of a bitter old figure, rambling away is painted in my mind. It bared a striking resemblance to the nobles at Vascar.


“Yes, but not all tinies are Marvialasians, and not all humans want us dead. Nor do all giantesses want to dominate their humans.”


“Tsk! Your naive optimism knows no bounds.” Lisa bitterly snickers. Creating a much needed silence in the room. A silence lasting a few seconds, creating awkward tensions between the figures present. I wait for a couple seconds, for what may be the most tense council meeting I’ve ever attended, only for the silence to continue. The giants around me stare at each other in displeasure. Eyebrows burrowed for some.


“Ana’s right,” I selfishly intervene. “ I’ve only been here for a little while, but I just can’t see people going back to the ways you described they used to be. Already so many shops and professions are accepting tinies. You can’t just say that-”


“Silence you lowly insect!” Lisa harshly scowls aloud.


“That’s enough Lisa! You can’t say such rubbish to your newly appointed king.” Elysia interrupts, almost seemingly in response to seeing Ana’s glaring gaze. One full of rage hidden behind an unamused neutral smile. 


“Pssh? What king? We don’t have one! A mere king consort won’t order me around. Don’t get so high and mighty now that you're married.” Rheas clicks her tongue with attitude as she refuses to listen.


“Madam Rheas, I ask that you will obey my word. Sit down, and let us resume our plan of attack…” Ana once more interrupts. A cold, harsh tone is present in her voice. She speaks slowly, slightly quietly. With her gaze tired, unassuming and distant.  The sudden excess formality even throws me off guard. 


“...” 


Silence was once more the loudest noise present in the air, no one other than Rheas dared to speak a word after. For the command itself was instructed for Rheas. 


The woman sat herself down. No reply necessary.


“ It’s true that marriage with tinies is a hot topic when it concerns me. After all, the politics of the King consort title and husband get a little muddy.” Ana admits.


“T-they do?” I ask in confusion.


“Before my mothers reign, it was rare for any tiny person to get married to the princess specifically. She fought hard for the now many rights of tinies. However, it muddied the water with Ranate’s previous system.” Ana briefly paused. ” See, before the sole purpose of mankind was for our reproductive purposes. The man chosen to be responsible for the queen’s child was called the ‘king consort,’. However, they weren’t necessarily wedded to the queen. In fact they were expendable once the child was born.”


What? Isn’t that my title now?’ I questioned. It appeared that Ranate’s history was rather interesting, albeit perhaps a little convoluted though. 

The recent exposition of information however felt quite honestly fitting. ‘Hell I’ll be the first man to say those old customs weren’t designed with the health of the tiny in mind’. I explored the many possibilities of why these traditions existed. Afterall to the giantesses themselves, they were nothing short of good fun. And with magic involved, Tiny humans like myself were mostly safe too. 


With magic involved,’ I thought, being key. There was definitely a time period where the lack of magic would have caused severe issues with the traditions of Ranate. Of course, back then marriage was out of the window. ‘I doubt back then, anyone was actually marrying one another inter-species’. So those extreme traditions were also null and void for this theory. However, just everyday conventions and the very systems themselves seemed against humans. Which now started to make sense. ‘It appears, these traditions weren’t meant for tinies at all. Just the opposite, they existed solely to torment them… We were considered expendable, for a cruel time period at least.’ I thought, in the silent realm of my mind right as Ana began speaking once more.


“So, when the queen marries a human now, with marriage laws intact, the tinies aren’t expendable anymore. After all, more than just reproduction becomes their only purpose now. This creates a weird paradox where the roles of new king consorts differ from prior ones, as any married man to the queen automatically becomes a king consort but also a husband. Hence, they aren’t capable of being deployed as foot soldiers or simply forgotten about right after. They just carry on as partners of the queen.”


“I see.” I answer after receiving the sudden, unexpected history lesson. 


“Hmph, he didn’t even know that! See?” Rheas points her finger toward me, as if directing blame.'' How can he become our king if he knows nothing about our land, or our laws and customs?” Rheas jeers. 


“Rheas, times are changing. He isn’t just some random king consort, he is also my husband. My lover. Any offence to him is an offence to me. Unlike previous queens before the Darlington-Bliss, I won’t hear or accept any slander towards Leon, especially on such spiteful logic.” 


“Yeah, well you can do that. But what about us? What about any doubters in the populace? Are they just meant to quiet down and accept this new tiny as their king? You can’t silence their opinions, not if you care for your public image at least.” Lisa replies, sceptical of Ana’s perspective. “Sure, most will blindly follow the monarchy, but some will always remain as doubters. And we all know that anybody in your position knows the hindrance doubters provide…”


“At the very least, he hasn’t done enough to be considered worthy of being either a monarch, king consort, or your husband. That much is clear.” Rheas concludes.


“Once again, I’ll repeat myself. You don’t get to decide when he’s ‘worthy’ or not.” Ana rebuts, a slight tired expression laid across her face.


“-But you do agree that he isn’t enough to be considered king at the very least?” Lisa, once sensing an opportunity, interjects once more.


“ I-I, well-” Ana begins speaking, before a slight pause. As if in confrontation with her own ideals, she slightly bows her head down in defeat before continuing. “No… It’s true that he hasn’t done enough to be properly considered king.”


“Well that wraps this up-” Lisa attempts to finish the discussion, before getting cut off.


“I can prove myself.” I boldly state. Sensing Ana wasn’t going to win her debate, I decided it’s time to sell myself a little bit here. “If the issue is that Ana shouldn’t be marrying a no name, random helpless tiny. Then I can fix that!”


Ana peers down at my form, a little bit nervous but ultimately a proud and reserved smile lays across her face.


“Oh, is that so?” Lisa mocks, a giggle hidden behind the fakeness of her smile. It was as if she was trying her best in not trying to laugh at my proclamation.


“Give me a fair task, anything worthy for a king of this kingdom. I’ll do it.”


“A fair task? For little ol’ you? That’d hardly be anything of worth for our kingdom little man.” Rheas says. “ If you want to prove yourself, you’ll have to take things a bit out of your comfort zone.” 


Ana stares down at me with a worrying gaze, unsure if this was the right move to make. She has our hand enfolded with one another, with fingers intertwined. ‘Perhaps a sign she isn’t too optimistic about the task?’


“The task must be fair, I’ll moderate that. If anything is overly harsh then I’ll immediately cancel it.” Ana argues. “And I mean fair in the sense that you folk aren’t capable of influencing it.” 


Rheas and Lisa stare at each other's eyes and smile, then Lisa smiles at Elysia and she nods back at her. 


“Fine, fine, your majesty. Not to worry, we’ve come up with a fine idea. One we originally didn't need to use… But now it seems that a ‘fine’ young man has taken the plunge.” Lisa mockingly says while eyeballing me. 


“We’ve reached a unique predicament with our land, as I’m sure your majesty is aware. We are at war with Marvialasia, but cannot afford to upset either the Karkiman empire or the Bingfordian empire up north. The land east, Vascar also seems to be conspiring against us.” Elysia, after a long absence from the discussion, re-joins in. “The easiest option we have, is to allow someone to sneak in up northwest, and enter into Marvialasia from there and gather intel. This would not only assist in attacking the kingdom, but also allow us to prevent a proxy war with Vascar.” 


“Ah, but the issue is that any giantess would make an obvious ploy. Far too easy for anyone to see the issue there… You're not suggesting we have Leon be this spy, are you councilors?”


There was a brief pause in the room. Where Ana’s gaze was focused harshly on Rheas. As if engaging in a war of silent words, it looked like they had conversed from merely their facial expressions. 


“Why yes, we are. Even Elysia is with us.” Rheas smugly says.


“...” 


Ana stares to the side, at Elysia in confusion. From my perspective it’s all happening so fast that I’m struggling to keep up with the discussion. However, I’ve made up my mind on what my goals are. So not like that matters much to me anymore. I wasn’t sure if it was the sudden spike in adrenaline, but I seemed weirdly excited, especially since I would normally be reacting in the opposite manner. 


“ I believe it would be a good morale boost, as well as a way to strengthen both your majesty’s reputations. If sir Leon leaves this hurdle a stronger man, then it would only benefit the kingdom. Outside of Ranate, hardly anyone should be familiar with him too.” Elysia reasons her stance. Picking the council members perspective over ours. 


Her stance on the matter makes Ana’s facial expression twitch, as if showing her own battle of ideals. Back to her position of being lost in thought, Ana faces me once more.


“ Will this be alright for you?” She asks, her voice harrowing but gentle. 


“I-I’ll manage. I’ve gone this far already. I won’t be giving up here.” I declare, loud and clear for the roundtable to hear, though a slight tinge of nervousness still was ever present. “After this, Rheas and Lisa, will I finally be recognized as king here?”


“Hmph, It’ll depend on your progress. We have other issues after this that need addressing too you know. Such as the lack of ore and minerals available in our land. And the limited trade routes too.” Lisa announces. “ Who knows if one task will really sway the more skeptical people of Ranate…”


“There isn’t anything else I can do, but to lead by example.” I challenge both the arrogant council members in their beliefs. My passion for becoming worthy of the title graciously handed to me hadn’t changed. Why would it? At the lowest point of my existence, I had nothing. I lost it all, to greed and corruption. Now, Ana bestowed upon me wealth, fame, her own love and companionship. Like a gift from the gods, right to me when I needed it most. To help out her image for doing so much for me was a given in my mind. 


“Confident, are we? You may depart right away.” Lisa says, almost in a scary manner. As if her intent were to evoke fear.

“Right away is insane. I refuse. That goes against the fair task conditions we all agreed to. Give him ten days to get ready.” Ana strongly contends.


“Is this favoritism I see?” Lisa exclaims with a disappointed tone.


“ I struggle to see how jeopardizing the plan from your own stubbornness is a good idea. I’m simply allowing ten days in consideration for Beth to create an invisibility cloth for him, I still have to inform her about this request and all. Such fine craft takes a while; It would also vastly improve the odds of our success.” Ana, in an exhausted manner, argues back. Providing an elaborate excuse. 


“An invisibility cloth you say? Excellent. We can expend some patience for that. Any research done on magic and fine craftsmanship are resources spent well.” Rheas cheerfully proclaims.


‘Was my own well being not of any concern whatsoever to these council giants?’ I wondered, in awe of the sudden lack of care I was receiving. I knew there were giantesses out there that would be against my position, but to see them at such powerful seats of the monarchy? It struck a bitter cord that left a sour taste in my mouth. ‘Whatever, I have no better choice but to prove myself.” I thought, silent within the depths of my own thoughts. 


“Well, that concludes our meeting.” Rheas finishes. Seemingly had enough of my blabbering, she stands up abruptly, with a slight scorn across her face directed at my general position.  “I do hope our little warrior can prove himself somewhat. At least to around the level of competency of his former majesty. It’s the bare minimum. Originally we weren’t even going to offer him a chance when we would spot him, but since he’s eager to prove himself. He gets one shot.” 


“Yes, yes, I agree.” Lisa jeers. “We look forward to your upcoming achievements, as we’re all sure you’ll most certainly succeed…” 


“And, on the off chance you aren’t back in a month, the kingdom will assume you're dead.” Rheas declares.  “Good luck now, brave tiny.”



The two leave, exiting the roundtable room. Their footsteps to me sounded like loud tremors. Such that it made me wonder by reflex, of the hell I would be subject to if I was down there, stuck on the floor. The fear, the helplessness and powerlessness I would have against what would ultimately be their brisk average day walking pace. That horror latched onto my mind, like a bad case of the plague it made me want to pass out.  I peered outward, towards their fleeting ever escaping silhouettes. Seeing that it was done, it was over. The round table finished.


‘I just did that… I talked back to those titans.’ I realised, having all the events of the tense meeting come into effect. I vividly start recollecting the order and details of what I just said. ‘ I promised to do what now? To save Ranate… How? I’m a mere weakling, a squire. I know naught of magic or Magecraft. I know nothing of rune smithing or information gathering. I’m effectively useless in this field! And with a month long time limit no less?’ 


*Door shut* 



The two giants left the room, however my mind was preoccupied over my own worries. On why had I pledged to do such noble feats and achievements that were so far above my ability? My body sparked with a sudden change of heart as a result after processing the conversation that just passed. Hands shaking, panic mongering around me as my role slowly set in atop my shoulders. Even my teeth were shaking, as I stared back behind me to search for comfort,  and instead was met with a surprise. 


“...”


Suddenly a gigantic pair of muscular folds appeared. Soft, pink and squishy flesh that dominated my view.  A warm breeze full of comforting, familiar fragrances donned the air around me. Behind me were Ana’s lips as she leaned in for a heartfelt kiss. As if she sensed my panic, she sought to ease my angst. Her supple lips soon became one with me as they sunk closer to my form. It took only a mere instant for me to become captivated, engrossed and entranced by their form. They lighty pecked, barely a touch but the meaning behind it betrayed the gentleness behind that tenderness.


*Peck* 


“I just wanted you to know that you’re very brave. I honestly don’t know what I expected from this meeting, but it went better than expected. And that's all because of you.” Ana cooed, as she lowered her mouth down yet again for another kiss. Like before, she’s simply putting her mouth near table level in terms of height, attempting to kiss by reaching out towards me. 


*Smooch* 


This time, a slightly stronger kiss. For a few passing seconds only could I feel her touch. Yet, that was enough.


My hands no longer were shaking, my heart beat calmed down and my mind relaxed however little it could. 


“Don’t worry. I’ll be making sure you're up to the task personally. If we get this right, it’ll be a monumental event in our history.” Ana reassured me, as if settling the storm of worry in my heart. Her gentle but confident voice soothed my soul, creating a warm fuzzy feeling. 


“A-ahem, your majesties. I know it is a difficult mission. But in honesty I do believe you are capable enough of achieving results. Unlike those two, you have my full support provided the cause is beneficial to our land.” Elysia interrupts.


“Elysia… I know it's hard getting a say in with those two around. But I’m thankful for the little things you did during the discussion. Even if we’re at odds on our ultimatum.” Ana exclaims peacefully. 


“Of course, now then. I must head back to the knight’s quarters for an inspection. Excuse me, your royal highnesses.” Elysia bids her farewell, as she too proceeds to head towards the door.



“As for what our own plan of attack is going to be… Let's see.” Ana pondered. “ You need to develop a base level of magic, and we need to further examine your physical aptitude. You should already be quite strong, at least for a human due to the enchantments we placed on you a month ago.” 


“Right now, with the assumption I get a sick new invisibility item. My current skill set is horse riding, bare bones level knighthood, decent archery skills and some above average enchantments. Not much to go off to be honest.” I said, listing my own abilities.


“ We have a week, we need to somehow improve these odds in that time frame. Not to mention, brief you on some extra details regarding the mission itself. Oh and most importantly, one last thing.” 


“Hmm?” 


“Just some lovely, intimate endurance training.” 


“Huh? No, wait.” 


“ C’mon, you know it's important for your own strength now that you train, and we could spend some more time together too. At least this way we’ll kick off two birds with one stone.”


“What's the other bird in this metaphor?” I questioned, though I had a feeling I already knew the answer. 


“Well… You're gonna be away for a while, I need some time alone with you to make up for it, dear.”  She insinuates, suggestively. 


“Oh, so it's that kind of endurance training… Well I won’t be complaining.”


“Relax, relax. I promise it'll be beneficial for you.”


Both Ana and I let out a slight chuckle, though for completely different reasons. Ana’s nervousness set her on edge and she couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. Whereas I was more laughing in being worried about exactly what my ‘endurance training’ was going to be. Despite that, both of us knew that after this week It’d be a while before we’d see one another again. And whilst both of us had only known each other for a little longer than a month, and been busy with political adventures in the kingdom. Neither of us could bear to see the other go, even if temporarily. 



Chapter End Notes:

So, not a lot of fetish related content. But I think it was an important chapter to write, as it sets up a story line going forward. 

Discussion has some parts which may involve a lot of information being covered, and some of it may not be clear. When I have more time, I might make a little tl;dr here later. 

As always however, Thanks for reading, and I'd love it if anybody gave me feedback and reviewed the chapter.

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