Orsgadts
Goenhrads

The great wall was spread across the border of Orsgadt. The wall was made of mountain stone glued with plaster. It was nearly seven meters tall with a thickness of over five meters at some point. The six watchtowers stood upright at six points and there was only one gate to enter and exit.

There used to be three entrances but after the Orsgadt uprising, the two gates bordering Imperia and Eimersun were permanently closed. After the border wall, there is still one more wall that no one should pass but the soldiers and residents of Orsgadt. This new wall is even stronger than the other wall.

Life in Orsgadt is very abnormal, at least according to the traders and travelers who pass through it. Residents are not allowed to meet outsiders. All business is taken care of by a Commerce Officer, as they call it, who will buy the entire needs of the traders. Although it feels strange, but the Commercials dare to pay expensive so it is not too disputed by the traders.

Rumors circulating among the merchants were that the residents of Orsgadt may have been exhausted by being made into the food of the king's pet. Recently there were rumors that said there was a massive construction in the palace environment that caused Orsgadt to collect slaves from all over Artamea. It seemed that the slaves were also dead as no one had ever been seen coming out alive from Orsgadt.

A dozen years ago when the Great King Orsgadt was still in power, the palace of Orsgadt was the most beautiful in Artamea. The palace stands on an island in the middle of the lake with its connecting bridges and magnificent high towers. Now there was a strange aura that made the building appear haunted and the lake was already three times wider. It seemed like the king wanted to keep anyone away from the palace.

A black horse with its rider who was also dressed in black roared across the stone bridge. The rider stopped his horse and waited for the bridge to be lowered. The bridge made of iron and wood came down slowly and showed a spacious interior without any trees. The horseman darted in and continued riding to the main part of the palace. When he arrived, he went down and let his horse be taken care of by a servant.

The room entered was the main room where the king spent his days sitting on a throne and partying with beautiful women. As usual, today there were three beautiful women who accompanied the king. Seeing his arrival, the advisor sent the women to go to the king's bedroom.

“What news do you bring?” ask the counselor who wears a long robe with an old ash color embroidered with black thread. Almost half of his face was covered by whiskers and a bushy beard was white. He looked at the newly arrived spy with a condescending look.

“Movements in Arsyna. There are supernatural beings that are blocking our plans,” said the man dressed in black.

“Hmmm, supernatural beings have started to appear. What about that fortune teller. Did you find it?” ask the advisor.

“But.” The man in clothes answered nervously. “She is very shrewd ..” The spy could not finish his sentence. A fruit knife was stuck in his heart. His eyes widened and he fell dead on the luxurious carpet of the kingdom.

“Useless! Make sure the clairvoyant is found and find the magical creature!” the king's orders were furious. “No one can enter Orsgadt!” his roar.

The advisor who already knew the character of the king did not argue. He will do anything to stay alive, including obeying all the orders of the despotic king. He bowed respectfully and walked out of the hall. Behind him, two soldiers dragged the corpse of the spy out of the hall.

Goenhrad, the despotic king sat on the throne of Orsgadt with a tense face. He wore a black robe embroidered with gold with a hood ornament of wolf fur. A thick armor was attached behind his robe and a golden crown gleamed above his head. His hair was gray, his eyebrows sticking out. His moustache and his crest formed his face and covered his hardened jaw earlier. There was something different about his face, his left eye was red.

A dozen years have passed since he took over Orsgadt. A revolt that the Great King of Orsgadt never imagined even by the whole of Artamea. Just last night and everything was his. He did not care about all the corpses that were piled up in the square or the blood that soaked the streets of Orsgadt. That is a fair price for a throne.

The sudden attack he was doing was really effective. The royal army could do nothing and the royal family was wiped out in an instant. Actually he wanted to burn Orsgadt's palace to the ground but Yhourin, his sorcerer, forbade it. There are special forces protecting the palace, he said. To him it was just nonsense yet he still needed Yhourin to realize his ambition as king.

After his conquest and until now, other kingdoms did not welcome him well. Goenhrad knew they didn't want to deal with him. The three kingdoms formed their own groups but Goenhrad was not a fool, he sent spies to all the kingdoms. They gave him valuable information.

There was anger because as the king of Orsgadt he was not hailed by Artamea. His own people hated him and chose to leave Orsgadt. He was kind enough to let them go unscathed on condition that all their property belong to the kingdom. Most of the people of Orsgadt have left this kingdom. Only the old families remain.

Goenhrad vowed to teach a lesson to the three kingdoms that did not regard his existence as a king. He wants Artamea to be fucked. He began to send assassins to wreak havoc everywhere. His killers disguised themselves as robbers and he did not care if they became violent and killed many people.

No one can have any joy other than himself, as he set out. Arsyna's fucked up, Imperia's next. Eimersun will be a formidable opponent but no one can resist the magic power of Yhourin, so he just waited for the right time to destroy them all. Before that he'll have fun watching them suffer.

Goenhrad rose from his throne. The news is not interesting. Today is not interesting either. He took off his golden crown and threw it far away and hit the wall of the hall. The crown fell to the floor. Goenhrad did not care, he walked towards his bedroom where beautiful women were waiting.

Like wild cats looking at meat, the three beautiful women pounced on Goenhrad and pressed him into a large bed in the middle of the room. They were under the influence of hallucinatory incense smoke which Goenhrad's men used to make them forget themselves. Goenhrad grinned. These women had no idea what they would face after having fun later. They will not live to tell how powerful Goenhrad, the ruler of Orsgadt, is.

After satisfying his lust, Goenhrad fell asleep alone in his bed. The women had been dragged away by their guards. They will be the food of his pet wild animals in the cave to the north of the palace building.

The door opened a little. Goenhrad knows who's coming. The only person free to enter his room was Yhourin. Yhourin is the descendant of the fire fairy. He could control fire and of course a being that had the power of fire, like the Anthura Dragon.

Since a dozen years ago, nothing has changed from the face and stature of Yhourin. No one would have thought that she was a witch. Her long, orange-red hair like flames draped forward covered her dense chest.

A dark brown Yhourin robe touched the floor. She was wearing only a thin silk dress that showed off her beautiful curves. Her skin is very smooth but slightly darker than the skin color of Orsgadt women and her long legs are seen between the hemispheres of her dress as she walks. The sparkling golden tattoo was on his legs and arms.

Yhourin stared at Goenhrad who was lying on top of the bed with just a piece of cloth bound covering his waist down. With a movement of his finger, the door behind him was tightly shut.

“Quite have fun? You should have been looking for a queen. A woman you slept with and didn't throw into a cave of beasts,” Yhourin said.

“Heating only. What's in it?” Goenhrad asked back.

“That woman will cure your madness,” said Yhourin.

“There's you. Enough already,” reply Goenhrad.

With one move, Goenhrad had laid Yhourin on the bed. They drift in the overflow of desire. Only Yhourin can satisfy Goenhrad. They always kept it tightly from the ears of all the inhabitants of the palace. No one knew that Goenhrad and Yhourin were lovers.

“These women, which one do you like best?” yhourin asked Goenhrad who was hugging him.

“Entaih, it feels the same. Why do I have to fuck them before they're made into a savage animal meal?” Goenhrad asked slowly.

“You already know. Because your eyes need the light of their lives.” Yhourin stroked Goenhrad's left cheek.

“Yes, I need them,” hisses.

Goenhrad remembered three nights after the Orsgadt rebellion, he came to the basement where Yhourin lived. He was about to have Yhourin open a path to the Valley of Death to dispose of the corpses of the rebels. He does not find Yhourin, a hunchback, creepy-faced old witch but a mature woman who has the beauty of a fairy. Yhourin had tricked her by disguising herself as an old witch.

That night Goenhrad could not sleep. Yhourin's beauty filled her head. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his entire life. Yhourin suddenly comes and surrenders herself to Goenhrad. He warned that Goenhrad would lose one of his eyes by sleeping with the offspring of the fire fairy.

Goenhrad, who was already fascinated by Yhourin, did not care if one eye was missing. They made love and in the morning he found his left eye had turned red. Yhourin no longer appears like an old witch but only in the presence of Goenhrad.

A secret passage from the basement made it easy for the two to meet whenever they wanted. Unfortunately his left eye demanded him to gather the light of life from the adult women. If his head was about to break, his confidants would bring him beautiful women, whether invited or kidnapped.

“There is no way to return my eyes?” This is the first time he has asked about it.

“There. You could kill me. Your left eye will be back.” Yhourin smiled sadly.

Goenhrad was shocked to hear Yhourin's words. Yhourin was his most precious possession. Only Yhourin understood him.

“I won't be able to do it. You are mine most precious,” Goenhrad holds Yhourin's hand. The tattoo on Yhourin's hand shimmered as Goenhrad placed it on his chest. “You have my heart,” said Goenhrad.

Yhourin smiled. Goenhrad always makes her feel warm. They kissed and did not leave the big bed until night came.

“How about we just destroy the land of man and go far north?” ask Goenhrad.

“You will only invite the anger of the fairy king. Still haven't had enough fun with messing with Arsyna?” Yhourin placed her hand on Goenhrad's chest. The whole blood circulation of the man is normal.

“Not yet. Imperia and Eimersun must suffer.” Goenhrad pulled Yhourin's hand and kissed her.

“The daughter of king Eimersun is very beautiful. Make her your queen.”

“I don't need a consort.”

Yhourin. The idea has been rejected dozens of times. “Serah Your Majesty.”

“You're not jealous of those women?”

“No, I should instead thank them for helping you survive.”

Goenhrad sat down while hugging Yhourin. The offspring of the fire fairy let Goenhrad smell her hair and ears tipped slightly taper.

“That crown, you have to do something.”

“What did you throw away earlier?” ask Yhourin.

“Not, crown Orsgadt,” Goenhrad replied.

Yhourin turned her head towards the large glass cabinet in the corner of the room. A crown was stored at the top while below it was a set of armor. Both belonged to the Great King Orsgadt. He can't wear it. Both can only be used by descendants of the king Orsgadt.

“My love, let it go. There is nothing you can do with him,” Yhourin said.

Goenhrad grinned. I will burn it or throw it into the crater of Mount Hitam if necessary, grimace in my heart.

The ruler of Orsgadt vented his annoyance at Yhourin. Their moans and groans filled the room. Even if they screamed, no one would listen because Yhourin had left the room for just the two of them.