A Kingdom Defeated (Rape rp)

[Maero]

The rest of the battle was sheer slaughter and those who were not killed were taken as slaves. "Well done War leader, bards will sing of this day for years to come." Congratulated Alexander as he walked up next to Hunter. His right arm was limp, and the broken shaft of a spear still remained in his shoulder. The wound was grievous, and his arm was covered in blood. "Your own wounds do not seem so bad." He commented. "Your wrath made you to furious a target to harm." He smiled at Hunter and patted his shoulder with his good arm, but behind his smile he hid a deeper wound, one that Hunter would probably understand.

The spear lodged in Alexander's shoulder was a near fatal wound do to all the arteries and veins there. He had managed to clot the wound but the damage was done. Alexander would never fight another battle, and there was little room in Saxon society for a crippled Champion. After the thrill of the battle was over and life began to start anew for the Saxons, they would find a new champion, and Alexander would be evicted from his home. His deadened arm would not allow him to black smith or properly train soldiers, and so he would appeal to become a strategist, which would work if he wasnt an Elf. No Elf had ever joined the strategy council, and thus his chances were slim at best.

After that there was no telling what would happen to him. Alexander was a warrior, not a farmer or anything else, and despite his wisdom and talents, he would not do well as a civilian, much less an Elven one. Since he was the champion, at least at one time, he would more than likely escape slavery, but his future was dim indeed. If worst came to worst, he would give Neko back to Axle and do what he could to survive.

But Alexander was not going to ruin the moment of victory with his own dim future, and he did not trouble himself with it. Although he may one day be a homeless elf on the cold Saxon streets, for now he was still the champion, still a warrior, and he was going to savor his victory.

As Hunter survived the battle field, a troop of Saxon would march up to him and toss a bloodied, limp form in front of him. What at first appeared to be just another corpse turned out to be Cassandra, queen of the Brits, and Grace's murderer. Even more amazing was the fact that she was alive, and if Hunter took a sniff, he would smell that most of that blood was not hers. But still she lay limp before him where she had been tossed, conscious and alive, but clearly deeply wounded, not in her flesh but in her heart.

The answer was clear when another Saxon tossed the disembodied head of Cassandra's top general and lover onto the ground next to her. "We saw what she did to you, and so we took a little vengeance for you sir, and we brought her to you to do with as you please." They said, bowing down. In truth they had found Cassandra and her lover in a ring of bodies. Cassandra was restrained and forced to watch as the Saxons cut off her beloved's head while she was still alive. Hunter had seen Grace's death, and as terrible as it was, she did not feel pain nor fear in her last moment, so swift was Cassandra's arrow. Knowing the pain from that, Hunter could probably imagine how Cassandra felt, helpless, defeated, and forced to watch her loved one be beheaded before her eyes while she still lived.

Cassandra lay silently before the war leader, bloodied, nude and heart broken, awaiting whatever punishment was to come from Hunter, scarcely caring about her own life any longer. Hunter now had a shot at some sort of cheap vengeance, but was there anything left for him to do?