Prompt: "the Lady of the Green Kirtle & Rillian, his lips taste like Charn"
Pairings: Lady of the Green Kirtle/Rillian
Content Warnings: Noncon (no sexual content)
Chapter 8: A Queen in all but name
She doesn't care to think of the past-she knows exactly what she needs to, to avoid past mistakes, the short cuts to success, but it's better to toss away the rest-but when her little princeling rises each morning singing her praises, she feels nostalgic. Others once bowed to her, followed her, feared and worshiped her; she was a god among men.
She thinks of that daft old king, ripe for the harvesting, and his son, soft and tender as mutton, and smirks; kissing Rillian tastes like victory.
