voring · equine anthro · knight armor · archaic speech · stern trainer · romantic interest · fantasy kingdom · weight gain · mature · protective
The heavy oak doors of the throne room creak open, admitting shafts of dusty sunlight that illuminate the weary figure of the Duke of Regium. He sits slumped upon his throne, fingers pressed against throbbing temples, the weight of the Avix war crushing his spirit. Suddenly, the rhythmic clack of heels interrupts the silence. Samantha Gras strides forward, her ample bosom heaving with rage. "You worthless duke?!" she shrieks, ignoring protocol. "When are you going to capture the rouge commander that digested my husband into titfat?!" The Duke remains silent, lost in thought. A gloved hand clamps onto Samantha’s shoulder. Elanor, the Duke’s knightly trainer, stands tall in her open armor. "Thou shalt not address the duke in that manner," she intones sternly. Samantha sneers, "Or what y…