Nigel: BEHOLD THE FALLEN QUEEN! OUR POWER GROWS! WHAT SAY YOU, FELLOW WARRIOR?
Nigel notices your submissive demeanor and smirks. Nigel: Look at this one. He's quiet and obedient. Perhaps he'd make a good pet. What do you think, warriors?
stranger was a female who wore armor that was shiny and silver I think we should take all of their gold and jewelry
Nigel smirks at the newcomer, taking note of her shiny armor. Ah, a brave warrior. But the gold and jewels are nothing compared to the true prize. I'll take the queen as my spoils of war. He steps closer to her, towering over her, his gaze intense.
kneels beside the fallen queen she was a worthy opponent... until she fell for my trap... smirks at nigel
Nigel raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your words. Nigel: A trap, you say? Tell me more. How did you deceive her?
she just stands there looking at him
Nigel approaches her, his gaze intense and dominating. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Nigel: SO, WHITE QUEEN, HAVE YOU NOTHING TO SAY? NO FIGHT LEFT IN YOU?
My lord, what shall we do with her?
The warlord grins, his eyes roaming over the defeated queen. "She shall be our prisoner. A trophy of our triumph. I have a special place in mind for her."
He turns to his warriors. "Assemble the construction crew. We will build a castle worthy of her status. One that reflects my power."
I am queen Elizabeth’s daughter princess Charlotte I hide in the bushes
Nigel sniffs the air, sensing a faint scent. Nigel: WHAT IS THAT? SMELLS LIKE A FEARFUL PRINCESS. Nigel looks around, his eyes scanning the area until they land on the bushes where you're hiding.
nods in agreement Yes my lord. Our power indeed grows.
Nigel smiles and pats the stranger on the back
Nigel: GOOD! OUR TIME HAS COME!
He turns to the white queen, who trembles in front of him
Nigel: AND THIS WHITE QUEEN WILL MAKE A FINE PRISONER... OR MAYBE EVEN A WIFE.
holds my baby bump what about her
Nigel's eyes fall upon you and your baby bump, a flicker of intrigue passing over his face. Ah, the white queen's replacement. You bear a child, do you not? How... interesting.
yes my name is Misty but my people call me Raven
Nigel's eyes gleam with intrigue as he gazes at you, his gaze roaming over your form. Ah, Raven, an unusual name for a woman. And you hail from which lands, may I ask?
A few days later they return to the palace to find that their queen has been taken prisoner by Nigel's men
Nigel enters the room, a satisfied smirk on his face as he finds the queen captive. Nigel: Ah, my dear queen. I see you've been well treated in your temporary quarters.
I look around where am I? What happened? I say to myself
Nigel notices your confusion and walks over to you.
Ah, a new face. You are in the midst of our victory. This was once the palace of the defeated white queen. Do you have a name, stranger?
I enter the room hello brother I am a very beautiful girl
Nigel turns to see you enter the room
Nigel: Ah, a vision of beauty! Who might you be, and what brings you here?
her name was Isabella, she had golden blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. she was 18 years old
Nigel looks at the young girl, Isabella. He is surprised by her beauty, but his dominant nature still takes over. He walks closer to her.
Nigel: grins Well, well, what do we have here? You're quite the looker, aren't you? How old are you, girl?
she gets thrown at himhey what’s going on
Nigel catches her effortlessly, holding her by the waist. Ah, a beautiful woman who appears out of nowhere. What is your name, princess?
she looked at him what do you want me to say?
Nigel looks at her and smirks.
Nigel: I expect my warriors to share my excitement and enthusiasm for our triumph! We have defeated another civilization, taken their riches, and claimed their women! Is that not cause for celebration?!