Court of the Crimson King
Copyright© 2025 by Fick Suck
Chapter 15
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 15 - When a cranky young veteran of the repulsed brutal invasion is found and returned to the Court of the Crimson King, he is shocked by the poor state of the kingdom. North is dragooned into the reigning queen’s retinue, a position fraught with politics, intrigue, magic, and hints of destiny. The Court is an intricate dance that one must master or else disappear into oblivion. Based loosely on the song of the same title by King Crimson.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa
“Uh, where are we going? Her offices are that way.”
Bordo snorted. “You don’t understand. After all this time, you still don’t understand. This is mage business, and she is the Master Mage. What you and Paquin did ... she will address. I am forbidden from saying more.”
“Forbidden? Coming from you, such an order sounds extreme,” North said, trying to put his wits back together. “Where are we going?”
“There are private chambers in the Queen’s Tower down below. These passages are strictly mage territory, North. Every mage must pass through these chambers at some point if they want to advance in the Court of the Crimson King. Do you understand?”
“You?” North asked.
“Yes.”
“Aegis?”
“Yes, and he was forbidden by the nature of the chambers to mention any of it to you or anyone else for that matter. Only the Master Mage can summon.”
“Then why ... never mind.”
They came to the entrance to the Queen’s Tower in silence. Without further acknowledgment from the two guards, North and Bordo passed through the entrance and continued through to the other end of the building. Bordo took out his glove and slipped it on his hand. At the last door he placed one hand on the latch and the other on a metal plate above. The door opened on oiled hinges that made no sound.
Inside the small stairwell were wooden stairs leading upwards and stone stairs leading down. Directly across was another door. Bordo led them down the stone steps. At the first landing, he snatched a torch from a niche. Touching his index finger to his thumb, he sparked an ember of Power that lit the torch.
Three flights down, they entered a lit room. The Queen looked up from her stone throne with an unreadable face. She beckoned them to draw near with her right hand.
“My Liege,” Bordo stated, “They were only kissing. A full-on snogging to be sure, but only a kiss.”
The Queen reluctantly chuckled. “If my Leonide were still alive, he would have some explaining to do. None of his kisses ignited such fire.”
She turned her attention to North. “Well, my dear reluctant Jack of Spades, today you have lived up to your title. I’m surprised you held out as long as you did.”
North took a deep breath. “When three women of considerable position and power, much less Power, keep watch day and night with threats of bodily harm, such opportunities are slow to bear fruit. Did you not warn me yourself to be careful?”
“Now you know why I cautioned you, North,” the Queen said. “Even with my warning, events are escalating quicker than my desired timeline. I needed you to go to Mt. Albion before your binding. Who could predict that the Fire Witch would shake the foundations of the Court of the Crimson King?”
“Binding, my Liege?”
“The covenant between the Crimson King and the gods who forged the Anchor requires that the humans who protect the Anchor be bound to it. The binding is not without risks. Some who came forth to claim the binding were unable to survive the ritual. Because you’re a natural mage, we know little of how well you would survive the rite.”
North considered his next question. “Why now if you’re unsure?”
“Because now the Court has secure grounds to have you expelled from the palace complex,” the Queen said. “You’re a danger as is Paquin once the details of the incident spread. I cannot prevent them from exiling you as a mage unable to control his Power. Thus, the only recourse is to bind you to the Anchor. These events are leapfrogging my timeline.”
Bordo stepped up to the throne. “Lord Aegis knew what he was doing. North was trained more thoroughly than most of us, even though he had no training in the scrolls and tomes. You’ve read his Power; he has plenty to spare.”
“Aegis was impulsive and impatient,” Adrianna Victorious spit out, pounding her fist on the chair arm.
“Yet despite these flaws, his lordship took his binding more seriously than anyone but you. I was part of North’s training under the same mentorship,” Border said, bowing his head slightly. “As North’s battle comrade, I would offer his candidacy without hesitation.”
“He has not had any of the deep studies,” the Queen countered. “His lack of education may doom him. I have no other case on record of a candidate who had not delved into the mysteries without formal study.”
“The Crimson King instituted the rules, but he didn’t have formal education either,” Bordo pointed out. “As a natural Power user, he may have intuitive advantages. Perhaps the education requirement was for the rest of us.”
The Queen considered Bordo’s words silently while North observed the back and forth. As he waited, he swiveled his head left and right, mentally memorizing the rest of the room. Except for the ornamentation of the throne, the rest of the room was functional. There were several chairs, three benches and several stools pushed against the wall. In the corner was a table and on top of it were sheaves of paper, and a box presumably holding writing ink and quills.
He returned to observe his Queen. When Lord Aegis had a decision to make and no clear resolution, he would pace. Sometimes, he would wave his hands as he argued with himself, leaving his soldiers to wonder just how many voices inhabited that man’s head.
Her crown was set aside, laying on a table at the left hand of the throne. She was wearing her mage’s glove on her left hand and her sword and scabbard were leaning against the backrest on the right side of the throne, as if it had been casually tossed there. She gave him a hard look before she peeled off her glove and tossed it over her crown.
“Follow me, North,” she commanded as she rose from her seat. “Are you coming as well, Bordo?”
“No, my Liege, once was quite enough,” He replied with a bow. “I am goodly bound, but I have no desire to repeat the experience.”
“Very well,” she said, giving North a quiet gesture to follow.
The next room was filled with a table and twelve thick chairs. The walls had tapestries depicting mages using Power in many formats. Overhead, a wrought metal chandelier, holding Powered light stones cast light over the entire room, bright enough to easily see the details in the woven works on the wall. The Queen did not hesitate though, walking through the room quickly and on to the next.
They passed through several more rooms, one of them filled with objects d’art and other trinkets of importance and high value. “Isn’t that...” North began, pointing at the object but he was cut short. “Yes, it is, but we have other business. Hurry along, please.”
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