Author's notes:

This story is a spinoff of a branch of one of my other stories: A Fantasy Dynasty . If you wish to know more about the background story and lore that led up to this point, or enjoy this story and are looking for more. Please give it a look.

Also, A Warning: This story may involve some darker subjects. If you have issues with stories that involve Murder, Rape, Torture, Violence, etc. This may not be the story for you. You have been warned.

Queen Marissa Loon lounges boredly on the throne while listening to Lord Gilbert droll on and on about the state of the Kingdom. It's probably something that she should pay attention to, but really all she can think of is the regret she feels at having killed Count Erwin instead of Lord Gilbert. Of course, Count Erwin was in charge of defending The Capital...couldn't just leave him alive after that and Lord Gilbert is one of the few people who actually knows what he's doing. So he was a logical choice to be the replacement Chancellor.

Lord Gilbert continues to drivel on. Oblivious to the fact that The Queen's mindset is obviously elsewhere. She reminisces about capturing the great city and cementing her position as Queen and effectively ending the War for The Crown. That was nearly a week ago and Marissa was quite pleased at the progress. She not only managed to assassinate the young King Bryce and get away with it, but through clever manipulation of the vassal lords. She ensured that nobody would be strong enough to dispute her ascension. At least for awhile. Of course, there are still patches of troublesome resistance such as The Meddens to the north who refuse to bow to anyone who isn't of the royal bloodline.

Of course, Marissa has plans for her own royal bloodline and she has her own little secret as well. The real Marissa Loon is long dead. Disposed of right before the war really began and in her place sits a lustful succubus that has used magic to change into the form of Marissa. It's not something that has gone unnoticed, but she hopes that she has rounded up the two people who know her true nation and imprisoned them.

Finally Lord Gilbert breaks Marissa's concentration, "Your Majesty?"

"What?" she snaps back.

Lord Gilbert gives a little frown "I asked what you wished to do about rationing food to those who have been displaced by the war."

Marissa shrugs and hand waves him off, "Do whatever you want. I don't care."

"But..."

Her expression darkens, "Just do what need to be done. I don't see why I have to moderate every little piece of grain in the kingdom." She stands and steps down off her throne, "Tell me when something that actually warrants my attention happens."

"I....yes Your Majesty." He bows as Marissa leaves the Throne Room.