Tyranny of Steel

Aelisia had marched towards the encampment outside the French Royal Palace. Battle lines were drawn between the loyalists and the revolutionaries, and if one so much as popped their head up behind cover, they were likely to have their brains blown out.

Despite this, there was not the slightest bit of fear or hesitation in the young girl's eyes. Only the fired that one who had been consumed by hatred could understand. Nearly two years ago, when the war broke out, it was the Princess Sibilla who had personally killed Aelisia's mother. 

There was no rhyme or reason to this sin. Rather, Sibilla, in her increasingly erratic state of mind, had grown paranoid and assumed that the young woman had conspired against her. This could not be further from the truth, but that did not matter to the cruel and merciless French Princess.

As a result, Sibilla had tossed Aelisia's mother out of a window, leaving the poor girl to fend for herself. If not for the charity bestowed upon her by the German Church, her fate likely would have been worse than death. 

Aelisia was accompanied by the Order of Saint Berengar, or at least a small platoon of them, who quickly made their way through the camp. The tabards they wore over their army signalled who they were, and all the Frankish Revolutionaries kneeled before them. For they were the militia who protected the church in these bloodstained lands. 

They were surprised that a young nun had guided these brave warriors of Saint Berengar, but they thought nothing of it. Ultimately, the Lieutenant of this platoon spoke with the commander of the siege camp as he introduced Aelisia to the man.

"This girl's name is Aelisia. Her mother was a handmaiden to the witch Sibilla. She knows how to elude the defenses and gain entry into the Palace. We are tasked with protecting her life, so that our forces may prevail."

The commander of the siege camp gazed upon the young girl with a hint of curiosity. However, he did not dare question the Order of Saint Berengar. If they were acting now, then it meant that the German Church had finally decided to intervene in this conflict. A toothy grin appeared on the man's face as he responded in the affirmative.

"Very well. If that is the will of the Church, who am I to complain? I'll send my best men with you. Once you have infiltrated the Palace, make sure to open the gates so that our men can flood through them."

The Lieutenant nodded his head in silence as he approached Aelisia and asked her the question that was most important to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? It is quite dangerous, you could just point the way and leave this matter to us!"

However, the young girl did not waver, and instead shook her head before responding with a fierce tone.

"No, I doubt you or your men would be able to locate the entrance, even if I told you where it was. They have concealed it well. I must do this, for the sake of my mother, and all the Franks!"

Upon hearing this, the Lieutenant sighed before nodding his head. In that moment, he unsheathed his bayonet and affixed it to his musket. He vowed in his heart to protect this girl from any harm as he gave the order to his men.

"Protect this girl with your life. Leave the heavy lifting to the revolutionaries!" 

The soldiers nodded their heads and pounded their fists on their chests in a primitive salute. They waited another thirty minutes until the cover of night could conceal their advance. Where Aelisia led them towards the edges of the walls while narrowly avoiding detection from the defenders on the ramparts above. 

After following the outer walls for some time, they eventually found themselves in an area that was otherwise unnoticeable, however there was a small stone that was protruding from the wall, where Aelisia was quick to press it inward. She used all the strength in her petite body to do so, and once the stone was embedded in the wall, a section of it fell down, revealing a small stone drawbridge. 

The soldiers reacted in shock as they saw this, there was more than one stone that was slightly protruding, if they had not brought the girl who was intimately familiar with the secret tunnel, they would never have guessed its location even if she told them. Aelisia looked at them with a hint of impatience as she was the first to enter the cavern.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers followed the young girl through the dark tunnel. It became increasingly clear that they were going underground as they moved forward. However, nobody spoke a word, instead Aelisia pulled out a small flashlight and ignited it, allowing them to see their way into the narrow passage. 

Once they had reached the other side, they noticed a small chain on the wall, which the Lieutenant of the Order quickly pulled, allowing another hidden doorway to open up. It was at this point that the men realized they were already within the walls of the French Palace, and thus their plan to open the gates to allow the main force entry had failed. 

Despite this, Aelisia did not appear the least bit concerned, and instead motioned for the men to follow her towards a certain room. This was the quarters of the princess Sibilla, but only Aelisia knew this. As the men prepared to kick down the door, they heard girlish moans on the inside. It was clear whoever was behind these doors was engaging in amorous activity. Ultimately, it was the young nun who chose to break the soldiers from the stupor.

"Are you going to kick it down or what?"

The soldiers looked at each other with a hint of shame before nodding their heads. After doing so, the largest man of the bunch approached the door and violently kicked it open. The scene that they all witnessed was truly shocking.

Unlike what they expected to find upon gaining entry to the princess's quarters, these feminine moans of pleasure were not coming from the lips of the Princess Sibilla, but from King Aubry instead.

Sitting on the Princess's bed was the woman herself. However, in her lap was her brother King Aubry, who was dressed in women's undergarments, riding on his sister's strapon. The scene was so shocking that none of the revolutionaries knew how to react. 

Immediately upon seeing the intruders, Aubry and Sibilla screamed, but it was too late. The Order of Saint Berengar and the Frankish Revolutionaries had sprung into action. They immediately lept forward and pinned the two sinners to the ground, where they bound their limbs in iron shackles. 

Aubry desperately struggled free from their grasp, but it was no use. There wasn't a hint of muscle in his entire body. How could he possibly break free from his bindings? All he could do was vent his frustrations aloud.

"Unhand me, you filthy peasants. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Aelisia was still getting over the shock of what she had just witnessed, her cheeks flushed with embarassment. She could not believe that the French King and his sister were in such a relationship. Only one word entered her mind as she reflected on this.

"sinful"

Truly, it was the most sinful thing she had ever seen. However, she could not revel in her vengeance for long, as the shouts that Aubry and Sibilla made had alerted the guards of the Palace, and thus a great battle was about to ensue. 

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