Chapter III

Royal Palace in Vizima, Temeria

The room was pitch black and lay on my back staring into the darkness. Lydia and Nessa slept soundly to my left, holding each other as if he could be separated at a moment's notice. Since the scrimmage on the road to Vizima, I had neglected to check the codex. I guess now is a better time than any to do just that.

[Name: Artes Lessa]

[Race: ¾ Human(Elder Blood), ¼ Elf]

[Level: 19]

[Next Level Up: 7,000/210,00]

[Carrying Weight: 100/100]

[Coin: 450,000]

[*Inventory]

[Alchemy]

[*Quest]

[Character]

[Meditation]

[*Glossary]

[World Map]

'Inventory open'

-Inventory-

Within the Inventory, I had placed the weapons and armor I took from the bandits and from Brut and his men. Twenty steel swords, eight daggers, and mix of leather and metal armor - Torso, pants, and helmets.

'Quest Open'

-Quest-

[*Main Quests]

[*Secondary Quests]

[Treasure Hunts]

[Witcher Contracts]

[*Completed]

'Completed Open'

The tab opened and I was immediately rewarded 3,000 XP for the Witcher Contract: Governor's Envoy, Putting me at a total of 10,000/210,000 until my next level up.

The next tab I opened was 'Secondary Quests'. I hadn't accepted anything, so it could only mean that I discovered something during the main quest that activated optional side missions related to The White Orchard Affair.

Looking around I saw two secondary quests. The first was titled, Conspirators, and the next was titled, The Princess' Man. Both sounded strenuous but very rewarding XP-wise. Opening the Conspirator's missions. I took a look at the description

-Lv.10 Conspirator-

- You have discovered the shadow conflict between Lord Ansel and Governor Ignatius. Both are men of reputation and are held in high esteem with King Foltest. However, both hold dark secrets hidden behind the guise of small territory Lords. Discover the reason behind Lord Ansel's attempt on your life and Governor Ignatius' plan.

- Return to White Orchard

Well, I'll be damned. I guess this is why Raza said witchers don't interfere in politics. But the next quest is what a found to be the most intriguing

-Lvl 1 The Princess' Man-

- Princess Adda the White has taken a great liking towards you. The only Witcher she trusts is far away and her favorite Sorceress died in the battle of Sodden. Adda the White finds herself alone and surrounded by enemies. She has requested that you become her man.

-Learn more about Adda the White from your Glossary

I figured starting the quest wouldn't do any harm. I opened up the Glossary tab and then the characters tab to find that King Foltest and Princess Adda had been added.

-Princess Adda-

Also known as Adda the White was the daughter of Foltest, king of Temeria. She was born as a Striga as a result of a curse cast by either Ostrit (a local magnate who loved her mother) or Sancia (Foltest's mother). The magnate was in love with the king's sister, the mother of the princess, whose name was also Adda. When he learned of the incestuous relationship between the king and his sister, Ostrit tried to put a curse on the king and this is blamed for Adda's transformation into a Striga. However, Foltest's mother was also furious at the incestuous relationship between her children and may also have cursed their child. So it is possible that either Ostrit or Sancia or both were the cause of the curse.

Adda was named for her mother who died during the birth. Her nickname "the White", which came from the color of her hair after the curse was removed by Geralt of Rivia, served to distinguish her from her mother, Adda of Temeria, and Adda of Cidaris, the wife of king Goldemar. She was also left mentally impaired, so while she remained the logical heir to the Temerian throne, the continuation of the royal line begun by King Geddes was possibly at its end.

While Adda's Human form was fully restored, her mind was left terribly degraded by trauma, and she is still in danger of relapse. To ward off the curse, Geralt instructed the princess to wear an amulet necklace and told her keeper to have her participate in rituals to ward off the curse.

Unfortunately, even though Adda's curse was lifted, she remained intellectually and mentally impaired causing her to become hypersexual and impulsive at times. Though her intellectual problems were reminded over the years. Her enabling environment has also made her manipulative, entitled, arrogant, and impulsive sadistic.

I sighed as I finished the reading on Adda. But I also understood why it was merely a level 1 quest. Becoming her man was all too easy. But in order to take this quest, I would have to speak with Lydia first. The plan was to go to Novigrad, though, things have an odd way panning out. So for now, I'll try to get some sleep.

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Morning came quickly. I stirred in my sleep as the sun rays beamed through the palace windows and struck me. I turned over and drifted off again. All thoughts of morning training were pushed from the mind and were replaced by my dream world once again. Yet, it didn't last long. I suddenly felt a warm wet sensation grace my cock. Soon I could feel my cock being sucked and my balls gently fondled.

With an audible pop, my wet cock touched the air causing it to twitch. A soft hand wrapped around my erect member began to stroke my full length. I open my eyes with a smile and see a fully naked Lydia work my rod vigorously for her morning serving of warm cock-milk.

"By the Gods," I gasp. She truly is a sight to behold. Her flaming red hair popped with stunning contrast against her soft white creamy skin. Her soft full pink lips glistened with saliva and her alluring eyes peered into my soul with a lust-driven hunger that craved a meal she only wanted me to provide.

My love had ample breasts that grew as the weeks passed. they were soft to the touch and more than two handfuls. Pretty erect pink nipples magnified her seductive beauty. Her slim toned stomach, wide hips, plump ass, and fire red pubic hair added to her heart throbbing Sensuality.

"The Gods bless me every morning you wake up in my bed."

Lydia puts on a vixen-like grin, " And the God's bless me with a loving man and a large thick cock to stretch my throat and mouthfuls of sweet spunk that makes my cunt gush, every time I swallow."

Yeah, she is in a mood. But suddenly I hear a shaky breath and smell an aroused scent that hers. I look to my left and notice little Nessa watching attentively. I look back to Lydia with a raised eyebrow and she giggles in response before falling forward to press her lips to mine.

I wrap my arms around her and give her a loving squeeze as my tongue snaked past her lips make love to hers. My mystic hands activate when I knead her round juicy arse. Lydia breaks our union to release a euphoric moan as a wave of please traveled through the nerves from her arse. My left-hand trails up her spine and my right hand caressed her thigh. Her head tilts back and her mouth hangs open but not even a cry of pleasure is produced as mini orgasms wreck her body.

I quickly turn the tables and put her on her back. She takes a deep breath, I watch her bite her bottom lip and her eyes sparkle. "That wasn't fair," she giggled.

I devilishly grin while fondling her breast. Her legs drift apart and her back archers. "Ahhh fuck!"

My thumbs work her light pink nipples, sending small pulses through her most sensitive nerves. She squirms beneath me, I feel her hand take hold of my shaft and she begins to jerk me off. I smile as her hips buck and she pulls on my cock closer to fill her dripping neglected cunt.

Her face begins to plead before the words could even leave her lips. "Beg". I tell her.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" she cries out as I pull her nipples taut. "Please! Please fuck me, my lord. Honor your dirty little cock whore with your magnanimous cock"

I align myself and give one hard thrust to bury myself balls deep into her nirvanic cave. The walls of cunny clamp down around me and the muscles spasm, her pussy floods with waves and warm nectar. I slide out leaving in just my tip before thrusting back into her, prolonging her orgasm with small ones as I make my cock twitch vigorously inside of her, vibrating like a low powered vibrator.

"Magnanimous?" I chuckled at her choice of words. Though she was not listening. Her eye-rolling, body contorting climax was the only thing on her mind.

The room fills with sounds of exasperated pants and enraptured cries. The never-ending splooshing of Lydia's overflowing pussy being fucked. The thick musk of sex choked the room. Lydia clawed at the bed while she laid face down with her arse up. Thrusting into her with reckless abandon I touched her deepest spots. She rode the scaled her climatic peak the entire time. Creamy juices soaked us and ruined the bed beneath us. With one last thrust, I pull on a handful of red luscious locks and release ropes of hot spunk against her cervix. The climactic explosion caused her to try and hop off of the dick due to the overwhelming sensation that sparking from her over sensitized cunny. But I held her down and flick her swollen pink knob to take her to another level.

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At the door of Artes' room. The white-haired princess watched as Artes pulled his cum drenched cock from Lydia's well-fucked spunk oozing pussy. She stared in awe as the cock drunk Lydia drifted back into an exhausted and blissful sleep, Limp and sullied was a position Adda the White currently imagined herself in. Her cunt soaked her undergarment while she stood speechless staring at Artes' still erect cock.

'H-he can still go after all of that. He held his load longer than anything I've seen and the sheer amount is enough to fill three women and he still wants more...My god…' She thought, one hand groped and the other clenched her dressed.

Artes turned and looked at the exhilarated princess. Climbing the bed, he stood a total of six feet and four inches tall. Without his clothing his well-trained muscles were on full display, His long whited hair hung below his shoulders and his body glistened with sweat. His cock was wet and full mast as he walked to her.

The princess's breath became shaky, and her face became a vibrant red as she looked over.

Standing cock lengths away from her, Artes towered over. Lifting her head by her chin, Adda's eyes finally found his. "Haven't you ever seen a naked man before?"

"I have. It's just, they've never been quite as large as you or full of such...volatility" she replied. Adda reached out to grab it but was promptly stopped.

"It's unfitting of the Princess to be in such a situation with a man that isn't her husband"

Adda swallowed "I'm the princess of Temeria. My father is the King. and I do what I want when I want. I've had peasants fuck for me, many times. But you've surely outperformed them just now. And if I want to touch your cock, Artes Lessa, I'll have you executed if you stop me again." Adda spoke in all the arrogance of a princess.

Using her free hands she reached for his manhood again but was stopped. " I claim women. Not the other way around. And if you try to touch me again without getting on your knees with your mouth open. I'll kill your father and take you as my whore, Princess Adda."

Artes' face remained blank, but his eyes and voice had a seriousness that sent shivers up her spine. The last drop of playfulness dried up and her will caved. It was a filling that she hadn't felt in ages. To be at the mercy of another, stripped of her power and lain bare.

"That's treason," she spoke words she didn't mean.

"And I should have you whipped if you breathe a word of it. I won't bow to a king and I surely want to leave my body to the whims of a royal whore in constant heat. Now if you don't mind I have to dress for a meeting with your father."

Adda's shoulder fell and she took a step back "Well, Artes Lessa. I'll see you at the meeting with the king." she turned and left the room with a new feeling that confused her.

"That was dangerous, brother. " Nessa spoke for the first time all morning.

Artes looked at her with a kind smile "I appreciate your worry" he said " But, Princess Adda is peculiar. She isn't like a princess. To give in is to be eaten by her. Though she wears fine clothing now, she's still monstrous on the inside"

"And you slay monsters," said Nessa.

"That's right, sweet girl. Now get dressed. The bed is soiled and needs to be changed as I'm sure your clothes are the same. " he said as he walked behind a four-panel room divider. With a few thoughts. His clothes appeared on him.

Before leaving the room. He looked towards Nessa sliding her panties on and took in the beautiful image. "Don't let your sister corrupt you. And if you need your own room let me know."

Nessa looked up and moved her red hair out of her face. "I like it here, Artes. But thank you for being kind. And thank you for making my sister so happy"

"Haa it's my pleasure. I'll be back in a bit. Abuse the servants if you need anything. It's not like they can say no" he closed the door behind himself and made his way to the great hall dress a vampiric styled all black lightweight armored pants and pointed boots. He wore a long black and crimson tailcoat and a crimson sash. A noble outfit based on his culture from his past life.

With crafting ability in his codex. All he had to do was draw the outfit and list the materials, then the codex did the rest.

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I walked down the palace halls and memories of the past drifted into my mind. My time in Volterra, Italy. Walking through the corridors of the Volturi. My secret escapades Sulpicia, Athenodora, Didyme. The blood lust and the taste of a fresh kill on my lips.

Images flashed to Romanian castles, Saxon castles, Mesopotamia, Sumerian, Constantinople, Egypt. The countless beauties I fed on, fucked, killed, and turned. The wars I fought for the thrill of it and the countless slaughter.

The memories shifted once more, and flashes of my empires and lordships. I was born in ten thousand B.C.E and whatever gods that control the universe saw fit to grant me another life. I take a deep breath and remember what I told myself the year I arrived. 'Live, learn, grow, connect, and remake.'. I am no longer a blood lord and that time is long gone. This is a new world, a clean slate. A chance to live a different life. But then again, something just sticks with you.

I arrived at the great hall and pushed the double doors open to find Raza speaking with King, Adda, and a high ranking soldier. Blinking my eyes, the next time I see the soldier, level 27 is hanging over his head next to the name Lieutenant Aldin.

"Ahh, you've decided to join us. My daughter tells me you were rather occupied and might be indisposed until noon" Foltest spoke from his throne.

I glanced over at the Princess, she stared back at me and I noticed her dominating nature had returned. This moment reminded me why I should always kill or break an enemy in one fell swoop. If not, they simply become a nuisance.

"Did she now." I say "Well, my wife decided to tap out early. So, I'm here"

"Your wife? Raza says you aren't married"

"She's my wife. We just need to make it official"

"So young?"

"I need no other woman, King Foltest '' I replied with a smirk and Adda put on a half-smile with competitive eyes.

The quest function still operated on an algorithm that eluded me. But I realized that it was extremely flexible and like life, there wasn't one course to become successful. And after this morning, I decided to make Adda the White my guinea pig.

"Ahh, I know the feeling. Adda's mother made me feel the same." King Foltest trailed off and his eyes landed on a distant part of the room. I let him reminisce for a moment before I spoke again.

"King Foltest. You wanted to discuss business?"

The keep comes to and looks at me with an indifferent face. He invites me over and I stand next to Raza and Aldin in front of the throne.

"Governor Ignatius has Invited my daughter to meet his son -Florian. The Governor knows that his son can not come here as there are too many eyes. However, If she travels with a merchant under expert protection. The future of Temeria just may be guaranteed." Explained the king

"And you want me to be one of these merchants?" I ask

"For a fair price of course. Due to the gravity of this situation and the constant threat of Nilfgaard. A manor in the Trade Quarter is arranged as we speak. 25,000 Orens to White Orchard and another 25,000 upon your return. And a spot on my daughter's guard."

"The governor paid me 50,000 for delivering a package. You want me to deliver a Princess and my woman is pregnant and her sister is in my care." I counter

"Then 50,000 it is. Artes--"

"There and back" I interject

"Yes, there and back. Artes Lessa, this mission is important. War has weakened us and another is on the way. Redenia grows in power and Nilfgaard sits on our southern border. We need unity in Temeria. A display of a strong royal family will assure the people that Temeria is not finished"

The offer was enticing, but I had more than myself to think about. "Give me time, King Foltest. When your envoy returns. You'll have my answer." I tell him.

The Codex updated the main quest but I ignored the notification. The King nodded and dismissed me. I promptly left and Raza was on my tail.

"What now, Kid?" He asked

"Simple, I take the girls out to see Vizima," I replied and Raza squinted

"You're going to say, yes, aren't you?"

"Why not? Gold, a manor, adventure, and a Princess for the taking"

Raza's eyes nearly popped out their sockets. "The princess is soon to be betrothed. You will not put your cock, finger, or tongue anywhere near her. That's how witches lose their heads" he warned me.

"Hmm, but I am not a witcher, old man. But I do need your help. I need you to send word to the huntsman and tell him to get lost. If talks of marriage are floating around. Some secrets need to remain secrets. And I need him alive when I get back."

"What about Lydia and Nessa?"

"Ehh, The manor is being prepared, so they can stay there. I just need someone to watch over them while I'm navigating the sea of politics."

Raza looks left then right. He rolls his eyes and ruffles through his memories. "I have a man. Last I checked, he was in Cidaris. Give me some time, but things will be taken care of by the time you leave."

We grasp each other's forearms and hug before Raza hurries off. Honestly, the old man is a blessing. If he hadn't been on his way to Toussaint when I arrived. My assimilation would have been extremely harder. But it's time to let him go, maybe I'll visit him in Toussaint someday.

I continue my walk to the room. Hopefully, Lydia was up by now. A light feeling flares in my head. The wall opens and a hand reaches out. I slip the grab and take the person by the wrist, bending their arm backward. I pull them out of the hidden corridor and put them in an arm lock before pushing forward into the corridor to avoid witnesses. Kicking the door shut behind me. I press the assailant against the wall and hear feminine cries of anguish.

I calmed myself and noticed the long white locks in the dim candlelit passage. The woman's face was smashed against the wall and her arm held against her back like a chicken's wing. Her slender hand touched the nape of her neck.

With my free hand, I clear her face of hair and see the vixen in all her pained beauty. I lose my hold then release her. I tear trail down her cheeks as she nurses her arm. Slowly turning around she looks at me with pained eyes.

"You are so mean! " she cries, " I merely wanted to have words away from prying eyes and ears. "

She was hurting and I could see it. I didn't feel bad but, I knew she did. I refined from chiding the girl about her ways of seeking an audience for another time.

"You snuck up on me and I reacted. Is your arm okay?" I ask

She wipes her eyes and nods in affirmation. "Good, what do you want?" I ask

The girl's jaw tenses and she pouted. "I am a Princess! You have to be respectful, it is the law! You have to be nice. You can't be like the rest of them. You can't. Witchers are nice to me, the only one that's nice to me. "

As she spoke her voice went lower and tears retook their place on her rosy cheeks.

"Do you not want me? If you don't, I understand. I'm disgusting, a vile product of incest. A cursed bitch that eats the flesh of men and toys with the lives of commoners. "

"There's nothing wrong with eating the flesh of men and toying with commoners. "

"Then why don't you like me? I had my father give you a manor. 50,000 Orens and an offer for a spot in the royal guard. I could have given you everything and anything you wanted afterward. I just wanted you to be my friend, Artes. "

The passage was slim. In just a few steps there was no room left between the princess and I. Her hand rubbed my chest as she looked up at me with sad eyes.

"You don't even know what a friend is. You were a Striga until the age of fourteen. And the last twelve years you've been hidden away, sheltered and spoiled. Your father doesn't even know whether to fuck you or have another child to replace you as heir. You're a 26-year-old child. And you need to learn. "

I take her by the shoulders and create space between us.

"I would love to be your friend, Adda. But all you've ever had were servants who hate you. Peasants you watch fuck and a father who's more worried about a kingdom then your development. And even now, I'm sure you want me as a servant more than a friend. "

Adda never broke eye contact with me. It took her a total of three seconds to come up with her next plan.

"Teach me," she said, "Teach me how to be a friend, Artes. I want to learn how to be close to someone. Someone other than that pigtailed girl that still doesn't know how to do my laundry, or the fat woman that can't get my curls right, and that gaudy bitch who takes centimeters off of my inseam to make me feel like I'm getting fatter, and-- "

"I get it. " I interrupt, "You have a lot of servants. I'm taking Lydia and Nessa to the trade quarter today. You should join us. "

Her face beamed with excitement, "I'll go change. " she nearly ran off but I stopped her.

"You don't have to have the best dress to make friends. So don't overdo it. Remember, simple elegance." I tell her.

I could hear her saying, 'Simple elegance, simple elegance, what the fuck does that even mean?', as she walked away.

I laugh to myself, then I step back into the palace hall and make my way to my room.