"Today we celebrate all the hard work that has gone into growing and shaping the kingdom into what it is today. We celebrate the powerful army that has triumphed time and time again against other wolf packs in the battle for resources."
The crowd went wild again.
"They say survival of the fittest and victory belongs to the most tenacious. It's clear the gods have chosen us to be the victors, we are the most deserving. If we are the chosen ones then we take advantage of it to the fullest. So today we celebrate the power of Teneb."
The crowd went wild again.
"My people, to the future of Teneb and many more years of properity, let the celebration begin," he said concluding his speech. He then left the podium and went to his thrown.
I felt a pit in my stomach after hearing what my father had said. "Hard work", "we are the chosen ones". His choice of words was just disgusting. He was completely ignoring the reality of the situation.
My father then sat down on his thrown in between the queen and I's seats. A servant then came to give him refreshments. unfortunately, the servant failed to balance the tray in her arms as she proceeded to drop the contents on the floor nearly missing having dropped the contents onto my father by a whisker. father by
"You clumsy c**t!" My father yelled at the servant. "Can't you see where you are going?" My father lifted his arm, changed his hand to a wolf claw and scratched her across her face. She let out a loud scream as she brought her hand to her face
My eyes widened in horror. The scratch was deep and went across her whole face. You could see that was going to leave a permanent mark. The servant hadn't even spilled the contents of the tray on my father and yet he had resorted to disfiguring her. Along with my father intimidating aura he could also unexpectedly get really violent and angry.
"Get away from here before you mess up the area with your blood!" he yelled angrily at her.
"Yes!" she screamed in fear and ran away.
I wasn't surprised at the fact that she had dropped the tray, the servant was literal skin and bones. That tray looked way too heavy for her to carry.
I heard snickering and looked in the direction to find Elodie laughing at the situation. My lips pressed together in disappointment. Other servants came to clean up the mess.
Not long after I noticed a large man come toward us. I'd seen him before he was a part of my father's army. He talked to my father for a bit about the order of events of the day. Once they were done my father then turned to me.
"Princess Rian, this is Tagryn I'm sure you've met him before. He is the strongest wolf in my army." My father formally introduced him to me. I swallowed nervously as I looked up at Tagryn. For my father to praise someone like this it meant that person was just as horrible as him. Tagryn must have certainly been up there when it came to cruelty.
Well, he certainly looked the part. He was tall, muscular and rugged looking, as you would expect a member of the army to be.
"A pleasure to meet you," I politely greeted him. His eyes met mine for a moment before they went to my breasts.
"Likewise, your highness," he responded and bowed before me. He then stretched his hand and took mine to kiss it.
What a mutt I thought to myself. I wanted to pull away my hand but had to behave in front of my father.
"Well then, go out there and put on a good show," My father told Tagryn.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he responded and left the royal seating area.
I noticed my father only introduced him to me and not Elodie. I wondered why considering Elodie was eyeing Tagryn with interest. I could tell she had a crush on him.
A large gate on one side of the arena opened up and the kingdom's army marched onto the middle of the arena.
"Bring out the slaves!" my father then ordered from his thrown.
My heart began to feel like it was beating faster and loudly. Guilt filled me and I wanted nothing more than to sink in my chair hoping it would open and swallow me up.
A large gate on the opposite was opened and several Slaves were forced onto the field by guards. and there were prepared to fight them. Each one had a metal collar around his neck. The collar prevented them from changing into their wolf forms. It was used on all slaves in the kingdom including servants.
The point of this celebration was to display the power of the army that was responsible for the kingdom's victories. They would display that power by playing several "games" in which they fought slaves.
The army in the arena then changed into their wolf forms as they got closer to the slaves. In this battle only the army was allowed the privilege to be in their wolf forms. The slaves were holding weapons which they were expected to use to fight and defend themselves instead. Our wolf forms had 5 times the strength of our human forms.
Even if they gave the slaves weapons they still were going to be at a disadvantage and on top of that since they didn't feed the slaves properly, they were already weak. It wasn't a fair fight at all, but I guess that was the point. It wasn't supposed to be fair.
The battle started and the army charged at the slaves. Some the slaves squirmed around trying to run away. Some stood bravely and held out their weapons ready to defend themselves. Before long, it became a blood bath. With the red liquid splashing everywhere.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I couldn't watch this. This was painfully cruel for no reason. And yet the crowd screamed out in excitement at the spectacle. This was entertaining to them.
"Weakling," I heard someone say. I looked and found Elodie sat beside staring at me, I looked at her for a moment before looking away from her with disinterest.
Back on the arena, in the end, unsurprisingly the army won, having ripped apart the slaves quite literally.