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Kingdom Forumland: Help from Above.

Written in collaboration with the angel: Eva Prostoeva

These characters are prototypes of users from the eroticspace forum.
The story uses the majestic poems of the author: Eugene 3

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The sun had almost disappeared beyond the horizon and long shadows ran across the kingdom, gradually shrouding it in the evening dusk. The guards took to the streets of the city and the people hurried out of harm's way to hide in their houses. Darkness descended on the capital in order to capture and reign supremely its squares and streets, as well as the heart of the local ruler. King William, lounging in a wistful pose on his throne, watched the golden hourglass. When the sand filled the bottom of the vessel, it turned over, and it all started again. Both these grains of sand, and the king’s disturbing thoughts, ran and ran in a vicious circle, disturbing his heart again and again.

The last farewell ray of the sun escaping beyond the horizon suddenly penetrated the palace through the undisguised shutters, forcing Wilhelm to blink and look out the window. Somewhere far away, in the direction of the hiding light, his daughter Milolika was also running away with her friends. And he, the king and lord of the immense lands, could not prevent it. Millie was the same as her deceased mother, stubborn, restless, always looking for adventure special. The master's gaze involuntarily fell on the picture, where a very young princess was imprinted in the arms of the queen mother, in whose eyes he suddenly read a silent reproach. Well, I do not! Father's heart trembled. He can not sit back with his hands, while his daughter goes, next to the next, on the treacherous lands, putting his life in danger. After all, he promised the queen that he would take care of her.

A knock at the door distracted him from sad thoughts:

- Your majesty, called? - A man appeared in the doorway in a officer’s officer’s raincoat. His gaze was slightly bewildered.

“Yes, but ...” the king was surprised. - I was waiting for the Timers ... What happened, Wolfe?

- Your Majesty, we can not find it. - Guardsman became guilty to make excuses. - He has gone...

- What! - the king jumped up from the throne and nervously walked around the hall. - Why lately all throw me ...

The officer hesitated, but could not find what to answer. Wilhelm exhaled and went to the window, the whole kingdom was already asleep. Mentally, he began counting every minute, when the lights were lit, so they stood in silence.

“Wolfe, you have served me for more than twenty years, and I haven't had any complaints about you yet.” You are a great officer. - the king took a pitcher from the table and handed it to the commander. - Dragon's blood?

- No, thank you, Your Majesty.

“I know that you've been tagging Timemery for a long time,” said Wilhelm, sipping a tart drink.

“My king ...” Wolfe started up, but he didn’t manage to finish the sentence. The king raised his hand, which meant "the words did not give."

“I am ready to give you this opportunity,” the King turned to the commander, “But after you complete my responsible assignment.” - and without waiting for the agreement continued. - The whole kingdom, like me, was recently shaken by one event, you may have already heard ... A cunning foreigner, a dragon tamer, captured the heart of my gullible daughter by deception. But when the guard appeared behind her, she ran off with the brutal hunter Goodwin.

Wilhelm stopped and made a gesture as if he was wiping a tear:

- My daughter, the one I raised from the cradle.Tried to raise a princess in her, to make of her the same excellent queen, like her mother ... It was spoiled ... Together with her friends she went in the footsteps of the tamer. Catch up with my daughter, bring the princess back before she does more stupid things.

“Yes, my king, but ...” Wolfe hesitated.

- What confuses you, officer?

- Oh, Your Majesty, do I dare ...

- Speak.

“Your Majesty,” the guardsman hesitated slightly, it was obvious that he was trying to carefully select words. - ... knowing such a peculiar character of Her Highness, I dare to assume that it will be difficult to do ... We'll have to use force, but it only embitter the princess and ...

- The officer! The king shouted at him, but after a little thought he agreed. - Yes, perhaps, in your words there is a sense ... it would be necessary to make it more practical and cunning.

“Oh, my king,” said Wolfy, emboldened by the words of his master. “Well, if we could manage to send our man to her squad in order to have our eyes and ears there.”

- Hmm! - scratched his beard Wilhelm. - I like your thought process. You are not only an excellent soldier, but also an intelligent adviser. But who do you think will cope with such a role? The princess is not so stupid and will suspect anyone who deals with the royal service.

- Your Majesty, I think you have such a person. Excellent professional agent, takes up any dirty work. Remember how last year he deftly stole the elite seeds of cucumbers from a neighboring king.

- You mean a hermit?

- Yes, my king. In addition, his hut is located just in the side where the detachment moves. He will not be difficult to intercept.

“Good, officer.” - agreed the king. - Let it be so. I will personally send him a pigeon mail now. And you go right now in the footsteps of the princess and wait for the right moment to bring her home. You can take as an assistant anyone you wish.

Wilhelm took the silver cross from the table and crossed Wolfe:

- With God. - The king turned to the window, making it clear that the conversation was over.

The clatter of hoofs resounded through the empty streets of the royal capital. Wolfe with a small detachment of guards headed for the gates of the palace. The noise attracted the attention of the old witch, she looked out of the window and uttered a curse. The grain of sand whirled and led her army to the heads of the guards.

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Somewhere on the outskirts of the kingdom, at the foot of the mountains, there was a lonely hut. The owner of this dwelling obviously led a recluse lifestyle. Judging by the overgrown and non-trail paths that led to his door, guests were rarely welcome here.

The night had already come into its own when a man in a long black cloak and hood appeared on the threshold of the hut. Opening the door in absolute darkness, almost to the touch, he went to the table and lit a candle. Reluctantly, the dim flame of a candle lit an ascetic-looking room, the only decoration of which was a family portrait of a nice couple hanging on the wall. The man stood thoughtfully for a minute opposite him, and without removing the hood from his head. Then he carefully pulled two orchids from his bosom and placed a secretary standing under the portrait on a modest view.

And only after that he paid attention to the bird that had been beating for several minutes in the window glass. Opening the sash, he let the pigeon in, with a small box with a royal coat of arms hanging around its neck. A man in a raincoat pulled out a sheet of paper rolled up in a tube and began to read, pronouncing some words out loud, albeit in a whisper:

- His royal mail ... to intercept ... the princess ... go to the west ... the four of them ... embroil, if possible ... Her Highness should not suffer ...

A minute later another pigeon fought through the window. Expanding this message, the hermit read:

- Mail ... intercept ... embroil ... should not suffer ... - the letter word for word duplicated the previous one.

The man grinned and dropped the hood from his head. Black wavy hair fell on the shoulders.

- But!...