He stared down on the young girl, no older than twelve, she met her end on the cold flagstones of the Northern Keep's inner sanctum. For a man who couldn't keep his hands off "young" girls, he was surprisingly... Unforgiving towards their volatile emotional states. The beating had neared the sixth minute and the chambermaid had noted that she had wouldn't have survived even if he had spared her.

"That's the fifth one." She stated. "You're not allowed to have another until next year, you know that, right?" She stared with cold eyes on the n.o.blemen, her tone even colder. Though the keep was under attack, she didn't particularly care. She wasn't just a chambermaid, she was one of the Royal Family's chambermaids. Until the dragon breached the wards and enchantments, it wasn't a concern. Unlike the dead child on the man's bedroom floor.

The man's hateful glare turned to her. A retort on the tip of his vile tongue, but he elected not to say it. He knew he'd lose in a war of wits with this maid, and he couldn't kill her even if he tried. So, he kept his mouth shut as he grounded his teeth in frustration. He had known that but in his brief, yet not so brief, the moment of rage - he had killed her.

"All she did was cry like the child she was when the dragon struck the keep." The maid continued. "That's what children do, and if you want to keep sticking your manhood in children; you're going to have to learn how to tolerate it. While you have the blood of the Dragons in you, you're only the son of the emperor's brother. You do not have the impunity reserved for full-blooded Dragons."

The maid sneered, and he sneered back. For a few heartbeats, neither of them broke away.

a.s.sem was the first to back away, just as she had antic.i.p.ated. He was a weak-willed man-child that had never seen battle, his rank given to him because of who his father was, rather than merit. He a soft, l.u.s.tful, and vindictively violent who had an inclination towards female children.

"You know I'll have to report this to your father, yes?" She asked.

He only rolled his eyes and kicked the dead girl, the tip of his boot knocking out any remaining teeth that may have survived as it crashed into the body's mouth. He probably would have raged more if the maid wasn't there to mock him.

"Are you done yet?" She spoke up again, "Or do you just enjoy kicking children?"

He huffed and glared at her. "I don't know why father's limits me." His voice was pompous, to say the least. "I only f.u.c.k the low-born. I'm not touching just any n.o.ble child, why do I have to be limited to five a year? They're stupid creatures whose sole purpose is to serve us!"

"Despite what you may think of serfs and the common person, they can still kill a n.o.ble as easily as you kill them." She said with a tired sigh. While most n.o.bles failed to understand this and lorded over his subjects as if they were G.o.ds, a member of the Royal family had to remember this. Even if they did not care to believe it, let it not be said that they tried to educate a good ruler. a.s.sem would never be an emperor or a minister, but he was still of royal blood.

Thus, he was relegated to the land he was lest to harm the royal reputation, as futile as it was. The chambermaid reflected on her actions in her younger years. She was only a few years older than the Earl, but she had been much too skilled in her duties. She always managed to clean up after him when he was younger. Always torturing the family hounds, bullying the servants. She never believed it would have gotten to the point of ****, but for all her good points, she could never tell when a.s.sem had hit the bottom of the s.h.i.+t pit.

He hadn't been in this post for but a year before he started openly taking young girls from the nearby village for his pleasures. He didn't even shy away from telling their parents his intentions for them. Most didn't mind. A silver here, an Imperial Crown there, and very rarely did anyone put up a fight. But he was running out off greedy parents. At this rate, he was going to run into a parent that would run their pitchfork through, or knife, or whatever weapon a low-born could find.

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"Are you threatening me?!" a.s.sem raised his voice. "I am royalty and I demand--!"

The maid cut him off. "Yes, you are of the royal blood, but you're not of the direct line. That is why you are an Earl, not a prince. Need I remind you, if you continue your antics, you'll be a dead prince by the end of the year. One of these days, you're going to take the wrong child. It will be one of your guard's precious apples, and then when it happens, you'll be slaughtered. I won't stop them either." Her voice chilled the moron to his core.

"But- But-" He stammered, his eyes searching for something he could use against her. "You are supposed to protect me!" He squeaked.

"No." She retorted. "I am to make sure you don't lay your hands on another child of n.o.bility. I am the holder of your leash. You're free to try and kill me, but I'm also free to protect myself, which would involve killing you for trying." She smirked gleefully at the thought of being freed from this wretched man.

Northern Protector of the Dragon Empire, a.s.sem Kavak, Earl of the smallest fief in the empire, went pale as his bedsheets. While another complaint was on the tip of his tongue, he was saved from his egotistical head, a soldier burst through the door. Spear in hand, he stood in the doorway about to speak when he saw the dead body on the floor. He looked to the pale Earl, then the demon maid. Like all the other guards, he quickly stuffed whatever insult he had for the n.o.bleman and spoke his message.

"The dragon has been slain and the invading monsters have been chased back."