1 The Story of MxR Plays

The room was bright, but the energy was far from positive. With that many soldiers, one would think they would make a sound but instead, they were silent. Never moving an inch, but day dreaming about "certain things."

A carpet was laid in between both sides, it was yellow. Reminding the owner, of the costliness of his endeavours. But he had his people to thank. The large wooden double doors opened to reveal, a young lady, who hid behind a mask of sorts. A long black cloak wrapped around her body. Proud of the title she carried, she strutted with a confidence that would have easily put most men in the kingdom to shame. A wave of respect emanated from the men.

She was their captain after all. One who had fought during the countries most troubling times, and had managed to come out victorious. After her gracious walk, she came to kneel in front of the steps leading to the throne. "Jennie. I hope you have been alright," the man on the throne said. "Of course your highness. With Sir Thomas protecting us, we shall conquer all lands in your honour," In response, all the soldiers put their fists to their chests, then ripped them away, to give their salute.

"I see... So we are... victorious?" "But of course your highness. I am surprised that you would doubt the crusade," she said, her eyes still taped to the floor. "I see. I was wrong to doubt it..." the king said, looking as though he was wondering off into thought. "You are far from incorrect. You simply worried for us, and that is the largest gift you can give to us," she said, dismissing his claim of being in the wrong.

The king smiled, before looking around the room. "The guards have told me that you have brought me a gift, from your latest...conquest," he said, his expression degrading a mildly interested one. "The nation of Korea was kind enough to offer us a token of peace and cooperation between both countries," she said, smiling with pride, as though she had brought the greatest gift of all. This raised the king's interest bar, by a little but more.

"King Henry, The Lord Immersion. I present to you, Korea's pride, Princess Jeannie," she said, signalling for the doors to open. The doors opened, revealing a small group of people, all dressed well, making it obvious that they were high class. King Henry's eyes though were now focused on one particular woman among them.

Her eyes were a dark brown, and her skin glowed in the sunlight, that flowed through the large throne room windows. Her hair was auburn, until it reached her neck, where it transformed into a blonde colour. He was captivated instantly. Her off shoulders dress, only made it all the more beautiful. She walked elegantly toward the throne, with a poise and confidence that made the men's hearts race.

Their footsteps sounded, until finally, they reached the end of the carpet, right at the edge of the throne. Everybody with her bowed before him, but she chose not to do the same. Instead, she kept her posture and made eye contact with the king. A feat most would find impossible.

"Bow Princess," her adviser whispered. "I will never bow to such a disgusting man," she said, letting an expression of disgust form on her face. "I see... so what exactly is so... disgusting?" he asked, getting up from his throne. An energy beginning to radiate from him. It was subtle but everyone present could feel it. Looking him straight in the eyes, she said "You come to my country, kill my men, and then expect to happily marry you." "I thought this was consensual. Or did the emperor send you here hoping I would instantly accept you," he said, his expression revealing his annoyance. "I am the pri-" "You mean nothing to me if you do not agree with my system, do you understand? If you do not wish for engagement, you shall be shipped home to your father," he said, interrupting her mid-sentence.

She took a shot to her pride. For the first time, somebody had chosen to speak over her. "Fine! I would never marry a man who subjects women to multiple atrocities, using us as a way to please your army. Are you not pitiful?" There was a silence.

The hearts of each of the soldiers began to race, as they watched. The deadly energy began to grow, as though king squinted. "These are the stories you've heard?" he asked, his tone serious and voice lowered down to a growl. The trademark Immersive growl, known only to King Henry. The Princess' heart began to beat in fear. Her eyes lowered for a moment, but she snapped them back up, keeping her pride as she puffed her chest out. A bead of sweat rolled off her neck, hidden by her long hair.

The look of death in his eyes made it difficult for her to look into them. "Jennie. What is the meaning of this? Are there things happening, that you have decided not to share," he asked, slowly moving his eyes to his servant. "I know not what s-she speaks of my liege," she said, seemingly on the brink of tears as she felt pressure pushing down heavily on her lungs. "What do you mean by mist- ohhh," his expression from before, dissipated into one of realization.

The heavy energy suddenly disappeared, allowing those in the room to breathe once more. "What was that?" Jeannie asked, breathing a little heavily than normal. "It is what this kingdom calls Immersive energy, your highness. A power only the king possesses," the man said, through rugged breaths, while grabbing at his chest. "So are these rumours not true?" the Princess asked, stepping closer. The king simply smiled.

"Oh no, we would not do anything like that to women, that's absolutely terrible. Ugggh ew," the king said, disgusted at the thought of her claims. "Then what of the stories? What is the truth of this nation?" "Oh... everybody just likes sloot mods here." "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" the screams of the Princess echoed throughout the throne room. From then on, Jeannie was stuck with King Henry for the rest of her life, within the borders of the MxR kingdom. The end?