I will now take your throne, dear father. (Mature version 18+)

[Smut] ~ [Male main lead] ~ [Historical]

As the ruling family of the Southern Province was rushed into the hall, a gleaming smile spread across my father's face, radiating his profound satisfaction with my victory.

I sat myself by his side, exhausted more by the long ride in the saddle than the battle itself.

The old nobleman who was just dragged in was once planning a coup, now he was lying on the floor, covered in blood. Wracked with the consequences of his failed uprising, his face was etched with sorrow. Two of his eldest sons had already been killed, which left him only in the company of his two daughters and a son barely ten years old. 

'She is so strangely beautiful,' As I gazed across the captives, with my attention drawn to one of his daughters. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her, captivated by her presence, finally having enough time to look around.

Although her wrists were tightly bound behind her back and her dress marred with muddy stains, there lingered an undeniable sense of nobility within her. She looked nothing like her father or her sister, I realized. She was taller, with an hourglass figure and long legs.

Beauty, just as her mother was when she was alive.

My eyes slid by her ebony locks cascading down her back, still holding the pearls that had come slightly undone due to undeniably rough handling she had to endure on our way.

I leaned over to the main throne, and demanded in a low voice: "Father, please, before you carry out the punishment, allow me to keep one of his daughters as a token of victory from today's battle."

"Which one? The young virgin?" He asked thoughtfully, looking at the barely twelve-year-old child.

"No, the older one. She is not even from his lineage," I shook my head.

As he furrowed his brows, his eyes stopped at her figure for a longer period of time than I'd like and I knew what he was up to even before he spoke up again.

"My boy," He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose "That one is mine."

"Mother will kill her even before she starts to bore you," I protested, fully aware of the fate that awaited any mistresses he would take to his bedroom. "Leave her in my chambers. We can share," I offered, trying to come up with a way how I could reach my own goals.

After a few moments, the king gave a nod of approval. Reluctantly, but he still agreed with my proposal.

He beckoned Christian with a simple gesture, the guards' leader, and revealed his desire. 

I watched how Christian promptly followed the king's command, approached the group of prisoners and rummaged through them with little to no patience left.

The old lord roared desperately as the knight pulled her forward, regardless of the fact she was only an adoptive daughter, child of his late wife. At the same time, her sister, overwhelmed with fear, broke down into uncontrollable sobs shaking with her whole being.

"Valleria! Don't let him... Don't..." The desperate father shouted hoarsely, before he got silenced by a bystanding guard. Valleria glanced back at him, but bravely kept up with the commander, without trying to resist his brute strength.