Tyranny of Steel

Within the Royal Palace of Paris knelt the young Prince, before his elder sister Sibila; the princess had a scowling expression on her face as she repeatedly tapped her hand on the armrest of her seat. Though she had dispatched Aubry to seduce the Austrian King and win over his support in the war against the various rebels, as well as the English crown, he had returned empty-handed, and quite frankly, in a state of disarray. 

She had no idea what horrors he had been through, but one thing was inevitable within her mind, nobody terrifies my precious little brother to such an extent, except me. Aubry had knelt so low that his head was touching the floor; despite this, he was still dressed in a floral pattern evening gown. 

The very sight of which made Sibilla both aroused and frustrated at the same time. Just how come her little brother was so much prettier than she was? These were the thoughts that had always accompanied her every time she witnessed Aubry crossdressing. 

As for King Giles, nobody had seen him in days; perhaps he had finally croaked on the chamber pot. She supposed sooner or later she would have to search for the missing King, but for now, she needed to discipline her brother for his failure. 

"So let me get this straight, you got to Austria, embedded yourself in their Royal Palace, managed to make physical contact with their King, and yet still he did not fall for your cute appearance?"

Aubry nodded obediently when he heard these words; he tried to raise his head but was immediately stepped on by the white leather heels that his sister wore. His dainty head was immediately slammed back down onto the cold tile as she grabbed ahold of a whip and lashed it at his petite back.

"Who told you to raise your head!?!"

Aubry immediately shook upon the impact of the whip; despite this, he did not cry out into pain; after all, he had endured Sibilla's abuse for so many years that he was well accustomed to it by now. Instead, the French Princess immediately commented on her brother's untimely return.

"What I don't understand is why you didn't keep at it? What did he threaten to castrate your or something?"

The effeminate French Prince immediately shivered upon hearing this. The warning Linde had given him constantly resounded in his mind, however as he gazed upon his frightening sister, he could practically see the busty redheaded lass staring at him with her cold, sky blue eyes. He immediately kept his head down as he repented once more to his sister.

"I am sorry, Sibilla, that woman is terrifying!"

The moment the French Princess heard these words, she became enraged, it was one thing if a superior man bullied her little brother, but to be forced to retreat by another woman, she could not abide by that. In her eyes, there was only room for one domineering mistress in Aubry's life, and that was her. Sibilla immediately cocked her brow and inquired further about just who had forced her brother to return to Paris so soon.<br/><script>ChapterMid();</script>

"What do you mean, that woman?"

Immediately Aubry began to tense up as he heard this; he knew better than anything that his sister was an incredibly jealous woman. She would not tolerate him obeying any other woman but her. He wanted to cut his vocal cords after realizing his mistake, but he immediately responded to his sister after seeing the vicious gaze in her eyes.

"The redheaded bitch! She was one of Berengar's wives; she was so pretty too but cold. So jealous, she kind of reminded me of you, but more terrifying..."

Sibilla felt as if she would have an aneurysm after hearing that her brother was more frightened of one of Berengar's wives than herself. She had to calm her nerves before questioning the little twink further about the details of his encounter.

"You say she was even more frightening than me? I highly doubt that!"

Despite her harsh tone, Aubry had already spilled the beans, and thus he was forced to reveal his intense fear of Linde that had caused him to flee from Austria so swiftly.

"She had the same frightening gaze as you, but... more experienced..."

This reaction immediately caught Sibilla's interest as she questioned what her brother precisely meant by his words.

"More experienced?"

Aubry quickly nodded his head like a lap dog before clarifying what he meant.

"You know, as she has killed before... I think she has killed a lot of people... As if just by a single word she could make me disappear forever..."

Sibilla was immediately taken aback; though she was cruel and vicious, she had at most paralyzed people or crippled them in some other horrendous way; she had never actually directly taken a human life. That was something her father would never permit.

To terrify Aubry in such a manner, this redheaded bitch must indeed be a woman of a similar nature but had accomplished what Sibilla had always dreamed of. This fact immediately made her jealous, and thus she reacted by pouting. She could not entirely blame Aubry for his actions after encountering such a frightening bitch. 

Thus she put her whip away and immediately descended from her father's throne, where she grabbed ahold of her brother's face and locked lips with him. If anyone else were to witness the strange relationship between these two french siblings, they would immediately be disgusted.

However, they were, in fact, alone, and thus she could openly display her more egregious affections. After kissing Aubry for some time, Sibilla released her grasp yet still maintained a firm grip over his jaw; as she did so, she began to whisper something in his ear.

"There is nothing to fear, my dearest brother; so long as I am here, nobody will be able to harm a hair on your pretty little head!"

This response immediately caused the anxiety in Aubry's heart to fall away; however, in the next second, a wicked smirk appeared on the girl's face causing him to grimace once more. Sibilla proudly stood up and declared her intentions to her brother.

"Well, since you have failed to secure the aid of the Austrian Crown, I suppose it is up to me to win over his heart! After all, I hear that King Berengar can't seem to keep his dick in his pants; it should be easy enough to charm him!"

Though Aubry tried to protest, the moment he let out a gasp, his sister stared at him with a chilling gaze which immediately caused him to shut his mouth. All he ended up doing was sighing in response before asking the question on his mind.

"What about father? Is he even aware that you want to enlist the aid of Austria in this conflict?"

Sibilla immediately scoffed upon hearing these words before speaking the thoughts on her mind.

"Nobody has seen that feeble old man in over a week; he is probably dead already, which means that soon you will be King of France. Make sure not to fuck things up while I'm gone!"

Aubry could not believe that his father, the King of France, had gone missing; if that was true, then he was desperately needed by the Kingdom; of course, the effeminate Prince didn't know the first thing about the ruling; his first instinct was to seduce the various rebel leaders and bring them to his side. However, that was easier said than done when one considered that the most powerful of these rebel leaders were in open revolution explicitly because of the prince's amorous nature. 

The French Prince was forced to acquiesce to his sister's demands; he bowed his head respectfully as he led the young woman down from her father's throne, where the two siblings began to depart towards their quarters. Much preparation would be needed if she genuinely intended to win Berengar over to her side.

Whether or not she was interested in the man was unimportant; what truly mattered was that Sibilla believed that the Austrian King had a purpose to serve, and thus she planned to milk him dry before tossing him aside as she had always done. For what man could impress her and her high standards? 

While Sibilla was preparing to depart towards the Kingdom of Austria, Berengar and Honoria were halfway through their journey back to the Fatherland; when the couple finally arrived, they would be introduced to the many problems that had occurred in their absence, such as the maiming of Prince Decentius, and the arrival of yet another French Harlot. 

By then, Berengar would have little patience for Sibilla's games and would be far blunter in his methods of hosting her presence when compared to her slutty, and effeminate brother. He did not have time to entertain the advances of the French Royal Family, as more important matters were at stake, such as the War against the Eastern Coalition, Colonization of the New World, and assisting Byzantium in its newest campaign against their rivals to the Southwest.