>>5814624You sir, are a wise man, your option will be used.
>>5814669>>5814717>>5814761Ancel deserves happiness, give him a nice peasant woman with whom he will have twelve children as beautiful, honest and good smelling as him.
>>5814775About making the witch repent I gave you the option to ask her questions first, in your next update you will have the occasion to choose something about her.
>>5814800Of course, of course.
>>5814870By the heavens, you want to see a battle between women isn't it ?
>>5814880>>5814944A choice that you will have to make soon.
>>5815248I laughed at it good sir.
>>5815364>>5815365>>5815366>>5815472Wise move, plus, let us remember something, the witch is not clean, if you want to ogle her I suggest you to order people to clean her.
>>5815716You decided to interrogate the vile witch first, after kissing your beloved goodbye and letting her on the good hands of your servants you ordered Ancel and one of your guardsmen, the young Marcus since you wanted to let Cop see one of his wounded sons, to bring the witch in the dungeons of your keep.
You saluted Oldfossil and told him that he was to assist to the event while you left captain Crumbling and the other knights take care of the wounded.
After all of this you came into the damp and dark underground cellar used to interrogate the prisoners and, with the help of a guardsman carrying a torch, began to look at the witch. To be sincere she was silent and absolutely miserable, a torn dress, traces of mascara on her cheeks since she had cried and marks on some parts of her body. She looked at you with a mad look, of pure hatred and loathing. To be sincere you had always considered her to be quite beautiful, taller than the average (even if less than lady Sue), blonde, with grey eyes even if with a quite cold expression, oh and the cleavage that her dress let sometimes see was delicious. Of course you did not thought about fornicating with her, she was too old for your tastes, with the mascara she appeared to be as old as you are, twenty seven, but once it had fallen and you saw her in her dishevelled state your experienced eye could see that she was in her thirties... Probably thirty one or thirty two... Dreadful ! Since you were not a lover of grandmothers (well you slept with a Guelph woman who was far probably older than the French kingdom but she looked like she was in her early twenties so it didn't count) outside the "give them some embroidery to do and compliment her on their health" kind you decided to pass directly to the interrogation part. Let us be sincere, the lady seemed to be genuinely afraid of your next words.
-W... What are you going to do.. sending your pet rat to...
-What are you inventing, I do not have a pet rat... Oh ! You mean Ancel ! He is not very gracious or courteous but he is a fine fellow I...
