Princess and Bandit Queen: Futanari

By Julie Law

Princess Elizabeth didn’t really have a choice: after her uncle usurped the crown that was rightfully hers, she either accepted to be married off to the King of Burgundy, where she would be out of her uncle’s way, unable to do anything about him and his rule, or she tried to remain in her home, aware that sooner or later she would pay with her life.

An attack by bandits while she was travelling to Burgundy made her fear for her fate, but she would soon realize that the ones who kidnapped her weren’t ordinary bandits, and that their leader, the bandit queen, was more similar to her than it appeared at first.

Then she was faced with a choice. What would she do to get what was hers back? What was she willing to do for revenge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julie Law
• Release date: Apr 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386532637

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Chapter 1

W e are now crossing into Burgundy, princess. We should arrive at the capital tomorrow at the most. Captain Strong’s voice washed over me and I nodded, closing the window of the carriage as quickly as I could and blocking his eyes from gazing at me.

I didn’t trust him, I didn’t trust any of the men and women my uncle sent with me, but I didn’t trust Strong most of all. I wasn’t so foolish that I didn’t know how he looked at me, how his eyes roved over my figure. I was his princess, he should respect that, but he had always looked at me like that. Ever since my uncle brought him to be the captain of my guards, after dismissing those that had always cared for me.

He couldn’t risk leaving me in the hands of someone that wasn’t loyal to him after all, couldn’t risk giving me the chance to do what he did to me and usurp him.

I swallowed when I thought back to those months, when everything came crashing down around me. Plenty of nobles weren’t happy to be ruled by what they considered a little girl and worked with my uncle to have him assume the kingdom. It didn’t take me long to realize those that supported him were those who would gain by his ascension, old enemies of my father, lesser nobles with dreams of becoming important, and dukes that wanted to be richer.

There were some loyal to me, and even the army was more than willing to support me, but my uncle moved faster, and suddenly I was his prisoner, and any chance of resisting his attempts of usurpation disappeared.

I thought I would die, truly. Oh, not immediately, that would be too obvious and wouldn’t stop some from trying to make him pay for it, even if they might ultimately fail. It would have weakened the kingdom, and we both knew he couldn’t risk that, not yet, when his rule was weak and there were plenty that wouldn’t mind seeing him out of the throne; but I was aware that every moment I spent alive was a moment his kingdom remained weaker than it could be.

Surely, a knife would find its way into my back, or poison into my food, but the months passed and nothing happened. I never relaxed, he never gave me a chance to. My maids, my guards, and even my handmaidens were changed, all to people that would be loyal to him first, and I was sure it was only a matter of time.

And then my marriage to the king of Burgundy was announced and I realized there was more than one way of getting rid of me. Marrying me into a foreign king would destroy any chances of me getting my kingdom back, and it let him get rid of me in a mostly peaceful manner. Those that supported me would be unable to complain, after all, I would be a queen.

I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t want to leave home but being a queen of a foreign kingdom was certainly better than to die alone in what had been my home. It wasn’t my home any longer, not while my uncle ruled there. It was my prison.

When I was certain captain Strong had moved on, I pulled back the curtains, turning my gaze to the guards around it. There were plenty of them, and I could understand it really. This trek would have been the perfect chance for some of my allies to rescue me, if they knew about it, though it would have come with its own risks. Breaking a betrothal now would certainly weaken our kingdom even further, might make Burgundy retaliate in some way. The thought of seeing my uncle defeated and humiliated appealed to me,