The Radiance of Motherhood - Anna's Memories

Ten years ago, the biting winter winds tore at the borders of Aerthos. I, then the young Princess Anna, accompanied my mother, Queen Iolanthe, clad in silver armor and riding a tall warhorse, leading the Royal Knights deep into Orcish territory. My eyes sparkled with the excitement and trepidation of my first campaign, eager to prove myself in this expedition. However, fate thrust us into a dark abyss.

We were ambushed and surrounded by the Orcs, hopelessly outnumbered, and eventually captured. After being dragged to the Orcish Chieftain's tent, he proposed an abhorrent proposition: to replace war with a "sex battle" to "avoid casualties". He would lead the tribe's strongest warriors to experience human women; if they survived a day, he would release three prisoners. Queen Iolanthe, to save us, resolutely agreed to this humiliating condition, facing it alone.

The next morning, when I awoke from a nightmare, I saw my mother hanging on a wooden frame in the camp. Her noble body was being violated, ruthlessly stripping her of all dignity as a queen. They forced her to imitate the sounds of lowly animals, each attempt accompanied by pain and humiliating tears. My heart shattered at that moment, unable to believe that the sight before me was my noble, brave mother.

Six months later, my mother's belly grew large, her body becoming more fragile. She was hung above a foul-smelling food rack, breast milk shamefully dripping from her breasts and body. The Orcish pups greedily suckled at the meager drops of milk flowing from her. Every time I saw this, my heart was filled with endless pain and anger. My mother's pain and humiliation were deeply etched in my heart, each day a silent torment.

Yet, even in such suffering, a spark of defiance remained in my mother's eyes. She endured it all, so that we might have a chance to escape, so that the kingdom might have a glimmer of hope. Her sacrifice, her humiliation, became a perpetual wound in my soul, but also a source of my strength.

I was the last to be released. When my mother, with all her remaining strength, ordered me to leave, my heart was almost torn apart. But I knew that I had to obey her command, for all she had done, I had to live, for her, for the kingdom. The radiant glow of my mother's love, at that moment, illuminated my future path.

That final glimpse was my eternal farewell to my mother. She was being held by the chieftain, her legs forcibly spread apart, thick labia dripping with fluids. Humiliation and pain were etched on her face, but her eyes remained firm. She said to me, "Go! Anna...for Aerthos! Chancellor Calon will fully assist you!" Though an unimaginable disgrace, the image of this mother, in my heart, will forever be the strongest woman.

Now, I have become Queen, my mother's suffering and sacrifice the cornerstone of my reign. Whenever I face difficulties, I remember the humiliation she endured in the Orcish camp, drawing strength from it, steadfastly walking my path. Her image will forever be a symbol of strength and courage in my heart.