Giganterra (G/T)

Chapter 5: Sacrifice

King Charles desired to be alone, for he needed some time to brood. He dismissed his servants and sat by himself in his throne room, upon the magnificent golden throne embedded with precious jewels and decorated with intricate metalwork, the symbolic seat of power. A storm raged outside, splashing buckets of rain against the tall windows and darkening the luxurious purple and blue adornments of the room with somber gray. The occasional rumble of thunder echoed off the high ceilings and the stone walls, providing a forbidding ambience.

He was deeply troubled. His giant counterpart was waxing in greed and hedonism, and he wasn't sure if he could hold off his assault indefinitely and maintain his kingdom. King Richard normally sought to replenish his supply of human maidens about once every six months, so for him to demand more so soon was highly concerning. It was hard enough to find people to fulfill the quota without having to essentially double the quantity. Not to mention his atypical request for men this time as well. What was he planning to do with them? King Charles had never actually met King Richard, since the giant king considered proper diplomacy with the humans below his dignity, but he could infer why a giant man might desire tiny ladies.

He huffed, closing his eyes and massaging his temples with his hands. He was stressed and discouraged. He tried his best to maintain the dignity of his reign, and of his people, but he couldn't help but see it all as a farce. Even as he sat upon his throne, within the halls of his authority, he knew he had no real power in the situation, no bargaining chips. He had no choice but to roll over like a submissive dog and take the abuse, and he hated every second of it.

Even so, beyond his inner circle, he maintained a veneer of calm composure and regality. He couldn't allow his kingdom to fall into depravity and chaos, without the firm guidance of a strong king. He shouldered a heavy burden, but not one as heavy as the poor souls who ended up in the clutches of King Richard.

The creak of a door opening heralded the entrance of another man into the room. King Charles glanced up to find his advisor, Giovanni, standing at the threshold of the great hall. He was a lanky and timid man, not very sturdily built, but useful for his intelligence and analytical nature.

"Come!" the king commanded in his rich voice, and Gio scurried forward, giving the king a respectful bow. "What is it? Speak."

"I found one, sire. I scoured the jails and dungeons all across the land, and there was one specimen worthy of a king. A lovely young lady, with caramel skin, glossy brunette locks, and tawny eyes." Gio's voice, in stark contrast to the king's, was reedy and uncertain.

"And what was her crime?"

"Oh..." Gio fidgeted with his hands. "Petty theft. She stole food from a market stall. Despite her beauty, she's just a poor peasant..."

The king sighed with a labored grimace. "Not a crime worthy of banishment, torture, and death," he mumbled under his breath.

"E-excuse me, sire?"

"What's her name?"

"Uh... Tanya, I think?"

"Very well. She'll have to do." King Charles stroked his chin with a ponderous expression. "What about the men?"

"Well... since we're not sure what the men are for, I wasn't certain what qualities to look for... but there are far more able-bodied young men in the prisons than women, so we have plenty of options to choose from," Gio concluded.

The king nodded, kneading his forehead to stave off a nascent migraine. After suffering through King Richard's reign for as many years as they had, the human kingdom of Minimaterra had a system of selection in place to determine who would be chosen as tribute. The very concept was brutal and execrable to everyone involved, but they were powerless to refuse the giant king, lest he retaliate and enslave them all. The ruling class enacted their policies for the greater good of humanity.