M4F - The Broken King, fantasy role play

The king had been found and brought back to the castle. A month after the fighting had stopped most had given up hope of seeing the king return ever again. His wife had been ruling in his stead. Dealing with the terms of peace with the mad emperor. It really was more of a surrender becoming a vassal state but the alternative was annihilation. The king was brought into a small chamber where his wife came in to attend him. He felt broken and weak but seeing his wife brought a smile to his lips. Yes he remembered that she was his wife. His dark eyes gazing up and down her body and making note of all the small details which seemed to trigger memories. After having his memories erased, it seemed he was starting to remember things. His mind wandered to several months before...

He had gotten married and barely a week with his new wife before war broke out. The mad emperor had chosen his kingdom as the next conquest. In the kings 32 years in this world he had seen many different things. More than his share of wars but this last one was unlike any other he had experienced. Magic was supposed to be a thing of myth and legend yet he had seen things which made him know it was real. Always from the sorceresses of the mad emperor. It seemed strange at first that only these women who served the mad king could wield the arcane arts. Thankfully there were only a handful of them so most the battles were fought with traditional armies. But whenever a fight was going overwhelmingly in their favor one of the women would show up and turn the tide of battle.

It made it a long war and one he knew he couldn't win. He had drawn up a truce which would give up some of his land and independence but overall be better for the kingdom as a whole. It was sent off to the mad emperor and he knew it would be agreed upon so fighting had slowed down. Both sides preparing to withdraw, but before it was signed he saw one of the sorceresses and knew he could take her out. Stealthily sneaking up on her, he placed a quick sword thrust through her heart he slayed her. One of the sorceresses that had plagued his army for months was slain. The truce hadn’t yet had the ink on the pages so it wasn’t a violation. Yet she had cursed him with her dying breath. Leaving him frail and mind going blank he searched her body. Finding a strange set of jewelry secreted across various parts of her body and staff he wondered if that was the source of the magic. Only when he fully stripped her did he find what seemed to be the real source. A glowing gem attached to a glass object inserted into her ass.

Taking all of her possessions including the gem plug and robes he no longer remembered what he was doing. Wandering around the countryside for a period of time until his weakened body would carry him no more. He crashed and in a fevered state rested for days. Starting to recover had trouble scavenging for food and surviving. It wasn't until a month later after the war had officially ended one of the patrols going across the new borders found him. If it weren't for the ragged crown on his head he would never have been recognized. When the men addressed him as king he felt something familiar about the tone yet drew a blank on who he was.

Brought back to the palace he looked into her eyes after left alone. He felt like a different man now yet he knew her and loved her. He felt some strength returning seeing her but was plagued by the images of the sorceresses in battle. Remembering the belongings of the sorceress he still had secreted away, a flicker of his wife mixed with the magic flashed across his eyes. "My lovely wife. Oh how I missed you."