#Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts Heir

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What is Expected, What is Understood (The Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts) Part 1

Rating: Explicit Fandoms: Niehime to Kemono no Ou | Sacrificial Princess & the King of Beasts Relationships: Sariphi & Leonhart, Amit & Jormungand Additional Tags: Loss of Virginity, Blood Mention, Discussion of Conception, Discussion of Pregnancy, Discussions of Oral Sex, Detailed Descriptions of Sex, Discussion of Menstruation, Breeding, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Extension of Canon Words: 4929

It's been four years since their wedding and, for one reason or another, Sariphi and Leonhart still have not consummated their union. Under the constant pressure to produce an heir, and after a disastrous first attempt, they realize they are unprepared and decide to hire a midwife.

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Four years had passed so quickly since the wedding that it felt to Sariphi like it had been no time at all. Even still, she often struggled to believe it was real and not some fanciful fever dream she had conjured up as a coping mechanism as she waited in passive acceptance for the day of sacrifice to arrive. 

Now nineteen, Sariphi was a little less impulsive than she had been when she first came to the kingdom, making a conscious effort to conduct herself with more dignity and grace now that she was queen, but she was no less enthusiastic and eager. Her influence was felt in every corner of the palace, like a breath of fresh air. Staff who had been working in the palace since the time of the previous king could feel a dramatic difference in the atmosphere: the palace had been tense and darkly oppressive during the reign of the former king, while it was silently somber and cold after His Majesty had ascended the throne. Sariphi’s presence had made the palace warmer, lighter, and more brilliantly bright in comparison. 

After many, many intensive lessons, Sariphi had finally taken on some of the administrative work from Anubis within the last few months, with Amit as her assistant. The work was hard but rewarding, and Sariphi was simply happy to be helpful. Even so, it was still two months before Anubis would let her do any of the work on her own without hovering over her shoulder, watching for mistakes.

“Should this document be filed under regional, capitol, or national?” Sariphi asked Amit one afternoon while working. “It’s an assistance request for the outer ring of the capital city, but that falls on the border with the nearby province of Reiza.”

“Hmm,” Amit said, looking over it. “Who sent the request?”

“Both the governor of Reiza and the alderman of that district of the city. It’s a joint request.”

“Ah. Perhaps make copies of it and file it under all three. That way, there would be a record of the request for every category. For reference.” 

“I see.” 

Before being sent as a bridal candidate and eventually becoming Sariphi’s official companion and lady-in-waiting, Amit had been thoroughly educated in administration, so her help was invaluable to Sariphi, who’d had none of that training before ascending the throne. Although it would have been expected of her to take on the administration work immediately after becoming queen if she had been a beast princess, she had been far too busy learning history, etiquette, language, and politics in the first year to even begin administration.

“We’ve been at this for hours,” Amit said, sighing. “Why don’t we take a break? I have tea and snacks I made myself. Everything was checked before I used it.” 

“Who checked it?” Sariphi asked suspiciously. 

“It wasn’t me!” Amit insisted. “The ingredients were tested by the imperial alchemist, I swear!”

“Hmm,” Sariphi said, taking a biscuit. “If you say so.”

Sariphi had nearly fallen victim to a couple of assassination attempts in recent years perpetrated by anti-human militants that had infiltrated the palace staff, those who still resented the king for his lineage and her for her mere existence. As a result, every bit of food and drink that was placed before her for the last year had to be tested and monitored closely from kitchen to table. Amit had tried to appoint herself Sariphi’s poison tester, but Sariphi had quashed that idea immediately. As had Jormungand.

Sariphi yawned as she accepted a cup of tea. 

“Are you tired today?” Amit asked. 

“Yeah,” Sariphi admitted. “I haven’t been sleeping well.” 

“Oh? Why is that?” 

“Well… I heard the maids talking. They seem to feel like an heir should have been conceived by now.” 

“Are you bothered by that?” 

“A little.” 

“You shouldn’t take it to heart, Sari,” Amit said, patting her shoulder. “They’re just worried about you.”

“It’s not just them. The royal council has been putting pressure on His Majesty about it since the wedding. Anubis has been dropping suggestions in that roundabout way he does, too. His Majesty is sick of hearing about it.”

Amit laughed. “You don’t need to worry too much about it,” She said. “You and His Majesty love each other so much that I’m sure you’ll hear good news very soon.” 

Sariphi blushed and looked away. “I don’t think that’s true.” 

“Why not?” 

“Well… we’d have to… He’d need to… we haven’t…” Sariphi stuttered to a stop and hid behind her hair, embarrassed. 

Amit gasped. “You haven’t…” She squeaked and blushed as well. “Consummated your nuptials yet? Anyone against your union could use that as ammunition to force you to annul the marriage if they found out! They could use that to make His Majesty take a concubine! It’s been four years!” 

“I know!” Sariphi exclaimed, and then lowered her voice. She was glad Cy and Clops weren’t there in her office at the time and that Bennu was fast asleep in his gilded cage. “But he’s never touched me and I’ve been too nervous to make a move on him. I know he’s worried about hurting me, but… I’ve also wondered… if he wasn’t interested in me like that.”

“But he loves you!” Amit said.

“I know he loves me, I’ve never doubted that he loves me, but romantic love and sexual love don’t always go hand-in-hand.”

“Have you talked to him about it?” 

“I’ve only brought it up once recently. He told me that I’m still young and we have lots of time and not to worry about it. I’m nervous that if I bring it up too much, he’ll shut me out. He has a bad habit of keeping his worries to himself.”

“He’s not alone in that,” Amit said shrewdly, and then covered her mouth with her hands at her own boldness.

Sariphi sighed. “I know. It’s not just about having heirs. I… I want to be more intimate with him. I want to be his wife in every possible way.”

“Have you told him that?” 

“No. I guess my mistake was assuming he would already know that. I forgot that he can be hesitant when it comes to personal relationships, even when he really cares for someone. After hiding his true self for so long and only existing for the sake of the kingdom, he’s still learning to voice his desires. He doesn’t know how to be selfish or ask for things he wants for himself.”

“You should talk to him again and tell him how you feel. I really envy that you and His Majesty can talk to each other so openly. I hope Captain Jormungand and I can have that kind of relationship once we marry.”

Jormungand and Amit had been engaged for nearly half a year and their wedding was planned for spring. Sariphi was so excited to be the Matron of Honor for her, since none of Amit’s family would be attending to stand with her. Though Jormungand may have the Captain of the Imperial Guard and a talented man with many accomplishments and accolades, the royals of Murga were still affronted by the fact that Amit would be marrying a commoner. According to Amit, being shunned by her family was nothing new, since she had no value to them as the fifth princess, and although she tried to behave unperturbed, Sariphi knew she was sad about it. 

Amit was acutely aware that it was a serious breach of etiquette to even ask the queen to participate in the wedding of a commoner, and though she knew Sariphi would be overjoyed to accept, she couldn’t bring herself to ask. It was Jormungand, not Amit, who asked Sariphi to be Amit’s Matron of Honor in her stead. Jormungand, who had no family, was quite unhappy that Amit’s family had snubbed her due to her marriage to him, though he knew their relationship had always been strained. He decided there was no higher honor, nor greater satisfaction, than having the queen of the realm standing in their place, especially considering the king himself would be standing for Jormungand. Sariphi agreed wholeheartedly and accepted with delight.

“You’re right,” Sariphi said. “I’ll talk to him tonight.” 

Sariphi was nervous all through the dinner banquet and avoided His Majesty’s eye out of embarrassment. She could feel him staring at her, though he said nothing to her and the evening passed without fuss.

That night, after they retired for the evening, had their baths, and returned to their chambers, he caught her by the waist and easily lifted her onto his shoulder, which he was still prone to doing when they were alone. After climbing into the bed, he sat her atop his lap and caged her in his embrace. 

“Out with it,” He said without preamble. “Why have you been avoiding my gaze all evening?” 

“Why do you have to be so inconveniently perceptive?” Sariphi sighed exasperatedly.

“Anyone with eyes could have observed your odd behavior,” He retorted. “My queen is many things, but subtle she is not.” 

“Something Anubis will probably scold me for later, I’m sure,” Sariphi agreed. “As he always says, ‘Tact and decorum is the benchmark of every great queen’.”

“Do not change the subject,” Leonhart said, squishing her face in his claws. “What troubles you?”

Sariphi sighed. “I was thinking about the heirs thing again.” 

Leonhart sighed in turn. “We have discussed this. There is an abundance of time to worry about that. It is not something that requires your concern at present.” 

“When should I be concerned?”

“Never. It is not worth your energy.”

“Amit said that if anyone finds out that we haven’t consummated our marriage, they could lawfully force you to take a concubine or make us get an annulment.” 

“Which is why it shall not be discovered.” 

“Leo… It’s not just that,” Sariphi replied. “Talking to Amit today made me realize… the reason why it bothers me isn’t just the need for an heir.” 

“What is the reason, then?” 

Sariphi flushed and picked at a single strand of his mane rather than looking him in the face. 

“I… We… We’ve been married for four years now… and we haven’t… been intimate… and I wondered if you weren’t interested in such things.”

Leonhart was silent and Sariphi, feeling anxious, began rambling very fast.

“I know we had discussed having kids before and I know you don’t want to hurt me, but you had mentioned that you wanted to have at least two, but we need to be intimate for that to happen, but you’ve never made a move, so I thought you didn’t want to, but I–” 

“Sariphi, stop,” Leonhart said, taking her chin and making her look at him. “You do not need to explain yourself, I understand what you are saying. To tell the truth… you are correct. I have been hesitant to attempt intimacy with you because I do not wish to hurt you. The difference in our size obviously means that the act would cause you immense discomfort. You did not seem to show much interest in it, either, so I assumed until now that you were satisfied to wait.” 

“So… you do want to? Be intimate with me, I mean?” 

“I do wish for that, yes,” Leonhart said. “Of course I do. Truthfully… I have thought of it quite often as of late, especially now that you have grown taller and gained weight. It is hard not to notice how… lovely you look, and your warm body lying next to me every night is often difficult to ignore. But as I said… I worry about hurting you.” 

“Perhaps it won’t hurt,” Sariphi said optimistically. “We’ll never know until we try, right?”

“I suppose you have a point,” Leonhart agreed, though he looked skeptical. “You also truly wish to be intimate with me?”

“Yes, I do,” She said earnestly. “I’m your wife and I love you. I want to do all the things husbands and wives do.” 

“I see,” He said slowly. “Do you… wish to try tonight?” 

Sariphi gulped but nodded. “No time like the present. Honestly, I’ve been ready for a long time, I just didn’t know how to tell you.” 

“I see.” Leonhart took a deep breath. “I fear I have no experience with this. I am unsure how to begin.” 

Sariphi moved off of Leonhart’s lap. Kneeling next to him and plucking up her courage, she carefully drew her nightgown over her head and off of her body, then removed her undergarments, fully exposing herself to him for the very first time. His eyes widened and his breathing sped up slightly. Rolling onto his knees as well, he reached out to touch her but stopped short, seeming unsure, looking at his large claws in dismay.

“It’s okay, Leo,” Sariphi said, moving forward to press her breast to his palm. “You can touch me. You won’t hurt me. It’s okay.”

As much as she tried to reassure him, he was still intensely cognizant that his claws could wrap around her entire body with room to spare, claws that were strong enough to rend solid stone, and his need to be careful was obvious. Instead, he turned his hand and caressed one of her nipples with the back of the claw on his first finger. She inhaled sharply and made a slight sound, biting her lip. She looked anxious, but she gazed at his face with open trust. 

Leonhart leaned forward and pressed his nose to the hollow of her neck, breathing in deeply. She reached up and raked her fingers through the fur of his neck. His arms encircled her, and he pulled her bare body against his own clothed chest. He felt himself stir below, and shrugged his arms out of their sleeves. He pulled her toward him and lay her down on the bed under him, stripping off the drape around his waist and letting it fall heavily to the floor. Her beautiful body lay open to him, her silver-white hair spread out around her head like a glowing halo, and she reached for him.

Carefully lowering his body over hers, he kissed her. She moaned softly and moved underneath him, stroking his chest. He pressed his hardness to her entrance, pausing for a moment to observe her face before attempting to enter her slowly. She seemed fine at first, but as he pushed harder, her brow furrowed and her breath stuttered. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

She didn’t speak, but nodded. He continued, but stopped when she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, holding her breath. 

“Are you sure I should carry on?” 

“Yes,” She said, her voice strained. “It’s okay.” 

He had barely moved an inch when he noticed tears gathering in her eyes, and the moment he caught the scent of blood, he removed himself and climbed off of her. Sure enough, there was blood on the sheets under her. It wasn’t a lot, but it was more than enough to ruin his mood.

“Why did you stop?” Sariphi asked, wiping her eyes. 

“I have hurt you, just as I feared I would,” He said, putting his clothing back on and stooping to gather up her clothes as well. 

“I’ve heard it’s normal to bleed the first time,” She insisted. “Many women do.” 

“It is not just that,” He said. “I could see on your face that you were in pain.” 

“It wasn’t that bad, I swear!” She said, holding her nightgown to her chest. “I can do it! Even if it’s painful, I can handle it! I still have to bear your successor regardless! Everyone expects it of us!”

“As loath as I am to hurt you for my own satisfaction, I am even less inclined to do so to suit the wishes of others,” Leonhart said. “We will try again another day, when you have healed. I refuse to injure you further.”

“But–” 

“No,” He said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Not tonight. It is not as though I am suggesting we never consummate, but it seems we are not ready for this yet.”

“Leo, it’s been four years.”

“I am well aware of that, Sariphi. Neither of us know much about this subject. We need… help. Advice.”

“Advice from whom?” 

“I am unsure,” Leonhart admitted.

"Are there books we could read?"

"Oh, I am certain there are, but I do not even know where to begin looking, nor do I wish to ask. All I am certain of is that I do not wish to cause you further pain. There must be something we can do to make this… process… easier.” He took her nightgown out of her hands and pulled it back over her head. “I’m far more concerned with the well-being of the woman I love than I am for any amorphous children who are yet to exist. Whatever our responsibilities may be, you are my wife before you are the queen.”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round?” Sariphi asked, reluctantly pulling on her undergarments. “The queen exists for the country, so her discomfort is not important if it’s for the good of the people, right?”

“Perhaps,” He said. “But I care not. If it would cause you harm, it is not worth doing.” 

“Do you not want to be intimate anymore?” 

“No, I still wish for that,” He replied. “But only if it is good for us to do so. For both of us.” He pulled her back into his lap and embraced her once more. “Do not misunderstand, Sariphi. I love and desire you. That has not changed, nor will it ever. Be assured of that fact and do not fret.” 

“Okay,” She said, cuddling into his chest. Though he was not one for words, he seemed to always know what she needed to hear. They lay down together and tried to sleep, but neither found much rest that night.

The next morning, His Majesty insisted that Sariphi stay in their chambers and rest for the day, calling Amit to keep her company. Sariphi had to admit, she was a little bit sore, and gratefully accepted. 

“How did it go?” Amit asked once they were alone. “I heard the maids say there was blood on the sheets.”

Sariphi shook her head. “We tried, but he stopped almost immediately when I started bleeding. He says he won’t try again until we get some sort of help.” 

“What sort of help?” 

“I don’t know,” Sariphi admitted. “I don’t know who we could possibly ask about this.”

Amit sat quietly in deep thought. “What about a midwife?” 

“Midwife?” 

“Certainly,” Amit said. “A midwife could solve this problem, wouldn’t you think? Conception, pregnancy, and childbirth are the sole scope of their expertise, is it not?” 

“Well, sure,” Sariphi agreed. “But is there one in the palace?” 

“Oh,” Amit said contemplatively. “I’m not sure. Anubis would know. Hiring staff who work directly with the royal family is one of his many duties.” 

Sariphi blushed. “I couldn’t possibly ask Anubis about this.” 

“Then mention it to His Majesty and have him pass on the message to Anubis. If the palace doesn’t have a midwife, then they can find one.”

The next day, after Sariphi told His Majesty about it the night before, His Majesty sat in his office, pouring over paperwork, when he finally broached the subject with Anubis. 

“Anubis.” 

Anubis looked up from his own work. “Yes, Sire?”

“Does the palace have an imperial midwife at present?”

“A midwife?” Anubis echoed in surprise. “Could Her Majesty be…?”

“No,” His Majesty replied, looking into the far distance out of the closest window in an effort to appear magnanimous rather than embarrassed. “Not as of yet. It is for that reason we require such a person to seek their advice on the matter. It seems Her Majesty has been quite worried about the constant prattling on the subject of an heir, despite the fact that the queen is still quite young and we have only been married a short time.”

“Four years is plenty of time to conceive an heir, Sire,” Anubis pointed out.

His Majesty glared at him.

“I-I see,” Anubis replied hastily. “The palace has not had an imperial midwife since the passing of the previous queen. By rights, a new imperial midwife should have been appointed upon the queen’s ascension, but in the aftermath of the attempted insurrection prior to the sovereign marriage rites, and then the peace talks with Yoana directly after, it appears that the appointment was overlooked.” 

“Very well. Hire one immediately.” 

“Of course, sire,” Anubis said, but he paused. “Although… I am concerned that there may not be any midwife in Ozmargo willing to take the position.” 

“Because the queen is human?” 

“Well, yes,” Anubis said delicately. 

His Majesty sighed. “I had believed this sort of discrimination would have been much reduced by now, though I suppose it is to be expected.” 

“I didn’t mean necessarily in terms of discrimination. More to the point, I doubt that there are any of beastkind in the kingdom who would know how to treat a human.” 

“Ah,” His Majesty said. Anubis was correct, of course. “Could we not call one from Yoana?” 

“I suppose we could,” Anubis said. “But what woman in her right mind would make that journey? The way between the kingdoms is still treacherous and full of peril. Even with guaranteed security, there may not be any who would agree to such a dangerous undertaking.” 

“Post a job notice regardless, in both Ozmargo and Yoana. If even one person were to answer, that would be enough to begin moving forward.” 

“As you wish, Sire,” Anubis said. He bowed and excused himself.

It took more than two months to finally get a response to the job posting. An old, bent woman of the pangolin tribe, leaning on a walking stick, ambled up to the palace after sending a notice that she would take on the position. The scales of her tail rasped across the marble floor as she walked, making something like a soft rattlesnake sound. Her eyes were bleary and brown in color with blue along the edges of the iris. She looked around the palace as if unimpressed. 

Anubis, having been notified of her arrival, met her at the large double doors of the throne room. 

“I understand you are the one who responded to the request for an imperial midwife?” Anubis asked without pleasantries. 

“Yessir,” The old woman said, her voice cracking with age. 

“Your name, so I may announce you to His Majesty?” 

“Coral will do.” 

“I see. Follow me.” 

Anubis turned at the guardsmen manning the doors and nodded. The doors swung open, and sitting there were both His and Her Majesties. His Majesty’s throne sat center stage on the raised dais with Her Majesty’s smaller throne to his immediate right, turned slightly to face him. Sariphi wasn’t used to receiving guests while sitting on her throne yet, so she often stayed silent unless directly spoken to. His Majesty had told her she didn’t need to receive the guests if she didn’t want to, but Sariphi had insisted she wanted to take her role as queen seriously, and that included being a welcoming host.

“Your Majesties,” Anubis said, coming up and bowing. “I present Coral, the woman who has answered the request for an imperial midwife.” 

“Very well,” His Majesty said, waving his hand. Anubis bowed again and stepped to the side, allowing the old woman to stagger toward the dais. “We welcome you, Coral. Before your official appointment, you must prove yourself capable of the duties you will be assigned. We have the documentation and testimonials you sent us beforehand, but that will be useless to us if you are deemed unfit for the position.” 

“Seems fine,” Coral said amiably. “Although it seems like you’ve not got much choice, elseways, as I'm the only one who showed up.” 

“Mind your tongue!” Anubis hissed. “You are in the presence of Their Majesties, if you’ve forgotten! Be respectful!” 

“Hush up, pup,” She said, flapping her hand at him dismissively. Anubis seethed, but His Majesty waved him down “I’m as old as dirt and twice as bitter, so I ain’t all that keen on niceties. If you want to get all bent out of shape ‘cause I’m not standin’ on ceremony, you go right ahead, but I reckon I was called here for a reason, and that ain’t it.”

Sariphi hid a giggle. Coral reminded her of Bennu and she instantly felt affection for the old woman.

“Indeed,” His Majesty said, nonplussed. “Are you confident you can treat a human?” 

“Sure, sure,” Coral said with a shrug. “I’ve been a midwife for nearly a century now, and I’ve helped all manner of child into the world. Humans are mammals, as I understand, and the basics of mammals are reasonably similar; the bits are usually in the same place and work just the same. Usually. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“We understand,” His Majesty said, standing. “What do you need to begin?” 

“Well, to start, I need to examine the girlie here,” Coral said, nodding at Sariphi.  “She’s the one I’ll be lookin’ after, I figure.” 

His Majesty glanced at Sariphi, who nodded and stood up. 

“You are permitted to conduct an examination,” He said. “Though you will not do so alone. Princess Amit will be present for the examination, and Captain Lantevelt will stand guard outside of the door.” 

His Majesty motioned for the edge of the dais, where Amit and Jormungand stood. Amit stepped forward while Jormungand stepped back. He also motioned near the other side of the dais, where Lantevelt was standing. He joined Amit and waited for Sariphi to step down. 

“There is a dedicated room for you in which you may work,” Anubis told Coral. “And your sleeping accommodations are also located there. Princess Amit knows where it is and will lead you there. If you pass the trial period and are hired, you will report directly to Their Majesties or to myself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, you’re very important, I get it.”

Anubis growled in agitation. 

“You will relay your findings to us when you have finished,” His Majesty said. “Afterward, we wish to speak to you privately.”

“You got it, boss,” Coral said, not waiting to be dismissed and waving her stick at Amit. “Lead on, missy.”

“Yes,” Amit said, bowing. “Follow me, please.” 

Sariphi patted His Majesty’s hand briefly before following Amit, Lantevelt, and Coral. His Majesty watched the group walk out of the throne room and sat back on his throne. 

“You seem worried, Sire,” Jormungand told him. “Her Majesty is well, I trust?”

“She is as robust as she has ever been, yes,” His Majesty replied. “It is not out of fear for her health that I do this.”

“I do not presume to know what troubles you, Sire,” Jormungand said. “But as a soon-to-be husband myself, I can imagine I may face similar tribulations in the future. You have my sympathies.” 

“Hmm,” His Majesty said, standing. “Your concern is appreciated, Captain.”

Anubis sniffed in discomfort. “As I have nothing to contribute to this conversation, I will carry on with my duties. If you will excuse me.” He bowed and left. 

Jormungand laughed. “As cold as ever, Abi.” He turned back to His Majesty. “I shall also take my leave, Sire.” 

“You may do so,” His Majesty said. As Jormungand bowed and made to depart, His Majesty called suddenly. “Jormungand.”

Jormungand halted and turned on his heel. “Yes, Sire?”

“We must imagine Anubis would find discussing domestic troubles quite… distasteful,” He began slowly. “Would we be correct in assuming you would be… more receptive to such things?” 

Jormungand tilted his head. “That may be. Certainly more so than Abi.” 

“In the future…” His Majesty said, but then stopped himself. 

Jormungand realized what His Majesty was trying to ask and chuckled. 

“If ever you need an ear, Your Majesty, I’m more than willing to lend you both of mine. Feel free to call me Jor when we are alone. If it suits you, of course.” 

His Majesty showed a hint of a smile, since no one else besides himself and Jormungand was there to see it. “We are… I am grateful. Jor. Thank you.” 

Jormungand gave him a good-natured laugh.

“What are friends for, Your Majesty?”

With that, Jormungand bowed again and excused himself.

Friends. For many years, His Majesty had debated whether it was appropriate or even possible for a king to have friends. His father… well, his uncle, the previous king, certainly had no one that could be considered a friend. The closest would have been the previous Anubis, the current Anubis’s father, though the previous king barely batted an eyelash when his most loyal vassal had died right in front of him. 

When he first became king, His Majesty had emulated the previous king in behavior, since he had no other example to follow. Now, after having met Sariphi, he had come to realize that the previous king’s life was rather… empty. Hollow. As such, His Majesty decided that he didn’t wish to live the same way. Granted, having friends would require him to be more open, which he still found difficult, but he believed it would be worth it in the end. 

He’d had only one friend since he was a boy. Now... he had two. His Majesty smiled to himself and went back to his office.

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My Masterlist

The Exophilia Creator’s Masterlist

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As promised, titles and creators for the above manga! Starting from upper left, we have:

Shio no Machi by Kiiro Yumi based on Hiro Arikawa’s SDF Trilogy of novels

Ookami to Revolver by Yuu Suzuki

Called Game by Kaneyoshi Izumi

Ookami no Musume by Yuki Kodama

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts Heir: White Rabbit and the Prince of Beasts by Yuu Tomofuji

And while we’re here, some other Good Shoujo Updates: Yen Press licensed the fantasy manga by the Apothecary Diaries author (The Failure at God School, I think is the title?) AND Usotoki Rhetoric is getting a live action TV adaptation WOOOOOOOO*

Eyyyyy Sacrificial Princess spin-off was licensed! Here’s a pic from a draft I was going to publish TODAY featuring various manga I’d love to see get English licenses. XD

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A/N : Recently reading this interesting manga about a girl who was meant to be sacrificed as a ritual food for the beastman king and ends up becoming his wife instead. So here's and AU of the manga with Hakuji/Akaza and Koyuki. ( The manga is called Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts )

|| 𝕾𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 & 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕲𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 || ft. OC Fumiko.

Once upon a time, there was a great, horrible war, between humans and demons. It went on for centuries, until both side had opened their eyes of the war's consequences and what it had affected each species. Thus, after many meetings and arguments, both sides finally decided to end the war, for the sake of their homeland and the people.

The humans had created a new species of cows to be given to the demons, so they wouldn't eat humans anymore. The demons found this new species satisfying enough and allowed the humans to have a share of their special trees that bear sweet fruits that could also heal wounds. Both sides managed to create another path to avoid wars, even though there were still some resentment for each sides.

That was about 100 years ago, Koyuki recalled. Demons no longer eat humans, so why did her village sent her off to be sacrificed as a meal? Was it because her father had succumbed to poison, leaving her alone? That it was inappropriate for a virgin woman to live alone so they thought it would be better that she went off dead?

So many questions, yet none were answered. Koyuki glanced at the men sitting beside and in front of her in the carriage, and she was grateful for the veil covering her face, allowing her to make none direct eye contacts with anyone. Her hands were cuffed with iron and there were bruises around the wrists, a proof of her struggling to not be taken away. Before she was taken inside the carriage, the villager bathed her, gave her wonderful foods that she had never been able to touch before, and then threw her away. Thankfully they let her wore the kimono her father had worked hard to buy for her.

Koyuki's eyes dropped sadly. She should've seen this coming. She was sick, ill since birth, her father was the only one who took care of her, loved her. He was gone and she was alone. No one wanted to take care of her. It would be a burden for them. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 was a burden for them.

Her eyes noticed the sudden change of the path outside, the small light from the lamp outside help with seeing through the darkness of the night. Anyone could recognized the border that separate the human land and the demon's, but right now, the carriage wasn't going any near the border.

" It's a pity to throw away such beauty to those demons. "

Shiver ran down her spine. Koyuki recognized the voice. The men in the carriage with her worn amigasa ( straw hats ), so she couldn't really saw their faces clearly. The one in front of her took of his and looked at Koyuki with a creepy smile.

He was the heir of the dojo next to her father's. The one who kept pestering her father to have Koyuki's hand in marriage. The reason why her father refused him was because he didn't care much of Koyuki's health. One time, he forcefully dragged Koyuki outside to have a date, and when she got to her knees having trouble with breathing, he panicked and left her there. If it wasn't for some children playing nearby and alerting her father, she would've died right there.

Koyuki flinched when she felt her chin being grabbed by the heir of the next dojo. She had forgotten his name, not caring enough to care about such man. He must have bribe the driver to change the path. He grinned at her.

" We'll be married at sunrise and you will stay at the hut in the mountains. Everything I say is an absolute rules. " His hand traveled to cup her face. " I will make you happy every night. "

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, Koyuki recoiled. She yanked her head away, not wanting to be touched, when the carriage shook tremendously, as if someone had landed on top of it. Sure enough, the top of the carriage was literally ripped off, exposing the ones inside. The horses panicked and started to lose control, causing the carriage to lose its balance.

Koyuki gasped as she slide over the wall, eyes closing in surprise as yelling and screaming filled the air. The carriage had fallen to its side, and the girl found herself rolling away. Sharp stones cut her skin as she came to a halt, forcing her palms to scratch on the ground so she would stop rolling away.

Everything hurts. Koyuki felt something warm trickling down on her left side of her face. Her chest felt painful and she was having a hard time to breath. She was too focused on her state that she didn't realized the noise had slowed down, the horses had ran off and there was no sight of the men who were in the carriage with her.

" Your Highness, please step away. "

" Here I thought your sight is better than mine. Surely you see this girl is injured and her hands are cuffed? Not to mention you don't hurt women. "

Koyuki lose focus on the rest of the conversation of the strangers. Her vision was getting darker, and the last thing she remembered was falling in someone's arm.

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It was pretty rare for a human to be nearby the border. The trespassers would be taken in as prisoners until humans with authority bait them out or either in the mercy of the demon king's hand. As the only sister the king had, Fumiko was sure that the numbers of humans casualties were all thanks to her. Muzan has a soft spot for his sister, so it was fortunate that her request for trespassers to be given trials or such and not be given death sentence immediately was granted. Not to say that she was a good person, but she was reasonable enough.

As the captain of the royal guard, Akaza was given an order to accompany the princess on her patrol around the border. Fumiko had maintained a good relationship with demons like Akaza, so safe to say that it was easier to talk to Fumiko rather than her brother. Seeing a human carriage nearby the border was alarming enough, since they had received no notice from the human palace of any visitors.

Akaza had expected to have his arms soaking in humans blood, not literally having an unconscious, alive, one on him. There were three men, plus the driver of the carriage. He didn't noticed the woman until she rolled out of the carriage.

" A sacrifice. " Fumiko frowned at this. " It's been a long time. Maybe a town or a village decided to offer a human sacrifice out of pure belief. "

" But we no longer do this. " Akaza grumbled, adjusting the girl's position in his arms. His eyes trailed down towards the cuff on her hands. He slowly used his fingers to lift the veil off her face.

The woman looked so...delicate. Her appearance was messy, with dirt and blood all over her body and face, others would scrunched their noses in disgust and refused to hold her. But Akaza felt like he was holding a fragile glass. A beautiful, fragile glass. It was as if he dropped her, she would break.

Fumiko noticed the silence from the captain. She tilted her head at the way his eyes locked on the human girl, one hand softly pushing off the veil from her face. The way he carried her looked gentle, yet firm. It looked like he didn't want to drop her nor letting her go.

Akaza broke out of his trance when Fumiko went to take off the veil entirely. She looked at Akaza, smiling.

" Bring her with us. "

" ...Your highness? " Akaza hesitated.

Fumiko's smile widened. " I'll talk about this to my brother, don't worry. Let us tend to her injuries. "

" And the others? "

" Send in some soldiers to fetch the other trespassers. We gotta hurry if we want that girl to live. "

If there was one common thing that the Kibutsuji siblings share, was that they always planned something in their mind, something unexpected. It unnerved and made other demons anxious in waiting. Muzan's plan usually had something cruel in it while Fumiko's with bits of mischievous. If they both conduct a plan together, chaos happens.

Even so, Akaza kept his lips shut and followed the princess back into the kingdom. His eyes occasionally glancing back on the girl in his arms.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦

[nemesisadrastia]

CHARACTER TITLES

This is a list of 800+ character titles I’ll be continuously updating. The current number of titles will be below the cut, so I don’t have to chase after different version of this. This list is going to be one of unusual titles that you won’t really find in any other masterlist (at least, not any that I’ve seen around), so if you need something more descriptive and unique to use for your characters or your RPG, I’m sure this is a good list for you.

CURRENT TITLE COUNT: 908 [since 09/08/18]

A TITLES

The Abdicator

The Abhorrent

The Abomination

The Abrasive

The Accommodator

The Ace

The Achiever

The Acidic

The Acolyte

The Acrobat

The Activist

The Adherent

The Admiral

The Adventurer

The Adviser

The Advocate

The Afflicted

The Ageless

The Agent

The Aggressor

The Agitator

The Alchemist

The Almighty

The Alpha Wolf

The Altruist

The Amateur

The Ambassador

The Ambitious

The Ambulatory

The Analyser

The Analyst

The Anarchist

The Angel

The Annihilator

The Anointed

The Anointer

The Antagonist

The Anti-Hero

The Apollo

The Apothecary

The Apprentice

The Arcanist

The Archer

The Architect

The Archivist

The Aristocrat

The Armed

The Artful

The Artificer

The Artisan

The Artist

The Ascendant

The Ascended

The Assassin

The Asserter

The Assistant

The Associate

The Athlete

The Audacious

The Authentic

The Avaricious

The Avenger

The Awakened

B TITLES

The Babbler

The Babelfish

The Backstabber

The Badass

The Balance

The Bandit

The Banshee

The Barbarian

The Barber

The Bard

The Baron

The Bastion

The Bear

The Beast

The Beastly

The Beginner

The Beguiler

The Behemoth

The Belle

The Benefactor

The Beneficiary

The Benevolent

The Berserker

The Betrayer

The Binder

The Blacksmith

The Blademaster

The Blaze

The Blazing Light

The Blessing

The Blight

The Blighted

The Blister

The Blogger

The Bloodletter

The Bloodseeker

The Bloodthirster

The Boatswain

The Bohemian

The Bombardier

The Bonecrusher

The Bouncer

The Bountiful

The Bounty Hunter

The Brain

The Brave

The Brawler

The Brigand

The Broker

The Brutal

The Brute

The Buccaneer

The Builder

The Burglar

The Butcher

C TITLES

The CEO

The Campaigner

The Candidate

The Canoness

The Capitalist

The Captain

The Caregiver

The Caretaker

The Carpenter

The Cat

The Catalyst

The Cavalier

The Centurion

The Challenger

The Chameleon

The Champion

The Changeling

The Chaotic

The Charismatic

The Charmer

The Chaser

The Chef

The Chief

The Child

The Chosen

The Cipher

The Clairvoyant

The Classifier

The Cleaner

The Clear-Sighted

The Cleric

The Clever

The Clumsy

The Cold-Blooded

The Collaborator

The Collector

The Colossus

The Commander

The Commando

The Committed

The Companion

The Competent

The Competitor

The Compiler

The Composer

The Comprehended

The Condemned

The Confidant

The Confounder

The Confused

The Connoisseur

The Conqueror

The Conscience

The Conspirator

The Consul

The Contender

The Contractor

The Contrarian

The Cook

The Cool-Headed

The Coordinator

The Corrupt

The Corrupted

The Corrupter

The Corsair

The Cougar

The Count

The Courtesan

The Cowboy

The Cowgirl

The Coyote Man

The Craftsman

The Crafty

The Crapshooter

The Critic

The Cruel

The Crusader

The Crusher

The Cryptic

The Cunning

The Curiosity

The Customer

The Cutthroat

The Cynic

D TITLES

The Dama Rossa

The Damned

The Dandy

The Dangerous

The Dauntless

The Dawn

The Deacon

The Deadly Shadow

The Deathless

The Debater

The Debris

The Deceiver

The Deconstructor

The Dedicated

The Defender

The Defensive

The Defiled

The Delinquent

The Demolisher

The Demon

The Dependable

The Deprogrammer

The Designer

The Desperado

The Despot

The Destroyer

The Destructive

The Determined

The Devastator

The Developer

The Devoted

The Dexterous

The Diplomat

The Director

The Disciple

The Discoverer

The Distractor

The Doctor

The Dominator

The Dragon

The Drake

The Dreamer

The Drifter

The Druid

The Drunkard

The Duelist

The Duke

The Dutiful

The Dynamo

E TITLES

The Eager

The Eagle

The Earl

The Eccentric

The Economist

The Efficient

The Effigy

The Ego

The Elder

The Elitist

The Elusive

The Emissary

The Emotionless

The Empath

The Emperor

The Enchantress

The Encyclopedia

The Enduring

The Enemy

The Enforcer

The Engineer

The Enterprising

The Entertainer

The Enthusiast

The Entrepreneur

The Envoy

The Epicure

The Equaliser

The Eradicator

The Erratic

The Escape Artist

The Esteemed

The Ethereal

The Evader

The Everlasting

The Exalted

The Examiner

The Executioner

The Executive

The Executor

The Exile

The Expeditionist

The Expendable

The Expert

The Explorer

The Extinguisher

F TITLES

The Facilitator

The Faithful

The Fallen

The Familiar

The Famous

The Fanatic

The Fashionista

The Fatebreaker

The Fearless

The Femme Fatale

The Fencer

The Fever

The Fiend

The Fierce

The Fighter

The Firebird

The Firebrand

The Firefly

The Firehawk

The Fist

The Fixer

The Flameseeker

The Flawless

The Fleet-Footed

The Fool

The Footpad

The Forger

The Forgotten

The Founder

The Fox

The Fraud

The Freelancer

The Frozen

The Furious

The Fury

G TITLES

The Gargoyle

The Gatecrasher

The Gatekeeper

The General

The Generous

The Genius

The Gentry

The Genuine

The Ghost

The Gifted

The Giver

The Gladiator

The Gladiatrix

The Glitch

The Glutton

The Godlike

The Golden Child

The Golem

The Good Samaritan

The Gouger

The Governor

The Great

The Grenadier

The Grifter

The Grunt

The Guardian

The Gullible

The Gunfighter

The Gunner

The Gunslinger

H TITLES

The Hacker

The Halcyon

The Hallowed

The Hammer

The Harbinger

The Hard-Boiled

The Hard-Hearted

The Harlequin

The Healer

The Heart

The Heartless

The Heir

The Hellequin

The Hellhound

The Hellion

The Helmsman

The Helper

The Herald

The Herbalist

The Herder

The Hermit

The Hessian

The Highlander

The Hiker

The Hipster

The Hired Gun

The Hoarder

The Hologram

The Homewrecker

The Honourable

The Honoured

The Hopeful

The Howitzer

The Humane

The Hunter

The Huntsman

The Hurricane

The Hypocrite

I TITLES

The Iconoclast

The Idealist

The Illuminated

The Illusion

The Illusionist

The Illustrious

The Imitator

The Immortal

The Impaler

The Impassive

The Impersonator

The Improviser

The Impulsive

The Incomprehensible

The Indefatigable

The Independent

The Indignant

The Individualist

The Indomitable

The Infamous

The Infiltrator

The Initiate

The Innovator

The Inquisitor

The Insolvent

The Inspector

The Instrument

The Intelligent

The Interpreter

The Intimidator

The Intrepid

The Intriguing

The Inventive

The Inventor

The Investigator

The Invisible

The Irrational

J TITLES

The Jackal

The Jaguar

The Jester

The Judge

The Justiciar

K TITLES

The Keeper

The Killer

The Killing Machine

The Kin

The Kind-Hearted

The King

The Kingmaker

The Knife Thrower

The Knight

The Known

L TITLES

The Landowner

The Landsman

The Lawbringer

The Lawful

The Leader

The Leech

The Legate

The Legend

The Legendary

The Legionnaire

The Leviathan

The Liability

The Liar

The Liberator

The Librarian

The Liege

The Lieutenant

The Lifeguard

The Linguist

The Living Myth

The Logician

The Logistician

The Lone Wolf

The Lonesome

The Loose Cannon

The Lost

The Loyal

The Loyalist

The Lucky

The Luminous

The Lurker

The Lustful

M TITLES

The Machine

The Magician

The Magnanimous

The Magnate

The Magnificent

The Magus

The Maiden

The Majestic

The Malevolent

The Manipulator

The Marathoner

The Marauder

The Marine

The Marksman

The Marquis

The Mass Murderer

The Master

The Masterful

The Mastermind

The Matriarch

The Matron

The Mauler

The Maverick

The Maxim

The Meat

The Mech

The Mechanic

The Mediator

The Medic

The Medium

The Megalomaniac

The Menace

The Mentor

The Mercenary

The Merchant

The Merciless

The Mermaid

The Mimic

The Mindless

The Miscreant

The Mistral

The Mistress

The Misunderstood

The Mobiliser

The Mole

The Moneymaker

The Monk

The Monster

The Monstrosity

The Mooch

The Mote

The Motivator

The Mountebank

The Muddled

N TITLES

The Naturalist

The Navigator

The Neutral

The Neutraliser

The Newcomer

The Night Owl

The Night Stalker

The Nightmare

The Ninja

The Noble

The Nobleman

The Nomad

The Notorious

The Novice

The Nuisance

The Nurturer

O TITLES

The Obliterator

The Observant

The Observer

The Occultist

The Officer

The Offworlder

The Ogre

The Omen

The Omnipotent

The One

The Operative

The Opportunist

The Optimist

The Orator

The Orchid

The Originator

The Outcast

The Outgoing

The Outlaw

The Outstanding

The Overclocker

The Overlord

The Overseer

P TITLES

The Paladin

The Paragon

The Pariah

The Partner

The Pathfinder

The Patient

The Patriarch

The Patriot

The Patron

The Peacekeeper

The Peacemaker

The Pearl

The Perfectionist

The Performer

The Persistent

The Persuasive

The Phantom

The Philanthropist

The Phoenix

The Physician

The Pilferator

The Pilgrim

The Pilot

The Pioneer

The Pirate

The Pitiless

The Plague Bearer

The Planner

The Plunderer

The Poacher

The Pointman

The Poisoner

The Poisonous

The Practised

The Praetorian

The Preacher

The Precise

The Precursor

The Prefect

The Presence

The Pretender

The Priest

The Prince

The Princess

The Principled

The Prisoner

The Privateer

The Privileged

The Problem Solver

The Prodigy

The Producer

The Professional

The Professor

The Proficient

The Profligate

The Projection

The Projector

The Prolific

The Promoted

The Promoter

The Prophet

The Protagonist

The Protector

The Provoker

The Prowler

The Psychic

The Punisher

The Punk

The Puppet Master

The Puppeteer

The Pure

The Pyrotechnician

Q TITLES

The Quartermaster

The Queen

The Quick Thinker

R TITLES

The Raider

The Rambler

The Ranger

The Ransacker

The Rationaliser

The Ravager

The Realist

The Reaper

The Reaver

The Rebel

The Rebellious

The Recluse

The Recruit

The Redeemer

The Referee

The Reformer

The Regent

The Regulator

The Relentless

The Remnant

The Renegade

The Reptile

The Researcher

The Resolute

The Resourceful

The Respected

The Respectful

The Responsive

The Resurgent

The Retracer

The Revered

The Risen

The Riskrunner

The Ritualist

The Rival

The Robber

The Roboteer

The Roboticist

The Robust

The Rogue

The Role Model

The Romantic

The Rookie

The Rover

The Rugged

The Runner

The Rustler

The Ruthless

S TITLES

The Saboteur

The Sacrifice

The Sacrificial Lamb

The Sadist

The Sagacious

The Sage

The Sage

The Saint

The Salty

The Salvager

The Sandman

The Sapper

The Savant

The Saviour

The Scanner

The Scarab

The Scavenger

The Sceptic

The Scholar

The Scientist

The Scorcher

The Scoundrel

The Scout

The Scrapper

The Seeker

The Seer

The Sentient

The Sentinel

The Sergeant

The Serial Killer

The Serpent

The Servant

The Shadow

The Shaman

The Shank

The Sharpshooter

The Shatterer

The Shirker

The Shopaholic

The Show-Off

The Sickle

The Silencer

The Silent

The Silent Shadow

The Sinister

The Siren

The Skald

The Skilled

The Skirmisher

The Slaughterer

The Slayer

The Sleepwalker

The Slugger

The Sly

The Smuggler

The Sneaker

The Sneaky

The Sniper

The Social

The Socialite

The Soldier

The Sorcerer

The Soul

The Specialist

The Spectre

The Spellscarred

The Spellsword

The Spender

The Spirited

The Spiritualist

The Spy

The Stag

The Stalker

The Stalwart

The Stargazer

The Static

The Steadfast

The Storm

The Stowaway

The Strangler

The Strategist

The Striker

The Strong Man

The Stunner

The Sunbringer

The Supervisor

The Supporter

The Surah

The Surgeon

The Surveyor

The Survivalist

The Survivor

The Suspect

The Sweetheart

The Swift

T TITLES

The Tactician

The Tank

The Target

The Taunter

The Teacher

The Technophile

The Tempest

The Templar

The Temptress

The Terror

The Theorist

The Thespian

The Thief

The Thinker

The Thorn

The Threat

The Thrill Seeker

The Tiger

The Timewalker

The Tinkerer

The Titan

The Torch

The Tormenter

The Tracer

The Tracker

The Trader

The Trailblazer

The Trainee

The Trapper

The Traveller

The Treasure Hunter

The Trickster

The Troublemaker

The Troubleshooter

The Trusted

The Trustworthy

The Truth Seeker

The Truthful

The Twilit Heart

The Tycoon

The Typhoon

U TITLES

The Unassailable

The Unclean

The Uncompromising

The Undaunted

The Undying

The Unethical

The Universal Translator

The Unlucky

The Unruly

The Unseen

The Unstoppable

The Untamed

The Untouchable

The Unwavering

The Unyielding

The Upstanding

The Usurper

V TITLES

The VIP

The Vagrant

The Vain

The Valiant

The Valkyrie

The Vanguard

The Vanished

The Vanquisher

The Vengeful

The Venomous

The Versatile

The Veteran

The Vicious

The Victim

The Vigilant

The Vigilante

The Viper

The Virtuoso

The Virus

The Visionary

The Visitor

The Vizier

The Volunteer

The Voyager

The Vulture

W TITLES

The Wanderer

The War Dog

The Ward

The Warden

The Warder

The Warlock

The Warmonger

The Warrior

The Waste

The Watchdog

The Wayfarer

The Wayward

The Wealthy

The Whirlwind

The Widowmaker

The Wild

The Wingman

The Wise

The Wisp

The Witch

The Witchhunter

The Wolf

The Wondrous

The Workaholic

The Wound

The Wraith

The Wrestler

The Write-Off

X Y Z TITLES

The Zealot

The Zoologist