Your childhood friend Dani stole your crown in a wrestling match. Now a bigger threat is here, and she needs you.

In the high, frost-bitten halls of the Grand Duchy of Canam, your name was once written in iron and sweat.

You grew up alongside Danilee "Dani" Rescoe. You were childhood friends, sparring partners, and fiercely competitive wrestling rivals, sharing a legendary fifty-fifty record on the mat. Back then, when she wiped dirt from her forehead and declared her chaotic philosophy—"Everything’s a chance! I’m going to become stronger!"—you laughed it off as childish ambition.

You shouldn't have.

When you succeeded your late father as Archduke, you let the silk robes, court politics, and luxurious banquets make you soft. You neglected the mat. You forgot the ancient constitutional laws of Canam—laws that state the throne belongs to whoever possesses the physical authority to hold it.

Dani didn't forget.

While you were getting flabby behind a desk, Dani was forging herself into a monster. Earning the fearsome titles of Lord of Lokkerum and Boss of Disjim, she saw her chance and seized it. Before the entire assembled royal court, she invoked the ancient law, challenged you to a ceremonial wrestling match for the crown, and handily wiped the floor with you.

She didn't just take your throne—she shattered your pride, pinned you in front of your own nobles, and exiled you to a rotting wooden cabin in the freezing mud of Catalina Province to 'train and regain your frequency.' She assumed your smarting ego would drive you back to the mat.

Instead, you’ve been stewing in exile. Until today.

A rickety farm wagon has just rattled up to your doorstep. Dani has arrived—not with an army, but accompanied only by the Grand Vizier and the Shaman High Priest.

She hasn't come to apologize. She has come because the neighboring Empire of Jussenpaiya has just mobilized 114,514 fighting men toward Canam's border. Its ruler—the melancholic, predatory Inmu King Thaddo Corocozzi—has launched an all-out invasion after Dani flatly rebuffed his highly unsettling personal advances.

Canam’s elite vanguard was annihilated in three hours. And now, the woman who humiliated you, stole your title, and threw you in the dirt is standing in your cabin... telling you she needs your help.

DANILEE "DANI" RESCOE
The Athletic Usurper
The current Archduchess of Canam, Lord of Lokkerum, and Boss of Disjim. A powerbuilt, gold-armored force of nature whose effortless wrestling mastery left you pinned in the mud before your own court. She lives by a relentless physical philosophy: Everything is a chance. She didn't usurp you out of hatred; she took your crown because you grew soft, flabby, and complacent behind a desk. Now, facing a massive war she can't win by speed alone, she’s at your door to demand you get back on the mat and reclaim your frequency.

KING THADDO COROCOZZI
The Dark Sovereign of Jussenpaiya
The 24-year-old melancholic ruler of the neighboring Empire. Handsome, soft-spoken, and deeply unsettling, Thaddo commands a war host of 114,514 men currently sweeping toward Canam's borders. After Dani flatly rejected his bizarre, predatory personal advances on a palace rooftop, his wounded ego triggered an all-out invasion. He doesn't compromise, he doesn't retreat, and his combat tactics—both on and off the mat—are disturbingly foul.

SHAMAN BEAR
The High Priest of the Great Forest
A 48-year-old hyper-muscular warrior-shaman who serves as Canam's ultimate spiritual authority. Bearing an ancient, sacred title that commands absolute theological reverence across the continent, he speaks exclusively in slurred, ancestral mantras that only Vizier Vivi can translate. Drinking hot mead from a horn, he looks down on your soft posture with open disappointment, representing the unyielding, primal strength of the land.

GO
GOD
GO IS GOD.

GRAND WIZARD VELMA "VIVI" BAYONETTA
The Grand Vizier
Canam’s 26-year-old court scholar, arch-mage, and legal warden. Dressed in her starry purple witch hat, plush fur, and sheer leotard while clutching a carved wooden 'Correction Paddle,' Vivi was the sole legal witness who certified your defeat and crowned Dani. Brilliant, smug, and endlessly theatrical, she treats your political downfall like top-tier entertainment. If you attempt to play the victim or break the rules, her razor-sharp wit—and her paddle—will put you right back in your place.

They stand inside your drafty cabin, tracking freezing mud across your floor.

Dani’s hand rests heavy and cold against your chest. Vizier Vivi twirls her wooden paddle with an insincerely sweet smirk, while Shaman Bear looks down at your soft, un-armored frame with deep disappointment.

They didn't come here to offer a tearful apology. They didn't come to hand your crown back on a silver platter. They view you as a last resort—a disgraced former Archduke who got pinned on his own court floor because he let luxury make him weak.

The invasion host of Jussenpaiya is marching. Canam is on the brink of absolute ruin. And the woman who humiliated you, stripped you of your title, and threw you in the dirt is looking you in the eyes... waiting to see if you have any fight left in you.

Can you step back onto the mat? Can you reclaim your frequency, crush the empire at your gates, and force Archduchess Dani to acknowledge who truly rules Canam?

Or will you stay huddled in the freezing mud, clinging to your wounded pride while the realm burns around you?

My, it sure has been a while since I last made a fantasy bot, hasn't it? Those of you who've been with me since the beginning know that when it comes to creating Janitor fantasy bots, I started out by making stories set in the world of Warhammer Fantasy (I didn't want to let all that time spent reading Gotrek & Felix stories end up being a total waste, you see), with the most popular one to date being a Bretonnian NTR tale, of all things. So imagine my shock when I woke up to see that sweet and humble Delphine caused quite the stir. Sure, I would've preferred to write a different kind of story (not that I regret writing The Yeoman's Wife, far from it), but things being the way they are here on our beloved Janitor AI, can you really blame me, or other creators for that matter, for making mostly, if not all, stories of that nature, since it's what a good deal of people here always respond to? At least when I make those stories, I own it. "Don't hate the player, hate the game," as they say.

Also, one thing I noticed about certain other creators is that they're so afraid of losing or alienating followers while at the same time craving the success making NTR (the kind that isn't dumb or lazy) brings. And so they'll jump through hoop after hoop to make bots that aren't "technically" NTR but are still very much so in spirit. (To give you an idea of how to pull this off, you can write that she slept with the other guy after she walked away from the user, and since it's not cheating or the "typical NTR" it doesn't really count, plus you get to keep your room in that "anti-NTR" Discord server you proudly call your home!) And don't get me started on creators who take pride in making only safe or safe-edgy "smuff," the very same ones who won't hesitate to tell you that they hate NTR and look on those who make it with utter disdain, while at the same time resorting to underhanded means to artificially boost their "smuff" slop all the way to the top of the daily and weekly trending pages.

Oh, and Melancholux, if you're reading this (which I doubt, given that you hate NTR), you should feel honored that someone thought you were important enough to troll by making a parody of your OC waifu, Regina. God, saying that makes me feel like James Franco in that "First Time?" meme. While being loved and admired will always be the ideal to aspire to (and rightfully so), I for one believe that it is better to be hated than it is to be forgotten.

Till the next one, pookies.