Chapter 1 – Groomed for His Promise

“Such a glamoring thing of soft beauty.” The man who stood in front of me had a silky voice. One that somehow managed to make me feel lesser.

Me… a princess of the fay… feel lesser? I shot a halfhearted grin at one of my attending handmaidens, Ylareth, hoping for one of her reassuring, mischievous smiles to calm my nerves, but instead she looked at me with a serious expression. Almost worried.

The man in front of us, clad in heavy plate, both black and silvered, did strike an imposing figure. Perhaps he simply unnerved my ever-sanguine friend.

“Princess Nysthra, you may not know me – Little reason would you have to do so – And yet, I know you. I knew your father, after all. Fought with him even. In years now long gone.” The white-haired man, who was dark of feature yet light of skin, stood two heads taller than myself, even as I sat on the wooden dais three steps above him.

And despite the grating smirk he wore, my blonde eyebrows lifted in surprise at his words.

“You knew my father? …how?” Every lesson I had had on etiquette and royal conduct tried to fight against the obvious wonder in my voice. But I didn’t care.

I stood from my throne, woven of branches and soft leaves, fluttered my long, iridescent wings, and started walking down towards the stranger. His smile widened.

All around us, members of the court, fay women in translucent robes gasped at my actions. And after only a few moments of confusion, two guardswomen rushed to walk beside me.

“What did you say your name was, stranger?” He had yet to answer my first question.

I gave him a careful smile, showing him my perfect, white teeth. Few emissaries of the other races neglected to answer me whenever I showed them such kindness. The men – especially the men – did for some reason stutter and rush to tell me what I needed to know. As if I was casting some spell on them.

I didn’t think I was.

I arched my back as I walked down the steps, stretching a bit from sitting so long, and immediately one of my guards reached over and adjusted my gown across my chest. Siluth was always the modest one. And her hand glid across my skin as she made sure my sizable breast didn’t slip out from under the smooth, loosely fitted fabric that hung on my small frame.

“My Lord…” His words came so sudden, and with such cold, that I froze in my steps.

“Sorry? I… might have misheard you?” I kept smiling, but looked around me to see if I was the only one reacting.

I noticed that he no longer grinned.

“I’m no stranger, Princess. I am your lord. Your master. And you will address me as such. Try again. Another chance. Say, what… is your name… My lord.”

My feet stood as if rooted to the ground, my jaw hanging slack….

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Story by EllieSands

 

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