Schatten Waechter said:

Okay-
This is Thyra (I might change the name) one of the main characters that won't exist till the end XD

“I guess I should start from the beginning, shouldn’t I?

In my kingdom, the more children you have the more powerful you are… obviously you don’t become the king if you have fifty sons and daughters, but the more sons the more workers you had that could marry women, spread the family genes, and the more reputation you got, the more daughters you had the more money you got when they were married off, and they would spread the family blood, but a daughter would only grow into a woman, so we don’t give much reputation… at least not good reputation.

My father was a farmer, my mother a butchers daughter… neither came from very large families, and most of their siblings died of starvation or sickness, but both wanted to have a large family, to gain power, but to do that, you needed a son, as many sons as possible really. My parents had eight daughters before I was born, and finally, their ninth child, was a son. My parents thought that he was a sign and had me as soon as possible… except… well… I’m a girl. From the moment I was born my father hated me, cursed me. Even my sisters didn’t like me much, which I didn’t understand. My brother was being spoiled and treated like a prince while we were treated almost as worse as the swine my father sold. By the time I was nine, all my sisters were married off and all had daughters of their own, and were getting more. My father wanted to send my brother to a school, so he could bring more power to the family, but as a farmer he couldn’t afford to send my brother there. Had he married me to some stranger he would have had the funds, but my sisters had only had daughters and slowly my family was seen as cursed to only have women. So besides selling me in marriage, he sold me as a slave. I’ve been paraded through hundreds of cities, working for this master and that for a slice of bread and dirty water for six years. Had my father known how much I sold for when I grew into my skin, he’d have kept me longer for sure. I think my mother was the only one who missed me… She was wiping at her eyes when I was taken away, though the day had been dry and windy, so maybe she just got some sand in her eyes. I don’t really care now. I just hope my family learns about my gifts. I hope they learn and regret ever spurning me. Gods, I might even go back to my village and show them what I can do.”

Shadow Masters said:

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Schatten Waechter said:

And This is Saffarella, another main character. This part takes place a few weeks after the fourth chapter.


Her heart skipped a beat.

He was summoning her and she didn’t know why.

She’d made sure to do what was expected of her, she hadn’t spoken out of hand, hadn’t shown any weakness. Unless… No. He wouldn’t have spied on her then, and even if he had, no one else was there. She always made sure to be alone when she bathed, even the maids were sent out before she disrobed. He’d warned her of what would happen should others see her skin.

Her shoes echoed in the stone halls as she made her way to the throne room. On the outside she was perfect, fair golden hair, skin soft and beautiful as silk, eyes cold and grey as ice and a dress the color of the sky and clouds. Her face showed none of the emotions or thoughts that were screaming in her mind, just as he’d taught her. It wouldn’t do if people saw her being weak, it just wouldn’t do.

Two knights bowed to her as they opened the great oak doors, revealing a vast empty throne room with marble pillars and a sky blue carpet leading all the way to the throne which sat on top of a few rows of steps. On top of the throne was the king.

He was at least a foot taller, if not two and had the same pale golden hair as herself, though his eyes were blue, one the color of the sky and the other the color of the ocean, the hues weren’t too different, but still noticeable.

She bowed before the throne. Though she was a lady, she’d never learned how to curtsy, though luckily that didn’t bother him. Yet.

“I told you to get rid of that thing” he glared down at her throat when she straightened.

“I threw it in the river. I woke up with it around my neck this morning. I can’t” she shouldn’t have said that.

“You can’t? You can’t!?” he jumped out of the throne.

“It belongs to me. I was the first born, by right the gods should have gifted me” he wrinkled his nose when he looked into her eyes, “and instead they chose you. A weak little girl who’d be nothing without me. Nothing!”

She wasn’t little, not compared to other noble women, though she dare not say that out loud.

“I have a task for you” he finally said, sitting back on his throne.

“Reports of two northerners travelling on horseback have arrived yesterday. A man and a girl. They were asking questions. Too many questions. I want you to find them, figure out who they are, and why they’ve passed the border. Report back here once you have the information.”

“Why?”

That earned her a slap.

If she could say one thing about the king without a doubt, it was that he was fast.

“Because I say so. Do you understand, Saffarella?”

“Yes broth- my lord” she didn’t correct herself in time and earned a second slap. Both her cheeks were red and raw now.

“I am your king and you will address me as such, Saffa” but he could call her anything he wanted. It was his right. He was the king and she was just his little sister. She was the reason his mother was dead. She was just a stupid little girl. She should have learned not to ask questions anymore. Obey, obey, obey. That’s all she had to do. She’d already disappointed him when the gods had chosen to gift her besides him, the one who deserved it. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t disappoint again.

Saffarella bowed deeply before turning around and leaving the throne room.

Schatten Waechter said:

The king will get what he deserves... some day.

I could give you a sneak peak of chapter five...