The King's Concubine
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
8,078
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The King's Concubine
The King’s Concubine
These characters are entirely mine. They are characters from another story I am working on that is much less… exotic. It is actually the prequel to several other stories, one of which is puslished on AFF, Malice Maze. You do not have to read one story to understand the other. This is a short fic, just to put something out there for someone to read, and for me to work on my abilities. Please be kind when reviewing, but be honest. Saying things like “Horrible,” do not give the author of the story any real feedback. Telling an author s/he needs to work on a specific style, or a certain aspect, is better feedback for a budding author. Thank you for treating me, and every other author, with respect on this board.
Chapter 1
Orphen’s fist broke the table on impact. The wood cracked, first down the middle then striking out from there, scores of cracks etching the surface. In one breath the wood slipped away from itself into hundreds of pieces, spilling the levels of books and goblets of wine onto the floor in one large mess. Every elf around the table rushed to the edge of the deep dungeon, used only for secret meetings. They looked up to the king of the surrounding areas with fear on their beautifully carved faces. Orphen barely noticed them, his black hair falling before his eyes, his equally black eyes dull in the blackness. For a few moments there seemed to be no life in the Elf King. There was only a body that claimed form of a lord that could destroy a thick oak table with one hand.
No one dared speak. The war was the farthest thing from the minds of those who had brought the king ill omens. The vision of the dragon flying high into the sky, and then falling, suddenly still with death, from the sky onto the village was just that… a vision. Why had they disturbed the lord with such an ill omen?
Because it was not just a vision. When Lena had a vision, her visions meant something dark and foreboding. The complete annihilation of the dragon race had been a fear for nearly ten years, and now, with only a few left in hiding, it was becoming a harsh reality. Lena, the visionary of darkness, was hated by Orphen and his kind, even though she offered nothing but kindness to him and his people. He hated her for her virtue, for the way she was often right, he hated her for her beauty, and worst of all, he hated her for the daughter that she had bore nearly eighteen years ago. Serena Terra: The Moon’s Earth.
Orphen stood up straight, his backbone and iron rod when looking out at the crowd around him. He was fighting the rage that beat at his chest, his head, and into the plummeted region of his stomach. He fought against this high hatred he felt for the Terra bloodline.
“My Lord,” a soft voice called from the top of the dungeon stairs. Even from that height, even in the soft whispers she gave off, ever elf in the dungeon heard her words and looked back to the king in fear.
“What?” the king growled, venom dripping quite literally from his lips.
Serena’s voice was shaky when she spoke, “The King of Heart’s is here to see you…” she trailed off quietly. Daughter of a visionary or not, even the girl was smart enough to know fear.
“I am busy at the moment,” the king snarled up the stairs, stepping away from the ruined books and the wine that trickled like blood around his feet and across his pant legs. “Tell that damned king that he can look elsewhere for what he is searching for. He will not find it here!”
Without another word the girl exited the dungeon, never seen; only heard, as she had been taught to do many times. She blinked back bitter words and went to find the King of Heart’s, a vampire who had been looking to the king for supple women for years, as his own kingdom had seemed to have been drained of healthy mortal women. It would seem the king was not keeping such a good eye on his people, for someone within his kingdom was draining women so close to death that they were worth little to the vampire race.
The king turned back abruptly to the panel surrounding him, the man elves looking to him with awe and horror. The king seemed little interested now. “Tell that visionary slut to keep her lips sealed,” he spat at the men around him. “Men know how to take care of a war, while the women should be at home…” he finished his sentence with very chauvinistic remarks that would have many any other woman mad. The one woman at the meeting that day ignored the king’s words as anger, even if they were more truth than anything else.
The many elves around him quickly excused themselves, nodding to the king while he was in a generous enough moods to allow them to escape. His vengeance and anger were often quick; tonight he seemed calm, for him. They would not look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes, and they left the dungeons with every part of them in tact.
The king, however, was not feeling generous like they had supposed. He was angry and disturbed by the news of this vision. He looked around the dungeon for something else to lash out at and found only books spoiled by wine. He grumbled to himself, knowing those books were irreplaceable, and so he started to clean up. Picking a book up he threw it against the wall of the dungeon with a strength that left a mark in the walls. He sneered, still not having released enough of his anger.
Orphen looked up the stairs and smiled a smile of complete malevolence. “Serena?”
I know this chapter ends abruptly, but I just want to get a feeler out there. Once I become more established, more chapters will be put up!!! Thanks for reading!!
These characters are entirely mine. They are characters from another story I am working on that is much less… exotic. It is actually the prequel to several other stories, one of which is puslished on AFF, Malice Maze. You do not have to read one story to understand the other. This is a short fic, just to put something out there for someone to read, and for me to work on my abilities. Please be kind when reviewing, but be honest. Saying things like “Horrible,” do not give the author of the story any real feedback. Telling an author s/he needs to work on a specific style, or a certain aspect, is better feedback for a budding author. Thank you for treating me, and every other author, with respect on this board.
Chapter 1
Orphen’s fist broke the table on impact. The wood cracked, first down the middle then striking out from there, scores of cracks etching the surface. In one breath the wood slipped away from itself into hundreds of pieces, spilling the levels of books and goblets of wine onto the floor in one large mess. Every elf around the table rushed to the edge of the deep dungeon, used only for secret meetings. They looked up to the king of the surrounding areas with fear on their beautifully carved faces. Orphen barely noticed them, his black hair falling before his eyes, his equally black eyes dull in the blackness. For a few moments there seemed to be no life in the Elf King. There was only a body that claimed form of a lord that could destroy a thick oak table with one hand.
No one dared speak. The war was the farthest thing from the minds of those who had brought the king ill omens. The vision of the dragon flying high into the sky, and then falling, suddenly still with death, from the sky onto the village was just that… a vision. Why had they disturbed the lord with such an ill omen?
Because it was not just a vision. When Lena had a vision, her visions meant something dark and foreboding. The complete annihilation of the dragon race had been a fear for nearly ten years, and now, with only a few left in hiding, it was becoming a harsh reality. Lena, the visionary of darkness, was hated by Orphen and his kind, even though she offered nothing but kindness to him and his people. He hated her for her virtue, for the way she was often right, he hated her for her beauty, and worst of all, he hated her for the daughter that she had bore nearly eighteen years ago. Serena Terra: The Moon’s Earth.
Orphen stood up straight, his backbone and iron rod when looking out at the crowd around him. He was fighting the rage that beat at his chest, his head, and into the plummeted region of his stomach. He fought against this high hatred he felt for the Terra bloodline.
“My Lord,” a soft voice called from the top of the dungeon stairs. Even from that height, even in the soft whispers she gave off, ever elf in the dungeon heard her words and looked back to the king in fear.
“What?” the king growled, venom dripping quite literally from his lips.
Serena’s voice was shaky when she spoke, “The King of Heart’s is here to see you…” she trailed off quietly. Daughter of a visionary or not, even the girl was smart enough to know fear.
“I am busy at the moment,” the king snarled up the stairs, stepping away from the ruined books and the wine that trickled like blood around his feet and across his pant legs. “Tell that damned king that he can look elsewhere for what he is searching for. He will not find it here!”
Without another word the girl exited the dungeon, never seen; only heard, as she had been taught to do many times. She blinked back bitter words and went to find the King of Heart’s, a vampire who had been looking to the king for supple women for years, as his own kingdom had seemed to have been drained of healthy mortal women. It would seem the king was not keeping such a good eye on his people, for someone within his kingdom was draining women so close to death that they were worth little to the vampire race.
The king turned back abruptly to the panel surrounding him, the man elves looking to him with awe and horror. The king seemed little interested now. “Tell that visionary slut to keep her lips sealed,” he spat at the men around him. “Men know how to take care of a war, while the women should be at home…” he finished his sentence with very chauvinistic remarks that would have many any other woman mad. The one woman at the meeting that day ignored the king’s words as anger, even if they were more truth than anything else.
The many elves around him quickly excused themselves, nodding to the king while he was in a generous enough moods to allow them to escape. His vengeance and anger were often quick; tonight he seemed calm, for him. They would not look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes, and they left the dungeons with every part of them in tact.
The king, however, was not feeling generous like they had supposed. He was angry and disturbed by the news of this vision. He looked around the dungeon for something else to lash out at and found only books spoiled by wine. He grumbled to himself, knowing those books were irreplaceable, and so he started to clean up. Picking a book up he threw it against the wall of the dungeon with a strength that left a mark in the walls. He sneered, still not having released enough of his anger.
Orphen looked up the stairs and smiled a smile of complete malevolence. “Serena?”
I know this chapter ends abruptly, but I just want to get a feeler out there. Once I become more established, more chapters will be put up!!! Thanks for reading!!