Everin

Irador sighs as the tailor measures his new coat for the fifth time. Finishing touches are being applied to his new garments for the presentation. More like flamboyant embellishments, he grimaces. The sewing staff has gone wild with the extra time. As of now, gold thread is being woven in as a trim for his overcoat and on the sleeves of his shirt. Irador sighs again, then looks up as the door opens. His brother, Sigor,eckeecked in gold and red as well, saunters in, “They’re pulling out all their tricks for this one, eh?”. “I believe so, I could swear this is the third time they’ve wanted to ’add a bit of flare’ to my coat.”, Irador gives a sideways glance to the troop of tailors and seamstresses who pause a moment, then work with renewed vigor. Sigor smiles and looks his brother up and down, “You should see mother’s gown, I think they needn’t bother lighting candles with it around. Also Ovelia should be shining, but only a bit dimmer. Can‘t have the princess outdoing the queen.”. “So they managed to nail her down long enough? I’m amazed.“, Irador asks an edge of annoyance in his voice. “Most of the nobility thinks her a bit eccentric. I swear, our sister is going to drag our family name into the mud, and possibly all of us along with it.“, Sigor crosses his arms and lets out a huff. Irador grimaces, “I, for one, refuse to be dragged down with her, but mother and father refuse to accept responsibility. They don’t want to deal with the implied politics of disciplining the princess. There will have to an incident before they can do anything. I dare say she‘s the most unconventional princess yet. She‘s run off what, three, four suitors?“. Sigor smiles softly, “Have you seen father’s coat?“. Irador chuckles, “I’m sure father is having a gay old time as well?”. Sigor laughs, “It took the head tailor an hour to talk him into a fitting.”, Sigor’s face darkens and he fidgets a bit, “I’m not sure that peacetimes suit him. Father grew up with the war, he’s a general king.”. Irador looks down, “I know, there will always be times of war and times of peace. Where he is a king of war, I shall be a king of peace.”. Something flashes across Sigor’s face, Irador isn’t sure what it is but writes it off as anxiety. His brother was always anxious, but they had always been side by side, even in danger. He could trust his brother with his life.

Sigor gives his brother a hearty clap to the back and changes back into his regular clothes. He walks down the corridor fuming. How dare he, smug bastard, “and I shall be a king of peace!”, what rubbish. Sigor throws open the door to his room. The girl in his bed covers herself swiftly with the silk sheet, “Your Highness?”. Sigor’s gaze falls upon her, a smile crosses his lips as he looks at the courtesan in his bed. Sigor goes over to the full length mirror in the corner. Standing before the glass he looks rather dashing in his finery, fair auburn hair falling softly about his temples. His features refined and graceful, at court he is reckoned one of the beauties, an accomplished seducer. He takes off his coat and unbuttons the shirt beneath. He throws the expensive finery across the bed. He finishes undressing and stands naked before the mirror. His body is well toned from training, the muscles toned and defined, his father’s primary concern had always been military affairs. However, mother had been adamant in their education of literature, language, etiquette, math, science, and history other than warfare. Father’s lack of social training had been a hindrance on many an occasion. As the younger brother, he had been trained diplomatically. “..I want to be king“, Sigor shakes his head and looks into the mirror, he looks at the lean muscles in his legs and chest. No, I will not resent my brother. Fate did this to me, I WILL accept it. “Accept it?”, a voice behind him hisses. The girl lies in the sheets, her eyes now completely white. “What is this?”, Sigor asks backing up against the wall. The girl slides from the bed like a serpent, “I am a party that wishes to help you become king.”. She moves with an unnerving grace as she comes to stand a few step from him. Sigor gathers his courage and steps toward the girl, “I will not betray my brother.”. The girl places a hand upon his chest, “But what about when he is your king and you take orders from him?”. “I will obey him as I obey my father.”, Sigor draws himself up and takes the girl’s hand from his chest flinging her a Sh She falls to the floor, the hissing voice begins to laugh, “Oh really? We shall see about your convictions.”. The girl stands, now her eyes are completely green. She turns her shining emerald eyes upim, im, “I know your habits.”. Sigor looks at her impassively. “Oh, dear prince, trying to be stoic are we?”, she laughs mockingly, “and when did your tastes become so perverted? What did happen to make you so twisted?”. Sigor clenches his fist trying to hold back his anger, to keep control of the situation….if he ever had it. She smiles, leering at his nude form, “Tell me, did they ever find her body?“. Sigor grabs the girl by her blonde hair and drags her across tloorloor to the shelf on his wall, she doesn’t fight, she just laughs as he pulls her along. Clumps of hair fall from his fist as he drops her to the floor once more. He pushes the shelf aside and takes up her hair in his fist again and drags the still laughing girl down the stairs and into a dark room, lit only by a grate near the ceiling. Manacles lie about on the damp floor, the smell of old blood reaches his nose. He chains the girl’s arms and hangs her from the hook in the ceiling in the center of the room. The girl continues to laugh insanely. Sigor grabs her chin roughly and shaker, “r, “Shut up!”. The green fades from her eyes as he holds her face. He lets her head drop. Sigor lifts her chin again, slowly she opens her eyes, “My ?”. ?”. Her lip quivers a bit as she looks around. Sigor drops her chin and steps back. “My lord, where am I?”, the girl shivers a bit in the damp from cold and new fear. Sigor looks at her questioningly, “Do you remember nothing?”. She shakes her head, then she looks about the room once again, a sheen of sweat forms on her naked skin. Rusting chains, braided whips, and other devices lie about the room. Sigor smiles wickedly, “Well, since you’re down here and I have you chained already. I assume you told no one you were off to seduce the heir‘s younger brother.”. Sigor presses himself against her and pulls the chain from the hook, the girl falls against him as he lets the chain fall to the floor. “Will you undo this chain, my lord?”, her voice quivers a bit. Sigor smiles, he pulls her to him and kisses her roughly. The girl cries out as he bites into her soft lower lip. She steps back stumbling over the chain, her eyes wide. Sigor licks the blood from his lips, then grabs her. He pulls her close again and licks the blood from her wound. Taking the chain he pulls her to the wall. “You see, after a prostitute that was given to me on a diplomatic mission, I developed a interest in some very unique styles of lovemaking. That woman was very skilled. I enjoyed myself as I have never before. The only problem was I enjoyed myself a bit too much. She traded in exotic pleasure and pain. I‘ll never forget her face, I remember her eyes the most. I remember how they lost focus, how they were red with the blood dripping into them , how they clouded as she died.”, Sigor closes the lock on the chain securing her restraints to the wall, “I killed her, she was the first person I ever killed. It would have been a terrible scandal. I panicked. I poisoned the entourage with me. The innkeeper was hung, of coarse. I fingered one of the guards as that girl‘s killer. I even put her hair on one of his shirts to make sure he wouldn’t be able to escape execution. Now, I’ve killed….three?….or is it five now? I will be back tonight, you won‘t be escaping. Whether you controlled it or not, I want to know who this benefactor is. We will have some fun.”. The girl begins to cry, the chain rattles as she huddles into a ball against the wall. “Don’t worry, by the time I am finished, you will come back and see me again, even after I unchain you. I have ways to addict you.”. He runs a hand through her hair, bloody from her bleeding scalp, “you will be addicted in mind.“ He runs a hand down her face and chest, twisting a breast painfully, “body.“. He squats in front of her. He pulls her to him with the chain. She screams as he bites into the breast he had just bruised. She crosses her arms over her bleeding chest as he stands. Her blood is on his teeth and runs down his chin, “and soul.“ With that Sigor walks up the steps and returns to his room, he shute boe bookcase carefully. He dresses, careful to wipe the blood from his chin, then proceeds to dinner.

Ovelia waits patiently as the maid laces her dress up. She glances over into the mirror, her golden hair styled higs iss is popular at court now, her full lips and large eyes that allow her to get her way, are all reflected back to her. Her breasts are lifted to their limits in the tight corset. Finally dressed, she dismisses the maid and sits at her vanity. She paints her face carefully, then takes a moment to admire her work. A knock sounds at the door to her chamber. “Come.”, Ovelia calls regally. Sigor steps into the room, “Mother sent me to fetch you for dinner.”. Ovelia looks at him questioningly, “Why did she not send a servant?”. Sigor looks at her a moment, “Because I asked to come fetch you.”. Ovelia studies him a moment with a passive expression and then rises slowly from her seat. She walks slowly over to Sigor, “I see.”. She runs a hand along Sigor’s chest, “How very thoughtful of you.”. “I have nothing but your welfare at heart.”, Sigor reaches a hand to caress her face. Ovelia moves her head slightly to avoid his hand, “How very thoughtful of you, brother.”. Ovelia steps around him and leaves the room. Sigor looks around the room, then breathes deeply. His sister‘s smell fills the room, he feels the familiar rush of heat at her scent. Sigor closes the door behind him as he follows her out.