Empress' Harem III: Averi
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,107
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 2
sort of a short chapter, and sort of a broken one. it will get better i promise. this is the one section of the story i didnt have planned out, so it's taking a little while longer. thank you all for your patience with me, right now i have quite a bit coming up, such as a ushering at a local playfest, a going to see a musical, a masquerade, and a major project. the same problem holds for my other stories, the mass uploads came from what i wrote over christmas, however, what i wrote for almost all of the stories is not what is happening immeadiately, but in a few chapters. so things are moving slowly. thanks again.
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Mabetu hadn’t missed the Empress’ wandering gaze, and a look of horror dawned on his face when he realized what she wanted. Mabetu had seven wives, and from them eight strong, healthy boys and nine beautiful daughters.
Within the tribe, girls were not worth very much; they only served to bring in money for their father’s house by being sold into marriage. But Mabetu loved his daughters, Averi especially. She had been his pride and joy as a child, and now that she was entering marrying age, he had held off her suitors to keep her home with him.
He looked up at Kateri. He loved his daughter dearly, but if Kateri demanded it of him, he could not refuse.
Kateri leaned back with a smirk. She was going to get what she wanted. That really all that mattered. She glanced again at the flap where the girl had disappeared for a moment. Mabetu looked across the table with bitter eyes, and signaled for a servant to come forward.
Kateri rose and followed the servant out. She looked out across the crowds again, this time with triumph and satisfaction. The tent she was led to was the same gray as the others, save for the large blue and black emblems sewn into the front and sides.
She entered the tent and took in the small space. The floor, as with all the other floors in the tent city, was well packed dirt. The walls of the tent were made of especially heavy material; the storms got rather bad in the rainy season, and the winters were harsh.
Kateri took off her cloak and draped it across the back of on of the wooden chairs situated in the middle of the floor along with a small table, stocked with parchment, quills, and ink. She kicked off her boots and set them by the front opening.
There wasn’t much else in the tent. A pallet straw covered with cloth lay in the corner, a thick quilt over it. There were openings the walls that led to different areas in the tent. One led to a small room with a fire pit; the other led to a sparsely decorated room meant to house visitors.
The servant had remained at the front while Kateri had investigated her quarters. She nodded to him once upon returning to the main room, and he turned and left silently. Kateri looked around again. It was going to be a long week.
“My daughter,” Mabetu called out to Averi. She was kneeling with the rest of her sisters in front of a set of looms. The girls’ laughter died when they heard their father’s solemn voice. He motioned to Averi, and she rose quietly and followed him into a separate room.
“Child, I am so sorry.” Mabetu looked away for a moment, unable to say what he knew he must. How do you tell your child you have sold her for the protection of your people?
“Father? What’s wrong? What is going on?”
“Averi, my dear, I truly am sorry. You know I love you deeply, more than any of your sisters. I would not lose you for the world.”
Averi’s heart stopped, what did he mean, lose her?
“The Empress has made her demands in payment for the protection and freedom of our people. What she asks, I cannot deny. She would kill us all, and cannot stand by and let my people suffer.” He took a deep breath. Then another. There was no easy way to say this, and Mabetu had never been a subtle man. “She has asked but one thing of me, and that is you.”
Averi stared up at her father in shock. It made no sense.
“You are to leave with her at the end of the week, when he evaluation of our lands is complete. I am so sorry, my love, but I have no choice.”
Averi turned and flew back to the room to her sisters. She cried in the lap of her eldest sister, Marai. An hour later, she had managed to choke out the whole story. Marai looked at her sisters and decided to talk to them later. Averi could not be taken to a foreign land alone. Something had to be done.
KaS
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Mabetu hadn’t missed the Empress’ wandering gaze, and a look of horror dawned on his face when he realized what she wanted. Mabetu had seven wives, and from them eight strong, healthy boys and nine beautiful daughters.
Within the tribe, girls were not worth very much; they only served to bring in money for their father’s house by being sold into marriage. But Mabetu loved his daughters, Averi especially. She had been his pride and joy as a child, and now that she was entering marrying age, he had held off her suitors to keep her home with him.
He looked up at Kateri. He loved his daughter dearly, but if Kateri demanded it of him, he could not refuse.
Kateri leaned back with a smirk. She was going to get what she wanted. That really all that mattered. She glanced again at the flap where the girl had disappeared for a moment. Mabetu looked across the table with bitter eyes, and signaled for a servant to come forward.
Kateri rose and followed the servant out. She looked out across the crowds again, this time with triumph and satisfaction. The tent she was led to was the same gray as the others, save for the large blue and black emblems sewn into the front and sides.
She entered the tent and took in the small space. The floor, as with all the other floors in the tent city, was well packed dirt. The walls of the tent were made of especially heavy material; the storms got rather bad in the rainy season, and the winters were harsh.
Kateri took off her cloak and draped it across the back of on of the wooden chairs situated in the middle of the floor along with a small table, stocked with parchment, quills, and ink. She kicked off her boots and set them by the front opening.
There wasn’t much else in the tent. A pallet straw covered with cloth lay in the corner, a thick quilt over it. There were openings the walls that led to different areas in the tent. One led to a small room with a fire pit; the other led to a sparsely decorated room meant to house visitors.
The servant had remained at the front while Kateri had investigated her quarters. She nodded to him once upon returning to the main room, and he turned and left silently. Kateri looked around again. It was going to be a long week.
“My daughter,” Mabetu called out to Averi. She was kneeling with the rest of her sisters in front of a set of looms. The girls’ laughter died when they heard their father’s solemn voice. He motioned to Averi, and she rose quietly and followed him into a separate room.
“Child, I am so sorry.” Mabetu looked away for a moment, unable to say what he knew he must. How do you tell your child you have sold her for the protection of your people?
“Father? What’s wrong? What is going on?”
“Averi, my dear, I truly am sorry. You know I love you deeply, more than any of your sisters. I would not lose you for the world.”
Averi’s heart stopped, what did he mean, lose her?
“The Empress has made her demands in payment for the protection and freedom of our people. What she asks, I cannot deny. She would kill us all, and cannot stand by and let my people suffer.” He took a deep breath. Then another. There was no easy way to say this, and Mabetu had never been a subtle man. “She has asked but one thing of me, and that is you.”
Averi stared up at her father in shock. It made no sense.
“You are to leave with her at the end of the week, when he evaluation of our lands is complete. I am so sorry, my love, but I have no choice.”
Averi turned and flew back to the room to her sisters. She cried in the lap of her eldest sister, Marai. An hour later, she had managed to choke out the whole story. Marai looked at her sisters and decided to talk to them later. Averi could not be taken to a foreign land alone. Something had to be done.
KaS