Elle and the Fairy
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
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Adult
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6
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1
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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.
The Stepmother
Ch. 5 The Stepmother
Lord Anderfield arrived the morning of his wedding due to his daughter rambunctious actions. Helen was in hysterics when he arrived. Meaning that she was yelling at anyone she would lay her hands on. If Lord Anerfield had missed his own wedding she would never live it down. And she just knew from Lord Anderfield’s descriptions that it was his crazed daughter’s fault.
Helen D’Vante, later Lady Helen D’Vante Anderfield, was a harsh beauty. In her day, she had been the most beautiful woman in the entire capital city of the kingdom, Fonderal. She had rubbed elbows with the most high, had hoped even to marry the prince, now King Jared. Unfortunately, for her she had been tricked into marriage by a lowly duke. He, however, had gotten his comeuppance when he met with a large bear who tore him to pieces. Everyone who came up against Helen eventually paid their dues.
Helen’s style of living was high, and she had bred the same preferences into her two daughters, Jessica and Beatrice. Without her husband to provide her with constant income, Helen had found the next man. She chose Lord Anderfield for the double reasons of his title and his business. Lord Anderfield was gone, a lot. This would give Helen free run of the finances, the house, and his brat child any way she saw fit.
And this was not the way Helen ran her house. When she wanted her husband he was there doing his duty to a tee right along with everyone else.
This just could not be tolerated. She should have been committed or slapped out of it long ago. So, the wide and wilded eyed but obviously not insane girl that appeared before her after having been dragged out of the carriage would need to be brought under heel. Who knew may be she would come in handy after she was completely broken? In any fashion though there was no way that she was treating this little rat like one of her blessed daughters.
“Dear, thank goddess you’re here. I thought we would have to start without you.” Helen laughed politely behind her hand while Lord Anderfield crinkled his face at her completely ignoring his wrinkled daughter.
“Don’t worry, dear,” she whispered to Lord Anderfield. “I can deal with it.”
“She’s just so …” Lord Anderfield growled in his throat. He couldn’t even say what she was. She just wasn’t right. There was something about her that just screamed that she was different.
“I know.”
What kind of child could survive on their own in the woods for six years?
What was this?
A demon child?
But Helen was certain in her absolute power. If she could direct her life to be one of the best known aristocrats in the kingdom of Hinterland than she could deal with one small child. The little chit just needed to know who was boss.
With a fierce look at the child, she put an arm around her soon to be husband and took him inside for some human hospitality.
She just hoped that the girl would keep out of the way during the wedding.
The wedding was beautiful and white. The two stepsisters looked so adorable in there pink gowns.
Everyone said so.
And the bride looked stunning and slim next to her slightly over weight husband; her blond locks flowing down her back in an unladylike fashion but no one could deny that Helen was a model of womanhood.
The ceremony brought tears to many an eye.
The party had excellent food.
And the service couldn’t have been better.
El was completely petrified by the number of people at her new house. There hadn’t been this many people even in her village. How was she supposed to cope with all these people when she could barely keep herself from running all the way back to the deep forest? She wanted no more than to sit in a tree again and listen to the birds chirp their morning song. But all that invaded her ears here were the harsh tongues of man and the high laughter of two chubby little girls only made fatter by the large ribbons attempting to cover their tummies.
El said nothing, made no noise; she absorbed everything, learning all she could through her shock. She just kept telling herself that she was strong. She had the knowledge of the owl and the wolf and the bears even the snail. She could learn and survive this new world. She just had to learn the rules.
She had a feeling she would need to learn quickly in this strange new forest of buildings and men.
Lord Anderfield arrived the morning of his wedding due to his daughter rambunctious actions. Helen was in hysterics when he arrived. Meaning that she was yelling at anyone she would lay her hands on. If Lord Anerfield had missed his own wedding she would never live it down. And she just knew from Lord Anderfield’s descriptions that it was his crazed daughter’s fault.
Helen D’Vante, later Lady Helen D’Vante Anderfield, was a harsh beauty. In her day, she had been the most beautiful woman in the entire capital city of the kingdom, Fonderal. She had rubbed elbows with the most high, had hoped even to marry the prince, now King Jared. Unfortunately, for her she had been tricked into marriage by a lowly duke. He, however, had gotten his comeuppance when he met with a large bear who tore him to pieces. Everyone who came up against Helen eventually paid their dues.
Helen’s style of living was high, and she had bred the same preferences into her two daughters, Jessica and Beatrice. Without her husband to provide her with constant income, Helen had found the next man. She chose Lord Anderfield for the double reasons of his title and his business. Lord Anderfield was gone, a lot. This would give Helen free run of the finances, the house, and his brat child any way she saw fit.
And this was not the way Helen ran her house. When she wanted her husband he was there doing his duty to a tee right along with everyone else.
This just could not be tolerated. She should have been committed or slapped out of it long ago. So, the wide and wilded eyed but obviously not insane girl that appeared before her after having been dragged out of the carriage would need to be brought under heel. Who knew may be she would come in handy after she was completely broken? In any fashion though there was no way that she was treating this little rat like one of her blessed daughters.
“Dear, thank goddess you’re here. I thought we would have to start without you.” Helen laughed politely behind her hand while Lord Anderfield crinkled his face at her completely ignoring his wrinkled daughter.
“Don’t worry, dear,” she whispered to Lord Anderfield. “I can deal with it.”
“She’s just so …” Lord Anderfield growled in his throat. He couldn’t even say what she was. She just wasn’t right. There was something about her that just screamed that she was different.
“I know.”
What kind of child could survive on their own in the woods for six years?
What was this?
A demon child?
But Helen was certain in her absolute power. If she could direct her life to be one of the best known aristocrats in the kingdom of Hinterland than she could deal with one small child. The little chit just needed to know who was boss.
With a fierce look at the child, she put an arm around her soon to be husband and took him inside for some human hospitality.
She just hoped that the girl would keep out of the way during the wedding.
The wedding was beautiful and white. The two stepsisters looked so adorable in there pink gowns.
Everyone said so.
And the bride looked stunning and slim next to her slightly over weight husband; her blond locks flowing down her back in an unladylike fashion but no one could deny that Helen was a model of womanhood.
The ceremony brought tears to many an eye.
The party had excellent food.
And the service couldn’t have been better.
El was completely petrified by the number of people at her new house. There hadn’t been this many people even in her village. How was she supposed to cope with all these people when she could barely keep herself from running all the way back to the deep forest? She wanted no more than to sit in a tree again and listen to the birds chirp their morning song. But all that invaded her ears here were the harsh tongues of man and the high laughter of two chubby little girls only made fatter by the large ribbons attempting to cover their tummies.
El said nothing, made no noise; she absorbed everything, learning all she could through her shock. She just kept telling herself that she was strong. She had the knowledge of the owl and the wolf and the bears even the snail. She could learn and survive this new world. She just had to learn the rules.
She had a feeling she would need to learn quickly in this strange new forest of buildings and men.