Surrender to Truth
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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1
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2,075
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Surrender to Truth
This is the reworking of my old story "Who We Really Are". I think this version will be a lot better!
Please drop me a review if you have a moment, I would like to know how I am doing!
Brede was bored.
New Iris was the social center of the human world, but unfortunately, as the princess of all humans, she had stay locked up in her room.
Stupid overprotective fathers.
Brede was suppose to be living the high life, partying, socializing. But, no, the humans were at war, again, with the anthros and that meant Brede must stay in the palace at all times.
The royal family had relocated to New Iris six months before and Brede had not been let out of the royal living quarters since... she hadn't even been allowed to sit with her father and step-mother for dinner or to sit in on her father talking business with his generals. She had only been able to see the sun from her bedroom window... a big change since before moving to New Iris the family had lived in country and she went on long walks in surrounding meadows and forest everyday.
Brede had thought living in New Iris would be fun but, no. She could read (if she hadn't read everything in damned library already), cross stitch (oh, joy unspeakable), paint china dishes (be still her heart) or sit with the old ladies and have them fawn over her and how she is going to marry Prince Full of himself err... Prince Michel in just six months. If she had to listen to those old crones go on about child bearing again, she was going to throw herself from the palace roof.
Noise in the Great Hall caught her attention and she snuck through the halls to get a peek at what was happening inside.
Her father, King Warren, was annoyed. That vein in his left temple was pulsing, a sure sign he was about to blow.
Brede turned her gaze to the reason he was annoyed.
Shaman Oris. He was at least 200-years-old, he had more wrinkles then she thought possible. He was always going on and on about how the humans must connect with their anthro brethren before it was too late.
And he was going at it again.
Her father stood and yelled at the old man so loudly she couldn't understand what he had said.
The old shaman went silent and then turned at look directly at Brede, causing her to gasp.
'I can't convince him... maybe you can, little one,' the old mans voice echoed through her mind.
Her father noticed the old shaman was looking away and moved from his throne to see what had distracted the ancient annoyance. When the king saw his daughters face peeking around a tapestry, he began to yell at his guard to remove the old man from the palace.
Brede ran from her hiding place and back into her room, closing the doors with a slam and running into her bed chambers, her grey eyes wide with fright... she hadn't seen her father that angry in a long time.
It didn't take long for the sounds of pounding footsteps to reach her ears. With a bang her chamber doors opened and her father stood, glaring at her.
"My study, now," he said in a too calm voice.
Meekly following her father, Brede had to run to keep up with his long strides, her tiny figure making it hard to walk so fast.
Entering his large round study, the king paced and drummed his fingers on his hips.
"I have told you so many times, stay in the living quarters!" he yelled, catching Brede off-guard and causing her to jump. "To keep you safe, you must stay where I tell you!"
"I am sorry, I didn't know anyone would see me! I just needed to get away from my quarters! I hate being a prisoner here," she replied, giving her father a pleading look to understand.
"Always so selfish... we are not keeping you prisoner, daughter," came the smooth, silky voice of Queen Carissa.
"I am not being selfish, step-mother, I simply would like to do something besides sit in my rooms all day," Brede grounded out, turning away from her step-mother and back to her father.
"See, Warren, it is as I've told you, she is blatantly disrespectful of me," the blonde simpered to her husband.
"I only give respect where it is due and you have yet to earn it," Brede interjected, coldly.
"That is enough, Brede, Carissa is your mother and is to be treated as such!" her father commanded, starring at his daughter, their identical grey eyes warring.
"That woman is not my mother, she is the harlot you married after my mother died! I will never treat her the same, so you may as well get over that misconception now!" Brede screamed, her eyes filling with tears, as she stared back at her father.
Her obnoxious step-mother gave a small gasp at Brede's declaration and wrapped her hands around her husbands bicep, putting a look of shock onto her over-painted face.
"You will apologize to Carissa for your words or you will be grounded to your rooms until further notice," King Warren told his daughter, his voice menacing.
"Go to my room... that will be a change," Brede muttered sarcastically. "I will never apologize for the truth."
With her statement, Brede turned and left the room without waiting for her father to dismiss her.
Stepping back into her bed chambers, she picked up a vase and threw it across the room with a scream, knowing at that moment her witch of a step-mother was poisoning her father against her.
Taking a deep breath, Brede calmed herself down and she decided that this was finally enough.
And so she began to plan her escape.
Please drop me a review if you have a moment, I would like to know how I am doing!
Brede was bored.
New Iris was the social center of the human world, but unfortunately, as the princess of all humans, she had stay locked up in her room.
Stupid overprotective fathers.
Brede was suppose to be living the high life, partying, socializing. But, no, the humans were at war, again, with the anthros and that meant Brede must stay in the palace at all times.
The royal family had relocated to New Iris six months before and Brede had not been let out of the royal living quarters since... she hadn't even been allowed to sit with her father and step-mother for dinner or to sit in on her father talking business with his generals. She had only been able to see the sun from her bedroom window... a big change since before moving to New Iris the family had lived in country and she went on long walks in surrounding meadows and forest everyday.
Brede had thought living in New Iris would be fun but, no. She could read (if she hadn't read everything in damned library already), cross stitch (oh, joy unspeakable), paint china dishes (be still her heart) or sit with the old ladies and have them fawn over her and how she is going to marry Prince Full of himself err... Prince Michel in just six months. If she had to listen to those old crones go on about child bearing again, she was going to throw herself from the palace roof.
Noise in the Great Hall caught her attention and she snuck through the halls to get a peek at what was happening inside.
Her father, King Warren, was annoyed. That vein in his left temple was pulsing, a sure sign he was about to blow.
Brede turned her gaze to the reason he was annoyed.
Shaman Oris. He was at least 200-years-old, he had more wrinkles then she thought possible. He was always going on and on about how the humans must connect with their anthro brethren before it was too late.
And he was going at it again.
Her father stood and yelled at the old man so loudly she couldn't understand what he had said.
The old shaman went silent and then turned at look directly at Brede, causing her to gasp.
'I can't convince him... maybe you can, little one,' the old mans voice echoed through her mind.
Her father noticed the old shaman was looking away and moved from his throne to see what had distracted the ancient annoyance. When the king saw his daughters face peeking around a tapestry, he began to yell at his guard to remove the old man from the palace.
Brede ran from her hiding place and back into her room, closing the doors with a slam and running into her bed chambers, her grey eyes wide with fright... she hadn't seen her father that angry in a long time.
It didn't take long for the sounds of pounding footsteps to reach her ears. With a bang her chamber doors opened and her father stood, glaring at her.
"My study, now," he said in a too calm voice.
Meekly following her father, Brede had to run to keep up with his long strides, her tiny figure making it hard to walk so fast.
Entering his large round study, the king paced and drummed his fingers on his hips.
"I have told you so many times, stay in the living quarters!" he yelled, catching Brede off-guard and causing her to jump. "To keep you safe, you must stay where I tell you!"
"I am sorry, I didn't know anyone would see me! I just needed to get away from my quarters! I hate being a prisoner here," she replied, giving her father a pleading look to understand.
"Always so selfish... we are not keeping you prisoner, daughter," came the smooth, silky voice of Queen Carissa.
"I am not being selfish, step-mother, I simply would like to do something besides sit in my rooms all day," Brede grounded out, turning away from her step-mother and back to her father.
"See, Warren, it is as I've told you, she is blatantly disrespectful of me," the blonde simpered to her husband.
"I only give respect where it is due and you have yet to earn it," Brede interjected, coldly.
"That is enough, Brede, Carissa is your mother and is to be treated as such!" her father commanded, starring at his daughter, their identical grey eyes warring.
"That woman is not my mother, she is the harlot you married after my mother died! I will never treat her the same, so you may as well get over that misconception now!" Brede screamed, her eyes filling with tears, as she stared back at her father.
Her obnoxious step-mother gave a small gasp at Brede's declaration and wrapped her hands around her husbands bicep, putting a look of shock onto her over-painted face.
"You will apologize to Carissa for your words or you will be grounded to your rooms until further notice," King Warren told his daughter, his voice menacing.
"Go to my room... that will be a change," Brede muttered sarcastically. "I will never apologize for the truth."
With her statement, Brede turned and left the room without waiting for her father to dismiss her.
Stepping back into her bed chambers, she picked up a vase and threw it across the room with a scream, knowing at that moment her witch of a step-mother was poisoning her father against her.
Taking a deep breath, Brede calmed herself down and she decided that this was finally enough.
And so she began to plan her escape.