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Chapter 111: The Seamstress
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 112: Garden
“You must always have a connection to the earth.” My mother declares. She holds a blackberry cane in her hand. “The bramble provides protection, the berry sustenance, and when you are older, wine.” She giggles. My mother is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The sunlight follows her, as if Helios himself uses the golden rays to highlight her beauty. Her golden hair, looking like a crown of gold, regal and elegant. Even now, on her knees in the garden, her face flecked with dirt and sweat, she is ethereal. A painting worthy of display. I hope to have even a drop of her beauty in me. “Planting is a sacred ceremony.” She says. “Yes, mama.” I squeak, my baby voice not yet gone. Before Dmitry was in my mother’s womb. Before my father was gone. Before. “Never take the creation of life for granted.” She says as she holds the crane in her hand. “We call to the Northern Spirit. To the Guardian of the soil and earth. Hear our call!”I giggle. Mama always has strange ways of sayin
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 113: Peppercorns
“What. Are. You. Doing?!” I whisper yell from behind the partition. “Are you trying to get me killed?!” My body shivers and I am unsure if it is from cold or rage. Potentially both. “Come on now, kitten. Don’t come at me with your claws.” Kai drawls. “I only want to play nice.” I peer around the partition, aware of my nakedness. “This isn’t a joke, Kai. I’m to be sealed in the temple to the Prince. If they scent you,” I pause, unwilling to finish the thought. “I will be lucky to be a nun.”“Tell me, do nuns pray on their knees?” He asks coyly. He laughs at his own entendre. “I wasn’t born yesterday.” He retorts. “I know how to mask my scent.”“When exactly were you born, gramps?” I tease. I inhale deeply. It isn’t so clearly detectable. I smell Monica’s scent lingering. Cleaning chemicals. Fabric. Dust. Wood. Peppercorns. The smallest hint of peppercorns. “Your mask isn’t impenetrable.” I say flatly. “Werewolves have superior senses.”“Superior?” He huffs out a laugh in disbelief. “
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 114: Library Tea
Only the wealthy have space for massive libraries. The books themselves are all independently expensive of course, but the real luxury is space. Space to devote solely to storing paper. Building furniture specially and specifically designed to hold books with no other utilitarian purpose. Temples never seem to have a limitation on space. The rooms used to house the priestesses are all modest and small. All other areas are massive. Massive hallways, cavernous sanctuary, and this impressive library. A system of ladders and walkways, quiet reading nooks, study tables with lamps, and where the queen takes her tea. My gown hugs my body perfectly. The dress a simple A line with three quarter length sleeves. The soft fabric is a rich berry purple with blue undertones. Small blackberries, gooseberries, and boysenberries are embroidered along the bottom hem of the dress. Small heels are on my feet. They feel alien to me, I am used to walking on flat feet and prefer to do so. My natural gait,
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 1: The Dream
"Three hundred years ago, the people of the lands were engaged in a Great War. There was famine and violence. The people suffered greatly as the noble houses of the realm fought for overall leadership.” The firelight danced in my father’s eyes as he began to weave his story. On Saturday nights we would BBQ and sit around the fire pit and tell stories. “The people of the realm struggled to feed their children as the fields of the realm burned with the bodies of fallen men. The alphas of each house had become corrupt and only cared about their own selfish needs. After centuries of the packs governing as a panel to fulfill the needs of the people, it had warped into padding the wealth of the alpha at the expense of all others. This of course led to a gridlock on the panel. Absolutely nothing could be agreed upon.” He leaned in closer to the fire and the flames danced in the center of us. “It became common place to kill alphas and their children and install new alphas in the hopes of ga
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 3 Osiris
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 4 The Menu
I scanned the menu. Most of the items were already in the pantry, but a few would require a trip to town. I had developed my skills as a cook over these last six years. It was part of my earning my keep. It was something I actually enjoyed. Taking the foods harvested from the garden and from the farm and turning them into delicious meals brought me so much joy. I reveled in creating new delights. These items must be the favorite of the crown prince and his family. Royal tastes are so pretentious. I much prefer a simple meal of bread and stew. These menus do allow me to practice my cooking skills so I appreciate them for that. “How late do you think we will be working tonight?” Groaned Maristela. Maristela was my best and only friend. She was an omega by birth and worked the kitchens along side me all these years. “Does work ever end?” I ask. “I heard the the Crown Prince was coming tonight. Alpha is hoping to pair Horus with his daughter. They are barely 6. It’s ridiculous.”
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 5: My Promise
“These linens must be pressed! Everything must be perfectly crisp and clean!” The Luna was storming around the dining room. Her hair was in curlers and she was dressed in a dressing robe. “Y-yes ma’am!” Maristela stammered. Mari quickly pulled the linens from the table to steam and press them in the laundry. The Luna began to sort through the various flowers. Dahlias, hellebores, hydrangeas, snapdragons, foxgloves, English roses, peonies. Greenery like different varieties of eucalyptus and belles of Ireland. As a young girl I used to run through the gardens on the estate finding the most beautiful blooms for my mother. My father and I would take long walks around the vast estate feeding the chickens, fishing the ponds, and picking bouquets of flowers for my mother. “Not a single bloom is as beautiful as you, my love,” he would croon. My mothers face would light up like the sun was shining from within her. She gazed at my father like he hung the moon. She was so beautiful then.
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