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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 116: A Bath
“First, you need to bathe!” Monica scolds. “Where is your lady’s maid?” “I have no maid.” I say plainly. “The baths are down the corridor and I cannot move about freely. If I may go there I am happy to bathe.” I say with a shimmer of shame. Like a caged bird longing for freedom, but always reminded that her beautiful wings have been clipped. “I— I just want you to be perfect for dinner.” She stammers. Embarrassment blooming on her cheeks. “I did not realize you could not leave.” She says barely above a whisper. I look into her eyes. I see the empathy of understanding within them. I offer a small smile. “It’s okay.” I push my smile wider on my face, a small signal of reassurance. “Tell me what you have in mind for dinner this evening on the way?” I ask after a moment of silence. “Of course.” She graciously smiles. We step into the hallway. For a moment I consider running. Just to see how far I can get. I know I cannot escape my destiny. I want to run to feel my mate chase me. To g
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Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. More than a beautiful decoration, she is a perfect match. Her tiara,the same shape as his crown, only smaller. Each element communicates the strength of their bond. My mate is curiously obedient. Sitting tall and stiff. A toy soldier looking to the general for directives. His attention, too, is
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I stare at the bauble on my finger. The stone looks like a sapphire with a golden crest on top of it. Small diamond stars sparkle in the golden crest. A wolf calling to the moon. It is easily the most beautiful thing I have ever owned, even if it is just a marker to convey ownership of me. “We will never be property.” Asteria whispers into the corners of my mind. “Not again. Not in this life.”“It doesn’t have to be the same as it was with Prince Aares.” I say softly. My body is relaxed in the tub as I stare at the ring and the way the candlelight reflects in the facets. “Princes are all the same I fear.” She says softly. “He is our mate. He would never harm us.” Theia counters. “I hope you are right.” Asteria sighs. I let myself slide into the tub, allowing my head to slip under into the warm water. I embrace the silence that the bottom of the tub brings. The soothing embrace of the water on my body. I feel a sudden chill. I emerge, seeking to add some hot water. “We always se
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“It’s hard to believe you are not the Goddess of the Sunrise, your beauty is something to behold!” Kai’s breathy whisper tickles my ear. His tongue runs along the planes of my neck, his teeth grazing my neck where my mark will be. “No mere mortal could be so blindingly beautiful.” I feel a shiver race along my skin. My naked body pressed against his. His thumb grazing my shoulder as his hands begin to roam my body. He firmly grasps my breast, the soft pad of his thumb gently tracing the stiff peak of my breast. He looks into my eyes. My body quivers with anticipation. “May I kneel at your feet, my Queen?” He purrs as he lowers himself onto one knee before me. I gasp as he grasps my hips with his hands. “May I kiss your sweet lips?” He asks with a mischievous smile. His gray eyes look up to me, pleading for permission. “You may.” I say as a regal queen, naked before him. He leans close and places a soft kiss upon my hip. Another at the top of my thigh. My legs are shaking sl
Last Updated : 2024-11-07A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 120: Lessons
An untethered witch is a waste of a bloodline. The line forever marred by embracing the wilds. Broken bonds, separated from the Force. A grain of sand forever lost to the winds, a home never to be found. The Covenant of the Coven“Your duty is always first to the King.” Phoebe announces after breakfast. “Your mating and marriage do not change that obligation. The Goddess herself has made it so.”I sit at the small table where the Immaculate Mother had once shared a meal with me. It is now a small classroom to teach me to act with a greater pedigree. “We praise the Goddess for all the Gifts that She bestows upon us!” Phoebe calls.“We give our devotion to the Goddess!” I echo in refrain. Several days of morning prayers have taught me the cadence and script. “After your sealing you will be a Princess. Princess of Fives. You will never outrank a Royal of the bloodline. Your children will even be superior to you.” She says matter of factly. I never much cared for the concept of rank.
Last Updated : 2024-11-09A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 121 : Eternal Love
“The true story of Endymion is a story of enduring love.” Asteria begins. “Even through his endless slumber, the love between Selene and Endymion did not wane. Some stories have him as a shepherd, some a prince or King, others a hunter. What he was matters little, all the stories agree he was stunningly handsome.” “To be the lover of an actual Goddess I would assume you would have to be stunningly handsome.” I giggle. “A Goddess can choose anyone.”“Our lover is stunningly handsome.” Theia growls. “Yes, the lover that appears in our dreams is stunning.” Asteria quips. Theia growls fiercely at the slight. “Our mate is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” I say, trying to calm the tension. “Perhaps that is the message. A ritual with a symbol of eternal love.” Asteria muses. “It’s actually quite beautiful. A blessing for the same experience of eternal love and marriage. Water is a very powerful tool for a conduit for magic.”“Con- do what?” I ask. “The ability to channel energy.
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“Rhea. Rhea!” My father says with urgency. His fingers firmly grasping my mothers shoulders, her swollen belly the only thing keeping them apart. Her gown is a gauzy minty green. The skirt endlessly flowing around her. The bodice made of a darker velvet. He never calls her by her name. “You must prepare yourself to run. I might not come back. You know the position we are in.”“You don't have to go!” My mother whispers. Her face is covered in red splotches. She nibbles on her lips, a habit she only surrenders to in her most vulnerable moments. The ghosts of tears painted down her face. Her hands are shaking rather than embracing my father. Her eyes close to stop the tears from welling in her eyes. I shouldn’t be here. My small body tucked into a built-in shelf along the hallway. The safety of my bed is just out of reach, a thief in the night with blackberry muffins tucked into my pajama pockets, if I make a run for it I will surely be caught. “What choice do we have? Wait for them
Last Updated : 2024-11-11A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 123: The Sun Incarnate
The material is a diaphanous gauzy gold, a Grecian peplos, the fabric expertly draped on the body. A hint of silhouette peeking through the multiple layers and folds of fabric, my feminine form exposed through gauzy golden haze. I am the sun incarnate. Even my tiny golden bracelet glints in the light, highlighted by the gown's golden glow. My ring proudly displayed on my finger. Monica has dusted my eyelids with a golden shimmer and painted my lips a soft pink. I look upon myself in the mirror. The long elegant gown perfectly compliments my shape. Long gone is the young girl dreaming of her escape, replaced in the mirror with an elegant woman, soon to be a married woman. A princess. A future Queen. The gown strikes me as familiar but I am unable to place it. I feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. “You look divine!” Monica squeals. “You are the artist, I’m just the canvas.” I respond softly. I stare into the mirror in awe of her art. I don’t even recognize myself in the reflectio
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 152: Meal
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 151: Unification
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 150: Return to the King
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 149: An Agreement
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 148: Warning
CeresDarkness can swallow you whole. The void of nothingness. I cannot even see Theia or Asteria anymore. Their thoughts are shielded from me, yet I can feel the veil thinning. I can feel my resurgence, my resurrection into my physical form. It is coming, I can feel the electricity in the air. “Ceres!”A voice calls to me from the abyss of nothingness surrounding me. I do not recognize the call. It is not Asteria or Theia’s voice calling. No one else should be here. “Come my child, come to my voice.”I have read enough fairytales to be suspicious of mystery voices calling from the dark. Their honeyed calls disguise their horrific intentions. Harpies calling from the cliffs, lulling you to your death. Do such creatures lurk in this place, this in between space, where I have no control? I am just a battered ship being tossed around the sea, only to steer myself into a rocky grave, calling to me so sweetly from beyond my vision. I will not blindly go towards the faceless voice in the
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 147: Pledge
Theia“There is no affection in power. Power consumes all and no price is too high to pay to keep it. Edward may believe that his Grandfather’s love for him is unconditional, but I am not so naive.” Erebus growls. “Any threat to the King’s power will be eliminated. Period.”The truth weighs heavy. Silence settles within the cave. “Will the Immaculate Mother reveal the truth to the King?” I ask after a long bout of silence. “You said it yourself. Information you do not know, but want; is valuable.”“I have not read the myths of this prophecy. The Oracle Chronicle of the First King. I believe that is what the Immaculate Mother called it. Have you or Edward studied this?” “Edward is aware of all the sacred texts of the Kingdom. He has spent his entire life preparing to be King.”“What will he do when he discovers that I am the defender of the faith? Destined to fight in a battle and be the savior of the Kingdom? Will he see that as treason and address accordingly?”“I would like to sa
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 146: Mercy
Asteria “Your majesty, I beg your forgiveness and show of mercy!” The man splayed on the marble floor before us is dressed in tattered rags. His pants are cinched tightly with a belt made of woven fibers tattered with filth and age. His shirt is worn thin where the fabric rests upon his jagged bones, patches along the sleeves and shoulders create a haphazard mishmash of colors and textures with no discernible pattern. I stand a few steps above him, Prince Aares on a throne at the top of the stairs of the pedestal behind me. He must always be above, both figuratively and literally. I am simply a silent statuette, an observer of the tragic comedy before me, an ornament placed before the Prince, his child bride blooming in front of the court in realtime. My unflinching gaze witnessing the violence and cruelty. There was never any mercy to be found here. “Is it true that you hunted a stag in the woods?” Prince Aares questions. I already know the outcome of this. There is nothing sp
