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A 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
Last Updated : 2024-11-12A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 124: Orchard
Something in my soul longs for the sunshine. The rays on my skin make me come alive. My internal battery dependent upon feeling the sun against my skin. I do not recall the last time I was outside in the sun. It seems a lifetime ago that I was able to truly enjoy it. My gown manifesting what I need the most, time to bask in the sun. I can feel the whispers of winter on the autumn wind. A small chill dancing in the breeze, winter days soon to come. I stare upwards to the sky. The sun’s rays like golden spires piercing through the clouds, a magnificent sight. The sun coyly peeks from behind the clouds to bathe me in its rays. Today, I am the sun, and I will absorb the warmth and joy it brings me. Monica stops in front of a small gate created between two apple trees. The trees already bare from harvest, the priestesses and acolytes have started the pruning process, preparing the orchard for winter. The branches and stems are neatly stacked in piles along the treeline. My ow
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“Beauty is pain.” Monica consoles. “You cannot achieve divinity without sacrifice. We want ethereal. We want glamor.” “We want to be able to have dinner.” I squeak, the corset of the gown so tight I can barely breathe. “Or maybe just be able to breathe.” I have been trying on gowns for hours. I tire of looking at my reflection. “Long deep breaths from the lungs, not the belly.” She demonstrates, her body rod straight, long measured breaths expanding her ribcage. My wedding gown, gowns for tea and dinner, dresses for travel and leisure, for breakfast or prayer— the stacks of fabric seem endless. I was nothing more than a doll. Monica has the same persistence as Agatha. I remember her wrapping me in endless fabrics for my Moon Ceremony gown. “You will be elegant! Ravishing! Demure!” She shouted as she wrapped me in satins and tulle. “Posture is key. Beyond that, relax. High anxiety breathing isn’t very effective or attractive.” Monica concludes. I smile, my mind wander
Last Updated : 2024-11-19A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 126: Fairytales
Fairytales have a modicum of truth to them. Just enough truth that the reader can absorb the message, learn whatever moral imperative is being taught. The tricky part is discerning what little bit is rooted in truth, and what is an outright lie, a fantasy embellishment to keep you reading. I prefer the stories with happy endings, lessons are still learned, but the main character in the end is well and fine. Perhaps that’s my first mistake, assuming my placement in the tale is the main character, rather than the abused maid or gullible villager, or otherwise nameless background character. A person in the crowd as the King strolls down the street naked. A lady’s maid to the wicked queen or damsel in distress. A nameless cousin to the main character, who tried on the shoe but it did not fit. Perhaps I am the main character, in one of those tales where she tragically dies. Her choices and bad decisions leading her to death, rather than the happiness she was seeking. The Queen seem
Last Updated : 2024-11-19A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 127: Waltz
Silence. I dare not speak or move. “I have heard you can dance.” The King says in my direction. A small smile creeped on his lips. A sneer. “Yes, your majesty.” I say meekly. “You shall dance for us.” Edward looks at me with sadness in his eyes. A shimmer of anger rippling in his fields of green, at my faux pas. The weight of the King’s displeasure not only hitting me, but crushing him as well. Collateral damage. “I would love to see the waltz.” The Queen hums. “Edward can lead her if she does not know it. Besides, she will be expected to dance at their wedding celebrations.” I hope he indulges his wife. It is a far better option than being forced to gyrate in front of the King. His expression leads me to believe he wishes to not only remind me of my place but humiliate me in the process. The Queen’s suggestion is only her tossing a rope to her grandson to save him from the front row seat to my humiliation. The King looks to his Queen. “Very well.” He replies. “L
Last Updated : 2024-11-19A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 128: Rigid as the Great Mountain
“Waltz of the Mountains.” The King sneers. “Let’s see how well you keep up.” He casts a glare at Edward. “You know how your Grandmother adores the dance of her homeland, grandson. Do not disappoint her for the sake of your mate.” The warning is clear. “Yes, my King. I would not dream of disappointing.” He bows deeply, his hand on his heart pledging his allegiance. I remember our first meeting. “You play a dangerous game, girl.” He said with his hand around my throat. I suppose I am still that dangerous silly girl, too headstrong to fully submit. Incapable of bending to a tyrant. Incapable of silence. I am who I create. I feel Theia and Asteria in the front of my mind. Any overt display of power would be disastrous, so they lurk, careful not to allow their presence shimmer in my eyes. I deeply curtsy holding my hand to my heart as well, averting my eyes to the floor, not uttering a word. Silence and obedience. That is what the King demands. My stubbornness to blame for not b
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“The Mountain stands, unmoving— never wavering, rooted deeply into the soil.” The Queen begins, seated behind me on a small chair, her gown spilling out of the narrow seat displaying the sheer volume of fabric she seems to carry so effortlessly. Monica is plaiting my hair for the first ceremony. An intricate pattern of different braids joined together and fastened with a plain rag tie matching my temple dress. “The Wind with her sons raging across the lands, charge right at the Great Mountain, but it still stands. The nymphs of the waters try to claw through it, but still it stands. Rigid. Strong. Proud.” Her hands move with the story, in a way it was more akin to a fireside chat rather than dressing room gossip. It reminds me of my father’s stories around the fire. I listen to her tale, knowing little of her people, attentively watching her through the mirrors reflection. “The Goddess herself blessed the Great Mountain, and appointed the Shadow Mountain pack to be the Guardians
Last Updated : 2024-11-20A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 130: True Form
“May the Goddess anoint you with her love and bless you with your dreams.” “We give our devotion to the Goddess!” My mate and I reply. The priestesses are all around us. Their voices echoing off the walls of the cave, it’s impossible to tell how many are speaking as the voices echo around us. Our naked bodies only inches away from one another as we stand in the pool, his intoxicating scent masked by the abundance of minerals in the spring. “We ask our Goddess to cleanse you of all your impurities. Remove any malice from your hearts.” The priestesses chant around us. My body feels drawn to him. The urge I have to touch him is overwhelming, to just feel his skin pressed against mine. Any doubts I have floating away the second I am near him. I look ahead to the priestesses. I do not dare look at him in all his glory. One glance at him may be what breaks the dam holding back my urges, my last vestige of control. “Tonight, you are to shift into your true nature. The greatest trea
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A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 139: Truth
Theia“Does the King know of other loyalties?” “The King holds no dominion over me.” Erebus growls. “I will be King one day. He will be dead and buried. I comply only for Edward, his heart beats for his King.”“Does Edward know of your other loyalties to a line of witches?”“Little wolf, let’s not play.” His voice rumbles. “You and Ceres are only newly bonded. There must be much of you she does not know.”“Of course.” I admit freely. “Not for want of hiding, just lack of time.”“We all tell ourselves lies in order to be the people we think we are.”“I know who I am.”“Who? You haven’t even told me, little wolf. Your mate. Your alpha.”“I am Theia. I have not concealed that from you, my love.”“What is a name? What does that even tell me of you?”“It told me a lot about you.”“Theia.” He says. His voice rough like a gravel road. “Theia.” His voice slowly enunciates each sound. “I cannot recall the Goddess of this name. I see only you, the light to my darkness. Pray tell, what does you
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 138: Sorceress
Asteria “Clever child.” The serpent hisses. “You smell of dirt and rain. Of thunderstorms and death. Why did you come to my cave?”“I— ” I pause. I do not know what to say. “I smell of death because I am a murderer.” The idea such a statement would intimidate a beast like this is laughable. “You are far too young to be yoked with such a name.” “I was betrothed to… to a man.” I don’t dare mention Prince Aares. He may hold no dominion over beasts, but he held it over the lands. To exist on his lands is to bend to his will. “I killed him.”“It smells as though you did not escape unscathed.” The serpent slithers around me, its tongue probing the air between us, gleaning information. I had forgotten about the strike to my back with the whip. The pain surfacing, tiny prickles along my back, the blood weeping and partially dried. My body shivers, the cold air of the cave whirling around me, my thin gown doing nothing to keep me warm. “You should start a fire, I can offer no warmth. My e
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 137: Shadow Moon
Theia“What was that?” I demand. “These caves are ancient and the veil between worlds is thin.” Erebus begins. “Tell me, what do you know of my line?”“Shadow Moon line hails from the dark forests of our plane. It is one of the oldest lines, cloaked in secrecy, tainted millennia ago by the dark spirits of the other world.” “Tainted.” He says with a growl. The word grating on him. “No, touched. Blessed.”“Being kissed by darkness is no blessing.”“What would you know? I assume no darkness taints your line by the way you describe mine.”“My line has flirted with darkness as well, we just choose not to accept it.”“Oh, my error, m’lady. I didn't realize you had such moral superiority.” He mocks. “Can one be morally superior by the decisions of their elders? I think not. Perhaps just from better stock.”His laugh is tinged with bitterness. “So, do you see me unworthy of you?”“No. I see no such thing. We all have our crosses to bear.”“Hmm.” He says in return. “Yes, my people hail from
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 136: Familiar
AsteriaThe moment I killed him, I knew I was living on borrowed time. Killing your master is a violation of the purchase contract. Defective merchandise to be destroyed. That’s just a regular occurrence. It’s a whole new level when that master is the Crown Prince and future King. I ran through the woods, the power still buzzing through my body. My body electrified, drenched in pure power pulsating through my veins. Drunk on it, both ecstatic and devastated. Woods just like this into caves that we have just fearlessly entered into. The smell repulses me, sulfur and garlic with a touch of rotten egg. This cave has snakes, their musk lingering and clinging to the walls. The pungent smell of rats hanging in the air. Old blood. “Stop!” I scream, hoping Theia can hear me. “Stop! Turn back!” My body being dragged deeper into the cave. Into the darkness. I can only bear witness. A witness to an execution, quietly observing a government murder, doing nothing to intervene. “Ceres! Ceres!
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 135: Games
Theia “Smart.” He growls as he gets off of me. “Tell me, Theia.” He pauses after slowing saying my name. The way my name sounds ignites a fire within me. A biological desire to give him whatever he asks. “How did you know my line? Do your people focus more on knowledge than power?” I sit up proudly, a silent pillar, a long forgotten ancient deity, admiring my worshipers, so used to being asked questions and giving no reply. Erebus slowly stalks around me, an endless slow circle. Each circle tighter than the last. I long for him to come closer, the weight of his body missing from mine. “Do you wish for me to guess?” “Doesn’t the Shadow Moon love a good game? Or do you only play games of physical strength?” I ask coyly. I know exactly where he hails from. His scent and name only make it clearer for me. I lived centuries before Ceres was born. I studied every single wolf line. There is no way to know how matches would be made on this plane. Only the Goddess knows. There are expe
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 134: Erebus
TheiaHis wolf appeared in the mouth of the cave. His dark inky coat is almost impossible to see in the dark, but his eyes, pools of molten gold, impossible to look away from. My pull to him is on a cellular level, every single cell in my body aching to be near him. The light to his darkness. The yin to his yang. We are meant to be. “Mate!” I hear a harsh growl penetrating my mind. His power capable of mind linking before our sealing. His aura blankets the cave and demands my submission. “You should not have come here. You are to follow me!”It’s clear he expects this to be a one way conversation. His wolf impatiently stares at me waiting for my submission. “I have a name and will not be talked to as a child.” I say sassily, unleashing my own aura in the cave. The power is suffocating. “How?” My mate stammers, stunned. I walk deeper into the cave, my paws clicking against the stone. I feel a pull, but I do not know where it is taking me. I press my nose to the stone and inhale de
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 133: Asteria’s Prison
Asteria I was born a killer. My very first breath stole the life of my mother. Her life the price for mine. A dark spirit must have traveled with me on my journey to my first life, one that would forever stain me and give me power beyond measure. Not the power of my people in my village. Their power is rooted in life. They are the people of the fields. People of the goats and sheep and cows. People full of love and light. I am storms and dark nights. I am moonless skies and barren fields. I am the harbinger of sorrow and loss. It’s a gift that I was given a chance at life at all, I suppose. If my father saw my future, would he still have chosen to save me? His powers rooted in life, he could not conceive taking mine. Even if I was tainted by darkness. Even if he could never keep me. He sold me to save me. “I am going to miss you when you go.” I say to the maid. The memory playing before me like a movie projected on the screen. My small body and innocent eyes. I couldn’t
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 132: Theia’s Rebellion
Theia Magic has no effect on me. Well maybe no effect is a bit of an overstatement; negligible, it has a negligible effect, like when you have a glass of wine. Maybe I get a little drunk, my focus a little blurry around the edges, but I am still in control. I can feel the wind shifting toward the King, like he is calling it to him. Even my fur seems to tug at me to follow the direction of the wind. My instinct to run with the wind is overbearing, like a nagging demand to turn around and run with it or face certain peril. The magic has not numbed my senses or surrendered my control. Perhaps these tricks would have worked when I was a pup or even a young wolf, when I had only just begun to test the limits of my drive to survive. I have spent lifetimes honing my skills to serve my Goddess. Hunting in the forests of my plane. Chasing and being chased by friends and foes. Preparing myself for what was to come. The training lasted far longer than any scholar had anticipated. To be the l
A Daughter’s Revenge Chapter 131: Run
It was as if Asteria’s memory played out on a screen in front of me. I’m a captive audience, cordoned off in a far off corner of my mind. Separated from my body but still aware of what is happening. The scene from Theia’s point of view also playing out, oddly disconnected from me, padded feet to forest floor the smell of earth and water. The dirt flecked in her fur and her nose pressed to the earth inhaling its aroma. Asteria’s trauma unfolds before me, almost happening to me, although the screams are not my own. The hunger in his eyes. The manic rage. His whip. My feelings are not entirely my own, it is as if I am Asteria in this experience. “Prince Aares.” I say in a voice that is not my own. A memory of an event I never experienced, yet vividly recall. This isn’t real, yet, I can feel his whip biting and tearing my skin. I can feel the blood snaking down the back of my thighs. The warm ooze somehow soothing the stinging pain. My back flayed open. His scent coats my skin like an
