Chapter 32. Ravens, Peacocks, Eurasian Eagle Owls Evening had dropped its dark curtain over the Raven Harpy’s Lands and mountainous, alpine, Kingdom. The castle being carved into the tops of the tallest of the three mountains, meant that despite the thick cloud cover all of those below the summit would experience tonight, the royal household and all of those who dwelled within would get to enjoy the spectacle of the crescent moon. The stars shimmered and glistened around the moon, as did each of the beads that were woven onto Lady Nox’s dark evening dress; slimmer and fitting but still holding a regal aura to it. If it were not for the Raven Queen’s snow white skin, no one would have known, she was there. Her dress perfectly camouflaged her into the sky of her stone balcony. Of course, no high born Raven Harpy would consider being seen without their signature black breast plate. The earlier commotions and spectacles of the castle, had not reached the Queen’s ears or ch
Chapter 33: Tawny Determination That evening the young Master Fenn, decided not to head to the fresh baths after what he had witnessed. At least, not right away. Firstly, he protectively ensured the servant girl was taken away by her colleague, whom he’d come to know as Layla. Only when he was sure that, “Aro” the blue-hued servant girl was going to be okay, and that the damned gaudy peacock was not going to double back to lay his hands on any of the ladies, again, did Master Fenn double back to his room. Something in his mind made him want to check up on his father. Perhaps it was just the entire commotion that had gotten to him. Perhaps… Fenn thought, Perhaps I just want to talk to father. Gauge how he would have reacted and handled such a situation! What a King would do, and would have made of the situation. And so Master Fenn retraced his steps, back over to their wing of dark grey-toned Raven Palace. With the raven lights now on the scones on the wall, it added a silent forebo
Chapter 34: Honesty's Victory Without waking his father, Master Fenn had sought out the Raven Queen early that morning as the light finally welcomed daybreak to the sky. After finally locating the baths and washing up. He was partly sour for not being able to enjoy them as he intended last night, after witnessing that peacock’s distasteful behavior. Someone had been up even earlier, and to the baths before him. Wet footprints lead out of the baths. A noble-looking dark green dress, with bronzed stitching and breastplate, lay crumpled at the edge of the steps down. It was clearly a woman's breastplate, so Master Fenn couldn't help wondering who had been here. It wasn't of royal quality... he dismissed the thought quickly since it was no one of his interest. Likely, one of the pleasant servant girls washing up before or after their work? **** From what the young Tawny Harpy had gathered, the Peacock Harpy Royals were the odd ones out at the dinner invitation last night. Clearly an
Chapter 35: A Werewolf In The Dungeon They had administered additional tranquilizers to the werewolf, and then they brought him covertly into the castle through the kitchen. The bulky body was hauled to the trash chute by Sephora. Prior to it being used as a garbage chute served as a traditional dumbwaiter. The princess was by now, absolutely, convinced that the burden of his weight wouldn't have been as much of an issue if they had been in the air together and she had carried him on her wings.As she painstakingly dragged the limp body into the silent depths of the dungeons, there was a faint rolling sound that could be heard in the distance. To the depths of the mountain's interior. To the depths of the mountain's interior. Was the werewolf awake already from that?? Thought the Princess. She waited for them for-a while. Listening for any other sound. It never came. Did she imagine that sound? The thought was dismissed after a long and still enough silence. Knowing the sp
Chapter 36: A Declaration of War? That morning, at her usual check-in to the Raven castle, Maven did her rounds and usual. In full knowledge of what now lurked in the bowels of the mountain. It terrified the old Raven, to her bones. Usually, her old bones were right as rain. The old servant did her rounds, as her hands continued to tremor. Even the chef noticed her hands during the preparation of breakfast. He decided not to ask but made a point of letting her know that the cutlery was clacking oddly as she carried plates to the breakfast table. Maven did not get a great feeling about this whole situation. Try as she could to work through her thoughts, and race to overthink. It was something she couldn’t dismiss from the pit of her stomach. Let alone that she helped get the beast into the castle dungeons… but in the fact, Maven now did not know if the youngest princess had told the Raven Queen about it, yet - at all, or if Sephora ever planned to. The old harpy felt that she h
Chapter 37: Elite Survey Corps. It was one of the clearest mornings the Raven Kingdom had experienced in a long time. Nestled atop the highest of the three mountains in the Raven Harpy Clan’s Kingdom, sat the intricate gothic architecture of the Raven Castle. Designed as a fortress by the Raven Kings' of ancient times, it was a marvel to behold. There was not one eye in the Kingdom this day, that didn’t look in awe, upon the Royal Castle. Whether a noble, princess or a low-born, the sight to behold was one that stopped all for a moment or two. With the towering trees of the ancient forest surrounding each of the mountains. A visitor to the Kingdom or the Palace itself could be forgiven for believing that the Royal castle was a cathedral to the forest. By design, it seemed to accentuate the landscape. While the landscape complemented the proud yet imposing Palace. The higher up on the mountain a Raven Family resigned, the older the building likely was. In old times, the Ravens car
Chapter 38: Order of the Day. "Morning Chef-ie," Cheering eagerly, she peered her curious head into the kitchen. Wearing her long black silken hair down for a change, it draped over her shoulder. Her make-up was done in its usual girly pink style with a smokey eye that smoldered against her icy blues, "What's on for breakfast?" A smile crawled across his face at the princess's sweet smile and countenance, "Some more, international foods this morning for you to try. I want to make our guests feel as though they are home." Sephora stepped around the corner, curiosity getting the better of her. "Sooo... talk me through the options. It smells great in here." Her clothing was blood red this morning, with her lips matching perfectly. It was a stark and bold change, other than her black breastplate. Made just as much for war and protection, as decoration and adornment. Her talons were worn in an almond style. She looked... very well put together this morning for someone who had missed la
Chapter 39: Scars In the chambers designated to the Peacock Harpy guests visiting the Castle, sat a white wooden chase lounge. It seemed very much out of place with the rest of the dark, dull, and intricate decor of the room, A sea glass green, and bottle blue velvet was thatched in that chevron weave, that Lady Cassandra was so used to. Studded with white pearls in gorgeous intermittent intersections. She had this brought with her traveling here, to allow for some comfort of home and some familiarity. Raven's truly had no taste, thought the Peacock Queen. As she lounged. The servants were not the ones who had helped pack and take their luggage away. No. It had been soldiers of the Royal Guard, in their dull and dark uniforms. Lady Cassandra couldn't help but observe the way they assessed the room; the door where her son had still lay sleeping the morning away and packed away what was needed in a way that also felt to her as if it doubled into a search. What exactly here woul
Chapter 49: The Green Dress Servant.{{The following events happened prior to the Peacock's finally leaving the Ravens Kingdom. Chapters released in the wrong order.}} The Peacock Harpy Prince named at 23, has encouraged and covered the younger Eurasian harpy princes at 19 to help him commit an unspeakable act. Raping one of the Raven Servants at the castle. The Raven servant who ends up getting this, is not a servant at all. It is Sephora the youngest Raven princess and heir, dressed in a green noble robe and brassy body plate. As she is not wearing her usual black royal garments, he doesn't recognise her fully due to his fetishism for a Raven mate. Caruso begins by stroking the Raven Harpy Servants Hair and Feathers, as she is reasting on a large food storage box. He begins taking off her breastplate, moving thr hem of her dresses breastline to reveal and fondling her petite breasts with his long boney hands. "Oh, how I have waited for this." He says as he moves his other hand
Chapter 48: The Unravelling The sun hung high over the rolling meadows of the Peacock Kingdom, casting a golden hue that shimmered like jewels across the landscape. Caruso, the second prince, stood on the balcony of his opulent chamber, gazing out at the vast expanse of greens and golds, his mind swirling with thoughts darker than the shadows cast by the fluttering peacocks below. For too long, he had been a mere pawn in the grand game of royalty, but today, he felt the stirrings of true ambition. “Solomon,” he called, his voice dripping with a mixture of excitement and unease. The advisor entered swiftly, his broad build filling the doorway. Solomon was a Eurasian Eagle Owl harpy, tall and mountainous in stature, with feathers that glinted like polished wood under the sunlight. His presence was commanding, a stark contrast to Caruso’s more delicate frame, yet it was the wiry strength of the advisor that had often proven invaluable. “Your Highness,” Solomon bowed slightly, his e
Chapter 47: A Blood Debt Slave The werewolf lay unconscious in his human form, restrained by shimmering unicorn shackles that bound him to the wall and floor. He was strikingly handsome, with olive skin and dark hair that framed his face, while his stubble was evolving into a full beard. Sephora, the youngest princess and the daughter of the Raven Queen, approached this hidden prisoner, a secret unknown to her family. As Sephora settled into the ornate chair nearby, a wave of drowsiness washed over her. The effects of the enchanted atmosphere began to take hold swiftly. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged before her, drawing her attention. "What do you desire?" she asked, her curiosity mingling with a hint of authority. "I am Nikolas, and I demand my freedom from these binds," the figure replied in a deep, strained voice. "And I am not your toy. You can not control me." She smirked, undeterred by his resistance. "I have come to offer you ecstasy in your shackles. Whether you li
Chapter 46: A Walk Through the GardenAfter the breakfast, calling on Sephora, Maven suggested they take a walk through the noble quarters gardens. As the Raven palace did not have its own, it surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs.Sephora was hesitant at first, but Maven assured her that it would be a good opportunity to clear her head and get some fresh air.Maven's once black hair was now mostly grey, with strands of salt and pepper running through it. Her hair was still long and silky, falling in cascading waves down her back, but thcolouror gave her a more mature appearance. Despite this, Maven still had a youthful glow about her, with smooth, unblemished skin and a slender figure. Her Raven wings, too, had aged, with feathers losing their glossy sheen.In contrast, Sephora's hair was jet black and perfectly straight, reaching down to her hips. Her hair was her crowning glory, and she took great care to maintain it. Her wings were also a jet black, much like her mother's, and th
Chapter 45: The Prince Peacock & PawnThe Peacock Prince, Caruso, was obsessed with the idea of having a mate that was so different from himself; not one that came from the same vibrance in colour and culture as him, or worse... dull, boring beige with personalities to match. Just like the female harpy of the Peacock Clan.Caruso had dreamed of a Raven or Dove as a mate for a long time at this point. With their sleek black oe white feathers, to complete his vision of perfection. The thought of having a partner that did not contrast his vibrant plumage was simply unacceptable to him. He had become so fixated on this idea that it had turned into a dangerous obsession.He spent his days and nights obsessing over the Raven Princess because of this. The idea of a Dove mate thrown away upon learning that the Raven Queen was accepting noble and royal bachelors for her to consider for her daughter's mates.After learning this, Caruso studdied up on any information he could get about the Rave
Chapter 44: The Tea PartySephora had been looking forward to the tea party with Prince Kavan all week. She had spent hours picking out the perfect dress and practising her small talk. As a member of the Raven Clan, Sephora had never had the opportunity to interact with the Tawny Kingdom's royals before. She was excited to learn more about their culture and traditions.When Sephora arrived at the Tawny Kingdom's palace, she was greeted by Kavan himself. He was dressed in a formal tunic that matched the colours of his Clan's coat of arms. Sephora couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked."Welcome, Sephora," Kavan said, offering her his arm. "I'm so glad you could make it.""Thank you for inviting me," Sephora replied, feeling a little nervous.As they walked through the palace's ornate halls, Kavan began to tell her about the Tawny Kingdom's history and customs. Sephora listened intently, fascinated by the differences between their two Clans. She had always known that the Tawny
Chapter 43: Reliable Allies After breakfast with Sephora, Prince Kavan seemed to be delighted to discover that she was even more gorgeous than her sister. However, the event with the cured fish that prompted her to gag forced him to remain to ever have reservations regarding her etiquette and suitability for a mate. His mate. Kavan arrived at the realisation that he ought to make the best of the prospect which had been granted to him via the Raven Queen. Boldly seeking out Queen Nox, he solemnly took on the responsibility to enlighten her about the entire incident: The music room was where he saw the criminal peacock assault the young servant harpy, and where he immediately intercede. Queen Nox, who more or less observed the inquiry and verification, eventually came to the conclusion that he was a dependable and trustworthy political ally, herself... who, conveniently, maintained values that were within accordance with the Owl Code of Conduct. This meant that limits within which sh
Chapter 42: A Bittersweet Morning Even yet, Seraphina had no idea what had taken place the previous evening when she awoke the next morning. After devouring such a lavish and extravagant supper, what Prince Caruso tried to accomplish after that was beyond the comprehension of any other royal in attendance. Other, than Lady Cassandra. Thanks to the quick and noble deeds of Prince Kavan, and response of him in informing Lady Nox; she to now knew… yet, could not understand why a guest had acted in such a way. She hadn’t liked him, or the way he spoke. Finding him rude. Yet, she had not expected that he would attempt to commit a crime like that! Here in her Kingdom. Further, right here in the Queen’s own castle! Seraphina knew and anticipated that Sephora would try to slip silently into her room because she had messed up, - big time with their mother. Pleading for Seraphina to use her position as heir and favourite to help convince her mother to go easier on her. To let her away
Chapter 41: Calling on SephoraMaven, who is in charge of the housekeeping for the Raven Royal family, and Lady Nox collaborated in planning a visit to Sephora for breakfast. Young Master Fenn was keen on attending the arrangement. It was not often, that anyone got the blessing of the Raven Queen to Call on either of her daughters. Despite the fact that Maven had informed Sephora, the younger of the Princess twins, that it had to occur before lunch, she firmly believed that she had some leeway in determining when this would actually happen. She obviously didn't. Certainly not when her mother was directly involved but Maven didn't want to ruin the surprise for the bachelorette princess.At the long, dark, ornately carved table with a glass top, Sephora sat facing the entrance to begin trying her first-ever Eurasian breakfast. The flatbread was an odd thing to her, as was each dip, but if the chef was sure the honey and date mix would be something her sweet tooth could sink into? Well