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 40: Peacock Persuasion As Caruso closed the connecting door to the baths behind him to seal in the pleasant warm steam, he heard two additional voices coming from the doorway beyond the bath that had been pushed open.Every once in a while, the hallway is somewhat filled with steam that has seeped through the opening of the door. They sounded around about the same age, gauging by their voices, and they bellowed a little deal through the slight pried opening of the door. How could voices like that not hold anyone's attention? He thought to himself as he opened the doorway fully. His towel draped over his shoulder. "The Eldest is stunning, for a Raven." The broad back in the waters to him was almost as tall as Caruso, almost... Another harpy, this one sporting marbled brown plumage and more nutty tones coursing through his disheveled hairdo. His round and appearance inquiring."It's the peacock!" Beaming over to the newcomer to the baths, Caruso immediately recognized them
Chapter 55: Personal SpaceThe castle's secret passageways were a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, a stark contrast to the resplendent throne room above. Sephora walked with a confident, measured stride, her footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. Each step sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering trace of blood, a visceral reminder of the depths of the Raven Kingdom's darkness. Black flames of the torches cast grotesque shadows on the walls, as if the very stones were alive with malevolent spirits - they probably were.The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering trace of blood only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment. Sephora led Orion through the twisting passageways, her heels clicking against the cold stone floor, her breaths coming in shallow gasps that echoed off t
Chapter 54: Set Up, Part 3Sephora's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with a dark, tantalizing light. She leaned in closer, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Orion's spine. "I want you to do something for me, Orion. Something... intimate." Orion's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. He took a step back, his hands raising in a feeble attempt to ward her off. "Sephora, I don't... I don't understand. What are you asking me to do?" Sephora's smile never faded, her eyes never leaving his. She took a step forward, her hand reaching out to tuck a stray feather behind her ear. "You see, Orion, there was this young noble, a little while ago who had recently been promoted to work in the castle. He was charming, handsome, brilliant black hair and wings and he had the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. Try as I might have, he rejected me." He knew the rejections that were spoken of, because it was the rejections of all of her advances on him be
Chapter 53: Set Up, Part 2Sephora had never been one to heed warnings, especially not from her goody-two-shoes, perfect sister. She pushed the thought away, her smile returning as she approached the cell. "Orion," she cooed, her voice a low sultry rumble that echoed through the dank cell, stopping at the door. "I must say, I'm quite disappointed. I expected more of a fight from you, earlier today at court." Orion lifted his head, his face pale and gaunt in the dim light. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and anger, his lips pressed into a thin line. "What do you want, Sephora?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet resonating with a raw intensity of hatred in his eyes lingered while he lookedcat yer. That sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned against the cold iron bars, her feathers rustling softly as she did so, her eyes never leaving his. "Oh, Orion," she said, her voice that low toxic purr that seemed to wrap around him like a silken rope. "Always the
Chapter 52: Set up, Part 1 The castle's new dungeons in the south wing were a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, a stark contrast to the resplendent throne room above. Sephora walked with a confident, measured stride, her footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. Each step sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering trace of blood, a visceral reminder of the depths of the Raven Kingdom's darkness. The black flames of the torches cast grotesque shadows on the walls, as if the very stones were alive with malevolent spirits. Sephora's icy blue eyes gleamed in the dim light, her feathers ruffling slightly in the chill breeze that wafted up from the dungeon's depths. She followed the twisting corridors, her heels clicking against the damp stone floor, her breaths misting in the frigid air. The dungeons were a maze of darkness and despair, a labyrinth of whispers and,
Chapter 51: Set upThe castle's new dungeons in the south wing were a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, a stark contrast to the resplendent throne room above. Sephora walked with a confident, measured stride, her footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. Each step sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering trace of blood, a visceral reminder of the depths of the Raven Kingdom's darkness. The black flames of the torches cast grotesque shadows on the walls, as if the very stones were alive with malevolent spirits.Sephora's icy blue eyes gleamed in the dim light, her feathers ruffling slightly in the chill breeze that wafted up from the dungeon's depths. She followed the twisting corridors, her heels clicking against the damp stone floor, her breaths misting in the frigid air. The dungeons were a maze of darkness and despair, a labyrinth of whispers and, not as many
Chapter 50: Sephora's Era of Lies The throne room was a symphony of black, echoing the Raven Kingdom's signature color palette. Towering walls, draped in lush, velvety fabric, bled into the high ceiling where massive crystal chandeliers cast prismatic shadows, dancing with the breeze from the open windows. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of night flowers and distant rain filling the vast chamber. Sephora Nox, the youngest of the Raven Harpy Princesses, strode into the throne room with all the grace of a tornado. Towering walls, draped in lush, velvety fabric, bled into the high ceiling where massive crystal chandeliers cast prismatic shadows, dancing with the breeze from the open windows. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of night flowers and distant rain filling the vast chamber. Her black feathers, white icy blue eyes, and nails seemed to glow against the murky atmosphere, drawing every eye like a moth to a flame. She wore her usual smirk, like a
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