422 Emilita Regenon

Within the mighty elven-palace, beautifully built and crafted to utmost aesthetics. Ensuring that even if their governing goddess Marea were to one day grace them with her presence, that the divine-being herself would be satisfied with their architecture and efforts.

A celebration was currently held for princess Rima Regenon's graduation into adulthood.

Dressed like an angel in a pure white silk dress. The princess's gait and demeanour were simply divine, as even the noble families who didn't see eye-to-eye with the monarch's policies couldn't help but stare in awe. Unable to find any faults upon the young-lady.

Because of this, they quickly sent their children towards Rima to establish friendship and favour, and Emilita who was hidden within her shadow. Who, as a member of the royal family had no choice but to attend, as ordered by her queen-mother.

"Your Highness, year after year, I am simply in awe with your beauty, perfection, flawless and ability. I dare say, the future of Via Marea will no doubt be a bright one under your love and care."

"Yes! I concur. With your talent in holy arts and divinity. We won't have to fear the fallen at all."

"Holy arts and divinity? Ha! Her Highness won't even need to use those, a single flick of her mighty-blade would be enough to vanquish those."

Rima's gaze slowly passed through theirs as she recalled their status and future-potential power. Stoically accepting their crude-compliments, she continued to smile and nod. Within the corner of her peripheral vision. Her mother was scrutinizing her every inch, the way she blinked, the way she smiled. The way her dimples motioned, and even the amount of air she took with each breath. 

Unable to read her mother's mind, a cold sweat fell upon her back as she shivered. Fearing the punishment of an unsatisfactory performance before society.

Emilita, like a statue, remained behind her older sister, decorating her. Within her own little bubble as she awkward stood there. She thought back to the rumours and stories Ruby would deliver to her. The people infamously named as the fallen, was considered to be an open-secret. One that was used to scaring children into alignment as well as being a factual smudge upon the elven people's image.

Supposed power-hungry elves, who sought strength and ability regardless of the costs had dipped into vile-arts, calling upon the souls of the dead. Greatly angering Goddess Marea, the Saintess of that era was ordered in to banish them into the lands of volcano. Left there to rot and wilt as the supposed hell-on-Ohn would end them.

Later, the tale would be continued to be told, a tool to scare the young, ensuring they didn't stray from the righteous path of divinity. 

All of this would've been fine, and just considered to be the usual horror stories. However, Ruby had performed her own investigation, and easily found the old tale to be true as dozens of elves who were ruled as corrupted or evil in some sort of capacity was still being exiled into those lands to this day and age. 

The queen mother, ruling her kingdom with such an iron-clad fist. Ensured that her power and authority remained true above all.

Just within ear shot, some of the more dishonourable elven-children were gossiping. Clearly antagonizing the younger sister as their eyes kept darting towards her as they grinned and snickered away at her expense.

"My papa told me, that the fallen consist of mostly elves with black hair and eyes. So, if you meet anyone with those features, they're 99% most definitely evil and has wickedness coursing through their veins!"

"Exactly, that's why Her Highness Rima is so perfect, there isn't even a single spot or shade of black. I have no doubts she will become the next chosen Saintess. Unlike another elf we all know..."

Rima, closely flanked upon all sides with her fans and supports who were all loudly chirping away, was unable to hear such unsavoury words. Leaving only Emilita to be the sole receiver, as she started to fidget with her thumbs and tears threatened to erupt from her eyes.

Her consistent nightmares, fears and worries continued to build up. And whatever ram or defence she had in place, to prevent the waterworks from breaking through, was quickly crumbling away.

She gazed on towards her big sister who always received the limelight, who bathed in success, glory and the love of the people. "It's not fair... I-If only I was stronger. Maybe they wouldn't treat me like this..."

Her senses, being clearly lacking when compared to Rima's senses and ability to comprehend so many concurrent sources of ongoing information. Failed to notice the queen-mother glaring at her, disapprovingly. The ugly-duckling, the eye-sore, the defect of the royal family. 

"Larmiel." 

The young elf stepped forward, before kneeling before the queen. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Your family has served mine for generations and for millenniums. And I believe you also have the intent and will to follow in the footsteps of your fore-fathers, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct. I have already vowed to pledge my life and body to Your Majesty's bloodline."

Nova Regenon, Saintess and monarch of Via Marea, happily patted the man upon the head. Stroking his ears before she kicked him over onto his back. Her royal guards remained unmoving, as if statues.

The elven queen strolled over as Larmiel remained unmoving. Upon their secluded balcony, no one was privy to her actions except those she allowed. Nova, slipped off her white-laced underwear before stuffing it into his mouth.

"Spit it out and I'll replace it with your own balls. Am I clear?"

The young Larmiel nodded quickly, as the monarch started to step on his face. Her semi-transparent white leggings at the very least were soft and smooth to the touch. As she continued to lower her foot, stepping upon his stomach and then focusing on bullying his penis. It was only after his privates raised a tent did she continue with her thoughts.

"Larmiel, as someone who serves my family. Let me ask you. If per say you found a single black flower blooming within my royal-garden. That consisted only of the most heavenly, and divine white roses. Would you remove it? Or watch it infest and spread its filth?"

"MMhhggg MMhn."

"Ah..." Nova Regenon reached down, yanking the material out and hanging it upon one of his long ears. "Continue."

"Your Majesty, I would indeed remove it. However, I do not mean to kill it, I would simply transfer it elsewhere."

"I see..." Larmiel was evidently smart enough to know who she was referring to. As the voices and thoughts of the nobles were already prevalent throughout the palace and high-society.

Unable to hold himself back, his sperm shot through both his underwear and trousers, leaking out and entering her leggings. Feeling her feet becoming damp, and noticing the scent of sperm. She stepped upon the man's face again, as she slowly took her leggings off and leaving it upon him and her lost commands of the evening.

"Larmiel, summon both princesses to my room tonight." Following their queen, the royal guards also exited. Leaving the young-elf laying all on his lonesome.

...

At midnight, both Rima Regenon and Emilita Regenon was escorted by man-at-arms, into Nova's own bedroom. One that was large enough to fit multiple swimming pools in.

The two, never having set foot within her room before, quietly entered holding hands. Dressed in their night-gowns and slippers, the two found the queen-mother waiting between two chests.

"Go to the chests, the items within are yours. Use them." Swirling a little glass of wine around, the woman's eyes didn't even glance over at her two daughters.

The two sisters obediently split away, going towards the chests that had their names labelled upon the lids. Quick to open them, believing them to be presents. Rima's eyes were greatly surprised as she glanced over beautifully crafted elven-blades. Maces, bows and daggers. Seeing such a large collection of masterfully-crafted weapons. Rima looked over to her mother in confusion, as it was simply impossible to carry them all.

Wonder whether or not, she was supposed to bring her servants along, Nova decided to answer her silent-question.

"Both of you, chose a single weapon. Receive it, and use it."

Rima plucked out the most beautiful blade she could find within the chest. Whilst Emilta also chose what she believed to be the best sword.

The two returning towards the middle, bowed towards Nova.

""Thank you Your Majesty.""

Seeing the two about to turn away to leave.

"Stop. The two of you, fight to the death right now. The winner will inherit my kingdom and position. Prove yourselves worthy of inheriting my glory and prestige."

Rima choked on her words, whilst Emilita shrieked back in surprise, throwing her sword upon the carpet.