Chapter 38: Portents of the Future

Chapter 38: Portents of the Future

Cecilia hummed happily as she poured herself a glass of wine. It’s been so long since she had a nice vintage. She always enjoyed the fruitier sweet wines as a child, they weren’t that strong since they were made for women. They also made her giggly and bubbly after a glass or two. Now that she was older, she wondered if she could handle the stronger stuff. But still this ten year old fruit wine was still a welcome treat. It was even the favourite vintage she would taste once in a while as she grew up.

It was a gift from the knight commander during their second meeting. It was quite sweet that he remembered what she liked even after four years. Honestly she was feeling a little lonely, she missed having her friend around. It was nice to have someone you would talk to, someone who didn’t see the crown or the prophecy. He spoke to her as if she was just another person you plucked off the street.

To be able to speak your mind, no protocol, no grand political game in the background. Just two individuals speaking their minds. It was quite liberating honestly. She could be her true self, no need to pretend to be anything. She had no inclinations to betray her friend, after all she wasn’t a complete imbecile.

He could kill her easily now, or at least since she last saw him. He had a tendency to return from his trips with a significant boost in power. She could only imagine what power he had stolen this time. What’s more it was in his best interest to work with her and she had no problem if one day she would answer to him. Most royals would balk at the thought but if she was anything, she was pragmatic.

There is always a bigger fish in the pond, it just depends on how big the pond was. Afterall it was better to answer to a friend rather than a tyrant. She would rather work under her friend than under the tyrannical wings of the seraphim any day. He afterall does not have the common failings that most creatures possess. For starters he doesn’t really have an ego, and is pragmatic to the extreme. It made sense when she thought about it.

It is theorised by scholars and beastiarians that the ego is just a way for creatures to showcase their power to others. There was a need to impress who the creature thought they were onto others. It creates a power dynamic and it can serve to amplify perceived power when used correctly.

But for the Firstborn?

There was no need for that. They could read each other’s strength at a glance, they all knew exactly where they stood relative to each other. Any Firstborn trying to bite off more than they could chew would find themselves as a meal to their fellows soon enough.

Why lie? Why deceive? When the truth is laid bare at a glance?

Why do you need a poker face when the cards of every player are flat on the table for all to see?

As Cecilia took a sip of her wine and savoured the fruity and nutty taste on her palate, she couldn’t help but find her mind go to that ancient time. A time when civilisation would be seen as a tool of the weak. One stood alone, and stood strong alone. A time where might makes right or perhaps right and wrong had no meaning back then. It was just who lived and who died.

To say her friend was made to exist in a different time would be an understatement. So one could say Cecilia was very curious to see how he will behave in the world today. It is a different world with different rules, a world where the fall of a Firstborn is precedent.

Cecilia knew her prophecy meant she would change something, something big.

The truth the world has tried to forget...

It was definitely vague considering she had no idea what this truth was...

But with her friend now walking the world and him being the one that freed her to begin the prophecy... She couldn’t help but think it had something to do with the Firstborn...

But what could it be? Survival of the fittest? That seemed too easy...

The powerful prophecies were always vague and held a deeper meaning within them.

Cecilia has been pondering this question ever since she was freed from that infernal prison. Yet she found herself no closer to the truth. If she was to get a leg up on this prophecy she would need to observe her friend closely. He may not have ever lived amongst his kin but there were always the little details there that spoke of his ancient heritage...

Cecilia shook her head and cleared her thoughts. Well she wouldn’t get her answer with him gone. She was a little worried at first when he said he was leaving. What if something happened? Well at least for now everything was going perfectly to script. She just got news that her father had forced himself on Lily. Now with any luck her traitorous brother will skewer her father for her.

Yes, traitorous, Sarana did some digging at her behest. Her brother had coveted the throne and whispered in her father’s ear to get her locked up in that prison. Oh how she would have her vengeance, by the time Cecilia was done with him he would beg her to kill him...

Ah what a wonderful mental image...

Well she just had to wait for her dear friend to get back. He’s been gone for almost two weeks now so Cecilia was sure he would be back with many new tricks up his sleeve. She just hoped it wasn’t something too big that he would have no need for her...

She afterall had no idea if the Firstborn were even capable of being attached to others emotionally....

As Cecilia finished her glass and let out a small sigh, well she would find out eventually...

She should probably take a bath now...

She had just finished pleasuring herself and she was covered in sweat. Well it was another plus of being alone with a monster, she could do whatever she wanted to herself whenever she wanted. Even when he came in when she was stark naked with her toy or Lily between her legs he just calmly greeted her and went into his favourite corner of the room to read. If you base it on his reaction she might as well have been eating lunch or something. From what she could tell he just viewed it as one of the many needs that humans have.

“I’m talking to you.” Prince Silas said as his eyes narrowed slightly at her lack of response.

“I look forward to the day your highness...” Maria replied softly.

Maria stiffened as she saw him approach her and she instinctively flinched and held the sheets closer to her body.

“You really are a dull woman, I should make you walk my palace nude and on a leash to get it into your head...” Prince Silas said as he marched over and tore the sheets off Maria revealing her bare body.

Maria instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands and she found the Prince’s hands at her throat.

“You belong to me, do you understand?” Prince Silas said softly.

“Yes...” Maria whimpered in response as she felt her eyes grow hot with fresh tears.

“Good...” Prince Silas said Maria felt his hand tighten around her throat. She opened her mouth in a gasp and she felt her head being yanked forward. Next thing she felt was his tongue in her mouth, she gagged as his hand tightened and he shoved his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Then in an instant he shoved her head back and she fell back onto the bed. Maria raised her head back as she gasped for breath.

“Do you know why I like you redheads?” Prince Silas asked with a lecherous grin.

Maria just looked at him tearfully and shook her head.

“Because of this.” Prince Silas said as he opened her legs revealing her red swollen nethers and red bush.

“Your bush matches what your hole looks like when I’m done with you.” Prince Silas said with a laugh as he stood up.

“You know it’s a pity that Averlon Princess died. I heard she had a bosom as big as yours when she was 14 winters old.” Prince Silas said as he looked at her small petite chest.

“Ah imagine how her body would have been when she came of age. I would have loved to have my face in her bosom and have your mouth around my cock.” Prince Silas laughed crudely as grabbed his overcoat.

“Well I’ll be back after I kill the Beralis royal line, then you can move to Tralis and we can do this everyday.” Prince Silas said as he walked towards the door and without a backwards glance he left the room leaving her behind like a common whore.

As soon as he left Maria saw the door open again and her handmaidens all came in their eyes filled with concern.

“Princess are you alright?” one of her handmaidens said.

“I’m fine... draw me a bath...” Maria replied softly.

Maria gingerly got off the bed trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. That brute liked pain, he only gave her a potion that stopped pregnancies, no royal wanted bastards afterall. He did nothing for her to make the experience more tolerable. He liked to hear her scream and sob during the act...

Not surprising, House Tralis is called the usurper house for a reason. Their line was born from a mercenary’s rebellion. A nameless mercenary usurped the rightful ruler of Tralis and took their house name for his own a hundred years ago. The stories still spoke of how he and his mercenary company raped their way through the nobility forcing the ladies of the court to give birth to their heirs, who would then take their place. At least it was a quick way to get your officers instated as nobility, even if crude and alienating to the other nations.

He then switched the royal guard and his knight core with his own men to secure his hold on the nation’s military. All the dissenting knights were executed, a few caved and decided to serve the new ruler. Their name was like mud in the eyes of the other royal families, synonyms with bandits made kings. The Tralis’s royal line even had a tradition of collecting beautiful maidens and creating a vast harem. Brutes and scoundrels all of them but Maria supposed she should count herself lucky.

Prince Salis’s father, the current aging king of Tralis had a reputation for beating his partners. At least his son didn’t like too many marks on his toys so he never touched her face or womanly bits. The most he did was slap her rear or choke her...

Some of his father’s concubines have ended up dead...

When Maria got a look at herself in the mirror she felt another fresh wave of tears. Her red hair was a mess and her red eyes held a dull gaze. Her mascara was streaked from her tears and she looked utterly defeated. In the back of her mind Maria wondered how long before she was truly broken by the Prince...

She could only hope her sister nation and the other states of the south could defeat Tralis. If Averlon couldn’t deal with the monster at least it would become Tralis’s problem. Maybe Prince Silas will confuse human conquest and monster hunting...

Maybe he’ll end up as it’s lunch...

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