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When Lust Meets War

Novel By: sineadmc1990
Erotica



IF I GET LESS THAN FIVE (5) COMMENTS I'M DELETING THIS. AGAIN.

There is no porn/erotica until later chapters. You're gonna have to wait.

Its a complicated novel, and I'm still working on it. I keep going back to the early chapters, especially this one. Think of this as erotica but with a decent storyline.

This one novel covers practically every genre. And it even has some Latin phrases. ^_^ View table of contents...


Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Submitted:Dec 10, 2007    Reads: 201    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The Story

Chapter I

Permotio was sitting alone, as always, thinking. The world she had already seen in her twenty years on earth was full of hatred, violence, and malevolence. As one of the minors in the Metuere castle, she was treated like a slave. As a female, she was royalty. As the only daughter of the King and Queen of Metuere, she did not have to do anything she did not want to do. Her brothers did not have this privilege. Women were treated with paramount respect. If a woman wanted to fight, she did. If she wanted to not wear make up for the rest of her days, she did just that. Secretly, Permotio wanted to bring peace to those involved in this war. She knew that speaking words of peace aloud would bring one of the elders down on her like a tonne of bricks. Fear of peace is what caused this war, in Permotio's opinion. She realised that people did not talk of peace during wartime, nor did they talk of war in peacetime.

"Permotio, your father wishes to speak to you. Do you wish me to follow?" Permotio had not noticed the entrance of her loyal servant, Verna. Dressed in the standard midnight blue dress and white shirt, minimal make up, and a small pale blue apron, Verna was the picture of perfection. Her apron matched the little kitten heel shoes she was forced to wear. These shoes were a punishment for those born into slavery. "Ma\'am, he claims it was urgent. It is regarding your plea. Ma\'am, I hate to push you, but your father calls for your presence. Do you wish me to follow?" Permotio glanced up. In her servant\'s eye, Permotio could have sworn that there was a glimmer of fear, or it could have been the candlelight playing on her imagination.

"Indeed, Verna. I shall go. And yes, I do wish you to follow. I would like your advice along the way." Permotio reluctantly slipped into her cape, one of the symbols of her power, as she briskly and proudly walked with Verna to His Majesty's dormitory.

The corridor was, on a normal occasion, out of bounds for all of the Metueres. This was not a normal occasion. For it to be a normal occasion, Cavum would have been asked to collect Permotio. Cavum was Permotio\'s brother. Three years older and much more intellectual than Permotio, Cavum knew what was to be known. If there was something known by any person in the castle, he knew it. Cavum was not, in the slightest, bigheaded. He did not know exactly how much he knew until he was asked about it. Sending Verna meant trouble. This kind of trouble, especially regarding Permotio\'s plea, was on a grand scale. Permotio knocked on the rosewood door three times. Verna stood immediately behind her mistress, clenching her hands tightly. A voice from inside boomed the word enter, so that is what they did.

The room was large and mainly made of rosewood. It was part library - property of Cavum - and part bedroom - property of the King and Queen of the Metueres. Lying on the bed, a fragile old man, just as old as the war, beckoned Permotio and Verna to come closer. Permotio broke the awkward silence. "My dearest Pater, you wished for my presence. It is your daughter, Permotio. For what reason did you send for me?"

The ice-cold blue eyes pierced into Permotio\'s soul, burning deep into her secrets. All she could do was hold the gaze until he spoke. The voice did not suit the man. The man, King of the Metueres, was old and fragile. The voice was as powerful as Cavum\'s, and just as full of knowledge and wisdom. "My Filla, how great it is to see you! How long has it been? Too long, I am sure. It is regarding your plea. How would you like to be my heir? I need someone to take over my place, and Cavum is too smart, Caedes does not respect life, and Fraus cannot be trusted fully. You, Filla, are perfect. The words of the ancients flow through your veins. You are full of passion, just as your name suggests. Have you noticed a link between names of the Metueres, and your lessons in Latin?"

Permotio had. "My name, Pater, and the titles we use, are all of Latin origin. My name means 'passionate'. Pater, why is Latin used? Surely it is the sign of the Odiums? Cavum is knowledgeable, far beyond my own current knowledge. He has taught me a great many things about the Odiums and their beliefs. Pater, they have beliefs similar to our own, if we could just-"

"Silence!" Permotio quietened in disbelief. Her father had never shouted at her before, not even to silence her. Permotio could feel her father\'s spirit rising from the bed and walking around her, as he would have done in his younger years, years she had only heard of through stories. "I have never been so outraged in all my life! How dare you compare our ways to those of the Odiums? Verna, I wish you to leave and call my servant, and do not return. Speak not of this conversation!" Permotio glanced at Verna, who, in all bravery, did not look frightened. She left, leaving Permotio alone with her father.

"Pater, please, I beg for your forgiveness. I only speak the truth to you. I only ask to be heard in full. Grant me this one wish, and then I will act as you ask." Permotio raised her quartz eyes to look at her father. With one swift action, he nodded. "Thank you, sir. Pater, I realise that this is going against all you have wished for me in the past, but I am now of age. I only ask for your support in my actions. Regardless of what you say, I will follow my heart, even if it sends me to my death. I ask for your permission to be an active member of the Metuere military. I care not what you say. I shall follow my heart. I will still be marrying the one you have chosen so carefully for me. By your wish, I will wear purple at my wedding."

"By my wish you say? How can you be so stupid, girl? Purple is the colour of the royalty, of the pure royal blood! If you dare to disgrace your whole family and wear purple, then go now. As for your wish of fighting in the Metuere military, I was planning to ask you to be one of the leaders of the military! How can a daughter of mine, my own Filla, be so hateful? Leave my sight, Permotio, and never call me Pater again! You are no daughter of mine! Leave, before my servant arrives. You bring shame to the Metueres and their allies!"





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