The Darkening

The Darkening The Darkening

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

For as long as anyone can remember, the Kingdoms of Fenris and Heliven have been locked in a merciless and bloody war. It is the hope of both kingdoms that the recent negotiations for peace and the promise of joining them through marriage will be successful, however, things don't always go as planned.

Summary

For as long as anyone can remember, the Kingdoms of Fenris and Heliven have been locked in a merciless and bloody war.

It is the hope of both kingdoms that the recent negotiations for peace and the promise of joining them through marriage will be successful, however, things don't always go as planned.

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Submitted: March 12, 2016

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Summer stood stiff and straight, gritting her teeth against the curses that wanted to pour out of her mouth. She had never, in her life, been more humiliated than she was in that moment.

Stark naked and surrounded by palace tailors and maids, she wanted to scream at them to take their hands off her as they dusted her freckled skin with golden powder and rubbed scented oils into the tuft of hair between her thighs. Even if she did, she knew they would not stop.

No, because today was the day she was to be presented to the King of Fenris.

King Elsus of Fenris was rumored to be a kind and benevolent king, much like her father was to his own people. The problem between their two kingdoms had always been the late King of Fenris, but, with his passing and King Elsus’ ascension to the throne, they had recently entered into peace negotiations. Negotiations that apparently involved the marriage of a Princess of Heliven to the King of Fenris so that the two kingdoms may be joined.

The problem herein lain with the fact that Summer was only seventeen and did not want to be married to some man she had never even met, but it went deeper than that. Summer was not a true princess, simply one of the king’s bastards that was given the ‘luxury’ of being raised in the palace for a good portion of her life. Not that she was permitted to reveal that little bit of information.

The only reason they had even chosen her had been due to the fact that her older half sister was already married and the kingdom of Fenris had no princesses for her half brothers to wed.

“....n’t you look beautiful!”

Summer was pulled from her thoughts by the overtly giddy voice of her mother, her attention drawn to the mirror she had been dragged before. She scarcely even recognized herself.

She was clothed in a flowy violet material that left one golden freckled shoulder bare and clung to the nonexistent thrust of her breasts before swallowing the rest of her small frame in yards of fabric that somehow felt lighter than it looked. A black cord was all that held the dress to her body, looped just under her breasts and the ends left to dangle, to tantalize. Her hair tumbled to her bottom in waves of honeyed rose, left untamed save for the circlet of precious jewels holding back the strands that usually framed her face.

Beautiful was not the word she would use. She was ethereal in a sense, but the sadness present in her eyes and the scars along her arms stole away the word beauty from her mind.

“My beauty is such of a prized stallion,” she murmured, knowing her mother would not understand the true meaning behind her words.

Bridget only laughed, patting her daughter’s head in a manner that might be perceived as loving, though it was more patronizing than anything else. It was as if she was using the gesture to say what she could not out loud; she did not believe her daughter to be on par with such a graceful and beautiful creature. No, all little Summer was to her was a pawn to be used in a game of power and money.

“Yes, well, come along! The carriage is ready to go! We’ve only been waiting on you, sweet one!”

The way her mother spoke had Summer biting her tongue to keep quiet. The only reason they had yet to set off for the Kingdom of Fenris was due to the servants the daft woman had hired to dress and adorn her with all this nonsense.


Still, she followed after her mother without a word like the obedient little pawn she was.


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