Realms of Aevernon: To Velcia's Credit...
A Dragonborn heiress to a kingdom, thrown out into the world on her own
“Illyssandria! You can’t keep your costumer waiting like this!” Creesha yells through the closed door. Good Lords, this girl takes forever.
The door opens quickly as two girls bolt out. Both are about nineteen, one has shoulder length brown hair and gem-green eyes. The other has waist length silver-white hair with the purple eyes that mark an heir to the throne. The fact that she is the King’s daughter has yearned her many customers. One such customer is waiting for her in “her” room. It is the same room where she takes all of her costumers. The room is decorated in silver, gold, and blue; prefect to act as a backdrop for her. The King pays for everything for her just as he does for her mother. This is only until one of his legitimate children bares an heir. Once that occurs, the responsibility of her will pass to one of her customers.
“We’re sorry, Madam Creesha.” The girls say in unison as they stop before the ageing Madam. They hold each other’s hands, as they burst into giggles.
“Who is the man waiting for Dria?” Lena excitement shows at the thought of having a different man wanting each. She was not born into the brothel as Illyssandria was, but an illegitimate child of one of the local nobles. He thought the child from his mistress would be a nice addition to Creesha’s girls.
Creesha’s brothel was the only one that serviced nobles alone. The women in her house were mostly mistresses or children of nobles. The mistresses have everything paid for by their nobles. The children are paid for by their noble parents until they have someone claim them. Lena already has a noble claiming her. Illyssandria cannot be claimed until one of the king’s legitimate children marries and has children. So until then, she will entertain anyone willing to pay the price of sleeping with the king’s daughter.
“It’s Johen, heir to the dukedom of Loreschester. The Duke of Loreschester has the second largest estate in the kingdom and a seat on the Counsel. If you do well Illyssandria once the King has grandchildren, the young man might become you benefactor.”
The girls giggle again. Lena starts to run off, pulling Dria behind her. Creesha looks after the two girls. Under the sheer fabric of their bodices, a tattoo can be seen on each of their right shoulders. The tattoos prevent pregnancy. The tattoo can be altered to allow the woman to get pregnant, but until then, Creesha makes each of the girls in her house get them. The only girl not to bear the tattoo is Raeana. This was the King’s command.
“Johen! I hear he is endowed!” Lena squeals. “Dria you are lucky not be tied to anyone. Having the same man is boring after a time.” Lena continues to pull Illyssandria down the hall.
She looks back at Illyssandria and runs into a man. Lowing her head without looking, she moves into a curtsey. “I’m sorry, my lord. Please forgive my clumsiness.”
Illyssandria curtseys to the man, but unlike her friend, she does not bow her head. She looks into the mirrored purple eyes of her half-brother.
“Illyssandria, your friend should be more careful.” Serran’s voice echoes through the hallway.
“My lord, Lena is just excitable and forgot to look where she was walking. Please forgive her.” Illyssandria eyes do not waver from her brother’s.
Serran looks at the brown haired girl. He places his hands on her shoulders, slowly he pulls to standing. He looks into her green eyes. “She is a lovely girl.” He hands her hand in his. He brings the small hand to his lips and places a chaste kiss on the knuckles. “You should be more careful. We wouldn’t want such a beauty to get injured.”
Illyssandria stands quickly. She takes Lena’s arm and continues to move down the hall. “We have costumers to see, Lena, and you have a master. The Heir-Prince isn’t in the market for a mistress yet.”
“Dria, you are older than him and you have the royal eyes, why are you not the heir to the throne?”
“I was born to a whore. If I would take the throne, I would be a slave to it forced to marry whoever was picked for me and force to bear children. That’s the worst fate I could ever think for myself. I’m happy that I have everything here. I place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to sleep. My mother is even here. What more could I ask for?”
“Freedom? A chance to love someone who doesn’t pay for it.”
Illyssandria laughs, a musical sound. “If I had that freedom, what would I have? Hardships beyond anything I could imagine. Come on we must go to our customers.”
Moving in front of a door, Illyssandria places her hand on the doorknob. She opens the door to reveal a man reclining on the bed. She pulls Lena in front of her and gently pushes her into the room. Quickly she closes the door. She sighs to herself. It is just another day. She moves down the hall to the room where her customer is waiting for her.
She opens the her door. Instead of reclining on the bed, he is starting out the window. “My lord,” she says with a bow.
“Illyssandria, you are higher ranking that I am. I should bow to you.” He moves to bow.
“My lord, our King may be my father but I do not have station. I’m the daughter of a whore and a whore is what I am.”
“There come be a time when you are more than a whore. Wouldn’t want to be more than this.” He gestures to the room. “Wouldn’t you like to know what it’s like to wear real clothes?” He takes hold of the sheer fabric. “I would want more than this.”
“Johen, it is all I’ve ever known. How could I want more?” She moves to her toes to kiss him.
“What if you could be queen?” He whispers against her lips. He wraps his arms around her and lifts into the air.
She squeals as her feet leave the ground. “Johen, stop it! Please, put me down.”
Johen spinning her in the air as he moves to the bed. “Would you want to be queen, if you could?” He lowers her to the bed.
“Johen,” she moves her hands to his tunic, “enough talk of me being queen. The dream I want most is the dream of my mother.”
“What dream is that?”
“I want to feel the wind under my arms.” She removes the tunic. “I want the sky!” She starts laughing.
He leans down to place a kiss on her lips. “You could be queen and all you want the sky. You are the oddest girl”
“Illyssandria!” The door busts open as Raeana runs inside. “Dria, you have to leave!”
Johen stands as Illyssandria sits up. “Mother, what’s wrong?”
Raeana rushes to the bed “You’re father’s dead. The Counsel’s coming for you. My lord, you must help get her out of here.” She takes Illyssandria’s hand. She pulls her daughter from the bed.
Johen stops Raeana from taking Illyssandria. “Raeana, my father’s on the Counsel. There’s has”
“My lord, the queen and most of the children are dead as well. All the guards in the city have been called to the castle to find the murderer. ”
Outside the room, a scream echoes through the building.
“That sounded like Lena.” Illyssandria pushes past Raeana into the hall. Running down the hall, Illyssandria sees Lena sitting on the floor starting into a room.
“Lena, what happened?” She kneels next to the girl.
Lena turns and looks at her friend with wide eyes. “He’s dead. Dria, your brother’s dead.”
Illyssandria turns, looking into the room. A young man is lying on the bed naked, his purple eyes staring into the hall.
“Mother, Serran’s dead.”
“No, no, no. Illyssandria, you have to get out of here. You are the in grave danger. You know what the Counsel will do.” Raeana tries to pull Illyssandria to her feet.
Johen places his hands on Raeana’s. “Nothing is going to happen to Dria.”
“What do you think, child? That the Counsel will choose you for King? That you could rule this kingdom the way they want it?”
“I’m in line to a seat of on the Counsel.” Johen looks into Raeana.
“That doesn’t matter. You are not on the Counsel. Johen, we have to get her out of here now.” She pulls Illyssandria to her feet. “Please, can you help her out of the city? She isn’t safe. Please, Johen.”
Johen puts his arms around Illyssandria. “I’ll protect her with my life.”
Raeana looks at the body lying on the bed. “Just get her out of the city. Illyssandria,” she looks at her daughter and speaks the language only dragons know, “go to the north. Seek out the dragons.”
“I hear guards. Dria we have to leave.” He pulls her away from her mother.
He guides her down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the backdoor. Holding her hand, he runs down the cobblestone streets.
“Find the whore!”
` Johen stops running. Turning to face Illyssandria, he takes her face in his is hands. “Dria, do you trust me? Do you completely trust me?”
“Johen, I trust you. Please don’t let them get me. I don’t want to be a slave queen.”
Johen kissing her deeply. “Follow me.” He turns down a side street.
“Where are going? The city walls are the other way.”
“Trust me.” He continues to pull her down the alley.
“Johen, the guards!” Illyssandria tries to pull away, but his grip is too tight. He pulls he to the guards.
“I have her! I have Illyssandria!” Johen pulls her in front of him and pushes her towards the guards.
“Johen! What are” Panic fills Illyssandria as the guards move closer.
“Get her!” The guards draw their weapons.
The panic inside Illyssandria turns to a startling calm. Her mind focuses on the guards running towards her. Something inside her snaps as air wavers with power as the guards are knocked backwards. Taking the few moments where they are shocked, she jumps to her feet and runs.