The Palace of the king.      "We'd like to see the king."     One of the two ladies said to the guards standing at the door of the king's castle. Her brown pupils ran through the face of the long-faced guard.      "What for? The king is no flimsy man and would revere every of the minutes spent with him."    The other guard picked his turn,    "Plus we are now in a trying time. The king wouldn't fancy the businesses of whores."     The other lady who seemed to wear the sharp stare landed a slap on the face of the warrior who had called them whores.        The guard almost knocked the lady out, but the other lady grabbed the thrusted hand of the guard and bent it, twisting the spine. The fellow wrenched in pain.       Suddenly the door to the palace opened immediately a

     Towards the Palace.       "Who do I see?"     The guard stopped talking for a while. One of two guards who were always at the gate of the castle. Those same two guards who had had a clash with the two sisters who had visited the palace earlier that day.      "Not anyone presently. Used to see Taoma and Ruiti and Veilma, and Miatla and --"     The first guard snapped at the fool making a list,   "Would you just shut the fuck up and look towards the direction of my face?"     The second guard looked towards the direction the first guard had been looking at. His jaw dropped as he muttered,     "Gods be damned. Isn't that the king?"     He pointed at the man dressed in blue royal apparel and was staggering towards the castle. His form was not in its full fledged yet, so they couldn

     Inside the tree. On a bed. "Do not say a thing."Vulcan's voice authoritative, yet tampered with compassion and concern. His eyes tracing the curves of Ayla's face. She was lying on the bed. Prium was seating on one of the stools in the room to the end of the space by the entrance. She was reading indifferently from a scroll. Vulcan didn't know why she had come into Ayla's room if she knew she wasn't going to be of any help to her. The Prium lady could be some big big dick. Occasionally she would look away from the scroll up to see where on Ayla's body, Vulcan's  hand was touching. You could tell even without an expertise that jealousy was her reason for being in the room. But Vulcan didn't know why she was still persistent. He had made himself clear to her several minutes ago. He wished he could send her away but that would be ridiculous. He couldn't do that. He didn't have the mind for

     At the Palace. "I call this meeting firstly to discuss with you chiefs before I take it to the populace."She started, picking each of the five chiefs in her curious gaze. Especially that one chief who wouldn't help but rant if he had the knowledge of what she was about to say. "We're at your service, my princess."That same man she feared said, his bulky eyes lapping on her guts. She wished he could just stop looking at her. Even though she hadn't said a thing, it felt to her like that chief already knew what she was about to say. "Thank you."She hesitated, thinking of the appropriate way to start the conversation. Or say, the intended. "The king as we all know is worthy of our references and reverence. Knowing fully well what he had done both for us and this great land."She paused again, as that chief snapped,"We do not need to be reminded of that, my princess."Obv

    Inside a tree.  "Now that all the work is done, what stays you yet, Ayla?" Prium shot at the indifferent Ayla. All Vulcan did was supplant his rude and mean stare on Prium. After all he had done to her and made her seen for herself, she yet wouldn't leave and would keep constituting the nuisances she thought she had her grasp on? "You don't get to choose who stays or leave, Prium. You might as well leave if you're tired of being here." Vulcan found his words, but Prium seemed like a rock which bounced back whatever got to her. She didn't seem beaten nor moved. She said, "Was only saying, she should leave and go and call her mistress, afterall she is a slave all along." Vulcan slapped her and she was so shocked. She didn't expect it. Like when a rollercoaster which seemed to had been mute, out of nowhere, from behind you knocked you out.  "Say one more thing about her and you would get another. Gone are t