Amethyst Dane

Amethyst Dane

Trying to rekindle the fires of a once passionate writer.

A Song For Snow (Pt 5)

Edwin and Fána returned through the library window and entered the hidden room. Fána finally got a chance to take it all in. The bookshelves were completely packed from top to bottom with tomes. All on different subjects, some so old and worn that they fell apart as she touched them.

“What exactly do you study Edwin?” Fána asked, her eyes full of curiosity.

“Mainly plants, I really like medicines and making poultices for ailments. I have always enjoyed learning about them.” He said a shy smile on his face.

On his desk there was a book on mushroom types open. Fána took a look at the pictures of the various types and noticed they were all poisonous. Edwin scratched his head and got nervous, “I-uh also study poisons.” He said trying to clean up the mess of notes.

Trying to change the subject, Edwin looked at Fána and asked, “What do you like to study?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it studying, but I do have a natural talent for magic.” She replied.

Edwin’s eyes went wide, “You must know that magic is forbidden!” He didn’t seem mad or upset, mostly worried. “Templar’s hunt down mages who practice magic outside of their order. I also know they do not tolerate elves and tend to be more lenient to human mages. That being said, you have to show me what you can do!” Edwin couldn’t contain his excitement.

Without a response Fána held out her right hand, she then laid her left hand on top of her right. She closed her eyes and focused on the bitter cold of winter. How it felt on her nose, her ears and the sensation it brought to each part of her body. Within moments her hands had a tiny ice storm inside of them. She created a sphere and the blizzard whizzed around her palms and fingers.

Her concentration was intense, she kept her magic from leaving her hands and she continued growing the intensity of the storm. The magic wandered up her arms and to her neck. It gave her a frozen and mythical aura. Edwin reached out to touch the storm and Fána protected him from the ice.

“How are you doing this?” Edwin asked. “Such power would take years to develop and the amount of concentration and mana must be astronomical.”

Fána took her time calming the storm down so she could speak to him again. Once the storm faded she opened her eyes and said, “I have been training my whole life. My people are very powerful mages, we don’t feel cold and can withstand any frozen terrain. My kin usually start learning magic as soon as they develop their powers and for me that was when I was born.”

Edwin was speechless, so Fána continued talking.

“You see, when I was born I was already able to control the clouds. It is actually how I got my name. My mother saw me moving them with my eyes and laughing at them. It’s not often a newborn has such adept magic ability.” Fána sighed, she definitely exerted herself showing off to Edwin. She held her head feeling like she may faint.

Edwin came to her side, “Maybe we should get you something to eat, the cooks should be getting things ready right about now.” He then laid a hand on Fána’s soft and ice cold shoulder. “We should keep your abilities a secret. I think you should not speak, I hate to ask it, but I want you to stay safe. It would be understandable if you knew no English. If you speak to them use only elvish. Then, when we are together you can talk as much as you like, I promise. I hate to use such strict rules but I know that this way you will stay by my side.” He then laid his hand on hers promising to take care of her.

Fána nodded in agreement, she knew that was the best thing for both of them. “We will talk more about your powers later, we should go get some food so you can recover some energy.” Edwin walked with Fána back to his chambers.

“I almost forgot to mention, in your room there are clothes for you hanging up. I will wait for you in my room, take your time, my lady.” Edwin said giving her a polite bow.

Fána smiled back with a bow as well. “I will return quickly, my lord.” She relished the reddening of his face.

She had missed the lavishly styled room last night out of sheer exhaustion, but now in the light of the morning she could see how gorgeous it was. The room was made up for a Princess, which made her wonder if this used to be Edwin’s sisters room. She found the vanity, it had many little perfume bottles and make up powders all lined up in a row. Looking in the mirror she was surprised at how healthy she was. Her skin shined bright and vibrant in the reflection.

Heading to the closet Fána gasped at all the clothing options. The outfits were endless and she had a hard time choosing just one. She also had no idea what morning wear looked like in a castle. Hoping for the best she chose a white long sleeved dress and an emerald overcoat. The overcoat was adjustable and easy to fit her. She spent a few minutes tying and untying the various areas until it felt snug. The only one she couldn’t reach was on her back.

Before leaving the room, Fána stopped at the vanity and tried one of the powders. It felt nice and soft on her cheek and gave her a rosy look. She tried a balm on her lips, they looked so pink and smooth. It gave her complexion some depth. She then ran a comb through her long silver hair and dashed out the door and back to Edwin.

Edwin was surprised at how fast she reappeared. He hopped off his bed and approached her, she looked breathtaking. He also realized she was wearing makeup and it made his face turn a deep shade of red. “How do I look?” Fána asked spinning around. Edwin wasn’t sure exactly how to respond. He wanted to flatter her constantly but he knew that may scare her.

“You look lovely.” He finally said after a moment, considering his choice of words. Fána’s face lit at his kindness.

“I do need a bit of help,” The young elf said turning to show him the back of the dress. “could you lace me up?” She asked.

Edwin’s fingers trembled as he tried his best to tighten the laces on the back of her neck. Her skin was so soft and cool to the touch. He then worked his way to the laces on her backside. He fumbled with each knot and felt utterly helpless with such a gorgeous being in front of him. After struggling for a few moments he finally got it tied tightly for Fána.

Trying not too stare for too long Edwin asked, “Are you ready to head back downstairs?”

Fána put on a tough look and inhaled deeply. “I’m ready!“

Edwin laughed and took her hand as they exited the room together. She finally got a glimpse at the upstairs castle, Fána then noticed that Edwin had the entire floor to himself! As they approached the lower floor, the mood shifted and it became heavily guarded again. “This floor has my fathers bedchambers on it, along with my sisters. It’s very well guarded, mainly because of Simon.” Edwin said rolling his eyes. Fána stuck out her tongue as he said Simon and they both giggled.

Going down yet another floor, Edwin explained the majority of the guard barracks were located here. She was wondering how many floors were left. Thankfully, the main floor was right under it. Fána let out a sigh of relief, her stomach was very hungry.

Walking down the hallway hand in hand, they bumped into Simon. “Well don’t you two look cute.” He said with annoyance staring at Fána. He looked very hungover and unlike his usual put together self.

They brushed passed him and into the master dining room. Simon scoffed and followed behind. The whole room smelled amazing as they went to take a seat at the enormous dining table. Already porridges, fresh fruits, eggs, bread, baked sweets and plenty of meats lined the table. Fána was trying not too drool on the carpet.

Edwin went to reach for some porridge for the two, and before he could grab it, Simon snatched it out of his hand. “Let me serve you.” He said with a smile.

Edwin was pissed at this, but didn’t want to cause a scene. Simon slowly scooped out a generous portion of the porridge and approached Fána with it. He leans over her, pressing himself tightly against Fána as he lets it slowly slide out of the ladle. Her eyes go wide, and she tries her best to move closer against the table, it does nothing to make him stop. Edwin is seething at this point and trying his best to contain an outburst.

After an excruciating amount of time watching him rub up against Fána, Simon drops the dish on the table in front of Edwin. “I’m sure you can get your own.” Simon runs his hand through his hair, winking at Fána.

Edwin, trying his best not to use Simon as a punching bag, scoops out his own porridge. He then retrieves the fruits and portions out some berries for both himself and Fána. She nods at Edwin thanking him silently. As they continue grabbing foods, the King enters the room with Victoria. Simon smiles watching his wife enter the room and his face takes on a softer look.

Edwin and Fána both stand as the King and Princess approach the table and are seated. The two then sit back down, and immediately start eating. Fána had never had porridge before, but it was warm and smelled good. Edwin poured some honey on top and added some of the berries. He told her it made the porridge a bit sweeter. She took a spoonful and tasted it and was surprised at how light and delicious it was. She couldn’t hold back and began eating quickly.

Fána was so invested in her meal she wasn’t expecting Simon to sit down next to her. As she ate happily, something began to tickle her leg. She moved it a bit to shake it off but the tickle kept on. She finally took her hand to scratch her leg and realized it was Simon. His hand was on her knee, underneath her dress. She slowly turned to Simon, his face was the epitome of normal as he silently ate his meal.

His hand creeped further up her leg and was approaching her inner thigh. She was having a hard time pretending this was normal. She looked over at Edwin begging him to notice she was being felt up. He didn’t and all she could do was hope that Simon lost his nerve before she did.

Fána, not giving up yet, decided to pick up his hand and toss it off of her. He took this opportunity to grab her wrist and move it to his inner thigh. Fána’s face turned crimson as he moved her hand on top of his pants. Edwin, finally realizing something was amiss, walked up behind Simon and dumped the remnants of his porridge on Simon’s head.

“Enjoying yourself?” Edwin asked a giant smirk on his face. Simon pushed Fána away, but he couldn’t cause a scene without explaining the porridge on his head.

“You little shit.” Simon said, his hair and face had porridge and berries dripping from it. He then took the bowl off his head and threw it at Edwin. Simon left quickly, his cheeks red with anger.

Edwin laughed and taunted him as he left, “Hey Simon you got something on your face!” He said it loud enough so his father and sister could hear.

Fána thanked Edwin softly and quickly finished the rest of her meal.

“Is everything okay over here?” Edwin and Fána were startled at the words of the Princess behind them.

“Oh, yes, I-uh accidentally got some porridge on Simon.” Edwin said with a shy laugh.

“Edwin, you know better than to play tricks on Simon. You are a Prince! You should start acting like one.” She scolded him and grabbed his ear.

He fell easily to her lecture and hung his head looking very guilty. “You are right, I will go apologize to him.” Edwin left running after Simon.

Fána felt very uncomfortable under the upset Princesses gaze. “Your name is Snow right?” Victoria asked putting her hands on the young elf’s chair. Fána stayed silent, she was pretending not to understand.

The Princess bent down and whispered in her ear, “Simon has told me all about you. Apparently he is smitten. My husband gets what he wants and you will be his. If you want to stay in this castle you will sneak out of your room tonight and meet us in our chambers.” The hair on Fána’s neck stood on end as Victoria said these words.

The Princess then put her hand on top of Fána’s head and ran her fingers through her long silver hair. “Such a beautiful snow elf. I look forward to our meeting tonight.” Victoria then kissed the top of Fána’s head and walked away.

Fána was trying her best not to run as fast as she could away from this castle. The King was still at the table and she didn’t want to upset him. Edwin finally returned to the table after a few minutes with a sour look on his face.

“Well that backfired splendidly.” He said with a dejected look. Fána wanted to talk to Edwin and tried to whisper to him. The Prince put his finger on his lips to quiet her. She badly needed to explain what just happened with Victoria.

Suddenly the King got up and approached the two, “Are you ready Edwin? I told you today we would be hunting.” The King playfully rocked the Princes chair trying to get him to move.

“Of course father, can I bring my lady?” Edwin said looking at Fána.

The King let out a hearty laugh. “The hunting grounds are no place for a woman. You should have her help out at the stables or clean your chambers.”

Edwin let out a sigh, he knew it was no use arguing. “I will take my lady to the stables and meet you back here in a few minutes.” The young Prince bowed to his father and took Fána’s hand. He then led her out of the room.

“Edwin I need to talk to you!” Fána whispered with urgency. On the way to the stables she quickly and quietly explained the encounter with Victoria. Edwin wasn’t sure how to accept that his sister also knew about Simon’s perverted actions.

They arrived at the stables, “When I get back we will come up with a plan. I will make sure that nothing happens to you.” Edwin took her hands in his and he kissed the top of them. “I will be back by dusk, my lady.” The young Prince bowed.

“I will be waiting, my lord.” She bowed and replied, a blush spreading across her face.

Fána watched as Edwin walked away, every bone in her body wanted to follow him. She knew he would be back before long, she just hoped in that time she would be safe from Simon and Victoria.

A Song For Snow (Pt 4)

It all felt like a strange blur to her, but she was fairly certain she passed at least a dozen rooms and went up a few flights of stairs. Edwin walked with her, holding her up each step of the way. She remembered the kitchen and the smell of the food being prepared. She also saw a few of the female guests crowding around the guards barracks.

Snow yawned loudly as they entered the room that was to be hers. She didn’t notice a thing about it, not even the bed. Edwin helped her lay down on it and before he could say good night she was already out. He blew out the candle and shut her door, returning to his room.

Snow dreamed vividly that night. In her vision she was being chased by Simon, he was fast but she was faster. They weren’t inside of a castle, but in a forest. The woods of her people. She hid away from him but he wouldn’t stop searching for her. His cries for her we’re loud and distorted.

As she runs from tree to tree, Simon spots her and lunges forward, grabbing her ankle. Snow cries out hitting the ground. Branches crack as she lands hard on her stomach. He laughs madly and straddles her waist, sitting on top of her. She tries to push him away, but he’s so heavy. He’s suffocating her with his presence. She screams into the forest for help.

Edwin arrives on a white horse, sword drawn. He then challenges Simon to a fight. Snow takes this opportunity to run away as the two duel. Deeper into the forest the mist grows thick. Why does it smell like death here? She then sees the bodies of her people, all massacred before her.

The young elf jolts out of a sound sleep. Tears flowing from her eyes. The dream sticking with her deeply, she wonders if any of her family members still live. The early colors of dawn can be seen from her window. Snow gets out of bed and looks outside, admiring the sunrise. She had never been able to see it before now.

“Good morning my lady.” Edwin said softly. She turned around suddenly, not expecting his presence. “I am sorry my lady, I did not mean to scare you.” He apologized bowing gently.

Snow bowed back, it wasn’t Edwin’s fault she was on high alert. It was the vivid dream she had and the castle that took her away from her home. Edwin approached her, “Would you like a better view of the Sunrise?” He asked a kind smile on his face.

She quickly nodded with enthusiasm. Edwin laughed and reached his hand out for hers, she eagerly accepted. On the other side of his master bedroom was a hidden door. Inside was a library of considerable size and it had a big, beautiful window. Edwin approached the glass, opening it up for the young elf. She followed him and saw the metal roof top terrace.

The sunrise reflected off the metal roof. She stood in awe at the bright, glowing colors it displayed. Edwin waved for her to follow as they approached the top of the tower. Snow realized as she stepped onto the terrace that it didn’t just show off an amazing view of the sunrise but the entire premises. Her jaw dropped from all of its splendor.

“This is where I spend most of my time, I use it especially inbetween study sessions.”Edwin said playing with his messy hair. He then sat down on a gorgeously carved wooden bench. Snow followed and sat down next to him. She felt the smooth, cold touch of the engravings in the bench. Then she turned her attention back to the sunrise.

They sat for a moment in silence, just taking it all in. Edwin finally broke the silence, “My lady, can you speak?”

Snow took a deep breath and opened her mouth, “I can.” Her voice was soft, spoken like a melody, there is a forgotten accent in her words.

Edwin wasn’t expecting a response. He focused on Snow intently. “I would love to learn more about you.” He inched closer to her on the bench.

“Well, I guess I’m most curious, why do you keep calling me ‘my lady?’” Her eyes asked him just as much as her tongue did.

Edwin blushed, “Well uh-it came to my attention that your real name most likely is not Snow. I did not know what to call you in the interim, so I decided to call you ‘my lady.’ I guess it felt natural.” He said trying not to sound too nervous.

This caused her to blush as well. His consideration of her well being was starting too confuse and attract her. This was such a new feeling. She never had a protector, no one who doted on her or even made her feel remotely like a lady before now.

“M-my name is Fána.” She finally spoke after a moment of silence. Her eyes were looking down at her hands while she said it. She felt too embarrassed to look at him directly right now.

“That may be the most precious name I have ever heard.” Edwin blurted out. “The way you say words, it kind of tickles me. In my ears and in my brain. It is like a lulaby mixed with a symphony. When I pronounce it, is it more like fah-nah or fay-nah? I want to make sure I say it correctly.” He was entranced by her wholly and utterly.

Fána giggled. “It’s pronounced Fay-nah by my people. It means cloud. When I was born, there were huge fluffy clouds in the sky. My mother looked up with me in her arms and knew it was a sign. It’s actually how a lot of our people are given their names, from the world around us.”

Edwin was tearing up as Fána explained the story of her birth. She was surprised at his emotion. Almost all elves believe humans to be quite emotionless and disinterested in things that didn’t concern them.

“I-if you are to call me ‘my lady,’ would I be able to call you, ‘my lord?’” Fána pressed her two pointer fingers together as she asked. Her cheeks were bright crimson.

Edwin looked somberly at her, “I am not sure I am fit to be a Lord.” He said, a deep sadness in his voice.

Fána put her hand gently on top of his. “I am but a snow elf, and the kindness you’ve shown me is absolutely worthy of Lordliness.” She wasn’t sure if that was a word, but she thought it sounded nice. English wasn’t exactly her first language, after all.

Edwin chuckled at her use of lordliness. “My family and I are sort of at odds. You see, in order to be a Lord you have to be handsome, strong and able to lead. I am none of those things. I feel that I am awkward, small and certainly not a leader. My father gifted you to me, hoping that my male awakening would bring out a man in me.”

Fána’s hand was tightly holding his at this point as he continued talking about his family. Edwin let out a long low sigh. “Even though I am next in line for the throne, I know I will never get a chance. Simon is competing against me for my Fathers favor. He is everything I am not, after all. He has given my Father heirs, he has married my sister and given the man an entire army. I am surprised my Father has not gotten rid of me at this point.” He hung his head and she saw a steady stream of tears fall on his lap.

His golden brown wavy hair hung in front of his eyes as he cried. She could tell this had been heavy on his shoulders for a long time. He was so young, she couldn’t imagine that kind of pressure.

“Edwin, you don’t need to be any of those things to be a good King. You can lead in any way you want and I think that you are so much more than Simon could ever be. A good King needs to only care for his people to make an impact.” Fána said this with unwavering conviction.

Edwin lifted his head up just far enough to look into her eyes. They sparkled into his with passion and determination. It made him feel like he could do anything.

“You may be the greatest birthday present I have ever received.” Edwin said laughing and squeezing her hand. He still had tears in his eyes, but they were happy now. Fána instilled in him compassion for himself and it helped him understand that he wasn’t alone. They sat in silence again staring out at the gorgeous sunrise, the sun slowly moving high across the sky. It wouldn’t be long before the day started for the rest of the castle.

A Song For Snow (Pt 3)

Edwin turned around sighing loudly. He sat down on the bed and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. “We should try to get this over with quickly.” He said unable to make eye contact.

Snow cautiously approached him on the bed, she gulped and started taking off her blouse. She then pulled down her skirt. Within moments they were both naked in front of each other.

Edwin’s mouth dropped, as he saw her unclothed. Her skin shimmered from the moonlight peeking through the window. The candles gave her an incandescent glow. She blushed, feeling his gaze so intensely on her.

He raised a hand to touch her skin. His warm touch on her stomach. Her skin was cool and soft. Edwin’s face flushed in response and he lost his composure. Unable to continue Edwin stuttered his sentences. “W-we w-will h-have to m-m-make n-noises.”

Snow tilted her head, she wasn’t sure what that meant. “Y-you k-know t-to g-get them to b-believe we…..” He said awkwardly trailing off.

Snow’s eyes widened as she figured it out. Edwin was still sitting on the bed, so she joined him. Together they jumped on the bed, making what they both believed to be noises of pleasure. Snow tried not to giggle, she had never jumped on a bed before, and it was so much fun. After a few minutes they were both red faced, their hair messy and wild.

Snows tangled silver long locks were glimmering. Her face was rosy and happy, Edwin couldn’t help but be entranced.

Out of breath the two hopped off the bed and redressed. Edwin then looked at Snow and immediately started laughing. She shot the Young Prince a confused smile. “I have just realized we did not need to get undressed in order to do what we just did.” Snow’s eyes grew wide and then she too started giggling.

Suddenly Edwin’s face became more serious. “I am glad though, you are so beautiful. I just want you to know, I will never hurt you. If you are to be mine, I want you to be safe.”

Snow didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t expecting such kindness from a human. She bowed deeply, showing her respect, her pink eyes smiled at him. He smiled back and then walked to the door and loudly banged on it. “I am a man.” Edwin exclaimed with pride.

She was very happy she didn’t have to go through with such a barbaric ritual. Edwin was much more than meets the eye. Within a few minutes the door unlocked and they were both finally free to leave. Both Edwin and Snow came out looking like two rosy cheeked paramours.

Everyone cheered and drank to Edwin. All the men in the room came up and congratulated the young Prince. She overheard lots of questions on what it was like to bed an Elf. He responded stoically and with the utmost respect to Snow. “She is incredible, words cannot describe her beauty.”

The King interjected overhearing his comment, “Don’t fall in love with her son, shes certainly not a Queen or Princess.”

Edwin looked upset at this comment, “You said she is mine to do with as I please.”

The King played with his beard unsure of what to say next. “We will talk more about this later.” He finally replied waving his hand.

The festivities continued as the King went back to his seat. Edwin sighed looking over at Snow, “I should return to my seat as well.” He looked so disinterested in his party. When they were both jumping on the bed his face was full of delight.

Snow watched Edwin walk away. She then felt someone press up against her from behind. They ran their hands down her body, feeling her curves. She wanted to turn around but they held onto her hips. They smelled of alcohol and it made her stomach churn.

“I’ve returned my Snowflake.” Simon said slurring his words as he whispered in her ear. All of the hair on the back of her neck raised. “Come with me.” He whispered taking her hand. He pulled her through the crowd of people. She tried her best to resist, but he was far stronger.

At this point in the night almost every guard was stationed near the party. The hallways were barren, it was just Simon and the young Elf. He suddenly pushed her up against the wall, kissing on her neck. Snow gasped, she had never felt such heat coming from a man before. His kisses were fast and passionate going up her neck to her ear.

He was making his way to her lips. She didn’t know how to stop him and she could tell he was enjoying himself. His body was pressed so tightly against hers, it left little to the imagination.

Simon then tilted her chin up to look into his eyes. Snow was clearly scared and confused, she was feeling all sorts of new sensations. “The more you look at me like that, the more I want to make you mine.” He lusted for her so badly.

“SIMON!” Shouted a familiar voice.

Both the Elf and Simon turned to see Edwin in the hallway. “What are you doing with Snow!? She is my friend, you will NOT treat her like a thing you can take advantage of!” Edwin furiously chastised Simon.

Simon’s mouth was agape, “Your f-friend!? Edwin she is an elf, she’s not meant to be your friend. She’s here for cleaning and pleasure!” He laughed at Edwin’s display of male superiority.

Edwin rolled his eyes, “That’s fine, I think my sister would like to know how you have been treating Snow.” He folded his arms staring daggers into Simon.

“You little bastard, you wouldn’t.” Simon glared back his eyes glossy from drinking.

“If I see you touch Snow again, I will not only tell Victoria, I will also tell my father.” Edwin proclaimed with a fierceness that made her shudder.

“Hah, maybe you are a man after all.” Simon said and kissed the tip of his finger laying it gently on Snow’s lips. He turned around and let out a sickeningly loud laugh as he walked back to the party.

“Snow are you okay!?” Edwin asked as soon as Simon left.

Snow slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Her legs giving out. She felt absolutely exhausted and defeated. Water filled her eyes, she couldn’t keep up her strong front anymore.

Edwin knelt down and placed a kind hand on her shoulder, “Let me show you to your room. I feel like that will make you feel better.” He smiled and it immediately lifted her spirits.

Edwin stood up and laid his hand out for her to take. She took it, feeling how warm and strong it was. He helped her up and steadied her. “You can lean on me, I know it has been a tough day.”

Snow wrapped her arm around his and he gently guided her to where she would be sleeping. This day just kept getting longer and she was greatly looking forward to the sweet release of sleep.

A Song For Snow (Pt 2)

Her hands still bound, Arthur led her out of the holding cell. The cells were damp, musty and full of rodents. She felt badly for the creatures held down here. She saw elves, dwarves, orcs and even other humans all chained up, some badly beaten. These nobles, whoever they are, were skilled trackers.

Arthur trudged past a group of guards on watch. “Going up?” Asked one of the guards.

“Yep, this one is for Edwin’s party tonight.” Arthur chuckled giving her a push. The guard just shook his head and unlocked the door for us. This place was well guarded and heavily protected. There were easily ten guards keeping an eye on this area.

They continued out of the cells and past a storage area, the smell of cooked foods drifted into her senses as they approached the stairs. She couldn’t help but salivate, how long had it been since she last ate?

Upwards they climbed, the smell of food had her stomach growling for sustenance. Reaching the top, the hallways were lined with red banners all of them had a white horse carrying a knight. Guards were stationed at every exit and entrance. She felt on high alert around so many guards in thick armor. It reminded her that one wrong move could mean her demise.

Down another hallway this time passing servants. They gawked at the young Snow Elf, whispering to each other as they passed by. Finally they entered a massive room. The room was meant for dining and entertaining, there was so much food. She had never seen anything quite like it before. Each table had elaborate spreads, from roasted duck to sweet ham. There were hundreds of dishes and she was drawn fo the food, but before she could head over to a table Arthur stopped her.

He took her hands and cut the ropes. “Now I’m taking this off, but just know if you don’t behave for the young master, you will be put back in the cells for the rest of your life.” She took a deep breath, her pink eyes told him she would be on her best behavior. Elves live incredibly long lives, she couldn’t imagine spending all of her days in a cell.

With her hands free she approached the table closest to her and grabbed a piece of the roasted duck. The warm juices ran down her face and she savored every bite. “My my, someone’s hungry.” Said an all too familiar voice.

Simon was quickly patting her face with a cloth handkerchief, catching all of the mess she made. She remembered the words he said to her in the holding cell. Simon winked reading her mind. He wagged his finger as he whispered, “I’m on my best behavior as well. See that beautiful woman over there? That’s my beloved wife, and the little ones are our children.” She was taken aback, she didn’t think a man like Simon would be wed, let alone have children.

His wife was gorgeous, long golden brown wavy hair with chestnut colored eyes. She doted on the little ones who couldn’t be more than nine and five years old. A little girl and boy, who were the spitting image of their parents. The little girl looked just like Simon and the little boy like his mother. His wife wore a stunning gown of pink velvet with gold accents. Simon was also wearing a white silk dress shirt with gold accents, black pants and long brown boots. He had a black cape on to hide his sword sheathed on his left side.

“Victoria is King Theodore’s daughter.” Simon said still going on about his wife. “I have the privilege to be the Kings royal guard and I take my job very seriously.” Simon paused for a moment getting extremely close to her. “Everything I do is with finesse and precision.” His intense blue eyes stared daggers into her innocent pink ones. He then gave her a playful wink, still inches from her.

“Well, it was nice chatting, I have to head back to the party. I hope you and Edwin have a great night.” He said practically singing as he turned to leave. The curls on his head swayed as he left going toward his family.

She was able to get in a few more pieces of meat and a very hot potato before the festivities started. Everything was disorienting to her, the smells, the people and the atmosphere were so outside of her element. She was used to caves and dark places, this was vibrant and full of life.

That’s when everyone stood up to address the King. They all watched as he elegantly walked into the room, red plush velvet draped around him, the trail so long it took four people to hold the end. His dark brown hair, long and wavy. His black eyes scanning the room, taking an extra moment to focus on her. She was a gift for his son after all.

His son, Edwin, followed closely behind. He had his fathers dark eyes and his wavy locks fell into his eyes. His hair a golden brown color, similar to his sisters. He also wore a much shorter red cape of plush velvet. Both the capes had the same white horse with a knight on them. It was definitely a family crest, but what it stood for she had no idea.

Edwin seemed very modest and shy compared to his father, not sure what to do or where to be. The King sat down and gestured with his hand for his son to come sit next to him. They sat at the front of the room watching over everything. She thought it was peculiar that there was no Queen. After both men were seated, everyone else sat down.

Arthur came to escort her over to the side of the room. He cleaned her face and made sure she still looked presentable for the young Prince. The King thanked everyone loudly for coming today, he was so happy that they were all here to celebrate his sons fifteenth birthday. “You are a man now, my son! That means you will have to find a wife and soon I will have more grandchildren. Every day I see you grow older and wiser.” He looked at his son adoringly.

“I have a present for you, something exotic and unique. I wanted you to have someone to serve or please you however you see fit.” The King once again gestured his hand and before she could catch her breath she was being forced up towards the King and his son. Arthur bowed, nudging her to do the same. He then turned to leave and she stood before the King alone, waiting for what was to happen next.

The King stood up, he was at least a foot taller, and looked her over. “I’ve never seen an Elf quite like this before.”

“She is a Snow Elf, my King.” Arthur bowed again, explaining.

“I thought your people were extinct.” His eyebrows raised in shock. He played with his beard, fascinated by what his men found. “Does she have a name?” The king turned to Arthur again.

“It is Snow, my King.” Arthur answered immediately.

“Ah, what a fitting name for such a beautiful creature. She almost looks like a doll with such porcelain skin.” The King remarked. He gestured for Edwin to come.

Edwin approached with some hesitation. He seemed completely uncomfortable with this gift. “But Father I know nothing about Elves!”

The King laughed from his belly, “You don’t need to know a thing about them to bed them, my son!”

Edwin, still uncertain what that meant, thanked the King quickly and sat back down.

“Edwin, what are you doing?” His father asked.

“I am sitting back down?” The young Prince asked.

“Oh no, you have bigger plans!” The King said with a smile on his face.

Suddenly a few of the royal guard grabbed Edwin and Snow, they dragged them both into a nearby room. “You can come out once you’re a man!” The King and guests laughed uproariously.

The door was shut and locked behind the two of them. They looked at each other with confusion and disbelief that this would happen. Snow backed up a few inches unsure what to expect next. Her pink eyes were scanning the room. The bedroom had bottles of wine and lit candles, things to help set the mood. She stood there awaiting Edwin’s next move. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall. She would take this task with dignity and grace, her life depended on it.

A Song For Snow (Pt 1)

A warm fire lies before you, around it, your closest and most trusted friends and family. Together you feast on pheasants plump and juicy. You sip on mulberry wine and dance until the night fades into the dawn. In the morning you awake holding the ones you love and kissing them softly. Their warmth keeps you nourished and gives you hope for a bright future.

That’s what the old stories used to say at least. We were once feared and powerful creatures, now we are shadows of a great race. The Snow Elves used to have a voice that would make the world tremble. That is, until the humans ran us underground. Whoever the humans didn’t kill, they abducted. They would spit at us and call us Falmer, they would never address us as equals.

It wasn’t long until our people fell apart. We all lost our families and friends. Our people perish each day because we are so far from the light. Underground we breathe only debris and we cannot see the monsters ahead. We have lost so many of our kin to the darkness that lurks beyond our eyes.

The lucky ones are abducted, this way they can at least live a life with a high ranking human. Although a life with humans is barely a life at all. Since we are not equals to them we get treated like animals. They use our people for any sick desire they see fit. We hide as well as we can, so how do they keep finding us?

“Wake her up!” A loud voice jolts the girl back to her senses.

“With pleasure.” They reply with a sultry tone.

She was suddenly forced up, there was something over her head and her hands were bound by some manner of rope. The burlap sack was ripped off her head as she staggered, blinded by the light. She steadied herself and pale pink eyes fluttered open, slowly so as not to hurt her eyes so used to the dark.

The man who forced her up was staring, mouth agape.

The other man, doing paperwork, looked over. “Have you never seen a Falmer before Ser?”

“I’ve seen all manner of Elf, but this one is quite exquisite.” He laid his hand on my face, my ashen skin felt cool against his warm palm. “I’ve never seen such a color of skin before.”

“They do live underground you know. She’s probably just dirty and it’s my job to clean her up.” The man said putting his paperwork down.

The other man stopped him. “Could I do the honors?” His tone left little to the imagination.

“No, but you can watch.” This man was all business.

The second man huffed and crossed his arms. His intense blue eyes wouldn’t dare stray from this.

The first man walked up to me, he smelled of old ale and blood. A man that is used to dealing with fights. He ran his fingers through his beard and then started undressing me. His brown eyes seemed innocent, this was his job and not one he took lightly. His goal was to honor his masters.

Once I was bare skinned he grabbed a pail of water. The man with the blue eyes licked his lips, he was loving every second. The bearded man slowly poured the water over my head, the water felt cool as it ran down my body. My long silver hair glistened like icicles. He grabbed a small rag and scrubbed my skin. My porcelain color returning after many years in hiding.

The man with the blue eyes could barely contain himself at this point. “Give me 10 minutes with the girl. I’ll make it worth your while Arthur.” He produced a large bag of gold and tossed it up into the air catching it before it fell.

Arthur chuckled, “Orders say I’ve to bring her to the master unsullied as soon as I’ve cleaned her up.”

The man with the gold clicked his tongue. “These nobles always get everything they want.”

“Ser, you ARE a noble.” Arthur replied.

“Ahhh, so you agree.” The blue eyed man approached me seizing my wrist.

“Gods, how long has it been since you’ve bedded a lady Simon?” Arthur asked.

“Just this morning.” Simon wittingly remarked. Both men burst into uproarious laughter.

“Ahhh that was a good one.” Arthur said wiping tears from his eyes. “You know I would if I could my friend.”

Shutdown once again Simon sulked releasing my wrist. “So which of these lucky bastards gets her?”

“She is to be a gift for the young master Edwin.” Arthur said retrieving new clothes.

“Oh Gods, he won’t know what to do with her!” Simon shook his head his blonde curls bobbed with his motions. He wore a black feathered cap and a striking red silk shirt. She had never seen such beautiful fabric before. He was impeccably well dressed compared to Arthur.

Arthur wore a simple quilted brown long sleeved shirt. You could tell it had seen plenty of wear with his line of work. After handing me the clothing he retrieved, I quickly put on each piece. I felt like a piece of meat on display for Simon and he savored each time I turned or bent to dress myself.

“I suppose it doesn’t much matter, you know me I love a challenge.” Simon shot Arthur a coy smile.

Arthur just rolled his eyes and looked me over. My outfit was also simple, a plain white blouse and black skirt. The blouse accentuates my bosom and was intended for entertainment.

Simon approached me, getting close enough to whisper in my ear. “You will be mine.” He said his words dripping with heat. My cheeks flushed. Startled I backed up against the wall. Simon wasn’t expecting that reaction. He laughed loudly staring at Arthur. “She’s awfully cute for a Falmer. You pick out a name yet?” Simon asked.

“Aw shite I knew there was something I forgot.” Arthur scratched at his shaggy brown hair. He seemed completely unsure what to call me.

“Let me do the honor. I think we should call her Snow.” Simon grinned with excitement.

Arthur was satisfied. “Good enough for me.” He took my bindings and led me out the door.

“Well then Snow, I’ll be back for you later.” Simon left with a wink.

As we left my holding cell I could only imagine what was waiting for me upstairs. I closed my eyes hoping to wake from this nightmare, but reality unfolded before me. All I could do now was accept my fate.

Forest

SNAP! A twig breaks loudly under his heavy sole. His boots breaking roots, crushing leaves and smashing anything under foot. The forest is wild and dense, full of mystery and noise. Yet so was he.

A quiet rain falls on the man as he tramples his way through. It doesn’t disturb him, nothing can keep him from his mission. His breath is labored and unsteady. He vaults a fallen tree and a loud thud echoes as he lands upright. His eyes are hyper focused on his target.

The forest is full of life, sounds and smells. Wet leaves and petrichor fill the air around him. He continues, not allowing the scents to disrupt him. He is tracking his prey, he can’t let it get too far. In the distance he can smell perfume, the scent of Juniper Berries and Jasmine permeates everything. Obliterating the smell of the forest. It makes him sick.

He closes in on her, she’s running on fumes. He could go all night and he would. She trips over a turned over tree and screams in agony. Not only is she caught, she’s hurt and alone. These things mean nothing to him. He stands over her, those big boots slick with water, mud and muck from the forest. She cries and screams as loud as she can.

‘The forest can’t save you.’ He says, a sick smile creeps onto his lips. He laughs and slowly pulls out a knife. The girl clings to anything she can to get away from him. She’s thrashing left and right. She kicks and claws at the forest floor. He grabs her wrist and drags her to a clearing.

The moonlight illuminates their figures. The forest watches with much interest. The woman sobs and gives up, succumbing to her fate. The blade glows with an intensity as he moves it just inches from her face. She shakes and shivers, her beautiful hair dripping with debris.

The man brings the knife closer, she can feel its cool edge on her skin. The man’s eyes are dark, he looks possessed. In one swift movement he stabs her in the heart. The womans limbs drop and her breath leaves her body. The man stumbles back onto his feet and retrieves his knife.

‘I have more work to do.’ He whispers to himself as he returns to the dense, dark forest. Before long he disappears, leaving behind his latest victim. He kills for his home and all intruders will be sacrificed. The woods call to him to do their bidding. He obliges, carrying out the orders like a man with no soul. For this is his dwelling.