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The Slave Queen Of Etherion Ch 01

The Slave Queen Of Etherion Ch 01

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Chapter 1

Lysannum City Square

The crowd milled around restlessly in the Central Plaza of Lysannum, capitol of Tharnirion, as they waited for the delivery of the Royal Proclamation from the balcony of the Malachite Palace. Speculation was rife, as no hint had been given as to the proclamation's content beforehand. A few shrewd individuals speculated that it would be an announcement concerning Princess Jade's long-anticipated nuptials; the king's only legitimate child was twenty-one years old, and she could hardly be permitted to remain unmarried much longer. The presence of a number of foreign princes who had arrived in the capitol over the course of the past months certainly gave weight to that theory. Some of the gathered city folk would be glad if one was chosen -- then the rest would be packed off home, and would no longer disturb the peace with their evening shenanigans and brawling.

Prince Rodger of Galadon was not one of the foreign princes who had been invited to court Princess Jade. While Galadon was one of the largest of all nations, it was on the world of Triagia, not Etherion, and Rodger had the dubious distinction of being the seventh son of Galadon's king and something of a black sheep to boot, and Galadon was just as happy that Rodger was not only out of the country, but on another world entirely, even if Etherion was one of the smallest populated worlds in the Sphere of the Universe.

No-one would have suspected that Rodger was a prince. He was handsome as princes were, with a tanned face, sun-bleached brown hair and the shadow of a beard upon his strong shaven chin, but princes held no monopoly upon masculine beauty. He wore expensive but well-used and well-maintained but undecorated plate armour, that a mercenary captain might wear, not the finery or the immaculate, polished and gilded armour that a prince was expected to wear. Still, being thought to be a mercenary captain obtained Rodger almost as much deference as a prince, and possibly more respect.

Rodger had no more idea than anyone else what the proclamation may be, despite being royalty himself. Etherion was a subtly different world to Triagia, and he was still learning all the differences. It went beyond the fact that on Etherion, no person, beast or plant was average in any way. Rodger himself was above average in most ways, but he was used to seeing average people. On Etherion, everyone was either beautiful or ugly, strong or weak, intelligent or stupid, and so on, but never anything in between. Then, there seemed to be a certain story-like theme to everything that happened here. Very little seemed to happen that was uninteresting, and magic ran deep in the tiny world. The locals understood much of it in their bones, so to speak, and had trouble communicating that understanding to outsiders.

Heralds bearing long straight trumpets, wearing the red, gold and blue colours of Tharnirion, stepped onto the balcony and moved to each end. They raised their trumpets and played a stirring fanfare before a staff wielding herald stepped onto the balcony and banged his staff against the floor seven times.

"His Majesty, King Steven the Cunning!" the old iron-lunged ex-soldier bellowed clearly despite the impressive volume of his voice. He banged his staff in the same measured pace five times more. "Her Highness, Crown Princess Jade!"

Rodger looked at the people who stepped onto the balcony with the eyes of one with much experience of people. The king was obviously an old man, given his grey-shot white hair and wrinkled skin, yet he seemed to have few obvious infirmities other than a slight limp, and he had a handsome, rakish air despite his age. His golden crown looked heavy, almost like a golden helmet, and was otherwise unadorned other than having a fur trim around the brim. Given the genuinely affectionate cheering of the crowd upon his appearance, the man was obviously popular, and probably didn't need to wear the polished, glittering heraldic cuirass that he was wearing for reasons of his own safety.

The young woman who stepped onto the balcony after the king was everything that a princess was supposed to be. Rodger had seen more princesses in person than most people in all the worlds, and on Triagia at least, just as many princesses were homely or just plain ugly as were pretty or beautiful, and a good many were just ordinary, but it seemed to be a rule here on Etherion that princesses

had

to be beautiful, and Jade was no exception. She was tall, slender and busty, with a narrow, corseted waist, all perfectly proportioned, and her face beneath her long, straight black hair was beautiful beyond belief, as if reproduced by a sculptor who, in an excessive desire to flatter, had removed all the imperfections that all

real

people had. The princess was a fair distance away, but even at that distance, Rodger could see that she had bright green eyes the colour of the stone for which she was named. It scarcely registered upon Rodger that the princess was wearing a deceptively simple but elegant royal blue velvet dress with pointed sleeves that dangled nearly to the ground.

Behind the princess, in the relative dimness of the room, Rodger thought that he could see a number of other people, though the relative darkness inside made them little more than silhouettes. He could see a number of light swords, and the glint of light on armour, and speculated that these may be the foreign princes who had come to court Princess Jade. They were probably waiting for the coming announcement to see which one's suit had been successful. There was another silhouette that Rodger found somewhat puzzling; another tall, slender but busty female form with masses of hair, but apparently with horns upon her head. Probably a faun, Rodger thought, but he had no idea what business a faun might have in the mostly human Tharnirion.

The king stepped forward and grasped the edge of the ornate stone balcony balustrade, and spoke in a voice obviously well trained to being heard upon the field of battle.

"Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, I thank you for coming to listen to us today. As you may know, I am a plain-spoken old soldier, so I won't waste your valuable time with flowery words. Last week, my daughter and heir, Princess Jade, had her twenty-first birthday, and according to instructions that I had given her upon the occasion of her fifteenth birthday, today is the deadline for her to publicly announce who she will marry. As she has given no indication, either publicly or privately, which of her suitors she favours, I call upon her to do so now, or as we agreed, submit to

my

choice of bridegroom.

"Princess Jade, step forward and make your preference known" he concluded. "Please."

As the king stepped back and the princess stepped forward boldly, she paused to kiss her father upon the cheek, apparently exchanging a few quiet words. Then the princess grasped the balcony balustrade much as her father had done.

"My lords, Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending to my words today," the princess spoke in a clear soprano voice as beautiful as her features. "As you know, I have had six years in which to find myself a husband, yet in all that time, I have found no man who has captured my heart, and of my current suitors, while all are handsome and accomplished, no one of them has stood out to prove himself more worthy of my hand than any other, leaving me unable to choose between them or indeed choose

any

other man.

"However, I am

not

prepared to submit to my father and king's choice

either

."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd. Rodger was puzzled; did the princess truly intend to defy her father? Despite the love that they obviously shared, the king certainly didn't seem the type to tolerate any disobedience. However, from the reaction of the crowd, it seemed that

they

, at least, now suspected where this was leading... which left Rodger even more puzzled than before.

The princess continued as the crowd's surprise subsided. "I declare that I, Princess Jade Amorette Angharadsdottir, daughter of King Steven Agutter of Tharnirion, am an unmarried virgin of marriageable age and royal blood. As such, according to ancient custom, I have a right to set a challenge for my suitors!"

A sigh of understanding rippled through the crowd, though Rodger didn't share it. Why was the princess announcing a challenge for her suitors in public?

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The princess continued. "So, my challenge is this; Any man not serving sentence for any crime or barred from marriage with me by reason of consanguinity, who is capable of fathering fertile children upon me, whether he be of fair or dusky complexion, be he human or elf or satyr or any other race which can successfully interbreed with my own, and be he of noble or common birth, provided that he is free, or if a slave, has his owner's verifiable permission to participate, may present himself in the square below me before dawn three days hence, where he may register his candidacy with the heralds. At dawn, all participants shall depart upon a hunt, with myself as the quarry, and I shall belong to the first man who can find me

and

claim me for himself!"

There was a sudden burst of applause and cheering from the crowd, not only the men, but from many of the women too, which surprised Rodger at first, until he realised that the women cheering would be considering their sons, grandsons, or brothers.

"Let's see the prize!" one man not all that far from Prince Rodger, who was clad in roughly tanned leathers, shouted up at the balcony between hands cupped to make an impromptu megaphone.

Apparently this was in some way considered inappropriate, as a number of the nearby women and a few other men made a variety of sounds and gestures of disapproval.

Still, despite this apparently being somehow inappropriate, another young, pimply man, this one apparently a butcher's apprentice given his youth, bloodstained apron and the long knives that rattled in a loose scabbard on his belt beside a sharpening strap, also shouted, "Show us the prize!"

A handsome, but short and wiry man with a sculpted goatee and ornate clothing also called out, from practically next to Rodger's right elbow, "Let's see the prize!"

Amidst the quiet disapproval of the nearby women and older men, the wiry man with the goatee next to Rodger elbowed him in the ribs -- or at least the breastplate where his ribs would otherwise be -- and looked around shiftily.

"You're foreign, sir, an' you don't look like you're married...

or

mind a little disapproval either. Maybe

you

could ask to see the prize too," the shifty fellow suggested quietly.

Rodger quickly weighed up the potential advantages and disadvantages. The fellow

was

right, though, Rodger had rarely let the disapproval of others discourage him from doing whatever he wanted, and this situation looked as if it was about to become entertaining.

"Ho!" Rodger bellowed. "Let's have a look at the prize, then!"

Princess Jade stepped back from the balcony and looked uncertainly at her father.

The old monarch shrugged. "You chose this course, Jadie... and you should have anticipated that this might happen," he said to her in tones that, while quiet, weren't so quiet that people in the crowd below the balcony couldn't hear if they had good hearing. He stepped back to the front of the balcony.

"We have four requests to view the princess," the king called out to the crowd. "Shall any man add his voice and become the fifth?"

A big young man wearing a suit of half-armour, minus the helmet, and instead wearing a prince's coronet stepped out of the palace room onto the balcony. He almost waddled from side to side as he walked, as if he was a rather fat young man, but his almost gaunt, arrogantly handsome face and bare forearms that rippled with muscle as he moved his hands showed him to be a bodybuilder.

"I'll add my voice and become the fifth," the muscular prince said in a bass voice. "Princess Jade, let your suitors see what they will be competing for."

While the crowd's reaction to the first four requests had been muted, their reaction to the last was far stronger.

"Shame on you!"

"Booo!"

"For shame!"

One elderly woman seemed to sum up the crowd's feelings. "Shame on you, Prince Jan! No true prince of Etherion should make such a request of any lady, let alone a princess!"

"What say you, your Highness?" the king asked.

Prince Jan shrugged his massive shoulders. "I am a soldier, not a hunter. I expect that I cannot win the princess now, though I

shall

try, and her Highness has never shown me any favours. I desire only to look upon the naked body of the most beautiful princess in all Etherion, and to carry that memory with me when I return to my home."

"It

is

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the suitors' traditional right, if they choose to exercise it," the king said. "You must do your duty, Princess. Your suitors are waiting."

"Very well, the suitors have spoken. I shall present myself forthwith. Xenia, attend me please," Princess Jade turned toward the room behind the balcony, and a tall, pale skinned and green haired faun wearing little other than a short kilt and a broad silvery slave collar around her long, slender neck stepped out to meet the princess, then stepped back inside with her, already beginning to work upon the princess' clothing.

"I'd just stay right here, sir," the shifty fellow said to Rodger. "I reckon we'll get a right good eyeful right where we are."

"Really? All the way over here by the well?" Rodger asked.

"Did you see those stepping stones across the plaza from the palace to the fountain?"

"Yes? Aren't they to slow down carts?"

"Well... they

do

... but they aren't called 'The Princesses' Catwalk' for nothing."

The palace door opened, and a column of palace guardsmen with halberds marched out, the rearmost two stopping every half-dozen or so paces, stepping apart, and levelling their halberds to form a pathway for the princess. The column approached and surrounded the fountain, and Rodger, by virtue of his size and his full armour, managed to stay put as the guardsmen pushed back the crowd, ending up right next to the pathway where it met the ring the guardsmen had established around the fountain.

The princess appeared in the palace doorway as the guard sergeant called out that the pathway was ready. She was wearing a robe now, and as she stepped out of the door, she removed her robe in a surprisingly sexy manner before passing it back to Xenia, the half-naked faun slave girl who was attending to her.

Rodger wasn't so sure that he approved of slavery. As it was practised on Triagia, slaves had no rights, but here on Etherion, slaves

had

rights, and could expect to work off their servitude and be set free. Intellectually, he sincerely believed that it was wrong to hold people in involuntary servitude, but slaves on Etherion were mostly voluntary, having indentured themselves in return for remission of their or their family's debts. On the other hand, emotionally, he liked slavery a bit

too

much. The thought that a woman might be brought to him in chains and be forced to service his lusts was incredibly arousing, all the more so when he contemplated pleasuring his slave while she had orgasm after orgasm, all without any say in matter, a fantasy that he had realised a few times, mostly with the adventurous young wife of an old Duke, whose displeasure upon discovering their misdeeds had resulted in Rodger's current exile. Had Rodger not been family, the Duke would have removed Rodger's head. That he would have done so was beyond doubt - he had ordered the execution of his own wife when he discovered that she was pregnant by Rodger -- and that he could not have been the father. Duke Carle's stony expression as the headsman had hacked off Lysette's head, taking nine strokes of the axe to accomplish the task, and then being placed on the block himself, still wet with his dead lover's cooling blood, only to be reprieved as the axe had begun to fall had convinced him as nothing else might have that the Duke

would

allow the axe to fall should he ever break his banishment while the Duke lived.

Rodger's reminiscences were interrupted as Princess Jade approached. She walked proudly, flaunting her nudity as if she was the most shameless courtesan and not the chaste princess that she was supposed to be. She held herself upright, holding her arms a little behind her, pulling in her already flat belly in order to further emphasise her already prominent, heavy, pointed breasts with prominent nipples and perfectly round areolae. Her body was as flawless as her face, perfectly proportioned, with just the right amount of plumpness to prevent her from appearing gaunt. Her waist was narrower than Rodger had expected, and while she

had

been corseted when she had appeared on the balcony, it had apparently not been drawn nearly as tight as it had seemed.

Rodger stared at Princess Jade as she flaunted herself, feeling that there was something familiar about her, or at least the way that she was moving. It gradually came to him that the last time he had seen a woman strutting in that manner, he had been in The King's Temptation, Lysannum's most expensive brothel, located directly across the plaza from the palace. That strut was practically the signature of the ladies trained by the brothel's manager, Madam Celestine, a shrewd lady in her early thirties who had apparently risen swiftly from being a fresh young whore to owning the establishment in which she had begun her career. But pondering how a supposedly virginal princess had come to learn that seductive strut only raised further questions.

"How do we know if she really is a virgin at all?" Rodger muttered to himself under his breath.

Evidently the shady-looking well-dressed man who had prompted Rodger to ask to see the princess had good hearing. "How do we know that she's a virgin?" he echoed rhetorically, then immediately provided an answer; "We ask for proof, of course."

Then, without waiting for Rodger's reply, the shady man with the goatee raised his voice, "I say! The Princess moves more like a princess of the night than a virginal princess of the royal blood! Show us proof of which she is!"

Evidently Rodger wasn't the only one with suspicions. There was little protest from the crowd, only a chorus of muttered agreement, in distinct contrast to their earlier outbursts

"Is there a midwife present?" the king called from the balcony.

"Aye, your Majesty,!" came an old woman's voice.

"Please come forth and examine the princess, then, Madam," the King called.

The plump, busty old midwife was ushered through the crush of people and the line of guards. Princess Jade was helped by the still-attractive old woman to lie down on her back upon a soldier's cloak, and the beautiful young woman blushed bright red from head to breasts as the midwife opened the princess' legs and spread apart her labia with her strong hands to show the crowd her maidenhead.

"Quite clearly

virgo intacta

," the midwife addressed the king and the crowd loudly, helping the princess back to her feet. "My dear, you'd raise fewer suspicions if you didn't walk through the crowd like a high-priced courtesan," she murmured quietly to the princess.

Princess Jade gave the old woman an embarrassed smile. "Oops...," was all she said in reply.

Prince Rodger watched as the Princess sashayed onwards around the fountain, passing within reach of him a second time. It was obvious to Rodger that the Princess was aroused by her experience, and not merely embarrassed. She was still flushed from her hairline to her breasts, her pointed nipples were crinkled and erect, and there was a suspicious gleam of moisture around her slit and between her thighs.

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