Hi folks,
Fourth story, and back to origins, namely slow lesbian seduction, but this time I had fun introducing a fantasy setting. This is my fantasy at its highest level.
As always, I'd like to point out that I'm not native English speaking, so I apologize in advance if the writing is not perfect.
I just hope you'll enjoy it, as much as I liked writing it.
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When Princess Linda and her future husband, the Prince of Goldwall, entered the city hand in hand, followed by their cortege, a welcome roar and a chorus of applause poured out on them.
The crowds massed along the streets to attend their entrance were huge, and the gendarmes, lined up on a cord, could barely contain their exultation. For years now there hadn't been such manifestations of joy and celebration, and the thin and frightened faces of people were no longer accustomed to laughing and opening up to smiles.
The princess was accompanied by her honor guard, twenty chosen soldiers who had protected her throughout the exile, while Prince Starkaster was followed by a hundred knights of Goldwall, in their splendid golden ceremonial armor. Astride their whites stallions, they made a very majestic impression.
The soldiers were then followed by a succession of jesters and jugglers, who with their jokes and their music helped to surround the cortege with a festive atmosphere.
The people, in ecstasy, sprinkled with flowers the road in front of the couple, as they slowly advanced towards the tower of Strongdawn.
Linda watched the high tower approach, she couldn't believe her eyes: she had grown up in that tower, she knew even the most hidden corner of it, yet she did not recognize it. Ten years had passed since she left, still a child, but it seemed impossible that so much had changed.
Or was it her memory that deceived her? No, impossible. Of the beautiful gardens that surrounded the tower, once the pride of her mother, there was nothing left, except for some stumps cut to make firewood or some dried-up bush. Even the swan lake had dried up, and instead of all the colorful tapestries that once adorned the walls of the tower, the corpses of hanged offenders were now sadly dangling.
Linda remembered a tower that gave off power, of course, but also justice and joy, while the gloomy and somber tower she saw now transmitted her nothing but fear.
And fright she felt as well at the sight of the figure who observed her from the top of the tower. She was her stepmother, Vivian Y ', she knew it.
She squeezed Starkaster's hand harder, seeking comfort in that warm contact. She looked at him, as if to reassure herself that he was there with her, to give her strength and courage.
Because now she was no longer a child, and time had come to take back her kingdom.
Linda and Starkaster, along with a few trusted guards, were seated in the hearing room. At the far end of the hall, it shone the sumptuous throne of the kings of Strongdawn, which had been empty for ten years now. Ever since Linda's father, King Aphonse II, had died in mysterious circumstances.
The decor of the room had completely changed from what Linda remembered. The sunlight was kept out of heavy burgundy curtains on the windows, so that the room was barely illuminated by the large fireplace in the center of the wall and a few blue torches on the walls, while the large tapestries depicting hunting and jousting scenes, that she had admired so much as a child, had disappeared, giving way to paintings with violent colors and depicting strange scenes, which it was impossible to distinguish in detail in the twilight of the room.
It was winter, and notwithstanding the fireplace, which although was lit only gave a faint and stunted flame, in the room it was freezing, and the breath condensed in front of the guests' faces.
After letting her guests wait at least half an hour in that icy hall, Vivian Y' entered the room. She was accompanied by two guards in full armor, black as night, and by four young bridesmaids who held her long cloak.
One thing is worth pointing out immediately about Queen Vivian Y', she was an elf. Her tall, slender figure suddenly entered the room, confident and graceful, like a gust of storm wind. She had straight long hair, black and shiny like ink, cream-colored skin, smooth as the most precious marble, and sharp elongated features, but with eyes unusually large for her race, like dark bottomless pits. Her mouth was wide, and her lips were full and underlined with deep red lipstick. And finally her perfect, long and pointed ears, adorned with rings and earrings.
Like all elves, she had an indefinite age, she looked young and mature at the same time. She was probably very old, but nobody knew for sure.
Vivian Y' was beautiful, indeed, incredibly beautiful, almost supernaturally. Someone said thanks to magical arts. But it was a cold and cruel beauty. So different from Queen Elodie, Linda's poor mother, who had been sweet and good, graceful and delicate, when still alive.
So she was, Vivian Y', who ruled the country and the fate of the kingdom since the death of King Aphonse II, and Linda's main obstacle to the reconquest of her reign.
She had first come to court as a healer, when Queen Elodie had fallen ill. But it wasn't long before rumors and murmurs began to spread in the darkest alleys of the city, and a word began to be whispered: "Witch...".
But there was also another rumor going around, even more terrible, that wanted Vivian Y' to be secretly a dark elf. The dark elves were a cursed race, dedicated to the dark arts, a corrupt and fallen branch of the noble elves bloodline. They were an exiled and hidden people, always looking to destabilize power and conquer their own kingdom. Everyone knew that they sought the wildest pleasures and the most unspeakable vices.
It was also told that there was only one anatomical feature that differentiated an elf from a dark elf. Legends said that the genital organs of a dark elf were deep purple, like a ripe plum. That was the only way to anatomically distinguish an elf from a dark elf.
Linda was just ten years old at the time, and by now she remembered only confusedly. She still remembered, however, how at court the atmosphere had suddenly changed with her mother's illness, how it had gone from festive and joyful to gloomy and dismal, and how sad, the queen, her mother, seemed, and then suddenly worried about something.
Her father the king, at first, never left the queen's bedside, but then he began to spend more and more time in the company of Vivian Y', who seemed to cheer him up and distract him from the pains of his wife's illness.
With her, however, she had always been cold and distant, looking at that little brat as something uncomfortable and annoying, and Linda had always felt afraid and in awe in front of Vivian Y'. For Linda, it had been a time in which she felt very alone, and abandoned by everyone.
Shortly afterwards, Queen Elodie died, and the people mourned for a whole month. In fact, Elodie had been a very beloved queen, always kind and attentive to the needs of the humblest. Also for this, it was a huge scandal when, with the dead body of his poor wife still hot, the king announced that he wanted to remarry immediately, and precisely with the healer Vivian Y'. An elf, moreover.
It would not have been the first time of a mixed man-elf union in history, but elves were increasingly rare in the world, and never before a royal lineage of humans had mingled with a foreign lineage, and not even of a noble one, since Vivian Y' was just a simple healer.
A story began to spread uncontrollably: it was said, in trembling voice, that the queen had not died of illness, but that on a moonless night, when she discovered that Vivian Y' had seduced her consort, she had thrown herself from the high tower.
But the king's will is not disputed, and it was thus that Vivian Y' officially became queen alongside Aphonse II.
Strongdawn's reign quickly changed, and if the king had always been magnanimous and good-hearted until then, he suddenly became cruel and unpredictable. It wasn't long before, however, that the king also died, smashed down by a sudden and incurable disease.
Thus it was that Vivian Y' found herself the queen of a kingdom without a guide. But there was a princess, Linda, the only daughter and legitimate heir of King Aphonse II and Queen Elodie.
In the stormy night that her father died suddenly, Linda, unaware of the power games that surrounded her and terrified, had been put under escort and hastily and secretly transported to the friendly state of Goldwall, by order of the Prime Minister, the then Lord Lukenduke, executed to death immediately after by Vivian Y''s order, for treason.
Linda had been touched only marginally by the legend according to which Vivian Y', with her witchcraft arts, had killed King Aphonse II, to take over the kingdom. Whether it was true or not, she had grown up in exile, well protected in the court of the powerful lords of Goldwall, and had begun to be influenced by those stories, until she started to consider Vivian Y' as the embodiment of evil, cruel seducer who had ruined his parents' marriage, bringing them both to the grave, and destroying that kingdom of peace and justice that they had created.
As a child she played with Prince Starkaster, who was only two years older than her, and as they grew older they continued to play, even though their games had become of a different nature, and much more daring.
When at the age of sixteen Linda was discovered by the butler exchanging shy kisses in the garden with the prince, instead of being punished, the king of Goldwall, father of Starkaster, had indeed covered the scandal and blessed that union, officially declaring them engaged, imagining great advantages in joining his realm with Strongdawn's one, even more firmly.
