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The queen clenched her fists in impotent gesture. She was in hands of this beautiful creature that was Raithea and he knew that. He could tell the king, do what he pleased with her son...that thought was too terrible to even think about it. Queen heard a lot of terrible things about this child who were adult. He tortured, murdered and plotted in many ways but her lord husband was amazed by his charm. Maybe it too was the job of Raithea?
She fell on her knees before little kid he was and looked at him with anger mixed with begging in her eyes.
"Raithea..."
"Don't call me my name, Your Highness. I am Lord Rhuitaure for everyone, even for you, my queen" through the face of a child went little smirk and queen knew that it won't be easy to bend him to her will. He was known for being witty but he had wicknesses. She even knew which.
"I am asking only for normal life for my son, Dhuren" she said with anger "You shouldn't turn me away like that, I am still your queen."
"But the child isn't king's, from what I know" the young Lord laughed a little but very quickly made a stone-like grimace "I swore to the king that I will be taking care of him like of little baby...because he actually is a little baby from what I see...he even can't please his wife enough to make her not go to the bed with first who gave her flowers..."
Rabra made a furious movement with the hand as if she wanted to slap Raithea on the face but quickly she realized that if she did it, she would be lost forever.
"I know about Zakrivea" she said instead. "She is one of my best maids. I can do with her what I want and you won't be able to save her..."
"I don't care for Zakrivea" laughed Raithea, his elven ears moved a little. "She is big girl and great sorceress. Try, Your Highness, try. I would love to see what she will do with you when you threat her."
Queen Rabra felt that on her cheek one tear is making her way to her chin. She smeared it on the face with furious move.
"I will make you fall, Lord Rhuitaure" she hissed. "You are maybe the last powerful elven Lord in whole Kingdom, but I will make you fall from you heights and this fall, I swear, this fall will be most painfull thing that happened in your long pitiful life!"
She grabbed her dress and ran from the room, leaving Raithea alone. The boy smiled a little, knowing that the queen is powerless against him. He had ancient friends who made him child forever but left him his wit. He will make the queen fall and this fall, he swore, will not be the most painfull thing in her life. The most painfull thing will be what he will do with her later.
She fell on her knees before little kid he was and looked at him with anger mixed with begging in her eyes.
"Raithea..."
"Don't call me my name, Your Highness. I am Lord Rhuitaure for everyone, even for you, my queen" through the face of a child went little smirk and queen knew that it won't be easy to bend him to her will. He was known for being witty but he had wicknesses. She even knew which.
"I am asking only for normal life for my son, Dhuren" she said with anger "You shouldn't turn me away like that, I am still your queen."
"But the child isn't king's, from what I know" the young Lord laughed a little but very quickly made a stone-like grimace "I swore to the king that I will be taking care of him like of little baby...because he actually is a little baby from what I see...he even can't please his wife enough to make her not go to the bed with first who gave her flowers..."
Rabra made a furious movement with the hand as if she wanted to slap Raithea on the face but quickly she realized that if she did it, she would be lost forever.
"I know about Zakrivea" she said instead. "She is one of my best maids. I can do with her what I want and you won't be able to save her..."
"I don't care for Zakrivea" laughed Raithea, his elven ears moved a little. "She is big girl and great sorceress. Try, Your Highness, try. I would love to see what she will do with you when you threat her."
Queen Rabra felt that on her cheek one tear is making her way to her chin. She smeared it on the face with furious move.
"I will make you fall, Lord Rhuitaure" she hissed. "You are maybe the last powerful elven Lord in whole Kingdom, but I will make you fall from you heights and this fall, I swear, this fall will be most painfull thing that happened in your long pitiful life!"
She grabbed her dress and ran from the room, leaving Raithea alone. The boy smiled a little, knowing that the queen is powerless against him. He had ancient friends who made him child forever but left him his wit. He will make the queen fall and this fall, he swore, will not be the most painfull thing in her life. The most painfull thing will be what he will do with her later.
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A short story about my original character, Raithea. Even if his name is little girly, that is normal for elven people in world of Karmala, my world.
He is Lord Protector and Lord Advisor of the Kingdom of Karmala but he plays with weaks like with dolls on strings - he has one wickness on which he won't admit; he is in hopeless love in younger but at the same older woman and the queen knows that. She is younger because Raithea lived 1785 years but older because he is trapped in the body of beautiful dark-haired boy forever.
He is Lord Protector and Lord Advisor of the Kingdom of Karmala but he plays with weaks like with dolls on strings - he has one wickness on which he won't admit; he is in hopeless love in younger but at the same older woman and the queen knows that. She is younger because Raithea lived 1785 years but older because he is trapped in the body of beautiful dark-haired boy forever.
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