Chapter 5. King's Kindness
Sephora had stormed out of her sister's room and chambers entirely, and gone back to her own. Both of the girls were mostly dressed at this point, even though she was wearing less makeup than usual. Due to this, Sephora looked far more stern than usual. Unfitting for her and contrary to her usual demeanor, which all the servants of the house knew her for. Instead, right now, icy blue eyes burned with a fidged and cold fury; with the force of a midwinter's blizzard behind her. While the twin sisters were nothing like their mother, in terms of her cold and collected cruelty, they did share with her a fiery temperament. While one of the house servants flinched out of Sephora's way as they met her piercing gaze; like a sharpened icicle. The servant was Lyla, one that Sephora was quite familiar with and even liked. They were of similar ages and for a servant girl, found Lyla very pretty and easy to talk to. Lyla knew in her heart that neither Sephora nor Seraphina would ever lay a hand on any of the staff. After watching Queen Nox; both strike and mark a new servant girl… Branwen… Layla thought, trying to confirm the name of the girl she watched blood trickle from the lines of the 3 talons which made contact with her cheek. Even with the best healers in the Raven Harpy Clan, those would be left as a mark for the rest of that poor girl's life. It was this type of behaviour that the twins couldn't dare rebel at. Certainly, they would never dream of lashing out at them… at Lyla…unthinkingly like that. They didn't have it in them to strike at them in the same fashion that their mother sees fit… but, who would ever be so bold as to tell the Raven Queen what to do? Lyla signed at her own thought. "Young miss," Layla approached professionally. She was confident that she and the rest of the staff could do this with the twins. Certainly not Queen Nox, as poor Brenwen had found out this morning, "Are you alright, young miss?" Usually, Princess Sephora would have answered. Instead, the young Harpy heir stormed off and past her. Saying not a word in response. Almost as if she never heard Layla at all. It was easy to tell that Princess Sephora was as upset as she was angry. All harpies folded wings could droop or be perky depending on their mood. Someone excited and confident would have more upright folded wings. Where one who was more saddened would droop... Princess Sephora's wings now currently drooped, from her posture to the point that more than the ends of her tips slugged along the ground, dragging behind her. This was as rare a sight, as much as it was concerning. While feeling slightly desponded at the young raven harpy, it was nowhere near as disastrous as another staff member's encounter this morning. Layla had successfully shown all of the current visitors to their respective chambers in the guest quarters. Queen Nox's inconspicuous threat had resonated clearly and fully. It wasn't required to instill fear in Lyla to encourage her to do her job... but that was how the Raven Queen had always seemed to go about "Inspiring", others. The other servants had been readying the guest rooms in what was considered the spare wing of the manner. It had taken some time and effort, over the last two, to four days; dusting the cobwebs away, buffing the marble and polishing the wood... and not least, opening windows into rooms that hadn't seen light in… whoever knew, just how long? Either way, Queen Nox had seemed eager to leave after the Older and largest owl had spoken to her after the blood wine was served, introductions were made, and toasted. Then she was o,ff and poor Lyla was seemingly, to follow suit and take guests group by group to their living quarters. Attending to all of their needs while they were there. She was only one raven harpy and a common born at that. Queen Nox's notion was that this servant should be honored and feel lucky to have such a prestigious part in history at all. It had taken the servant at least an hour and a half to settle all the guests into their rooms and was just on her way back from delivering the last of the luggage. Stopping even for a moment of concern allowed her to gain some rest, to be able to catch her breath. However, it wasn't pleasant when that coincided with concern for the young heiress, right now, - Sephora. Lyla watched her as she stomped out of her own room and over towards the center of the house, where the stairs lay. The young miss was clearly upset, but what more could Lyla possibly do if the young miss didn't want to talk about it? She could not force her and did not want to. Especially having seen the result earlier from getting in her mother's way, who had only been mildly interrupted, and not in a bad mood. The hair on the servant girl's neck prickled with fear at the notion of even attempting to stop Princess Sephora at that moment. With that icy look in her piercing eyes, no servant in the house would dare chance it... over the years of raising the girls, even the cook - who had worked for the Royal household the longest - had perhaps only seen this twice in either of the girls, the entire time he had worked here. Sephora had walked right past Layla as if she were a cloud in the sky. Even, more like she was entirely invisible to her. Instead, the servant girl began to think of how, more often than not, the twins would show kindness to the staff in various ways. Trying to remind herself, that despite how similar the girls could seem to their mother at times, they were not Queen Nox and would never dare treat them as cruely, or coldly as the Raven Queen. The twins... It was just something about the pair of them. They could never speak up directly against the Raven Queen, or they would risk the redirection of her wrath back toward themselves. The twins quickly learned that their kindness was best received behind the Raven Queen's back. As the Queen referred to house staff as, "the help," she never made a point to even learn their names, so never got to know any of them the way that the twins had. Definitely not enough to know how and when her daughters' had given any aid or assistance. Once Seraphina and Sephora found out about Brenwen, they would work together to ensure she was well cared for if she chooses to no longer serve their household. The girls were very generous like that. Something they didn't take from the Raven Queen, but from their long passed father. It was odd that Nox almost never spoke of him; the young servant girl, Lyla, thought some more about this. About how strange it was, that the old raven king was almost entirely forgotten. A recent memory... no, he was worse... the old and most recent king. He was a ghost in his own kingdom. Many had even forgotten he married, then Queen Nox, initially and that she was not of royal... or even noble blood. Despite being one of the fiercest generals in the Raven Harpy's army and one of his most trusted advisors. The old king had loved Queen Nox with all his heart. Not only this, Lyla continued in her reverie, he was loved and well-respected by almost all of the harpy clans. They say he had been especially close to the hawks, eagle, and falcon clans. He had two sisters that had hatched from his same clutch, Princess Aurora and Princess Pandora. Princess Pandora was married to an eagle clan member, and Princess Aurora was married to the peregrine falcon – the latter is the Harpy clan known for the fastest speed among all, despite their smaller stature in size. Perhaps it was that very reason that there had been no eagle or falcon harpy clan suitors arrived, ready to woo the twins and the Queen, into signing over her daughter's hands in marriage. One thing was certain; whichever two would have to negotiate with the Raven Queen on terms of contractual agreement regarding a political union with her daughters, were the ones to be pitied. No fool in the whole of the Raven Harpies' mountainous Kingdom would dare suggest that those two heirs would ever be allowed to marry for love, overpower. Their mother… the Raven Queen… simply would never tolerate it. Those girls were as valuable as her best political instruments, as the house staff was just servants. All of the house staff knew it. Both sisters considered their now distant aunts, Princess Pandora and Princess Aurora, had never once visited after their brother's death, though they had written to their nieces many times in an exchange of letters and scrolls. No one could be certain what truly killed him. What was made clear was that it was in relation to some turf war between Clans that never quite made it into a full-blown, official war. Either way, the twins could definitely be said to have the King's Kindness. Something the Raven Queen seemed to entirely lack. If she ever found out that her daughter had been helping, "the help," she would be most displeased with both Seraphina and Sephora alike. Who knew what would happen if she were to find out such a thing? "Lyla?" Another voice called, light but authoritative. The servant girl looked back in the direction Sephora had walked from. Seraphina was peeping her head out from her room, looking rather upset. "I thought I had heard you outside." The older sister of the two was the most level-headed among them, so seeing her upset was more abnormal and concerning. "Young miss, is everything alright? Your sisters just passed me in the hall and-" Before Lyla could finish, Seraphina had raised her hand out of the doorway for her to stop. The older twin grinned sheepishly and then began, "I am still to finish getting ready. Would you assist me with my hair?" Lyla knew this was code for the girls wanting to talk. She nodded and walked into the room, happily obliging.To be refined, and polished for continuity.
Chapter 61. The Princess's Gambit - Part IIEncounter Two: The Training Hall at DuskThe training hall was never truly empty.Not for Sylen Velwraithe.Even in silence, he could hear the echoes of sparring matches long past — the crack of wooden staves, the ring of steel against steel, the barks of command from captains whose bones now lay in the catacombs beneath Ebonspire. The air was heavy with ghosts. Smoke and oil clung to the rafters, seared into the grain of wood and stone after decades of battle-drills.Sylen moved through that silence as though he belonged to it, a shadow among shadows. He had stripped down to the waist, skin gleaming with the sheen of exertion, his broad chest heaving with steady rhythm. The scars across his torso glimmered faintly where torchlight licked them — pale ridges earned in campaigns that now felt like another lifetime.His wings — vast, black as midnight — shifted occasionally, rustling in the still air like restless banners. His sword whistled ar
Chapter 60. The Blacksmith's Forge - Part 2The firelight played across her pale features, contorting with uncertainty as to whether that was considered rude. Alive with the colours of fires, the glow of hot coals, turning her dark hair into a curtain of molten black.Finally, she asked, "How are they made? The blades we carry into battle. The blades that choose who lives or dies."The smith grunted, approving of her curiosity.Behind Korvash, his older apprentice, Nyxis Black, continued using the forge. As it roared as though it were alive, it was unlike anything Seraphina was accustomed to. Causing her to jump, a little with fright, caught off guard from the sudden loud noise.She cursed internally at her reaction.The heat here was heavy and shimmered in waves, licking the stone walls, which seemed to consume the light of the embers, and the smell of smoke, iron, and sweat pressed in like a second skin on every surface tha
Chapter 59. The Blacksmith's Forge - Part 1 The great roar of the forge hit Seraphina's senses first—a deep, bellowing heat that rolled over her like a living thing. The air smelled of burning coal and molten steel, thick enough to coat her tongue; it tasted awful, she could feel it in her breath and wings. She hesitated at the threshold, her talons curling against the stone walls. At the anvil stood the blacksmith she had been recommended to go to. "Korvash, he's a big guy! You won't be able to miss him." She'd known about the Royal Forge, but until now hadn't actually known where it was or who owned it. Until she had asked some of the royal knights around the castle today. What was better place to learn about control and fire than the place where the weapons themselves were forged? A silhouette against the embers of his work, Korvash's massive frame haloed in firelight, hammer rising and falling in a rhythm that shook the ground beneath her talons. The outline was wrong... for
Chapter 58. The Swordmaster's Lessons This morning sun angled over the stone terrace of the training grounds. Not far from the burning mist from the cliffs below slowly swelled and blew lightly, creating an appearance that there was far more land where it covered, instead of a sheer drop to what could be a very quick and fatal death. The clang of steel echoed across the practice ground where Seraphina Ebonspire circled her new opponent, a blunted black steel blade held firm. Her new temporary instructor, who had stepped in over the last little while—was Master Kaelen Falcrest, a sergeant—moved with surprising speed, his sword a blur in his hand. He was quite a bit younger than Lord Sylen Velwraithe by at least a decade. His feathers were still glossy black shot with storm-grey, not from age but just a tinge of lightness in his feathers, making them appear extra glossy, even though he was not the type to wax his feathers. Though only distantly of noble blood, Kaelen had trained under
Chapter 57. The Princess's GambitOn her late-night flight back to the castle from the Mourhollow House, Serphora's mind had whirled with shapes in shadow and figures moving in darkness. She shook her head. Right now, what she wouldn't give for a distraction of any type from what felt like the impending darkness that threatened to swallow her whole. That's when she flew silently over the open-air training and sparring grounds, built firmly onto a ledge at the lower back of the castle. One of her favourite distractions and... tests... or projects was spotted out doing some late-night work - that soldier her mother seemed to trust so much... the one that never seemed to rest or sleep.Quickly, she headed to her room and slipped into something a bit looser for what she had in mind for the small hours of the night.♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦The moonlight spilled in silver sheets across the Raven Castle's training courtyard, long after the sparring matches had ended. The stones still smelled faintly of o
Chapter 56. Whispers of Ash and StoneThe Mourhollow estate sat on the high ridge of one of the smaller of the three mountains, to the west, its more narrow black-slated towers draped in the usual mist that adorned the Raven Kingdom on a semi-permanent basis. The towers jutted out like sentinels carved from shadow.The family's crest — a crescent moon angled just above a scroll — was long welded and adorned on the great iron gates that had patches of rust, which creaked when they opened. At Sephora's approach to the castle, there was no need to use the gate. She had flown directly down here at dusk, her feathers damp from the misty dew that clung to this evening's air, her heart weighed down by the memory of the forest's suffocating silence and some of the discussion her mother, Queen Nox had had with her.The man of the hour, Corvin Mourhollow greeted his dear friend himself. He was dressed plainly for once, in a dark tunic belted with silver-looking spheres at the waist, his dark ha