Chapter 31. Down The Garbge Shoot Waiting for Maven to arrive at Ingram's, Doctor Sephora had taken the blood-stained and mostly-dead human body was the correct decision. To Sephora’s surprise, Maven’s sister had turned out to be Ingram’s mate. This was the reason that she often came by and visited after work. Dropping in any leftover food that wasn’t eaten from that day. However, Raven Princess Sephora sitting in Doctor Ingram’s home while it wasn’t the largest and most surprising piece of news for either sister, the werewolf unconscious in human form, laying in the surgery was. Ingram’s mate instantly freaked out and began screaming at him to get it out of the house, all before she locked eyes with Sephora. Who was sitting, looking innocent as she ever? Maven, the old housekeeping of Royal's castle, remained neutral and just watched the commotion for a few minutes before yelling. “QUITE!” Her eyes met Sephora’s icy blue eyes, like the old and kind king’s. A wave of no

Chapter 32. Ravens, Peacocks, Eurasian Eagle Owls Evening had dropped its dark curtain over the Raven Harpy’s Lands and mountainous, alpine, Kingdom. The castle being carved into the tops of the tallest of the three mountains, meant that despite the thick cloud cover all of those below the summit would experience tonight, the royal household and all of those who dwelled within would get to enjoy the spectacle of the crescent moon. The stars shimmered and glistened around the moon, as did each of the beads that were woven onto Lady Nox’s dark evening dress; slimmer and fitting but still holding a regal aura to it. If it were not for the Raven Queen’s snow white skin, no one would have known, she was there. Her dress perfectly camouflaged her into the sky of her stone balcony. Of course, no high born Raven Harpy would consider being seen without their signature black breast plate. The earlier commotions and spectacles of the castle, had not reached the Queen’s ears or ch

Chapter 34: Honesty's Victory Without waking his father, Master Fenn had sought out the Raven Queen early that morning as the light finally welcomed daybreak to the sky. After finally locating the baths and washing up. He was partly sour for not being able to enjoy them as he intended last night, after witnessing that peacock’s distasteful behavior. Someone had been up even earlier, and to the baths before him. Wet footprints lead out of the baths. A noble-looking dark green dress, with bronzed stitching and breastplate, lay crumpled at the edge of the steps down. It was clearly a woman's breastplate, so Master Fenn couldn't help wondering who had been here. It wasn't of royal quality... he dismissed the thought quickly since it was no one of his interest. Likely, one of the pleasant servant girls washing up before or after their work? **** From what the young Tawny Harpy had gathered, the Peacock Harpy Royals were the odd ones out at the dinner invitation last night. Clearly an

Chapter 36: A Declaration of War? That morning, at her usual check-in to the Raven castle, Maven did her rounds and usual. In full knowledge of what now lurked in the bowels of the mountain. It terrified the old Raven, to her bones. Usually, her old bones were right as rain. The old servant did her rounds, as her hands continued to tremor. Even the chef noticed her hands during the preparation of breakfast. He decided not to ask but made a point of letting her know that the cutlery was clacking oddly as she carried plates to the breakfast table. Maven did not get a great feeling about this whole situation. Try as she could to work through her thoughts, and race to overthink. It was something she couldn’t dismiss from the pit of her stomach. Let alone that she helped get the beast into the castle dungeons… but in the fact, Maven now did not know if the youngest princess had told the Raven Queen about it, yet - at all, or if Sephora ever planned to. The old harpy felt that she h

Chapter 38: Order of the Day. "Morning Chef-ie," Cheering eagerly, she peered her curious head into the kitchen. Wearing her long black silken hair down for a change, it draped over her shoulder. Her make-up was done in its usual girly pink style with a smokey eye that smoldered against her icy blues, "What's on for breakfast?" A smile crawled across his face at the princess's sweet smile and countenance, "Some more, international foods this morning for you to try. I want to make our guests feel as though they are home." Sephora stepped around the corner, curiosity getting the better of her. "Sooo... talk me through the options. It smells great in here." Her clothing was blood red this morning, with her lips matching perfectly. It was a stark and bold change, other than her black breastplate. Made just as much for war and protection, as decoration and adornment. Her talons were worn in an almond style. She looked... very well put together this morning for someone who had missed la