59 - Finding Myself To Be Unusually Chatty Today (3.34k words)

Before we left to check on the canal, the boys were thinking about heating things up in the bedroom the same night, especially since Muir would be busy flying around and coordinating with his eagle pals while Skaris would have to stay back and watch the house, and who knew for how long this time.Skaris licked his lips, "I'm afraid to see your face after getting to know your body. I'm worried my heart might just give out not only with your wild ways but also your appearance." He tenderly placed my rough hand, covered in callouses and scars, against his cheek, "But no matter what, it's still your pair of hands that I love the most ─ the very hands that have saved me ─ they hold my heart in their grasp and give it life.""..." I glanced down at the two cocks I was riding, then up at him, "..."Really now?Skaris was more into lovemaking than a simple fuck. He loved to flatter me and say a lot of weird and mushy stuff.I brought him closer and caressed his cheek and hair. My lips pressed gently against his. "Your heart is yours. If you keep it to yourself, I will not feel offended.""I will keep it and use it for your sake then," Skaris rested his forehead on mine. His deep breaths brushed over my lips as if trying not to feel my body only. It was an intense look. "Every beat, every breath will be for you, Dear." His fangs flashed out as his mouth curled into a vague smile, and his closed eye squinted, making the scar on his missing eye even more apparent. It was almost as if he was worshiping me and not just having sex.Muir hugged me from the side. "As will I," he said, his voice deep and warm. They both became a bit competitive as if trying to prove who could be more devoted to me. "Even if you were to abandon me, I would still follow and serve you, and if I were to die for your sake, I would die happy.""..." I stared blankly at them. If they were some random human Joes, I'd tell them to quit their lovey-dovey bullshit. But they weren't, so I let them have their little competition and didn't try to dissuade them.I tried to sieve their words and enjoy my simple fuck, but it was getting too mushy, too intimate. Way too much, so I stood up, their cocks slipping out of me. I crept toward the laptop to switch off the camera. I thought of saving the recording for Vick and Curtis, but now, I was contemplating deleting the whole thing.I didn't like cheating, but if my Kraken introduced me to his side chick, I would be fine with it. Was my self-worth always this low? I was never a good person to begin with, so maybe it came from knowing that I'm a shitty person? I'm not sure, but him, having other lovers beside me, seemed like such a small issue when I considered how little I had to offer as a partner.The guys' faces dropped. Muir and Skaris faced each other, both wondering what they did wrong."What's wrong?" Muir asked."Did we hurt you?" Skaris followed.I shook my head, "Just didn't want your semen to go to waste."Muir and Skaris were silent. Waiting. Watching. Obviously not buying what I was selling.I guess I really should give that self-proclaimed head male a serious talk about finding a way to tone down our boys' beastly senses. Seriously. They could sniff out my mood swings like a shark smells blood.I sighed and walked back to the bed, sitting between them. Muir's and Skaris' hands rested on their laps. They were tense and uncomfortable."Sorry for ruining the mood," I said, leaning my head on the pillow and staring at the ceiling, "If you want to hug me, do it properly," I extended my arms.Immediately, each of their arms wrapped around me. They snuggled up and relaxed."What are you thinking about?" Muir asked while wiping himself with his free hand, immediately understanding that I was no longer in the mood for sex.Feeling a tad guilty, I found myself becoming unusually chatty, "About Vick and the nonsense he spews all the time. Do you want to know why my sisters, the ones he bad-mouthed after he returned, hate me? It's more than simple jealousy."They perked their ears."My father wants his subjects to be loyal not only to him, but also to me," I started explaining, "Loyalty is earned, not given, and the most effective way to earn it is through friendship forged in blood and hardship. He would send me on the deadliest missions to gain the new recruit's trust, respect, and loyalty. Sometimes, I would bring back girls ─ unpredictable and vicious. A handful, but the best kind."I continued, "Their hatred is my reminder that I'm not a hero who saved their world from a tyrant but a villain who ruined the world they loved. I even gave them a chance to overthrow my father, the orchestrator behind the scenes, but instead, they ended up swooning over him. Next thing you know, he's got a whole fan club."As I continued to share a part of my past with them, my thoughts drifted back to the memory of how I first came to have a sister.· · ─────── · ⊱❈⊰· ─────── · ·"Don't love it, and you won't miss it," said my father, slicing off his latest lover's head with his sword. In blind speed, his body blurred before appearing and crouching before me, his cloak shielding me from the spray of her blood. I looked down.My blood was staining his hand as he calmly pulled the knife out of my tummy and treated the wound, ripping his shirt to make a bandage."Don't look down and cry. You will grow weak. Look at her," he ordered.I did. The woman who treated me so sweetly, so lovingly, the woman who promised to be my mother, was now staring at me, her expression horrified."Why did you kill her?" I asked.His eyes flashed in surprise, but only for a second, "Princess. She tried to kill you first.""You ordered her," I corrected."And she was willing," he pointed out as he picked me up. I looked little and frail, like a porcelain doll, in his arms, "What mother would kill her child? She is a failure of a mother.""She wouldn't kill me if I were her real child."Father choked up in a fit of laughter. It was so sudden and loud, his men ran to see what happened. "My little princess is so cute," he said, hugging me tighter, "I love you so much. Don't ever leave daddy.""I will.""No, you won't. Because daddy won't let you," he sang, his bloody fingers pinching my cheeks."You just wait and see... old fart," I grumbled under my nose."What was that, princess?""You are an old fart," I repeated louder, "So old, you are one step away from becoming a dustball!"The men in the room froze, looking at me and my father. They expected a murder or two."Who taught you that?" Father asked, his tone serious.I shrugged."Who?" he repeated.I stayed silent.Father looked around. All men denied the accusation. "Who taught her?" he raised his voice.Everyone went silent. No one dared to say a word.I eventually pointed at the corpse with my little finger, "She did. She would talk about how ugly and old you are.""...""...""...""..."Everyone knew I was lying, but no one was willing to say it."Oh..." Father said, his lips twitching in amusement. He turned his head away, but I caught him smiling. "What else did she tell you?""She said that you are a big pervert.""...""...""..."The people in the room, once again, froze. They stared at me, and then at him."How so?" he asked, not even denying as he ordered his men to take away the corpse."She said that if you ever beat me again, I have to kick you back really hard," I continued, "Where the sun doesn't shine," throwing my little shoe at his crotch."...""...""...""..."The man, who had just helped Father out of his blood-soaked cloak, shuddered at the mere thought. My kicks could shatter boulders. He would be split in two.· · ─────── · ⊱❈⊰· ─────── · ·"She said that?" Father asked.Once we reached his office, he began to pick apart all sorts of things. When we weren't on the go, we usually used this room as everything possible: our sleeping space, our dining area, study room, my playground, you name it. Father created a small pile in the middle, discarding everything that was tampered with and considered dangerous."Yeah." I nodded, "Aaaaand a pervert."Father nodded, looking around, checking the state of the room. He smiled, and his men felt the shiver go down their spines. "Leave us."The room cleared out instantly.Father looked at me, his smile gone, his gaze cold. His fist connected with my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs. "I won't be there to save you every time! You can't keep throwing your life away!" I curled up, crying and coughing, "I don't care!""You don't care?!" he roared and threw me at the wall and then at the floor, smashing the vases and paintings along the way. "You want to die? Then die! See if I care!""I hate you!" I picked myself up and marched at him."No, you don't! You just say that!""I do!" I kicked his shin."Shut up!" He kicked me back, sending me flying again.Even though my body was little, it was stronger and tougher than the average human. My bones didn't break. My skin didn't bruise. "I hate you!""SHUT UP!"I rolled over and grabbed the leg of a chair, raising it above myself like a weapon, "Pervert! Old fart! Dustball! Ugly! Grumpy! Pervert! Stupid! Old fart!""You punny rat! You think you are smarter now just because you learned some new words to insult me? Huh?!" He raised the chair, making me hang on with my tiny hands, my legs dangling in the air, "You can't defeat me, so you think you can hurt me with your words? Huh?!"His words stung, and I cried louder because he was right."Stop crying," he said, hooking his arm around me and placing the chair back on the floor."Let me go," I sobbed, trashing around, "I don't want to see your ugly face.""Shut up. If you have a complaint, then tell me after you have grown up.""I won't be alive long enough to grow up!""I told you to stop crying," Father repeated, this time a lot calmer, and placed me on the bed. He lay next to me, caressing my hair. "You always give me such a headache," he complained, "always causing me trouble.""You are a terrible father.""You are a terrible child," he countered, "I am cursed to have you as a daughter. Your mother gave birth to you under the unluckiest star.""Then create a time machine and make another child with mommy under a better star," I sniffed.Father was silent for a moment, and then said, "That's not a bad idea.""Be sure to give me a sibling. I want a sibling that looks more like mommy, not your clone," I demanded, already planning out what I was going to bring along when we visit the past together. (YY was too excited by the thought to realize she would probably disappear if her mother gave birth to someone else.)He raised a brow, "A sibling? You want a sibling?""If I have a sibling, they'll help me bully you," I said, convinced that if father had another child, they'd be just as fearless in standing against our father as me.He rubbed his temples, "I need a drink.""I'm thirsty too," I said."You aren't getting any alcohol. It's bad for kids.""So is beating them.""If you behaved like a proper Lady, then I wouldn't have to enforce military discipline on you," he poured me a cup of water, placing a bamboo straw against my lips, "Here, drink."I sipped a few times, reaching over for my favorite plushy on the bed, a teddy bear in a soldier uniform, and hugging it, "Mommy would never do this," I muttered, "She would never beat me. Never, never, never.""Your mommy is dead. You have no idea what she would do.""I know. You killed her like you killed all the others.""I didn't kill her. I just allowed her to die."I squeezed my plushy, "You must have been a bad husband to her. You must have hit her like you hit me too.""I don't hit women. I only hit you because you are a brat. You deserve a beating every time you act like one. Why did you allow her to stab you?"I lifted my shirt to remove the piece of his shirt wrapped around my tummy. The knife wound has already healed, leaving no trace behind. It was only the bloodstain on my clothes that gave any indication of what happened, "If I die, I'll get to see my real mommy. She must be lonely, waiting for me to join her. I hope she isn't angry with me for taking so long."Father stared at me as I tossed the remains of his shirt on the ground like a rag, his expression unreadable, "What about me? Won't you miss me?"I blinked, looking at him, "We can visit mommy together."Father rubbed his face, groaning in annoyance, "You're forcing me to say something I hoped I'd never have to, but your mommy's last wish was to give birth to a child that will become my downfall," With a deep sigh, he locked eyes with me, his voice heavy with resignation, "You are just a product of her hatred and obsession. Your existence is her revenge, and your life, her final act. If you visit her without granting her last wish, she'll be very sad and disappointed in you."I hid my face in the plushy, "You are lying. You are making this up," I said, my voice muffled.He pulled me into a tighter hug, "Why would I lie about this? We didn't even have a chance to get to know each other before you started hating me. How are you going to explain that?"I shook my head."Come on. Use your brain," Father said, pinching my cheek, "Think. It hurts when you see my face. It hurts when I speak to you, but does it hurt that much when we fight?"I thought hard, and when I came to a realization, my little heart broke, "Mommy... hate us?""It would be a lie to say she loved us," Father explained, "If she loved us, she would have waited until we could raise you together. But she didn't."His words made sense, so I cried harder."Now, now," Father hugged me, rocking back and forth, "Calm down. I will protect you. I won't let your mother's spirit haunt you, nor will I let her legacy harm you. I will raise you to be strong and resilient so that one day, when you meet her, you can tell her she was wrong."I wiped my face and hiccuped, "Is it true? Did mommy curse me?""Yes," Father nodded, "It's a truth so terrible, I couldn't tell you until you were older, but now you know, so stop crying and be a big girl.""Can we visit her grave?"My father knocked his fist against my head, flabbergasted, "Did you even listen to what I was saying?! Why do you still want to visit that old hag? If I catch you sneaking off again, I'll lock you in the dungeon with a pack of wolves.""I want to bring mommy flowers," I muttered, "CEE said she used to like flowers.""We don't have any.""I can make some out of paper." I jumped off the bed, "I think mommy cursed me to protect me from you. I'm sure she doesn't want me to become your puppet like other people.""...""..."Father watched me running around, trying to gather the material to craft a bouquet.· · ─────── · ⊱❈⊰· ─────── · ·"I'm done," I walked back to him, paper flowers in hand, "Can we go now?"Father rubbed his temples, his face scrunched up. "What do I do with this child?" He walked toward my wardrobe, staring at the ruffle dresses and puffy skirts I wear when I play dress up with the camp's courtesans. He ended up picking out a familiar uniform, a small replica of his.We washed up and changed our clothes. He then tied a cloak around my shoulders and black mask on my face ─ made of a smooth, lightweight material that felt cool against my skin. He put on a similar mask and carried me downstairs as if our earlier meltdown had never happened."Clean up my office and prepare my horse," Father commanded in a firm tone."My Lord," said CEE, "You are supposed to meet the King and his daughter in two hours. Should I cancel the meeting?""No," Father replied, heading toward the stables, "We will meet them on the way."I held out my plushy to CEE, "His uniform needs a wash.""I understand," he said, accepting my plushy covered in my blood, snot, and tears."Take care of him," I ordered."With my life," CEE bowed.The camp outside the castle was bustling with people. Men were packing their weapons and gear. Everything was moving, and everyone had a purpose.I peeked out of Father's embrace, waving at the courtesans who walked around. They offered the men coquettish smiles and touches and then pulled them into the tents for a private moment. A few noticed me and responded playfully, blowing delicate kisses my way. Father said nothing as I giggled and tried to catch the kisses. Their sweet, flowery scents and feminine aura were like a reward after a gruesome battle. The smelly men would even wash up before returning to the camp, not wanting to offend these beauties' delicate senses.I would sometimes help CEE tend to the wounded and sick soldiers, but it was our courtesans, who tended to the hearts of our men."Father," I said, looking up at him as we galloped away on his horse, "Must we help him win another war? He already has so much land.""We are going to negotiate peace this time. The King wants to offer his princess to us as a tribute," Father explained. "In exchange, we are expected to leave his land.""How old is she?""Ten, I believe," Father replied."Three years older than me," I said. Even though my slow growth made me look just like a typical five-year-old girl, I could count pretty well. "Do you think we can be friends?""Don't bother. She'll probably be a spy sent by her father," Father said, "Don't get attached.""I know," I smiled.Father looked down at me, "Are you happy now?"I nodded, "It'll be nice to have another princess to talk to.""Talk about what?""About princessy things," I said."And those would be...?""Dresses and tea parties," I replied.After we visited mommy's grave, Father allowed me to bring back a princess friend.The same day, he killed her father and uprooted her kingdom, then planted a puppet on the throne.A few years later, my father offered my first sister as a bride to another kingdom.╔═══ Author's note ════╗Now we know the reason behind YY's bias toward women. She had been surrounded by men her whole life.🤭There are a few plotholes, which I plan to fill along the way. 😇╚═════════════════╝