"Daria, the Warrior Queen" (closed to current writers)

[SandS13]

Meara took the offered elbow. "It was recommended by the healer that I not. I think it was for Daria's sake, the appearance of the queen with a woman is irregular enough but to then have that woman with child from a man who is not in the picture...wasn't..."

She sighed softly. "I have been trying to figure out what to do all day since I learned of the pregnancy. I- I am scared. And now that Daria has another...she swears she loves me and has no wish to send me away but what if..what if she does and I am with child? I did not know you were here. I am honestly very confused. Now...."

Meara turned her head to look at Gwent. "Daria said she will love the child as she does me. How can I know that you love me, that she loves me? How can I know what the right thing to do is? When I think of you leaving that day, my heart hurts. When I learned she had a new lover, my heart hurt. Is that was love is? A heart that hurts?"
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Palla strolled through the city heading where she was told the sheriff was staying. She frowned and pouted when told he was taking a walk. Not to be defeated, Palla bounced off behind the building. She had visions of Gwent pushing her against a tree and licking her until she came, the orgasm Daria had denied her. Then she would bend over and let him fuck her soft, smooth pussy.

She hummed to herself as she made her way into the park.

Her face clouded over when she saw the head of long curly hair that walked beside Gwent. Her Gwent. Meara had given him up. Palla walked quickly as she tried to catch up.
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Finna shook her head. "I don't know for certain mistress. I suspect to find the sheriff, since she arrived with him or to see the city..."

She felt terrible but the rumours that were quickly moving like wild fire were worse. She felt the queen had needed to know she she could put an end to it sooner instead of later.

 

[PennySaver]

Gwent found himself conflicted about how to proceed with Meara. Even though he wouldn't tell her this, obviously, his primary drive had always been and still was today furthering his own future. As a member of the Black Army, he'd sought promotion to the Vanguard or to Daria's own Bodyguard Detachment; once a member of the latter, he'd yearned for a promotion to Officer; he'd gotten something even better, though, being assigned to protect Meara, which had led the the Sheriff's role in Yarlham.

Making Meara fat with child had been all about keeping himself close to Daria, the source of all significant power and, therefore, wealth in the land. He hadn't had a real plan for how he was going to use being Meara's baby daddy to his advantage, of course; he'd hoped he would figure it out when the time came.

He hadn't.

"Is that was love is? A heart that hurts?"

Gwent was contemplating his response when he caught sight of the Bodyguard hurrying toward the side entrance to the semi-private garden. Stepping in front of Meara and laying his hand upon the hilt of his sword, he waited to see if there was an cause for harm.

That was when he saw Palla.

 

[SandS13]

Palla put on her biggest smile. It didn't reach her eyes. "Sister!"

Meara was like a statue behind Gwent. She was grateful he had stepped in front of her. She knew he was just protecting her but she was still grateful. A hand reached out slowly and grabbed the back of his coat. She had known Palla was here but knowing it and seeing her were two very different things.

She tried to compose herself but as Palla approached, hair done and nicer dress than she could even hope to afford, she waivered. She loved her sister, admired her and looked up to her. "Palla." Meara smiled.

It fell as Palla essentially threw herself at Gwent and kissed him, deep and firm on the lips. She looked away.

Palla smiled sweetly at Gwent before moving to take her sister's hands. "Look at you, little mouse. So clean. No more horse shit for us hmm?" She twirled Meara. "A lovely dress. larger bust would fill it out more but well, the colour suits."

Meara smiled. "Thank you...I know I should have chosen differently perhaps..."

"Oh don't worry, I am here now and I will make sure you are dressed as you should be. What fun we will have hmm?" Palla wrapped an arm around Meara. She frowned and pushed Meara's soft curls from her face.

"Are you surprised to see me? I was surprised to learn you had ended up in the castle. Last we heard you are a slave. I had a rough time of it you know...our brave sheriff found it in his heart to take me in, care for me." Palla smiled at Gwent.

Meara seemed even smaller next to her bright and vibrant sister. Palla kept an arm around Meara and then slipped her other onto Gwent's arm.

"What brings you two out here for a stroll? Hmm?" Palla barely kept the jealousy from her voice. She wanted them as far apart as possible.

Meara tried to shrink away. "We were talking..maybe I should leave you two alone..."

"Would you little mouse? That would just be the sweetest thing...I have missed his arms.." Palla cooed. She enjoyed making her sister unhappy. She was the eldest, she deserved to be the one Gwent and Daria came to.

 

[PennySaver]

"Sister!"

Gwent's stomach turned over anxiously at Palla's call to her sibling. He studied her expression and body language and knew right away that the joy she was showing was feigned and false. How could it not be? Almost from the moment that Gwent and Palla had realized their connection through Meara, the elder sister had been trying to convince him that she was the right sister for him.

The kiss she planted on his mouth when she practically leaped into his arms only made things worse, and Gwent knew without a doubt that it had been drama meant to stake her claim before Meara's very eyes. The younger suggested that the two of them be alone together, and the eldest responded quickly, "Would you little mouse? That would just be the sweetest thing...I have missed his arms.."

"Wait, Meara," Gwent said even before the woman carrying his child began to move away, repeating as she continued, "Wait! Do not leave."

He stepped back and to his left to put Meara once again at his side as he faced Palla. He had no idea what he was supposed to say at this moment; he wanted to take Meara away with him to Yarlham and raise his child, but at the same time he wanted that child to be raised in the castle by the Queen because that would keep him more closely tied to Daria, but at the same time he wanted to maintain his sexual relationship with Palla because she'd been even more sexually exciting than Meara, despite Meara's training with the island girl, but at the same time--

"Isn't this cozy."

Gwent, Palla, and Meara all looked to the back door of the Harton House at the same time to see Daria standing there with a pair of Bodyguards on each side of her; she was not happy.

 

[SandS13]

Palla was annoyed as Gwent told Meara to wait. She put a hand on his arm to stop him but he was moving back to Meara's side.

Palla huffed a little.

Meara looked around unsure what to do. It was decided for them as Daria appeared. Gwent immediately bowed to her. Meara dropped her eyes and her head. Palla smiled at Daria before dropping her head as well.

No one spoke. Palla was the first to lift her head though. She batted her eyes, a smile still on her lips.

Meara lifted her head. She chanced a glance towards Daria before dropping her eyes once more.

 

[PennySaver]

Daria wasn't overjoyed at the situation, obviously, but she was at least happy that the three had had the intelligence to show their respect upon seeing her.

As she began the short walk down the trail toward the trio, Palla looked up with what Daria instantly took to be a bit of flirtation. Daria didn't react immediately, but when she reached a point just a few steps from the little group, she ordered the Bodyguards flanking her with a calm voice, "Please take Palla into the house … and … if she gives you any trouble, you have my permission to beat her."

She didn't know whether the girl would put up a fuss or simply head up the trail, but either way as she was being escorted away and for a moment following, Daria simply studied the two standing before her before she bluntly asked Meara, "Have you made a decision? Are you raising your child with me in the castle … or with him in Yarlham."

Daria hesitated just long enough for Meara to begin to open her mouth then cut in with a softer tone, "This will be the last time I offer you this choice, my love. Live with the Lord Sheriff … or live with your Queen. Decide now … decide forever."

 

[SandS13]

Palla pouted and looked annoyed but the threat of a beating was enough to ensure she kept her mouth shut. She went to the house with the guards. She didn't understand why Daria was mad and what she had done but then again, maybe it was spill over from her being mad at Meara. That little glimmer of hope made her smile.

Meara looked up at Daria. There was no decision to make now. Daria had given her a choice - go with the sheriff or her queen. No one would be stupid enough to commit treason by doing anything against their ruler. She cast an apologetic look to Gwent and hoped he would understand that she did not wish to be punished for treason. She hadn't even been sure she wanted to go with Gwent but what she wanted didn't really matter. Meara was learning that life was the illusion of choice.

"My queen is always my choice." Her voice was soft as she stepped forward, her eyes cast down to her feet.

 

[PennySaver]

Gwent knew by Meara's sorrowful expression what choice she was about to make before her mouth ever opened.

"My queen is always my choice."

It was a crushing blow, of course … or … was it? He turned enough to face Meara directly, bowed, and said with as sincere a tone as he could, "You have made the best and only choice, Miss Meara … for yourself … for your child … for the Realm."

Standing tall again and turning to face Daria directly, Gwent once again bowed, telling her, "Thank you, Mistress … for showing your love and caring for Miss Meara … and for her child..."

He was careful not to refer to the baby as his child as he didn't yet known Daria's feelings on the whole matter. Meara had said that the Healer suggested she abort the baby for Daria, but had Daria played a part in that suggestion? Gwent simply didn't know.

He continued trying to sound as eloquent as he could, a task as his education and exposure to truly wise people had been mediocre at best, "...and may this child grow up happy, healthy, and wise … wise in loving his … or her mother and his Queen as I am sure they will in return."

Daria studied Gwent for a short moment before saying with a great deal of emotion, "Thank you, Lord Sheriff."

She thought that was the end of the conversation and was about to send Gwent away when the man asked suddenly, "Mistress … my Queen … may I make a humble request of you--"

He looked to the other woman, adding before turning back to Daria, "--and of Miss Meara."

Daria hesitated, then simply nodded. Gwent bowed again before asking, "May I ask..."

He hesitated again, uncertain of how to ask this question without possibly ending this day with his head on a pike. Gwent went on, making an offer as opposed to asking the question he'd considered. "After I have returned to Yarlham to continue my good work there … if ever you, Mistress … or you, Miss Meara … find that your child's life would be enhanced in any way by the involvement of an old soldier come Sheriff..."

He bowed forward almost to the point of toppling forward onto Daria's feet, "...I would be honored and humbled … to be invited to offer all I am and all I have."

When he finished, Gwent remained in the bowing position, as was expected of a supplicant who had asked for something while not on his knees. Gwent hoped Daria would respond quickly, one way or another, as this wasn't entirely comfortable for a back injured so often during battle. But if necessary, he would stand here for hours or even days until Daria either gave her response or turned and departed the garden.

Thankfully for him, Daria responded after just a dozen seconds or so, "This is not an issue for which I am prepared to give an answer at this time, Lord Sheriff."

Gwent slowly rose to height, nodded a thank you to her, looked to Meara, and offered, "Then if you have no more need for me, Miss Meara … Mistress … I will return to Yarlham to continue my governance of your citizens … and eagerly await the call."

Daria stepped aside from the path as an indication that she was done with the man, and so long as Meara didn't interject, he could bow once again and depart.

 

[SandS13]

Meara remained very still, eyes down. Gwent did what any soldier, any honourable and smart man would have done in his position. He praised her choice, he complimented his queen for her generosity and caring.

She wanted to cry as Gwent said he hoped the child would grow up happy, healthy and wise. She didn't move though, she made no noise. As quiet and unobtrusive as possible.

Meara did look up when Gwent mentioned being honoured to come and be involved should they desire it. It was a bold move but it pulled at her heart. Daria's response was not a hard as Meara had feared it would be.

Then Gwent was once more gone from her life.

Meara clasped her hands in front of her and waited to be ordered back to the castle. She wanted to ask about Palla but she didn't dare utter a noise.

 

[PennySaver]

Daria studied the almost cowering Meara for a long moment, then said bluntly, "I have taken your sister as a sexual servant, Meara."

She gave Meara a moment to digest the information -- which the girl had already correctly assumed, of course -- then continued, "This is not a reflection of my love for you, Meara. I love you … I am in love with you … I wish you to be with me, at my side, for the remainder of my life. No one will ever come between us. However … Palla will live at the castle … and she will service me in my bed when I desire it."

Daria hesitated a moment, then continued, "Inside, there is a small chest of gold and silver coins. It is what most nobles would call a small fortune and what all peasants would call a gift from the Gods. I am going inside to speak with your sister for a moment, then I am going out front to Midnight … and then leaving. If you cannot see your way free to loving me … to living with me … under the conditions I have set … you need not join me outside. Meara, this is not a test. Please do not think it one. It is an offer … as with the Lord Sheriff my last and final offer … to allow you to spend your life with me, not as a slave … not as a servant … but as my one true love … my soul mate."

She stepped forward, lifted the slightly shorter woman's face in her hands, and pressed a soft, closed mouth kiss upon the girl's face. In a whisper, she finished, "Make a choice … here and now with no one else present to hear or judge you for that choice..."

Daria wasn't entirely certain that Meara had chosen to stay with her out of total freedom; she feared that Meara feared that not choosing Daria over Gwent would have caused harm to the man, and Daria wanted Meara to know that that had not been the case.

She stepped back, told Meara not to make a choice until after she'd entered the house, then turned and walked away. Inside the Harton House, Daria found Palla standing in the library off the foyer. She walked up to her, reared a hand back, and slapped the girl so hard that it sent her onto a nearby couch. She walked over to stand over the sobbing teen and warned, "Never disappoint me again."

She ordered the Bodyguard to get Palla on a horse and back to the castle, where she was to be locked inside her room. Then, gathering herself, Daria headed out of the house, mounted Midnight, looked at the shadows falling across the alley, and estimated how far they would move in 5 minutes.

If Meara hadn't come outside by then … she would ride away without looking back.

 

[SandS13]

Meara nodded. She understood. She didn't think that Daria's definition of soul mate or true love was right. Wouldn't it mean not having other lovers? Hadn't she asked that of Meara?

She didn't question it though. She let Daria kiss her. There was nothing but sadness in the girl's eyes. When Daria left her, she walked as if in a trance to where she was to wait for Daria. She felt numb.

She watched as a teary eyed Palla was put on a horse. There was no emotion in her face. It was as if she was watching the world pass her through a window.

Daria came out and again, Meara only vaguely registered it was happening. She walked to where Midnight stood. Then her eyes turned to the castle. There was no horse for her. Unthinking she began walking towards the castle.

 

[PennySaver]

"Meara!" Daria snapped before laughing and gesturing to one of the Bodyguards yet to mount up. He took hold of Meara's waist and almost threw the petite woman up onto the front of his Mistress's saddle. Daria kissed her on the lips softly and whispered, "You're a silly girl sometimes."

After directing the Bodyguard to get Palla back at a trot, the rest of them walked their horses slowly through the city toward the castle with Daria holding her lover about the waist. She endeavored to lighten the mood with histories and telling stories about what they were seeing along the way. When they reached the castle doors, the Bodyguard helped Meara down again, and Daria took her by the hand and led her as she had that first day up to her suite.

"I do not know how to make you happy about our arrangement, my love," Daria said once they were in the room alone. "Tell me … what can I do for you? Anything? All you need do is ask."

 

[SandS13]

Meara simply let things happen. She was put on the horse. Daria kissed her. She made no motion to return the kiss. She was put down and led to her room. She stared ahead.

She walked into the room, away from Daria and to the window. She shook her head, curls shaking with the motion.

"I require nothing." Her tone was flat. She stared out at the city. Meara was beginning to long for the days when she was a slave. At least then she knew her role, what was expected of her. All the words, the professions of love and want. The illusion of wanting to make her happy. She felt like a rag doll, made pretty and expected to do as her owner puppeteered.

 

[PennySaver]

Short of commanding Meara to be happy, Daria hadn't known what to do about the situation with her. Ironically, the Queen began to have the same thoughts about her soul mate once again being classified a slave. It would have made things so much simpler.

Daria left Meara alone for the rest of that day and -- because she had other demands on her time -- the next two days as well. Hamma was tasked with secretly meeting Finna to ask about Meara's situation, and the word Hamma brought back was that Meara was isolating herself in her room, sometimes simply staring out upon the city and countryside beyond it for hours on end. And she was hardly eating either, which worried Daria regarding the baby's development.

The Healer was sent to the pregnant woman's room each morning and each night, and he was required to report to directly to Daria after each encounter. Even though he said the pregnancy showed no signs of concern, his concern about Meara's diet led Daria to order him to stand there and watch her eat at least the most minimal of meals. He reported that Meara was doing as told for those two meals -- barely and reluctantly -- but he'd been told by Finna that the rest of her meals were taken away in the same condition in which they'd arrived.

By the fourth day, Daria's frustration with Meara was building. But again, short of making demands on her lover, the Queen didn't know what to do about her. So, she took out her frustrations over the younger sister on the older one. Once, then twice, then -- by the 10th day of this madness -- thrice a day, Daria was calling Palla to her room to relieve her frustrations sexually, either by fondling her in the bath or putting her mouth to her pussy in her bed.

It was all too obvious to Daria from the very start that Palla wanted more than just to trade sexual service for a comfortable life; Palla wanted to replace her sister in every way. Daria wasn't going to let that happen, though; no sooner had she gotten what she needed from the elder of the two sisters then Daria sent Palla back to her room, where she'd been restricted for her actions that day at the Harton House.

This couldn't go on indefinitely, though. A new military campaign was on the calendar, and Daria had finally decided enough was enough. After Palla had once again driven her to orgasm with her very much improving oral skills, she sent the girl away again, then decided that the next day she would confront Meara once and for all.

 

[SandS13]

Meara felt as if she was drifting through her days. She met with the tutor, met with petitioners. She spoke very little and only when necessary. She didn't eat until the healer started standing over her to ensure she put something into her body.

When alone she stood and stared out at the city.
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Palla wiped her mouth and then took a mouthful of wine and swished it around. She was getting very tired of licking the queen's pussy. She didn't like the taste and frankly, she was a little annoyed at never getting to get off or when Daria did touch her it was rough and only ever with her fingers. She missed Gwent and being pampered and bedded properly.

She also was unhappy because she asked daily about a new brush or new dress, she didn't like certain foods or wines and the servants seemed less than inclined to pamper her.

She was ecstatic thought that on the tenth day Palla was allowed to visit Meara. She primmed and ensured she looked her very best, pinching her cheeks to be a rosy, healthy pink. She was led into Meara's room.

Her sister looked pale and lost. This made Palla incredibly happy. "Oh, little mouse...how did you do it? The queen is insatiable." She giggled as she sat on the chair. She delighted in watching Meara flinch.

"You know she says I have made her scream louder than any other lover?" Palla said as she looked around. Anger showed in her face. "Your rooms are...large...bit ostentatious though...."

Meara nodded meekly.

"Tell me little mouse, don't you just love it here? The servants are just the best. I think I am going to take one to my bed...or maybe a guard...I am missing my Gwent so much...he was such a good lover. You don't mind, do you..this is how sisters talk you know."

Meara nodded once more.

Finna stood by and watched Palla essentially torment Meara. She slipped from the room and reported it all to Daria. The queen had asked for all things concerning Meara to be reported immediately.

Eventually, Palla grew weary of battering her sister with details and boasts. She flounced her way back to her room and vowed to ask Daria for a bigger room. She deserved it with how often she had had her face in the blonde's slit.

 

[PennySaver]

"May I speak with you, Meara?"

Daria couldn't help but notice Meara's flinch at the sound of her voice. The two of them had not been in the same room in 10 days; well, actually, Daria had secretly viewed Meara taking petitions most of those days, but this was the first time they were going to exchange words.

"I miss you, by love," Daria said when she had walked up to stand just out of reach. "And … I will do anything you want to get you back … to make you happy … to make you love me."

She hesitated a moment, then asked, "If I send Palla away … for always … would that bring you back to me?"

 

[SandS13]

Meara could feel the knot in her stomach as Daria entered the room. She knew the sound of her footsteps. Even though she knew she was there Meara flinched as Daria spoke. It had been days since she heard her voice.

Meara turned and faced Daria. "What exactly did you miss? Not my presence in your bed. You have, by all accounts the far better lover to please you. My presence in your bath? I am told Palla has seen to that too. I trust she pleases you, I am told often how much you enjoy her. I do not blame you. She is energetic and bright. Very beautiful. So I wonder...what exactly do you miss?"

Her head tilted slightly. "You say you love me but I have been doing a lot of reading and I do not think you do. I think you love the idea of me. You pretend to give me choices and you ensure I am taken care of but..." She frowned a little and looked sad. "I have learned that to love someone is try not to hurt them, to desire to spend time with them and when things are tough to be together. That isn't what you do though is it? I learned of the pregnancy and your response to my distress was to tell me to stop crying and then go off to be serviced by another woman. When I faced the decision of whether to keep the child, your response to me was to order me to choose and to choose between you and Gwent. Then when it came time for that choice you hid behind the title of queen to ensure I chose you. You told me I would accept that you were taking Palla to your bed. None of this is what someone who loves me would do."

She inhaled. "You do not desire me happy, you desire me happy with the world you put me in with your rules. Do you now how I know?" Meara stepped closer to Daria. "If you missed me and loved me as you say it would have taken you ten days to come to see me. It would have hurt your heart to be parted from me. It hurt mine. Just as it hurt mine to be told you were taking Palla to your bed when you asked me to let no others in my bed. Just as it pains me to say you must keep her because I want you to be happy and it kills me but apparently I am not what makes you happy."

Meara felt the knot grow bigger. She didn't know where this was coming from but she had had days to think and to come to know her mind and feelings.

"Do you know what they call me? The staff? The bird in the cage. They talk of how when the baby is born you will take it, make it your heir and Palla your partner. They are taking bets on how long before Palla is given these rooms. They mock me as a fool who believed you actually felt for me. Palla mocks me. And I sit here with a broken heart who wants nothing more than for you, the woman she loves to be happy. Truly happy."

 

[PennySaver]

With the exception of when she'd taken a spear point in her side as a teenager, Daria hadn't cried since she held her mother's hand in her own and watched the too-young woman die during childbirth. Yet by the time Meara had gone silent, the Queen's eyes were glazed over and a tear was running down one cheek.

Everything the girl had said was true. What's more is that everything she'd said had affected Daria in a way she hadn't expected. She stood there looking at her love her lover, her soul mate and wondered how she had so poorly handled their relationship. Where had she gone wrong? She been considering this question for days now, of course, but only now did she truly arrive at an answer.

"I have never loved before, Meara," she began with a soft, sincere voice. "It ... it is not something I understand. I understand how to be a Queen, though. For all of my life I have known this ... from the time my last brother died, leaving me my father's heir ... to the time shortly afterward when I killed my first man to establish myself as worthy of the crown ... to the time I first led men into battle and crushed an enemy ... I knew what it meant to be a Queen, and I knew what was expected of me as that Queen.

"But I was wrong in one respect," she continued, moving to stand closer to Meara. Lifting the girl's chin to look into her eyes again, she continued, "I believed that to be Queen ... to show others that I knew how to be Queen ... I had to take that which I wanted ... I had to take what made me happy. Since the very first time another woman put her lips upon me and showed me the joyous delight of such incredible ecstasy, I have always believed that that and that alone could make me happy. When I met you..."

She hesitated, smiled at the irony of saying that way, and continued more accurately, "When I took you into my service ... when I enslaved you ... when I let you be trained in the sexual arts to better your service of me ... I believed at first that I was only taking more of what made me happy and, thus, a better Queen. But I very quickly learned that you were more than just another pair of lips ... another tongue ... another set of skilled fingers to urge me to euphoria and, thus, aid me in forgetting the horror that was the remainder of my life.

"Meara," Daria said in barely more than a whisper, "You are not my slave ... I ... am yours. The only thing I wish for in my life is to have you in mine ... and I will do anything ... anything you ask ... to once again have you in my life ... to have you love me."

Daria took a small step back ... and dropped to her knees before the girl who had once done the same before her in a field tent long ago. With her eyes once again glazing over and tears slipping down both cheeks, the Warrior Queen Daria begged, "Mistress Meara ... demand from me anything you wish ... and will be granted. Only ... tell me that you will be my one and only, now and for the rest of time."

 

[SandS13]

Meara was expecting Daria to laugh or yell at her. Worse, she feared the queen hitting her. She had never do so before but then Meara had never spoken her mind before. She was not prepared for Daria, teary eyed and sincere.

Meara's eyes went wide as Daria knelt before her, called her mistress. "I demand nothing. I was already yours. I cannot promise you more than what I am."

She knelt, her hands taking Daria's. "I wish you to be happy, be that with me or without me. If it is without, my heart will hurt but I will be at peace knowing you are happy."

Meara leaned in and placed her forehead to Daria's. "I would know your mind and your heart. I would have you know mine. If not me, then Palla...just be happy Daria. I have thought about this a great deal. I have done little else but think.."

 

[PennySaver]

Daria treasured the touch of Meara to her, even if it was only their skulls. She listened to the words and felt as though they had a chance. She took another chance, taking her lover's face in her hands and pressing her lips to Meara's for a soft, closed mouth, but emotional kiss.

Then, she stood, pulled Meara to her feet, and turned away to approach and open the door. She commanded to an unseen person, "Step inside."

Palla entered, showed her respect to Daria, then glanced to -- glared at, actually -- her sister standing in the middle of the room. Daria spoke in a firm tone, "Palla ... you and your servants will pack up your room. You leave before sundown. You may return to Yarlham and to the Lord Sheriff if you wish. I am certain he will take you back. Or you may go elsewhere ... I have no interest in knowing where, so long as it is not in the Northlands or any of my Realm's constituent territories. I will provide you with a chest of silver and gold with which to settle and enjoy a comfortable life. I believe you are already familiar with the chest about which I speak."

Palla's eyes widened in fear; when she'd been inside the Harton House without the prying eyes of the Bodyguard upon her, she'd seen the chest that Daria had brought for Meara ... and stuffed a large handful of gold coins between her bustier-boosted tits.

"You may leave," Daria finished.

 

[SandS13]

Meara held back a sob as Daria kissed her. It was emotional and Meara feared it was a kiss good bye.

She stood and composed herself. Meara jumped when Daria commanded someone to step inside.

Palla had been waiting. She was feeling smug as she thought today was the day. Today, Daria would reward her for all the pleasure she had given the queen. Today, Meara was going to be taken from the lavish rooms and Palla would be given what was rightfully hers.

Her face fell and then she grew angry as she stared at her sister. The mention of the chest brought fear.

"I don't want to leave." Palla pouted and moved to Daria. "Please mistress, who has given you so many orgasms and left you panting for more? Who have you called to your bed? Not the little mouse...me. Don't send me away."

Palla looked to her sister. "She doesn't love you, you know that right?" She approached Meara. "You don't please her the way I can. Why didn't you just leave? Why do you have to ruin everything?"

Meara looked hurt by Palla's words. She looked up to her sister and now the woman was once more belittling her.

Palla moved closer and in a flash, had Meara's curls in her hand. Meara cried out. "You are so useless!" She raised her hand to smack Meara. "I won't be sent away because of you!"

 

[PennySaver]

But the hand raised to smack down the pregnant teen was instead pulled back as Daria snatched the arm at the wrist. A surprised Palla, a bit off balance, teetered back and turned her attention to the Queen, just as the latter pressed the sharp blade of the knife she'd pulled from a sheath on her thigh to the older girl's neck.

Palla's eyes widened as big as saucers, and releasing hold of her sister she slowly dropped to her knees, begging, "Please, Mistress ... I'm sorry. Don't kill me."

Daria stared down at the girl, then looked to Meara, then looked back again. She said with a soft but serious tone, "You have dared to strike the Queen's lover ... and the punishment for such is death. However ... I will let Miss Meara decide your fate."

A line of red was already lengthening down Palla's neck from where the blade had cut into the girl's skin, but she'd survive just fine. One word from Meara, though, and Daria would pull back that blade and open up Palla's neck.

The Queen looked to her lover and asked, "What say you, Mistress?"

 

[SandS13]

Meara looked scared but not as scared as Palla. She stared at her sister who Daria was holding a knife to.

"I was your lover..." Palla added weakly.

Meara looked to Daria. "Please...she is my sister. My family. She is just angry...Please don't kill her."

Palla had never been so grateful that her sister was so weak willed in her life. She was glad the queen had given her the option. Palla knew that Daria was cold, hard and would kill her without thinking. Meara was soft, weak and sentimental. Palla despised it in her but then right now it was what was sparing her life.

 

[PennySaver]

Daria was torn regarding the response she'd been hoping to hear from Meara. She couldn't have slit Palla throat right here in from of the girl's sister; she realized that now. But she could have easily had the Bodyguards take her off to be raped by an entire Battalion of Black Army soldiers before being thrown into the Dog Pit to be killed.

"You will leave this house, this city, and this Realm immediately," Daria commanded, adding as punishment for having nearly struck Meara, "And you will take nothing with you but the clothes you wear."

Daria pulled the knife away from Palla's throat, stepped back, and pushed her toward the door. Palla rose and reached to her neck, finding blood, before looking between the two women before her.

 

[SandS13]

Palla was angry. "I deserve-" She cut off her words, her eyes falling on the knife in Daria's hand.

"Enjoy your life little mouse. I hope you die in childbirth." Palla sneered as she turned and left the room.

Meara had ruined everything and Palla vowed silently to get her revenge.

Meara watched her sister leave and then sat down in a nearby chair. Her hands were shaking.