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A/N: Here's part two. It's more of a proper story than the previous chapter. Hopefully it's good enough. There's the first mention of Magenta and Riff. Also, Lucius Dominus Crassus is Lord De'Lordy. "Dominus" means "lord/master" and "Crassus" basically means 'fatso'. His sister Domina Lucretilla is named after Lucretia of Roman myth because of what happens to her. Lucretia's basically the reason Rome isn't allowed to have kings (dictators like Julius Caesar don't count, it's complicated).

WARNING: I should mention that Frank is said to have raped someone in this chapter. Said victim later kills herself. You could probably skip past that part though it's somewhat important to his character. I probably won't change the rating to M since it's not graphic/shown.

Oh, the teen years. When one is allowed to – or at least wants to – first engage in activities that are sometimes heard through adult's bedroom doors late at night. Such a time is very rebellious for people of any planet (just ask my current spouse, a foreigner). This time of life begins when one starts being interested in certain things and (legally speaking) ends with one's first marriage.

My brother's never-broken habit of using people for his own pleasure - even if it ruined their life - became obvious when he was sixteen and I was merely thirteen. The year would've been 1863. It was a rainy day at the countryside villa we children (meaning Frank, various noblechildren, and I) spent most of our time at. Nona was busy making a snack for us all at the time and our tutor had left for the day. It was a rare moment where the lot of us were without supervision. Being teenagers we should've been responsible.

Alas, some of us weren't.

There was a girl of about 15 named Domina Lucretilla. Her family was somewhat poor for one of noble blood. Though her elder brother Lucius Dominus Crassus did often swear that he'd redeem them all later. Anyway... she was very pretty. Not to mention terribly innocent. Her hair was long, blonde, and curly. Those eyes of hers were a lovely clear blue. When the attempted seduction began she was reading a classic work of poetry.

"Lu, are you busy this evening?" my brother whispered in her ear.

She responded in the positive. Apparently she had to go to dinner with her friends that night. Frank didn't like this and he was in a bad mood anyway. So, before any of us could stop him, he dragged her off into the maze of hedges and draped vines that most of the villa's gardens consisted of.

Soon enough a shrill scream alerted everyone of her capture. By the time me found them he'd already finished with her. This being the surprisingly conservative (by our standards) reign of our mother Dulcibella Livia, she'd been a virgin. When found she was in shock and seemingly unable to move or understand anyone's attempts to help her.

After the villa's private doctor saw to her various wounds we were all sworn to secrecy on pain of death. Nobody was to speak of it. That was the last time I saw her and those empty, lifeless eyes. Her parents were quietly notified and she sent to their house. With her went her Lucius Dominus Crassus, meaning her brother, and all of their servants. It was a very hushed-up affair. Even my brother - for once - seemed a bit horrified. Things got worse when it was discovered she'd killed herself with a knife. It was very old fashioned of her to use such a weapon. Usually if someone was to be killed a laserbeam gun or a lasersword would be the weapon of choice. So perhaps there was some symbolism to the suicide of Domina Lucretilla. An insult to the modern world and it's corruptions?

The moment her corpse was found Lucius Dominus swore to avenge her death. From that day he became more and more bitter. Of course, Dulcibella Livia still couldn't believe that her dear son Frankie hurt anyone. So there wasn't any sort of investigation even after the suicide.

After that my brother decided that he would persuade people into doing what he wanted them to, not attack them violently. It was more of challenge to him. Not to mention that there was less trouble afterwards. Those politely seduced were more likely to return to his bed than those violently violated.

His first victim of this sort was a lovely commoner named Lenora. Apparently she bore him a daughter called Fay. So little is documented of the lower classes that I couldn't find out much more about either of them. At one point I heard the girl had been abandoned to a family on Earth, though such rumors are all but impossible to confirm.

On a fine afternoon, not long after that nasty incident with Lucretilla, a girl named Cassandra (of the esteemed Lovittus family) had just begun talking to me. Nobody ever did that. Though Cassandra wasn't an ordinary girl. For one thing her manner of dress was eccentric. On Earth she would've been shunned. Here, at least, nobody cared that much.

"How are you, miss?" she asked.

"Alright," I replied dully.

She gestured to a paper in my hand and asked: "What's that?"

"A story. I like writing, you see. And reading all sorts of books... even fragmented things by Pergot. And I adore epic mythology. Such as the Rohopish Saga as recorded by Brianillus. I'm into The Classics, I suppose."

Cassandra laughed awkwardly. "I'm not much into classics. Have you read any Quintillia M.? She wrote the Diary series not too long ago. I find that fascinating."

"I've read that series," I admitted. "Though I dislike how many people rip off bits of that work. It's annoying! Everyone does that, even C. L. Lovittus."

When I said that I'd forgotten that C. L. Lovittus was a relative of Lovitta Cassandra's (obviously). To insult someone's family is to insult them. Often I've had trouble hiding my stronger opinions. At least this wasn't as bad as it could be... or so I then thought.

Cassandra's face became quite red, she seemed about to speak, and then she stormed off. My chance at making a friend was ruined.

Later we became friends. This was partially caused by her admitting a fascination with classic writer-poet Brianillus. In fact, Cassandra knew everything there was to know about his life (though little about his actual work). She also researched the lives of those close to him.

"But we can't be sure about it all. Little information is available to us since there was less recording of things back then," she once told me.

When a Holoflick adaption of his Rohopish Saga was made she also dutifully researched the actors. One was a woman named Quinntia Patricina. That woman was ever so beautiful looking. Despite being about thirty at the time the adaption was filmed she seemed very young and glamorous to us. And she really was. Even all these years later she's still somehow beautiful (though clearly older). Though Cassandra always seemed more interested in Laurilla - another of the film's actresses. This perplexed me for I truly adored Quinntia but found Laurilla too strange. She spoke in an artificial alien-ish accent, like the sort you hear in cheap holoflicks about Earthlings invading, and looked sort of strange in my opinion. Still, Lovittia Cassandra had something of a crush on her. I admittedly was highly fond of the character played by Laurilla - I wrote that into an annotation of my novel Castle(less) Life, in fact - in that Holoflick adaption. She was the most likable person in the story. Though when it came to looks I indeed preferred Quinntia Patricina and her character. Not to mention Ms. Quinntia's acting skill. The many expressions of hers made the adaption seem like something of a silentflick. It was both over-acted and realistic. Then there's her laugh. She's got a distinct laugh that's very memorable and very jovial. One reason I so dearly wish to meet her is to see if that laugh could also be heard in real life. It seemed like her 'real' personality would be just as wonderful as her fictional ones.

It was around this time that I - then just 16 - wrote a strange story that borrowed many of the characters from Rohopish. This was called Adventures of a Fan. Technically my sudden creation of literature was fueled by falling madly in love with a happily married woman named Anya. Because I was part of the royal family and she a commoner in a stable relationship to a young man of her class mentioning my feelings to her wouldn't be right. So I somehow wrote them into a story. A story I thought dreadful, in fact.

Though I did post it on a Holoweb forum for amateur writers. To my shock it was very well received. I do think that this nonsense was one of the best things I wrote. Even compared to my more recent work - especially compared to my more recent work. It was both nearly-perfect and improvised. If only I could recreate that success. Alas, that's impossible. Something about that was special. A state of mind that cannot be revisited. Like childhood. No matter how much you try to be the lively little thing you once were, the cold feelings that later took you away from all that won't go away. So I will never write something like that again. Though I might write an equal in popularity - which I doubt - nothing will ever be like it.

Because of this forum I met someone called Kitty Blofir. She'd only written one thing for that place but I somehow found her very good to talk to. Well, write to.

On our planet virtually everyone can be sexually attracted (or in love with) to anyone. That's the normal way of going about things. But at that point I'd only liked born females. Yes, there were other smaller crushes besides Anya and my favorite actress Quinntia Patricina. I kept this a secret for fear of being mocked. Many years late I fell for and married a man, so my fears have gone. Still, I hate to mention that old worry of mine. What if I only like one sort of person? How would I have lived with that? Though few people have that 'problem' it seems to run in families. I learned that many years later when studying Earthling genetics vs. Transylvanian genetics. That's something my brother was actually interested in and a major part of a required class in the course we both took so we could go on the famous expedition to Earth. Though I'll get to all that later.

Ms. Blofir often helped cheer me up. Though sometimes we spoke of meaningless things. The letters we exchanged can now be read as a diary of mine. Perhaps I shall copy some into this book...

"Dear Claudia,

As I often say, it's not really wrong that you only like girls. I remember freaking out when I was your age. But you'll fine. Especially with everyone being as accepting as they are these days.

On a perfectly unrelated note I've just discovered a friend of mine knows Quinntia Patricina. Sort of. You know how actors sign Holoflick posters for fans sometimes? My friend works at a meeting hall where such events happen and somehow managed to get a comlink code from Quinntia. Anyway, Quinntia Patricina is apparently very sweet. She says 'how extraordinary' when something interesting happens or people say odd things she can't think of a polite response to.

Even days later I'm still very excited. You're a fan of her too, so surely you understand.

My reply was rather childish:

"Dear Ms. Blofir,

You sort of know Quinntia!? Oh, I'd probably do anything - even something very stupid - to meet her. Sometimes I real hate this restricted life I live. Yeah, my brother can get away with some pretty messed-up stuff. But I haven't got his charm. If I ran off in the hope of meeting an actress I adore I'd be in trouble. And she'd probably think me mad. Still, I wish I could meet her. More than anything!

From, Claudia"

There's some of the earliest letters.

As you probably realize I was - and am - a huge fan of Quinntia Patricina. Still I haven't met her. With all the mad things that happened, which you shall soon read of, I had no time for conventions. Summoning her to court sounds creepy. One day I hope to befriend her. That day probably won't ever come.

While I was doing all that my brother was trying to become a scientist. This involved him actually working for once. Though he hardly did any serious work. Much of his time was spent in fishnets and corsets at a nightclub near his university. Somehow he managed to earn a Ph.D. at a reputed university despite (probably) doing no work...

Also at that time a young soldier not much older than I was becoming ambitious. Probably not by coincidence he attended the same university as my brother. His name was Seianus Vitus Riff Raff. That nickname was earned by his reputation for being a troublemaker. I knew his little sister Vita Magenta - she was one of my few personal servants. That odd young woman often borrowed the various accents of previous employers. It was sort of sweet. When she was 16 and I 14 we became something like friends. This meant she never got in trouble with me. I'd never punish her. Not only was she shockingly understanding, she also was a trustable friend. I trusted her even more than Kitty Blofir. And anyone willing to befriend me was a person to keep around.

Often we spoke freely... especially of her brother.

"He doesn't mean any harm," she once explained.

"So he doesn't mean any harm, but he's still attempting to be as powerful as my brother...?"

She sighed wearily. "Miss, he thinks it's wrong that people rule by blood. Why shouldn't he be powerful like you're family. Zat really isn't fair, you must admit."

"That's stupid. We're in charge. That stupid boy should go kill himself or perhaps I should crucify him. You're all so stupid!" I replied.

This bizarre, petty comment didn't offend Magenta at all. She realized - even before I did - that I wasn't myself. It was a symptom of some sort, a result of my illness. The court doctor had prescribed something to give me when I went into those violent-worded fits of mine. It caused slight dizziness for a while but at least it helped. All cures are like that. They both help and hurt. It's a balance that's needed.

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In case anybody's wondering...

Anya is supposed to be like Anna. Anya's husband and friends are Anna's friends and my classmates in general. Flora (she's in the next chapters) symbolizes school/responsibility. Her marriage to Claudia is like the metaphorical chains that force me to be a part of mainstream culture and keep me from bring truly free. Free to find myself a place to belong and make my life worthwhile. Claudia being married to Flora is a requirement like school. Something needed for life according to cultural convention. Something not actually required for existing and that doesn't do much good.

Frank usually represents my own brother, who's much too successful in science/mathematics. Though the nasty things Frank does aren't things my brother would ever do. I truly envy that kid's success and his unnatural charm... which is sort of how Claudia is about Frank. I also wish he was less arrogant. He's somewhat mentally ill, too (or perhaps high functioning autistic, I can't remember), but the resulting behaviors are somehow 'useful' in the eyes of current western society so people ignore that fact. My brother is more like the traditional version of a mad scientist than Frank... with his habit of avoiding people, fascination with thunderstorms, lack of interest in romance/friendship, and love of taking electronic things apart. And he's got an "Igor" called Hugo - like how Frank has Riff - who acts as an assistant of sorts during various projects/schemes. Like Riff, Hugo is jealous of his "Master ". Riff envies power while Hugo envies (perceived) cleverness. Unlike Riff, Hugo is technically equal in "power" to his master... though he doesn't always realize that. I'm thinking of showing the early stages of Riff and Frank's relationship as being like the current friendship between my brother and Hugo.

Magenta symbolizes RHPS fandom and all the good it has done. Though she's probably also going to end up as a foil to Claudia. Both have issues, but Magenta's are more external. They're both quiet, sometimes bluntly truthful, sarcastic, a bit odd, and they despise Frank. But Magenta has external struggles such as prejudice thanks to her love life and later abuse from her "Master". Claudia fights troubles inside her own mind, troubles nobody can truly see... troubles that aren't so tangible and are 'cured' by mere guesswork. That's how I feel. Often I wish I were a character in a RHPS story living at the castle with Frank and company. It would be like a never ending RHPS midnight showing in the best way. Yeah, Frank really scares me and the castle is pretty creepy. Though if I were such a character it would be pointless for the narrative to give me a mental illness since it would distract from everyone else's weirdness and make things somewhat unpleasant. So the issues with my life would be outside of my mind and I'd seem odd only in the 'proper' ways.

Now we're really off topic!

The 'Rohopish' epic is very clearly RHPS. Quinntia Patricina is Patricia Quinn with a different name on a different planet. All that nonsense about Claudia wanting to meet Quinntia is just me wanting to meet Ms Quinn. Like Claudia, I want to see if she's as nice/fun as I assume. Unlike Claudia I also want to teach her something by conversing with her. Yeah... right now one of my greatest wishes is too meet my favorite actress and get her to learn her cool things by talking (probably about history). Though she probably already knows all about history and movies and everything. Ah! That's silly and off-topic. Laurilla is Little Nell ('Laurilla' basically meaning Little Laura in Latin, and Laura Campbell being Little Nell's actual name).

Most obvious of all: Claudia's stories are stand-ins for my fanfics. The names are pretty big hints as to which is which, though the descriptions should also help you figure it out.

I know that this is rather self-centered for a fanfic. But I needed to write it.