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Gods of Silver Chapter 3
"Your Higness, we need your mother's signature for these documents, will you please get them to her?"
"The miners have gone on strike again, my lady, what should we do?"
"The ambassador from Pluto doesn't like his rooms, Princess, where should we put him?"
"The panthers in the menagerie have caught some of the rabbits and are killing them, Your Highness!"
Princess Cytherea Minako of Venus walked as quickly as she could in her high heels through the halls of the palace, trying desperately to escape the maid, two chancellors, and animal caretaker that followed almost directly behind her. They had been hounding her most of the day even after she gave them answers to the most recent crisis. The princess wondered if anyone in the palace could even sneeze without asking her about it first. Cytherea was about ready to scream, screw that it was unbefitting of a princess.
Then she saw it, her salvation. The princess sped up to a jog and then a run, putting distance between her and the flock. She flung the door to her rooms open and slammed it shut behind her. She rested her back against it for a second to catch her breath then began stripping out of the formal gown she wore to welcome the formerly mentioned ambassador.
The gown had more petticoats than a bird had feathers and was practically encrusted with topaz and sapphires. Cytherea had been woken at what seemed to be the crack of dawn for the maids to put on her makeup and do her hair in the most intricate style they could think of. Atop her head was a mass of loops, curls, and braids with gems woven through it all, Cytherea felt like her head was going to fall off from the weight. In Cytherea's opinion she looked horrible and more like a drapery than a princess but when the ambassador had first lay eyes on her his jaw had dropped and he stammered as he introduced himself.
Now Cytherea struggled to escape from the gown, when she finally did get it off more than one of the pearl buttons had popped off and at least two seams had ripped. The princess did not mourn the loss of that particular garment. Then she began to pull pins and gems from her hair with a vengeance and brush out every last curl until finally her hair was again straight and silky smooth like liquid sun.
She looked in the mirror and grimaced at all the makeup caked on her face. She poured some water into the washing basin on her dresser and proceeded to scrub until her face was red and puffy.
The princess has been looking for a more suitable dress when her flock decided to enter. Cytherea wondered idly how long they had argued outside her door before coming in. She figured the Chancellors were the ones who wanted to come in, the old perverts enjoyed walking in on her, hoping to find her naked. It was just their luck that this time she was. Cytherea continued to look through her closet and decided on a gauzy dress that reached mid-thigh and to forgo shoes altogether. She faced the four needy palace dwellers, giving them and unobstructed view, and placed her hands on her hips. Venusian's were not known for their modesty.
"Isabela," Cytherea addressed the maid, "Put the ambassador into the Green Suite with a view of the sea, please. If he doesn't like that one tell him that all other rooms are full with other guests or in the middle of remodeling."
The wide-eyed maid nodded and scampered from the room, probably to make a quick stop in the kitchens to spread the news that the Crown-Princess of Venus had gone as insane as her mother.
"The rabbits can't be helped now. Order some more. Why were they in the panther's cage in the first place?" the princess asked in exasperation and watched with amusement as the caretaker stammered out an unintelligible answer and fled the room.
Cytherea decided now would be a good time to put on her dress and stepped behind a screen to throw the sheath over her head. When she stepped out the Chancellors were fidgeting uncomfortably and shifting from foot to foot.
"Chancellor Irving, put the documents you want my mother to sign on my desk," she instructed the younger of the two. "Now Elder-Chancellor Harlem, what do the miners want to begin working again?"
Chancellor Irving jumped to please his princess and then took his leave. Elder-Chancellor Harlem on the other hand thought himself to be in the princess' favor and took a seat in a chair reserved for Cytherea's guests. The princess was annoyed at the old gooses' behavior but let him sit.
"The miners want a 5% raise in wages, a Labor Day, and pay and a half for overtime, Your Highness," the Elder-Chancellor replied.
"Offer them 1.5% raise, they'll haggle it up but go no further than 3.5%. Give them the Labor Day but out it in the slow season when they're not doing much anyway. And for the last one I believe a Bill was already passed on that matter, give them their requested amount. Is that all, Elder- Chancellor?" the princess asked sweetly.
"I believe so," Elder-Chancellor Harlem replied and rose from his seat. "G'day, my Lady."
"Good day, Chancellor."
Cytherea sighed in relief once the Elder-Chancellor was gone. She had been seeing that man too often since she had started running the kingdom in her mother's place. It was almost a year to the day since she had started taking care of things. When her mother had heard that her son Anteros had been killed in a duel she went insane with grief and tried to kill herself. Queen Aphrodite had been heavily medicated for almost a year now but only Cytherea and some well-paid palace staff knew that. Everyone thought that the Queen had gone slightly insane and refused to come out of her rooms, giving her only daughter orders as to how to rule the kingdom. Cytherea was actually ruling all by herself and only because none of her elder brothers would step up to the responsibility.
The princess sat down at her desk and pulled out the documents her mother was supposed to sign. For the next hour Cytherea sat reading the documents and signing a perfect imitation of her mother's signature at the bottom.
Once that was finished Cytherea decided to go for a walk through the grounds. If she was thinking right then it was just about time for the new guards to be practicing in the courtyard shirtless. Just because she was now controlling an entire kingdom didn't mean she had to give up her favorite hobbies like guy watching and reading seedy romance novels.
She was hurring through the corridors, still shoeless, when she heard two maids gossiping. Cytherea was always one for good gossip so she slowed down so she could hear everything.
"Is Princess Cytherea King Ares' daughter?" a maid asked, she was probably new.
"No, only the Queen's sons are from that short match. Princess Cytherea is special. The Queen went down to the sea one day not long after the birth of her last son and did some magic. She cut her hand and let the blood soak into the sea just like her ancestor rose from Uranus' blood when Cronos tried to kill him. Queen Aphrodite spoke some magic words in the Old Language and described the child she wanted, promising that the child would be the next ruler of Venus," the elderly maid explained. "Well, she stood there for awhile and watched the sea, letting the waves roll over her and soak her to her waist. On one of those waves rode a baby and that is where Her Highness comes from."
Cytherea sped up her walk once again so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping. Cytherea wished she could say that the two maids were wrong and that she had a father but Cytherea wasn't sure what the truth was. Her origins had always been kept a secret from her for all these years, Cytherea hoped it was because her mother disliked speaking about her father.
Finally, Cytherea came to the courtyard where the guards were practicing. She decided to let the question of her father go for now and indulge in a few hours of being a normal hormonal teenager.
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Gods of Silver Chapter 3
"Your Higness, we need your mother's signature for these documents, will you please get them to her?"
"The miners have gone on strike again, my lady, what should we do?"
"The ambassador from Pluto doesn't like his rooms, Princess, where should we put him?"
"The panthers in the menagerie have caught some of the rabbits and are killing them, Your Highness!"
Princess Cytherea Minako of Venus walked as quickly as she could in her high heels through the halls of the palace, trying desperately to escape the maid, two chancellors, and animal caretaker that followed almost directly behind her. They had been hounding her most of the day even after she gave them answers to the most recent crisis. The princess wondered if anyone in the palace could even sneeze without asking her about it first. Cytherea was about ready to scream, screw that it was unbefitting of a princess.
Then she saw it, her salvation. The princess sped up to a jog and then a run, putting distance between her and the flock. She flung the door to her rooms open and slammed it shut behind her. She rested her back against it for a second to catch her breath then began stripping out of the formal gown she wore to welcome the formerly mentioned ambassador.
The gown had more petticoats than a bird had feathers and was practically encrusted with topaz and sapphires. Cytherea had been woken at what seemed to be the crack of dawn for the maids to put on her makeup and do her hair in the most intricate style they could think of. Atop her head was a mass of loops, curls, and braids with gems woven through it all, Cytherea felt like her head was going to fall off from the weight. In Cytherea's opinion she looked horrible and more like a drapery than a princess but when the ambassador had first lay eyes on her his jaw had dropped and he stammered as he introduced himself.
Now Cytherea struggled to escape from the gown, when she finally did get it off more than one of the pearl buttons had popped off and at least two seams had ripped. The princess did not mourn the loss of that particular garment. Then she began to pull pins and gems from her hair with a vengeance and brush out every last curl until finally her hair was again straight and silky smooth like liquid sun.
She looked in the mirror and grimaced at all the makeup caked on her face. She poured some water into the washing basin on her dresser and proceeded to scrub until her face was red and puffy.
The princess has been looking for a more suitable dress when her flock decided to enter. Cytherea wondered idly how long they had argued outside her door before coming in. She figured the Chancellors were the ones who wanted to come in, the old perverts enjoyed walking in on her, hoping to find her naked. It was just their luck that this time she was. Cytherea continued to look through her closet and decided on a gauzy dress that reached mid-thigh and to forgo shoes altogether. She faced the four needy palace dwellers, giving them and unobstructed view, and placed her hands on her hips. Venusian's were not known for their modesty.
"Isabela," Cytherea addressed the maid, "Put the ambassador into the Green Suite with a view of the sea, please. If he doesn't like that one tell him that all other rooms are full with other guests or in the middle of remodeling."
The wide-eyed maid nodded and scampered from the room, probably to make a quick stop in the kitchens to spread the news that the Crown-Princess of Venus had gone as insane as her mother.
"The rabbits can't be helped now. Order some more. Why were they in the panther's cage in the first place?" the princess asked in exasperation and watched with amusement as the caretaker stammered out an unintelligible answer and fled the room.
Cytherea decided now would be a good time to put on her dress and stepped behind a screen to throw the sheath over her head. When she stepped out the Chancellors were fidgeting uncomfortably and shifting from foot to foot.
"Chancellor Irving, put the documents you want my mother to sign on my desk," she instructed the younger of the two. "Now Elder-Chancellor Harlem, what do the miners want to begin working again?"
Chancellor Irving jumped to please his princess and then took his leave. Elder-Chancellor Harlem on the other hand thought himself to be in the princess' favor and took a seat in a chair reserved for Cytherea's guests. The princess was annoyed at the old gooses' behavior but let him sit.
"The miners want a 5% raise in wages, a Labor Day, and pay and a half for overtime, Your Highness," the Elder-Chancellor replied.
"Offer them 1.5% raise, they'll haggle it up but go no further than 3.5%. Give them the Labor Day but out it in the slow season when they're not doing much anyway. And for the last one I believe a Bill was already passed on that matter, give them their requested amount. Is that all, Elder- Chancellor?" the princess asked sweetly.
"I believe so," Elder-Chancellor Harlem replied and rose from his seat. "G'day, my Lady."
"Good day, Chancellor."
Cytherea sighed in relief once the Elder-Chancellor was gone. She had been seeing that man too often since she had started running the kingdom in her mother's place. It was almost a year to the day since she had started taking care of things. When her mother had heard that her son Anteros had been killed in a duel she went insane with grief and tried to kill herself. Queen Aphrodite had been heavily medicated for almost a year now but only Cytherea and some well-paid palace staff knew that. Everyone thought that the Queen had gone slightly insane and refused to come out of her rooms, giving her only daughter orders as to how to rule the kingdom. Cytherea was actually ruling all by herself and only because none of her elder brothers would step up to the responsibility.
The princess sat down at her desk and pulled out the documents her mother was supposed to sign. For the next hour Cytherea sat reading the documents and signing a perfect imitation of her mother's signature at the bottom.
Once that was finished Cytherea decided to go for a walk through the grounds. If she was thinking right then it was just about time for the new guards to be practicing in the courtyard shirtless. Just because she was now controlling an entire kingdom didn't mean she had to give up her favorite hobbies like guy watching and reading seedy romance novels.
She was hurring through the corridors, still shoeless, when she heard two maids gossiping. Cytherea was always one for good gossip so she slowed down so she could hear everything.
"Is Princess Cytherea King Ares' daughter?" a maid asked, she was probably new.
"No, only the Queen's sons are from that short match. Princess Cytherea is special. The Queen went down to the sea one day not long after the birth of her last son and did some magic. She cut her hand and let the blood soak into the sea just like her ancestor rose from Uranus' blood when Cronos tried to kill him. Queen Aphrodite spoke some magic words in the Old Language and described the child she wanted, promising that the child would be the next ruler of Venus," the elderly maid explained. "Well, she stood there for awhile and watched the sea, letting the waves roll over her and soak her to her waist. On one of those waves rode a baby and that is where Her Highness comes from."
Cytherea sped up her walk once again so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping. Cytherea wished she could say that the two maids were wrong and that she had a father but Cytherea wasn't sure what the truth was. Her origins had always been kept a secret from her for all these years, Cytherea hoped it was because her mother disliked speaking about her father.
Finally, Cytherea came to the courtyard where the guards were practicing. She decided to let the question of her father go for now and indulge in a few hours of being a normal hormonal teenager.
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Well, there's another one down. Which one next? Mars, Mercury, Moon, Saturn and Pluto, or Neptune and Uranus? Please REVIEW and tell me!
