War Has Come While Night Have Fallen Over Our Faire Kingdom –

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Chapter 7: Comrades to the Hills; Allies at the Pub Across – Towne

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This will speak on what becomes of the princesses, and the allies of a rebellious act to follow in order to oppose the king's new governance. Where is a ruler when you need one? Warning for underage harassment, fights in a bar and of course, swearing and derogatory language. Next will be a sex scene as Slade trains his concubine. So, don't wanna miss!

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They had to steal; for Cassandra since the king had found her in a den of killers in the bowels, not the very first time she'd have to recall lowering herself to such tyrannical acts for surviving. The towne was a bustle even as the moon rose higher, the two princesses finding that staying unseen by lecherous sorts was almost too difficult. "Lady of the High Crescent Order is bein' tailed by the king's guard."

One very drunken skunk had his eyes crossed as he said it, however as Cassandra listened….

"Yer talking about magic?? That's outlawed by the old king!" His supposed also barely sobered mate was wagging his finger to this as Stefania squinted to be sure she didn't see any scouts on after the sole ruler's children. Missing. They'd be posted up all over the city! Cassandra took to moving in to the crowd as Stefania grabbed the younger's cloak at the last second, only to lose her and grimace at her luck. "Come back!" She hissed to her sibling, yet Cassandra was far too easily led by the conversing of these burly brutes to care. She was trained by not only her father yet had a gift of her own to combat the men if need be. Yet this power was only hers by way of her birthright. She was half fae; a character that the could shift between bodies and pass through time if so it used enough of the energy surrounding it. Jason had called her an imp, a demon for that and yet the Lady of the High Crescent could maybe be the key in locating aid in time to save her family. She bet her last coin on that and made sure to not tap a soul as her powers worked unconsciously by her emotions.

Stefania moved less than gracefully through the crowd. Pushing and shoving would have her spotted so she kept her hood up high and made a voice to imitate a senior grandmother to get her way across. "The council of the old king didn't disband, but they got gutted like cows an' swine in their den. I swear it, that barbarian king won't have his –

"Kind sirs."

The men looked at the foreign looking child as she kept her hood up and her face low to only have her words heard. "I would very much like…to know of this high crescent sect in which you hath spoken. Will you not tell my compatriot and I more of her exploits?"

Stefania panted as she reached her sibling, the men nodding before a toothy grin had Stef's radar on high alert. "Of course, miss. Right this way….we can speak where the common folk won' hear a peep…"

"I thank you for shielding us from such a noisy batch." Smiling the youngest, acting older than Stef's lungs had dared to feel. She stumbled after, her hairs on end as the men turned their backs while the girls wandered into the dark of another way….

A dead end, as the men stood before it.

" Aha! You had no intention of helping my sister! –

Growling, the man beside the drunk only cackled and nodded back. "You two would fetch a hefty price for a king…or…a prince and I've not had enough to drink. Allen?? You got that –

"I don't believe these women gave their consent to you, gentlemen."

The shadows could harbor many a character, yet there was a guardian in their midsts as the spooked trafficking two looked around. Haunted by the voice of a supposed mad man. "Eh? What's it up to you, ruffian?? A couple o' cads like we respectable men of the king "hic!" You got no' a let ta' stand on!"

"I have two feet, and they are surely quicker than your own." A blaze in the dark, as a shot rang out of a pointed tip to, an arrow had the girls gasping.

(Aging down a character here, look out! Cass is eight, Stef is twelve, Tim is twelve, Jason is sixteen and Dick is seventeen. Wallace was around the same age since he was an apprentice knight. To be clear. THIS character will be this world's legal drinking age; fourteen. It's messed up, well aware.)

"Wh – hey! A hunter??"

"Archer, ya dolt! He must be one o' them merry idiots!"

The men stuttered and ran as if the devil had their ankles bound, their sputtered profanities held no harm to the children as the jolly and cocky face of a red headed boy entered the darkness to embrace the night and a job well assure….

He looked the women up and down. "Todds? Children?" The boy scratched his head as Stef turned red and stomped over to point her finger in the young man's face. "We are of age to be wed to some cult – country, so nay!" She huffed. "I am a " lady" and your chivalrous bout in this ally was…. was…" (Stef is a tsundere all through this now. Cass is more kudere borderline.)

"Superb, I take it?" He turned his eye to them and smirked with a light bow. To this, he wore a dull yellow and red, and his hat was of an archer's quality. His smile was young and foolhardy was that grin he handed to any damsel. "Do forgive my behavior then…. I am Royland Hudd. (Sounds like robin hood.) Of the Band of Misfit Men. Eh, we are still working on a proper title…why pray tell; were you walking along with such fellows, Ladies?"

Stefania was about to answer, until Cassandra cut her off to quickly remedy their situation. "Please do excuse my air headed sibling. We are in search of allies to overthrow the king. We are also searching for a High Lady of the Crescent as those men failed to tell us of her location." Cass explained while Royland only snickered at how blunt this eight-year-old girl was.

"Why then were you simply walking into the dark to know?"

Stef put a sign up to stop Roy, yet Cass was the one to laugh last as a tail and ears protruded from her body. "I am, not a damsel of a sort." She told the stunned boy. "I am half fae, born of a sacred blood even I myself have reason to believe has us still powerless against this new threat. The men said that magical acts were banned by –

"The last king !" Stef cut off with a sheepish chuckle. "We were not going to ask you of all people, that would be –

"Easy." Roy shrugged and turned to point to a walk only a few feet behind. "Of course, unless you don't require my assistance?"

Stefania huffed and indignant in her reply as she'd planned to be in declining his offer, Cassandra lit up and bobbed a "yes." Her ears retracted and tail as well. "We'd be honored to have you escort us!"

"You both speak so well; I did notice that y –

"We were tragically " destitute" once the king's taxes drove us from a lavish realm of…of…"

Roy chuckled and just seemed to put Stef in a bad spot all too easily. "Of course. A lady always, I take it?"

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A few more steps down the dark alley, and hovering about a precariously hidden doorway was a sign on the top with swinging hinges that creaked…something awful. Grinning boldly, Royland pushed back the wooden door with a single palm, Steph jumping and Cas having an even more mischievous look in her eyes.

"I'm here, ya scallywags!! Point me to my gutless partner."

The others let out hoots and cheers as Roy pulled Steph and Cass through the fattened crowd. Cass was too close to a male group of carders that were both drinking and playing a round of Gothemuhl Scrib." (Cribbage.)

"Wow, you're going to lose the next hand."

The corder raised a brow from by his drink as Stef gripped her sibling's hood and apologized. "She's a fan of the game….do enjoy yourselves. Don't mind us!" Giggling, and then fleeing the scene, Royland had to tug them both by the bar where a maid in an apron with a long face and wondrous locks of golden yellow - heaven looked down at the teens.

"You here to see the chief?" She looked at Roy, squinting at whatever he was busy hiding. "Oliverte." He winked to her. She tossed her head and shot out a yell to the one other tending to his own left-over stash of frog's breath ale. (joke)

"Did a bird calleth thine name, Lady Dinah?" His striking green eyes and charming looks had the wonder in Cass's eyes growing larger. "A real sir knight?" She asked quickly. "You do look as if you've handled a broadsword before."

The jolly faced man laughed with his drink and leaned over hot – breathed, Dinah shrugging him only a few pinches of her patience. "Would thoust liketh to explain?" The blonde teased his own question back to the young mystery loving lass.

They nodded, walking back behind the bar to a door, where things grew quieter from then on…

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Richard's boyish tears could wait. Slade walked from the back as Richard was told to go his king's quarters for a new lesson.

Richard rubbed his arms at an unearthen chill. The king had waited, yet this was what the boy now was. He was not royal enough to seat himself upon a throne, nor to fawn over his king. Slade was, nothing but an enigma of emotional distrust. He could be cruel, or he could be merciful and not mean it, Timothy being the first to witness this.

"The next door, that one."

Richard turned his bleary eyes to a door beside the king's.

A hand to the boy's shoulder then pushed him to open it, to peek inside as the king's ministrations had the prince finally again shaking his head. "No, you…. you told –

"That is what you are here to do for me, your ruler…" The door slid back as on the biggest full round circle, was not one of the king's many pleasure makers, yet seekers of it.

As he shut the door, and left the boy inside with a slam of the great oaken walls.

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"Did the kitty forget to stick to the plan?"

The cat had him cornered as Selene moved in, her body not on the bed as her other "sisters."

"He's a first, right Selene?" A light brown-haired woman on the bed dangled over to grin upside down at the new recruit. She wore a rather revealing outfit to bed…

"You tell me." Another sister with white hair and pale flesh stared from the floor as she sat there in her blue night clothes. The set of it was, less provocative and spoke to her age.

Selene smirked at her siblings, all cats with claws to a poor defenseless baby bird. "I'm, not here to become anything of the like."

"You are, in a sense."

"Nora. Dear sister, Dora…." Purred the ebony haired beauty. "He's so helpless, and I can show you why you are here, pretty pet."

"I." Richard gritted his fists at the witches in costume. "Am not a thing of desire…. I….am royal by oath! And I must leave to confront –

"The king will only see you once we have successfully turned you into his…you have been meek, careless in your loyalty to your own father."

Richard looked upon her and saw a shadow there. "You, were that witch that weakened my father." He grasped the picture. The very image of his father bedding a wraith without beckoning his own. In secret, for she had hexed him! "He was betrayed, cast out…by his council and allies." Richard snarled at the cat – witch. "You sided with this anarchist to have our kingdom, his council…and yet –

Richard looked over the room. "Why were you then, placed to become…of a lower status?"

The cat and her sisters soon began to laugh. They changed their positions to crowd him and purred sweetly in the boy's ears. "Nay, you have our generous ways wrong! How interesting. That you believe cats to be so loyal. To stay caged by the throne of a man…as songbirds only could." Dora had his waist as his pants were brought down with a gasp and a yank. "Stop!"

"Why?" Nora took to the boy's tunic as he whimpered under her icy fingertips. "You are one if us. Bound to what lies within…ah…we seek…" She moved to flick at a tender nipped ax the new mother to be winced with each act of torture. Selene took his lips, soft and frightened little doe…he was a wingless target as of now as she tried to coax the child to kiss back. He squirmed and tried to close his legs; Dora had found another toy to play with…

His manhood, erect and freely bobbing as she slicked it with…wait….

How many –

Selene tugged his tongue as the boy let back a string on mewing complaints. Two…. Two "Doras" were tugging his cock…. that, that was not –

Gasping, his chest felt alive as if ice were melting off of his pert nubs. The boy arch in pleasure at the foreign feeling. The haughty Selene sighed and put a soft set of fingers to the boy's flushed cheek. "Forgive my sisters. Our magic activates at the height of arousal. Dora may duplicate her body and change forms as she likes while high on her lover's ecstasy. Nora has the frost god's blessing and shows it well in her touches. Though I…." Selene pulled his body along to the bed by her hexes. " I shall change us to, entice…one another."

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This is where it gets freaky. No teaser! Dora is just a reg multiplier like Billy Numerous and Nora is Mr. Freeze's wife so cold fingers? Roy and Oliver are their day Robin hoods and rebels but wait! Dinah as a bar maid? You'll see! Why is Slade sending Selene into instruct his bride? Was the old king that kinky?? Find out !