Regicide

Chapter One

They say that a woman's body is her temple. That she must keep it protected and never allow violation until marriage. But Nereida was no lady. People across the four realms knew what she was capable of, or at least believed the stories told about her. No one knew for certain if she was real or even what her her true name was— but the story was always the same. Her beauty was unmatched by any other woman, and she had the ability to deceive any man into giving her anything whatever she desired. Even if this man was a king. And even if this thing she oh so desired, was his throne.

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Directly above the Kyngeshed Inn was a small chamber. Within it, sat a woman with golden curls that fell into small waves rested gently upon her shoulders. She deep brown eyes that resembled two pools of honey, and shimmered from the sunlight that peeked through the velvet curtains draped over the windows of the small room. Across from her sat a younger man. He had chestnut hair that was slicked back ever so slightly, and eyes that shone with a deep tone of emerald.

"So, William," the woman says. "You want me to make love to the king?"

His throat bobbed nervously, and she struggled to maintain her intimidating countenance in her amusement.

He had probably never heard a lady speak such words. Knowing his type, he had probably grown up surrounded by blushing maidens with little to no spine. It was a good thing she was the lady she appeared to be.

"I-" he stutters. I need you to seduce him. Use your-" he clears his throat quietly, and she resists a smirk. "-charms. Do whatever you have to to get him to-"

"Bed me?" she teases, with a devious smile. She was enjoying making this poor boy uncomfortable. In fact, she liked making all men uncomfortable. It allowed her to manipulate them to fulfill her needs and wants rather than theirs.

She narrowed her eyes. "Do I look like a whore?" She hadn't enjoyed herself so much in ages.

"O-Of course not! Er, Lady Nereida. You are a woman of great renown, which is why-"

"I have a reputation you mean."

"Yes. No! Yes that is, but not in a negative manner. You have many talents. That I am in need of." he stumbled over his words like a child. It was absolutely hilarious.

"Really?" She drawls, and rises from her lazy sprawl in the lush armchair she was sat upon. She had to give him some credit for finding her, considering she was constantly fluctuating from Adrighar all the way to Erreorune. She had been everywhere and could turn up anywhere. Some people didn't even know if she is real. And yet, this boy had managed to find her hidden away in a small room, somewhere no one would think to look. She drew closer, light on her feet. She keeps her movements deliberate and graceful, like a feline.

"And what talents have you heard of, precisely, my lord?" She cocks her head as she draws nearer and he starts to back away. He's taller, but awkward and lanky. This should be fun.

"I-"

"You wouldn't just take any man's word in the streets as the truth, would you? This appears to be a too pivotal a job and you too pivotal of a man to risk the slightest mistakes. She curves her lips enticingly, looking at him through her long lashes. She lifts her neck just so. She knows her strengths, her talents. Beauty is a weapon unlike any other, and she could wield it flawlessly. "Should you not..sample the goods before making any hasty investments?" she purred looking straight into the fearful eyes of the young boy.

He was terrified, and not because of her, but because of his impulses. She knew he couldn't control himself, and that just made it all the while better. If she so wished, she could have him begging for her on his knees. There was not a single man that she had ever met that could not resist her. She was perfect in every way. With her beautiful golden curls, that just brushed against her collarbones. Eyes that almost resembled those of a cat— switching from innocent to feral in a seconds. Her lips were a beautifully toned shade of pink, and her skin shone almost white against her thin figure. Finally, the most distinctive part about her. Her jewelry.