Usurped.
The time has come to take back what was stolen.
Three before them, three now.
One Kingdom.
One Throne.
One Crown.
A fight for power.
Who will prevail?
Or will hidden secrets that change the game come to light?
Will a war cause and end to...
The air around the brothel was humid and smelt strongly of beer. The windows were wide open but with little air coming in, it hardly helped.
It was dark out and the day's job done which meant the men were free to relax. Relax meaning they could drink away their day's pay and find pleasure between the legs of whatever available prostitute they could afford. Merry laughter, the clanging of jugs, and irritating moans of men filled the air.
This was what Aldyn's night was like. Long, grating, filled with serving beer and getting away from flirtatious men.
"What can I get you, sir?" She asked, her long blue ruffled skirt sweeping the ground as she walked.
"One large beer and a piece of that ass you've been hoarding eh," a man with a scruffy beard laughed. His teeth were yellow and crooked and he had a rather large beer belly.
"One large beer we have but I'm afraid this ass is not on the menu," Aldyn sneered, quickly leaving to another table to take their orders.
Tonight like many other nights was busy and she couldn't wait till it was all over. The humming and buzzing, well in actuality the shouting and the loud laughter was too much for her poor head. She couldn't wait to be away from here, to be cuddled up in bed with her duvets and feather pillows that Emily had made. As much as wishing for her bed was better than listening to these men talk she knew that she had to face them and handle this night like the many before.
A fight broke out, beer bottles were being smashed and the men's voices got incredibly louder. Mark went to separate them but all too soon another set of loud voices was being heard from Summer's room. Apparently, a guy had tried to take more than he had paid for. He was thrown out and Aldyn had to clean up the mess he made.
The room was a mess! What exactly happened here! There were feathers everywhere and a culprit pillow sack was lying empty in a corner. The mirror was shattered and there were blood smears on it. Perfumes and other knicknacks were off the vanity and scattered or smashed on the ground.
"It's not that bad," a shaky voice whispered.
Aldyn turn her head to where the voice came from. "Hey,"
"Hey," the blond girl said smiling a little. "I'm fine, you don't have to look at me like that," she continued, playing with her fingers.
"Like how?" Aldyn asked. She poured some water from a jug sitting in a corner of the room along with a rag she hoped was clean before going to sit beside the girl.
"Like you're scared for me, it's just a bit of blood," she shrugged.
Aldyn dipped the rag in the water and dabbed it on the girl's head. " A bit?" She asked raising her brows at the girl.
"Okay maybe a lot," she laughed. "It's not bad is it?"
"You'll survive," Aldyn smiled. She was done with cleaning the wound. "I'm done Summer,"
"Thanks,"
"Go meet Mark, let him have a look,"
"I thought you said you were done?"
"Yes, but there could be glass pieces in there. I didn't search for any."
"Ohh okay," Summer sighed.
Aldyn watched her go. It was painful to look at the room and think that her friend had experienced the hurricane that stormed this room.
This was it. A tear slipped past her cheeks. This was life in a brothel. Another made its escape from the home in her eyes. This was what life had to offer her. This was her life.
The life of an outcast.
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