Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"Stelsa was a wolf who had claws that were sharp and TEETH THAT WERE EVEN SHARPER."
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WATER SLOSHED IN THE buckets placed between Stelsa and Caspian. The duo stood on either side of the small island with Dyana just a few paces away — wiping dry the dishes they cleaned. This task normally would not take them this long, but Caspian seemed intent on his verbal onslaught against Stelsa. The girl had her face buried between her palms, groaning as heated scorched her cheeks and ears. Caspian chuckled at her reaction while Dyana softly scolded him. "Caspian." Dyana sighed which further encouraged Caspian's laughter.
If the teasing had been bad before, it is much worse now. From the moment the three of them had been woken up by Rhyk and Aaeron, to now as they stood in the side room from the kitchen working on morning chores assigned by Aba, Caspian had not stopped his teasing much to Stelsa's dismay.
"What? I am simply asking our future princess how she plans to confess her feelings." Caspian prodded, his cheeky grin making the dimples on his cheeks appear.
"I will not be doing that, Cas." Stelsa said from between her palms, trying to fight the sudden flurry in her heart when Caspian mentioned admitting her feelings to him.
"What was that? I could not hear you?" Caspian cooed mockingly, leaning over the table separating them to take hold of Stelsa's wrists and tug her face free. He was met with a flushed Stelsa, her gray eyes glaring towards him as he reached out to pinch her cheek. "You look adorable all flustered. But truly, what do you mean you will not be confessing your feelings? I did not take you to be so shy."
Dyana snorted at that term, "Shy? And Stelsa? In the same sentence?" The blond looked over her shoulder and smiled as Stelsa looked over. "Never." Dyana teased softly, though her gentle smile was encouragement enough for Stelsa to swat at Caspian and send the boy spiraling back with a quiet squeal. "But the sentiment stands... why not tell the prince your feelings?"
Stelsa squeezed her thumb to her palm, trying to ease the feelings that rose in her body. It was unfamiliar to her, causing her to lift her internal shield to block them away. "Why would I? For kissing? There is no reason to engage that person in courting just for that." Stelsa huffed, lifting her eyes to watch as Caspian and Dyana shared a look — a confusion in Caspian's and a warning in Dyana's. "What?"
"Kissing is not all couples do, Stelsa." Caspian threw out, looking away from his blond twin to poke at Stelsa some more. A quiet huff fell from Dyana as she turned her body towards the two of them, eyes watching Caspian closely. It was similar to Aba's warning glare, yet much less intimidating coming from the shy girl they adored.
"What do they do then?" Stelsa questioned, stepping to block Dyana from Caspian in a way to demand an answer.
"They fuck." Caspian said bluntly, ignoring the gasp for air that left Dyana from his audacity. Dyana hissed something between her teeth, but Stelsa ignored it. Fuck? What... What does that mean? Stelsa blinked, leaning forward against the table to search for more answers. "Do you not know how a lady comes to be with a child? Better yet, have you ever been to a brothel?"
