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...
"A snake and a dragon with the SAME GREEN SCALES."
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THE BIRDS HAD ONLY BEGUN TO SING when Stelsa felt two large hands come to encase her shoulders. Her dark brows wove together at the feeling, tugging at the blanket she had wrapped herself in like a butterfly would in its cocoon. "Stelsa." Her father's gruff voice met her ears, making her huff out an irritated breath and turn away. "Stelsa, I will drag you out of this bed." He warned, but his efforts were only met with silence.
Stelsa almost sighed in relief when she felt her father's hand disappear from her shoulders. The sweet relief of sleep began to snake its way up her frame, replacing the fabric of the blanket with body — her prince's body to be specific. She could feel each breath he took as he cradled her in his arms, sound asleep inside his room.
The image was ripped from her when a hand grabbed her ankle and tugged, causing her eyes to fly open and her hands to frantically grab at her pillow. "You ass!" Stelsa yelped, turning onto her back to kick her leg at her father's chest. He merely laughed, grabbed the ankle before she had a chance and tugged her again.
Stelsa's body hit the grass causing her to let out a huff, glaring up at her father who released her and placed his hands on his hips. "Now that you are awake. Get dressed, you are going tracking." Stelsa sat up, watching as her father walked over to a small fire that had a pan. He slid the egg and bacon in the pan onto a plate, walking over to hand it to Stelsa who took it.
"Don't you mean we?" Stelsa grumbled, ripping her bacon apart and angrily chewing as she watched her father head to clean up the mess he had made.
"No. I meant you." Stelsa blinked, her stormy eyes bore into the back of her father's head as he cleaned. "You are capable of taking care of yourself. Do not stray far from camp-"
"You are letting me go out... alone?" Stelsa interrupted, making her father glance over his shoulder and nod. She took another bite of her bacon.
Aaeron raised a brow in question. "Should I not?" He questioned making Stelsa instantly shake her head. "Good. Then hurry up. You need to find something before the storm comes in so we can inform the hunters."
Stelsa scarfed down the food her father had given her at those words, helping clean the plate before she moved to change into riding gear and leave their tent. The sky was a soft blue hue, trapped between the space of morning and night. It was an exchange she did not often see so closely — only in brief moments as she snuck back to her chambers before her uncle and father returned from guard duty. Stelsa moved through the quiet camp towards the bowls of water available for guards.
In the water's reflection, Stelsa caught sight of herself. She nearly laughed at herself seeing how unruly her hair looked in the bun she had done. It would suffice, Stelsa thought as she wet her rag to use. She wiped at her face, wiping the tiredness that lingered in her eyes away. "I need my pot cleaned out." A voice rang out behind her causing irritation to sink its claws into her spine. She did not need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. "Did you not hear me? Oh, Stelsa. Apologies, I thought you were a serving girl considering how close you are with them." This comment made Stelsa glance over her shoulder at the girl, her dark hair was smoothed down by hands and her nightgown she wore still clung to her small frame.
