Medieval Tales

~ Chapter 1 ~ The Twins

Our mother bore us in a tavern. She was know as the common whore of the lands. We were twins of fiery blood. If we ever touched the flames we never burned. Our clothes however were the only casualties that were resulted in.

Our whore of a mother couldn't bare the thought of having bastard children. She gave us up to our father. A king. He who had a Queen and children of their own. Queen Hana Varco, descendant of Admunt and Reyles Varco. The Queen had two other brother's, both of which were older than her. Jared and, their bastard an imp as which he is called, Alden Varco.

As my brother and I grew we learn more about ourselves each day. He was the one gifted of powers, while I was gifted in speech with commoners. Bastard daughters have very few places for her to go. Brothels is one of them, or... we go into hiding.

Our father gave us simple names Kat and Carter. We were not give much space for living chambers due to our Queen. I may be saying this now but you must know, I will never call her my Queen, my highness, my lady, my anything. I hate that woman for her secret.

I've heard tales around the keep in which I slumber. She kills those she doesn't see fit for her kingdom. The Queen hates anyone who knows her little tales behind her such fake demeanor. She act so sweet and wispy around our father but behind that facade is her true form. An evil sea bitch. If I could I would burn her where she stands, but since I was the unlucky child of this year.

It's been several moons now and my time to bleed and the time for my brother to become a man of the court. The only way he is able to get on this court, for the king if you are wondering what the court is for, is because of his powers. There are whispers he is stronger than most men who fight.

The king agrued he should be in the King's Guard, but the Queen spoke and said he should be the on the court for the safety of his life and others. The Queen loved my brother more dearer than I. I the daughter of a whore. She's spoken to her ears that I deserve a place in the brothel with my mother by my side.

When the sun was the highest I made my way down towards the blacksmith. Another one of the bastards within the keep. He was busying himself with a sword.

"Boy!" I called to him.

He raises his head and looks at me. He stood up straighter and shifted his weight.

"What would a Princess like you want with me?"

"I want a duel edged sword, and never call me a 'princess' I may be a daughter of the king, but I am still a bastard." I spoke to him.
"A weapon, light sword, not any board that you think is nice."

"And why a light sword?"

I place my hands on the table that stood between him and I. "I will not be a bastard whore like the Queen wishes me to be, bastard boy." I snarled at him.

He had a signature of defeat as his arms and shoulder relaxed. He let out a sigh, ran his fingers through his golden mane, and glanced around.

"What metal and single or double edged sword?"

"Valerian steel and double." I told him.

He ran his eyes up and down me like I was crazy. "Have you no clue how expensive Valerian steel is?!"

I smirked at him cunningly. "Of course that's why I want it." I stood up, crossing my arms across my chest. "Send a crow when the sword is finished."

I turned upon my heel and made my way towards the Keep. As I strolled my way back, I caught two little birds speaking to each other in silent voices.

As I neared them they grew silent. I smirked at them. I stopped just as I was in front of them.

"Let your higness know she won't need to worry about me no longer." I told them without even turning my head.