A forgotten, Once Upon a time

Part 1

     One faithful day Bubbie accompanied his king, who he served honorably, to the elf kingdom. They were escorted to the throne room where they came to negotiate with the queen, Queen Astrah. When the heavy doors to the throne room where pushed aside by the door keepers the Slaphians stiffened with unexpected shock.

       Astrah had Calypso by the hair in a tight grasp. She had deep fleshy cuts all over her body and ribbons of crimson blood all over. Criss-crossing here and there, everywhere. Her clothes were torn, turned to stained rags unfit to be worn any longer. She was a savage beaten mess, but still gloriously beautiful. More so than the queen herself, and for that the queen despised her.

       Calypso held a face of indifference. Trying not to show pain or make any sounds in the hopes that the queen would tire of her quickly and send her back to her chambers. But it had the opposite effect. Before Queen Astrah was interrupted she beat Calypso in a frenzy with such force that blood spatter decorated the white marble of the throne room. Her whips so fierce that you could see the white gleam of Calypso's bones through her open wounds.

      Bubbie stared at her, blank faced with neutral expression. Such cruelty wasn't uncommon in the land of faeries. But they were taken aback since the cruelty was taking place in the throne room and not in private chambers. Bubbie, in the depths of his mind wondered how anyone could abuse such a lovely creature. As soon as this thought passed through his mind, he hated himself for it. Knowing he shouldn't take a care in another race's matters. He especially shouldn't be admiring another that is not slaph but her strange beauty transfixed him. The queen tightened her grip on Calypso's hair and flung her so hard across the room that she landed in front of Bubbie's feet.

      His mind still on the subject of Calypso he bent over to her without thinking. His hand stretched out, touching her skin lightly with the tips of his fingers.

       “Why are you touching my subject!?” Roared Queen Astrah.

      Bubbie quickly withdrew his hand and stood erect. His face hard and cold with no traces that it was ever softening in the first place.

       “My apologize your highness. I forget myself. My king enjoys beating his captives as well and I'm usually the one to drag them back to him. My body simply responded the familiarity.”

      His King stood erect beside him. Proud of his knight for a perfect lie but disappointed with his original sin in the presence of Astrah. On the other hand Astrah gave Bubbie a cold stare. She was afraid that Calypso mesmerized even a slaph with her beauty, and another spur of jealousy whirled within her.

       Calypso very slowly turned her eyes up to him. Her body twitching from nerve damage and blood loss. But she managed a small smile, just a little rise in the corners of her mouth.

     The elf's found all slaph ugly and repulsive, no matter how truly handsome and manly they really were. Calypso saw Bubbie for the truly handsome creature that he was, and the small motion he had made to touch her meant something to her. No one usually spoke to her, especially others from other kingdoms. Although his lie came out smooth and undetectable she knew he lied.

     Feeling the heat of her eyes on him, Bubbie looked down at her for a brief second. Locking eyes he ached to touch her, comfort her, and make all her pain go away.

     The queen waved her hand and two elf guards appeared and pulled Calypso up by her arms, dragging her away. Her feet leaving behind a trail of blood on the white marble floor, and Bubbie watched with longing that was disguised behind his cold eyes until she disappeared behind a set of doors.