Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Four

"That's not— possible. How can you have a gypsy tattoo, when you're not a gypsy? You're human. I can feel your humanity practically oozing off of you" there was shock written all over the girl's face.

"I'm part gypsy. My mom was a gypsy, but my dad was human. I know that's usually not how it's supposed to work. Being a gypsy is an all consuming thing. It's all or nothing. You're either gypsy or human. There are no halfways. I really can't explain how an impossibility happened to me, but I do know I am what I am. And I won't apologize for it. I know you can't be a God and then be the devil as well. Nor can you be white and then black, all at once. But I am infact both gypsy and human. My elder sister was full gypsy however"

"So tell me, half gypsy, where do you stand? Because there will be a war coming. It's going to happen one way or another. Where will you stand? Where will your loyalties lie? You are not fully them and you are not fully us. Eventually you're going to make a choice and choose a side to fight for, and a side to fight against. They hunt us. "

"What did you do? Why where those men pursuing you?" Delilah asked again, softly

"Isn't it enough that I'm gypsy? To them, that's reason enough to kill me" she scoffed

"True. But they usually wait till they have solid enough reason to do so, before they go on their killing sprees, just as a way to justify their non-existent consciences. And so the public doesn't paint them as captors, but as victims of a merciless gypsy attack. So what did you do to get them on your heels?"

"Well if you must know, I burnt down one of their camps. You don't have to look so stricken. There were no casualties. I just wanted to scare them a little bit"

"That was dangerous and reckless, and foolish! Was your aim to get caught and be given a public execution? Because that's what would have happened if those men had caught up with you, and I hadn't been around to rescue you" Delilah cried out in shock

"What is your name, half gypsy?" the gypsy lady snorted

"I'm Delilah. Lilah for short" Delilah replied calmly, with as much dignity as she could muster.

"I'm Phoebe. Thank you for saving me. But I really should get on my way" and with that, Phoebe ran off

"Wait—" Lilah tried to call after her, but Phoebe was gone already

With a sigh, Delilah took another route, and began heading back home.

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It was just a year ago. A year ago that the whole of Florence knew that there were humans who had the ability to practice magic and worship the old gods, amongst their midst. So they tagged them 'Pagan Gypsies'. Or just simply gypsies for short. Women. Eighty percent of gypsies were women, and fewer men. She guessed that was nature's way of  equalizing the scales. There weren't enough male gypsies to go around and procreate with all the gypsy females. So there would always be innately more humans than gypsies in the world. And months ago, the woman who lorded over the Florence – The Queen, as she so loved to call herself, had ordered the death of all male gypsies that could be found. She sought to drive gypsies to extinction and she was right, that was how best to do it. By eliminating the male gypsies.

Gypsies weren't gods really, like humans seemed to think they were. Plus gypsies had to pay a price everyday, for the magic they did. There were rules to follow. They didn't just do spells out of the blue. They had to be learnt, studied, the right words used. And a gypsy had to be strong enough. For example, it'd take a really strong gypsy to master the act of disappearing or vanishing in dangerous situations, and someone like Phoebe probably hadn't been strong enough to do so.

Gypsy females were however more powerful than the males. The roles of the males had reduced over time to simple fertilization and procreation. They were now highly valued beings. They weren't allowed to go into war. The ones that were found were kidnapped and kept, fed, well nourished, and used to procreate the female gypsies. Whether willing or not. They could be chained if they were unwilling, and their organs used to procreate female gypsies. The female gypsies needed to keep their species alive as much as they could, because they were presently being hunted like wild beasts. There was a gypsy queen. Delilah wasn't sure who it was. But she knew they had a female leader.

Slowly, as quietly as she could, Delilah sneaked back into her home residence, through the front door, after taking Khalia to the stables and tying her securely.

By now Mrs. Jameson the housekeeper, would have been well asleep already. If luck was on her side, Gregor Smitten would be asleep as well

"And where are you coming from young lady?" She heard a loud, resounding voice boom and thunder through the empty hallways, and with that shock she jumped back to stare at the large imposing man that she well knew owned that voice. Gregor Smitten. Her now supposed guardian, since Genevieve's disappearance.

"I just went out for a walk, to stretch my limbs Sire" She tried, plastering a simply smile on her face

"A walk at almost midnight? You have been insolent and unruly for a long time now! That is no way a lady should behave. You don't help out around the house, and you certainly don't help out with the finances either! I will allow no more of this in this household-"

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