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Laerya has a minion!

Alaya the Noctou

Laerya
Legacy Name: Laerya

The

Cream Jollin
Owner:

wizardry

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: October 13th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: October 13th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 18th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 43
Strength: 108
Defense: 108
Speed: 108
Health: 108
HP: 70/108
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

Laerya's father slammed the door behind him and she slumped down onto the floor, trying hard to hold the tears in. Things were not supposed to turn out like this. It had all seemed so harmless to her and now someone very dear to her was in danger of losing his life.

It had started innocently enough. Laerya had a habit of venting to her handmaid when she was vexed with her father, which was often. She was not exactly her father's vision of the perfect princess he wanted her to be. Sure, she was charming and courteous and even enjoyed many of the things that a young lady of the Elven royal family should. But she had a rebellious streak and was constantly getting in trouble. Her father had almost accepted that she prefered to dress in clothing more suited for males but one issue he would never give into was her wanting to learn to fight, to be like one of her kingdom's famed warriors. That was what she had been complaining about the day everything changed.

Laerya leaned back against her bed as she remember the way her handmaid had almost shyly suggested that she knew a way that Laerya could train. She knew a man, she had said. One who kept to himself, preferring the company of his many owls to the company of other elves. Euchrid his name was, and if it pleased Her Grace, she could meet him today.

Euchrid had turned out to be not what she expected. He was old, maybe almost as old as her father. He was gruff and bitter and almost a bit cruel. Worst of all, he was not what she had pictured, looks wise. She had wanted and hoped for some handsome young man but what she got was a drunk, dressed in dingy clothes and stinking of wine. He wore a scarf tied around his head, tucked under his hair that covered what she only assumed was a missing eye and had a large scar around his good eye that extended almost to his chin. His hair was ragged and mostly contained in a long braid that reached to the small of his back.

Euchrid wasn't easy on the eyes and he didn't go easy on her in training either. Laerya would leave early in the morning, and return hours later sore and bruised. Training was not what she expected earlier. Euchrid drove her hard. He never relented and never called her anything but "girl". He never met her eyes but sometimes she would catch him stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking. This went on for a few months until one day he roughly ordered her to stop. Laerya's heart almost stopped, she was so afraid she had done something wrong. Instead Euchrid looked at her, smiled and told her she was doing well and suggested that they take a rest and have some wine.

The more he drank, the more Euchrid opened up. He told Laerya almost his entire life's story and instead of being repulsed by him, she began to feel sympathetic. It seemed nothing had ever gone right for him. When he was finished, she had reached out and taken his hand in hers, fighting the urge to cry. She had sat there and held it for a few moments before blushing and excusing herself. Back at the castle she tried to convince herself that she had just been drunk, that it was the wine, Euchrid was not handsome and not very kind. There was no way she had feelings for him.

But as it turned out she had been wrong. It wasn't just the wine. She tried to resist at first, tried to remain aloof and distant but Laerya started spending more time with Euchrid when they weren't training. He took her hunting, they went for rides in the forest together, and he even gifted her with one of his precious owls, a tiny brown one she named Alaya. The first time he kissed her she thought she might die of happiness. She had fallen totally and completely in love. A small nagging voice in the back of her head told her that her father would never approve of this but Laerya didn't care. She'd find a way to make it work.

Exactly how to make it work was what she had been thinking of that terrible morning. She had been sitting at her vanity, idly brushing her hair and thinking of whether or not to wear her normal clothes or to wear something befitting her station when she went to visit Euchrid today. He of course was aware of who she was, but had never seen her in anything other than her usual garb of brown pants and vest, paired with a frilly cream blouse and belt. She had just decided she would dress up when her father had come storming in, his face bright red with anger. He had had men follow her. He knew everything. He was furious, she had disgraced herself and disgraced him with her actions. It wasnt that she had chosen to learn to fight despite his wishes, but that she had taken a poor half-elf commoner as her lover that angered and offended him. Euchrid was in the cells, facing possible execution and it was all her fault. What was she going to do?

Find out how the story ends

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