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Changing Tides

Brenna nodded quietly and sighed. She almost wished they would get to his home tonight so she wouldn't have another night of sleeping with him on the cot, but of course, luck wasn't with her. She got up on the horse again when they moved, and sat in silence for the rest of the ride.

She ate her dinner quietly when they set up camp, pulling the meat off of the bones and gnawing on it a bit hungrily. She had a pretty high metabolism, and she enjoyed fish anyways. She stared up at the stars, and she tossed the bones aside when she was done with dinner, staying seated on a rock and looking up at the sky. Her ears tuned into the sounds of nature, and she sighed and rested her chin on her knees, her arms around her legs. She wished she could go back home, but if she did, her brother would most likely have her killed the next time. Besides, so many people had it against her family. They were probably rejoicing that one of the heiresses was gone, maybe dead. One less way for the genes to be passed on.

She waited until she thought he was asleep before she crawled into the cot next to him, carefully trying not to wake him up. She shut her eyes and sighed before she fell asleep, sharing her body warmth with him.
 
The next morning when Draykon got up he was careful not to wake Brenna, he needed to get ready to meet his family. Everyone would notic him, nobody would care for her. He went to the stream and took a brisk bath in it to clean and wake up. Then he went to the pack horse which was grazing by the stream. Taking out the largest pack he opened it up to reveal a set of armor and clothes. They were fine well oiled solid black leather armor, a bit more padded and stiffer than his own battle leather. They had a red trim that matched the flow of the major arteries. A large dark blue cape attached to one shoulder, with his crimson scar the look was meant to make him appear imposing and wealthy. It was a look of wealth and affluence that he really dispised. It made him stand out, and make people actually consider him a threat, it was his fathers preference and design. The man may not have earned the nobility he had, but he most certainly took to the money and power that went with it.

When finished he pulled out the tak he had and woke Brenna up to let her eat it. He had more than enough food the previous night, and was too nervous to eat. "Come" he commaded to Brenna whe she was finished eating in a gruff voice. Taking a moment he took a deep breath, and tried to relax, but his stress was too great at the moment. Instead when Brenna came to him he picked her up placed her in the saddle then got up on himself. When there he griped her a bit more tightly than usual and moved the horses from first a walk, to a trot, and finally to a flat out run. The wind through his hair, the sound of it whizzing past him relaxing him. When he felt his stress finally recind he slowed the horses back to a fast walk, and loosened his hold on her.

Not too long after they finally got to his home, he stoped the horses at the edge of the forest and in a massive clearing stood a huge tower. Made of 10 levels, each level had 4 large balconies with a large catapault, flanking the catapaults were two massive trebuchets. Archer slits ran up the whole tower provideing positions for archers and natural light. It was an imposing structure built to withstand sieges, any troops that got in could be dealt with by well trained soldiers in small numbers. All around the tower were barracks, horse stables, and a series of masssive farmers fields. At the outskirts were small towns, it was a thriving community. When Draykon moved his horses through the towns, and farming areas people came to greet him happily, here he was back to normal getting down from his horse Draykon greeted the people in return, handing out his extra coins to the people who seemed to need it the most.
When they got closer however to the tower the people dropped back, soldiers came out in file and greeted him as well. Finally when they reached the entrance to the tower two people were ther to greet them. One was a young woman in very moderate clothing, next to her was a much older man in highly ornate clothes, in fact he looked more like a puffed up peacock than an old man. Yet under the clothes was an unmistakable strength, there was no frailty to him. Despite this all of Draykon's malice was directed at him, in fact Draykon's hand reached to his sword which he griped tightly for a moment before letting it go. "Hello father, I see you're feeling better, what ever happened to the last one?" Draykon said, in a level tone.
The man smiled at Draykon and in a cheerfull tone spoke "She got boring, I sent her to some slavers, the damn whore got pregnant, couldn't use her after that. This new one is some lesser noble's daughter, was meant for you but I knew you wouldn't mind." Directing his attention at Brenna he said "I see you got yourself a neko from the slavers. Hmmm she could be a fun one, how about you let me break her in?"

Draykon pressed Brenna closer to him in a reflexive action of protection. "How about father you leave what's mine alone." Draykon said darkly.

His fathers smile quickly faded at that comment and his tone turned dark as well "You should show some respect boy, don't forget it was I who got us here, you just taged along." With that he grabed the girls arm and took her back into the tower in an angry huff. Draykon on the other hand moved the horses to the stables where a stable boy quickly took the reins and lead the horses inside. Draykon got off the horse and lifted Brenna off as well. He leaned on the near wall and let out a great puff of air. "John, I need you to find the girl my father sold, use the gold from the treasury and buy her back, send her somewhere safe and with plenty of people. Then have the cook drug my father's wine, next have the maids ready, we're sending the girl back to her family tonight." The stable boy nodded and quickly finished taking care of the horses and left leaving Brenna and him alone.
 
Brenna woke up when he bothered her, her emerald eyes fluttering. She growled and huffed, tensing her body up and beginning to eat. She could see that he was rather stressed, and she wasn't sure why he would be. He was going home, right? She sighed and finished off her food, and followed Draykon over to the horses. She squeaked when he lifted her up onto the saddle and then got up behind her. She watched and waited, and when he began to make the horses pick up speed, she nervously gripped the saddle horn, glad he held onto her so tightly. She didn't know what to do when a horse went so fast. Her hair whipped around her face, and she shut her eyes, listening to the whistle of wind in her ears.

When he hopped down, she looked toward the little towns around the tower that she assumed was his. She hopped down on her own and followed along next to him, not wanting to get bucked off by his horse. She watched the townspeople greet Draykon like a returning king, and he gave them his money. She frowned quietly and sighed, following after him. When they reached the tower, she looked from the man she assumed was Draykon's father to the young woman beside him and frowned quietly. She tensed as his father explained that he had gotten rid of his last concubine because she got pregnant. Brenna swallowed nervously, and when Draykon's father turned his attention to Brenna and said he'd break her in, she hissed at him and moved a little closer to Draykon. She liked her master better than his father. She tensed slightly, noting that if she was alone she should make sure this man wasn't around.

When Draykon began to tell the servants to make plans to free the young woman, Brenna frowned. It didn't seem like something he would do. "Why are you freeing her?" she asked. "Won't he just get a new one?"
 
"I take care of my own, father took her unwillingly, I know that girl, and I don't want her near him long. He likes to play with his food, playing mind games to get them to trust him, to love him, and then he destroys them. When a woman loves somone, they bare their souls to them, and then to destroy them crushes their fire. They stop being alive, and end up dieing inside, from there a strong willed person can make them do anything they want. Do anything to them, that's what my father enjoys. He enjoys the power that gives him, and since I was granted the title of Archduke he has only grown in horror. I can't do anything to him because he convinced the king that I wasn't ready to hold the title, and so took it himself. Now he has set up plans that should he die in a questionable manner I will get nothing, and these people will find themselves under a tirant. He does this because he's jealous of me, I was the one sould who instead of being crushed by him only grew stronger. So I do what I can to protect those in my domain, afterall a rulers duty is to his people first and himself second. I choose women to serve us here who don't attract much attention, and I rotate them out finding enjoyable positions for a few months so they can recuperate. This way my father can't destroy the life a person has which I do cherish. The girl like my father said is probably some lesser noblemans daughter sent to build a marriage alliance. My father will not risk trying to take another woman while I am here. Even he isn't that foolish, and dragin. As for you, you will need to stick by me at all times, if my father catches you alone, he will assault you. One thing I learned from that man is how to imobilize somone, and remember what happened at the pool, my father will just as easily restrict your movement and rape you, unlike myself. Now there is much to do and much to show you."

He held out his arm for her to grab like a gentleman would to a lady and with his other hand beckoned them forward.
 
Brenna watched Draykon carefully, frowning. She sighed and crossed her arms. It seemed that his father was just as pleasant as he looked. She bit her lip and looked toward the tower. She assumed that up there, that man was ravaging that poor girl until she loved him. She hoped she never tried to escape when he was around. She would make sure it was safe.

She nodded quietly and grabbed his arm, staying a bit close. The words of his father scared her. She decided to stay close for at least some time. She bit her lip and sighed, holding his arms. "So why did you buy me?" she asked. "What am I going to be used for?"
 
Looking at her seriously he said "I need somone to be my eyes and ears in the tower, I need somone whose presence near me, or with me won't go noticed by my father. He won't tolerate me forever, and not all of the servents are allied with me. Some of the staff truly believe my father to be a better ruler, whether that's ture or not I can't say for the moment. I need somone who can get close to the staff in a way I can't, the maids know everything as the saying goes. Your job for the most part will be to get to know the tower better than anyone, to hear and know all that goes on in the tower when I'm away. At those times you will be in more danger, but they will happen and I can't take you everywhere I go, I will give you a list soon of the staff members that you can trust. I'm afraid to do this you may have to do some degrading things, non sexual of course, but you will have to sell the bit of being a sex slave. If we can convince my father and the staff that you are my personal servant and slave, then things will become much easier. In exchange I will set you free, and will pay for passage to one place of your choice."

Then heading to the tower he showed her the more popular areas such as the ball room, a beautiful circular room lined with mirrors and currently chairs. "This room functions as bothe the ball room, and the main dining room for guests of great importance." Said Draykon, moving on he showed her the training room which was filled with a massive assortment of weapons and targets. Then he took her to the kitchens which were busy cooking away for the evening meal. He showed her the guest quarters, staff quarters, where his and ultimately her room was located, the library, and finally he decided on a spur of the moment desire to show her his favorite place. He took her up a massive stone staircase where at the top was a wooden hatch opening it he showed her the very roof of the tower. "Should you ever need me, and I am not in the training room or the library, you can always find me up here." Waving his hand to encourage her to see she saw a glorious view of the country side, the wind blew lightly and from up here the sound of the town, and people below were almost completely gone.
 
Brenna frowned and nodded. "So I'll be your spy?" It sounded dangerous. She felt like she was still under his father's jurisdiction, which she probably was, and could be used at any moment. She held onto Draykon's arm as she listened to him. It sounded dangerous, probably moreso than it actually was. She felt like she'd have a lot of enemies. But if he'd free her in the end... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She just had to pretend she was Draykon's chamber slave and make friends.

Once in the tower, she followed after him, trying to remember the routes and hallways. She looked around with a bit of fascination. The decor made her think of her own home. She would have to find some way to take care of her brother when she went back home.

The neko girl shyly lowered her eyes whenever another servant watched her. She clung closely to Draykon and kept walking, hoping she looked plausible. She sighed and followed him to the roof, nodding. She hesitantly stood on her toes to look over the edge without getting close. "Wow," she murmured. She didn't exactly like heights. She thought quickly to get out. "Where will I be sleeping? Hopefully not at your father's feet?"
 
Smiling at her reaction he said "No, you will be sleeping in my chambers, it will be similar to when you slept in the cot with me. Going to bed will be when you give me any information I might need, I just need to last long enough for this lands blasted king to die, and then his son will give me the title, at which point I think I will have my father killed. You will then be let go, and we can all return to our lives." He took her hand and gently lead her back into the tower. Taking her back to his chambers he showed her his room, it was large but spartan, only having a simple desk, chair, and dresser. The only sign of affluence being the bed which was a large four poster with feather soft matresses and pillows. Covering it were heavy blankets made of soft animal furs.

"This will be where you will stay, I am having some clothes brought up and will be added to the dresser, some are highly revealing and provocative, and others are highly conservative. They are dresses for nearly every occasion and will be what you wear here from now on. My father is not allowed in this room, and so you should be safe, at night and when I'm gone it is guarded by two of my most trusted men. In here you will be safe."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Draykon said "Come!" and in walked a soldier "Sir, there are bandits, they're raiding the northern village, and your father requests your personal attention on the matter."

Looking first to the soldier "I will be there shortly." Turning to Brenna "I guess your duties start now. For the moment assume that the entire staff is allied with my father, I will be back and tell you who you can trust." Then he left, to deal with the bandits, leaving Brenna alone in his room.
 
Brenna nodded. That wouldn't be so bad. He hadn't tried anything yet. She bit her lip and sighed, following him up to his bedroom. She hoped his father wouldn't suspect anything, try to get her to spill Draykon's plans. This was all quite high risk, and it made her rather nervous.

She walked into his room, glad to see there was plenty of room on the bed. She noticed how simple it looked, beside the bed. She sighed and looked over at Draykon, nodding. She was safe in here, and she was getting new clothes. It would be much better than the bland grey dress the slave traders had put her into. She bit her lip and looked around the room, inspecting everything.

When the soldier came and told him to come, she looked over at Draykon with wide eyes. "Now?" she squeaked. She swallowed and looked around the safety of the room. His father was gone, at least.

"Wait!" she cried, catching up with him. "Do you want me to stay put, or go around the tower?" she asked quietly. She looked up at him with nervous emerald eyes, bouncing a little on her feet.
 
"I don't think that I will be gone, it's just a group of bandits, so it should be pretty easy. You could wait here for a little bit, but if I should run long you may want to get started. I'm worried that my father may have something already planned." Turning to leave he stoped looked to Brenna thought about kissing her but decided against it and left.

It was noon when Draykon left and as Brenna waited he did not return. In fact he did not return at all that day, and neither did any of the soldiers that went with him. Early the next morning Draykons father came to the door and requested her presence for breakfast.
 
Brenna nodded. "Okay," she said quietly. She ended up wandering around his room, sprucing things up. When the clothes arrived, she used the empty drawer and neatly put them in. She didn't leave the room the entire time. She brushed her red hair out to get it untangled and tied it back with a string she found in the bedroom. She waited for a while before she decided he wouldn't be coming back for quite a while. She sighed and fell asleep on top of the covers in the bed.

Brenna woke up the next morning and got dressed in a modest white dress that matched her ears and tail. When Draykon's father knocked on the door, she looked over at him nervously, and nodded. She didn't think she really had a choice. She brushed out her hair and looked out the window. Where was Draykon? His father was back, so where was Draykon? She didn't like where this was going. She whimpered and nervously headed down to breakfast. She entered hesitantly, her ears turning toward every sound she heard. Her emerald eyes looked to the table. Draykon's father wasn't there yet. The girl hesitantly walked over and sat down in one of the chairs.
 
Draykon's father walked in silently he knew more about neko anatomy than his son. He had the servents make a bit of noise in the room directly opposite to where she was facing. Forcing her to direct her attention to it so she wouldn't hear him. Then he jabed his hand into her side and then twisting, hitting the nerve cluster in her side that first sent a muscle spasm through her entire body, and then forcing her muscles to freeze, making her temporarily paralyzed. Then he started fondling her breasts, for a short period of time, eventually he pulled her dress up and fingered her pussy. "You see, my son seems to have been killed when he faced those bandits, a shame really, that just means that the king who happens to have recently died and his son now the new king will be making me permanent archduke here. It's not much now, but I plan on changing that, as well as your role here. With my son gone, all that was his is now mine, including you. You're a slave and for once I won't have to pretend to care about you, and see how easily it is for me to sneak up on you, and immobilize you."

He ordered the staff to bring in breakfast, before he moved to the other end of the table he pulled out a small dagger and cut through the dress and pulling it away revealing her naked form. Next he ordered some rope, tied her legs to the chair, had shackels placed on her arms connected to the arm rests of the chair limiting her movement. As he walked to his chair her movement returned "You see things are going to change, and you can either accept them or I can force you quite easily. From now on you will wear no clothes, what few posetions my son let you have, what sense of independence you had, and what self respect are gone. My wish is your command, when I say jump you jump, if I say to bend over, you will bend over, and please give me one reason to punish you and I most surely will and enjoy it."
 
Brenna's ears were perked forward, and she leaned forward a bit, listening to the noise in the kitchen. She wondered what was going on in there, why they were making so much noise. As she was considering going in to help and get on their good side, she felt a poke in her side. "Hey, Wh--ahhhy!" She squeaked as he twisted and hit the nerves, her muscles spasming before she lost control and stayed still. She whimpered quietly, her ears flattening against her head. She couldn't believe she'd allowed him to lure her down here. She listened as he told her Draykon had been killed. She whined and looked up at him, trying so hard to move as he began to molest her breasts and pussy. She wouldn't believe it. Draykon had defeated an entire pack of soldiers! He wouldn't be killed that easily! More than likely his father had locked him somewhere.

The neko whined as her dress was cut away and she was tied to the chair. She whimpered, and when her movements finally returned, she wailed loudly. "No!" she cried. "I'm not a slave to you! Draykon is my master!" Her voice was desperate. She squirmed and shook her head, chaffing her wrists and ankles as she struggled. "I won't obey you!" She had to get out of here. Someone was loyal to Draykon. Unless his father had had all of them killed, too. "What did you do to him? Bring him back!" she cried. Her ears were flattened against her head and her tail was puffed up.
 
He smiled a cruel smile "That's just what I wanted to hear." Getting up he went over to Brenna and said softly "You have no name my dear, and welcome to hell."

He then snapped his fingers and a couple of servants grabed her arms, and untied her feet. Next he ordered thme to take her to the dungeon, when there in the center was a large stone table. "My son never knew about this place, I was the one who designed it and had it built under the tower before its construction, then I killed the workers, their bodies are right under our feet. I had it built for the soul purpose of breaking women, I had planned to also use it to break my son, but I had him killed before that could happen. You on the other hand there's time for." He then motioned for the servants to place her on the table, a chain was chained to her wrist chains and pulled forcing her arms up above her head. Then two ankle chains were placed on her ankles and pulled forcing her legs apart exposing her slit. He first started by gently stroking her ears, and rubbing in the little dibits where they connected to her head. Moving down he gently stroked her cheeks and moved down her neck. Stopping at her breasts to groped, kneaded, and massage them. "Remember this is a punishment, not for pleasure." and he cruely grabed her nipples and twisted then pulled on them hard.

Letting go after a few minutes he asked "So, whose your master?"
 
When the servants grabbed her, the little Neko hissed and bit at them, kicking and screamed as she was dragged down to the man's dungeon. She twisted in their grip, doing her best to deter them from putting her on the table. She hissed repeatedly, getting several good bites into rhe obedient servants' arms. She spat out the blood and growled as she was chained to the table, spread and open.

She growled and shook her head as he rubbed her ears. He'd known about the nerves in her side that caused paralysis. What else did he know about her? She growled and hissed, spitting at him. When he began to move his hands down her body, she tried to bite at him, her canines chomping down dangerously close to his meaty hand. She growled, and when he began to massage her breasts like tough dough, she growled and squirmed. She gave a loud yelp when he twisted her sensitive nipples.

"Master Draykon!" she cried in reply. She refused to be deterred. "What did you do to him? I don't believe that you killed him! So what did you do?" She growled and squirmed desperately. The young virgin neko didn't like this situation at all.
 
Lowering to her ear, but just out of reach he whispered "I stabed him in the back with my own sword. You're right thinking that he's too skilled to be killed easily, afterall I sent over 40 soldiers after him and 9 assasins, all of which he and his guard killed. Though being the only one left afterwards, he was a little tired, and wounded, it didn't take much to sneak up on him and drive my sword through him."

Then he reached down and started probing her slit, surprised by the fact that she was a virgin. "Ohhh, I see my son never fucked you, he always was fond of being kind to woman. I personally have never seen the need, women are tools, tools for breeding and pleasuring men. You know Draykon's mother was a very good fuck, after he was born and a few years after as well I kept her around. Though, when I saw how weak he was I killed her after fucking her silly, and the best part is that she actually thought I loved her. Draykon never knew that, he was too young to understand, and I tried so many ways to have him killed but the little bastard wouldn't die. Now I can start a new lineage with you, I wonder just what kind of child you will bear me." He then started to undress himself standing naked he showed a fairly large size sporting 10 inches easily, and 4 in diameter.
 
Brenna cried out in distress at his words. "You bastard!" Foul language for a woman, but she didn't care. She had to let him know just how horrible he was before he kept living in his pleasurable life.

The small neko felt his fingers enter her and immediately hissed, tensing up and growling. She didn't want to be fucked by him for her first time. She was of marriable age, and she didn't want to lose her purity to this man. She watched him with panic and began to squirm around in desperation. She growled and hissed at him, her chains clinking in distress, but he didn't seem to care. He was soon undressed, and one look at him told her that he was much too large for her, it seemed. She purred nervously, her body trembling. It was a nervous habit, purring to calm herself down, even if she hated the situation. She turned her head back and forth, whimpering. She hoped that for her sake and her children's sakes she would bear good children for him, so she wouldn't die before she had a chance to escape with them.
 
As he was just lining himself up to fuck her a serving girl came and whispered something in his ear. He quickly backhanded the girl sending her reeling, then he got off and started to undress "It seems we have company." He ordered her chains removed and headed back up the stairs "I suppose you should count yourself lucky. Do not worry however, I will have my way with you yet."

As soon as he was out of earshot the girl pulled Brenna aside "there's something you must see, the new king will keep him busy for a while, and he will not notice you gone. Come with me." Then taking her hand they headed up to the ground floor, and out the tower. The girl took Brenna to the stables where the stable boy had a horse prepped. "This ones Crystal, she hasn't inprinted yet and can still be rode by others. You can take her to where you need to go, and please hurry, it won't be long before that sick bastard starts getting rid of those loyal to Draykon." Handing her the reins he then left to fulfill other duties. The girl took the reins from Brenna and got up on the horse, reaching down she helped Brenna who was still naked up on the horse. Then she gave Crystal a quick kick, and they were off.

Going to the edge of the northern section of the town they came across a small building where several men were working, all of which held sharp weapons. Upon their arrival one man, a particularly large brute came up to them, "He's inside, my wife is taking care of him, be quick, he doesn't have a great deal of strength yet." Turning back to his work he left them. They got off the horse letting it wander and graze and the girl took her inside. As they entered the smell of pultices, herbs, blood and bandages assaulted Brenna. A woman came to them carrying bloody bandages and directed them into the rear bedroom. Upon entering, there laying in the bed striped of clothing was Draykon, a great many wounds covering his body, and a large bandage wrapping around his entire back. When they entered he opened his eyes and gave a weak smile "My father just can't kill me can he?"
 
Brenna sealed her eyes shut, but when he didn't immediately enter, she looked up to see what he was doing. She saw the servant girl whispering to him, jumping when he suddenly backhanded her for whatever she'd told him. She was quickly on her shaky feet, rumbles still coming from her throat, when she was free from her chains. She wanted to kiss the girl for freeing her. Brenna frowned and her ears perked forward. "See what?"

She quickly grabbed a cloak and covered herself with it, not wanting to be seen naked. She trotted after the servant girl, and when she saw the white horse, she smiled and nodded. "She's not trained." She sighed and stroked the animal's head before she got up on the horse with the girl. She held onto the girl's waist as she rode, wondering what it was that they were hurrying off to see.

Brenna looked around and the strong, burly men, wondering if they were soldiers. She climbed down off the horse and followed the girl inside. She began to figure out what was going on, and she raced back to his infirmary, stopping at the door and smiling with relief when she saw him. She trotted over and kissed his forehead thankfully, tears streaking down her cheeks. She purred happily and wrapped her hand around his before she pulled back, blushing. "Sorry, sorry. I-I'm just so glad you're alive!" She knelt by the bed, looking at his cuts and wounds. "What happened? Y-Your father, he-he knows how to work me. He paralyzed me and took me d-down to his dungeon. He said he'd killed you, and that I was his new breeder." She was so terrified. Her soft purrs came from her throat. "He told me you were so difficult to kill, and it looks like he was right." She held on tightly to his hand. "When will you come back?" The little neko didn't think she could avoid going down to get food. Maybe if she went to wherever the servants went to get food. But he could still catch her in the halls around mealtimes. Maybe if she walked with someone. Her eyes went over to the female servant. "How much time do we have? Where did you send him?"
 
Looking at Brenna the serving girl said "The new king came to visit, Draykon was a close personal friend and wished to be here for his funeral, secretly he came here really to find is Draykon was killed under questionable circumstances. He also came here to try to rally his father's or hopefully Draykon's support, bothe are highly popular with quite a few nobles, though none of the same nobles are loyal to bothe. He plans on removing a law that the previous king passed, stating that slaves can't be released from bondage, except by proving themselves to the whole kingdom. It was a law made so that prisoners and convicts made slaves couldn't be prematurely released from bondage. Though, it also forces good, kind slaves who have done nothing wrong to remain as slaves."

At this point Draykon who had been resting during her speech reached out and gently rubed her cheek, unlike his father it was a touch of kindness, trying to calm her down. "The prince and I had a plan that would free all of the slaves in the land, there are more innocent slaves than there are guilty ones. As to your questions Brenna it will be some time before I will be able even walk, and a great deal more before I can fight my father. In a fair fight, or even in a highly lopsided fight I am better than my father, as I am now I won't even be able to stave off a half hearted strike. The bandits were a ruse, there were 30 soldiers waiting for us and 10 archers in the trees. I spent some time with a group of archers when I was training abroad and they tought me how to block arrows. My men however never stood a chance, they managed to take down a few soldiers and 2 of the archers. Using throwing daggers from behind a tree I took down the other 8. Using my snake dance I was able to kill the rest but not before they managed to injure me, the dance uses cloaks and rags to disguise my movements sowing confusion, and always keeping me moving, but I can't defend with my swords at the same time. A few cuts, a twisted ankle, some bruises, a cracked rib, and a light gash was what I had afterwards. I let my guard down then, and that was my mistake, while resting my father stuck me in the back, and left me for dead. I would be dead if not for some traveling woodsman. They took me here, ordered a doctor, who performed some surgery, and I have been here ever since." Finished with his story Draykon collapsed in exhaustion.

From here the serving girl jumped in again "My father was the one who worked on him, and my mother has been providing healing paultices ever since, that's how I knew he was here. Only a handfull of villagers know he's here, and it must stay that way. I have already told the servants loyal to Draykon to scatter, that's what John was going to do. Within the next couple of days only a few of those able to hide their allegiance to Draykon will remain. A few of the more experienced serving girls have also volunteered to keep him 'distracted', they will do this giving you the chance to keep away from him, and to also serve Draykon here. I must warn you however, you can't be seen, or his father might get wind of it."
 
Brenna frowned and listened as the servant and Draykon explained the situation. She sat down on his bed and quietly stroked his warm forehead. She hoped he didn't have a fever-- sickness would just worsten things. She didn't want him to be gone any longer than he had to be. She knew he needed to regain his strength, or he wouldn't be able to fight off his father, and then they really would be screwed.

She looked up at the servant and smiled quietly, nodding. She honestly hoped Draykon's father wouldn't find out about this. If he did, he would make sure he didn't fail this time. She rested her forehead on his, smiling as he stroked her cheek so gently. "Please come home soon. I'm so scared." She looked back and forth between the young girl and her Master. "So I can come down here on Crystal until she's imprinted." She ran a hand through her red hair, lightly stroking the ears that Draykon's father had so recently touched. She bit her lip and sighed. "How am I supposed to avoid your father? He's determined to have me for his own, since I'm 'his' property. And he technically has access to your room since you're dead." She looked rather distraught. She got up and paced quietly.

"I don't want to go back, Draykon. I don't like him. He's gonna start a new line with me."
 
He was enjoying her presence but then she got up and she mentioned what his father had planned for her. His face grew hard and suddenly he got up, taking a shaky step he started moving a limp in his step obvious and tilting to one side favoring the injury to his ribs he moved to a corner of the room and picked up a sword previously hidden in the shadows. It was a massive blade as large as a broad sword but with two differences. The first being the blade ended in a regular point, but curved back like a hook. The second being the guard was another blade built for punching. He started going through motions designed to test the blade in a confined space. Slowly his visible injuries seemed to dissapear, but then suddenly he cried out in pain, his bandages soaking in blood, and he colapsed to the ground.

Moving quickly out of nowhere the woman from before quickly moved him to the bed and pulled a needle and thread out. Then removing his bandages she started cleaning his injuries and for the first time Brenna saw his real injury, it was a massive gash that went clean through to the other side, visible pieces of flesh were missing. In a few seconds however the woman had the wound sealed shut again and cleaned. Turning to Brenna she slapped her face hard "Don't stress him out, he truly believes that his first duty is to those who serve him, and his health comes second!" she yelled, turning back to Draykon who now lay exhausted she lowered her voice "you're going to have to find a way, your diapearance must go unoticed, the other serving girls have promised to keep him distracted, find ways to lower your sensuality, the cooks still aligned to us will serve you meals early before he rises, and late at night when he's resting. Stay out of his way and don't do anything to get attention and he should forget about you, at least for a time. The best thing you can do is probably to rest in the day, so you can serve Draykon at night, he trusts you, and your natural athleticism will help when he needs physical therapy. Now you had best go while he's out, rest up, and at sundown you can come visti, and explain what's going on in the tower."
 
Brenna turned and watched him as he got up and began to practice with his sword. "D-Draykon, shouldn't you be resting?" With that, he collapsed to the ground. She began to move toward him, but his caretaker beat her to it. She watched, putting her hand to her mouth when she spotted the large, bloody gash. She swallowed nausea and sat down on her Master's bed. She bit her lip and waited, and when the woman slapped her, she yelped and put her hand to her cheek in surprise. She shook her head. "I didn't know that! I was just giving him an update!" She crossed her arms and sighed, putting her hand to her forehead.

"Okay, okay. That'll have to work for now..." She bit her lip and sighed. The things she had to do. She desperately hoped that Draykon's father wouldn't disturb her. She looked back over to Draykon, smiling and running her hand through his hair. "Please be careful." She looked to the servant and nodded, heading back out to the horse and getting on, wrapping the cloak tightly around her.

When they got back to the tower, she let the servant and stable boys take care of Crystal, and she hurried upstairs, in the hope that his father wouldn't catch her in the hall. She went to Draykon's room, hoping to hide out and rest there.
 
Over the next couple of days Draykon's father stayed busy with entertaining the prince, and playing the whole song and dance of the grief stricken father, and had even sent out search teams for the body, which of course always came back empty handed. He also took an interest in the serving maids which had adopted clothes that were much more revealing and form fitting. Often times Brenna would overhear some maid or serving girl being brutally ravaged, but the worst happened in the dungeon where the girls always came back quiet, and covered in black and blue bruses. Despite this they worked through it, giving what ever they could in the way of intel to Brenna. They passed on information such as to the king that he would support him, but had instead sent riders to his allies to set up a new line with him at the head, and all of them in important positions. He was setting up a coup before the young kings power solidified. The cooks in the meantime were careful in sending up food to her, always with something new, and special for her. In the meantime Draykon was slowly getting stronger.

It was a full two weeks before the king left and when he did Draykon's father was in a rage. Storming around the tower he started yelling "That pompous ass! I can't believe that I have to kiss up to him, I have to grovel at his feet. Who does he think he is, everything was handed to him, I had to work to get where I am, and he has the audacity to question me?!" Calming down from his tirade he went in search of Brenna, "Slave! Where are you, come here now, it's time for your first breeding session, and damn it I am going to have you, not some stupid cow of a serving girl. I'm going to make you my bitch, and if you don't come out now it's only going to get worse." Of course no matter what she did he was still going to brutally fuck her, and then fuck a serving girl.
 
Throughout the weeks Brenna wore conservative clothes. She stayed out of the way, making friend's and being sure to thank the serving girls who took on Draykon's father for her. She did extra chores, hiding when the new king and the father walked by, peeking out after they'd passed. There was almost always a scantily clad serving girl or two on his heels, trying to please him to keep him off of Brenna. She was rather grateful for the women's service.

Brenna never slept in Draykon's room. It was the first place his father would think of to look for her. She curled up in the darkest corners of the tower, her limber neko form able to get into the tightest places. She ate early in the morning after she came back from Draykon, and late at night before she left. She slept very little, too afraid to sleep long, and having too many duties.

When the king finally left, Brenna knew she was in trouble. She was in the library when she heard her Master's voice drifting down the halls. In a panic, the girl scrambled out, running up the stairs lightly so as not to make noise, and up onto the roof, hoping he wouldn't find her. She hid in one of the archer pedestals on the roof, her small body folding into small contortions. She sealed her eyes shut and prayed he wouldn't find her. It was getting near time for her to leave for Draykon again. If she didn't come in time, he would know something had happened. She was sure he'd come back before she thought he was ready if he thought something was wrong.
 
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