Chapter Three
Cora couldn’t believe she had moved past her near death experience and had gone out as far as the Great Forest Lake with the prince almost every morning since that day. Tamora had taken exceptionally well to the subtle movements of her knees, and the gentle taps on her scales that told her where Cora meant to go. Madam Zinda had seemed to make it a priority to meet them at the Tower every time they returned and made such a fuss of Cora, that it now became a joke within the prince’s wing. As a unit, there was a degree of camaraderie amongst the prince’s people that was unheard of in the rest of the castle, where politics and collusion made factions everywhere. And they accepted her easily, bringing her into their jokes, sharing their laughter with her, offering their teaching and their time, as though she’d always been there. While she’d spent her two years as a page trying to prove herself amongst her class, the prince’s people seemed to take her skill as a matter of course, whether because they trusted the prince for not choosing a terrible squire, or because they trusted Sir Geralt’s training. Whatever the cause, it was a welcome change living in the prince’s quarters.
They had been flying out for about two months and a half, the terrifying trip over the lake largely past them and Cora had gained some grudging respect for the prince. He rode his dragon as though the beast was an extension of his body. He explained things in a way that made it clear he understood completely the biology of the topic. From using air-currents to fine-tuning mapping of an amorphous area. Over the nearly ten weeks he’d cuffed Cora’s ear once, for not paying attention while he explained diving off your dragon and letting the mount catch you. But he was surprisingly quite nice; he’d outfitted her in the highest quality armor, and she had only to mention something before it was purchased and available in her suite. He was patient in his teaching – usually – and was never stingy with praise.
It was around the first day of Spring that they went beyond the Great Lake and started to enter the sandy beaches of the Southern world. They hovered just at the edge of the Cold Forest and looked past the oasis that that the first Southern city, Lo Khanin.
“We will plan to head over there tomorrow,” Theodore was saying, his eyes narrowed, as though he could see past the city beyond the southern border. “It will be a week of traveling before we reach Ei Dhan.”
“Philip gave me the rooms we have arranged for the week,” Cora confirmed, having gotten on such comfortable terms with Sir Philip that they’d abandoned all formality. It was also to Philip, one night after too much rice wine, that she’d confided the crush she had on the prince, after so many hours in his presence. It had certainly been an awkward revelation, and she had fully expected Philip’s laughter, because it was probably the thing he heard most about the prince. A stupid girl’s unrequited crush.
But he’d looked at her strangely, and asked, in a too serious tone, “Do you really?”
She’d let out a nervous laugh and taken a large swig from her glass. “I think so,” she confessed under her breath.
“What an interesting turn of events,” Philip had said, and then took a long drink. He stood after that, and given her his usual quick bow, before heading to his quarters. Cora had not brought it up the next day, and neither had he. So, she took it to mean that they were pretending the conversation had not happened.
“You speak Ghalic?” the prince asked, recalling her to the present. It was a common Southern language that most southerners spoke, if in sometimes different dialects. But as a common tongue, it made commerce and travel much easier.
“Yes, fairly well, and in two different accents and three dialects,” she confirmed, with a bit of smugness. He looked over at her and chuckled, as he often did when she started bragging about something. He didn’t care, he’d told her; she was the best, because he’d picked her, and of course the crown prince’s squire was the best. It was very round-about logic, but it made it impossible for her to self-deprecate, because then she was apparently implying that the crown prince had made a poor choice. Which, of course, was impossible.
“Good, we will need to blend in, to some degree before we reach Ei Dhan, and our entourage, no matter how spread out, will already have the city on alert.”
“Why can’t we just show up as is? The southerners will know who we are anyway.” She asked, circling him and Veres, his dragon, who she’d come to know in the last two months as a formidable beast.
Prince Theodore chuckled, urging Veres upward away from Tamora’s tightening radius. Tamora was enjoying the game and followed the black dragon eagerly.
“A race, Cora? You win, I answer your question.”
“My question?” But he’d already kicked Veres into attention and was plowing through the clouds. Fuck. Cora squeezed at Tamora’s sides and bent her body to the dragon’s back, their signal now, for speed. Tamora was already moving, her head lowered, her wings straight and tight. In a fair race, Cora was sure Tamora could take Veres, but with a head-start, it was impossible to overtake them, and for a moment Cora contemplated taking the dive from Tamora’s body that would have meant she hit the ground before Theodore. Deciding it wasn’t worth it, she landed seconds after him with a curse. She would learn the answer to that question very soon, she just needed to be persistent and attentive.
XX
The next day, they made the journey to Lo Khanin, arriving at the house, Paradise Nest, where they had reserved rooms at just after noon. They took a late lunch, and the prince’s people slowly filled the surrounding rooms and buildings over the course of the day. It was a bustling city usually, so even an unusually large number of foreigners did not really raise a brow. Sir Philip, who was monitoring the portables, confirmed the last soldier at about seven-thirty in the evening. Three parties of two would be arriving tomorrow, throughout the day and would monitor each city they left for anyone following them. The city of Lo Khanin was infiltrated without much fanfare, and several of the men took the night to explore the city. It was somewhere close to ten o’clock that night, when Philip arrived at her door.
“Philip…good evening?” They’d had an early dinner in the prince’s rooms, and then dispersed into their adjoining suites.
“Hello Cora…I…er hesitate to share this, but I rather think you’ll both thank me.”
“Huh?”
“If you are not prepared for bed, there is a place I could take you. There is a person currently there who you may meet under very different circumstances.”
“I don’t understand…what you’re saying…” She gave him a quizzical look.
“The person we spoke of, a week ago?” Sir Philip’s pointed question gave Cora pause, and she racked her brain for someone they had spoken of in the last week. Theodore entered her mind many times, but she dismissed him as being an impossible answer.
“Cora, this cannot be so difficult a mystery, surely?!” He asked, exasperation creeping into his voice.
“You don’t mean…?” She raised a brow and her hands to indicate a large person.
“Indeed, that is who I mean.”
“Are you…are you sure? What do you mean?”
“Do you want to meet him, Cora, under different circumstances from your norm?”
“Different…good?” She asked for confirmation.
“Different good.”
“Yes…I mean, yes!” She felt her breaths come rapidly as the possibility of meeting Theodore as a man who was not her knight commander, settled in her mind.
“All right. You’ll need a mask.”
XX
Glass Palace was the name Sir Philip had given the glittering house, that seemed like a crystal castle in the night. At the entrance, a large man, whose red turban and loose trousers told them he was a local, checked identification and led guests into an anteroom where their portables were scanned to submit a ‘waiver of liability.’ Cora went through many excuses for why this might be a terrible idea, but in the end, had been unable to resist the temptation of seeing the prince, without the barriers that now kept her from expressing how she’d grown to feel. Except… When Philip had explained what sort of establishment the Glass Palace was, Cora had needed to sit down. In addition to her not knowing that such places existed, she had never imagined it would be a place the prince would frequent.
In retrospect, the sort of man who knew his way around a spanking would obviously find pleasure in a house completely dedicated to every variation of that sort of enjoyment. And that would have been a deterrent if she hadn’t spent the last two months reliving the moment when he’d pulled down her trousers and exposed her bare bottom to his gaze. She had squirmed in bed, thinking of how he’d held her pinned to the bed, applying the flat of the hairbrush across her cheeks, again and again. A pleasure wand she’d secretly purchased at a store in Cape Aston, sometimes in that wet place between her legs, and sometimes, tickling the tiny hole between her cheeks. In every scene, Theodore was there, fresh in her mind, dominating her body. Tonight, she could create more scenes, more material for the explosive feelings her naughty play engendered. The Gold Room was the one Philip had said she should ask for, and none other. Two guards stood on either side of the door; tall, muscled, local women, armed with short-swords and stinger-rods.
Cora stood outside the door in the only dress she owned, the one her mother had brow-beaten her into purchasing, before she left for Glen Falls. Araminta Ei Dhan had been sure that seeing herself in the finery of a debutante gown would convince Cora of the folly of stepping away from that world. On a whim, Cora had packed the dress with her, as a reminder of what she’d left behind. Now, she was only happy the dress still fit her. It was in sprigged muslin, dyed a periwinkle blue, with a lace corset that settled in a bow below her chest. She had felt herself flush at the appraising look one of the attendants had given her upon her entry, before giving her a demi mask in a similar blue to replace the black one she wore. He wrote something on a card and handed it to her. It was sort of a dance card she realized, turning it over, where she could mark arrangements or engagements for the night. At the top, the attendant had also given her a moniker, which she hadn’t thought to question: The Innocent.
He had winked at her, before standing aside to allow her entrance into the main rooms. Cora nodded, feeling slightly awkward. Had he given her a theme for the night? It was certainly true, for she had no experience with this sort of thing. Someone tapped on her shoulder, and she turned to face a tall, exquisitely beautiful woman, with raven curls, hazel eyes and shimmering bronze skin. Cora swallowed, feeling her mouth fall open. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more stunning human.
“Excuse me?” Cora asked tentatively.
“Are you available tonight, little lamb?”
“Am I what?” She didn’t get to answer before the beauty plucked her card from her fingers.
“Empty? We must rectify that.”
“Wait!” She stayed the hand that was about to pencil something into the card space. “I’m…um…I’m here for the Gold Room? Sorry, I should have said that…” She hesitantly snagged her card before anything was written.
“The Gold Room?” The woman seemed surprised. “Are you only playing an innocent then?”
“I…I’m not…no.”
“And you know the rules of that room?” She raised a brow, her eyes narrowed through her silver mask. She stared at Cora in a way that made her glad she could not possibly be recognized here. She nodded quickly, which was what Philip had told her to do if anyone asked about the rules of the Gold Room. Of course, he had not had time to explain what those rules actually were. He had had time to bring her here and then leave for another engagement. Now, she was only glad she knew to say yes to that question, because the beauty, although still appearing skeptical, nodded.
“Come with me.” She started walking away and Cora followed, hoping this was the right thing to do. They crossed the main hall, and a sort of stage where groups of patrons were engaged in play, and a dining area where a bar offered drinks of all kinds. Non-alcoholic, a sign stated, which made sense considering the trust required for these kinds of games. Past the bar and down a spiral staircase, they reached a short corridor.
“The Gold Room is down this hall, there will be two guards waiting, and you can hand them your card.”
“Thank you!” Cora meant it.
“If…if you don’t get in… I’ll be upstairs,” the woman added, giving her a small smile. “Ask the bartender for Terra if you can’t find me. Good luck.” With that, she left. If she didn’t get in? There was a chance she could be refused? Philip hadn’t told her that… It cost fifty gold credits to get in here, a little over three times her monthly allowance as a squire, this better not have been a waste of time. She shook the thought away and started forward.
Standing outside the door, she faced the two guards, who observed her in silence. Was she supposed to say something?
“I…I was hoping to go in?” Cora started, holding out her card.
“They all are, little girl.” One of them commented, while the other laughed. Not a great start.
“Why are you here?” The funny one asked.
“I…I…” Fuck. Philip had just told her to go to the Gold Room, not what to say to get in there. And she was fairly certain that announcing that she was looking for the Northern Crown Prince was not the way to go.
“You what?”
“I came here, to meet…him…” She mumbled…wondering if the prince had a code name or something. Thanks Philip.
“To meet…him?” The one who had laughed asked. She put some emphasis on the pronoun, that made it seem particularly significant.
“Yes…to meet him.” She bit her lower lip against any more nonsense, since this seemed to be getting her somewhere. The woman looked at her colleague and they exchanged a speaking glance that Cora tried to understand.
“Your card?” The woman nodded toward the object, holding out a hand. Cora surrendered it and watched her turn it over with a smirk.
“The Innocent? A new angle.” She spun around and tapped an Access Bar on the door, which slid open, and disappeared into the room. The remaining woman looked bored and even stretched her neck while they waited. What would happen now? Would she be rejected at the door? What could have gained her immediate access? Maybe she should have written Gold Room on her card? For some reason, that didn’t seem right. After what seemed like an eternity, the other woman returned, and held out her card. She also stood aside and beckoned Cora forward.
“I can go in?”
“This way, please, he’s waiting.” He’s waiting? She experienced panic; could she do this if he knew? If she knew that he knew? “Hurry, please, we need to shut the door.” Cora mumbled an apology and entered. The door closed quickly, and the space was briefly dark, before a glow from above lit the entrance in a golden glow. The woman started forward and Cora followed as they went through a short hallway before reaching another door.
“Only you go in, from here.” The woman smiled, a tight closed-lipped sort of smile, before tapping open the door. She gave Cora a not-ungentle push into the room. The door shut behind her and Cora took in the Gold Room.
The walls were smooth, almost as though they were covered in black leather, and torches lit with dancing gold flames lit up the room. Stairs led to the center of the room, theater style, where there was a conspicuous empty space. There were stairs also leading up to the opposite side of the room, from where she stood. On that side, there were chairs, presumably to view whatever took place in the center. On that side, sat the occupants of the room, about six people, in various states of dress, all lounging, at ease.
“Is this the next bit of entertainment, Alo?” A woman asked, looking toward the man who sat in the center. The prince. Cora felt a gasp choke her.
Even with the mask, there was no mistaking that imposing figure, no hiding those flashing blue eyes, no disguising that golden hair that fell to his shoulders, and no ignoring that teasing smile. He crooked a finger, beckoning her forward. Cora swallowed and took tentative steps down the stairs, until she stood in the center of the room.
“What is your name?” The prince spoke, tilting his head as though trying to see something beyond her. She cleared her throat, twisting the strings of her purse, trying to decide how to answer.
“The Innocent?” She was practically whispering and could barely hear herself above the crackle of the flames around them. Surprisingly, it was cool in the room, not as blazing hot as all those torches should have made it. Her answer was apparently amusing to the crowd as loud laughter followed it. She felt herself flush and couldn’t believe she was putting herself through this situation. Theodore’s smile widened, and he turned a finger in the air in her direction. Turn around? Leave? She felt her throat tighten. Did he somehow know it was her? Was this his answer to her pathetic attempt to see him outside of training?
“Oh, don’t cry, pet, give us a twirl,” someone said, one of the men, Cora noted. Ohhh. She swallowed again, and gave a hasty twirl, dabbing at her eyes quickly. When she was facing them again, Theodore’s expression was more serious, and he’d sat up in his chair. The change in his position seemed to affect the room, as the others slowly rearranged themselves to be a little less relaxed.
“Sans, I think you will all need to find some other entertainment tonight,” Theodore was saying, his expression increasingly more intent.
“Alo…” One of the women started to protest but stopped when Theo turned to her, with a look that even from Cora’s distance felt cold. With some murmurs, the room was suddenly empty save for Theodore and Cora. In her head, she thought immediately that he must know and was about to expose her. She was chewing at her lip, trying to think of an excuse for why she would come here, when he would inevitably ask.
“Stop that.” The stern tone, so familiar, and somehow darker now, made her jump. “Or I’ll have to find something to do with your mouth.”
“Sorry!” She bit her lip again and hurriedly released it. Ugh, all her habits were coming out. He ignored that, it seemed.
“Do you understand the rules of this room?”
“Er…” She wanted to say yes, but this would be her last chance to find out what they were.
“In this room, you do not tell me ‘no.’ You do exactly what I say, without complaint, without delay. If there is something you don’t know how to do, you will tell me. I am happy to explain exactly what I want; your part is to try. If there is something you are uncomfortable with, you may tell me. That doesn’t mean we won’t do it, only that I want to know what your limits are. If I tell you to do something, and you fail to obey, I will punish you.” He leaned further forward, taking a glass from his right and sipping on the liquid. His words were sending bolts of lust through her core and Cora found it difficult not moaning out loud. As though he could sense her emotional state, he smiled, a flash of white teeth.
“I will touch you in places and in ways you may be unfamiliar with. I will not mark you, but I will hurt you,” he continued, sitting back now, the glass by his lips, the gentle clink of ice interspersing his words. “If you accept these rules, you may stay. If not, turn around.” I started at the abrupt ending. In this room, you do not tell me no. I would be completely at his mercy.
“I accept.”
“Good girl.” He placed the glass on the table beside him. “Take off the dress.”