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I don’t have time to think much on what a sonnet might be, because the other girls are listing their various talents.
My stomach drops as painting, dancing, the playing of various instruments, and more fill the air, the girls each trying to outdo each other on just how refined they are.
When it’s my turn, the elves look at me expectantly.
“I...” I want to run from the room. My skin flushes with flustered embarrassment. “I can... I make clothes?”
There is a short silence before many of the noble elves burst into laughter.
The turd glowers at me.
I feel desperate. “I can-I can learn whatever you see fit to teach me. I’ll learn whatever you want. I’lldowhatever you want.”
Gods, they won’t take away what they paid for me and throw me out into the street now, will they?
My eyes seek out the handsome elf’s once more.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” I whisper.
4
CARMICHAEL
Whatever you want...
Her words fall through the air like a siren’s song around me. Her voice weaves a spell like music to my sensitive ears. Outwardly I remain impassive, but within, I am a riot.
She looks at me- her gaze is enrapturing. This human slave presumes to meet my gaze, like an equal, while these sycophant nobles around us show proper benevolence. Even the establishment’s simple veils cannot disguise her true beauty, and the lack of deference she shows only reveals a tempting innocence.
I have known the thrill of a lover’s touch, and the call of a glorious victory, but never have I experienced the inspiration that comes from witnessing true beauty. This helpless, pleading slave was even more bewitching than some of the higher ranked nobles I have taken to my bed before.
I stare at this pathetic human, and my only instinct is to reach out to her. Despite being seated, I feel something in me reorient. It seems to pull towards her as if we were both embedded with magnets, polarized towards meeting.
No. I am Duke Carmichael Vatoris, second only to the King. I will not fall prey to my lust like some inexperienced novice; I will maintain control.
But oh, it is an arduous task. Her bright eyes glitter with uncertainty, but I will not be drawn in by her begging form. Women of higher rank and more experience had attempted to curry various favors from me in the past- and if they couldn’t succeed, then I won’t be tempted by a mere human virgin.
The rest of the duchy seated alongside me on the dais continue to watch the scene play out, like some debauched theater. There is light conversation, and I feign an impassive interest, all while discreetly continuing to watch the frightened beauty, bound by silks. Secretly, I can feel a twisted curiosity stirring within me, as I wonder how this fresh-faced ingenue will react to the night’s proceedings.
Will this angel cower? Will she panic, and try to run in terror? I suspect there might be a hidden strength to this little slave- will she fight?
Will she beg?
As I continue to watch her, my thoughts run amok, fueled by her reluctant adherence. There was also something deeper, something transmuting inside me, that was stirring long-buried memories of compassion. This is not the time, nor place for such thoughts, so I set them aside and refocus on the nervous, yet enchanting creature before me.
“Do anything we want, you say?” a snide voice mocked nearby, shattering the spell of her eyes. The one who spoke was a merchant of the k’sheng class, recently promoted, and greedy. He leered at the terrified maiden, along with several others, open lust darkening their eyes.
A few snicker malevolently, while others chose to grasp at the extra slaves that had been brought in. A few begin to descend upon the human that has enraptured me, like glinting shadows. She glances back toward me, desperation sparking in her eyes, adding to their luminosity.
Red tinges my vision as I feel my restraint slipping, and I have to physically check myself to remain seated. More women were now being pulled down and contorted, as these petty nobles decide to teach my angel the lessons she would begin learning as a slave, this evening at Eris House.
A scene like this, watching elves let their magic and their lust override their reason, can inflame the blood of any who bear witness. The connection we elves share with the wellspring of Magic can be overpowering. In order to maintain balance, we must exorcize the onslaught of passions and emotions we experience, lest the arcane will consume us, and we are driven insane.
Hence, the necessity of nights like this. The Khuzuth class, such as myself and the Dukes around me, are instilled with an incredible sense of self-control, trained since birth. For lesser nobles, who rely on men like myself for resources, influence, and prestige- they require a more direct release as an outlet for their aggression.
We Dark Elves have endured as a race and a culture for centuries, creating a mighty civilization in the harshest of environments. This is entirely because we continue to follow our traditions; because we use others to maintain the delicate balance of emotion, intelligence, and the arcane that resides within us.
