Tales from the Three Kingdoms : Galatia

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Galatia

     Galatia was born in the Northlands. She had soft pale skin, and the grey eyes that gave away her nationality. Only Northlanders had grey eyes. She grew up in a cold and rough environment. Women were property. Galatia was sold as a slave because when she was younger, she got ill, and as a result, it was harder for her to have children. No one would want her as a concubine or wife. She was just another mouth to feed.

     She was seven when she was sold into slavery. Because she was a slave and small for her size, she spent a lot of time get shoved around and teased by other slave kids, especially her master’s sons, who enjoyed slapping her around and making her life miserable.

     She absorbed anything she heard, read, or saw like a sponge. The Master’s tutor saw a student willing to learn. The boys did not care, much, neither did their father. He was typical Northmen. Warrior, and the other things, associated with being a good Northmen could be taught by life experience. The boys just needed to learn basic math and reading. The tutor was there by mother’s request.

     The mistress of the house had a soft spot for Galatia. She saw a girl who could be somebody, if given the chance. The males of the house were gone for most of the day, and that left the Mistress of the house to run things as she saw fit. Galatia spent half of her time with the tutor and the other half doing chores and other work around the house.

     With puberty comes change, but with Galatia is something more. The three kingdoms were not the only one’s given gifts. There is a legend of a woman who left her father after he arranged for her to marry. She got lost in the snow searching for her love. A female snow cat pitied her and gave her a gift.                   She would have the aspects of a snow cat. Strength, fangs: longer sharper canines, nails like claws, swift, warmer body temp than other Northlanders, a touch of silver in the eyes: night vision, and heightened senses, silent walk. A bit like the gift of the Viper, but this did not just leave eye changes, like Viperion golden eyes, faint black tiger stripes under the skin, and like all animal gifts, the inner instincts of that animal.

     These changes that made life for Galatia worse. She now was more of an outsider. Northmen hated this gift. It met that women could be powerful. For others, she was just feared. As if she was going to tear them from limb to limb for looking at her wrong. The boys now made it a challenge to make Galatia miserable.

     When she started to blossom, that just got her noticed even more. The lean muscle, the curves, her noticeable chest. The abuse just got crueler, and darker and the collar she now had to wear, made sure she could not do much but tolerate it. The collar caused intense pain. All it took was a push of a button. The only thing that her culture did to protect women free or slave, was that no woman could lose her womanhood, till she turned eighteen. But there are other ways to make a woman hate men.

     She was sixteen, when a traveling slave merchant saw something in her. The brief eye contact as she served him dinner, told him a lot. His friend, her former tutor was right. He could see the intelligence in her eyes, the curiosity, hidden behind fear. He was not going to let them break her. He bought her.

     It was a month before Galatia would be sold at auction at Ghostia, the capital of Ghoston. In that time, she was still the outcast. The only male that she let get near her by choice was a Ranger, from Woodstin, who had been a prisoner of the Border Wars. He had dealt with women like her, one too many times. He knew how to gain her trust, and he understood her Cat, which made it a bit easier. Archer had always been good with animals, even predators. He could also tell that Galatia, had a kind man or two come along in her life now and then. It was not a pure hate of men, just more of a distrust and some fear of those who she didn’t know. The slave trader left them together.

     Falcon was added to the slave group at the last stop before they would reach the Slave Quarter. Galatia’s inner cat recognized the predator in the Viperion.  Her curiosity was sated when he stood up against a couple of the guards getting a little too friendly with some of the female slaves. He and Archer fought the guards. Once the truth got told, those guards were not allowed near the slaves anymore. Galatia allowed Falcon into her life. It would be a bit later, when she would realize that she was listening to her inner cat and creating a Pride of her own.

     The day of auction arrived. It would not be till evening, but all the slaves were to be cleaned up, from head to toe. First, was exfoliation with a scrub brush and sugar and oil mixture. Next, hair was washed. Skin was washed. Besides eyebrows, and head hair, and light body hair like on the arms, all hair was shaved off. Hair was trimmed or cut as needed. Galatia’s hair went all the way to just the top of her rear. It was shortened to half that. Nails were trimmed, finger and toe as needed. Light makeup was added to the female slaves. The last was the auction outfit. For men, it was just the leather jock like strap. For women, it started as a light tan leather collar that wrapped around the neck. In the middle of that collar, front and back, was a vertical strip that stopped at the top of the horizontal strip that wrapped around and barely covered the breasts. From there, two more vertical strips that stopped above the piece of leather that just covered the female region.

     Little did Galatia know but the slave Trader had connections. He made sure that she would never be a Pleasure Girl. He knew that would break her, even if she had, had a different childhood. He also arranged for Falcon and Archer to be bought by the same person. The person was a Mistress of a Pleasure House and Inn, Temptations. She would use the men as guards and as for Galatia she had a few ideas.

***

     Galatia’s former mistress had taught her the skills and knowledge of a healer. She had a knack for remembering everything she learned. Mistress Landson had a healer on her staff, and he could use an apprentice, so she would start Galatia with him and see where that went.

     It was good fit. A bit of a challenge at first. Feeling each other out. Soon though the two started becoming friends, and he had become the confidant she needed. He helped her deal with the demons of her past. Got her comfortable enough to be open with Archer and Falcon. Became like an uncle to her.

     A few years passed. Though Galatia’s past would always haunt her, she had begun to blossom into a more confident and beautiful woman. Like others that had been given her gift, a few days after her eighteenth birthday she went into Cat heat. The first time left her tired, and a lot more interesting in males, but in a way a snow cat would assess potential mates. The next time would be easier to handle and she wouldn’t be as tired, or awnry.

     A month passed and Kinden, the healer, thought it was now the perfect time for Galatia to take the next step, face her fear directly on. The perfect opportunity presented itself. A group of male slaves needed to be examined and have their house files put together. Though the slaves would be examined to some extent, the house files held a lot of detail. These slaves were to be looked at as possible Consorts.     

     Slaves came in and out of Temptations regularly. Ms. Landson owned six other pleasure houses, seven saloons, and two boarding inns. These businesses were run by former pleasure slaves. Mistress Landson, allowed her pleasure slaves to be credited for their clients, they could take tips, and buy their freedom by paying back their sell price and one percent of that. As for house slaves, they were credited the day wage for what work they did, could earn extra money on the side, and had to just pay back their sell price. Not a lot of Mistresses did this.

     There were always two guards present when the healer checked slaves. Kinden told Galatia where he headed. She agreed to it, but on the condition that Archer and Falcon were the attending guards. Kinden agreed and Mistress Landson thought it was good idea, that she had people she trusted there with her.

     “You can still back out.” Kinden said as they headed toward the holding wing.

     “I could but running away isn’t fixing anything. If I cannot handle it, then I’ll leave and face it again sometime soon.”

     “I had to give an out option.”

     “I know. It is my choice. You are not pressuring or forcing this decision. If anyone is influencing it, it’s my inner feline.” Galatia took a deep breath. Falcon would enter first, then Archer, The healer, and her.

     Eight men, who for the moment were naked except for the loin cloths they wore. Eventually those would come off. Galatia scanned the faces and her to her surprise locked eyes with a familiar Northlander. Kinden was sorting out the instruments and paper files, on a nearby table. Archer and Falcon caught the look, and Archer nudged Kinden.

     “Going to introduce us.” Kinden said as he stepped toward Galatia. She broke eye contact with him.

     “That’s Leo. My Lion.” When Galatia was twelve her mistress had acquired a boy slave. Northman slaves were acquired from tribal wars. That is how Leo ended up meeting Galatia. He had also taken a lot of beatings to keep the boys from tormenting her. He was sold a few days before Galatia was.

     “Archer grab Red and get Mistress Landson.” Mistress Landson arrived and Kinden filled her in.

     “I could use another guard for the house.” Galatia lit up with a smile.

     “It’s worth it to see that smile and sparkle in Galatia’s eyes. Come on Leo. I’ll get you settled in.” Leo followed Mistress Landson and lightly touched Galatia’s hand on his way out. His way of saying hello.

     After Kinden set things out, he made sure Galatia still wanted to go on.

     “Female healers do this all the time. I can too.” Galatia whispered to Kinden.

     “Alright. Last chance.”  He said in kind. She shook her head. He indicated that she had the go ahead to take control.

     “Any one of you gentleman give me any problem, I will not hesitate in defending myself. If I must, you will wish that the Viperion had dealt with you.” She pulled just enough of her inner feline to the surface to make her point. The men who knew her, hid their smiles well. She really had come a long way.

     “When I call for you, you will stand behind that line. Remove your loin cloth and follow my instructions.” Kinden would do the skin examination, checking for scars, fresh injuries, etc. A male always did that with males, and a female for female slaves. It was easy enough to train someone on what to look for. A healer was not needed.

     Galatia would record height, weight, hair color, eye color, nationality/ blood lines if mixed, clothing and shoe size, and even manly organ size, and girth. Measured by a ring that the slave would put on. The files also contained intelligence level, background of education, personality, and the like.

     Galatia made it through with her confidence intact, and her head held high. It would be a while before her next male issue would arrive. As for Leo, Falcon and Archer had no problem accepting him into the pride.

***

     It took Galatia seven years to buy her freedom. Except for Leo, Falcon, and Archer had also bought their freedom and continued to work for Mistress Landson. Extra money was put in an account in hopes of buying a small house. For now, rented their room and paid for what they needed, since they were no longer slaves.

     Mistress Landson stood in the doorway of Galatia’s room. Galatia was seated by the small vanity and mirror braiding her long hair. She kept it long, just stopping above her rear end. In the summer, she cut off, leaving it chin length. It felt too strange to cut it shorter. She had to feel feminine.

     “I have a favor to ask.” Galatia finished tying the end of her braid and turned around to face the doorway.

     “What do you need?” Galatia owed this woman her life and freedom. She knew whatever she was wanting would not be illegal.

     “Since it’s the Traders Gathering, there is going to be a public slave auction…” Auctions were usually open only to certain businesses and the very wealthy. But when the annual Traders Gathering, there was a public auction on slaves. A lot of people would flock from all over, to this event, and a public auction allowed the space and fairness to all who came and could afford to bid.

     “I can’t go and there has been rumors of a few children for sale. If there is, I need you to do what you can to buy them. Here’s my limit.” She handed Galatia a piece of folded paper.

     “Account limit and seal to allow you as my proxy. I would ask Kinden but he’s visiting his new Granddaughter.”

     “I can handle it. I will take Archer with me. I noticed the paper has limits for two females and four males.”

     “Desires and Secrets both need slaves. Take Leo and Sly with you. Sly can help you when looking through the files. At least one woman needs to be Pleasure material. Two of the men, Consort material. Otherwise, be flexible.”

     “Find someone who needs a break, like me.” She smiled.

     “I’ll send Sly to get you for the auction. You should have time to deliver your medications.” Galatia had a knack for making healer brews. In fact, other healers would request mixtures from her, and would pay well for them too.

     The time for the auction arrived and a couple of hours were given to peruse information files and check out the slaves. Galatia attracted a lot of notice. Being a Northman would not really turn heads, since those who were given the Phantom gift had pale skin and one had to see the eyes to see they were not blue but grey. Being marked by the Cat tended to turn heads, especially from those who were not from around the area. Galatia focused on her task and ignored the stares. She never would get used to it, but being what she was, she really did not have a choice.

     The auction began. Galatia was able to acquire three children. Two boys and a girl. Two females, and four males. Three were consort material, and both women would have been Pleasure House material. The man that wasn’t Consort material, was from the mountain’s region. A lot of their men were seen to be too rough. Galatia had meant several mountain men and knew that most were rough around the edges but kind and gentle hearted. It would be an hour or two before the slaves would be collared and delivered to the House. Sly, would stay and handle the paperwork and accompany the slaves later.

     Leo, Archer and Galatia headed to the market to get some clothes for the children and other items they would need. The house was stocked with different sized adult togas, usually sizing was not too much of an issue, considering how simple the wrap around toga was.

     Galatia had planned for a coach, so they could transport the several boxes of clothes and supplies. It was the sound in the nearby alley way that caught her attention. Archer stayed with the merchandise and Leo followed Galatia around the corner.

     A group of kids were teasing and picking on another small child. The commotion got louder and had drawn someone else’s attention.

     “Hey. Go home, now.” Galatia let enough of Cat to come to the surface and the menace in her voice set the kids running. As the dust cleared, a small boy sat on the ground. Cat’s protective side came out, more so when she saw the smaller girl he was protecting. The boy looked defiant.

     “I’m Galatia. This is Leo. It is okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” She carefully kneeled and took her medical bag off her left shoulder.

     “Let me look at your arm.” The boy’s arm was bleeding. Cat’s hair raised on end. Leo caught Galatia’s change in posture and prepared for ambush. Three men swung around the corner. The boy grabbed his sister by the arm and ran to the end of the alleyway. Leo, flanked Galatia’s left side. She pushed the medical bag behind her. Cat fully came out.

     “The children are mine.” A gruff voice said. Another silent shadow appeared behind the men. Three heartbeats, behind the men, Phantoms. Cat knew they were there. She could hear sounds up to a mile away. There light breathing and heartbeat made Cat notice them.

     “Really. I know they are not your children by blood anyway. Your accent tells me your one of the nomadic tribes of the desert as well as your skin and eye color. If they are your slaves, show me the proof of ownership. Law here requires you to have on your person at all times.” He just looked annoyed. The shadows were moving in.

     “I’m betting you grabbed a couple of street rats or orphans and had plans to sell them illegally for a tidy profit.” He charged toward her. Two of the shadows had knocked out the other men. Leo moved swiftly to garb the med bag and stand in front of the kids. Galatia, stepped to the side, and put out her foot. The big oaf tripped and landed face first in the dirt.

     Galatia swiftly moved and put her foot on the back of his neck. The third shadow had now materialized. At least they made sure to have loin cloths on before they materialized.

     “Emotion is a weakness in a fight. Clouds your judgement. Clear head means good chance of winning and surviving.” Galatia took a deep breath and let it out.

     “One of my men can handle him now.” A male voice said next to her. She removed her foot, and the oaf had managed to loosen one of his arms, and he grabbed her foot as soon as his neck was free. Cat’s reflexes took over. She smacked him in the face with her free foot, and he let go. Galatia, almost fell, on her rear but a hand grabbed her and stopped her fall.

     Galatia, nearly panicked. The man let go, and Leo gently grabbed her from behind, and she took in his scent. He calmed her down.

     “I apologize. I didn’t know.” He had seen the signs of physical abuse before.

     “She’ll be fine in a minute. You just surprised her.” Leo said that looked in the direction of the kids.

     “It’s them I’m worried about.” Leo said as Galatia wiggled just enough in his arms to indicate she was alright.

     The three men were now being towed away and no one could get the two kids to come out of hiding. Galatia sent Leo to get Archer. Galatia stayed in the alley with the Phantom.

     “Since when does a Prince help out strangers?” Galatia then slightly bowed. She was in pants.

     “I knew someone would eventually comment on that. Greyson.”

     “Galatia, and about earlier, thank you for breaking my fall.”

     “Not a problem. The Cat gift is really different from the others.” Archer and Leo returned.

     “Give me a while. Leo filled me in. I will tend to his arm. It’s better if you disappear for a bit and I don’t mean literally, Prince.” Archer bowed.

     “Greyson, please. No protocol please.” Leo, Archer and Galatia smiled.

     “We’re going Archer. Come get us when you’re ready.” Galatia said. She, Leo, and Greyson headed around the corner.

     Leo went to accompany the merchandise back to the house, and Greyson and Galatia spent about an hour getting to know each other a bit better. Archer got the children to come out and after a call to Mistress Landson, they made arrangements for the children to stay at Temptations with Archer until the truth about the kids could be determine.

     Galatia felt different about Greyson. But she was not going to be a fool and hope for a white knight to come and whisk her away. She knew better, and she also knew the likelihood of her being Queen material was virtually nil.

***

     Little did Galatia know but Greyson had been friends with Falcon when he was a Duke in Viperion. All Viperion with the gift of the viper are noble. Duke had worked with Greyson during the Border Wars in helping refugees and slaves escape and find new lives.

     Through Falcon, he got to know Leo and Archer better, and with their help, Galatia was about to have her world turned upside down whether she liked it or not.

     A month had passed before Galatia started receiving gifts. In the wild, Snow Cats would choose a mate, not just on their obvious physical traits that would ensure the next generation survived, but on the compatibility of the mate. How well did he know the female? Snow Cats were different than other pride or pack creatures. Certain characteristics were common, but each Cat had a personality of their own. Likes and dislikes. In order to win the female, a potential mate would learn all he could about her and leave her gifts. For example, if she preferred hare meat to elk, he would catch a rabbit for her.

     Galatia’s inner Cat knew what was going on and Galatia had her suspicions of who was leaving the gifts and who was helping him understand her a bit better. She just was not sure how to deal with it or prove it for that matter.

     The first gift was three books by her favorite authors, the newest editions she did not have. The next day was a collection of Northland seeds, a variety of medicinal, edible, and beautiful flowering types. It was hard to acquire these seeds. Northman usually did not trade with them. Merchants usually had to know what and how to collect the seeds that would sell. The third day was a collection of simple pots and gardening tools for the plant. Galatia had now figured out when the gifts arrived.

     On day four, Galatia made sure to be up early enough to hide and wait for the delivery. She sat on the edge of the roof and waited. She always liked being up high. Soon her target appeared and set down the box by the door. Galatia cleared her throat to catch the boy’s attention and jumped down off the roof.

     “Could you deliver a message to the person who set that?”

     “Yes, Miss.”

     “Tell him he has my attention and I will meet him.” Galatia tipped the delivery boy. He nodded his thanks. Galatia took the box inside and opened it.

     Inside was a beautiful folding fighting staff. It was ebony black. A note was sitting on top of it. Galatia opened the note. It was typed up:

    (I am sure you have figured out who I am by now. I thought you could use this the next time you decided to take on a man two times your size and weight. Not that you need it. A weapons trader had it, and I thought of you when I saw, looks delicate but deadly. Enjoy.)

     Galatia only had to wait till early afternoon for a messenger to arrive. She had just finished helping Mina, with the children’s science lesson. The two alley rats, and the three slave children helped around with certain chores, and Mistress Landson made sure they were getting a good education and one of the slave women Galatia, had bought had been a tutor for a while, so she was now in charge of the children.

     “That’s her.” Red said while pointing toward Galatia. The messenger approached and handed her a royal sealed envelope. Took the tip she offered and left.

     “So, what does it say?” Three seconds and Archer, Leo, Falcon, and several others had gathered around.

     “I’m not getting any privacy, am I?” Galatia asked.

     “Fine. Let me read it first then I’ll read it out loud.” More curious people gathered.

     “Do I need to wait for anyone else?” Silence.

     “I’d be honored if you would meet me at the café where we talked for lunch tomorrow. If you can’t meet me then, please let me know. Sincerely, Prince Greyson.” Galatia was the talk of the house for the rest of the day.

     She would ignore the gossip and focus on what she had planned and now needed to do for herself and her coming date. First on that list was to see Healer Kinden. It was time for Galatia to face another part of her past. Did the Snow Fever truly ruin her chances of motherhood?

     It took Healer Kinden just a few minutes to do the examination, and another moment, to get the results.

     “No sugar coating.” Galatia said while getting off the examination table.

     “I wouldn’t dare. Ok, your Cat side has changed a few things. You told me you have a higher pain tolerance. Women in general usually do, but you are not general. You have high pain threshold, and a thicker membrane that will cause your first mating to be a little more sensitive and painful, than a lot of other women.”

     “Hence the need for a high pain threshold.”

     “Right, and you will bleed a bit more, too.”

     “Great. Just when I couldn’t be any more gifted.”

     “Those changes may have given you a chance at motherhood. The fever did not cause any scarring. But your fertility level is lower than normal, and the Cat gift…”

     “Makes it impossible for me to have fertility treatments. Sorry, to interrupt.”

     “Right. But everything else is normal, so there is a slight chance, which is better than nothing. Right?”

     “Slight odds are better than no chance at all.”

     “Hey, if anyone can beat the odds it’s you. You’ve come a long way.” Kinden was right, she had grown a lot, and now she knew what she needed to do.

      After she left Kinden, she headed to Mistress Landson’s office.

     “Can I talk to you?” Galatia asked as she took a seat.

     “Of course. I have some free time.”

     “I suppose you heard the gossip?” She smiled.

     “I need some advice.”

     “On courting, or something else.” Galatia caught that knowing gleam in Mistress Landson’s eyes. One of more of her boys had been talking about her.

     “Which one can’t keep quiet?”

     “Don’t be mad at them. They care about you.”

     “I know, but sometimes…”

     “They drive you mad.” Galatia smiled; she could not help it.

     “I know Greyson’s father, and if he’s anything like his father, the Prince won’t let anyone deter him when it comes to matters of the heart. No man in that family line, let us their emotional rule, so he will balance logic with feeling. Good luck.”

     “Am I being too cautious, too scared?”

     “Now you’re sounding like a normal female who has no courting experience.”

     “You have a right to feel both. You are still growing up in a sense. Best piece of advice is lay all your cards out. Tell him why you do not want to pursue a relationship with him. Be honest, and open minded. Just sees what happens. Relax.”

     “Deal with what thing at a time?”

     “Absolutely. Now what are you planning to wear.” An hour later, she knew what she was wearing, how her hair would be done, and what little makeup would accent her already exotic beautiful face.

***

     The time for the date arrived. Prince Greyson was simply dressed in a simple tunic and pants, boots on his feet. Galatia was wearing a long skirt with a simple blouse with it. Her hair was loose and slightly curled. She also wore boots. Her eyes were brought out by a little eyeshadow and mascara. The only makeup she wore.

     After they ordered lunch, Galatia, decided to show her hand. Prince Greyson could tell she had something to say, so he left the floor open to her.

     “I’m flattered that you’re interested in pursuing a relationship with me, but I am not queen material, and I don’t want to deprive you of the opportunity of becoming high king.” In Ghostdom, if there was more than one child in the royal family, they were watched as they grew up and any one of the children, boy or girl, could be king or queen.

     “So, you want to end a courtship before it’s begun. If that is your only concern, we have not even reached the point of you meeting my parents. That is not enough to scare me away. You’ll have to do better.” A bit of challenge in his voice.  Cat surfaced just slightly. This male had stirred something more in Galatia, more than before. He was speaking not just to her, but to Cat also.

     “Alright. First off, I’m a Northlander.”

     “Queens don’t have to be Phantoms, even though so far they have been. My parents are open to any bloodline.”

     “I may not be able to ever have children.”

     “Adoption is acceptable to the royal family line. Three of my ancestors were adopted into royalty.”

     “I’m a healer who was a slave, and lives in a Pleasure House.”

     “A king and a queen were former slaves.”

     “I still deal with a dark and cruel past.”

     “Everyone has a past. What I see is a beautiful woman. Who is intelligent. Survivor. Fighter. Protector. Healer. Gentle. Well loved, and not just by your pride.” Galatia raised her eyebrows in question.

     “I know a lot of the people who work the Trader and Market Roads. Your talked about as being a kind and fair healer. When people cannot pay, you have them pay in installments, and make trades, like fish, or jewelry. Like the simple braided mental bracelet with a soft grey stone in the center, that you always wear. She told me not to hurt her little cub. I’ve heard stories, how you have stepped in to help others. People admire you.”

     “I had no idea.”

     “So, I’m not giving up. Let us come to an arrangement. We take things slow. See where they go, get to know each other better. No demands, no expectations.”

     “I think I can handle that.” So, Galatia took the first step in courting.

***

     They spent a lot of time together. Greyson made time to learn about Galatia, get to know her. A little over a year went by, and Greyson thought it was time to introduce Galatia to his parents. Dinner with them went well. She learned protocol easily. It was the personal time with Greyson’s mother that scared her.

     “I see you have won my son’s heart. I will admit at first, I was apprehensive about you. You have a bit of potential, though. People like you for the most part. You are intelligent. Learn fast. I have one question for you. To be fair, it is the same question, I have asked my other sons protentional wives. Take your time to answer if you need to. In figurative language, describe yourself.” Galatia took a cleansing breath. Silent for only a moment.

     “I’m a porcelain doll. I am covered in a lot of cracks. Adhesive, has helped make me stronger, but every now and then, weather, or a fall, and a crack appears. More adhesive, and I become tougher.” The Queen remained emotionless.

     “You may go. I know what I need to know.” Galatia bowed and left. Greyson met her and took her home.

***

     The announcement of the next High King was given during the Winter Celebration. Galatia, and Greyson had been courting for almost two years now, and Galatia knew he was her mate. She realized this when she finally opened about her past, leaving out nothing that she had gone through.

     In the Snow Cat world, the female chose the mate. Greyson had learned a lot of the Snow Cat gift. He would be patient. A week before the announcement, Galatia purposed to Greyson. She had a selection of his favorite meat sent to him.

     It was a few hours passed sunrise, and the occupants of Temptations were getting out of bed. Galatia had been up for a while. She couldn’t stay asleep. She went to perch on her favorite spot on the roof. She closed her eyes and felt the sun gently warm her face. The cool breeze tangling up her long hair. She shut out the world for a moment. She knew someone had approached. But the wind was carrying the scent away.

     “That is how I love to see you. Full balance of Cat and Woman.” Galatia lit up when she heard Greyson’s voice.

     “Do you think Cat would mind if you wore a ring. Because I love you and am honored to be chosen your mate.” Galatia jumped down and ran into Greyson’s arms. He swung her around, then kissed her, short but sweet. Galatia was still learning a lot about romance, and Greyson was patient. Letting her lead and learn.

     “A ring is fine.” He pulled out a small velvet box and opened it. Inside was simple ring with two intertwining braids. One was colored grey with a hint of silver, and the other blue.

     “I love it. It is perfect. A bit of me and you in it.” By now they had gathered a crowd. That evening an impromptu celebration of the engagement was done. Friends and those from town that knew Galatia as healer came. A more formal celebration would be held after the royal announcement.

***

     Time for the announcement arrived. Greyson’s mother had arranged for a dress to be made for Galatia. Since she was engaged to Greyson, she was to be in attendance for the announcement with the royal family.

     Greyson had four older brothers. They were tolerant of Galatia, but obvious did not like her, as did their fiancées or wives. Two were already married. Galatia did not let that bother her, she had learned that lesson long ago, not everyone will be your friend or like you. The best you can hope for is to be tolerated.

     The High King and Queen made their way to the front of the balcony.

     “Thank you for gathering here today. My wife and I both agree that it is time to formally begin the transition to the next generation. Though as our ancestors before us, my wife and I will still be there to advise our son when needed. After careful consideration, my wife and I have chosen our youngest, Greyson to become High King. Over the next few years, the transition for Greyson will be finalized. He has made his choice for Queen and it is a historic decision. I am proud to introduce Galatia.” Greyson escorted up to the front and they stood beside his parents.

     “I know a lot of you know of Galatia and her past. Her past is what has made her who she is. Yes, she is a Northlander, and marked by the Cat. She was not born here, or raised here, but she has made it home. She has made us her people. She will rise to be a good queen. Do not judge her for her past but by her present and future.” The king said over the cheers.

     “Tomorrow will mark the Celebration of the Coming King and his engagement to Galatia.” Long live the King and Queen rang out after the King was finished. Greyson gently squeezed Galatia’s hand, and she returned the squeeze. She could do this.

***

     The wedding day came. Galatia was glad she had female friends. Where she came from, there really was not ceremonial weddings. She had the dress and all the trappings that go with a wedding. She would have been happy with a simple ceremony, but being the next high queen met pomp and celebration.

     It was her wedding night, that really confirmed how much Greyson loved Galatia. She wore a simple mid-thigh length satin gown. Greyson wore silk sleep pants and was topless. Galatia had come a long way in learning about trust and love, romance even. But still some of her past, shadowed her present in certain things.

     Galatia may have been out of the Northland for years, but certain things she had experienced had stayed with her.

     She laid on the bed on her back waiting for Greyson. Her feet for flat on the bed and her legs bent and spread open. Greyson got into the bed and gently pushed her legs down.

     “Not like that. I do not just want to take you. I want you to give yourself to me because you want that intimate connection. It should be a gift a love, not obligation or expectation. There is no rush. The law here gives us six weeks, to consummate the marriage.” He gently pulled Galatia toward him and just held her. She took in his scent and soon they fell asleep.

     Three more nights, and Galatia felt like a failure. For some reason she could not bring herself to consummate the marriage. After breakfast the next morning, Galatia’s mother –in-law took her aside.

     “Greyson tells me you met with Healer Kinden yesterday, and he had a suggestion for you to try. I know what he told you, and I appreciate your concern on how it could be conceived.” They sat in the garden by the one of the several fountains that decorated the garden.

     “I know you see me as a woman who has a good head on her shoulders, but I wasn’t always that way. I was born to a wealthy merchant family. You would think I would have been a good respectful eighteen-year-old. But I had a wild streak. A couple of cousins and I decided to go to a Consort Coupling.” A Consort Coupling is when a Consort demonstrates ways of pleasing a woman in bed but doesn’t go as far as completion of the act.

     “Really?”

     “Yes, really. A lot of girls consider it a rite of passage to womanhood. I did see the coupling. My husband knew as did his parents before I became Queen. No one cares if it is done with purity protection. You never have seen one.”

     “I knew Mistress Landson sold passes to Consort Couplings, but I never saw one.”

     “If Healer Kinden thinks seeing one will ease some of this new bride anxiety, then go. There is one this afternoon at Temptations. Healer Kinden mentioned it. It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

     Galatia did go to the Consort Coupling. It was there she realized Healer Kinden’s train of thought. All her exposure to sex had been mock takings and forced sex. Nothing out of love, gentleness, intimacy of it. It did help a bit.

     That night Galatia found a Northland wrap around dress and coat, plus snow boots. She put them on and followed the trail of paper Snow Cat footprints. She found herself in the Queen’s wing, which would not be used because Greyson and Galatia had decided to share a bedroom. The print trail ended at what had been a garden a long time ago.

     She entered the room and was transported to the Northlands. It was even snowing. Greyson was wearing the typical Northmen tunic, pants, boots, and a wraparound coat that had a fur trimmed hood. It was the cave he was standing in front that caught her eye. When she was a slave and Leo kept the boys busy, she had found a cave nearby to hide and had become own safe place. She had told Greyson about it.

     “Healer Kinden and I had a talked before he came to see you. I don’t know why neither of us thought about this, but all of your encounters with the mock takings, by the boys happened in bedrooms.” Galatia nodded her head and urged him on. Kinden had suggested the same thing.

     “So, I was planning this room for you anyway as a wedding gift, but a few problems arose. But it is ready now and I thought maybe we could stay here for the night. No pressure, just relax.”

     Galatia now stood in front of him. She kissed him, briefly as was their current way. He pulled the fake fur covering aside from the cave opening. It was an exact replica. Greyson had managed to scrounge up a bed mat, small bookshelf, and short legged table. The bookshelf contained some of her favorite titles, and a picture of her and Greyson taken on their wedding day. It was perfect. Even had the addition of a fire pit area, bathroom with a shower, and in the very back was a pool designed to be like a natural hot spring.

     “It’s perfect.” Galatia looked like she was about to cry.

     “I’m glad you like it.” Greyson pulled out some massage oil.

     “I believe you still have a promise to fulfill.” Galatia had promised she would let Greyson give her massage. She was a bit sore. Falcon was a tough workout and training partner. It was her usual work out day. As soon as the servant quarters were ready, her Pride, all of them, would move in and she would not have to travel with two Shadows, following her to meet Falcon at the gym. Shadows creeped her out. Having two naked men follow her, yes, she could not see them but still. So, it was arranged that Falcon, Archer, and Leo would be her guards, and Leo’s fiancée, as well as Archer and Falcon’s wives would be her handmaidens. They had passed the approval process.

     Galatia stripped down to wearing her underpants, and bra. For two newlyweds, neither had seen the other completely naked, yet. Galatia relaxed as Greyson’s hands loosened her tight muscles. Cat began to stir. Cat foreplay was rubbing against each other and this was close enough to that. Maybe it was that stirring of Cat, but Galatia believed it was more than that. She felt safe here. Secure, loved and protected.

     After Greyson finished and cleaned up Galatia, pulled him closer and Greyson caught on. They kissed. Passionately and intimately. Greyson took on strap of her bra and pulled it down. He began to kiss her shoulder. Galatia wanted to purr.

     “Let go.” Greyson whispered in her ear and she did. The purring spurred him on. Cat was part of her too, and he loved the beast and the woman. One thing led to another and then they were no clothes and they continued to explore each other and then they became one, and the Cat came out of Galatia and yowled. Part from pain, part from pleasure of giving herself to the man she loved.

     Since they knew Galatia would bleed, a proof sheet was used. After Galatia went to the bathroom to clean up , Greyson took care of the sheet after he covered up. They then went to the pool and relaxed. Galatia laying in Greyson’s arms.

          Three hundred miles from Ghoston, the capital of Ghostdom, life was not always nice in the border towns. Refugees from the border wars, criminals and the desperate lived there. Riva was the eldest daughter of five siblings. The youngest not even weaned from mother’s milk yet. Her mother made money making cheap jewelry and sewing rag dolls and coin purses. Occasionally, she had enough cloth to make articles of clothing to sell.

     Her father had been injured in a boating accident and could not fish or hunt for meat to sell, so he helped for the time being making necklaces and bracelets. Three of Reva’s siblings could work, small jobs. The two boys helped untangle and sort fish from the nets. The girl did small jobs, like pick up trash, in a nearby Café where Riva waitressed.

     Riva was eighteen, and though she was a common blood, a Phantom, as pale skin revealed, but not a Phantom, she had dark amber eyes, and light blonde hair, she was a beauty. People noticed.

     A few months since she turned eighteen, and she had caught the eye of a Phantom nobleman. He was stuck in a contractual marriage, and his wife hated him. The union did benefit both families greatly in wealth and connections. A political marriage. The man’s name was Rollin.

     Rollin found Reva intriguing. She was smart and of course pretty. In time he found himself falling in love with her. She loved him, and knew, it was unlikely she would find a good man to marry. So, she took the opportunity and signed the Mistress contract. She could now make sure her family was alright and maybe even improving their situation. The catch was any child they conceived had to be sent away, far away and contact never made with the child.

     When Reva and Rollin became intimate, contraceptives were used, by both. But nothing is a hundred percent. Time passed and Reva was with child. As soon as it was clear that most likely she would make it to term, the healer planned to find a home for the child. Since the child would be a Phantom, it increased the likeness of being easily adopted.

     The healer was part of the chain that Mistress Landson and the royal family had created to help give slaves a chance to gain their freedom. He contacted her, and she said she had a couple that might be interested, whether it turned out to be a boy or girl.

     Mistress Landson contacted Galatia and Greyson. They knew chances like these only came occasionally. After getting advice from Greyson’s parents, much discussion among the two of them. It was decided they would adopt. Greyson and Galatia first made sure that if Galatia did have a child, that this one would legally be considered their blood child and have the inherit rights of being the first born. Then Mistress Landson was given the permission to begin the arrangements for the adoption.

     Six months and a few days later, Galatia and Greyson welcomed their baby boy, Shadow into the family.

 

     “Here she comes.” Greyson said to the Artican woman who was also marked by the cat.

     “Galatia, this is Greya.”

     “Nice to meet you.” Galatia had never met another marked by the cat. Her inner cat was just below the surface, stirring at the recognition of another like her. Greya just looked a bit amused, watching Galatia’s Cat side decide she was a friend, not a foe.

     “First time of meeting another like you?” Greya asked.

     “It’s that obvious?”

     “It is to someone like you.” Greya said with a smile.

     “I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. Trader’s Guild is here, and I have a meeting to attend to. I’ll come find you later.” He kissed Galatia on the cheek and whispered in her ear to behave herself. She playfully tapped him on the butt as he walked away.

     “You are definitely marked by the Cat.” Greya said as they headed down the hallway.

     “My husband and I are the same way, I completely understand.” A little boy came running down the hall. Galatia bent down and opened her arms wide for him. She grabbed him and picked him. He hugged her neck and kissed her cheek. Galatia then put him down.

     “Shadow, this is Greya. Greya, this is my son, Shadow.” For a four-year-old, Shadow learned protocol fast, and understood things that an older child would understand. So, he bowed respectfully, and offered his hand for her to shake.

    “Nice to make you’re a..quaint..ance.” Shadow said. He had recently heard the word used and wanted to try it out.

     “Nice to make your acquaintance too, Prince Shadow.” Greya said.

     “I believe you have a riding lesson. Why do not Greya and I go with you, and you can show us what you’ve been learning.” Shadow led the way. Greya then met his pony, Rascal, and then his instructor helped him tack his pony, and lead him to the riding corral.

     “I didn’t know he was adopted.” Greya said as they were watching Shadow do his warmup routine.

     “It’s not common knowledge. But most people rarely notice.

      “You grew up in one of the Savage tribes, correct?”

     “Yes. Mostly as a slave before I was brought here.”

     “Ahh, that explains a lot. I knew he was adopted because he doesn’t have the mark of the Cat.” Galatia looked confused.

     “In the Northern Clans, we don’t kill boys born with the gift. The tribes do.”

     “Because a child with that gift would become a powerful man. So, lie to the woman, killing of such child, right?”

     “Sadly, yes.” Greya said as Shadow rode right by them.

     “Anything else I need to know?” Galatia asked.

     “You seem to know a lot about your Cat, which is good.”

     “Healer Kinden knows a lot about the Cat. He taught me.”

     “He did a good job.” As they watched Shadow, the two talked and got to know each better. Greya was here because her husband and Greyson decided that since they bordered each other, it was time to improve relationships between the two kingdoms. This had been in the works for a long time now.

     A few days passed. Greya and Galatia were strolling through the garden. Greyson had Shadow with him and Greya’s husband, Viken, was out fishing.

     “Galatia, you’re sure you’re alright.” Greya was helping her sit down.

     “A bit lightheaded.” She said as she took a cup of water from Greya. Greya, had her suspicion on what was going on. On the way to lunch, Galatia, passed out.

     Shadow was then with the two women. The men were back to finalizing trading and peace terms. Falcon and Leo were with them. Falcon, went to get Kinden, Leo, scooped up Galatia, and Shadow went to get his dad.

     Shadow wanted to run past the servant watching the door, but he remembered that wasn’t the proper thing to do. He stopped at the door, got the servants attention, told him what had happened. The servant told him to stay right by the door. He did, but he was antsy.

     His father soon appeared. Picked his son up, and headed at a steady pace down the hall, to the bedroom. Kinden met him at the door.

     “She’ll be fine. She needs to talk to you, alone first, sire.” Greyson set his son down and whispered a few things in his ear. Shadow sat down by the wall, next to the door, he had company. Archer had arrived, Falcon, and Leo, plus their other halves. Greya and now Kinden.

     “Kinden said you needed to talk to me.” Greyson sat by his wife, on the bed.

      “I beat the odds. You are going to be a father again. Twins.”

     “Twins?” Greyson asked again to confirm.

     “Greya, told me multiple births are common among those with the mark. Snow Cats have multiple cubs.”

     “Is Kinden concerned?”

     “He wants to monitor me closely. He said since I got pregnant, he is optimistic of me giving birth. He wants me to take it easy. Reduce my healer load. He has some apprentices in mind to help me with that. He wants to see me once a week, play it safe. No intimacy for a while, till he knows for sure, that it will not have a negative impact. He doesn’t want to take any chances.”

     “I agree with that, and I will make sure you take it easy.” Galatia knew that look. If Greyson had been marked by the Cat, that was the look of protective mate. She would do what she had to, to protect her unborn babies.

     “I’ll let you tell Shadow the news. He knows you are alright. He did a good job when he came to get me. Followed protocol perfectly. I told him how proud I am of him. I’ll check on you later.” Greyson kissed her head and kissed her belly twice. One for each child. Galatia smiled, and had that expectant mother glow about her now.

     Shadow came in and Galatia motioned him to get up on the bed and sit next to her.

     “I want you to know that your papa and I love you very much. What I am going to tell you, doesn’t change that.” Shadow had recently asked why he did not look like daddy or mommy, so they told him he was adopted.

     “You’re going to be a big brother. I am going to have a couple of babies. Twins.”

     “Like Sam and Masin?” He asked.

     “Kind of like that. Except I do not know if you will have two sisters, two brothers, or one sister and one brother.”

     “Can I tell my friends?” Galatia was always surprised at how old he was, and how old he seemed to act.

     “If you want to but most people wait till four months into the pregnancy.”

     “It’s good news, why wait.”

     “Because sometimes, the baby or babies, die. Remember Linna’s aunt. She lost her baby. Before it was born.”

     “I can wait. It will be hard, but I’ll wait until you say it’s okay.” Galatia smiled and Shadow cuddled next to her and they both fell asleep.

     Shadow was true to his word. It was hard, but he kept the news a secret until he was told he could tell everyone he wanted. Galatia gave birth to two healthy babies, a boy, and a girl. Boreal and Aurora. There first night, in the nursery they were watched over by Shadow, and two shadows. The nursery was connected to the royal bedroom, so Galatia could easily access the twins for their feeding. For a while, Shadow made that his room too. No one was going to harm his brother and sister. His parents could not be prouder of him.

***

 

          Shadow’s siblings were spending time with Greya’s children. Greyson, Shadow, and Galatia were out in the market looking for birthday gifts and party items for the twin’s birthday. It was a lovely day. Cool but sunny. Not too crowded but bustling with people.

     Close but hidden were two Shadows and nearby but blending in were Leo and Falcon. Galatia never really got use to the guards but understood the need for them. There had never been an open attempt on the royal family. Open as in the marketplace, or plays, public appearances. All because for one the people loved their royals and two: Shadows were good at their jobs. A force not to be reckoned with.

     Galatia bristled when she heard the voice. The voice that mocked her, the boy who tortured her when she was a slave in Arctica. Greyson and Shadow caught the body action. Greyson gently touched her hand, and she let him lead her to a nearby alley. Shadow followed.

     “I know that voice. The medium pitched male, from three booths down. It’s Tyran.” This time Greyson was the one who bristled.

     “You’re sure.”

     “Positive.” Shadow had been told about his mother’s past. He now looked like his adoptive father’s reflection. He was just as angry and protective of those he cared about. He was like his adoptive father, as close to a Cat as they could get.

     “I can’t run away and pretend this didn’t happen. I need to confront him.”

     “Not alone. Shadow and I will be backing you up. In Phantom form.”

     “Fine.” Shadow make sure your mother stays put while I vanish.” Greyson went to a dark corner of the alley, stripped, and vanished. Falcon took his clothes.

     As soon as his hand was on Galatia’s shoulder, Shadow went to vanish and returned. They would give Galatia space, but be ready to aid her if needed.

     “Falcon make sure Leo stays put. Please.” Galatia than looked at Leo.

     “I’m not a helpless Cub anymore. Cat and I need to settle this once and for all.” Leo was angry but understood. Falcon guided him to a nearby area with a bench. Close enough to be of assistance if needed.

     Galatia headed toward the voice from her past. She got a good look at him. Tyran was a good-looking man. But his eyes were as cruel as his father’s. Galatia could feel her heart rate speed up and she shivered as certain memories surfaced again. She was not that little helpless cub anymore. She had become a strong snow cat.

     Tyran was flirting with a young lady. Galatia could not have had a better opportunity to put him in his place.

     “Tyran. Such a pleasant surprise. Care to introduce me to your friend?” Tyran looked at Galatia and did not recognize her. She was not surprised. She was sure he moved on and found someone new to torture.

     “Maybe this would joust your memory. Usually, you had your two younger brothers hold me down while you mocked play having your way with me. Saying how you were going to enjoy having me once I turned eighteen.” The female he was flirting with paled and left.

     “Maybe if you had me pressed up against this wall, you’d remember who I am. I am not so timid and scared anymore. Plus, I have cat like muscles now. Trained by the finest on how to fight hand to hand combat. You used to call me, Kitten.” The lights went on and Galatia made sure he saw the wedding band, and the royal insignia on it.

     “Tyran, why so pale. I would never have you executed. Would not risk a war. You are not worth trouble. I will admit that feline side of me has wanted to tear your throat out, but that would be too easy, too quick. I will give you one warning. If any woman whether slave, Pleasure Girl, or free, is harmed in anyway, I will hunt you done like the mongrel you are and make sure you pay for your crimes. It better not come to that. I may not be so generous if we cross paths again.” Galatia showed her fangs, and let Cat come to the surface just enough to show Tyran who was boss now. She now had the power.

     Galatia went back to the alley way, and her son and husband reappeared and dressed. Galatia waited a few minutes to let Cat calm down and then went to grab some lunch and finish shopping. The rest of the day went well, and Galatia finally realized she was truly free of her past.

 

Shadow

 

A few months had passed since Willow and Shadow had met. Shadow still found himself from time to time thinking about her. She even haunted his dreams on occasion.

     “Mam, you can’t go in there.” A guard stepped in front of the Ranger. A large grey wolf appeared from the shadows and took down one of the shadow guards. A few swings of her bow and fist another guard down. She then knocked the shadow guard out, and he soon reappeared. You must be conscious, to stay in shadow form. She then took the last guard out, that the wolf had knocked on the floor.

     “I really am sorry. But I can’t waste any more time.” The ranger knocked that guard out and stormed into the large theater style meeting room. All eyes turned toward her. She only focused on her target. The large wolf that followed in her wake drew attention away from the woman now tackling a large woodland man to the ground.

     The ranger had pulled her dagger from her belt and he had also pulled out a dagger. They struggled, guards were trying to get around the big wolf, and the Ranger felt blood running from her side. She finally, got the upper hand, and knocked the bloody blade from her opponent. The guards pulled them apart.

     “What is going on?” The Ranger heard a familiar voice. She dropped her dagger, and it cliqued when it hit the floor. The Ranger bowed, while holding her side to apply pressure to the wound. All eyes were now on the two of them.

     “My Lord, he’s a traitor. He has aligned with the Viperion high king to kill you or one of the Phantom rulers. He has a pass coin in his boot heel.” A pass coin was a way for someone to safely travel through a realm. It met that the bearer had the protection of the high king or highest-level ruler of the realm.

     It took two guards, to hold him down and checked the boots. Sure enough, in one of the hollow heels was a pass coin. The Ranger fell to the floor. A familiar furry wolf laid next to her, and she found comfort running her hands through his fur. She heard a another vaguely familiar voice. Calling her name. The wolf knew this man, and though he stayed alert to guard the Ranger, he allowed him to kneel next to her.

     “Willow.” Willow looked up into a familiar set of eyes. Prince Shadow began to look slightly relieved. He took a few things out of a medical bag sitting next to him.

     “Boreal, is the blade tainted?” He asked while he carefully lifted the shirt to begin to clean and tend the wound.

     “Fever wood.” Was the reply from the man gifted with the Cat.

     “Boreal, could you see if Mom has a vial of Coolceden?” Boreal headed toward the back of the room and soon returned with a small vial containing a bluish green liquid. During that time, Shadow, kept Willow conscious, kept her talking, while he finished tending the wound.

     Boreal, carefully approached Shadow and Prince. Prince tilted his head to the side and was accessing whether this striped cat looking man was a friend or foe. Boreal, kept his eyes downcast, approached slowly and after handing the vial to his brother, he offered an open hand for Prince to sniff.

     Prince cautiously sniffed Boreal’s hand, and decided though he vaguely smelled like cat, that he was a friend, or could be. Cats were not all bad. Though Prince had had a few bad experiences with cats, this one seemed more like the orange tabby cat that lived at the Inn where he lived, nice. Prince licked his hand.

     “Looks like you made a friend.” Shadow was helping Willow sit up. Fever wood worked fast, and though she had taken the antidote, Willow would still run a fever and rest was the best thing for her. Boreal and Shadow helped Willow to her feet. She could barely stand with the help of the two men hoisting her up. Prince followed the three of them out of the meeting hall, to a nearby guest room. Willow had made Shadow promise that Prince would stay with her.

     While Boreal kept Willow on her feet, Shadow pulled the comforter down and Boreal helped him put Willow on the bed. Within a few seconds, Willow was sound asleep. Prince kept vigil lying next to Willow on the large bed.

     It was a few days of on and off consciousness before Willow’s fever finally broke. It was Galatia, who made sure that Prince got out for more than “business” trips outdoor. She also made sure that Shadow and her family rotated who would watch over Willow. That way time was made to eat, wash up if needed, and sleep.

     It was Greyson’s turn to keep watch. He sat next to the bed and had a book open in his lap. He heard Willow stir and placed his book on the nearby table. Willow instinctually reached for Prince and only felt air. Then she felt for the necklace around her neck, and nearly panicked.

     “Relax. Prince is outside in the courtyard playing pony with my twins, Snow and Blizz. The necklace is sitting on the table, the latch was broken.” Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

     “How do you feel?” Greyson asked as he helped Willow sit up.

     “Hungry. Gross.”

     “I’ll send for food. Later we’ll deal with your bath needs.” Greyson headed for the door and caught a nearby guard and set him off to the kitchen and to get Shadow.

     “Anything else you need?” Greyson asked as he sat back next to the bed.

     “Nothing right now. Thank you for taking care of Prince. I’m relieved he didn’t have any problems with the Cat gift.”

     “I think it was a bit confusing at first for him, but he’s a smart wolf.”

     “Not what you expected?”

     “Shadow told me about him, but when you see him in front of you, he really is a big furry dog. One that I wouldn’t want to upset, but still, I never thought something so ferocious could be so gentle.”

     “Even the vicious beasts have children.” There was a soft knock on the door.

     “Enter.” A dark haired, with a slightly similar face to someone from Willow’s past, walked in the door.

     “Prince Shadow is coming with the food. Prince is still occupied, and I had to see Willow for myself, if that’s alright King Greyson?”

     “Of course, Archer. Willow, he’ll explain things in a minute.” Greyson added to the quizzical look on Willow’s face.

     “Does this look familiar?” Archer handed Willow a necklace that had small silver circle on it, with a soft golden archer with a drawn bow in the middle of it. It matched the one Willow always wore around her neck.

     “My mother gave me a necklace just like it. It has our family crest on it.”

     “Your mother has soft red eyes, almost a pale pink. With light brown hair, that she always wore long. Named Autumn.” Willow nodded her head.

     “She ever talked about a brother?”

     “She told me she had one who was a ranger, but he was supposedly killed in a border skirmish, but you weren’t.” Archer just smiled, now it all made sense. It was in that smile that Willow saw her mother, and if there was any doubt with Archer’s story lurking in the back of her mind it was gone.

     “I was sold into slavery. I was told she died. When I found your necklace on the floor in the meeting hall, I had to know for sure. Your eyes tell me your father was Phantom. “Willow’s eyes were a pale violet.

     “Common blood. He was a merchant and that is how he met Autumn. They both died in a border skirmish, a few months ago. “she knew that question was bound to come up.

     “I wish mom could have known you were alive.”

     “So, do I. I’d like to get know you better if you’ll let me.”

      “I’d like that Archer.” The smell of food came wafting through the door.

     “May I come in.” Shadow asked with his hands full of a tray of food. Willow had to stop herself from drooling in anticipation. She had not realized how hungry she really was.

     “Yes, please.” Willow said. Behind Shadow a big grey blur ran and jumped on the bed. Willow wrapped her arms around Prince as Shadow and Archer moved a nearby table toward the bed.

     As Willow ate, the three of them talked, and shared stories. Willow was surprised how familiar Archer and Shadow felt to her, and that she felt truly accepted for who she really was. Not for her skills as a Ranger, but because she was Willow.

     The next few days, Willow spent mostly in bed. She did get her bath, Galatia and Aurora helped her with that. Thankfully, Willow was not shy about being nude among people she hardly knows. She felt a whole lot better after a bath and a change of clothes. She had a few days’ worth of clothes and basic toiletries, attached to the saddle of the horse she came to the palace on.

     It was during those long days in bed, that Willow’s life began to change. She met her new Aunt, and three cousins. Two who were married, so she met their spouses, and they had a total of five children. She went from loner to part of a large family in one day.

     She and Shadow were becoming friends, as well, as his family and friends, were also becoming Willow’s friends. Shadow was hoping for more. Willow had his heart, whether she knew it or not. He just had to break through her armor and steal her heart. Not an easy task, and he knew it.

     First Shadow tried asking her to a meal alone. He varied his requests to a play, a stroll once she could get out of the bed, a horse race, even a night at the orchestra. She turned him down, each time, very politely. He might as well have been the blood son of High King Greyson, like his father, he didn’t give up easily. He just had to change his game plan.

     As soon as Willow was allowed out of bed, Archer got her to go out and look around the garden, Shadow was with them. Set up in one of the open areas of the garden was a set of bow targets. Setting by a nearby tree was Willow’s bow and arrows.

     “Archer helped me set up the targets. I thought since you still can’t do your regular workout routine, that you might like a little target practice.” Shadow said as he sat in a nearby chair.

     “Thank you.” Shadow had made a chink in her armor. Willow spent some time shooting targets. She made sure not to overdo it, though. It was nice to feel a bow in her hand again. Being bed ridden nearly drove her mad.

***

     The time came when Willow would be well enough to leave, and Shadow was running out of time. He had not won Willow’s heart, or even convinced her to stay. So, he made a decision to seek advice from the one person he knew could help him.

     “You really have fallen for her, haven’t you?” Galatia asked as Shadow entered the library where she is unboxing some new books.

     “How did you know that’s what I wanted to talk about?”

     “All your life you have always seemed to have an older wisdom and understanding about you. You rarely came to me or your father for advice. I know Willow is leaving in two days. I am not blind; I see the way you look at her. She is a bit like I was, not sure, but her reason is different. It is not insecurity like me. She has been betrayed and had her heart broken. Find a way to convince her you genuinely love her. One that she can’t dispute.” A moment passed and Shadow smiled, a mischievous glean in his eyes.

     “Thank you.” He kissed his mother and headed out to put his plan into effect. First, he headed to his room, and found the greyest clothes he had and put them on. He then headed out in the hall and toward Willow’s temporary room. As soon as he found the dark corner he was looking for, he ghosted, and hid among the shadows. When Willow was in the right spot, he jumped her and put her arms above her head, and gently pushed her against the wall.

     “What do you think…” Willow started to say before Shadow leaned in and shut her up with a kiss. He let go of her arms, and she wrapped them around him, and pulled him closer to her. She had been kissed before but this one was so pure, passionate, and sincere. She had never been kissed like that before, and she knew if she left him, she would never be kissed like that again.

     That night Willow was torn. She was a Ranger; she had sworn allegiance to the High Lord of Eddington.  But a part of her, wanted a chance to see where she and Prince Shadow would end up. It was not just that, she had family, blood family, now. A place where she felt happy and safe. Willow tossed and turned through the night. In the morning she was summoned to the meeting hall.

     “Ranger Willow, you and I need to talk.” High Lord Eddington pushed a chair over to her, and she took a seat. He pulled another chair toward him and sat facing her.

     “High Queen Galatia has offered me a proposition; I would be foolish to refuse. It seems you have made an impression on her son…” He caught Willow’s cheeks turning a pale pink.

     “I see he has made an impression on you. Your blushing just confirms that. I know your happy here. I have seen a real change in you. You are relaxed. At ease. Comfortable, making friends. Your Uncle, as you call him, High Queen Galatia, and I have found a way to allow you to stay here, and remain in my service. You would be an ambassador, a go between for the trade guild and the fledgling United Council. You can stay with your newfound family and friends, and who knows maybe you’ll fall in love.” He smiled as he saw Willow’s eyes light up.

     “So, you’ll accept?”

     “It would be my honor to serve as your eyes and ears in Ghostdom.”

     “Good. I will let High Queen Galatia know. Can I give you some brotherly advice?”

     “Of course.”

     “Tell him. Tell the Prince why he has had to jump through hoops and fight a dragon to get that slight shade of pink on your cheeks. It’s only fair.”

     “Your right.”

     “I’ll make arrangements for your things to be shipped over. I will expediate that as fast as I can. Now go and get your Prince.” Willow bowed and headed out of the room. She asked a nearby guard, and found out that Shadow was at the stables, he had just finished his morning ride.

     “Shadow, could I have a moment?” Willow asked as he locked in his steed in his stall.

     “Of course. Where’s your furry guard?”

     “Boreal, took him out for a run.”

     “I’m all yours.” He motioned to a nearby hay bale. Willow sat down next to him. The first thing she did was pull him into a kiss. The sound of a nearby footsteps pulled them out of it.

     “Payback for last night. But that is not what I wanted to talk about. I need to be honest with you, since I hope we can start officially courting.” Shadow’s face lit up with a smile.

     “I’m listening.”

     “I’m sorry I made your life miserable. When I was first chosen to enter Ranger training, I was so happy. I knew it would not be easy, I was a half blood, and to top things off, women are rare recruits. So, I worked hard. Became an elite archer, and caught the eye of a fellow trainee, Betrend. We started courting. He had a twin brother, fraternal, in training too. There are rules. One is you cannot go to a pleasure house. I had a friend who did odd and end jobs, for some extra money. She told me, Regin, had been a patron there, one more than one occasion. I did what I was taught to do and what was right. I first, confirmed it, and then reported him. Betrend, swore he loved me, and he never talked to me, let alone looked at me again, after his brother was kicked out. Betrend, was popular, and my last year of training was torturous. I would not let him win. But I guess, in a way he did. I could never open my heart up to another man, not without the fear of being betrayed again. But after that kiss last night, something inside me melted. I want to see where this goes, better or worse.”

     “I couldn’t be happier. I suppose that means you took the offer?” Willow just smiled and Shadow took her hand and helped her up.

     “Might as well tell everyone the news.” So, Willow and Shadow, found everyone one and told them the news.

***

     Time passed. Shadow let Willow set the pace of their courtship. In time, any doubt that remained was completely eradicated from her heart. When it was clear that Willow would be High Queen one day, she began to learn the intricate dance of nobility. Since, Shadow’s siblings were Cat gifted, they considered Shadow as the heir to the throne, future Alpha, so none of them would contest it. So Shadow would take the throne as he was legally able too. He would be a good king and Willow was shaping into Queen material.

***

     “You look beautiful.” Galatia said as she placed the flower wreath to hold the wedding veil in place. Willow was surprised how feminine she could look. Being a Ranger made her a tom boy. What make up she did wear was light and barely visible. Any hairstyle was done for practical reasons, not beauty, a way to keep it out of the way.

     “Archer told me there is a tradition that the mother of the bride would give the daughter something to remember this day. Since your mother cannot be here, I thought that maybe you would allow me to stand in for her.” Willow got a bit teary eyed but managed not to ruin her make up.

     “I’d really like that.” Galatia picked up a small, wrapped box and handed it to Willow.

     “Before you open it, I want you to know that you are family, even if you weren’t marrying into it.” Willow smiled.

     “Thank you for telling me that.” Willow opened the box and pulled out a porcelain Artic Cat. It wore a collar with the inscription One of Us on it. It took everything that Willow had in her not to cry. Galatia placed her hand on Willow’s shoulder.

     “Ready?” Archer said as he peeked his head into the doorway. Both women smiled and stood up and followed Archer to the Garden ceremony. A more private affair would take place later that day, but the one in the garden was for the people of the kingdom.

     Willow took Archer’s arm and he walked her up the aisle. She wore a simple gown, long sleeved, long length with a small train, made of silk. A bouquet of mixed forest flowers matched her head wreath. Shadow was dressed in a traditional silver-grey tuxedo. All they saw was each other.

     Both ceremonies were simple, traditional, and perfect. Willow could not have imagined them any other way. After she left the last scheduled party and returned her room to change her clothes, she found a note on the bed.

     Follow Prince. Was all it said. Willow changed into a simple tunic, pants, and short ankle boots, then opened her door where Prince was waiting for her.

     “Lead on.” Willow said as Prince stood up. Prince led her outside and up the path that led toward the bordering woods. A few minutes passed, and they made a left turn. Soon a stone cabin came into view. Shadow was standing in the doorway. He was a bit sweaty. Willow could see the sweat glistening off is muscled, bare chest. He had a small wood chopping axe in his right hand.

     “That explains why you snuck away.” Willow said as she headed toward him.

     “I had to have time to get firewood. It took a bit longer than Archer and I anticipated to get the cottage fixed up. This used to be my great-great-great grandfather’s hunting lodge. I thought you and I should have a place to call our own. A place where you and Prince could retreat to if you needed.”

     “I love it. Thank you.” Willow motioned with a slight flick of her wrist to Prince that he could follow them inside.

     “Just wait till you see the inside.” Willow followed Shadow around. It had a nice small kitchen, with the amenities. Three small bedrooms. A nice bathroom with a large, deep bathtub and a shower. It had a back porch with a beautiful view of the nearby lake, plenty of room for Prince to run and even hunt. Shadow had even made a small cave for Prince.

     “Prince loves his den.”

     “That explains where he’s been sneaking away with things. He’s been nesting.”

     “I thought we could stay the night here. Aurora dropped off some things. I do have the question about Prince’s sleeping arrangements.”

     “With me.” Willow could not help but laugh at Shadow’s expression.

     “When the weather is nice, he sleeps outside. Likes it better than indoors, but a window needs to be left open high enough for him to enter if it rains, or he needs access. If he sleeps inside, it is usually next to the bed, except when I’m ill or hurt. And if you are wondering if he is going to barge in during an intimate moment, he has been exposed to such sounds, as well as others, such as weapon sounds. Prevents nervousness and reactive actions. Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself.”

     “I love seeing you this way. Don’t apologize.” Shadow smiled and took Willow’s hands and pulled her close for a playful kiss. Short but sweet, leaving her wanting more.

     After dinner, Prince went outside for the night. He settled into his den for the night, snuggled into the blanket he had stolen from the laundry.

     Willow found a little something extra tucked in her luggage. Seems Aurora had helped pack her things. There was note attached to the lingerie box. She read the note first.

     “Hope you’re not mad at me. I was out shopping for my wedding anniversary and when I saw this, I thought you would look lovely in it.” Willow opened the box and pulled out a plum lace purple short sleeved robe with a satin tie. Under it was an obviously short but matching plum color negligee. It had a bustier style top covered in lace, and the skirt bottom was satin. Willow was not too surprised when she found a pair of thigh high stockings, in a soft plum color, with matching garters. There was still one more thing in the box, a matching pair of ballet style slippers, with satin ribbon ties on them.

     Willow knew she had time to consummate the marriage. She also knew that Shadow would never pressure her, but she was touched with the gift of the wolf and that last kiss, so short and so promising of more had awaken a side in Willow, she never really knew she had. She cleaned up and changed into Aurora’s gift. The color made her violet eyes sparkle.

     She stepped out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Shadow was standing by the side of the bed; he had just pulled the top blanket down. He was topless, wearing a pair of silk trousers, barefoot. His eyes were moving up and down, taking in everything. Willow blushed.

     “You look beautiful.” Shadow extended his arm and hand for her to take. She took his hand and he led her toward the bed. He sat down first and gently pulled her onto the bed. He tilted his head, leaned closer to Willow and they finished that kissed, followed by another. Willow was lost in the kiss. Her eyes closed, savoring every moment.

     Shadow had let his arms work his way from Willow’s middle back down to the sash that kept her robe closed, and he slyly undid it, and gently pushed the sleeves down off of her shoulders, down her arms. She let him push the sleeves off her arms, and the robe was now lying on the bed, by the end of the second kiss.

     Shadow took a small vial off the table next to the bed. He opened it and Willow caught the scent of jasmine with a hint of vanilla to soften the scent. The negligee was low cut, enough for a proper massage.

     “Turn around, lovely ranger.” Willow repositioned herself so her back faced Shadow, who was now pouring the massage oil on his hands.

     Shadow started rubbing Willows shoulders. He then began to trace the tattoo she had her right shoulder.

     “Does it meet with your approval?” Willow asked. The tattoo signified that she was an elite archer. There was not a set design. Some archers just used the bow or just the arrow. Willow’s tattoo was a bow loaded and ready to fire.

     “It fits you. On the right side, which is your weapon arm, correct?”

     “You’ve seen Archer’s dagger tattoo. Yes, right arm is my weapon’s arm.”  Willow felt Shadow’s hands going lower and she laid down on her stomach, giving him easier access to her back. With every touch of his hand, brush of his finger…

     Two became one. Willow went to the bathroom to clean up and start a bubble bath. It seems Aurora, had also packed some extras with the toiletries. Shadow took care of the proof sheet. Boxing it and handing it to a guard. Prince was introduced to all the guards. He knew their scents, so even if they ghosted, he would leave them alone. So, things stayed quiet during the exchange.

***

    

      Willow grabbed her belly. She felt a pair of hands, gently grab her arms, and lead her to a nearby bench. Willow was shaking.

     “Ranger Willow, deep breaths. Relax.” A male voice said. She looked up to see a slightly chiseled face with what usually would have been Viperion gold eyes, but instead those gold eyes had a dragon’s slant to them. Some Viperians received the Dragon Gift. It was rare.

     “Warlord Prince.” He smiled. It was gentle. A huge contradiction to the reputation this young man had made in just a few years.

     “Cassian. One of the guards went to find the healer.”

     “I can’t do this again.”

     “Do you want me to get Prince Shadow?”

     “No, not yet. The meeting he’s in is too important if I’m just overreacting.”

     “I can’t imagine what it is like to lose a child, but I do know you’re not overreacting. No pregnant woman ever does when it concerns their child.”

     “Thank you. I needed to hear that.” Willow was a bit calmer. Briskly coming down the hall now was the healer.

     “There’s a guest room just right up the hall, third door on the left.” Cassian helped Willow to her feet and followed the healer to the room.

     “I’ll be right outside.” Cassian said after making sure Willow was comfortable.

     “Shadow…” Willow started to say.

     “If the healer says it can’t wait.” Cassian said as he closed the door.

     The healer took out his equipment and examined Willow.

     “Your fine.  You are just having practice contractions. Some women get them, and with your medical history, it is not surprising. You have a healthy five months along baby. You just need to take it easy, relax. I know your trying your best. For now, you are staying in here, and either sleep or lay there. I am going to give you something to help you relax, but you need to give yourself time to relax and the contractions to subside. I want to monitor you while you are here. Better to be on the safe side. But I do not think anything will happen. I will update Cassian and go see your husband as soon as he is free. Take it easy.”

     The healer left the room and a few moments later Cassian entered and kept Willow company. They knew each other before he became the infamous Warlord Prince of Viperion. Cassian stayed with her till Shadow returned, but he returned later with dinner and kept them both company.

***

     Willow had to adjust to not being left alone. It was not that someone had threatened her life. She could go into labor any day now, and Shadow, as well, as the rest of his family, were protective. Today, she was in the care of Falcon.

     She was enjoying the fresh air. When it happened, her water broke. At least Falcon had that Viperion coolness. He did not panic. Just picked up Willow. Which slightly irked her. Prince was with them and went to get Shadow. He was around when Archer’s wife went into labor, so he knew what to do.

     Shadow was sitting behind Willow. His legs were spread to allow Willow, to lean against him. He was holding her hands.

     “You’re doing great Willow. One more push.” Galatia said as Willow bore down and pushed. A few seconds later the sounds of baby cries were heard. Willow let go of Shadow’s crushed hands, took a deep breath, let it out, and laid her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

     “He has his father’s eyes.” Galatia handed the baby to Willow. She would not have cared, if her son had her violet eyes, but a part of her was relieved that he would be seen as a Phantom, unless they knew who is mother was.

     Shadow maneuvered himself carefully from behind his wife and sat next to her. Looking into his son’s eyes. The big round eyes were taking in everything.

     “So, what name fits him?” Aurora asked. Willow’s people had a tradition that ten names were to be chosen for the baby, five for a boy and five for a girl. After the baby was born, a name from the list was chosen. The one that seemed to fit him.

     “Well, Shadow.” Willow asked. He whispered it in her ear, and she smiled.

     “Wraith.” Willow said as Aurora put some pillows behind her.

     “A good name.” Galatia said. Archer had brought in a crib for the baby.

“Let us give Wraith a little sleeping time, and Shadow can take his wife to get a refreshing bath and both of you get some food. Falcon get a bath started. I’ll watch him, go on.” Shadow scooped up his wife, she did not resent being treated like an invalid, this time. She was exhausted and happy; she had a healthy baby boy.