READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 2 – A Sister Is Fine Too
With confident steps, Elana walked through the halls of the enormous mansion. Her father - Vermont, had renovated the palace over the long years of his reign. The man had ruled over the region for decades, making his iron fist known.
It had resulted in not just one or two rebellions, but those had been squashed, the dissidents publicly hanged. Or at least those who were figureheads and had no value as slaves. The following cleaning of unwanted elements resulted in more deaths and even more slaves.
Of course, the slavery was illegal. The kings of the centuries past had made that clear. Even the current one was staunchly against such practices.
Not that it stopped Elana’s old man. He just had to ship those people out of the kingdom. It had earned their family a lot of coins as well as the obedience, resentment and fear of those beneath.
And it had been the makings of the ‘protagonist’ of the story. Elana tried to recall the details of that old game she had played all those years ago and the role the dead ‘Elana’ had to play in the plot.
There would be a war. The neighbouring Kingdom of Alspath would invade. Their forces would be unstoppable, and all hope would be lost.
Until, at last, a heroine with her prince would rise to face the impending armies of doom. They would rally the forces of this kingdom and fight back against the evil conquerors.
Ultimately, they would prevail. The pair would marry and rule over the kingdom of Tulus. They would live together happily ever after - the end.
But Elana would not live to see that end to come. She was meant to die halfway through the story after her dear father’s machinations came to light. Her family disgraced, Elana would rally the last few remaining loyal troops and face the heroine in battle - just to die disgracefully.
Before that, Elana’s role was to make the ‘protagonist’s’ life miserable - mostly through petty mischief and bullying at the prestigious academy of ‘Black Rose’.
Elana paused her brisk step. The thought of going back to school irked her. At least the academy wasn’t filled with noisy children. It was a place where the noble ladies and sometimes - gifted commoners would learn skills and etiquette and form connections with other influential families.
There were still a few days left before Elana had to go back to the academy. The protagonist was already waiting for her there, and she had to be ready. Delaying any more than necessary would only make her goal of attaining that wonderful woman for herself harder.
First, Elana needed proper servants. She glanced back at the black-haired maid she had ordered to follow. The girl wilted when she noticed Elana’s stare.
This maid was fun to toy with, but Elana knew she needed a more reliable person at her side. She couldn’t trust her ‘friends’ back at the academy. Those girls were friendly only because of the surname Elana was carrying. Once it was gone, they would turn on her.
Elana resumed walking. “Hurry up.” She made sure the maid would not fall behind. Her eyes studied the intricate engravings and large paintings on the walls. This place reeked of old money.
“Ely! I-I mean, sister, dear!” A voice called after Elana. “I am glad to see you are feeling better.”
Twisting her face into a smile, Elana turned around. “Good morning, Mary. I am indeed feeling better. Thank you for your concern and your visit.” There was a little barb at the end of her sentence. The girl had visited just once, right after Elnana’s collapse.
“I- Sorry, Ely…” Mary hung her head in shame. “I wanted to visit more than once, but-”
“Do not worry, Mary.” Elana didn’t let her smile fade, trying to emulate the body’s old personality. She held her eyes on her ‘sister’ face, enjoying the soft features.
It was hard for her to think of the girl as one. Before this world, Elana had no siblings. And she struggled to see Mary as anything else but another thing to own. The fact the other girl tickled many of Elena’s fancies didn’t help either.
“I do not fault you. I just wish-” Elana began whispering. “I just wished I had someone to speak to… It was so lonely.”
“Oh, Ely!” Mary threw her hands around Elana and hugged her tightly. “I am so sorry. But father, he-”
Elana’s sister began telling a long tale of how their father had forbidden any visits unless it was a maid or a doctor. The younger sister complained about it and held Elana close. She truly was sorry for not being there for her older sister.
It was… Distracting. Elana was taller than Mary, and the girl’s tight hug meant her nose was stuck into her sister’s brown crown, being tickled by stray strands. But even more so, the breasts pushing against breasts reignited the feeling of arousal that Elana had left in her room. Her ‘sister’s’ breath on her collarbone and the apologetic whispers made her skin flush in expectation.
After letting out a soft chuckle, Elana rubbed Mary’s back. “It’s fine, really. I am not mad.” She pushed her sister back to show her smile. “See, not angry at all. And don’t let our father see you like this. You know what he thinks about showing affection.”
While Mary didn’t look convinced, she returned the grin. “Then when will you come back to the academy? It is so boring without you.” she ignored the mention of father. Mary didn’t get along with the man. She was too much like their mother - who had been a meek, unambitious woman.
“Soon. I just have a couple of things to arrange before I do.” Elana stepped back and studied her sister. She was such a fine specimen.
Brown, long hair and dark brown eyes. Pale skin and delicate features. Mary was frail-looking in the way that begged to be protected. Her gentle demeanour only fortified this impression. Mary’s whole presence invited others to cherish her.
Or, Elana’s sadist side whispered, or to abuse. She silenced that part of her. She had other things to worry about than her so-called sister. Maybe later, when she was free, she could look into spending some ‘quality time’ with her ‘sister’.
Mary nodded. “I’ll be leaving later this evening.” She looked apologetic. “I won’t be able to visit you. But maybe we could leave together?” There was a faint hope in her voice.
“I wish to, but-” Elana shook her head. “But I promise we will have our moment together back in the academy.” She continued to force the smile. It was hard to keep this warm expression. Her muscles wanted to twitch and twist, but she endured.
After a few more polite sentences, Elena finally was not able to endure no more and, after making an excuse, left her sister to her own devices. The acting and constant gentle brushes and pats made it hard for Elana not to respond with greed.
“Do you have something to say?” She cooly asked her obedient maid. Elena had noticed the incredulous look the girl had given her when Elena had spoken with her sister. But no answer came. “Good. You shall not speak of anything that happens to you. Do you understand?”
A barely audible whisper reached Elena’s ears.
“...yes, Mistress.”
“And keep your distance constant. You are too close.” Elena corrected the girl.
While walking, Elena absentmindedly wondered about the origins of her newly acquired toy. The girl was likely a daughter of some unimportant noble sent here in hopes of earning the favour of the De’Sorthos family.
The girl was too inexperienced with the tasks Elena had tried to give her. But at least the maid knew how to put on the bitch of a dress Elena was forced to wear. The fluffy monstrosity was not comfortable. She preferred something more tight fitting.
After crossing a few more corridors, Elena exited the mansion and looked at the clear blue sky. She then turned and began walking towards the guard house.
There was an interesting person there. A strong fighter. Capable bodyguard. Good looking and cruel.
Cinthia was not a servant. She was a hired hand - a mercenary of sorts. Elena could not make her obey with just a few words.
Instead, Elena had to see what Cinthia would say and ask in return for her services. She listened to her little maid’s hurried steps as the girl tried to keep up with her Mistress’ walk. Elena suspected she could provide the interesting person with exactly what she needed.
