Sit sit, this is yet another tail of young Falraenn, I believe I left off with her being horridly marked yes? You must wonder what became of her after that. Well this is a story of infatuation and a twin that cannot give her up.
After the marking, Falra crawled to the river inlet to clean her face. She had learned many years before how to tend such wounds. It was only a blessing that she was left in the room she was forced to share with the first twin. You may wonder why I always call them the first and second twin, well it's easy, I was never told their name, the only way to tell them apart is the mark on the second's cheek. But I pulled away from the story didn't I? Since Falra was left within the confines of what she's come to know as her room, she had the tools she needed to, in a sense heal herself. She had needle and horsehair, alcohol to clean away any foreign matter that got into the wound, and ointment to both stave off infection and sooth the pain.
Soon after she finished she felt a tender hand pull her to a body she knew well. The first twin came back to her. She had let him down, betrayed him, yet he was infatuated with her and could not give her up. It was said that she pulled away from him in fear. The first time in years since she's shown any hint of emotion other than a smile on her lips and readiness to please. This devastated him, for he could not send her away, he could not send her to the pits with the common slave girls. He knew her worth, even if his brother could not see it through her betrayal. He held her tenderly the rest of that night instead of taking her as he did every other night before, save those nights spent apart on jobs she was sold into.
The first twin taught her the art of pleasing a man's every need. She learned quickly, learned how to read a man and know what he wished for and gave it to him before he forced it on her. Soon the first twin put her back to work. Her face had healed, forever showing the vicious scar of her marking. Instead of pulling her hair back to show her lovely face, she started adopting what became a more sultry look by hiding half of her face behind her long red curls. This only drew the first twin closer to her. He demanded a kings ransom for a night with her, never had she displeased him again.
From that day forth, she was only sent to the most hostile of men. She somehow always managed to quell their hearts and capture their souls. Always was she rescued from them, always did she have information to share. This went on till the first twin found reason to keep her close. For you see, she was with his child, and he could no risk such a precious thing. This child would be his heir. He would train it in his footsteps, first born to the twins.
Sadly this is not how things worked out. The second twin became jealous of the love he gave this slave girl. He saw Falra as something to crush now and had the perfect plan to do so. All it took was to get his brother away from main residence. But I must stop here, or else I might give away too much. I am tired now, let an old woman rest for the night. There is always time to tell another story, always time to sip more tea.
