So here it is, the last part of this series. This is more of an epilogue than an actual chapter but I included some scenes which might be fun to read. I had a lot of fun writing Amyla, so I decided that this will not be the last time she shows up! hope you enjoy, please leave a comment on what you thought of the whole series, I love readng feedback!
The princess of the Secret City sat crossed legged on the large king size double bed; her posture was different to her usual stance now hunched over with her shoulders tensed in a defensive position. She was clad in a classier attire than her usual outfits, a baggy cotton shirt which belonged to her lover and tight-fitting brown leather trousers which hugged her curvaceous lower body; black boots with heels clad her feet for protection. She rubbed her now naked ring finger, feeling the tarnished skin from the burns which the old wedding ring gave her. The band now sat in front of her, almost taunting her for what happened. She felt like crying again, like she did 9 months ago. Amyla laid back on her bed covering her eyes with her left arm, forcing herself to remember what took place. Quickly she was brought back to that morning.
The night after her ex-husband was humiliated as he unwillingly watched as she made primal, ravenous love to her master. Once Revan was far enough away from hearing his wife scream with pleasure, begging her master for more as she was fucked anally by a cock all men, including Revan himself, wanted, he went straight to the king to tell him of the divorce she wanted. The king, knowing full well that the marriage was not long for this world, sighed depressively as he asked for the marriage papers which where created the day Amyla and Revan married. In the subtext on the final page of the old document he read in silence as his son-in-law stood there trying to forget that he enjoyed his wife fucking another man.
She was woken up late by her handmaids Suki and Belle, forcing her to put on something presentable for an audience with her father. Hurrying and with confusion Amyla dressed in a simple white and gold dress which hung loosely over her toned hourglass body. As she approached, she knew there was something amiss, the usual lively atmosphere of the castle was more sombre and almost mournful as she passed a group of guards led by Jonna. He stopped once he got to her and rested his hand on her shoulder comfortingly telling her it will be ok.
At the time Amyla remembered being dizzy with thoughts, what was going on? Had she said something the night before whist drunk with lust? It was soon revealed once she reached the large throne room. In the middle of the stone, tapestry covered hall there stood a small square marble table which held up a sheet of parchment and a quill pen. As she approached the guards looked sad as they tried to avert their gaze from the beautiful young princess.
Her bare feet tapped the cold floor as she saw her father and step-mother sitting on their silver thrones, wearing their crowns together like this was a formal trial for treason. Amyla remembered exactly what was said at this fateful morning. Her father had told her that the prince accepted the divorce, and signed the relevant papers. She felt the ring burn lightly as she heard what he did. The last time the ring ever burned.
"You know his terms of divorce my sweet child." The king muttered, tears reluctantly falling down his plump but soft cheeks. She looked over the papers and signed with defeat, Revan had used this as a weapon in the past.
She looked over the text written by a master calligrapher, there it read 'She who signs this paper will divorce Prince Revan. In exchange for accepting this divorce, her lineage of the throne must be forfeit to the Prince and she must be cast out from the city, never to return.' Recalling those words Amyla let a tear roll down her face. She remembered asking her father
"And what of my child?" Amyla asked.
To which he replied "You will stay until he is born, only then once you have recovered from the birth you will be escorted out."
The part which hurt her the most was the fate of her love, the human who changed her life from a toxic marriage to what she knew was freedom from hell. "The human has been forced to leave already. His memory wiped and all knowledge of you has been taken."
She sat up on her bed and ran her fingers through her long silky blonde hair, even when recently giving birth to beautiful baby girl she still looked perfect; albeit with bloodshot eyes and a red face from crying. She looked toward her bedside table, seeing a shining necklace holding a bright green gemstone. It was the only thing she had left of Geon besides the shirt she currently wore. It was left there on their bed once she returned from signing the papers, he must have brought it from the town during his freedom...after she became his. She reached over to the table and clutched it in her soft pale hands, slowly putting it on around her neck. She held the emerald stone up and examined it, remembering that even if she tracked him down, he would never remember...the spell was just too powerful...
"Holy Shit...My spell!" Amyla quickly stuffed the necklace between her breasts, letting it rest cosily between her E cup tits as she bounced up with a burst of happiness. Her spell which she had performed on Geon that day...she wanted to make him immortal, but with what happened it would have been bad; as being immortal and not remembering why would have been bad. But she cast a special spell, that one day, his bloodline will produce a man who would possess identical features as the host of the spell. She felt her heart leap. She would just need to find him...
"I'll do it." she said to herself. She had decided that she would spend her immortal life travelling the outside world, knowing that one day she will sense the magic take effect, she will know. Bravely, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, snapping her fingers she could see her pointed ears slowly retract back, getting smaller and smaller until they looked identical to a human's ears. Taking a deep breath, she held her head high like a princess would and strutted out of the room, leaving the wedding ring to never be touched again.
50 Years Since Banishment.
The Raging Stallion Tavern was always bustling full of soldiers who where stationed at a garrison 30 miles south of the town. It was like most evenings, men drinking until they could not walk, slurring their flirts to the serving maids and female customers. One such woman finished her drink and lightly placed it down on the table. She was a tall and pretty woman, with short black hair and defining cheekbones and dull blue eyes. She was admiring one of the barmaids who owned a share of the business. She, like the rest of the tavern, would admire her beauty. Her long blonde hair swayed as she walked in that sexy way. The owner knew she was like a goddess, and she loved the attention.
The drinking woman tapped the table to get her attention. The blonde woman approached with a large jug of frothing ale in one hand, and a slightly tarnished silver platted held under her armpit, pushing her large tits together.
"Another sweet thing?" She asked pouting her lips as she looked down at the drinking woman with glowing green eyes. The woman smiled and leaned back in her chair sliding the cup toward her.
"How about you join me for a moment of two?" She asked raising an eyebrow. The blonde woman giggled and shrugged, sitting down opposite her.
"I've seen you here before. What's your name?" the barmaid asked, scanning her companion up and down.
"I am Samantha...And you?" The woman grinned as she poured the cup until the foam of the alcohol overlapped and started to fall on the table.
"You know my name is Amyla. I may look like a whore but I see a lot here in my tavern. I've seen you stare at me more than the guys do in here."
