The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Tale of Queen Arta Ch. 02

Author's Note: Chapter 2 has been a LONG time coming. No pun intended here. I had an idea of what I wanted to do with the series but couldn't quite find the voice, the inspiration, the time to make progress. It has lurked in the shadows of my computer, begging for completion. At long last, it is here, completed. With the amount of time intervening, I fear this chapter--and those that succeed it--will feel like when a second author inherits the work of the first. I hope this is no disappointment and that you enjoy it.

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Missing. Killed. Disappeared. Or just plain moved on, men being such fickle beasts as they are, after all. Whatever the case, whatever the story, her Violet Knight had vanished. Neither man, nor beast, nor lady, nor vagabond had reported sight or sound of the warrior for well over six months.

She had first become worried when the Yule had passed and he had not come. The soft-spoken promises of lovemaking always bear with them a sense of impossibility and of longing, but the promise to see each other beneath the Yuletide moon had not been one so birthed. That which should have been a time of celebration instead proved a time for despondence and introspection. All those explanations for why he hadn't returned, or might not have returned, as promised poured through her head day after day, often multiple times a day, until she could remain idle no longer.

She knew that to actively seek news of the Violet Knight would open ...

... her personal affairs to the machines of state and society, but she also knew she had no real alternative. The pointed request for information went out via some few parallel channels, most importantly via the captain of the guard, Sir Gottfried, and via the court wizard, Maester Erln. Neither of these avenues had proven worthwhile, with many a coin or favor dispensed and returned with trivial or downright useless result. It was only after a few months of this nigh-futile search that Erln had, begrudgingly at that, proffered one final direction of search: the red-headed hedge witch living mere miles beyond the castle walls. It had not taken long for the failure of their extant search to prompt Arta to dispatch her guards to find the identified woman.

And so Queen Arta Dragonborn sat on her gilded throne in silence, watching as two of her guards dragged the young woman in question towards the throne. Ironically enough, Arta had seen this woman unknowingly a few times before in several court complaints, some accusing her of misdeeds and some of her own at another's expense. The woman's face bore upon it a jubilant defiance, simultaneously furious for being treated thus and enjoying that the Queen herself had demanded her presence. Her brilliantly red hair tumbled around flushed cheeks and piercing eyes. Eyes the sort most could not meet in sustained contact, yet Arta's blazed back. The redhead's smile widened.

"Oh, mighty Queen Arta, whatever do you need of me?" The woman ...