“I’ll go find her alone.” I said. “She won’t come here unless it is I who ask her to return.”
“Sir?” Jeremiah was confused. “You surely don’t mean…”
“Yes Jeremiah, I’m going to bring Olivia back to the castle.” I said.
As I slid a small blade beneath my gauntlet, and strapped a short sword to my waist, Jeremiah readied two horses for our journey ahead. I was dressed in common rangers’ clothing so as to not attract attention when I reached the small village to the north. It was there that my sister Olivia was last seen. She was banished from the castle years ago by my mother who grew jealous of Olivia’s beauty and influence on the King.
She was my older sister and we were very close when she was still living in the castle. She was very kind and beautiful and taught me how to read and pointed out all the different species of birds and plants in the garden to me. I was devastated the day she was dragged out of the palace and tossed onto the streets. I swore I would one day find a way to bring her back and now that I was King, it was time.
Jeremiah and I rode out of the castle discreetly in the middle of the night. We traveled through the imperial city to the rural country side. Within four hours we arrived at the quaint village on the mountainside. We checked into the local inn and slept through the night. We awoke just as the shops opened for business. For hours we went from vendor to vendor describing Olivia in hope of someone leading us to her.
When last I saw her she was 5’5, light skinned, had piercing light blue eyes, luscious chestnut hair, pouty lips, full breasts, and long smooth legs. She was now about 23 years old. Finally a blacksmith said she sounded similar to a young girl who worked in the large house on the upper eastern side of the village.
We were able to locate the house within an hour and when we entered, we found ourselves in a small waiting room isolated from the rest of the house by a velvet red curtain. A provocatively dressed woman came out and greeted us.
“Good evening gentlemen how may I assist you today?” She asked.
“I’m looking for a girl…” I went on to describe Olivia and the woman nodded along, interrupting me halfway through.
“You’re looking for Scarlet, Scarlet!” she called out. A moment later I was shocked to see my sister Olivia walk through the curtain in eloquent lingerie, a blood red corset and short skirt from which she must have derived her nickname. “Scarlet will explain our rates to you.” The woman said.
Olivia led me through the curtain, up to the second floor, past a series of rooms until we entered one with a single large bed inside.
“I’ll stroke your cock for two pieces of silver, suck your cock for four pieces of silver, fuck you for seven, anything else is extra.” She said in a professional tone.
I was silent, trying to comprehend how the sister I had loved was now a whore. She was no longer the respectable princess she had once been, what was I to do now? My concentration was broken and my eyes widened when she spread herself across the bed and motioned for me to join her.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” My sister asked.
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