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Hatching A Heroine
Chapter 9
Written by Emilie Ember
Edited by Talia Elliott Belser
Hood thrown back to show her face, dark skin and red hair on proud
display, Lonna stomped her way out of the clothing shop and into the
streets.
Behind her walked a confused Melissa driven forward by three armed men
and one brown furred rabbit Sapphi, who'd apparently been keeping watch
out front. The silver krakens on blue indicated their fealty to the
countess of Koleff. That, combined with the quality of their plate, said
they probably served the countess's manor directly rather than the city
as a whole. It was likely they had each had detailed pedigrees, dating
back through generations of service - and knights sworn to them, who
they'd bring to Koleff's defense in war.
Their blood would run red as any others', though, if anyone dared touch
so much as a clod of Talith's clay.
"Lonna?" Melissa called out to her, voice hesitant, eyes wide. "Why did
he call you a princess?" The same question Melissa had asked in the
store.
As before, Lonna chose to ignore it.
The people around her were less inclined to do so. Already, Lonna could
hear the whispers spreading through the populace. Snippets of
conversation, including "Princess Lonna?" and "The runaway?"
It made her grind her teeth near to dust.
At least they were all smart enough to get out of her way. In fact, they
were all but rushing to clear the streets, pressing themselves up
against the store fronts so that Lonna could stomp forward.
Mere seconds after Lonna passed by an area, the cityfolk would slam into
the space she'd occupied, and begin to whisper among themselves. As
such, Melissa and the guards had little choice but to follow closely in
Lonna's wake.
Not that Lonna actually knew where she was going. She'd never actually
visited the countess's manor, as a princess - or if she had, she must
have been too young to remember it. Sorissa had marched her out of the
castle, occasionally, if only for carefully curated events.
The rest of the time she'd been kept behind walls, so that she wouldn't
learn of Sorissa's villainy.
Not that she could tell Melissa that. It wasn't as if Melissa would
understand, or even care. All she'd hear was that Lonna was Sorissa's
daughter. That she was Sorissa's heir. Just like everyone else did.
There were only three people who'd ever accepted her for herself: her
dead mother, her captive brother, and...
Well, Vellos was probably fine, but still.
"Lonna?" Melissa repeated, yet again. "Please. I can't understand if you
don't talk to me."
"There's nothing to understand," Lonna replied, finally turning to glare
at Melissa. For some reason, Melissa's tall and muscular visage looked
blurry to Lonna. She blinked her eyes, a few times, and things seemed to
clear.
"There's nothing to understand," Lonna repeated. "I'm the princess. The
queen's daughter. The rightful heir. It's just like you heard. I'm the
runaway princess! The tree-forsaken daughter of a dragon and the tyrant
queen, the epitome of all that is wicked and rotten in this world!
Everything you, the heroine, are meant to destroy - all right here, in
one tiny little package! Maybe after you take on Sorissa, you can have
me for your damn dessert!"
Lonna wasn't sure when her feet had started moving. She only knew that
she was now standing directly in front of Melissa, glaring up at the
heroine. Her vision was blurry again, for some reason, and her cheeks
were wet.
"Lonna... You're crying?"
Lonna looked up at the heroine, mouth opening and closing, unable to
respond with grace. After a moment, she snapped her jaw shut, wiped the
tears from her eyes, and turned to glare at the guards.
"Well!? You were ordered to take me to the countess, weren't you? Do
so!"
The four guards exchanged glances. Only one stepped forward; the lapine
Sapphi. She bowed her head to Lonna, briefly, and led the way forward.
Lonna followed, a silent Melissa in tow.
***
Melissa stood, shifting nervously from foot to foot, in front of a large
desk.
On the desk was a small, polished, wooden box, a sheaf of papers, a
writing quill, and an inkwell.
Sitting behind the desk was a woman. Her short blonde hair was cut
right at the nape of her neck; she had deep green eyes. A sword, hilted
with a large squid with tentacles for quillons, was sheathed and belted
to her waist. Her eyes shifted continuously between Lonna and Melissa,
studying them with the intensity of a bird of prey eyeing its dinner.
Lonna, meanwhile, was staring not at the sitting countess, but at the
brunette maid standing behind her. Melissa wasn't sure if it was some
sort of power play, or what, but the maid was clearly nervous from the
attention. She kept fidgeting and the smile on her face was under
growing strain.
"If you have something to say to my maid," the countess declared at
last, "perhaps you'd like to discuss it aloud? That way we can all be
privy to the conversation." The woman smiled sweetly as she spoke, but
her gaze was hard.
"I have nothing to say to her," Lonna replied, finally shifting her gaze
to the noblewoman before her.
There was a squeak from the maid, at that, which caused the countess to
lift an eyebrow. "I admit that when Tabitha said she knew the runaway
princess, I had my doubts. And when she insisted you'd definitely be the
one accompanying our 'heroine...' Well. I'm ashamed to say I might have
questioned her sanity."
The countess chuckled, faintly, to herself. "I'll have to make it up to
her, later."
"I'm sure you will." Lonna scowled as she spoke, her gaze still almost
boring a hole through Tabitha.
"Of course, I assume you do have proof that you're the true princess?"
The countess lifted an eyebrow as she spoke.
"Why should I prove anything to you?" Lonna demanded, turning her glower
to the countess. "I'm not doing a tree-forsaken thing until I know my
brother is safe."
"Your brother. The Lapsi, you mean?" The countess frowned for a moment,
then shook her head. "He is well and good, I assure you; you will be
free to join him shortly. But first, I really must insist that you prove
yourself to me.
"Otherwise, I fear I will have no choice but to dispose of the seditious
heroine, and the imposter princess. I will promise not to hurt the
Lapsi, though, if it'll make you more cooperative. He's of no use or
worth to me, regardless."
Lonna glared at the countess for a moment longer. Then, slowly, she
reached a hand up to her head, and undid the twine from one of her hair
buns.
Beneath the frizzy red hair was a small horn - a small, brown
protrusion, smooth at the base but broken and jagged at the tip.
"Satisfied?" Lonna snapped, quickly tying her hair back into a bun.
"...A dragon's antlers are usually gold. Yet yours are as dark as a
dryad's tree. You truly are the child of those monsters, aren't you?"
The countess smiled as she spoke, but it didn't reach her stony green
eyes, and her voice was cold enough to send chills down Melissa's spine.
Which made it all the more shocking when the countess stood, and bowed
stiffly to the waist.
"I am Liliath, the countess of Koleff. Loyal servant to the queendom of
Resperan." Straightening with those words, she turned her cold gaze to
Melissa. "Now tell me: what in the world are you doing with the
heroine?"
"...Sorissa always told me, as a child, that she'd be with me until the
heroine herself took her away from me. So I summoned the heroine to do
just that." Lonna jutted her chin out as she spoke, as if daring the
countess to speak against her.
Liliath smiled in response, eyes still lingering on Melissa even as she
spoke to Lonna. "A loyal subject would bring you to your mother and have
your royal behind spanked for such comments about our queen. After
seeing to the heroine's death, that is."
Melissa swallowed, hard.
Lonna glared at the countess. "Are you a loyal subject, then?"
"I am loyal to the queendom of Resperan," Liliath responded, smoothly.
"Long has it stood, and long may it stand yet."
"And the queen who rules Resperan?" Lonna pressed, placing her hands on
the desk and leaning forward.
Liliath glanced at the small hands on her desk, and smiled faintly. "The
queen's word is meant to represent the queendom."
"You know it doesn't..." Lonna snarled back. "Unless you think it was
the will of the kingdom for your brother to die?"
Liliath's hand darted to her sword, a clear threat. Smoke was curling
from Lonna's lips.
"May I say something?" Melissa asked, voice soft, and a little scared,
but trying to keep firm.
"No." Lonna's eyes snapped to Melissa with that word.
The countess, however, took a step back from the desk and removed her
hand from her sword.
"Speak," Liliath commanded. "I would hear what the heroine has to say
before condemning her to death."
"...I'm no heroine..." Melissa said, voice quiet. She kept her eyes on
the table, not looking at either woman, but she could imagine their
reactions: Liliath, eyes wide, staring. Lonna, glaring with all her
might.
"I'm really not the heroine," Melissa repeated. "I'm not... I'm not even
really a girl. My real name's... I mean... I was born male, and. I
just..."
Melissa sighed.
"I got summoned into this world, in this body. So. I went along with it?
I asked everyone to call me Melissa, made them all use she and her
pronouns. Played at the idea that I could actually rescue people... But
I'm not the heroine.
"I'm not even a girl. I'm just... I'm just a guy, trying to get home.
I'm only even trying to defeat Sorissa, so I can use her library to find
a spell that'll take me back. And give me my proper body.
"I just..." Taking a deep breath, Melissa finally lifted her eyes to
meet Liliath's steely gaze. "I'm just a guy. Not the heroine."
"Why would you reveal this to me?" Liliath asked, voice soft, gaze hard.
"Because if I'm honest about this... Maybe you'll believe I'm being
honest about something else: That from what I've seen, the queen isn't
representing this land at all. From what I've seen, the queendom would
be better off without her. From what I've seen... I think you all could
do better."
"I see..." Liliath murmured, a dark chuckle rising from her throat.
"Tell me, my self-proclaimed good man. What does it feel like, being in
that body? Compared to your old one, I mean."
"It's... Lighter?" Melissa offered, blinking in confusion. "I mean, I'm
a lot stronger, so. Everything feels... lighter. And smoother. And soft,
and nice? Like... Like it's... I don't know. Like it's right. Even
though it isn't."
"I see," the countess repeated, a small smile on her features. "Guards!"
The moment she called, the door opened, revealing the rabbit Sapphi that
had guarded them earlier.
The countess smiled, sweetly. "Please, take the heroine to her guest
chambers. And get her properly dressed.
"We'll be dining together, tonight. Tell me, Melissa. Have you ever had
goose?"
"I... I don't think so..." Melissa admitted, a little confused.
"Then let tonight be the first time. Now, if you'd please go with my
bannerlords? I have a few things to discuss with my Princess."
Melissa shot Lonna a look, but her companion's eyes were only for the
countess.
After a moment of uncertainty, Melissa nodded her head, and then headed
out with the Sapphi guard.
***
Lonna stared into the countess's eyes, full of resentment. Resentment
over Talith. Resentment over Melissa's refusal to accept the role of
heroine.
Resentment that the tree-forsaken countess was still standing, too.
Lonna's neck was aching and stiff, raised towards a woman who towered
over her. Not that she ever let that stop her when it came to Melissa or
Talith. She'd let the trees take her before she let go of a staring
match against someone only a hand and two fingers taller than she was!
"You seem to be taking this as a personal grudge..." Liliath murmured,
shaking her head, breaking eye contact. She dropped back down in her
chair.
"Tabitha. Bring Lonna a chair, would you?"
Tabitha bowed, and scurried out of the room, leaving the two women
staring at each other once more.
Once again, it was the countess who broke the silence.
"If the queen of Resperan falls, the queendom will fall into the same
chaos as the rest of Auroris. What are your plans to prevent that?"
"E-Excuse me?" Lonna demanded, taken aback by the sudden line of
questioning. "I... The people will-"
"Without a proper line of succession, the queendom will fall to
infighting among nobles. From there, it's only a matter of time before
the outlaws outside our border try and worm their way in for a slice of
the apple.
"Sorissa has made the border towns dependent on the warm bodies she
provides - loyal to her, and no one else. They keep the chaos at bay for
her alone. Who will they listen to when Sorissa is gone? Who can keep
them untied?"
"I... I don't know..." Lonna whispered, finally looking away from the
countess. "I don't know."
"Even Sorissa is better than chaos," Liliath declared, her voice flat
and hard as steel. "But there is a third option."
"A... What?" Lonna asked, attention now raptly focused on the countess.
"Despite being known as the runaway princess, you are still Sorissa's
one and only heir. The only child born of a handfasting between the
dragon and the false queen."
"The dragon princess had no more right to rule than Sorissa, though,"
Lonna pointed out.
"Does any queen? Sorissa founded her rule on Arasitelle's right to all
of Auroris. It was Arasitelle who officially annexed Resperan, and gave
it to Sorissa, for all that she had already conquered it herself.
"You are their child. You are their heir. A decision Sorissa has not, to
this day, undone. Every house that is pledged to Sorissa will lawfully
and rightfully pass to you. By laws Sorissa legislated.
"Which means those who respect her law will in turn respect your claim.
Not that you won't have to work to keep it, of course - we'll have a lot
of work ahead of us, even after Sorissa's gone, if we want to keep ahead
of things."
"But..." Lonna felt like she'd dunked her head into a stream and came up
dry. Nothing was making sense. "The people. The people will never accept
me! Not after everything Sorissa's done!"
"No?" Liliath chuckled. "But they will accept the heroine."
Lonna's eyes widened in shock. "The... The heroine?"
"The one who deposed Sorissa. If she were to wed you, and the two of you
ruled together as Queen and Princess-Consort, then the people and the
nobles both would bend a knee."
"Melissa would never agree to that," Lonna protested. "She wants to go
back home. She doesn't even believe she's the heroine. She..."
Lonna sighed, looking down at the floor. "She isn't even a girl."
"Yet you still call her one in your head, do you not?" Liliath asked.
"She just asked me to use she and her, so..." Lonna frowned, uncertain.
"I mean, you can be one thing and call yourself another, I do that all
the time, so..."
"...As you say, dear."
Liliath was still smirking when the door opened, and Tabith came in
carrying a cushioned chair. She deposited it quickly behind Lonna, and
attempted to scurry back to her position behind Liliath, only for
Liliath to raise her hand.
"Take Lonna to her bedroom, would you dear? Her brother is waiting
there. I'm sure they'll want to be reunited, while I have my dinner with
Melissa."
"...Yes, my Countess," Tabitha said, tugging her skirts up. "If you'll
follow me please."
Without so much as meeting Lonna's gaze, she walked toward the hallway.
Lonna spared the countess a frown, but quickly followed after Tabitha,
catching up just in time to catch her as she turned down a hallway.
"What are you trying to do?" Lonna complained. "Get me lost in here?"
"I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem if you got lost, Princess," Tabitha
responded, her voice pitched low enough that no maids they passed might
hear them. "You'd simply have to find another servant to guide you."
"Well, maybe I don't want another servant to guide me," Lonna declared,
picking up her pace to try and keep up with Tabitha's longer stride.
"Maybe I want to have a little conversation with this maid."
"And what conversation would that be?" Tabitha asked, voice dripping
with all the sweetness of poisoned honey.
"Oh, you know. About how the guards knew I'd be with the heroine?
Because it's funny - back in Ife, Melissa's poster didn't mention me."
Lonna picked up her pace until she was side by side with the maid.
"You're the only outsider I told about my plans to, Tabitha. The only
one I kept in contact with after leaving for Ife."
"I..." Tabitha's footsteps faltered, though only for a moment. "Fine, it
was me. Is that what you wish to hear? The countess has been... The
countess has been very kind to me, offering me a job here despite my
inexperience... and I saw a chance to prove myself."
"You saw a chance to prove yourself?" Lonna's voice broke a little, mid
sentence, drawing the gaze of an errant blonde maid as Lonna and Tabitha
walked through the hallway. "After everything we went through? I thought
we had something-"
"Shhhhhhhh!" whispered Tabitha, desperately, gesturing with her hands
for Lonna to lower her voice. "You know how maids talk..."
"...Are you ashamed of me?" Lonna demanded.
Tabitha came to a dead stop, before turning around with a quizzical
expression on her face.
"Well. Yes. I thought that was obvious. I mean, Lonna - you're the
runaway dragon princess. Who wouldn't be ashamed of having slept with
you?"
Lonna stared into Tabitha's eyes for a long moment.
Everything made sense again. Everything was exactly the way she'd always
expected it to be.
"...Your room's here," Tabitha said, pushing the door open.
Lonna nodded, without a word, and walked right in.
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