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-This fiction contains bondage and slavery themes and may not be for everyone.-

I was physically tired, driving for several hours, immediately following a plane ride to what used to be Germany. Perhaps being overly paranoid, perhaps the worries of an amateur, but very little information was given to me. An address, and a date. That was all. Mentally, I could not be more anxious and excited. This was my meet-and-greet, a chance for first impressions. I will be exemplary.

I was alone in my car this time, no driver.Very little to see while driving, some overgrown ruins of a civilization abandoned. An occasional security VTOL could be seen in the horizon, scanning for trouble- or hunting for it. My GPS indicated that I was minutes away. I glance to it's screen- no landmarks or indications of society. The dusk sky gives way to a dark, moonless night. Emerging from a grand forest, the glowing estate came into view at a distance. Unlike the Goddess's villa, this building was modern, and highly stylized. A three-story obelisk of a building, with luminescent glass exterior. Digital glass- it's current setting capturing the interior of the empty rooms and projecting them outward, giving the interior occupants complete privacy while not hiding the grand decor of the house's luxurious furnishings.

The house was anything but empty. That much is abundantly clear, the brightly-lit vista flamboyantly exaggerating the grandeur of the event. I drive up to ta closed steel gate, the only visible entrance. Lowering my car window, peering out at a small security camera, it's focal lenses rotating and focusing on my face, before halting. I start to get worried. Several moments pass, with no activity. I look around with worry.There was no one to talk outside the estate's gates to inquire. Just the camera. My fears are soon alleviated, as the massive steel gate clicks and starts to slide to the side. I breathe a sigh of relief and enter the vista, the gate closing behind me. The entrance road was surrounded in a hedgemaze-like labyrinth of fascinating landscape, beautifully sculpted flowers and trees, not in any particular shape, but flowing like a painter's brush.

Around a circular path, I come to the beautiful entrance of the abode, an arcing steel beam over a reinforced set of glass doors. Outside, two of the Order's knights came into view, very similar to the Goddess's, with a slight coloration difference to their robes, possibly to indicate a more generalized fealty to the Order than to the Goddess herself. They both approach, beautifully swaying in the emanating light. One of them opens my car door, and extends an open hand, speaking in a terse, flat tone. "Lady Maloway. We've been expecting you." I take the her gloved hand and remove myself from my car. The other knight takes my place and closes the door, much like a valet. The knight, seeing that I have no parcels to carry, gestures a hand towards the house and begins to walk me towards it. "Please excuse our lengthy security measures. Your face has been added to our global registry. It will not take so long again."

"It's no problem at all." I respond with a slight smile, though my eyes are transfixed on the doorway. There is a slight chill in the air, but I wear no coat. I wear a black corset, with frilly lining, low-cut to tease my upper chest. My shoulders remain bare, but individual sleeves are affixed to my forearms, traveling down my limbs, widely open and swaying at their ends. A bunched black lace adorns my neck, with a small red rose adorning the center. A skirt sways below my waist, stopping just below my knees, allowing a few inches of skin before my small boots finish my wardrobe. My hair is again tied in a large ponytail, gathered up and trailing to the center of my back.

"Where is this place..? I was only given an invitation, with no details.." I ask, with a slightly embarrassed tone, trying to break the silence.

"Chateau Kette, Lady Maloway. It is one of the various event locations, owned collectively by the Order." The knight answers, grasping one of the door handles and swinging the portal open. I should have expected as much, even from the little I have seen of the knights. They respond robotically, giving only the requested information and nothing more. For the first time, I wonder if they are even human.

I enter into the glowing hall, my grey eyes adjusting slightly. I can make out the faint chattering of several guests ahead of me. The knight closes the door. To my surprise, she takes my arm in hers. "Please, this way, Lady Maloway. It's customary for introductions to be an announced event." Even with the Order's blood flowing through me, I still feel shy at this turn. Nevertheless, I put on my friendliest smile and allow the knight to escort me towards the growing symphony of voices.

We cross the threshold into the main hall, a massive room. Innumerable sights and sounds filled my senses at once. White curtains flowed and weaved through the room, giving it quite the heavenly, soft environment, though the room was filled with gold and silver furniture. The room felt suitable for an order devoted towards a Goddess. I am unable to focus clearly, however, guided by the arm of my temporary knight companion towards the center of the room. Dozens of young women- all, presumably, my new sisters in the Order- turn their gaze towards me, subtly, if not outright. I feel a slight blush on my cheeks, the proud center of attention.

The knight released my arm, and cleared her throat. What little ambient noise there was in the hall quickly dissipated as she spoke up. Even with her terse, quiet tone, she commanded a certain respect as a knight.

"May I have your attention. Membership of the Coven- on April the seventeenth, of Her year, aught twenty two, our Goddess invited another sister into Her divine Order." I beam a slightly bashful smile at the crowd as they stare, and my introduction continues. "Lady Elena Maloway. She is of divine blood, blessed with Her gift. Under Her command, treat your new sister with respect, and love." The speech was hopelessly cheesy and archaic, and everything I imagined it would be. A massive juxtaposition to the casual, laid-back, and playful nature of the Goddess herself.

With that, the knight bowed graciously, he robes beautifully trailing her movements, and left me to the mass of attention upon me. Dozens of young women, all of a similar age to me, all very likely high-born to legacy families, if dress and ornament are any indication. I even recognized a couple faces from my family's old parties. We're meeting under much different circumstances now.

A few of the sisters close in on me, but one stands out most of all, a shorter, frail-looking girl, with pure snow-white hair, doubling down to her shoulders in hoop-like pigtails. She was wearing a pair of stylized sunglasses, which matched the antiquated, "lolita"-style of dress. I turned to her immediately and gave a bright smile. She halted in her movements and nodded sweetly in greetings. She spoke in a rather frail, quiet tone. "Lady Maloway, was it? Let me be the first to welcome you. My name is Claire DuPont, an advisor to the Goddess Sierra." She gave a cute smile. It was strange to hear that one so small and un-intimidating may be the highest-ranking member of the Order present, but I can't help but these contradictions are purely by design, that the Goddess found beauty in the most unexpected.

I tilted my head a bit in surprise. "Dupont, as in the Dupont oil refineries?" I asked in a soft, friendly tone. She nodded in response. "I've been to a few events, but I don't think we've ever met, formally. To think we'd end up together, again.. under these circumstances." I halted, wondering if this was truly coincidence. All members of the Order appeared to be extremely wealthy and of powerful stature. Did it reinforce the idea that there really is Goddess's "chosen"? Or are those with the Goddess's interests simply excluded from the Order?

My thinking is interrupted by an unexpected hug to my arm, forcing me to stumble to the side a bit. "Hello, new sister!" One of the residents apparently did not waste any time in her introductions. The girl clinging to my side had bright blue eyes and feathered blonde hair, wearing a pure white sundress that showed more skin than most other of the girls. "My name's Heather Stiles. I absolutely love your sleeves!" She seemed rather excitable and energetic. I was not used to being touched so forcefully, but I was secretly graceful for someone relieving any tension with such unconventional acts.

Claire sighed a bit and pulled on Heather's earlobe, forcing her to tilt her head. "Now now, you're being too forceful, again. She's not one of your pets." The scolded girl made a cute, pouty face and released my arm, obeying her albino superior. Claire turned her face to me with a soft smile. "Please excuse Heather, she gets carried away. You should see her with her pets.." She says with a tiny giggle. "So utterly affectionate with them all.."

My eyes lit up at the sudden forwardness of the remark, nearly forgetting the staple of the Order. "Her pets, of course!' I exclaim, immediately regretting my awkwardness. Each one of these young women was the owner of several human beings, slaves, to be utilized and treated as their owners wished.

Claire continued. "Today is your first day... given the rules that are currently in place, I am assuming you don't yet have any." She correctly asserted. "Stephanie, come, girl."

Much like Goddess's poor creature, Mei, a maid slave with curly blond hair hurried through the crowds to reach us, hobbling with shackled bare ankles. This pretty, young thing, however, had it's wrist shackles threaded through eyebolts extruding from the bottom of a metal plate. The dish contained several glasses of wine. She was also wearing a pure white maid outfit, to match the heavily "pure" decor of the room. Once slowly and carefully reaching us, the maid sank to her knees, a somewhat clumsy action to take with no hands and chained ankles. She offered the plate of wines to us, and I was free to take one.

I gently wrapped my fingers around the glass and lifted it, forcing the girl to adjust the weight of the plate. I personally knew the penalties for clumsiness. I finally respond to Claire's question. "No, I've never been able to experience... that." I say with a saddened, yet anticipatory tone.

Claire and Heather giggled to each other. "What torture!" Claire explained softly. "But everyone here remembers what it was like to have the Goddess's gift, and being unable to fulfill your urges." She tilted her head a bit and I could see the pink irises behind her sunglasses. "It will be everything you thought it would be. The Gift never disappoints."

I released a sigh of relief and happiness at the comforting words. "I am quite... anxious, really.. I have gone over ownership over and over, in my head." I admit.

Heather circles around the kneeling maid, stroking her fingers through the girl's hair. "We know, we know. But... once you're home, and you realize it's ALL on your terms, you'll come into it. The Gift guides you quite a bit. You just know what feels right." She explains cheerfully.

Claire then took my hand gently in hers. "Please, Elena, allow me to introduce you around. Don't worry, everyone's always happy to meet a new sister." I agreed with a smile, taking a glance back at the friendly Heather, who was more pre-occupied in teasing and stroking the kneeling maid to notice me.

I went around the room, saying my hellos. Many were talking casually, but the more stimulating overheard conversations regarded their own personal preferences for their slaves. My eyes fluttered, as I caught words in the distance- "locked," "solitary," "chained," "shackles." I had become a full-fledged believer in the Goddess's gift as my body slight doses of pleasure on the mere mention of these perils. It hits me like truck, for the first time ever, causing me to sway slightly. Oddly enough, I had felt the slight murmurs of suggestion conditioned in me by way of satisfaction grow in me since my encounter with the Goddess. Did she do something to me to exacerbate my addictions, or fortify my loyalty?

With an exhaled breath, I excuse myself swiftly from my most recent conversation. My vision was slightly blurred, my mind dazed by her desires. The lace in the room double, and I see the illusion of melting ice, the white sheen traveling through them like fiber-optic wires. Have I been drugged? I ran to the back of the room, thankfully unoccupied by many, despite a spread of hor'd ourves being sprawled out on a long table adorned with silky white lacing. I walk to the banquet and take another glass of wine, sipping it with two of my hands, clasped tightly around. I slowly lower my glass as my eyes raise. My eyes are drawn to the pointed toes of a human foot, hanging meters above the feast. I look up to the angelic sight. A white leotard adorned her body, leaving much of her milky white skin exposed. In my more solitary moment, I am able to take in the room. All the draping silks, weaving through the ceiling, arcing beautifully across the room, converged in this one centerpiece, beautiful trailing downward in white ribbons. Soft white lights, hidden among the brambles of white silk, focused on it's target. A beautiful slave girl with milky-white skin, woven beautifully into the hanging fabrics, her slender arms coming together above her head at an angle, held up by the curling silks. She was naked, two of the soft ribbons curling around her body to tastefully cover her breasts and waist. Her wraps protruded from her back in two different directions, giving the illusion of massive white wings. One of her legs extended, curled and held up behind her, her ankle entwined gracefully. The slave's body seemed to float in stasis above the table, the weaves around her body appearing so delicate. Her arms, together, reaching upwards, as if an angel, ascending towards the heavens. This girl was silent, and wore naught but a white silk blindfold around her eyes, the only fabric unconnected to the rest of the exhibit.

Viewing this beautiful maiden, delicate and bound as she was, silently hovering in the air, hit me with exorbitant pleasure. My hand, losing strength, dropped the wineglass to the floor, causing an audible clink. My hand clenched against my leg, as I spin around and leaned my rear against the table for support, my head drooped forward. Exhaling a few deep breaths, I finally regained some control of my thoughts and rose my head swiftly, causing my hair to flip forward. The guests were staring. I peered into their faces with deep embarrassment, still breathing deeply. They did not look displeased, but their mouths were slightly ajar. Claire emerged from the crowd, placing a hand on my shoulder for comfort. She maintained her flat, barely emotional smile. I began to immediately whisper to her. "I am so, so sorry.. I lost... control, and I made a fool of myself..."

After a few moments, Claire raises my chin with her fingers, and stares into my eyes with her glasses-obscured eyes. "Our stares... are that of envy." She begins. "We have all been through the same situation, but Her blessing of you was quite.. intense."

I put a curled hand to my chest. "I need my own." I demanded, quite forcefully. Inhaling one final breath to breath quieter.

Claire's fingers trailed down my arm. "It is your birthright, and indeed, it has been prepared. Please, follow me."

Description
-This fiction contains bondage and slavery themes and may not be for everyone.-

I was physically tired, driving for several hours, immediately following a plane ride to what used to be Germany. Perhaps being overly paranoid, perhaps the worries of an amateur, but very little information was given to me. An address, and a date. That was all. Mentally, I could not be more anxious and excited. This was my meet-and-greet, a chance for first impressions. I will be exemplary.

I was alone in my car this time, no driver.Very little to see while driving, some overgrown ruins of a civilization abandoned. An occasional security VTOL could be seen in the horizon, scanning for trouble- or hunting for it. My GPS indicated that I was minutes away. I glance to it's screen- no landmarks or indications of society. The dusk sky gives way to a dark, moonless night. Emerging from a grand forest, the glowing estate came into view at a distance. Unlike the Goddess's villa, this building was modern, and highly stylized. A three-story obelisk of a building, with luminescent glass exterior. Digital glass- it's current setting capturing the interior of the empty rooms and projecting them outward, giving the interior occupants complete privacy while not hiding the grand decor of the house's luxurious furnishings.

The house was anything but empty. That much is abundantly clear, the brightly-lit vista flamboyantly exaggerating the grandeur of the event. I drive up to ta closed steel gate, the only visible entrance. Lowering my car window, peering out at a small security camera, it's focal lenses rotating and focusing on my face, before halting. I start to get worried. Several moments pass, with no activity. I look around with worry.There was no one to talk outside the estate's gates to inquire. Just the camera. My fears are soon alleviated, as the massive steel gate clicks and starts to slide to the side. I breathe a sigh of relief and enter the vista, the gate closing behind me. The entrance road was surrounded in a hedgemaze-like labyrinth of fascinating landscape, beautifully sculpted flowers and trees, not in any particular shape, but flowing like a painter's brush.

Around a circular path, I come to the beautiful entrance of the abode, an arcing steel beam over a reinforced set of glass doors. Outside, two of the Order's knights came into view, very similar to the Goddess's, with a slight coloration difference to their robes, possibly to indicate a more generalized fealty to the Order than to the Goddess herself. They both approach, beautifully swaying in the emanating light. One of them opens my car door, and extends an open hand, speaking in a terse, flat tone. "Lady Maloway. We've been expecting you." I take the her gloved hand and remove myself from my car. The other knight takes my place and closes the door, much like a valet. The knight, seeing that I have no parcels to carry, gestures a hand towards the house and begins to walk me towards it. "Please excuse our lengthy security measures. Your face has been added to our global registry. It will not take so long again."

"It's no problem at all." I respond with a slight smile, though my eyes are transfixed on the doorway. There is a slight chill in the air, but I wear no coat. I wear a black corset, with frilly lining, low-cut to tease my upper chest. My shoulders remain bare, but individual sleeves are affixed to my forearms, traveling down my limbs, widely open and swaying at their ends. A bunched black lace adorns my neck, with a small red rose adorning the center. A skirt sways below my waist, stopping just below my knees, allowing a few inches of skin before my small boots finish my wardrobe. My hair is again tied in a large ponytail, gathered up and trailing to the center of my back.

"Where is this place..? I was only given an invitation, with no details.." I ask, with a slightly embarrassed tone, trying to break the silence.

"Chateau Kette, Lady Maloway. It is one of the various event locations, owned collectively by the Order." The knight answers, grasping one of the door handles and swinging the portal open. I should have expected as much, even from the little I have seen of the knights. They respond robotically, giving only the requested information and nothing more. For the first time, I wonder if they are even human.

I enter into the glowing hall, my grey eyes adjusting slightly. I can make out the faint chattering of several guests ahead of me. The knight closes the door. To my surprise, she takes my arm in hers. "Please, this way, Lady Maloway. It's customary for introductions to be an announced event." Even with the Order's blood flowing through me, I still feel shy at this turn. Nevertheless, I put on my friendliest smile and allow the knight to escort me towards the growing symphony of voices.

We cross the threshold into the main hall, a massive room. Innumerable sights and sounds filled my senses at once. White curtains flowed and weaved through the room, giving it quite the heavenly, soft environment, though the room was filled with gold and silver furniture. The room felt suitable for an order devoted towards a Goddess. I am unable to focus clearly, however, guided by the arm of my temporary knight companion towards the center of the room. Dozens of young women- all, presumably, my new sisters in the Order- turn their gaze towards me, subtly, if not outright. I feel a slight blush on my cheeks, the proud center of attention.

The knight released my arm, and cleared her throat. What little ambient noise there was in the hall quickly dissipated as she spoke up. Even with her terse, quiet tone, she commanded a certain respect as a knight.

"May I have your attention. Membership of the Coven- on April the seventeenth, of Her year, aught twenty two, our Goddess invited another sister into Her divine Order." I beam a slightly bashful smile at the crowd as they stare, and my introduction continues. "Lady Elena Maloway. She is of divine blood, blessed with Her gift. Under Her command, treat your new sister with respect, and love." The speech was hopelessly cheesy and archaic, and everything I imagined it would be. A massive juxtaposition to the casual, laid-back, and playful nature of the Goddess herself.

With that, the knight bowed graciously, he robes beautifully trailing her movements, and left me to the mass of attention upon me. Dozens of young women, all of a similar age to me, all very likely high-born to legacy families, if dress and ornament are any indication. I even recognized a couple faces from my family's old parties. We're meeting under much different circumstances now.

A few of the sisters close in on me, but one stands out most of all, a shorter, frail-looking girl, with pure snow-white hair, doubling down to her shoulders in hoop-like pigtails. She was wearing a pair of stylized sunglasses, which matched the antiquated, "lolita"-style of dress. I turned to her immediately and gave a bright smile. She halted in her movements and nodded sweetly in greetings. She spoke in a rather frail, quiet tone. "Lady Maloway, was it? Let me be the first to welcome you. My name is Claire DuPont, an advisor to the Goddess Sierra." She gave a cute smile. It was strange to hear that one so small and un-intimidating may be the highest-ranking member of the Order present, but I can't help but these contradictions are purely by design, that the Goddess found beauty in the most unexpected.

I tilted my head a bit in surprise. "Dupont, as in the Dupont oil refineries?" I asked in a soft, friendly tone. She nodded in response. "I've been to a few events, but I don't think we've ever met, formally. To think we'd end up together, again.. under these circumstances." I halted, wondering if this was truly coincidence. All members of the Order appeared to be extremely wealthy and of powerful stature. Did it reinforce the idea that there really is Goddess's "chosen"? Or are those with the Goddess's interests simply excluded from the Order?

My thinking is interrupted by an unexpected hug to my arm, forcing me to stumble to the side a bit. "Hello, new sister!" One of the residents apparently did not waste any time in her introductions. The girl clinging to my side had bright blue eyes and feathered blonde hair, wearing a pure white sundress that showed more skin than most other of the girls. "My name's Heather Stiles. I absolutely love your sleeves!" She seemed rather excitable and energetic. I was not used to being touched so forcefully, but I was secretly graceful for someone relieving any tension with such unconventional acts.

Claire sighed a bit and pulled on Heather's earlobe, forcing her to tilt her head. "Now now, you're being too forceful, again. She's not one of your pets." The scolded girl made a cute, pouty face and released my arm, obeying her albino superior. Claire turned her face to me with a soft smile. "Please excuse Heather, she gets carried away. You should see her with her pets.." She says with a tiny giggle. "So utterly affectionate with them all.."

My eyes lit up at the sudden forwardness of the remark, nearly forgetting the staple of the Order. "Her pets, of course!' I exclaim, immediately regretting my awkwardness. Each one of these young women was the owner of several human beings, slaves, to be utilized and treated as their owners wished.

Claire continued. "Today is your first day... given the rules that are currently in place, I am assuming you don't yet have any." She correctly asserted. "Stephanie, come, girl."

Much like Goddess's poor creature, Mei, a maid slave with curly blond hair hurried through the crowds to reach us, hobbling with shackled bare ankles. This pretty, young thing, however, had it's wrist shackles threaded through eyebolts extruding from the bottom of a metal plate. The dish contained several glasses of wine. She was also wearing a pure white maid outfit, to match the heavily "pure" decor of the room. Once slowly and carefully reaching us, the maid sank to her knees, a somewhat clumsy action to take with no hands and chained ankles. She offered the plate of wines to us, and I was free to take one.

I gently wrapped my fingers around the glass and lifted it, forcing the girl to adjust the weight of the plate. I personally knew the penalties for clumsiness. I finally respond to Claire's question. "No, I've never been able to experience... that." I say with a saddened, yet anticipatory tone.

Claire and Heather giggled to each other. "What torture!" Claire explained softly. "But everyone here remembers what it was like to have the Goddess's gift, and being unable to fulfill your urges." She tilted her head a bit and I could see the pink irises behind her sunglasses. "It will be everything you thought it would be. The Gift never disappoints."

I released a sigh of relief and happiness at the comforting words. "I am quite... anxious, really.. I have gone over ownership over and over, in my head." I admit.

Heather circles around the kneeling maid, stroking her fingers through the girl's hair. "We know, we know. But... once you're home, and you realize it's ALL on your terms, you'll come into it. The Gift guides you quite a bit. You just know what feels right." She explains cheerfully.

Claire then took my hand gently in hers. "Please, Elena, allow me to introduce you around. Don't worry, everyone's always happy to meet a new sister." I agreed with a smile, taking a glance back at the friendly Heather, who was more pre-occupied in teasing and stroking the kneeling maid to notice me.

I went around the room, saying my hellos. Many were talking casually, but the more stimulating overheard conversations regarded their own personal preferences for their slaves. My eyes fluttered, as I caught words in the distance- "locked," "solitary," "chained," "shackles." I had become a full-fledged believer in the Goddess's gift as my body slight doses of pleasure on the mere mention of these perils. It hits me like truck, for the first time ever, causing me to sway slightly. Oddly enough, I had felt the slight murmurs of suggestion conditioned in me by way of satisfaction grow in me since my encounter with the Goddess. Did she do something to me to exacerbate my addictions, or fortify my loyalty?

With an exhaled breath, I excuse myself swiftly from my most recent conversation. My vision was slightly blurred, my mind dazed by her desires. The lace in the room double, and I see the illusion of melting ice, the white sheen traveling through them like fiber-optic wires. Have I been drugged? I ran to the back of the room, thankfully unoccupied by many, despite a spread of hor'd ourves being sprawled out on a long table adorned with silky white lacing. I walk to the banquet and take another glass of wine, sipping it with two of my hands, clasped tightly around. I slowly lower my glass as my eyes raise. My eyes are drawn to the pointed toes of a human foot, hanging meters above the feast. I look up to the angelic sight. A white leotard adorned her body, leaving much of her milky white skin exposed. In my more solitary moment, I am able to take in the room. All the draping silks, weaving through the ceiling, arcing beautifully across the room, converged in this one centerpiece, beautiful trailing downward in white ribbons. Soft white lights, hidden among the brambles of white silk, focused on it's target. A beautiful slave girl with milky-white skin, woven beautifully into the hanging fabrics, her slender arms coming together above her head at an angle, held up by the curling silks. She was naked, two of the soft ribbons curling around her body to tastefully cover her breasts and waist. Her wraps protruded from her back in two different directions, giving the illusion of massive white wings. One of her legs extended, curled and held up behind her, her ankle entwined gracefully. The slave's body seemed to float in stasis above the table, the weaves around her body appearing so delicate. Her arms, together, reaching upwards, as if an angel, ascending towards the heavens. This girl was silent, and wore naught but a white silk blindfold around her eyes, the only fabric unconnected to the rest of the exhibit.

Viewing this beautiful maiden, delicate and bound as she was, silently hovering in the air, hit me with exorbitant pleasure. My hand, losing strength, dropped the wineglass to the floor, causing an audible clink. My hand clenched against my leg, as I spin around and leaned my rear against the table for support, my head drooped forward. Exhaling a few deep breaths, I finally regained some control of my thoughts and rose my head swiftly, causing my hair to flip forward. The guests were staring. I peered into their faces with deep embarrassment, still breathing deeply. They did not look displeased, but their mouths were slightly ajar. Claire emerged from the crowd, placing a hand on my shoulder for comfort. She maintained her flat, barely emotional smile. I began to immediately whisper to her. "I am so, so sorry.. I lost... control, and I made a fool of myself..."

After a few moments, Claire raises my chin with her fingers, and stares into my eyes with her glasses-obscured eyes. "Our stares... are that of envy." She begins. "We have all been through the same situation, but Her blessing of you was quite.. intense."

I put a curled hand to my chest. "I need my own." I demanded, quite forcefully. Inhaling one final breath to breath quieter.

Claire's fingers trailed down my arm. "It is your birthright, and indeed, it has been prepared. Please, follow me."