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"Queen of The Known World"
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"Lady of the Lake
Onya stood in the tent's corner, silent and invisible, until her Mistress was snoring and assuredly passed out for the evening. The woman Onya simply called Mistress was First Wife to the Clan's Chieftain, the provider of his heirs and the keeper of his Valuables.
Onya was one of those Valuables. Here in the most northern lands of The Known World, a harsh region called the Unnamed Untamed, Onya was an Untouched: a fairer skinned Southern female of hair color other than black who was pure of body, a virgin. Onya didn't quite understand the Northerners obsession with girls and women like her, but she appreciated that obsession and the respect that came with it. She'd seen how the barbarians of the Northern Clans treated young women captured during raids of other villages within the Unnamed Untamed or raids of the towns and cities to the south. As an Untouched -- particularly as the Chieftain's Untouched -- Onya could walk unescorted about the camp of 1000+ Horse Warriors without fear of being raped or otherwise hassled or harmed. The typical camp slave girl walking about without a Protector would be lucky to get a hundred feet before some horny Horse Warrior would pull up her shift and find pleasure in her warmth and wetness.
While the Chieftain considered Onya to be a great Valuable, there was something in the tent that Onya herself considered more valuable than she. She padded her way quietly across the tent to the fur covered pile of stones and dirt that served as a table and rolled out a large elk hide, revealing a map of The Known World:
Onya had seen such a depiction of all the known lands before, back in the transitional years before she became a slave and after she ceased being a Princess.
Onya's father had been Rolton, of the House of Mereth, King of the Meretheni Federation. Her mother had been the youngest daughter of the Frahm of Ras Rufna and the granddaughter of the High Counselor of the Republic of Yalla. The marriage of Onya's parents -- conceived of and officiated over by the Priests of Vint -- had produced an heir, Onya's eldest brother, who for the first time in the history of the world would on his Coming of Age Day unite the entirety of The Known World under one ruler and, it was hoped, bring peace and prosperity to all the lands and people.
That didn't happen, of course.
Onya wasn't entirely clear on the specifics of the conflicts that had seen the fall from grace of so many noble and royals houses in such a short time. She'd heard that the Far Eastern Tribes of Ras Rufna -- long unhappy with their rulers denouncement of slavery -- had sacked the great cities under a powerful leader, ultimately creating the Frenkish Empire. She'd heard that corruption in the Republic of Yalla's Senate had led to a peasant uprising, culminating in a military government. She'd heard that disease and despair amongst her own people on The Great Steppe had led to financial collapse, with the powerless becoming little more than servants to the powerful.
The most tragic news for Onya herself -- aside from the loss of her entire family, of course -- had been the news that the Order of Virta had been utterly destroyed. For a thousand thousand years, Vint had been the center of learning and discovery in The Known World. The map Onya was now staring down at had, of course, been created in the Library of Virta, making it -- in her eyes -- the greatest Valuable not just in the tent, the village, or the Unnamed Untamed, but in all of the world.
The map was valuable not only because of its rarity to all but of its personal worth to Onya: this map was, essentially, a picture of everything that -- as heir to the entirety of The Known World -- should be hers!
Oh, Onya had no illusions: she was never going to be Queen of all there was. She was a slave to a Northern Chief. But once upon a time she'd been in line for the crown. Sure, she'd had 10 siblings older than her, meaning that her chances of becoming Queen then before the wars had been almost as good as they were now after them. But fate had a ... what was that saying...? A fickle finger...? Yes, the fickle finger of fate.
One by one, as the peace broke and The Known World began falling toward ruin, Onya saw her older siblings dropping like flies. Two brothers and a sister were killed during combat. A third brother and two sisters died of accident or disease. After a 16 month siege of the capital city of Fothala left thousands dead, Onya and her two youngest siblings were snuck out of the city to Kinth. There, the once loyal Lord betrayed his Meretheni King and sold the three children to the Lord of Morbeth. The Lord had intended to marry the three Mereth children to his own children, thereby solidifying legitimacy of any future claims he might make on the lands of The Known World. Unfortunately for the Lord, he himself was betrayed and the three Mereth children were snuck away into the night, never to be seen by others and never to see one another again.
Onya had been only 9 years old when she left Morbeth. She spent three years being drug through the wetlands of the Fenwater before escaping her captors. She found her way to Vint, where she spent another three years as a servant to a Priest of the Order of Virta. It was during this time that she both learned to read and write and first saw the map of the lands her family had been intended to rule. Also during this time she heard the rumors that the last of the Mereth Family children -- the heirs to The Known World -- had all been ruled deceased.
After hearing about her eldest brother's death, Onya fled out into the rolling hills surrounding Virta to be alone, only to be captured by slavers who sold her to her current Master. She'd been here ever since. For three years she'd served the First Wife's every need, waiting for death to take her as it had her entire family.
But ... that wasn't to happen, either.
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