- Posting Speed
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- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
A whore was better than nothing, even if they didn't get along. Claude wasn't sure what had happened to her, but their rocky relationship provoked no feelings of remorse. Looking for her wasn't one of his priorities, it wouldn't be that hard after all. She was attractive when Claude was born, and just as attractive when he left her. That's what she'd be to him, the whore down on the main street with dark black hair and eyes, she hadn't aged at all.
"Life is never fair, best we got used to it young." He said sourly. It didn't mean he liked the fact, but that's how things were. For some life was easy. His half siblings for instance who grew up in the wealth of his father. They'd always known a warm bed and bath at their bidding, food was never scarce, and coin was rolling from their purses like water in the ocean. Endless, deep, vast, and oh how he was jealous. Living on the streets was hard, and he would've done anything just to have one of those golden pieces.
Claude recalled an especially harsh winter, he'd seen his father then. They made eye contact, and he was thrown one shiny piece. Without hesitating he threw it back. As much as he wanted it, he'd never accept it from him. His father was the real bastard, not Claude, his wealth made him a royal prick. Something of a known womanizer within the city, no matter where he went, he acted crudely. Maybe that's why he would never accept the coin. Claude didn't want money from a man who still thought himself higher than another human being.
"What happened to him, your father?" That's the bit Claude was interested in. At least his mother had enough decency to keep him alive, keep him fed and warm when the winter months came around. The way Rose spoke of her father, claiming they would've both died instead, what had happened to him then?
"And Rose?" Claude rested a hand on her shoulder, stopping them both from moving on. "Winter isn't cold in a mansion, and France is lovely. Do consider my offer."
"Life is never fair, best we got used to it young." He said sourly. It didn't mean he liked the fact, but that's how things were. For some life was easy. His half siblings for instance who grew up in the wealth of his father. They'd always known a warm bed and bath at their bidding, food was never scarce, and coin was rolling from their purses like water in the ocean. Endless, deep, vast, and oh how he was jealous. Living on the streets was hard, and he would've done anything just to have one of those golden pieces.
Claude recalled an especially harsh winter, he'd seen his father then. They made eye contact, and he was thrown one shiny piece. Without hesitating he threw it back. As much as he wanted it, he'd never accept it from him. His father was the real bastard, not Claude, his wealth made him a royal prick. Something of a known womanizer within the city, no matter where he went, he acted crudely. Maybe that's why he would never accept the coin. Claude didn't want money from a man who still thought himself higher than another human being.
"What happened to him, your father?" That's the bit Claude was interested in. At least his mother had enough decency to keep him alive, keep him fed and warm when the winter months came around. The way Rose spoke of her father, claiming they would've both died instead, what had happened to him then?
"And Rose?" Claude rested a hand on her shoulder, stopping them both from moving on. "Winter isn't cold in a mansion, and France is lovely. Do consider my offer."