Chapter 1-how they met

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She’d spent her whole life in the lap of luxury. As a noble, she had everything. And as her step mother always said, perhaps a little too much as she poked her porky belly hard with a long narrow finger.

“You’re fat and ugly, Evelynn,” the woman said. She was beautiful in a traditional sense. Her step mother had long dark hair that hung to her waist, vivid green eyes, pale porcelain skin that was perfect. She didn’t look her age, instead some vague mysterious place between her late thirties and mid forties. “No one will want to marry a porky little noble.” She pinched Evelynn’s jiggling ass.

“Mother,” Evelynn whined petulantly. “But I’m hungry.” She hated calling her Stepmother, mother. She wasn’t her mother. She was her torturer. Always fussing at the cooks for slipping her snacks and spanking her butt when she found her eating cake.

“I’m sending you away to a school that will allow you to marry well,” her stepmother said stiffly. “You’ll go immediately.”

And so the plump girl went away to a school for ladies. There she learned how to be a proper lady and manage a house for her knight. She learned how to greet and charm people. They also put her on a massive and grueling diet and made her walk three times a day around the massive garden to make her lose weight.

Soon all of her juicy curves dropped off her young form and by the time she was eighteen she a skinny waif, quiet and withdrawn. Her brown hair and eyes were dull, her skin sallow, and she seemed nothing but bones.

Her stepmother and the school of ladies seemed quite pleased with themselves. They patted each other on the back and said what a lovely job they did to create such a fine lady. She was so ugly before, at least she will at least have a chance to find a knight to marry her.

There work seemed all for naught though. At her coming out party, it seemed now male eye was attacked to the girl. So plain and quiet, she danced with one after another barely even looking at them just through them and they here.

Party after party went by and her Stepmother began to worry if she would ever find a match for her dreadful stepdaughter. Her own daughters were of age to marry too and though she had not sent them off to the harsh refinery school, they seemed so much more vivacious than the sullen girl of her husband despite her being older than them.

“You should try the chocolate cake, Evelyn,” one of her step sister’s teases maliciously. Plump cheeks pull back in a fake grin as she sticks a fork full passed plumper lips. “It’s soooo good.” Evelynn eyes the rounder girl with an air of dispassion.

“It is bad for my waist,” she says in a dull tone. Her stepsisters snicker together as they devour the cake in front of her and Evelynn tries not to show how it bothers her, but her cheeks betray her blushing and even worse her stomach worse by growling. This causes a cacophony of familiar laughter to fall upon her ears. Her hand drifts over her very empty and more than flat stomach.

Suddenly, a strong feminine hand bearing a slice of chocolate cake, comes around her shoulder and drops right in front of her a plate of chocolate cake.

Evelynn’s brown eyes drifts up the rich blue fabric of uniform with golden tassels and host of military awards on the breast of an amazonian woman. Above her, the woman, with dark amber eyes and black short hair with a long braid twisted around it, stands. Her face is grazed with two small scars, one deeper than the other, but they do not detract from her stunning beauty.

Evelynn’s cheeks immediately color. This is none other than the infamous Cassandra Pentaghast, a knight who had rescued the land with the Inquisitor. She had recently returned home, a lauded hero after so many years abroad as a knight. Now, she has returned to her homeland Nevarra. She is a veteran knight, powerful and honored, older than Evelyn by a great many years. Her family is both ancient and wealthy.

Her eyes drop back to the cake and then to Cassandra confused as to why this woman would come to her aid. Let alone bring her cake. Cassandra makes an uncomfortable, but annoyed sound.

“Every lady deserves cake,” Cassandra says in slow thoughtful words. “Especially one as beautiful as you.” Evelyn’s cheeks color even brighter as she tries to make herself as small as possible by hunching her shoulders. Her stepsisters are stunned into silence.

After a long, somewhat uncomfortable silence, Cassandra clears her throat again. “May I sit next to you, milady?”

“Of-Of course!” Evelyn squeals, covers her mouth surprised by her exclamation and unable to look fully upon the beautiful woman before her again. In this manner, she misses the amused smile that graces the older woman’s face.

“Thank you,” Cassandra murmurs softly and with such grace, pulls the chair and sits down in one swift powerful movement. She is like a mountain lion, nothing but sinewy curvy muscle. Evelyn’s eye attracts to her large chest, skinny, but firm waist, and thick bottom. She is a powerful woman, but also curvy in all the right places unlike herself. Her cheeks color again. “Will you not try it, for me at least?”

“I will get fat,” Evelyn says. “Then, who will want me?”

“You are not fat,” Cassandra chastised her. “And I can think of someone who wants you…very much.” Cassandra reaches across Evelyn to grab her fork and scoop off a piece of the succulent cake. The fork lifts to her lips and Evelyn’s mind cascades with all the horrible terrible things she has heard before from Stepmother, stepsisters, and her teachers.

Porky, fat, glutton, fattie, pig, piggy, Fat ass. Lazy.

Her chin begins to tremble and Cassandra reaches out and strokes her cheek with her calloused fingers, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Who would want me?” Evelynn asks again. “I am not beautiful or smart.”

“Who told you these things?” Cassandra whispers both fiercely and protectively. Her head drifts closer to hers. “For if it isn’t obvious, milady, your secret admirer is me.”

That mere confession pops open her mouth and the luscious cake slides right in. The flavors burst over her tongue after the long drought. Sugar, delightful sugar, and chocolate so rich and decadent, er eyes roll back into her head. She releases a tiny, but rather lusty moan.

“Oh, forgive me,” Evelyn squeaks, covering her mouth and her cheeks so flush.

“Never,” Cassandra says with a wicked grin. “Eat your cake and dance with me. I’m not letting you go now that I’ve found you.”