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Tales of Zhor

"The Princes of Ardaith"

By Overlord

It was the custom of the City-State empire of Ardaith for the siarl, the hereditary monarch, to bequeath his kingdom to any son he pleased, not necessarily to the eldest. Usually, the siarl chose a favorite who had already showed himself competent in military or political office and also physically virile, with legitimate sons to assure the succession into the third generation. But he grieved for his beloved sons when he learned he had an ailment that medicine couldn't cure. He knew that whomever he chose to succeed him would put all his brothers to death with their sons, just as he had done himself, to his everlasting grief. This was the ancient custom, lest restive factions raise up a pretender and plunge Ardaith into civil war. The ways of land were harsh, no doubt, but all judged that it was better that a few youths should die and prevent thousands from perishing in battle.

The Siarl Kynedir, as he dwindled into death, received a dream that told him how he might spare the lives of his children. He at once announced his choice of successor and had all his other sons and older grandsons seized and injected with Ruk's Serum. This was a sage act of clemency, at once disqualifying them forever from the throne while sparing their lives. But Siarl Kynedir had wisdom equal to his mercy. He did not give to the royal princes an ordinary culture of the serum, but had special cultures made from the genetic matter taken from the most lovely and healthiest princesses of his ruling house.

Thus, each of the princes became a princess of the royal blood who would breed true. It was the siarl's intention that these new princesses should enjoy royal perogative and continue to serve, though in the manner very different from previously. Henceforth, as royal daughters and they would be given in marriage, thus to establish alliances and good will for Ardaith across all of Zhor. To be a princess and wife was not an arduous fate, since royal wives performed no labor, except one. It would be their duty to see to the propagation of heirs.

The new siarl, Medyr, endorsed his father's decision with gladness. When his younger nephews, those spared by Kynedir for their tender years, came of age, he caused them also to be made nieces. He sought politically useful marriages for all and sundry, though he met some resistance to the idea of taking to wife such brides. In later times, however, attitudes changed and the failed heirs of Ardaith came to be eagerly sought in marriage, just like the natural-born daughters of siarls.

Because Ruk's Serum induced powerful female lasciviousness as well as natural slavery into its subjects, it was not necessary for Medyr to coerce the new princesses into unwanted marriages. In fact, it was all their guardians could to to preserve their marketable virginity until they were safely wed. Despite the unusual circumstances, few husbands complained of their brides' lustfulness, nor of the fact that they were eager to obey and to please. The innovation begun by Kynedir henceforth became the accepted means for a new siarl to deal with the problem of too many heirs.

What did the people think, to see their princes treated this way? Most loved their siarls all the better now that their reigns were not stained atrocious and unnatural cruelty. For some time other Zhorian city-states made jests about the doings in the Ardaith, but in time a other states of Zhor adopted the Ardaithan custom. In such kingdoms, the princes continued to be trained for war and politics, but in fact all but a very few were fated for the bridal chamber and the nursery. Such as the will of the gods, and who would mock what is destined?

Yet, despite all attempts to avoid civil war, sometimes unforeseen problems occurred. Nerthach of Ardaith, a rogue always at odds with his father, guessed he would not be chosen heir and so fled the empire, only to return later in revolt against his brother following their father's death. When defeated and facing capture, he ran upon his sword rather than be punished. His death was duly reported, but the report was a falsehood propagated by the siarl. The physicians of Ardaith had in fact saved Nerthach and he received Ruk's Serum, even as his honest brothers already had.

Nerthach, though, was not given the DNA of a princess of the house, but that of a common slave wench. Branded and collared, he -- she -- was sent abroad with a common slave wholesaler. Soon, the owner of a string of alcove girls purchased her and bestowed on her the name of "Zenda." After harsh training, she was put on the street to earn her keep. And woe unto Zenda if she returned to her master's stable without her quota of hard-earned silver. This has been Zenda's life for centuries, as it shall be so for centuries more, until that life is lost through some mishap. Yet it must not be thought that the former prince of Ardaith lives every day in misery.

The prince had been a sensualist and had enjoyed the acquaintance of countless alcove girls, cup girls, and pleasure house girls himself. Many of the rude, rake-hell males who patronize such wenches had been his boon companions. Ruk's Serum has preserved Nerthach lusty nature but has redirecting his drives toward the very type of men whose company he had once most enjoyed. Should we wonder whether Nerthach ever wishes that she had instead become a princess of Ardaith? When one observes Zenda in an alley with a Zhorian male, frantic in her need for his embrace, one doubts it. We instead must wonder whether other former princes of Ardaith might not wish themselves alcove girls like her, if they but once tasted the life.

It took much discipline to make the proud Nerthach serve docilely as the lowliest type of pleasure slave, but now she needs to be whipped but seldom. Usually it is her resurfacing insolence and arrogance that earns her the remedy of the lash. Pleasure slaves are not permitted either insolence or arrogance and the men of Zhor take sport in purging such traits from branded wenches. Today, by all accounts, Zenda is an excellent alcove girl, pleasing to her customers and profitable for her master. The wise gods have found the proper place for Nerthach. The one who first said, "Better a good alcove girl than a bad siarl," was no doubt thinking of Zenda, for very few former princes have sunk so low.

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