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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One

Herein lays the tale of a single girl, a small and fragile soul brought from the kingdom of Forks to the harsh world of Volterra to live the life of a slave. Many would say that such a tale is unnecessary to tell, yet this tale begs telling.
For in it lies the story of a real heart, a living breathing soul. One who had influence and meaning to many, despite her lowly estate in life. This is the faithful story in the words of those closest to the events, as it was recorded in remembrance. It is perhaps too romantic and too sweet to be believable, but it is as it was recalled. It is the tale of love bigger than a world, a society, and any custom that presented itself, and it is the story of a heart that truly loved all her life.
NPOV
To think mere months ago I was in Forks, a young and carefree child wandering free and blithely through the world. Until that day when the slaver called me to him in a soft voice, "Excuse me girl, may I ask you for directions?"
Who knew that being of a pleasing nature and a shy disposition would find me taken and tied? Thrown onto a slaver's transport and whisked away from all I knew?
The journey was hard and long. Stuffed within a slaver's deck cage and told that my life was now to be that of a slave, that I was no longer free, but a vassal of pleasure to the free that could use me as they saw fit.
Frightened and alone, I wept and shivered in my wooden crate, held in chains and stripped naked. I knew this place of Volterra was savage, and that I would perish before I arrived. I even prayed for death more than once in fear and frustration for my lot.
We were told over and over that we were now a courtesan, a new word that for so long had no meaning. Many new words, many new ideas..."Service" and "pleasure" and "desire" all with the focus on a "Master" or "Mistress."
I remember how frightened I was, but more how much I wished to comfort myself and my sisters in chains, to make the tears cease flowing. I remember how I would sing us all to sleep with songs from home to ease our fears of the night which came so dark and cold.
I remember how I went from being "Renesemee" to being "girl," how I released the thoughts of self and embraced the thought of another's joy as my own.
I can barely remember the time before I was "girl," and yet I know there was such a time. And I must own, that it is not a thought of longing for such a time, for the thought of life before this one is so dim, I am so much a part of this world now.
Then, I remember how it felt to stand there stripped and scared on an auction block, to be paraded before the free and bid upon as if I was lower than cattle, to hear the lecherous grunts of the free men and their emissaries, and to feel their rough touches as they inspected us. I shiver at the recollection.
Who would have thought that I would find in the eyes of a would be Master soft and tender kindness? That he would see my long copper hair and soft brown eyes and seek me as his own. That such softness and care was there to drape me in a blanket as I was walked away from my companions.
Who would ever imagine that the trip to this strange place called Cullen Estates could become a gift, rather than a curse? Not I, surely. But so it is. I am here and in a white silk in this house. I learn my new life, and I learn that there are good free here, that they are kind and gentle that they wish my happiness and do not wish me harm or evil.
A man resides here too, such as one as this girl has never seen, a warrior and friend of this house. His smile shines brighter than the August Sun. My heart may break for knowing he exists... For although I come to love my Master and Mistress, he haunts my dreams... I must remember who and what I am.
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