Chapter 206: Sleep with my son.
Orena Hawthorn was one of Eldoria’s most beautiful women. She was ranked fifth on the list of beauties in the empire. It was a well earned position because she had beautiful cascading ginger locks that shimmered like molten copper under the candlelight. Orena took great care of her skin, milk baths were a must.
Her skin was like porcelain adorned with a faint blush, kissed by the sunrise. Her emerald green eyes were often likened to Sigrid’s. It was often joked that Orena could have been born a Thorin, a theory that she had looked into an found held nothing but air.
From the young age of fifteen, she had trained herself to pass off as a woman from high society, She moved with effortless grace, when she danced, she commanded attention. She was the epitome of beauty, charm and elegance.
Despite the fact that she was of not of noble birth she had earned the admiration and respect of many by the age of twenty four.
On the outside, she was a talented singer, one whose voice had graced nearly every party ever planned since she turned sixteen. She owned her own theater where plays and other performances were put on for the masses.
If one looked beyond the outside however, they would discover that she was once the mistress of Lord Heron De-Kensington, who had died two years prior to this day from a cold that never healed. He was sixty three at the time of his death and in his will, he left Orena a significant sum of money that allowed her to live a free and wealthy life. There was no need for her to seek out a new patron and she could have her choice of men.
Orena was smart, men to her were nothing but purses and walking bars of gold. She had decided long ago that she would only wed the one that satisfied her lust for money the most. The only other condition she had was that he had to be no older than forty.
Nobody was more surprised than Orena when red knights showed up on her door and bundled her up, then delivered her to the royal castle in the chambers of the queen. What was even more surprising than where she was standing was the request that was made by the queen.
"I beg your pardon, your highness."