(( This is Ewyllyn's private journal, accessible only to those who would have access to hers & Xahu's bedroom. ))
~ Day 235, Year 3, 4th Age
This will be the first time I'm writing anything but a captain's log. I notice Xahu is writing his own journal and it seems to me a good idea to do so myself. I've no clue where to start though, so I'll just begin with a little information about myself that a few people do not know.
My name is Ewyllyn Fu Sheng. I was born twenty-two years ago at a British colony in Surya, India. My family was a relatively average middle-class family with a middle-class house, wearing middle-class clothes & living middle-class lives in a generally middle-class world. My birthname was Cassandra Frost, of the Frost family, aptly named for its previous affinity with Ice magic far back in the early beginnings of the bloodline. This magic appears to have since been lost as the years passed & it became progressively less common.
I grew up together with my mother and father, and my two other brothers whose names, I'm sorry to say, unfortunately elude me. I was the youngest of the family.
My life took a turn towards what I am today when my parents somehow managed to acquire a substantial debt that they failed to repay with their limited wealth, and I recall very clearly the method by which they were finally able to settle their debt: selling me, their eight-year-old daughter, to a slaver. This slaver was a rare breed at the time, he was of Indian descent & his name was Ekakshara. He had a son whose name also continues to elude me, and he bought me to be their personal pet. Furres like myself were rare in India, even more so as I'm a white lion, so at first he kept me as a kind of trophy, letting me wander freely about his estate wearing nothing but a collar. Then I was intended to become a toy for his son, but this never happened.
The son passed away when I was at about thirteen years of age & something clicked in Ekakshara's mind afterwards. As if I could replace his son, he took the collar off & started treating me as one of his own family. This was how I came to learn the art of slavery. Ekakshara spent another three years teaching me the craft as he practically became a father to me -- never mind that he had also started to make use of my body for more intimate recreational activities. Alas even that was to end.
He perished near the end of my sixteenth year, leaving me with his estate, a basic slaver ship & with a crew. I departed to begin my new life shortly after the funeral, choosing a new name for myself to leave my old one behind: Ewyllyn.
So how did I come to obtain the refitted man-o-war that is docked at the port today?
It's actually a pretty fun story. We'd had a particularly good slave run some four years back, sold a lot & had a lot of money to spare, and we found an old warship washed ashore on an island in the Caribbean waters. She was pretty beaten up, but her cargo hold had some food supplies that hadn't gone bad yet & plenty of spare sails and ammunition. We cast a vote (I never made such decisions on my own) and it was decided that we would bring our current ship ashore as well & use its materials to perform the repairs needed. A few weeks later, we set sail on our new warship, that we soon refitted for slaving purposes. Of the 120 working cannons on each broadside, we stripped them down to 60 & used the extra space for slave quarters, supply storage & living quarters. Once we came ashore with our new ship, we hired more crew to man her & reinforced the hull with metal fittings.
Today she is known as the White Lioness (cheesy, I know). I said I was going to sell her when I married Xahu but I can't bring myself to. Instead I've dismissed the crew & sold all my remaining slaves, but the White Lioness has more than just sentimental value to me. I'll keep her.
In any case, enough about my history. I may continue that story in later journal entries.
My life... has taken a confusing turn sometime between now and when I first arrived in Lismore. Through some morally questionable ways, I found myself becoming the bodyguard of none other than the Prince of Lismore himself, and soon enough what was supposed to be a professional relationship turned into a romantic one, which was fine. We were happy, it felt dirty, forbidden & of course it was great fun! Though a couple of years younger than I am, I found myself increasingly reliant on Xahu's presence and guidance as our relationship grew. Perhaps this is because I am a lioness and he has become a 'pack leader'? I know certain instincts are hard to identify. This is a documented one I remember reading about before.
Regardless...
One thing led to another and we became very involved with each other. That is, until the Valentines betrayed us. They took me out right away and took Xahu away from me, used him to make Dru yield Lismore to them. They kept me in Xahu's bedroom and Edhel did things to me that I'm still not even comfortable writing about. But he got me pregnant.
Even as I was at last released to Rowan Valentine, who 'fixed' what Edhel had done to my soul & then released me to Valencia where I was reunited with my beloved Xahu, I had a bastard demon child growing inside of me. I've since come to accept this, even though I feel vile, dirty & impure. Like I have betrayed my love even though it isn't my fault. It did not stop us getting married though! And though rushed, it was still a memorable ceremony with Emir, Xahu & I.
Then we finally took back the city from the Valentines and killed the demons, and we settled into the castle. But now I face so many problems, I don't quite know how to deal.
First and foremost, I have been wounded so badly by Edhel's acts. With nothing else requiring my attention, my scars have been allowed to emerge. The mere mention of the word 'rape' sends me into hissy fits the likes of which I've never had before. Demons now terrify me for what they are able to do with their corruptive powers. Even Valencia, who did her best to help me, terrifies me. I don't want her in the council but beyond my irrational fear and suspicion, I cannot outright tell my husband this. Or Valencia herself, for that matter.
I have trouble sleeping, suffering frequent nightmares. But perhaps even more worrying, especially for poor Xahu, is my newfound trouble being nude in front of anyone but him. I've never been the shy girl before, I've always been comfortable letting the girls out in the middle of the street if I had to. But lately I can't stand to have people look at me nude, I panic when I can't find proper cover. And the touching...
Xahu may have noticed sometimes I tense up when he touches me lately. It's because a part of me fears the contact. I'm not allowing anyone else to touch me anymore, no matter how much I want to let them, and for a social creature like myself it's practically living in Hell. I need to be able to do handshakes, to give people hugs or such things. I told Xahu about most of my troubles a couple of nights ago, but I'm not yet ready to admit to him the issues I have developed as far as touching goes.
It still allows us to have good sex however. I trust Xahu with my life and I know he would never hurt me, and though the initial touches to my gender sometimes trigger little flashbacks of what's happened, we just need to get started and it's no longer an issue.
I'm stronger than this though. I need to power through the damage this has caused and try to heal what I can, somehow. I've transformed from a tough hard-ass slaver to a frightened child, and this must be remedied if I am to do good in the position I'm about to take.
As far as my position goes, I will soon be queen or empress, or whatever female form of the title Xahu chooses for himself on his coronation which is to be very soon. I have even acquired a (very expensive) outfit of our new banner's colours that I intend to wear.
I do find myself having a lot of trouble with the political aspect of my position though. I'm not used to all the subtlety that's needed for it. In fact, I don't know anything about being a royal. Emir is going to teach me what I need to know though, so hopefully that'll help.
I'll try to continue these journal entries in the future. Somehow I feel a whole lot lighter now that I have written this one.
~ Ewyllyn