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DISCLAIMER : Second and last part ! Now we FINALLY will see why/how Duncan was made- ouch it sounds like porn. I reassure you it's PG. Also, the 1st narrative part is told by Aisla, in case it was not obvious enough.
Duncan's mouth gaped in shock.
"...D-Doo ye be tryin' tae m-mean... That King William... was m-my half brother ?..." he asked in a tremblin' voice.
"Aye my son..." Aisla nodded.
"...I... I need a seat..."
"Ye already have one..." MacKenna added.
Oh right, he was already sitting. Good or his legs would not be supporting his weight anymore. So... That kind king, who he already met more than once, who got murdered and now is a friendly ghost happy to see him, a real Furnace (OH RIGHT HE SAID IT HIMSELF ! But did he know or he did not really think of it either ?!), on the throne, was his older half brother ?... So he had more siblings than he thought... A ROYAL sibling.
"And... So dooes that mean... Lachlan and Kenina ?..."
"Oh, they be mine, they be mine." MacKenna confirmed "They be in fact yer younger half-siblin's."
Duncan groaned, he always thought they were just his siblings.
"Es yer father and I did end up tae fall in love" Aisla added lovingly, holding her husband's hand "we wanted more children."
"Melad... Ye look very pale... Doo ye want a glass o' water or somethin' ?..."
"Naw naw I be gud... I think..." the king said shaking his head, looking down "I... I be a royal... bastard ?..."
"My babe !" his mother cut "Doo not use such a bad word !"
"Ye may nawt be my biological son, ye still be my son !" his father added.
Duncan hid his face in his hand. All the things he thought he knew happened to be wrong.
"...Maw ?..."
"Aye Duncan ?"
"How... did ye manage tae get pregnant from the former king's- my half brother's father ?..."
The married couple looked at each other.
"I think we said enough thin's for him too know the remainin'."
"Ye be right, MacKenna." Aisla nodded before turning to her eldest son "Awright, hunny. I be gunna tell ye a story."
When I was a lass, I... had nawt a big sense o' responsibility. I know et may sound crazy, I was always tellin' ye and yer siblin's tae behave, tae find gud jobs, tae make yer beds, tae tidy up yer rooms, nawt tae eat biscuits before dinner... But that was because I did not want ye 3 tae doo the same mistakes I made- naw Duncan ye be nawt a mistake !!! I luv ye, yer siblin's, yer daughter and yer nephew moar than life etself ! By that, I doo nawt mean the gud thin's like ye but the bad thin's.
For ye see, I was very lazy. And I wasn't a gud daughter to my parents. I never helped my mother doin' chores. I never tried tae find a job. But I wanted tae remain single tae be free tae doo whatever I luv'd. And I luv'd tae provock them, seein' them enragin' was hilarious in my bratty years. I luv'd them, but they had had the bad idea to have spoilt me too much since I were an egg, never punishin' me and givin' me what they wanted. So the day I became a teenager and they expected me to prepare for my adult life, in my glaikit youth logic I didn't see why I wou'd suddenly change what I was used tae. So I immediatly started to see them as an enemy and disobey them or plays on the words o'f their orders, until even them, who used tae nawt wish for me tae be upset, started tae finally be enraged.
I know that someday, tired o' me doin' nothin' in the house, they gave me an ultimatum :
"Either ye finally moove yer arse und find a job and yer own home es ye doon't want to find a husband" my paw yelled hittin' the table with his fists "or I'll kick ye outside anyway nawt carin' what yer plans be, let alone ef ye have any !"
I frowned and glared at him and my maw. I was hesitatin'. I wanted tae provock and answer somethin' mockin' es usual, but et was the first time they gave me an ultimatum. Maybe they were serious, and I wasn't suicidal.
"Doo ye be serious ?" I ended up to hiss after a moment.
"Oh aye we be, Aisla." my maw answered "Me refuse tae clean up behind ye with ye watchin'."
"In fact, we already made yer luggage whatever yer answer be. Ye either leave the easy way or the hard way."
Even ef I wanted tae keep control, I actually was scared inside. I didn't know how tae doo anythin' ! I didn't even have any sort of talent to exploit-
Ooooh, wait a minute, I thought. I was quite the beauty o' the village. I had generous curves, long legs, a cute face, long hair I luv'd tae take care o'. And males o' my age seemed tae find me attractive. Some asked me out, and one or 2 even proposed. And I be a bit ashamed tae admit I exploited some o' them tae doo my chores or my homework promisin' tae date them and then rejectin' them... Aye sweetie I was nawt a gud example back then. What I be tryin' tae mean be that I didn't plan tae prostitute myself -the pimp and the customers cou'd be dangerous and I wou'd live a relatively poor life- buuut maybeeeee I cou'd get myself a sugar daddy ? Right, our village was just next to the royal castle, with important dragons, there must had been some rich single nobles in et. Or maybe nawt even single ?
"...Fiiiiine. I will see what I will doo." I ended up tae answer, thinkin' I found the right solution tae my problem.
My parents nodded, visibly satsfied, but still lookin' serious.
"Ye see ye can be mature when ye want tae." my maw commented.
The next mornin', my luggage in my hands, I told them I wou'd try tae luk for a job in the castle, o' course nawt precisin' which one or ye can imagine they wou'd have disapproved ! So we said gudbye and I left, I think they were actually genuinely happy for me.
If I wanted tae luk for some resident o' the castle es my sugar daddy, I needed tae have a pretext to wander around. So I presented myself tae the servants' boss, an Englishman, tellin' him I wished tae become janitor. A janitor had the pretext tae go anywhere, so seekin' for some wealthy prey wou'd have been easier and moar subtle.
"I am sorry, miss, but we already have a janitor- oh right he died this morning. You're hired."
What a luck ! I immediatly got his room after his belongin's were given back tae his relatives and I started tae work. Ugh, I never used a mop before and I found et sooo borin', but at least et allowed me tae wander around the castle with a gud excuse.
I stumbled upon the throne etself, and guess who was on the throne ? The king at the time, King Gowan, grillin' some marchmallows. We all hated him, he was a bad king who raised taxes only for his parties. A lazy dictator with a crown on his head... But my goal was tae find a powerful man, so why nawt the leader o' the whole kingdom, why nawt tryin' ? So I subtly approached, wantin' him tae notice me, tryin' tae luk es luscious es possible in case his eyes turnt tae me, and o' course gettin' closer and closer. He didn't notice me one bit. Offended, I coughed. Nothin' either. I rolled my eyes, and I sneaked up tae the throne.
"Gud mornin' yer majesty~" I cooed, poppin' up.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!" he fell from the throne.
"Ooh, I be sorry, I did nawt mean tae scare ye in any way, my king" I said posin' sexily against the throne "Ye who be so strong, powerful and manly I supposed seein' such a fragile and innocent young damsel es I wou'd have given ye moar pleasant feelin's."
"Well I em not a fan o' damsels poppin' up in a creepy way..." King Gowan answered codly gettin' up.
"My apologies. I was eager tae meet ye. I em yer biggest fan." I lied with bedroom eyes.
"O' course, everybody is my biggest fan. Those who aren't go to jail."
"Hem..." this made me hesitate "O' course, such a great king like ye need tae be assertive tae impose their authority, this gained aaaaw my respect for y-"
"Are ye tryin' to be a kissarse or a flirt ?" he cut me with a cold stare.
This caught me by surprise, the naive 19-years-old I was thought et was easier in buks.
"Hem, I-"
"Ef et is the later, I'll have ye know I luv my dear sweet wife much more than anythin' or anyone. Now get out o' here, sadly for me I need to teach the accident she and I had about how to be king. What's his name again, Burnevere ? Get out !"
I got so scared o' the king's hostile reaction I jumped at his last order and dashingly stepped back out o' the room apologizing all the way, my back never facin' him. And this was why I bumped intoo someone :
"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry- Ow ! Sorry !" I apologized after the shock.
"OW !" the dragon exclaimed before growlin' "Can't ye just luk where ye're steppin' ye wee-"
These angry words scared me. This huge dragon turnt to me with a scowl and gritted teeth, but es soon es he laid his eyes on me and saw I was a beautiful young dragoness, he paused, and his attitude changed all o' sudden.
"Oh- ooooooh." he cooed with a smirk, and bowed, takin' my hand tae kiss et "My apologies, milady. I did not wish to sound rude at all. What can a cute lass like ye be doin' in such a maze-like castle ?"
"I... be the new janitor." I said, quite disoriented by his change of attitude. "Et be my job. Mister ?..."
"Keith. Lord Keith." he proudly grinned, wigglin' his bushy eyebrows "The king's younger brother. At yer service."
A royal prince ! And he seemed tae be interested ! Finally ! My goal was near. But I needed tae be careful. I had tae think twice. I saw how et happened with his brother. I remembered some piece o' advice I had heard in the past, apparently men grew bored o' women who immediatly gave in their flirtin', they wanted tae feel change, like hunters. Maybe et was his case. I needed tae play hard tae get.
"Oh, what a surprise, I just spoke tae yer brother." I cooed back, gracefully bowin' "My name be Aisla."
"What a lovely name for such a lovely face." he grinned "Have ye visitted the castle yet ? I cou'd be yer guide."
"Och, no thank ye, I will doo et by myself." I smirked turnin' my back from him and takin' back my mop.
"Are ye sure ? I em free for now, et wou'd be a pleasure." he proposed again presentin' me his arm so I cou'd hold et.
"No thank ye, milord. Ye be a very galant dragon, but I be a grown lass." I cockily answered completely ignorin' his offer, which made him frown ; he probably was not used tare be refused.
"Ah ? Hem... Sure. Maybe see ye later ? Ye know, my wife is with our son at his school play, nobody is expectin' me to show up today."
Even better, he was married ! Again I didn't wish tae get married back then so I feared tae be proposed, but apparently et wou'd not happen, so es soon es I wou'd not need him anymore, I wou'd leave, and bein' a powerful dragon, he wou'd not regret me es he wou'd get other dragonesses and es there wou'd be no risk for me to meet his wife !
"I doubt so. Good day, milord." I said pretendin' tae snob him, but actually hidin' a wee smirk.
And et worked. For weeks, he wou'd be tryin' tae start talks with me, es ef he were interestin' in just havin' someone tae talk tae, and I wou'd just be answerin' his questions mindlessly. For weeks he wou'd be offerin' my help in my work, and I wou'd always be shakin' my head. For weeks he wou'd be offerin' me somptuous gifts such as jewels, shoes, dresses, thin's he wou'd have never ever bought not even tae his wife ef I had not been that hard tae catch. And es temptin' as those were, I wou'd be politely refusin' them, knowin' I wou'd be rewarded with them plus other thin's in the future if I waited well enough. I remember how I felt powerful next tae him : he, a powerful royal, wealthy, very tall and imposing, fourth in line tae the throne o' Scotland, and in age tae be my own paw, was constantly beggin' tae me like a dawg. I luv'd that feel. I swe'r there was one time, when he brought a somptuous necklace o' pearls and rubies that I obviously refused, he went tae my feet and, wagglin' his tail and spreadin' his win's, he was lookin' up tae me with such a huge hopeful grin his tongue was lollin' out es ef he were pantin' like a dawggie.
"Please, Aisla, please ! Accept this modest present I beg ye !" he begged on his four.
"Keith, please, doon't ye have any dignity ?" I smugly answered crossin' my arms.
"I don't want dignity I want ye !" he breathlessly answered, his 7 limbs shakin' es ef his body wanted tae jump on me but his brain was tryin' tae control them.
"Ye be bein' ridiculous." I sighed with a smug grin goin' back tae my work, leavin' him on the floor lookin' at me leavin' baffled but still grinnin' stupidly.
O' course, I cou'dn't play that game forever, my goal WAS tae be his sugar baby, and ef et had kept goin' too long he cou'd have had grown tired o' me. So after weeks, he came one mornin' tae me es usual tellin' me, at the most miserable state he had ever been before my eyes, his wife urgently went tae her mother's who got sick aw of sudden so she wou'dn't go tae a restaurant he buked for them, so pretextin' et wou'd be too bad tae cancel the bukin' he begged me tae go with him instead o' her. I pretended tae ponder and hesitate, before tellin' him I had nothin' tae doo anyway. I cou'd have sworn I saw sparkles in his eyes es he suddenly kissed my hand before tellin' me he wou'd see me there at night. I also em sure, es I was leavin', he was droolin' when starin' at my butt. This time, he was ready.
So we went there, he finally luked es dignified es I had met him now he was sure he finally got me. He was very galant and gentlemanly, and ordered the most expensive o' the menus for 2. Bein' the king's brother, we even got free champagne. We chatted and I pretended tae laugh at his awful jokes, but et was fair I reckon, himself pretended tae laugh at mine, he was a bad actor compared tae me. Most o' what he told me waw how great and powerful he and his family tree be and compliments about me, while I alternated myself with compliments tooward his ego and playin' the distant lass unsure about goin' further in a relationship. I wanted tae be very sure tae make my plan happen, I didn't want any risk.
After dinner, we went back tae the castle, this time me holdin' onto his arm, both o' us laughin' not at our jokes but me because I knew I got him gud and him because I was about to give him what he had wanted from me for weeks. Indeed, after he made sure his son William was sleepin', he brought me tae his bedroom and we shared our first kiss, which was nawt romantic but quite dirty. I wou'd be lyin' ef I said I was relaxed. In fact, I was quite nervous and scared. I had never even kissed anyone before that night es I rejected all my suitors, I was still a virgin in every way. And es I fear'd et, YIKES ! et did hurt badly the first thrusts. But surprisin'ly from someone es imposin' (in all meanin' o' the term) and machist es him, he was very gentle and reassurin' the whole time, and et slowly ended up tae actually feel very gud- oh naw Duncan please doon't make that face I be sorry, I be skippin' that part !
My "career" plan had worked, I was officially still the janitor, but my main "job" was bein' Lord Keith's mistress. I got aw the money, clothes, jewelry I wanted just by askin' him, in exchange aw I wou'd have tae doo wou'd give him company at meetin's so people wou'd think how important he was by seein' a beautiful young lass at his arm, and later spreadin' my legs in his bed or mine. Soon a lot, maybe aw the residents o' the castle EXCEPT his wife and his son and I never knew why nor how (gud for them, I suppose) wou'd know who I was, so es I didn't doo a lot as a janitor anymore, they hired anymore, leaving me the title but stoppin' tae pay me es I had other sources o' revenues now. The times felt sinfully gud. I was feelin' powerful for reasons I already said, I cou'd have anythin' again like when I was a wee lassie, and back then I thought he was nawt that bad either, he was gud in bed and he was very galant. For now...
A couple o' months after I became his mistress, I noticed one mornin' when dressin' up that I gained a tad moar belly. I was intrigued, I hadn't been eatin' moar than usual. In order tae be sure, I went tae the royal doctor. And he told me news that wou'd change my life forever. I was one month and a half pregnant.
I cou'dn't believe et. I hadn't planned et cou'd have been a possibility when doin' that kind o' job. The condom had probably broken at some point and we hadn't even noticed. At first, I was just surprised. Then, I had some doubts, I had supposed when I was a child I might become a mother someday, but et was moar in theory than anythin'. But... Almost immediatly after these first thoughts, some sort o' maternal instinct grew out o' me. I got... very happy. The happiest dragoness in the world. Maybe... Maybe I cou'd try raisin' a child ! Maybe et wou'd be wonderful, et wou'd be like a whole new wee dragon but also a part o' me at the same time, we wou'd form a bond... I sort o' immediatly luv'd ye, Duncan, and decided tae keep ye. And in my big naivety either due tae my current eagerness or because again I thought life wou'd be like in buks, I rushed tae Keith es soon es I left the doctor's office. He was havin' a digestive walk in the corridors after his breakfast.
"Keith ! Keith !" I called, dashin' tae him "Och, Dear McGregor there ye be !"
"Aisla ?" he sounded surprised, I suppose he was right tae be es he had never seen me runnin' tae him even less with that luk. "What are ye doin' ? Winter sales are already there ?"
"Naw ! Naw naw naw, better !" I answered, leapin' on my own feet. "I be pregnant !"
In one instant, his smile froze, and faded, while his calm -ef a bit surprised and curious- eyes turnt into utterly shocked eyes.
"...W-w-w-what ?..." he stammered.
"Oh doon't worry, et will be a secret from others, neither yer wife nor yer son will have tae know." I naively added, happily touchin' my belly.
If I had known one man could change attitude so quickly. In one instant, his shocked expression turnt into a furious expression. My smile faded and I did step back, a bit scared like the first time I saw him.
"Oh sure" he growled in a very menacin' voice es "I doo hope for yer and yer babe's safety nobody will know."
"K-Keith ?... What dooes be happenin' ?..." I was scared for gus this time, feelin' so small.
He painfully grabbed my wrist, and furiously stumped across the corridors draggin' me, ignorin' my questions nor when I was warnin' he was hurtin' me. I never saw him like that. He led me tae the boss o' the servants and threw me at his feet. I fell on my knees and hands, I feared for my belly but et was safe.
"I surprised her tryin' to steal silver spoons from the kitchen !" Keith severely told him poitin' me with an accusin' finger.
"WHAT ?!" I yelped.
"What ?! Is that so ?!" my boss asked.
"Et is. And ye wou'd not contradict ME, wou'd ye ?..." Keith asked back glowering threateningly at him.
"Gulps ! O-of course, your highness !..." he hastily answered in fear, before completely changin' attitude and turnin' aw serious "Ahem... Miss, I want you to leave the castle this instant, or I would not hesitate calling the guards."
The world was fallin' apart under my feet. Everythin' was happenin' so quickly. Like a bad dream. I was lookin' everywhere around me, tryin' tae find a comfortin' face... But only scowls. Especially the genitor's. Es dark es ef I had broken an object he luv'd or betrayed him or any worse scenario.
"But..." I gathered enough thoughts tae manage tae articulate one sentence "My belongin's ?..."
"Go to the gate, thief." Keith told me "I'll go fetch yer belongin's and brin' them to ye. Wait for me. And when ye'll have yer luggage back, I don't want to ever see ye again. Heard me ?"
He menacingly hissed that last part. I instinctively gulped.
After a moment o' waitin' at the gate which felt like an eternity, he came back with my luggage... but exactly the belongin's when I arrived. None o' the gifts he gave me ! I had not the time tae protest about that he already opened his mouth. He angrily told me he already had enough responsbilities with one son and didn't want to have twice more with a second, said he was with me nawt tae be a 2nd wife but his fun, and that I was SELFISH for havin' ruined his fun, that et was MY fault ! And thus, after one last luk o' disdain, he turnt his back away from me and closed the gates. I never saw him ever again.
I was lost. All my world and my plans had vanished. I was alone, pregnant, humiliated, moneyless, and homeless... actually, I had no choice but go back tae my parents' home... But I was frightened at the idea o' their reaction, I didn't want tae tell them who was the father, especially es his threat about mine and my child's safety cou'd be endangered ef someone knew, but I needed tae tell them that I was expectin', or they wou'd notice by themselves throughout the next months anyway. Feelin' dead inside, I started what seemed tae be long, torturous journey tae my home... not knowin' the royal gardener had heard and seen everythin' and, worried about me, discretly followed me home, and once I had arrived spied through the window.
And he must have witnessed a lot in there. As I sadly expected, my conservative parents were furious. I didn't tell them I was a sugar baby or et'd have been worse, but the simple fact I was pregnant drove them enraged.
"YE WHORE !" my paw roared "PREGNANCY OUT O' MARRIAGE ?!! HOW DARE YE ?!! WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK ?!"
"P-paw..." I tried tae articulate between 2 gross sibs, cryin' my eyes out "Et was an accid-"
"QUIET YE DISAPPOINTMENT !" my maw violently cut "YE KNOW HOW BABES BE MADE YE SHOULD HAVE PLANNED ET ! YER SOCIAL LIFE BE OVER YE KNOW ET NOW ! WHO DOOES BE THE PAW ?!"
"I..." I was hesitatin' but I just cou'dn't tell who "I can't say..."
"WELL ANYWAY YE KNOW WHAT DOOES BE GOIN' TAE HAPPEN NOW !" my paw yelled at me "EITHER YE LEAVE THE EGG IN AN ORPHANAGE WHEN YE WOU'D HAVE LAID ET, OR YE LEAVE FOREVER !"
"N-naw !..." I begged on my knees, desperate, scared and sad es I had never been before "I have nowhere else tae go !... And I want tae keep et, et be my baby !..."
My parents called me names and kept insistin' about the genitor's identity. I wanted to die... And I was sure my parents were about tae use their hands on me seein' how they were trampled tae me !... But before they cou'd even touch me, the door opened.
"E-excuse me, sir and madam ?..."
We all turnt and stopped tae see who cou'd that be. An embarrassed and nervous dragon, whose age seemed tae be between mine and Lord Keith's.
"I..." he hesitated, he was very very nervous "My apologies too interrupt... My... Name be MacKenna and... Please doon't hurt her, et dooesn't be her fault, b-but... Gulps... Mine. Aye, I be the father."
I immediatly stopped tae tear up. What ? Who was that lad ? Did I hear well ? Why did he doo that ? Was that a gud thin' for me ? All I know is after 2 solid seconds o' bein' flabergasted, my parents roared and threw themselves at him. The poor lad got a black eye, they went savagely insane on him insutlin' him and cursin' him ! I had tae defend that poor stranger. I made him sit and even brought him a wetted cloth for his eye, while my parents kept callin' both o' us names.
"WERE YE 2 DEGENERATES ?" my maw roared "YE BETTER HAVE COME BACK TAE ASK HER IN MARRIAGE, THAT WILL BE THE ONLY CONDITION FOR US TAE FORGET ABOUT AW O' THAT STORY !"
"Marriage ?!..." that dragon and I repeated at the same time.
Another thin' I had not planned at aw ! I didn't know him, and suddenly I, who never wanted tae marry anyone, had tae get married ?... But that was maybe the only choice tae save my reputation and assure a future for my baby... And that dragon got himself beaten up for a total stranger so she wou'dn't be beaten up while bearin' an egg in her ? That was very brave... Very kind... But probably he was like me and hadn't planned et at aw either. So I told my parents I needed tae be alone with him tae talk, so he and I went in the garden. After I apologized for the beatings and he answered et was his duty :
"My naime be Aisla... And I doon't know how tae thank ye. These jerks wou'd have gone es far as hittin' me in this state !... And ye did that expectin' nothin' in return ?..."
"I saw everythin' on the castle's gates, I be the royal gardener." MacKenna answered me pressin' the wet cloth on his black eye "Et was unfair. The king, his queen and his brother truely be reputed too be huge jerkarses, and tooday was another proof. Et was unfair for me."
"But... Now we be tied up... Now we have tae marry ? I never wanted tae marry anyone, but et be true I have no choice now I will be a maw but... We doon't know each other, doon't et be weird ?!... Ye too, now because o' yer act o' pure kindness toward a stranger ye have tae marry her ! And ye wou'd raise a child with me who dooesn't be yers pretendin' the contrary ?!"
"Ugh..." he grimaced, he had nawt planned et either visibly "Et be true I didn't expect that this mornin' when goin' tae work... But now what dooes be done dooes be done... I can't step back, et wou'd selfish, I have nothin' tae lose while ye and yer baby wou'd have a lot. Besides... Maybe we cou'd be married, but only act es friends ? Plus, I do like children..."
He really was someone. I luked away for a moment... But I smiled and shook his hand. Awright we wou'd do that.
We got married the very evenin', without any party nor bride gown, nor guest, nobody had tae see a pregnant bride. After that, I mooved tae his house, and cut any contact with my parents. They had been monsters that day, I didn't want them tae ever see ye, and indeed ye never met them. I doon't think that bothered them either. Who wou'd be yer father gout out o' the attic a second bed for me, and we got tae know each other. In one day, we became pals. I had a great debt toward him, so I decided tae never be lazy again and too learn too doo housework in exchange for him now workin' for 2. A new life had begun.
"4 months and a half later, I laid yer egg, and 3 months, ye hatched. As scared es he had been about the whole father thin', a huge paternal instinct grew out o' him when his eyes met yers. We were best friends at this moment, but we started tae have feelin's for each other after one or 2 years. Then 3 years after yer birth, we decided tae have another child and Kenina was born, and 6 years after her Lachlan. And when ye were 13 or 14, King Gowan died and es his son, Prince Burnevere, had run away 2 years before, William became king."
"Wait, I met a Sir Burnevere today !" Duncan cut. "In fact I became king because after he saw I pulled out the club he abdicated, he had been called back tae Scotland es King William died without a heir, he even pulled out the club before my eyes ! Sigh, so et means even he saw I was a Furnace before I remembered what pullin' et out meant despite I knew the rules aw my life... So... He was my cousin ?!"
"Well, ef he pulled out the Club indeed, aye, he was that same Burnevere !" MacKenna confirmed. "What dooes he be doin' now ?"
"He be a knight in England, in the kingdom o' Camelhot. He be now known es "Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated". And apparently, he didn't want tae be king and wanted tae remain a knight."
"So he ran away there and was probably found by some spy but es William was king already they let him there and had him called back only when he died..." Aisla supposed.
"Probably... Also, ye may nawt believe me, but King William be a ghost now."
"What ?!" his parents exclaimed.
"Aye, that be how he denounced MacBreath, now he be happily hauntin' the castle. Well... He seemed friendly and said he was happy tae see me on the throne... A "Furnace"... I didn't even pay attention tae that, how stupid I was..." he facepalmed "Anyway, I doon't know if he knows for my real identity, he might just think I be a very distant cousin. How do ye think he will react ef I tell him ?..."
"Well..." Aisla shook her head to gather her thought after the news of a ghost of a king wandering in the castle "He was a gud king in contrast o' his uncle and his father, we aw saw et, but we never told ye anyway for yer safety, even after his father's death around the time ye became guardian o' the Club o' Saint Andrew. Maybe he was a gud king tae his people, but we didn't know him, wou'd he be gud tae a possible threat tae his throne ? Well now he be dead anyway, ye can try."
"Also melad" MacKenna added with a smug smirk "I be quite surprised ye never had doubts deep doon aboot yer identity's earlier because o' yer 3 spikes on yer snout."
"My 3 spikes on my snout ? I do nawt unders-" Duncan said touching his spikes before having one big epiphany in his brain that made him hop back on his feet "Wait. Wait ! K-King William has them !... Sir Burnevere has them !... The former kings' portraits I saw had them !..."
"And Lord Keith had them." Aisla nodded with a smile "In fact, et be a hereditary trait every member o' the Furnace Clan have, even the most distant ones. We didn't tell ye on purpose but et be true I thought ye'd find out by yerself someday. Luk how even Kenna have them on her human-like nose."
Duncan fell again in his seat. He was having a huge brainstorm. All of these pieces of information in one afternoon were too much. All his life had been a life. He was not mad at all, no, his parents had a good reason, but he was still feeling disoriented and he to proceed the new information to replace the fake ones he knew about since his birth with it.
"There" MacKenna concluded with a sad smile "ye know the whole thin' now. We luv ye ye know. And we always supported ye and we will always, ef ye be happy too be the new king we be happy."
"...I know... Ye be the best parents anyone cou'd dream o'... I-I just need time tae recollect everythin'..." he answered, hand on his forehead as if he had a headache.
Aisla and MacKenna laughed and went to hug him. He accepted the hug, but he would have to leave soon to join his family in the castle. His new home from now.
"WHAT ?!" the usually calm ghost exclaimed when Duncan finished to tell him the story.
"Aye, I reacted the same." Duncan commented. "Ye be my half-brother, apparently, that be why I be a Furnace."
"I knew my father wasn't a gud person, but to that extent... Brr, gud he didn't become a ghost, I wou'd have to endure him forever. Ye know... I secretly thought ye were a Furnace from the start. With yer spikes-"
"Aye aye aye, I be the only idiot who were nawt aware o' the particuliarity o' that trait until one hour ago !"
"With yer spikes on yer snout, es I was sayin', I thought ye were either be a very distant cousin or a bastard -sorry for the term- which was the case but I didn't guess that way !..."
"Say. Now I be thinkin' o' et, ye and I quite luk like a bit alike, doon't we ?" Duncan said with a little smile.
"Eye, we have the same fuzzy hair and a similar snout haha !" King William laughed "Now I'm quite sad we never got to know each other that much. I lived quite a lonely life especially since Burnevere ran away, and I always wished for a siblin', I had no idea I had one."
"Well et be never too late. I'd like tae shake yer hand or pat yer back, but I wou'd cross through ye haha ! We'll have the time tae talk all we want now we'll live in the same place, aaaand ye cou'd give me some advice tae be a king please ? The new responsibilities scare me a tad bit, ed nawt a lot actually, I have absolutely no idea how being king works."
"O' course, with pleasure ! Well speakin' o' which, I tried to talk to yer daughter -oh Great McGregor et means she is my niece ! But she did not seem to be happy at all, at first she seemed to like to see a real ghost but when I asked her how et felt like to be a princess she became sour and left without addin' anythin' else. I suppose she doesn't like the idea to be a heir, contrary to ye."
"Oh... Kenna..." Duncan's smile faded, he had completely forgotten about how the change must be hard for a teenager "I shall see ye later, I need tae talk tae her."
He left his ghostly brother and helped by the servants found his daughter's new room. He knocked.
"Kenna, sweetheart ? Et's me... may I come in ?"
"Hm." was all he heard. He took that for an aye and went in, seeing her sangry in a foetal position on her bed. He sighed and sat next to her.
"Melass, I had not planned this either, ye know..."
"Ye still pulled the damned club and seem happy about the whole thin'..." she said in her usual monotone voice.
"I... Aye, I cannot deny et... But... I cannot step back either. I can't just abdicate, Sir Burnevere did and now I have responsibilities, I can't be the second king tae abdicate in one day !... Now there be a kingdom that needs a king..."
"Why did et have tae be us..." she said more to herself than to her father "We were gud... I wanted tae have a simple life wanderin' in graveyard writin' poems about death hangin' out with my friends about how we cou'd summon demons. Now I suddenly have the responsibilites o' a heir tying me tae that castle..."
Duncan felt guilty, things said like that. He made her sit and kept his arm around her shoulders.
"Luk... Consider et es a new adventure for us... I be scared me too... I be aware o' all the thin's I have tae doo and the fact I have less freedom ! But ef we doo et together with yer maw with us, we cou'd handle et. Wanna make an effort for me hunny ?"
Kenna hesitated, looking away. She ended up to turn to her father after a moment with a little sad face.
"Aaww, come give a hug tae yer paw my baby." Duncan said with a comforting smile hugging her.
"Awright, I'll try..." she said hugging him back "Maw and ye better make a male heir so I won't be queen, I cou'd accept tae be a princess but nawt a queen."
"Hehe, this could happen." Duncan answered with a shit-eating grin "Hey ! Speaking of which, I didn't see her, where dooes she be ?"
"Her violent enthusiasm tae be in the castle scared the servants and the guards so they be checkin' ef she got rabbies. Classic Maw."
A panicked servant broke in the room.
"YER MAJESTY !" the servant yelled with a look of horror "YER WIFE HAS BITTEN A MAID AND NOW SHE'S SWINGIN' ON THE THRONE ROOM'S CHANDELIER WITH THE CLUB O' SAINT ANDREW BETWEEN HER TEETH !"
"Indeed, classic Maw..." Duncan repeated with an annoyed sigh.
Second and last part ! OH MY GOD I never finished a 2-part fanfic in so little time ! I got lucky today as a teacher was missing and I could keep going the whole afternoon ! I was frustrated last night to see I had to go to bed while I was feeling the story and had inspiration lol.
Anyway yes a part a bit more dramatic and LORD HAVE MERCY ALL THOSE SCOTTISH ACCENTS ZHKZBFJKABFJHB
Blazing Dragons, Duncan and King William © Terry Jones
Aisla, Lord Keith, King Gowan, MacKenna, Kenna, Aisla's parents, the boss of the servants, fanfic, idea and theories © me
Duncan's mouth gaped in shock.
"...D-Doo ye be tryin' tae m-mean... That King William... was m-my half brother ?..." he asked in a tremblin' voice.
"Aye my son..." Aisla nodded.
"...I... I need a seat..."
"Ye already have one..." MacKenna added.
Oh right, he was already sitting. Good or his legs would not be supporting his weight anymore. So... That kind king, who he already met more than once, who got murdered and now is a friendly ghost happy to see him, a real Furnace (OH RIGHT HE SAID IT HIMSELF ! But did he know or he did not really think of it either ?!), on the throne, was his older half brother ?... So he had more siblings than he thought... A ROYAL sibling.
"And... So dooes that mean... Lachlan and Kenina ?..."
"Oh, they be mine, they be mine." MacKenna confirmed "They be in fact yer younger half-siblin's."
Duncan groaned, he always thought they were just his siblings.
"Es yer father and I did end up tae fall in love" Aisla added lovingly, holding her husband's hand "we wanted more children."
"Melad... Ye look very pale... Doo ye want a glass o' water or somethin' ?..."
"Naw naw I be gud... I think..." the king said shaking his head, looking down "I... I be a royal... bastard ?..."
"My babe !" his mother cut "Doo not use such a bad word !"
"Ye may nawt be my biological son, ye still be my son !" his father added.
Duncan hid his face in his hand. All the things he thought he knew happened to be wrong.
"...Maw ?..."
"Aye Duncan ?"
"How... did ye manage tae get pregnant from the former king's- my half brother's father ?..."
The married couple looked at each other.
"I think we said enough thin's for him too know the remainin'."
"Ye be right, MacKenna." Aisla nodded before turning to her eldest son "Awright, hunny. I be gunna tell ye a story."
When I was a lass, I... had nawt a big sense o' responsibility. I know et may sound crazy, I was always tellin' ye and yer siblin's tae behave, tae find gud jobs, tae make yer beds, tae tidy up yer rooms, nawt tae eat biscuits before dinner... But that was because I did not want ye 3 tae doo the same mistakes I made- naw Duncan ye be nawt a mistake !!! I luv ye, yer siblin's, yer daughter and yer nephew moar than life etself ! By that, I doo nawt mean the gud thin's like ye but the bad thin's.
For ye see, I was very lazy. And I wasn't a gud daughter to my parents. I never helped my mother doin' chores. I never tried tae find a job. But I wanted tae remain single tae be free tae doo whatever I luv'd. And I luv'd tae provock them, seein' them enragin' was hilarious in my bratty years. I luv'd them, but they had had the bad idea to have spoilt me too much since I were an egg, never punishin' me and givin' me what they wanted. So the day I became a teenager and they expected me to prepare for my adult life, in my glaikit youth logic I didn't see why I wou'd suddenly change what I was used tae. So I immediatly started to see them as an enemy and disobey them or plays on the words o'f their orders, until even them, who used tae nawt wish for me tae be upset, started tae finally be enraged.
I know that someday, tired o' me doin' nothin' in the house, they gave me an ultimatum :
"Either ye finally moove yer arse und find a job and yer own home es ye doon't want to find a husband" my paw yelled hittin' the table with his fists "or I'll kick ye outside anyway nawt carin' what yer plans be, let alone ef ye have any !"
I frowned and glared at him and my maw. I was hesitatin'. I wanted tae provock and answer somethin' mockin' es usual, but et was the first time they gave me an ultimatum. Maybe they were serious, and I wasn't suicidal.
"Doo ye be serious ?" I ended up to hiss after a moment.
"Oh aye we be, Aisla." my maw answered "Me refuse tae clean up behind ye with ye watchin'."
"In fact, we already made yer luggage whatever yer answer be. Ye either leave the easy way or the hard way."
Even ef I wanted tae keep control, I actually was scared inside. I didn't know how tae doo anythin' ! I didn't even have any sort of talent to exploit-
Ooooh, wait a minute, I thought. I was quite the beauty o' the village. I had generous curves, long legs, a cute face, long hair I luv'd tae take care o'. And males o' my age seemed tae find me attractive. Some asked me out, and one or 2 even proposed. And I be a bit ashamed tae admit I exploited some o' them tae doo my chores or my homework promisin' tae date them and then rejectin' them... Aye sweetie I was nawt a gud example back then. What I be tryin' tae mean be that I didn't plan tae prostitute myself -the pimp and the customers cou'd be dangerous and I wou'd live a relatively poor life- buuut maybeeeee I cou'd get myself a sugar daddy ? Right, our village was just next to the royal castle, with important dragons, there must had been some rich single nobles in et. Or maybe nawt even single ?
"...Fiiiiine. I will see what I will doo." I ended up tae answer, thinkin' I found the right solution tae my problem.
My parents nodded, visibly satsfied, but still lookin' serious.
"Ye see ye can be mature when ye want tae." my maw commented.
The next mornin', my luggage in my hands, I told them I wou'd try tae luk for a job in the castle, o' course nawt precisin' which one or ye can imagine they wou'd have disapproved ! So we said gudbye and I left, I think they were actually genuinely happy for me.
If I wanted tae luk for some resident o' the castle es my sugar daddy, I needed tae have a pretext to wander around. So I presented myself tae the servants' boss, an Englishman, tellin' him I wished tae become janitor. A janitor had the pretext tae go anywhere, so seekin' for some wealthy prey wou'd have been easier and moar subtle.
"I am sorry, miss, but we already have a janitor- oh right he died this morning. You're hired."
What a luck ! I immediatly got his room after his belongin's were given back tae his relatives and I started tae work. Ugh, I never used a mop before and I found et sooo borin', but at least et allowed me tae wander around the castle with a gud excuse.
I stumbled upon the throne etself, and guess who was on the throne ? The king at the time, King Gowan, grillin' some marchmallows. We all hated him, he was a bad king who raised taxes only for his parties. A lazy dictator with a crown on his head... But my goal was tae find a powerful man, so why nawt the leader o' the whole kingdom, why nawt tryin' ? So I subtly approached, wantin' him tae notice me, tryin' tae luk es luscious es possible in case his eyes turnt tae me, and o' course gettin' closer and closer. He didn't notice me one bit. Offended, I coughed. Nothin' either. I rolled my eyes, and I sneaked up tae the throne.
"Gud mornin' yer majesty~" I cooed, poppin' up.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!" he fell from the throne.
"Ooh, I be sorry, I did nawt mean tae scare ye in any way, my king" I said posin' sexily against the throne "Ye who be so strong, powerful and manly I supposed seein' such a fragile and innocent young damsel es I wou'd have given ye moar pleasant feelin's."
"Well I em not a fan o' damsels poppin' up in a creepy way..." King Gowan answered codly gettin' up.
"My apologies. I was eager tae meet ye. I em yer biggest fan." I lied with bedroom eyes.
"O' course, everybody is my biggest fan. Those who aren't go to jail."
"Hem..." this made me hesitate "O' course, such a great king like ye need tae be assertive tae impose their authority, this gained aaaaw my respect for y-"
"Are ye tryin' to be a kissarse or a flirt ?" he cut me with a cold stare.
This caught me by surprise, the naive 19-years-old I was thought et was easier in buks.
"Hem, I-"
"Ef et is the later, I'll have ye know I luv my dear sweet wife much more than anythin' or anyone. Now get out o' here, sadly for me I need to teach the accident she and I had about how to be king. What's his name again, Burnevere ? Get out !"
I got so scared o' the king's hostile reaction I jumped at his last order and dashingly stepped back out o' the room apologizing all the way, my back never facin' him. And this was why I bumped intoo someone :
"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry- Ow ! Sorry !" I apologized after the shock.
"OW !" the dragon exclaimed before growlin' "Can't ye just luk where ye're steppin' ye wee-"
These angry words scared me. This huge dragon turnt to me with a scowl and gritted teeth, but es soon es he laid his eyes on me and saw I was a beautiful young dragoness, he paused, and his attitude changed all o' sudden.
"Oh- ooooooh." he cooed with a smirk, and bowed, takin' my hand tae kiss et "My apologies, milady. I did not wish to sound rude at all. What can a cute lass like ye be doin' in such a maze-like castle ?"
"I... be the new janitor." I said, quite disoriented by his change of attitude. "Et be my job. Mister ?..."
"Keith. Lord Keith." he proudly grinned, wigglin' his bushy eyebrows "The king's younger brother. At yer service."
A royal prince ! And he seemed tae be interested ! Finally ! My goal was near. But I needed tae be careful. I had tae think twice. I saw how et happened with his brother. I remembered some piece o' advice I had heard in the past, apparently men grew bored o' women who immediatly gave in their flirtin', they wanted tae feel change, like hunters. Maybe et was his case. I needed tae play hard tae get.
"Oh, what a surprise, I just spoke tae yer brother." I cooed back, gracefully bowin' "My name be Aisla."
"What a lovely name for such a lovely face." he grinned "Have ye visitted the castle yet ? I cou'd be yer guide."
"Och, no thank ye, I will doo et by myself." I smirked turnin' my back from him and takin' back my mop.
"Are ye sure ? I em free for now, et wou'd be a pleasure." he proposed again presentin' me his arm so I cou'd hold et.
"No thank ye, milord. Ye be a very galant dragon, but I be a grown lass." I cockily answered completely ignorin' his offer, which made him frown ; he probably was not used tare be refused.
"Ah ? Hem... Sure. Maybe see ye later ? Ye know, my wife is with our son at his school play, nobody is expectin' me to show up today."
Even better, he was married ! Again I didn't wish tae get married back then so I feared tae be proposed, but apparently et wou'd not happen, so es soon es I wou'd not need him anymore, I wou'd leave, and bein' a powerful dragon, he wou'd not regret me es he wou'd get other dragonesses and es there wou'd be no risk for me to meet his wife !
"I doubt so. Good day, milord." I said pretendin' tae snob him, but actually hidin' a wee smirk.
And et worked. For weeks, he wou'd be tryin' tae start talks with me, es ef he were interestin' in just havin' someone tae talk tae, and I wou'd just be answerin' his questions mindlessly. For weeks he wou'd be offerin' my help in my work, and I wou'd always be shakin' my head. For weeks he wou'd be offerin' me somptuous gifts such as jewels, shoes, dresses, thin's he wou'd have never ever bought not even tae his wife ef I had not been that hard tae catch. And es temptin' as those were, I wou'd be politely refusin' them, knowin' I wou'd be rewarded with them plus other thin's in the future if I waited well enough. I remember how I felt powerful next tae him : he, a powerful royal, wealthy, very tall and imposing, fourth in line tae the throne o' Scotland, and in age tae be my own paw, was constantly beggin' tae me like a dawg. I luv'd that feel. I swe'r there was one time, when he brought a somptuous necklace o' pearls and rubies that I obviously refused, he went tae my feet and, wagglin' his tail and spreadin' his win's, he was lookin' up tae me with such a huge hopeful grin his tongue was lollin' out es ef he were pantin' like a dawggie.
"Please, Aisla, please ! Accept this modest present I beg ye !" he begged on his four.
"Keith, please, doon't ye have any dignity ?" I smugly answered crossin' my arms.
"I don't want dignity I want ye !" he breathlessly answered, his 7 limbs shakin' es ef his body wanted tae jump on me but his brain was tryin' tae control them.
"Ye be bein' ridiculous." I sighed with a smug grin goin' back tae my work, leavin' him on the floor lookin' at me leavin' baffled but still grinnin' stupidly.
O' course, I cou'dn't play that game forever, my goal WAS tae be his sugar baby, and ef et had kept goin' too long he cou'd have had grown tired o' me. So after weeks, he came one mornin' tae me es usual tellin' me, at the most miserable state he had ever been before my eyes, his wife urgently went tae her mother's who got sick aw of sudden so she wou'dn't go tae a restaurant he buked for them, so pretextin' et wou'd be too bad tae cancel the bukin' he begged me tae go with him instead o' her. I pretended tae ponder and hesitate, before tellin' him I had nothin' tae doo anyway. I cou'd have sworn I saw sparkles in his eyes es he suddenly kissed my hand before tellin' me he wou'd see me there at night. I also em sure, es I was leavin', he was droolin' when starin' at my butt. This time, he was ready.
So we went there, he finally luked es dignified es I had met him now he was sure he finally got me. He was very galant and gentlemanly, and ordered the most expensive o' the menus for 2. Bein' the king's brother, we even got free champagne. We chatted and I pretended tae laugh at his awful jokes, but et was fair I reckon, himself pretended tae laugh at mine, he was a bad actor compared tae me. Most o' what he told me waw how great and powerful he and his family tree be and compliments about me, while I alternated myself with compliments tooward his ego and playin' the distant lass unsure about goin' further in a relationship. I wanted tae be very sure tae make my plan happen, I didn't want any risk.
After dinner, we went back tae the castle, this time me holdin' onto his arm, both o' us laughin' not at our jokes but me because I knew I got him gud and him because I was about to give him what he had wanted from me for weeks. Indeed, after he made sure his son William was sleepin', he brought me tae his bedroom and we shared our first kiss, which was nawt romantic but quite dirty. I wou'd be lyin' ef I said I was relaxed. In fact, I was quite nervous and scared. I had never even kissed anyone before that night es I rejected all my suitors, I was still a virgin in every way. And es I fear'd et, YIKES ! et did hurt badly the first thrusts. But surprisin'ly from someone es imposin' (in all meanin' o' the term) and machist es him, he was very gentle and reassurin' the whole time, and et slowly ended up tae actually feel very gud- oh naw Duncan please doon't make that face I be sorry, I be skippin' that part !
My "career" plan had worked, I was officially still the janitor, but my main "job" was bein' Lord Keith's mistress. I got aw the money, clothes, jewelry I wanted just by askin' him, in exchange aw I wou'd have tae doo wou'd give him company at meetin's so people wou'd think how important he was by seein' a beautiful young lass at his arm, and later spreadin' my legs in his bed or mine. Soon a lot, maybe aw the residents o' the castle EXCEPT his wife and his son and I never knew why nor how (gud for them, I suppose) wou'd know who I was, so es I didn't doo a lot as a janitor anymore, they hired anymore, leaving me the title but stoppin' tae pay me es I had other sources o' revenues now. The times felt sinfully gud. I was feelin' powerful for reasons I already said, I cou'd have anythin' again like when I was a wee lassie, and back then I thought he was nawt that bad either, he was gud in bed and he was very galant. For now...
A couple o' months after I became his mistress, I noticed one mornin' when dressin' up that I gained a tad moar belly. I was intrigued, I hadn't been eatin' moar than usual. In order tae be sure, I went tae the royal doctor. And he told me news that wou'd change my life forever. I was one month and a half pregnant.
I cou'dn't believe et. I hadn't planned et cou'd have been a possibility when doin' that kind o' job. The condom had probably broken at some point and we hadn't even noticed. At first, I was just surprised. Then, I had some doubts, I had supposed when I was a child I might become a mother someday, but et was moar in theory than anythin'. But... Almost immediatly after these first thoughts, some sort o' maternal instinct grew out o' me. I got... very happy. The happiest dragoness in the world. Maybe... Maybe I cou'd try raisin' a child ! Maybe et wou'd be wonderful, et wou'd be like a whole new wee dragon but also a part o' me at the same time, we wou'd form a bond... I sort o' immediatly luv'd ye, Duncan, and decided tae keep ye. And in my big naivety either due tae my current eagerness or because again I thought life wou'd be like in buks, I rushed tae Keith es soon es I left the doctor's office. He was havin' a digestive walk in the corridors after his breakfast.
"Keith ! Keith !" I called, dashin' tae him "Och, Dear McGregor there ye be !"
"Aisla ?" he sounded surprised, I suppose he was right tae be es he had never seen me runnin' tae him even less with that luk. "What are ye doin' ? Winter sales are already there ?"
"Naw ! Naw naw naw, better !" I answered, leapin' on my own feet. "I be pregnant !"
In one instant, his smile froze, and faded, while his calm -ef a bit surprised and curious- eyes turnt into utterly shocked eyes.
"...W-w-w-what ?..." he stammered.
"Oh doon't worry, et will be a secret from others, neither yer wife nor yer son will have tae know." I naively added, happily touchin' my belly.
If I had known one man could change attitude so quickly. In one instant, his shocked expression turnt into a furious expression. My smile faded and I did step back, a bit scared like the first time I saw him.
"Oh sure" he growled in a very menacin' voice es "I doo hope for yer and yer babe's safety nobody will know."
"K-Keith ?... What dooes be happenin' ?..." I was scared for gus this time, feelin' so small.
He painfully grabbed my wrist, and furiously stumped across the corridors draggin' me, ignorin' my questions nor when I was warnin' he was hurtin' me. I never saw him like that. He led me tae the boss o' the servants and threw me at his feet. I fell on my knees and hands, I feared for my belly but et was safe.
"I surprised her tryin' to steal silver spoons from the kitchen !" Keith severely told him poitin' me with an accusin' finger.
"WHAT ?!" I yelped.
"What ?! Is that so ?!" my boss asked.
"Et is. And ye wou'd not contradict ME, wou'd ye ?..." Keith asked back glowering threateningly at him.
"Gulps ! O-of course, your highness !..." he hastily answered in fear, before completely changin' attitude and turnin' aw serious "Ahem... Miss, I want you to leave the castle this instant, or I would not hesitate calling the guards."
The world was fallin' apart under my feet. Everythin' was happenin' so quickly. Like a bad dream. I was lookin' everywhere around me, tryin' tae find a comfortin' face... But only scowls. Especially the genitor's. Es dark es ef I had broken an object he luv'd or betrayed him or any worse scenario.
"But..." I gathered enough thoughts tae manage tae articulate one sentence "My belongin's ?..."
"Go to the gate, thief." Keith told me "I'll go fetch yer belongin's and brin' them to ye. Wait for me. And when ye'll have yer luggage back, I don't want to ever see ye again. Heard me ?"
He menacingly hissed that last part. I instinctively gulped.
After a moment o' waitin' at the gate which felt like an eternity, he came back with my luggage... but exactly the belongin's when I arrived. None o' the gifts he gave me ! I had not the time tae protest about that he already opened his mouth. He angrily told me he already had enough responsbilities with one son and didn't want to have twice more with a second, said he was with me nawt tae be a 2nd wife but his fun, and that I was SELFISH for havin' ruined his fun, that et was MY fault ! And thus, after one last luk o' disdain, he turnt his back away from me and closed the gates. I never saw him ever again.
I was lost. All my world and my plans had vanished. I was alone, pregnant, humiliated, moneyless, and homeless... actually, I had no choice but go back tae my parents' home... But I was frightened at the idea o' their reaction, I didn't want tae tell them who was the father, especially es his threat about mine and my child's safety cou'd be endangered ef someone knew, but I needed tae tell them that I was expectin', or they wou'd notice by themselves throughout the next months anyway. Feelin' dead inside, I started what seemed tae be long, torturous journey tae my home... not knowin' the royal gardener had heard and seen everythin' and, worried about me, discretly followed me home, and once I had arrived spied through the window.
And he must have witnessed a lot in there. As I sadly expected, my conservative parents were furious. I didn't tell them I was a sugar baby or et'd have been worse, but the simple fact I was pregnant drove them enraged.
"YE WHORE !" my paw roared "PREGNANCY OUT O' MARRIAGE ?!! HOW DARE YE ?!! WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK ?!"
"P-paw..." I tried tae articulate between 2 gross sibs, cryin' my eyes out "Et was an accid-"
"QUIET YE DISAPPOINTMENT !" my maw violently cut "YE KNOW HOW BABES BE MADE YE SHOULD HAVE PLANNED ET ! YER SOCIAL LIFE BE OVER YE KNOW ET NOW ! WHO DOOES BE THE PAW ?!"
"I..." I was hesitatin' but I just cou'dn't tell who "I can't say..."
"WELL ANYWAY YE KNOW WHAT DOOES BE GOIN' TAE HAPPEN NOW !" my paw yelled at me "EITHER YE LEAVE THE EGG IN AN ORPHANAGE WHEN YE WOU'D HAVE LAID ET, OR YE LEAVE FOREVER !"
"N-naw !..." I begged on my knees, desperate, scared and sad es I had never been before "I have nowhere else tae go !... And I want tae keep et, et be my baby !..."
My parents called me names and kept insistin' about the genitor's identity. I wanted to die... And I was sure my parents were about tae use their hands on me seein' how they were trampled tae me !... But before they cou'd even touch me, the door opened.
"E-excuse me, sir and madam ?..."
We all turnt and stopped tae see who cou'd that be. An embarrassed and nervous dragon, whose age seemed tae be between mine and Lord Keith's.
"I..." he hesitated, he was very very nervous "My apologies too interrupt... My... Name be MacKenna and... Please doon't hurt her, et dooesn't be her fault, b-but... Gulps... Mine. Aye, I be the father."
I immediatly stopped tae tear up. What ? Who was that lad ? Did I hear well ? Why did he doo that ? Was that a gud thin' for me ? All I know is after 2 solid seconds o' bein' flabergasted, my parents roared and threw themselves at him. The poor lad got a black eye, they went savagely insane on him insutlin' him and cursin' him ! I had tae defend that poor stranger. I made him sit and even brought him a wetted cloth for his eye, while my parents kept callin' both o' us names.
"WERE YE 2 DEGENERATES ?" my maw roared "YE BETTER HAVE COME BACK TAE ASK HER IN MARRIAGE, THAT WILL BE THE ONLY CONDITION FOR US TAE FORGET ABOUT AW O' THAT STORY !"
"Marriage ?!..." that dragon and I repeated at the same time.
Another thin' I had not planned at aw ! I didn't know him, and suddenly I, who never wanted tae marry anyone, had tae get married ?... But that was maybe the only choice tae save my reputation and assure a future for my baby... And that dragon got himself beaten up for a total stranger so she wou'dn't be beaten up while bearin' an egg in her ? That was very brave... Very kind... But probably he was like me and hadn't planned et at aw either. So I told my parents I needed tae be alone with him tae talk, so he and I went in the garden. After I apologized for the beatings and he answered et was his duty :
"My naime be Aisla... And I doon't know how tae thank ye. These jerks wou'd have gone es far as hittin' me in this state !... And ye did that expectin' nothin' in return ?..."
"I saw everythin' on the castle's gates, I be the royal gardener." MacKenna answered me pressin' the wet cloth on his black eye "Et was unfair. The king, his queen and his brother truely be reputed too be huge jerkarses, and tooday was another proof. Et was unfair for me."
"But... Now we be tied up... Now we have tae marry ? I never wanted tae marry anyone, but et be true I have no choice now I will be a maw but... We doon't know each other, doon't et be weird ?!... Ye too, now because o' yer act o' pure kindness toward a stranger ye have tae marry her ! And ye wou'd raise a child with me who dooesn't be yers pretendin' the contrary ?!"
"Ugh..." he grimaced, he had nawt planned et either visibly "Et be true I didn't expect that this mornin' when goin' tae work... But now what dooes be done dooes be done... I can't step back, et wou'd selfish, I have nothin' tae lose while ye and yer baby wou'd have a lot. Besides... Maybe we cou'd be married, but only act es friends ? Plus, I do like children..."
He really was someone. I luked away for a moment... But I smiled and shook his hand. Awright we wou'd do that.
We got married the very evenin', without any party nor bride gown, nor guest, nobody had tae see a pregnant bride. After that, I mooved tae his house, and cut any contact with my parents. They had been monsters that day, I didn't want them tae ever see ye, and indeed ye never met them. I doon't think that bothered them either. Who wou'd be yer father gout out o' the attic a second bed for me, and we got tae know each other. In one day, we became pals. I had a great debt toward him, so I decided tae never be lazy again and too learn too doo housework in exchange for him now workin' for 2. A new life had begun.
"4 months and a half later, I laid yer egg, and 3 months, ye hatched. As scared es he had been about the whole father thin', a huge paternal instinct grew out o' him when his eyes met yers. We were best friends at this moment, but we started tae have feelin's for each other after one or 2 years. Then 3 years after yer birth, we decided tae have another child and Kenina was born, and 6 years after her Lachlan. And when ye were 13 or 14, King Gowan died and es his son, Prince Burnevere, had run away 2 years before, William became king."
"Wait, I met a Sir Burnevere today !" Duncan cut. "In fact I became king because after he saw I pulled out the club he abdicated, he had been called back tae Scotland es King William died without a heir, he even pulled out the club before my eyes ! Sigh, so et means even he saw I was a Furnace before I remembered what pullin' et out meant despite I knew the rules aw my life... So... He was my cousin ?!"
"Well, ef he pulled out the Club indeed, aye, he was that same Burnevere !" MacKenna confirmed. "What dooes he be doin' now ?"
"He be a knight in England, in the kingdom o' Camelhot. He be now known es "Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated". And apparently, he didn't want tae be king and wanted tae remain a knight."
"So he ran away there and was probably found by some spy but es William was king already they let him there and had him called back only when he died..." Aisla supposed.
"Probably... Also, ye may nawt believe me, but King William be a ghost now."
"What ?!" his parents exclaimed.
"Aye, that be how he denounced MacBreath, now he be happily hauntin' the castle. Well... He seemed friendly and said he was happy tae see me on the throne... A "Furnace"... I didn't even pay attention tae that, how stupid I was..." he facepalmed "Anyway, I doon't know if he knows for my real identity, he might just think I be a very distant cousin. How do ye think he will react ef I tell him ?..."
"Well..." Aisla shook her head to gather her thought after the news of a ghost of a king wandering in the castle "He was a gud king in contrast o' his uncle and his father, we aw saw et, but we never told ye anyway for yer safety, even after his father's death around the time ye became guardian o' the Club o' Saint Andrew. Maybe he was a gud king tae his people, but we didn't know him, wou'd he be gud tae a possible threat tae his throne ? Well now he be dead anyway, ye can try."
"Also melad" MacKenna added with a smug smirk "I be quite surprised ye never had doubts deep doon aboot yer identity's earlier because o' yer 3 spikes on yer snout."
"My 3 spikes on my snout ? I do nawt unders-" Duncan said touching his spikes before having one big epiphany in his brain that made him hop back on his feet "Wait. Wait ! K-King William has them !... Sir Burnevere has them !... The former kings' portraits I saw had them !..."
"And Lord Keith had them." Aisla nodded with a smile "In fact, et be a hereditary trait every member o' the Furnace Clan have, even the most distant ones. We didn't tell ye on purpose but et be true I thought ye'd find out by yerself someday. Luk how even Kenna have them on her human-like nose."
Duncan fell again in his seat. He was having a huge brainstorm. All of these pieces of information in one afternoon were too much. All his life had been a life. He was not mad at all, no, his parents had a good reason, but he was still feeling disoriented and he to proceed the new information to replace the fake ones he knew about since his birth with it.
"There" MacKenna concluded with a sad smile "ye know the whole thin' now. We luv ye ye know. And we always supported ye and we will always, ef ye be happy too be the new king we be happy."
"...I know... Ye be the best parents anyone cou'd dream o'... I-I just need time tae recollect everythin'..." he answered, hand on his forehead as if he had a headache.
Aisla and MacKenna laughed and went to hug him. He accepted the hug, but he would have to leave soon to join his family in the castle. His new home from now.
"WHAT ?!" the usually calm ghost exclaimed when Duncan finished to tell him the story.
"Aye, I reacted the same." Duncan commented. "Ye be my half-brother, apparently, that be why I be a Furnace."
"I knew my father wasn't a gud person, but to that extent... Brr, gud he didn't become a ghost, I wou'd have to endure him forever. Ye know... I secretly thought ye were a Furnace from the start. With yer spikes-"
"Aye aye aye, I be the only idiot who were nawt aware o' the particuliarity o' that trait until one hour ago !"
"With yer spikes on yer snout, es I was sayin', I thought ye were either be a very distant cousin or a bastard -sorry for the term- which was the case but I didn't guess that way !..."
"Say. Now I be thinkin' o' et, ye and I quite luk like a bit alike, doon't we ?" Duncan said with a little smile.
"Eye, we have the same fuzzy hair and a similar snout haha !" King William laughed "Now I'm quite sad we never got to know each other that much. I lived quite a lonely life especially since Burnevere ran away, and I always wished for a siblin', I had no idea I had one."
"Well et be never too late. I'd like tae shake yer hand or pat yer back, but I wou'd cross through ye haha ! We'll have the time tae talk all we want now we'll live in the same place, aaaand ye cou'd give me some advice tae be a king please ? The new responsibilities scare me a tad bit, ed nawt a lot actually, I have absolutely no idea how being king works."
"O' course, with pleasure ! Well speakin' o' which, I tried to talk to yer daughter -oh Great McGregor et means she is my niece ! But she did not seem to be happy at all, at first she seemed to like to see a real ghost but when I asked her how et felt like to be a princess she became sour and left without addin' anythin' else. I suppose she doesn't like the idea to be a heir, contrary to ye."
"Oh... Kenna..." Duncan's smile faded, he had completely forgotten about how the change must be hard for a teenager "I shall see ye later, I need tae talk tae her."
He left his ghostly brother and helped by the servants found his daughter's new room. He knocked.
"Kenna, sweetheart ? Et's me... may I come in ?"
"Hm." was all he heard. He took that for an aye and went in, seeing her sangry in a foetal position on her bed. He sighed and sat next to her.
"Melass, I had not planned this either, ye know..."
"Ye still pulled the damned club and seem happy about the whole thin'..." she said in her usual monotone voice.
"I... Aye, I cannot deny et... But... I cannot step back either. I can't just abdicate, Sir Burnevere did and now I have responsibilities, I can't be the second king tae abdicate in one day !... Now there be a kingdom that needs a king..."
"Why did et have tae be us..." she said more to herself than to her father "We were gud... I wanted tae have a simple life wanderin' in graveyard writin' poems about death hangin' out with my friends about how we cou'd summon demons. Now I suddenly have the responsibilites o' a heir tying me tae that castle..."
Duncan felt guilty, things said like that. He made her sit and kept his arm around her shoulders.
"Luk... Consider et es a new adventure for us... I be scared me too... I be aware o' all the thin's I have tae doo and the fact I have less freedom ! But ef we doo et together with yer maw with us, we cou'd handle et. Wanna make an effort for me hunny ?"
Kenna hesitated, looking away. She ended up to turn to her father after a moment with a little sad face.
"Aaww, come give a hug tae yer paw my baby." Duncan said with a comforting smile hugging her.
"Awright, I'll try..." she said hugging him back "Maw and ye better make a male heir so I won't be queen, I cou'd accept tae be a princess but nawt a queen."
"Hehe, this could happen." Duncan answered with a shit-eating grin "Hey ! Speaking of which, I didn't see her, where dooes she be ?"
"Her violent enthusiasm tae be in the castle scared the servants and the guards so they be checkin' ef she got rabbies. Classic Maw."
A panicked servant broke in the room.
"YER MAJESTY !" the servant yelled with a look of horror "YER WIFE HAS BITTEN A MAID AND NOW SHE'S SWINGIN' ON THE THRONE ROOM'S CHANDELIER WITH THE CLUB O' SAINT ANDREW BETWEEN HER TEETH !"
"Indeed, classic Maw..." Duncan repeated with an annoyed sigh.
Second and last part ! OH MY GOD I never finished a 2-part fanfic in so little time ! I got lucky today as a teacher was missing and I could keep going the whole afternoon ! I was frustrated last night to see I had to go to bed while I was feeling the story and had inspiration lol.
Anyway yes a part a bit more dramatic and LORD HAVE MERCY ALL THOSE SCOTTISH ACCENTS ZHKZBFJKABFJHB
Blazing Dragons, Duncan and King William © Terry Jones
Aisla, Lord Keith, King Gowan, MacKenna, Kenna, Aisla's parents, the boss of the servants, fanfic, idea and theories © me
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