The Awaiting Throne

Chapter One - Bar Maiden

Nastania’s POV

Pronunciation (Na-Stan-Ya)

I walked down the dirt road, my brown high-heeled boots digging into the ground at each step I took. Trees, upon trees, were around me, the sound of running water entered my ears, a river is nearby. Slowly enough I watched the leaves on the trees, rustle as the wind came to life. Along with the leaves, my skirt and dirt started to fly as well. Before I knew it, I had a face full of dirt and the bottom of my skirt was trying to fly over my head to give a view of my rear-end to the whole village, I quickly grabbed my skirt, trying to maintain my modesty and not expose myself at the same time.

I could hear it now, “Hey Nasty-ania! I'm glad you finally realized your place in this world, your rear-end is quite tempting you bed w***e!”

Rage filled my heart at the thought of that, they- my tormentors, had the mindset that women should be on their back, or cooking a homemade meal- most men nowadays had that mindset. It infuriated me to no-end watching children or women getting smacked across their faces by their husbands or fathers for no reason, it made me even angrier that they didn’t stand up for themselves. I always believe and stand-by that women show be treated as equal to men. Yes, there are psychical differences between men and women, but that doesn't mean that one should be treated less because of it nor does that mean one with more power should treat the lower power with disrespect or have complete control over them. It's stupid and immature to think like that, just like a plant relies on the sun upon, men rely on women just as women rely on men, its a cycle.

The sound of aged wheels entered my ears as a fancy-looking carriage passed by me, the rich wood reminded me of something you would see in Darla, an extremely wealthy village in the east, I only had the privilege of visiting once, not that it was much a privilege. I wonder what brings them here...

These long walks were always such a dread, living in the woods has its advantages but the long walks were not one of them.

Soon enough, I reached the village, and immediately, I received many glares. I rolled my eyes, ‘you should stop rolling your eyes they're going to get stuck in the back of your head’ I heard a little voice in my head say, which ironically made me roll my eyes, yet again. I walked down the village roads, down towards one of the few bars- Oh, I forgot to say, I work at a bar! And yes, I know, probably one of the worst places to work for a woman, but it pays extremely well. I reached an old big, sign that said ‘Sherberts Bar’ with bright bold letters, It's quite amazing how long that sign lasted, knowing that's it's probably more than a century old. I walked through the wooden door, I sighed with relief realizing that I’m right on time for work.

I walked towards the back of the bar, my eyes catching the many lanterns that were lit on all of the tables, telling me that Mr. Sherbert is here.

Sighing, I waited, 3…2…1- “NASTANIA! I heard Mr. Sherbert's booming voice enter my ears. I put a sickly sweet smile on my face before spinning on my heels to face him, “Yes, Mr. Sherbert?” I said in the sweetest sounding voice I could will myself to do. Sherbert's face wore an expression of annoyance as he looked at me, “Why are you late?! and why is your hair messy and your attire covered in filth?!” he questioned, his face turning red. “Well, Mr. Sherbert, if you haven’t noticed-” or your brain is just so old that your brain cells have stopped working.. “-Its quite windy today and, unfortunately enough, it's quite a long walk from my house to the good ole’ bar.” Sherbert hissed at me, flicking his tongue in annoyance while glaring at me, Oh- I forgot to mention, yet again, Sherbert is a lizard shifter, queue his tongue flicking. “ Well, why didn’t you use a carriage?” He smirked, thinking he has outsmarted me. I shook my head at his ignorance, “Unlike you, Sherbert, not everyone has the privilege to afford carriages and the luxuries you have.” I said looking in his bright green eyes. He grumbled under his breath, “The only reason she still works here is that her bosom and bottom bring in customers…” before walking away.

I laughed, before making my way to the stock room to grab the many varieties of alcohol and stocking up the bar.

I soon realized that it was time for work because of the tell-tale ringing of the bell, which tells me someone has entered, pierced my ears. Leaving the stock room, I’m met with the normal drunkards and alcoholics of this lovely village. I entered the bar, waiting for the request of what-ever specific flavor alcohol they decided that they would ruin their body with today.

About two-three hours later, the customers started to kick in, the normal drunkards that come every morning are no either passed out, beat up, or slurring and stumbling on their words.

The tell-tale ding of the doorbell entered my ears, but I paid no mind to it since its normal for new guests and old customers to come in and out. While I was cleaning one of the many beer cups with a wet rag, a huge silhouette loomed over catching my attention.

I looked up-

To be Continued…