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Lyneth the Orc: Part One (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-09-04 19:01:01 +0000 UTC
Male Reader x Female Monster
I’ll admit it, working for the Polar royal family is intimidating. Working in the Polar is intimidating, period. Everyone here is so big, so prepared to face the harsh and bitter climate. As a halfling, I really don’t belong here, and I am reminded of that daily. Even the royal children are starting to grow taller than me now, and I have known them since they were newborns.
Czarina Katrina adores my work though, and has appointed me as the artist in residence for the palace. I have sculpted several statues for the gardens and halls, and more for the cathedral where Katrina grew up. I am proud to be able to freely produce my art here, and I enjoy the Polar even if I’m the only halfling in it.
Katrina has done wonders for education and the arts in the Polar. Where before everything was poured into military prowess, she has enacted remarkable educational reform. Her insistence on reinvigorating the dying arts of the Polar has her bringing in local artisans, and she provides them funding to enable them to teach their craft. She wants to strengthen all the advantages the Polar has to offer, cultural as well as martial. “The more Polar culture is introduced to the world, the more others are made aware. We become great through practice, and we seize attention with our skill.” Katrina says this often. It sounded vain at first, but now I can see what she means by this.
I teach sculpting at the cathedral, one of the many classes that are held there. But most of my work is done at the palace. I am often watched, which does not bother me as much as it used to - mostly by Gregori’s grandmother, or guests of the family. Other times it’s other artisans that Katrina calls in.
“Emmon, dearest,” Grandmother said to me one day. “I think you will be falling in love soon.” Grandmother was always spouting wild things. Gregori and Katrina believed she had a gift of foresight, but I just thought she was batty as the day was long.
“What makes you say that, Dowager Mother?” I tried to play along, because she could be scary if you laughed at her.
“I say it because it is true. You will meet the future owner of your heart soon enough, although I would be wary if I were you.”
I set my tools aside and wiped my brow. Looking up at the statue I was working on, I still wasn’t sure what to do. I had the basic form chiseled out, but I still couldn’t see distinct features in my mind yet. “Why should I be wary?”
Grandmother chuckled in that sinister yet jovial way of hers. “You’ll see. I do not always give away the surprise.”
“I’ll be surprised?” I stand up and move towards her. “Why don’t I walk you back to your room? It’s getting close to tea time.”
“Feh,” she scoffed. She took my hand and rose from her chair. For someone so old, she moved quite well. “You young folk don’t know how to listen. Wait until you’re grown.”
“I keep telling you, dowager mother, I am grown. I’m in my fifties, young for my people still, but grown.” I know halfling ages can be confusing for some, but Grandmother seems almost willing to forget.
“Young! You won’t be grown until you’re almost ready to die, like me. I was young a few years ago. You think you’re grown because of a number. Children, you don’t get to be grown until the cogs become greased.” She knocked her ring-encrusted fingers against the side of my head. “That usually doesn’t happen until you get to be like me.”
“Even your grandson?”
“A baby! That wife of his matured fast, though. That’s why I like her.” Grandmother snorted, then spat across the hallway. I’d been told she did this to dispel curses she saw. I really didn’t want to question her action.
I took Grandmother to the parlor, where the royal family had tea together. Already Katrina was there along with a couple of guests. “Oh, perfect,” Katrina extended her hand. “Emmon, come and join us. I want to introduce you to the new artisans I’ve brought in.”
Grandmother cackled cryptically as she went to join her great-grandchildren. I strode forward, bowing to Katrina then turning to the two guests. Both were orcs, one male and one female, with mottled green skin that had touches of pale brown. Their stark white hair was tied back into a single thick braid. “This is Lyneth and Llyr, and they have been studying under pottery masters since childhood,” Katrina said with a smile. “This is Emmon Northtook, a sculptor from the west, although he’s becoming more versed in Polar techniques. He’ll be the one overseeing the upcoming ice-sculpting festival.”
I bowed my head to them. “Nice to meet you both.”
“A halfling?” Lyneth said with some surprise. “Do you create miniatures?”
Katrina gave her a stern glare. “Emmon sculpted the two statues that greeted you at the gates. He may be small in stature, but he executes mighty works.”
“Ignore my sister,” Llyr replied. “It is an honor to be here.”
Katrina offered me a seat, which I took, and Mila poured me a cup of tea, while Nicolai offered me a slice of cake which had icing missing. I was annoyed at Lyneth for the moment, but I was used to people underestimating me. “What sort of pottery is it you specialize in?” I asked. “Earthenware? Stoneware?”
“Porcelain,” Lyneth answered.
I was intrigued. Katrina did have many porcelain pieces around the palace. “I am not surprised. Her majesty is fond of the craft.”
“I am well aware. She was insistent on bringing my brother and I here to the palace.” Lyneth gave me a look that made my skin crawl. “We will be working here at the palace to establish a collection.”
That was surprising. A collection could mean anything from sets of statues like I had done to a gallery of canvases. Collections were a lot of work to undertake.
Katrina sighed. “One for Mila and one for Nicolai. They will be gifted these collections when they get married. I know they are young, but I do love planning ahead.”
This meant the siblings would be here for a long while, possibly even years to complete this collection, especially since there would be two in production. And knowing Katrina, she would want every single piece of the collection to be the best it could be.
Right away a workshop was built for them on the palace grounds. Lyneth and Llyr oversaw the construction of the kiln, which would continue to be used on the premises in the future. I tried to stay in my workshop, but it was almost impossible not to cross paths with them. I enjoyed talking to Llyr, but Lyneth was another matter. “Good afternoon, mighty halfling,” she would say to me in passing, or she would giggle when I was nearby. Sometimes I would catch her staring at me, and it made my skin crawl and the back of my neck itch.
“Hard to believe you made such statues,” she would remark. “You would think they were created by someone twice your size.” This made me want to sculpt something giant just to rub it in her face, but I doubted such a thing would do anyone any good. Who would ever want a giant statue?
One afternoon, as I was at work with Grandmother watching me, Lyneth came into the room. She looked up at me upon the ladder and chuckled. “Where did they find a chisel to suit your hands?” she asked.
“I had it made back home,” I grumbled.
Lyneth walked around my statue, tilting her head as she looked it over. “It has no face yet.”
“I haven’t decided what it’s going to look like,” I replied.
“I bet your hands must make such fine details,” she laughed.
“Yes, I know that I’m small,” I grumbled. “How very astute of you to notice.”
Lyneth smoothed her hand over the stone. “How does one like you find their way to the Polar?”
I grimaced. “Same way most people do, I suppose.”
“Such an arduous trip.” Lyneth almost seemed to be rubbing salt into the wound.
“I know it may seem unbelievable to you, but during the spring the trip is fairly easy. I waltzed in.”
Lyneth snickered. “And I’m sure you looked quite elegant on those toes.”
I wanted to slam my chisel and hammer into the stone to make it rain onto her. “Oh for goodness’ sake,” Grandmother blurted. “If you’re going to flirt like that, give me a chance to leave!”
“I know it’s been a while since you have done such a thing, Dowager Mother, but this is not flirting,” I scoffed.
Grandmother frowned and shook her head. “Not you, her.” She pointed a jeweled finger at Lyneth. “She’s flirting so hard and so badly it’s embarrassing!”
Lyneth’s cheeks had grown quite dark and she looked absolutely terrified. “I was… It’s not bad.”
“Here in the Polar, we are direct! Don’t pussyfoot around the subject.” Grandmother stood and moved towards the door. “Just say what you want. Children!” She shuffled out the door, grumbling as she went.
Lyneth was quiet. She cleared her throat after a beat and pulled her braid over her shoulder to stroke. “Well…” She barely glanced at me before she started walking away.
“Is that what all that was?” I wasn’t going to let her get away. “All this teasing and chiding, that was you trying to flirt with me?”
Lyneth stood frozen in the doorway, then turned back around a slight scowl on her face. She shifted in place, then came back into the room. “I didn’t mean for it to come off as teasing.”
“But it did.” I climbed off my ladder. “I thought you were making fun of me all this time.”
“I wasn’t!” She looked away from me, her face shaded darkly from her blushing. “Not intentionally anyway. I really didn’t mean it.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You really were flirting?”
Lyneth stroked her braid again. “And if I was?”
I stood for a moment as I thought. What if she was? Does that change anything? She’s been a thorn in my side, but that was just because I thought she was mocking me. It would certainly explain why she was always around. Back home I knew I was a catch, but here my height wasn’t exactly a draw for anyone. The average height was six feet, for goodness’ sake! I considered myself cute, but cute men weren’t in demand here. Women wanted men with scars and muscle, men who looked like they could cut glass by looking at it. I had freckles, soft cheeks and curly hair, so there was nothing about me that suited Polar beauty standards.
“If you are, you need to apologize,” I said.
Lyneth’s brows furrowed, and she dropped her arms to her sides. “What for?”
“I thought you were being mean to me because I’m a halfling. I thought all this time you were poking fun at my size.”
Lyneth looked shocked. “My dad is short. Why would I…” She stopped herself. “I’m sorry,” she huffed. “I thought I was being complimentary.”
“It didn’t come off that way,” I muttered.
Lyneth frowned and looked away. “My dad was made fun of for his size. I would hate to think I was doing it to anyone else.”
I sighed heavily. “Well, I’ll forgive you. I am curious, though - how short could your father have been to be made fun of?”
“My father is about this tall,” She raised her hand midway up her chest. “A bit taller than you, but still quite small compared to the other orcs of his village. My mother loved him greatly, though. And I fear I share her taste.”
This made my cheeks begin to flush. “You like short people?”
“Yes,” Lyneth sighed. “No one who has tried to court me has yet to catch my eye.”
I smiled softly, then turned to look back at my statue. “Well, their loss, I suppose. Having high standards isn’t exactly a bad thing.”
Lyneth shrugged. “I wouldn’t say high standards. Short ones,” she chuckled playfully.
I looked back at her. “That was flirting.”
“Are you still having a hard time seeing it?” Lyneth gave me an awkward smile. “Grandmother really knows how to hit a nerve. Huh?” She tried to laugh as she twisted the end of her braid. “I’ve never seen someone so astute, and so annoyed with her perception at the same time.”
I went back to chiseling, filling in detail around the arm. Lyneth’s arms had inspired me, and her muscle tone was quite beautiful. I felt the need to put it into my work then and there. “You have no idea. The whole royal family thinks she has the gift of prophecy,” I chuckled.
Lyneth looked up at me with a curious gaze. She tilted her head to the side, letting her braid fall off her shoulder. “And you don’t believe her?”
I shrugged, then added some definition to the fingers. “I think she’s perceptive,” I said as I went back to the ladder. “But I don’t know how to believe in magic like that.”
Lyneth looked around the room, then walked over to the table that held all my tools and supplies. She fiddled with a hammer for a moment, then looked back up at me. “So you don’t believe in magic, either?”
“I’ve never seen it myself.” I sat at the top of the ladder again. “Until I see it, I can’t say for certain what I believe.”
“Well,” Lyneth chuckled. “That explains how you couldn’t see me flirting.” She came back over to the statue. “You’ve never seen it before.”
I sneered down at her smug face. “Maybe I didn't see it because you happen to be so awful at it.”
“Maybe that was because you were giving me nothing back in return.” She moved to the other side of the statue. “Maybe now that you know, I’ll be able to do it properly.”
“I don’t think there is anything that can save you,” I laughed.
“Oh, but I would save you, Emmon,” she purred. “I would carry you out of any dangerous situation.”
I swallowed and looked back at my statue. “Well, luckily I’m not the type to get myself into such situations.”
Lyneth’s grin grew. “How would you know?”
My hand slipped on the chisel, and my throat felt tight. “Is there a reason you’re lingering?”
“Actually, yes.” Lyneth looked so proud of herself. “Tomorrow is the first day we will be running the kiln. I’ve invited the prince and princess to come make something with us that we can fire, and I wanted to extend you the same offer.”
“I would like to see it,” I murmured. “But I have never made any sort of pottery - well, aside from carving things.”
Lyneth smirked up at me. “I’m a very good teacher.” Something about that sounded suggestive.
“I could come by and see for myself.”
“I hope so. It’s going to be a pretty good day. Once everything is up and running, Llyr and I will begin the royal collections.”
I was quiet for a moment, focusing on the statue before me. “What do you plan on doing? Has Katrina picked a specific design?”
“Why do you ask?” Lyneth came back to the ladder.
I shrugged, “Curiosity - and as a fellow artist, I do enjoy seeing the process of others.”
“Llyr and I have a specialty we learned from potters in Shimokobe. We make and fire the pieces, and then we break them.” She said this so simply, like it didn’t sound crazy.
“Why break them?”
Lyneth knew she had my attention captured. “Because then we fuse the pieces back together using a mixture of gold and resin, to show they can be forged back together into something beautiful and powerful. Katrina thought it was a suitable lesson for her children.”
“That’s fascinating,” I murmured. “I’ve never heard of such a technique.”
“I’ll be glad to show you the ropes. Perhaps your art could benefit in the process.” She motioned to my statue. “And perhaps the faceless one here could grow a face.”
I sighed. “I am struggling.”
“Then take a break,” Lyneth offered. “I find that when I’m stuck, it’s best to walk away and breathe. Perhaps seeing another artist at work will inspire you.”
I came down off the ladder and stood beside her. “Well, now that I know you aren’t teasing me, it could be an enjoyable experience.”
Lyneth’s thick brows perked up at this. “You’ll find that there’s much you can enjoy with me, Emmon.” This, for certain, was suggestive. “I look forward to seeing you in the studio tomorrow.” She gave me a wink before she turned and went out the door.
