Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

blood without gulping, but almost lost his lunch when he saw her. The largest male frost giants were only two-thirds the size of the females. This one was maybe half her size, barely larger than Godric; which meant her mother didn’t want to lose anyone else to her tantrum. It wasn’t her size that intimidated him . . . much; Aveena had a slender, feminine frame compared to most female frost giants. It was that she was holding a cold iron weapon and eating the burnt penis of the male that came before him. Like an overcooked hot dog, the roast penis had charred and split from the magical heat of her fire. She chomped off the tip with a satisfied grunt, and chewed slowly as the male looked on in horror. Somethings were true across species: the weakness of all males was their dicks.

“Yes?” she asked as she swallowed. It actually didn’t taste half bad.

“The Lady of Winter will see you in the throne room, Lady Aveena,” the male bowed, taking his eyes off her in a show of deference. If she wanted, she could remove his head as well and feast on another cock.

“Thank you. I will be along momentarily,” she dismissed him with her eyes, and he beat a hasty retreat.

“That was his older brother you were eating,” Godric informed. “You horrified him and improved his standing at the same time,” the goblin chuckled as he caught the sword she tossed back to him. It still had half a dick on it, which he flicked into the fire. “That’ll make for an intriguing shake up at court.”

Aveena didn’t care about the politics of the lesser houses in her mother’s court. “She’s going to see me in front of everyone,” she cracked her neck to relieve her growing frustration.

“She’s going to publicly shame you,” Godric confirmed, “but did you expect anything less for the demise of Ser Fredrick.”

“No,” Aveena exhaled, as she shed her glamour dress with a thought. If this was going to be a spectacle, then she might as well make it one to remember.

Together, they left her room and proceeded to the throne room. The castle of ice built inside a moving glacier was sized for frost giants. Normal hallways were twenty-five feet tall, but the cathedral ceilings of the throne room stood fifty feet over her head. Arched beams of solid, black ice were a contrast to the blue and white floor. Pillars rose all around the room, hiding guards in their shadows. The guards at the far side of the hall were male, meant to die first if there was an attempt on the Lady of Winter. Closer to the ruler of the frost giants were large females, some even bigger than Aveena, and all more heavily muscled.

Among the Fae, the frost giants were known as a brutal species. They lived in the frozen tundra, their court constantly on the move in their glacier, and those not of noble blood living a nomadic lifestyle. Few species matched them in size and strength, and none in culture and tradition. Unlike nearly all other species, the frost giants were run by women. Of the sexes, the women were stronger, smarter, and larger. Males were still impressive compared to most Fae, but it was the females who made them giants.

Their culture was militaristic with a warrior ethos at its center. They lived and breathed the need for battle, and were considered by most to be the finest soldiers. Winter’s armies were constantly engaged, and mercenary troops hired out by Aveena’s mother brought in considerable coin. They could have conquered neighboring realms if they had the numbers. Sadly, they reproduced slower than most Fae; which, if Aveena thought about it, was probably by design.

Building a reputation in her mother’s court was brutal, so most Fae who considered themselves warriors found their way to the Lady of Winter to test their metal. Many perished in the constant warfare against the neighboring Lady of the Lake. Human armies prayed for peace but trained for war. The armies of Winter knew nothing but the eternal struggle for dominance. They were battle born and bred. Even Aveena, had fought on the frontlines as a child. She’d killed her first enemy at six years old, and still remembered his face to this day.

Mating rituals were even stranger to the uninitiated. When males fancied a female, they fought to the death for her attention; ironically, further diminishing their numbers. The victor got the right to approach her, but there was no guarantee they would fuck. If a female wanted a male, she usually just knocked him the fuck out and took him to her bed chamber.

It was because of the rest of the Fae’s barbaric view of the frost giants that Aveena had been sent to the mortal realm. At the time, her mother wanted a cultured heir to present to The Nine as her eventual replacement. As Aveena looked upon her mother’s face for the first time in years, it looked like the Lady of Winter believed she’d made a great mistake.

Ymira Foxbelle, the Lady of Winter, Mistress of Foxes, Wielder of the Coldstone was the largest creature in the room. Nearly four feet taller than Aveena, and much broader; the large throne of ice she sat upon, covered in the hides of giant, slain beasts, was barely able to contain her. Her skin was the cold blue of an artic sea, her hair a wild mess of black, while her eyes were twin red orbs that could freeze Fae in place with her anger. Her face was not beautiful, barely even handsome, but power had a beauty all its own, and Ymira radiated power.

It smashed into Aveena so hard at the entrance to the throne room, she nearly stumbled. She righted herself in time to make it look like she’d just been bent in conversation with