The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 316: The Duchess Of Ductress

Chapter 316: The Duchess Of Ductress

FIONNA

Fionna the Red Hand watched as fifth contestants fought for a feat that only seemed even more unreachable with every single blow they exchanged and parried.

Ever since the Sighter won, it had become apparent to everyone that had had termed his winning easy that the Sighter was in fact, an outstanding gem among unpolished ones. For every loss that followed his win only made his feat seem even more glorious than it would ordinarily have been.

Fionna didn’t panic, instead like a hawk she watched all the contestants that followed after. From their moves, to their unwillingness to fall easily to the ground, she watched it.

To the way the sand trickled steadily in tune of the five minutes it was supposed to regulate and to the way the time finally went off... she watched it all.

Observing, studying, and bracing herself.

There was no chance for her to simply stand on equal footing with Basil NorthClaw. She had to deliver a defeat that would have him sprawled on the ground, unable to get to up. And to do that, she just apply both her physical and analytical skills. She simply mustn’t fight, she must think of how best to end it quickly.

"You’re lucky you’re fighting a woman," one of the contestants that still remained in the lower Dias with them muttered to Basil in an uneasy, slightly unnerved voice.

"And how is that lucky?!" Basil snapped, his eyes glued on the match that was ongoing on the stage.

He was studying the combatants just like she had been doing.

"You shouldn’t be like this Basil," another man drawled in a voice with a heavy accent. "Fighting a woman at this point is an advantage so stop pretending like you don’t see what we are all seeing."

Basil growled, facing the man. "Do you think this is ten centuries earlier, or perhaps do you think the Red Sisters were established for shits and giggles?! She is a fucking Red Hand!"

Basil’s retort made her uneasy. The fact that the man did not underestimate her in the least and had actually placed her on such a high pedestal was not a welcome development. She would rather that he underestimated her as that would mean he wouldn’t be nearly prepared for her as he should be.

But now, it would seem as though he was well prepared. If anything, over prepared.

"Spare me that nonsense," the man with the heavy accent spat, obviously not sharing Basil’s sentiment. "At the end of the day they are just a bunch of women pretending to be what they can never be."

Fionna wondered why she was not fighting someone like the man. She would easily take down a shallow brained sexist like him compared to Basil who was on his own part a confident sexist.

Not the best combination.

"I heard that the Red Sisters have the ability to turn a man into a woman," Caspian Vampage drawled from the beam where he had been leaning on throughout the entire event.

Unlike the man’s usual chattering nature, he had been unusually silent ever since the combat had started. Same with Yaren, and they were not even paired together.

"I suppose that must be why you look like this," the man with the heavy accent mocked him while hitting his big belly, "they just have turned you into a woman." He finished, but no one laughed along with him.

Fionna narrowed her eyes at him while she observed Caspian for his reaction. He was far from looking like a woman except for the fact that it might be said that he possessed a kind of beauty that could only be seen with women.

His eyebrows were thick, long lashes framed his eyes, and his lips were almost pink.

But asides that, he was six feet two, with ripped muscles. It was probably the fact that Caspian loved to joke a little more than unusual that must have caused the Heavy-Accent man to think that he was someone that he could easily talk to.

Caspian laughed although it hardly reached his eyes. Fionna was beginning to see what Yaren meant when he was asked the man to don off his mask.

"Really, I am not joking with you." Caspian continued, undeterred, "The Red Hand Fionna is quite popular in the GreenLands. We even have a nickname for her..." he trailed darkly while Fionna scowled at him.

So far, they were the only two people that came from the GreenLands, a fact that she was beginning to hate.

Caspian might be the unpopular bastard of the Vampage Pack, but the man must know enough about her and her darker activities in the Eastern.

"Pray tell what that nickname is?" Heavy Accent drawled lazily while he eyed Caspian up and down, "’Turner of Men into Women’?" He mocked while some of the remaining combatants laughed.

Caspian laughed too. The loudest even before he answered.

"No. It’s the Duchess of Ductress."

"The duchess of seductress?"

"I believe he said ductress, dufus." Basil groaned as if he was praying for some silence to descend the Dias.

"And what does that even mean?"

Basil’s expression turned sour. The man turned to look at her with a mixture of anticipation and rising fear. "Ductress is the name of the first goddess that rules the East. She had fifty husbands and none of them could ever win her throne. It’s said at night, she sealed their lips with a duct tape."

"So some stupid fairytale then." Heavy accent scoffed, looking between Caspian and Basil with unmasked disgust like he couldn’t believe men like them were playing with such underhanded theory.

Caspian smirked, and then he turned those eyes of his on Fionna who had been doing her best to pretend like all her attention was on the arena and not on the unsavory gist they were exchanging.

Then the man began to approach her. "Should you not be thanking me for the stunt that I pulled?" He said as he plopped against the beam by Fionna’s side.

Fionna didn’t want to respond at first, but knowing about Caspian Vampage’s notorious annoying ways, she had no choice but to respond. "Do you think tell Basil that I am nicknamed the Duchess of Ductress is enough to send fear in him?"

"Of course," he replied cheerily, "I believe I saw his legs shaking just now."

"Then you must be far blind that you give your sight credit."

"I’ve never been more clear sighted before than now, Red Hand."

"We have gone through all the tests without you approaching me, why now?"

"At this point, it’s not too late to propose an alliance, no?"

"I must decline your kind offer, Caspain Vampage."

"I am hurt, Duchess."

"Point of correction, you got the nickname right, but if you think NorthClaw’s explanation isn’t the reason behind the nickname then you’re ignorant."

Caspian tilted his head to one side. "Is it not? Do enlighten me."

Fiona stood as she watched the last grain of sand trickle it’s last and the match declared a failure as it ended in yet another tie.

"I was the duchess of ductress because I adopted the goddess’s torture methods she used on her fifty husbands should they defile her."

Caspian’s eyes glittered dangerously. "And what torture method is that?"

Fionna faked a gasp before she answered, "Have you not heard? Castration of course. The dud chess had an uncanny love for cutting off the tidbits of her husbands."

Caspian smirked, "She must have been a very cruel man," he commented causing Fionna to frown this time around.

The tale of the Duchess of Ductress was her favourite one because it reminded her of her own childhood trauma.

"No she wasn’t cruel. She was very kind, Vampage. I would think you of all people would know that."

Caspian’s smile dropped, "and why would you say that?" He asked grimly.

"Her husbands raped her maids. She only exerted rightful vengeance on them." Fionna answered without batting an eye. It was rarely spoken of, but rumours had it that Caspian’s mother was raped by Alpha Vampage, and that every act was what led to him being born.

His smile returned easily, "I guess it was kindness then and not cruelty. Thank you for enlightening me, Claw Red Hand."

"And next up is Basil NorthClaw, fighting against the Claw Red Hand Fionna!" The announcer boomed and true audience erupted into cheers of Basil as the man staggered to the stage looking like the picture perfect combatant about to take over the world.

"I hope that when you climb the stage, you will show great kindness to your opponent, Red Hand." Caspian wished, while Fionna simply walked into the arena that suddenly descended into silence on her arrival.

She revelled in it though. When it was silent, she could think better, and think was what she did. Connecting herself to her wolf, she stepped on the stage more than just herself.

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