Louder Than Words (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 57

"I have a tail! And wings! Morgan said I was the daughter of the devil!" Sylvia answered.

Arthur chuckled. "She's not entirely wrong. Your mother has all those things too."

"Mother is a monster too?"

"Not a monster my love. A demon. But that does not make you a monster, or evil. Your mother is the strongest and kindest person I know. She may occasionally grow horns and a tail, but she's never done anything to deserve the title of monster or devil."

"The maid said I was an abomination! She said I was a changeling here to steal the real Princess away!"

"You, Sylvia, are the greatest gift I have ever received. You are a gift from God, given to me to protect our people till the end of time." Arthur told her as he held his hand out for her to take. Sylvia crawled forward a bit, listening as her father spoke. "You are one of the kindest people in this whole Kingdom, and nothing that anyone says can ever change that. Your skin may be a different color sometimes, you may have horns, tail and wings. But you will always be a protector of those who need it. You will always be a light in darkness. And you will always be my greatest treasure in my whole Kingdom."

Sylvia crawled out from under the bed and stood before her father who was still crouched down before her. Her tiny horns barely curved out of the side of her head, her wings clearly not big enough to lift her yet, and her tail coiled around her leg like she was trying to hide it. Her little socks had torn revealing part of her hooves poking out. "Promise?"

He placed a hand on her shoulder and with his other hand he pulled Caliburn from the air beside them. He then held the blade in front of Sylvia, and the little succubus stared down at her reflection in the metal.

"One day, I will not be King anymore. Be it by old age, or my own resignation. I will step down from my throne, and will pass the crown to you."

"N-no! You cannot! You are supposed to pass the crown to your first born son! I cannot wear it!" Sylvia stated.

Arthur gently touched the hilt of the blade to Sylvia's chest, and the blade seemed to shrink in on itself before disappearing into her body. She glanced down to find the golden cross hovering over her clavicle signaling that she was now in possession of the Crest of Excalibur and Caliburn itself, though at the time she likely did not know.

"One day, when you are big and strong, you will have people you want to protect as well. When that day comes, Caliburn will protect you the way it protects me. When your birth is called into question, when bad people try to tell you that your nothing, or less than, or a monster." He placed his hand over the crest. "You will tell them 'I am Sylvia Pendragon, daughter of King Arthur Pendragon and the rightful heir to Britain. I hold the Sword of Kings, and I will be the greatest King this world will ever know!'"

Sylvia giggled at her father before pulling him into a hug. "Thank you daddy."

"Of course my Treasure."

Evania blinked as the memory came to an end where she found Sylvia smiling softly up at her. "Did you get lost in here?" The succubus asked.

"Your father called you Treasure?"

"I was the most important thing in my father's life. You are the most important thing in mine. It makes sense, doesn't it?"