Chapter Six

I glanced at Rosalie as she walked alongside me. She was gorgeous, unquestionably, but also married. Very married.

“So, do you know anything about these priestesses we’re going to find?” I asked.

“Not them specifically, but if they’re priestesses of Solana, they will worship you.” Rosalie gave me advance notice, “The Dawn Order serves you, but the priestesses of Solana will worship you.”

I frowned. They were going to be worse than the Dawn Order?

“Right, OK. And then the temple that we have to go to, in Illian, won’t that be dangerous? I mean, Illian is currently invading Avona, I’m not sure they’ll let us just stroll right in.” I pointed out.

“It’s a good point. If we really do struggle too much, you, Angelica, and the priestesses might have to go alone, as none of you are Avonan. I don’t expect we’ll have any issues, though, as it’s southern Illian. Griffinsburg is barely into Illian, and miles away from any large military barracks.” Rosalie assured me.

I nodded, considering that.

“Do you know of any way that I can go home?” I asked softly. Rosalie looked at me, at first sharply, but then her gaze softened into empathy.

“I am sorry, my king. I have put so much thought into how to help you achieve your destiny that I have never stopped to consider how you must feel during all of this. Not really consider it.” Rosalie shook her head, “You’re just a boy, a boy in a strange world who is learning he has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. The fate of the world hangs on you, and that must be overwhelming.”

“It is, yeah.” I nodded, “I just want to go home.”

Rosalie touched my arm, and we paused our walking to face each other.

She looked tentative, but she slid her arms around me and we embraced.

She looked at me, her face awfully close to mine, and I observed, not for the first time, how gorgeous she was. This was my first time observing how amazing her tits felt against my chest, though.

“I wish I could help you return to your world, my king. I really, sincerely do.” Rosalie said softly, and I nodded slowly, a little dazed by how beautiful she was and how close she was.

“But I’m guessing you won’t?” I asked weakly.

“I can’t.” Rosalie insisted, “You need to be here, or this entire world is doomed. One day, the Dusk Queen will rise, and she will lay waste to this entire world without you to stop her.”

“Is there a way home, though? After this… war with the Dusk Queen?” I asked.

Rosalie looked sadly at me.

“No, my king… Will. There is no way home. In all of history, there has never been an incidence where someone from here crossed over into another world.” Rosalie sighed.

“Was there ever an incidence of someone coming to this world?” I wondered.

“Six incidences, counting you.” Rosalie nodded, “Each one has had a massive impact on the history of this world. Those who come here from other worlds are always more powerful than those from here. Always. The first person to come here nearly became the first Emperor of the whole world. He had conquered five of the seven kingdoms, and he would have taken the other two, if not for a great battle on a plain in Cerandor. He was killed by the second traveler to come to this world. Those people, those who hail from other worlds, we call them tanden.”

“That’s what the guy at the gate called us. Tanden.” I remembered.

“Tanden means traveler.” Rosalie nodded in agreement, “Anyone can be a tanden, but people from other worlds are always tanden. Tanden are always more powerful than people from this world.”

“There needs to be a less confusing way to explain the difference between someone who’s moving from city to city and someone from a whole other world.” I pointed out. Rosalie laughed, and she looked amazing doing it.

“There does.” she agreed.

I met Rosalie’s pretty brown eyes, and swallowed. Could I kiss her? Should I? Not with her married to Matthias.

“The priestesses.” I cleared my throat, “We’re wasting time.”

I let go of Rosalie, and I could have sworn she looked disappointed, but then that was gone and she nodded.

“You’re right. The priestesses.” she nodded, “The Rolling Plain is just up ahead.”

———

Rosalie and I entered the Rolling Plain and instantly found who we were looking for.

Three women, all gorgeous to the point of impossibility, sat at a table in the center of the room, and every man kept stealing glances at their table.

They were dressed.. interestingly, for how I envisioned priestesses. I was thinking something like nuns, but these… were not nuns.

The woman in the middle had fiery red hair and blue eyes so bold that back in my world, I’d have said they were photoshopped. Her eyes were ringed with gold, which looked actually super hot on her. She wore a silver robe with a sweetheart neckline that showed off some deep cleavage and the tops of her generous breasts. Why was every woman so blessed in the chest region in this world?

The buxom redhead, who looked to be about twenty-two or so, was flanked by two girls. Both were about my age, though one was maybe a little older.

The girl who was my age was in a gray robe, and like the redhead, her robe had the same neckline. She was significantly less busty than most of the girls I’ve seen in this world, almost flat-chested. She was pretty, though, with unusual gray hair that didn’t look elderly at all, along with dark blue eyes ringed with faint gold.

The girl slightly older than me was black-haired and green eyed with gold rings around her eyes, with fantastic breasts and in a silver robe like the one the redhead wore.

Rosalie and I walked forwards to the table. The gray-haired girl opened her mouth to say something, but the redhead and the black-haired girl’s mouths both fell open.

The two women with full gold rings in their eyes, the redhead and the raven-haired girl, rose to their feet.

To my immense surprise, the raven-haired girl threw herself at my feet, literally. She dropped to her knees and laid her forehead upon my boots.

I looked wide-eyed at Rosalie, and she herself looked rather surprised.

The redhead came around the table swiftly and knelt in front of me.

“Um… nice to meet you?” I asked uncertainly. The gray-haired priestess looked just as stunned as I did.

“Our Savior and Lord, the Dawnbringer, the Son of Solana… it is an honor.” the redhead woman said, “I am Priestess Clarissa, sworn servant to Solana, and, of course, to you.”

“I am Priestess Samara.” said the black-haired girl, who finally lifted her forehead up off my feet and looked up at me adoringly.

I could see right down her robe, and she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

Her pretty green eyes held mine, and it was hard to take my eyes off of her.

“You know who I am?” I asked, unsure.

“Of course.” said Clarissa, “You are the King of the Dawn, Master of the Light.”

“And the man we have been waiting for.” Samara chimed in, “The man we always have been waiting for, knowing he would come one day, as prophecy says. The one born of Solana.”

“I was-“ I tried to protest, but Rosalie shook her head.

I wasn’t born from Solana, I was born from Andrea Thompson in New York.

But… I was the Dawn King, and though I hated almost everything that came with that, a big part of me was looking at the kneeling Clarissa and Samara and enjoying it.

“He’s the Chosen One? The Lightbringer?” the gray-haired priestess gasped, and she stared at me in fascination.

“Uh, yeah. I’m the Dawn King.” I said with a sigh, and she threw herself down at my feet, too.

I glanced awkwardly around the inn and saw that all of the men were staring at me in open-mouthed amazement.

“We’re drawing too much attention.” Rosalie cautioned, touching my arm. I nodded.

“Uh, priestesses, do you have a room here at the inn? Somewhere with more privacy?” I wondered.

“Indeed we do.” Clarissa said quickly, and all three rose to their feet.

“This way, Lightbringer.” Samara bowed to me, and Rosalie and I followed the three priestesses upstairs and into the third room on the right.

“Introduce yourself.” Clarissa urged the gray-haired girl when we were all five in the room.

“I am Theresa, an aspirant.” the gray-haired girl said, inclining her head.

“Aspirant?” I asked in confusion.

“The Dawn King is new to our world. He has not even been in this realm for a week.” Rosalie explained to the priestesses.

Clarissa nodded in understanding.

“An aspirant is one who wishes to become a priestess of Solana, or any deity, I suppose. There are trials that must be conducted in order for an aspirant to raise to the level of priestess.” Clarissa explained.

“How can the priestesses of Solana serve you, Holy One?” Samara asked eagerly, and without warning, she dropped down to her knees in front of me again, looking up at me.

The dirty part of me was extremely happy with the view before me, but the moral part of me tried to fight back.

It failed.

“I was visited by Solana in Avandor.” I began to explain, and that garnered a gasp from all three priestesses, “She told me that my connection to the Everlight was mangled from my crossing over into this world. She recommended me here to you three lovely ladies, and said that you could lead me to the Temple of Solana in Illian and help me restore my connection.”

All three blushed at my compliment, but none more than Clarissa. She came forwards and embraced me, to my surprise.

“The priestesses of Solana have served her for eons, and I submit myself to you, flesh and soul, in your service, Son of Solana. I will see you to the Temple of your mother, or perish trying.” Clarissa vowed. I was stunned, and more so when she planted a hard kiss on my lips, though it lasted only a second.

Samara rose to her feet and performed the exact same ritual, even the kiss.

Theresa stepped forwards uncertainly, but Clarissa shook her head.

“You have yet to swear oaths to Solana, and you shall not bind yourself to her son without the presence of the Great Mother.” Clarissa said gently.

“We will help you on your journey, Lightbringer.” Samara said readily, “I expect every priestess in the Temple might swear herself to you, and we shall all help you journey forth into whatever greatness awaits you.”

“Right.” I said, overwhelmed at the thought of every priestess in the Temple swearing herself to me. I already had 3 sworn servants, first Angelica, and now Clarissa and Samara.

“Priestess Samara, you may gather our things with the aid of Aspirant Theresa. I will escort our holy master back to his dwellings and help him with whatever he requires to leave.” Clarissa ordered, which confirmed to me that the redhead was in charge.

“Of course, Priestess Clarissa.” Theresa bowed to Clarissa. Samara looked to me, and I realized with a start that she was awaiting my instructions, which Clarissa looked miffed about.

“It’s a good plan.” I nodded, and Samara bowed deeply to me.

“As you command, Master.” she said in a loving voice.

Clarissa led Rosalie and I from the room.

“They were even more vehement in their adoration of you than I expected.” Rosalie murmured as we walked.

“You’re telling me.” I muttered.

My fingers brushed Rosalie’s hand, and then I laced them with hers.

Having multiple beautiful women on their knees for you tended to be a confidence boost.

Rosalie gave me a sidelong look, then she gave my hand a warm squeeze.

Rosalie and I walked back towards our inn holding hands while Clarissa led the way, though how she knew where we were staying, I had no idea.