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  Tyven Book 3: The Feast

  An Erotic Interactive Novel

  Rowan Bree

  Text copyright © 2019 Rowan Bree

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  PREFACE

  This is the third book in the Tyven main series. You can find the other books in the series here:

  Tyven Book I: Out of the Forest

  Tyven Book II: In the Capital

  Tyven: The Gauntlet

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  In this book, you get to choose how the action progresses. Do not try to read this book from front to back. In certain parts of the narrative you will be given choices as to how your character will act. To continue the story, just make your selection and you will be taken to the next scene. When you reach an ending, you can choose to go back to the beginning and try a new path. There are many unique scenes and branching narratives, so feel free to explore as much as you want. Have fun!

  PART 3

  Select your ending from In the Capital to continue your story:

  A NEW FACE

  A NEW WORLD

  A WELL-INTENTIONED PLAN

  ALLIES AND ENEMIES

  AN UNWILLING SERVANT

  MERCY FOR YOUR SINS

  THE INNER CIRCLE

  A BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

  A SPECIAL KIND OF SERVICE

  AN UNFORTUNATE TURN

  JUST A SERVING GIRL

  SOLD INTO SERVITUDE

  THE EARS OF THE CASTLE

  THE KING’S DARK GUESTS

  THE KING’S GIFT

  PART III: A NEW FACE

  The underground corridor seems to stretch on forever in front of you. Behind you lies Jasper’s hideout, and in front of you the unknown. Jasper squeezes your hand reassuringly.

  “We’re almost there,” he says.

  “Where?” you ask.

  He smiles and points ahead “We’ve got an appointment with a dressmaker who’s going to be very angry that I haven’t arrived yet.”

  Jasper stops abruptly, reaches up to the ceiling and pulls down a hatch door. A wooden ladder unfolds in front of you and you follow Jasper up, finding yourself in a dusty basement full of bolts of the finest fabric you have ever seen.

  Moments later you are standing in a dress shop with a gnome-like old woman fussing over you. She pulls a tape measure from her sleeve and proceeds to take your measurements, squinting at the numbers through her small round glasses. When she gets to your waist she stops. “Clothes off, dear,” she says.

  You glance towards Jasper who grins at you and shrugs.

  “Is there somewhere I can undress?” you ask. In the harsh light of the dressmaker’s shop you are feeling a bit bashful.

  The old woman tuts. “We’re already working on borrowed time as it is, dear. If the rogue sneaks a peek I’ll use my sharpest shears on his nethers.”

  Jasper turns away and busies himself with examining the delicate lace dress on the window mannequin in front of him. You undress and the old woman finishes her measurements.

  “Lucky for you, I’ve got a cancelled order that nearly fits your size. All I have to do is put on the finishing touches. It’s the best I can do on such short notice. But it’s a real head-turner and I’m sure you’ll look lovely in it.”

  The woman winks at you and disappears into another room. In the blink of an eye she is back with a dress of black and midnight blue, with long sleeves and a deep neckline.

  “Gods be glad someone in this town has the same measurements as you.”

  The gown fits beautifully. Jasper turns around as you struggle to do up the back.

  “Let me,” he says, hooking the clasps that hold the back together. His fingers graze your skin, sending tingles up your neck.

  “I want you,” he whispers into your ear.

  The old woman loudly clears her throat and Jasper goes to the counter to pay for the dress. You can still feel the lingering energy from him in the air around you.

  Back out on the street, Jasper circles his arm around your waist.

  “I know a shortcut,” he says, pulling you towards a narrow gap between buildings.

  As you leave sight of the main thoroughfare Jasper pulls you into a kiss.

  “I though this was a shortcut,” you say.

  He grins. “Yeah, and we’ll save a lot of time. Seems a waste to get there so early.”

  You make a face but kiss him back anyway. He’s right. There’s no sense in getting to the feast before the other guests.

  Jasper’s tongue tastes faintly of peppermint leaves as you make out on the dark street.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

  You bite his lower lip and he moans.

  “I’ve never felt like this before.”

  He does his best to be delicate with your fine dress but you can tell he wants more.

  You tease him. “I’m sure that’s what you say every time.”

  “No,” Jasper pants. “I’m usually the one in control. But with you—“ You grind your hips against his and feel his growing arousal. “—I’m completely under your spell.”

  Voices drift through the night as guests make their way to the castle. The loud clatter of hooves reminds you of how close the street is. Jasper seems to be holding himself back, so it’s up to you whether or not you dare go further.

  Keep going.

  Stop.

  PART III: A NEW WORLD

  “It’s time to wake.” Vale’s gloved hand glides down your cheek. The room is dark but for a couple of lit candles. You sit up in bed, your senses coming back to you. The last thing you remember is completing the ritual with Vale to bring the Old Ones into the mortal realm. You are no longer in the prince’s room but one similar. It must be Vale’s chamber.

  “How do you feel?” Vale asks, perched on the edge of the bed. You think there might be true concern in his eyes.

  You sit up and stretch. Your body aches from your long slumber but as the feeling returns to your limbs you start to feel a strange force welling up inside of you. It is like a small furnace burning deep in your chest, a potential that you do not quite know how to access yet. Perhaps Vale will be able to teach you how to wield the new power the Old Ones have gifted you.

  “I feel fine,” you tell Vale. “Better, even.”

  He abruptly gets up and busies himself at the wardrobe. “Good, because you have slept too long and we need to get ready for the feast.” He tosses a bundle of clothing onto the bed. “Put those on.”

  You are taken aback by his sudden coolness towards you. You get out of bed to dress, your naked body sliding easily into the silken black gown. Though the hemline brushes the floor, the back is cut into an upside-down V that exposes your backside entirely. You struggle to hold the fabric together in back.

  “I don’t think this dress is finished,” you tell Vale.

  He picks up a black cloak from the bedspread and thrusts it towards you. “This will cover anything you are shy about showing.”

  You gladly take the garment and secure it around your neck, wondering why the dress is cut like it is.

  “There’s one more thing,” Vale says, producing a ruby red stone hung on a silver chain from his pocket.

  He
reaches around your neck to do the clasp, his breath tickling your ear. “It’s infused with a powerful spell of protection against those that would prey on a woman’s sexual nature. Keep it on no matter what. You’ll need it tonight.”

  You hold the necklace to your chest. The stone feels warm against your skin—alive, even.

  “What’s tonight?” you ask.

  “The feast,” Vale replies. “And our chance to secure the Order’s hold over the king and his kingdom.”

  The idea of attending the feast with Vale excites you. The man may be largely cold and distant but the little moments of intimacy encourage you. As does the way he is looking at you right now.

  “Do you want to see a bit of the new world you’ve created?” he asks, a dark gleam in his eye.

  You nod and follow him from the room. He leads you out a narrow service entrance to a garden hidden in the middle of the castle. It is more like a wood than a proper garden, however, the king having let it run wild in the time since the queen’s death. The stars and moon are barely visible through the canopy above, and thorny brambles have begun to crowd the stone path to the large stone gazebo in the center. You are so overwhelmed by the wildness of the place that you fail to immediately notice the signs that you are not alone in the garden.

  Vale pulls you behind a crumbling stone statue as something large and hoofed stalks past.

  “By opening our world to the Old Ones you have allowed their children to roam free here. These creatures follow no masters but their own dark natures. They may be our kin, but they are not to be trusted.”

  Something rustles in the bushes.

  “Look there. You will understand.”

  You pull back some branches to see a pale young woman lying there, her nightgown hiked up around her thighs. A small humanoid creature laps at her pussy with its long thick tongue.

  “Let’s not linger,” Vale says, “There’s more to see.” He moves off towards the gazebo.

  Follow him.

  Go off on your own.

  PART III: A WELL-INTENTIONED PLAN

  The underground corridor seems to stretch on forever in front of you. Behind you lies Jasper’s hideout, and in front of you the unknown.

  “We’re almost there,” Jasper says.

  “Where?” you ask.

  He smiles and points ahead “We’ve got an appointment with a dressmaker who’s going to be very angry that I haven’t arrived yet.”

  He stops abruptly, reaches up to the ceiling and pulls down a hatch door. A wooden ladder unfolds in front of you and you follow him up, finding yourself in a dusty basement full of bolts of the finest fabric you have ever seen.

  Moments later you are standing in a dress shop with a gnome-like old woman fussing over you. She pulls a tape measure from her sleeve and proceeds to take your measurements, squinting at the numbers through her small round glasses. When she gets to your waist she stops. “Clothes off, dear,” she says.

  “Is there somewhere I can undress?” you ask. In the harsh light of the dressmaker’s shop you are feeling a bit bashful.

  The old woman tuts. “We’re already working on borrowed time as it is, dear. If the rogue sneaks a peek I’ll use my sharpest shears on his nethers.”

  Jasper turns away to examine the delicate lace gown on the window mannequin in front of him. You undress and the old woman finishes her measurements.

  “Lucky for you, I’ve got a cancelled order that nearly fits your size. All I have to do is put on the finishing touches. It’s the best I can do on such short notice. But it’s a real head-turner and I’m sure you’ll look lovely in it.”

  The woman winks at you and disappears into another room. In the blink of an eye she is back with a dress of black and midnight blue, with long sleeves and a deep neckline.

  “Gods be glad someone in this town has the same measurements as you.”

  The gown fits beautifully. Jasper turns around as you struggle to do up the back.

  “Let me,” he says, hooking the clasps that hold the back together. His fingers graze your skin, sending tingles up your neck.

  Jasper goes to the counter to pay for the dress. You can still feel the lingering energy from him in the air around you.

  Back out on the street, Jasper grabs your hand.

  “I know a shortcut to the castle,” he says, pulling you towards a narrow gap between buildings. “It will keep us away from the busy thoroughfares. Less chance of any of the Order’s monsters catching us.”

  It’s hard to feel safe in the capital anymore, but you trust Jasper. He seems to have a sixth sense for knowing when the monsters are nearby.

  He squeezes your hand tightly and smiles at you. As you leave sight of the main street you wonder if Jasper knows how you feel about him.

  Kiss him.

  Let go of his hand.

  PART III: ALLIES AND ENEMIES

  The underground corridor seems to stretch on forever in front of you. Behind you lies Jasper’s hideout, and in front of you the unknown.

  “We’re almost there,” Jasper says.

  “Where?” you ask.

  He smiles and points ahead “We’ve got an appointment with a dressmaker who’s going to be very angry that I haven’t arrived yet.”

  He stops abruptly, reaches up to the ceiling and pulls down a hatch door. A wooden ladder unfolds in front of you and you follow him up, finding yourself in a dusty basement full of bolts of the finest fabric you have ever seen.

  Moments later you are standing in a dress shop with a gnome-like old woman fussing over you. She pulls a tape measure from her sleeve and proceeds to take your measurements, squinting at the numbers through her small round glasses. When she gets to your waist she stops. “Clothes off, dear,” she says.

  “Is there somewhere I can undress?” you ask. In the harsh light of the dressmaker’s shop you are feeling a bit bashful.

  The old woman tuts. “We’re already working on borrowed time as it is, dear. If the rogue sneaks a peek I’ll use my sharpest shears on his nethers.”

  Jasper turns away to examine the delicate lace gown on the window mannequin in front of him. You undress and the old woman finishes her measurements.

  “Lucky for you, I’ve got a cancelled order that nearly fits your size. All I have to do is put on the finishing touches. It’s the best I can do on such short notice. But it’s a real head-turner and I’m sure you’ll look lovely in it.”

  The woman winks at you and disappears into another room. In the blink of an eye she is back with a dress of black and midnight blue, with long sleeves and a deep neckline.

  “Gods be glad someone in this town has the same measurements as you.”

  The gown fits beautifully. Jasper turns around as you struggle to do up the back.

  “Let me,” he says, hooking the clasps that hold the back together. His fingers graze your skin, sending tingles up your neck.

  Jasper goes to the counter to pay for the dress. You can still feel the lingering energy from him in the air around you.

  Back out on the street, Jasper grabs your hand.

  “I know a shortcut to the castle,” he says, pulling you towards a narrow gap between buildings.

  He squeezes your hand tightly and smiles at you. As you leave sight of the main thoroughfare you wonder if Jasper knows how you feel about him.

  Kiss him.

  Let go of his hand.

  PART III: AN UNWILLING SERVANT

  “It’s time to wake, kitten.” Vale’s gloved hand glides down your cheek. The room is dark but for a couple of lit candles. You sit up in bed, your senses coming back to you. The last thing you remember is Vale controlling you and making you fall asleep. You are no longer in the prince’s room but one similar. It must be Vale’s chamber.

  “How do you feel?” Vale asks, perched on the edge of the bed.

  Your body aches from your long slumber but as the feeling returns to your limbs you start to feel a st
range force welling up inside of you. It is like a small furnace deep in your chest. You want nothing more than to see Vale burn for what he did to you. But you’ve already experienced his power firsthand. You’ll have to play nice if you want to escape him.

  “I feel fine,” you tell Vale. “Better, even.”

  He abruptly gets up and busies himself at the wardrobe. “Good, because you have slept too long and we need to get ready for the feast.” He tosses a bundle of clothing onto the bed. “Put those on.”

  You get out of bed to dress, your naked body sliding easily into the silken black gown. Though the hemline brushes the floor, the back is cut into an upside-down V that exposes your backside entirely. You struggle to hold the fabric together in back.

  “I don’t think this dress is finished,” you tell Vale.

  He picks up a black cloak from the bedspread and thrusts it towards you. “This will cover anything you are shy about showing.”

  You take the garment and secure it around your neck, wondering why the dress is cut like it is.

  “There’s one more thing,” Vale says, producing a ruby red stone hung on a silver chain from his pocket.

  He reaches around your neck to do the clasp, his breath tickling your ear. “It’s infused with a powerful spell of protection against those that would prey on a woman’s sexual nature. Keep it on no matter what. You’ll need it tonight.”