The night on which Keldon's story began wasn’t a dark, stormy one, or anything that seems to start stories like his. It was a bright and sunny evening in Saun, where the air was crisper than normal, raising the spirits of Idalos' populous. The sun still shone down on the lands, bathing the ground in the warm glow of promise. That promise was rarely extended to the life of a slave, who could not claim that existence as his own. The illegitimate child of a
Woman of the Night who had neglected to take herbs designed to destroy any chance of being impregnated, Keldon was wanted by his mother, but not by anyone else.
Raised in that same brothel, the boy's life was a narrow and limited one by many standards... yet to descibe it as colourless would not do it justice. His education was that of drugs, alcohol, debauchery, and pleasure. Once old enough to walk and hold his tongue, the Brothel owner created the role of 'Cup-Bearer', for any who ate in the establishment would pay their way, including an innocent toddler. Keldon was exposed to the social elite, something that was an education in and of itself. From there, he gained slightly more formal education in etiquette and hosting: a skill which had clientele smiling at him before he had even opened his mouth.
At a tender age, much to his mother's horror, he was introduced to the sensual arts that really defined the desires of the guests of the underground. It was his all he knew, born and raised in the darkness, and he had learnt much of it before he was old enough to understand what had been happening. Training was short and easy for this reason, and it was the first time the owner did not despise the birth of a child to one of his whores.
Despite his ease at picking up the art of seduction, Keldon was nothing special, not when compared to the women, some of whom were exotic and beautiful in a divine way. Regardless, the young man did have a small pool of clients who would request him personally, and his popularity did slowly grow. His lust for life and youth, as well as natural allure and charm, had both men and women coveting him for a night of bliss. Whilst he himself enjoyed the company of a number of the clients who frequented the brothel, the boy never craved more.
Until Magnus.
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