Lord Wulfkin smiles without mirth, his cold eyes regarding her. "Your name back? You mean my name? The name of the family you shamed?" He stomps towards her. "I hear you've been introducing yourself as 'Wulfkin' to everyone you've fucked across the galaxy, and now you say you want the name back?"
Yannika's father pauses, breathing heavily, before he clutches his chest and moves back, taking a seat. "Hear me, girl. You will never be part of my family, ever again." He breathes through a face screwed up in pain.
The audacity! The sheer fucking arrogance! Yannika's control strained to the breaking point and she didn't care that he was visibly in pain. "I don't want to be a part of
your family dad. No one does. You know it's funny how much you blame me for your mistakes. Who brought me to the capital hmm?... Oh that's right!" she snapped her fingers, "You did. Who introduced me to Agamemnon? You did that too. Who didn't stand up to Agamemnon when he courted me? You again. And when I was pregnant and scared and
NEEDED MY FATHER! WHO ABANDONED ME? WHO CAST ME OUT? Who broke this family apart over his own GODSDAMNED PRIDE!!!?"
It was her turn to stop over to him and get right in his face. there was venom in her eyes. "You did."
The volume of her voice fell, but not the animosity within it. She wanted to hurt him, make him suffer; just as he made her suffer for twenty years. "You know... you call me a whore. And I am Dad. I am a whore. But once again
you were the one who sent me to the brothel; so who's really to blame huh? Think about this: Every single cock that ever fucked my pussy is one that you put inside it. Do you know how many thousands, probably tens of thousands, of men who've fucked my cunt? Blown their loads either on me or in me? Because I don't!
"And tell me, after you threw me out, how many times have you spoken to Mom? Isn't she supposed to be your
partner!?How about Tymothy? He's your heir, he's your first-born, why isn't he here for this meeting? Cera, your perfect daughter? Your baby girl? How about Yoeseph? Where are any of them? You talk about letting me back into your family, do any of them have the stomach to be in the same room as you!?
Yannika backed up then and leaned against his desk and she let out a disbelieving little laugh, "You know Agamemnon's wife passed away a month after I had Carius. A month. Had your ego, your pride, your damned need for respect not have gotten in the way I might have very well been Empress. You might have been the father-in-law to the most powerful man in the Empire. Did you ever think about that? I did. I thought about it a lot. Virtually every fucking day for a decade. What could have been." Her head dropped, looking down, chin slumped against her chest. She shook her head and laughed a sad laugh, "What could have been."
She looked back up at the old man her eyes now filled, not just with venom or animosity, but outright
hate. "You took my son from me." her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breath. The hatred coursing through her she got right in his face again and screamed
"YOU TOOK MY SON FROM ME!!!" she pulled away from him slightly and continued "So you're going to give me my name back Dad because it's mine and I've earned it. I've earned it doing exactly what you wanted me to do for twenty years: Fucking every last guy who even so-much-as glanced in my direction. I took on
all comers Dad, aren't you proud?" The last was said with mirth.
"And, your going to give your grandson, The Emperor, what he wants. Any and all evidence that I'm his mother. And do you know why?" Yannika leaned in and put her mouth right near her father's ear. "He knows. He knows Dad. He knows what you did, and he's furious with you. The most powerful man in the Empire wants to raze your House to the ground. So you know what? You better let me back in because right now I'm the only thing that's keeping a fucking
Eternal Warriors Legion from knocking down your door."