Selene wrapped her arms around Joffrey’s neck and smiled up at him, finding his chivalrous movements very attractive. She leaned up to nibble along his neck and throat as he carried her into their private room. Her legs kicked slowly with excitement as her fingers already explored him greedily while she nipped and licked at him. When she was set down on the bed, she took a moment to look around at their surroundings. The furniture and decor of the room was appealing to her, feeling very much like a queen in her quarters. Laying back on the bed, she sighed contently and made snow-angel movements in the rose petals. Laughing softly, she wiggled her hips enticingly as the thrill of getting to touch him more grew within her.
Lifting her head, she watched him unbutton his shirt slowly. Her eyes moved from his face down to his fingers, her nipples hardening as he teased her with his slow movements. When he touched her hands, she had to force herself to look away from his body to meet his eyes. With a hesitant smile, she lightly caressed his stomach. He was being so tender and provocative at the same time, it felt as though she were a virgin again. She could tell he wanted this to be special, and she planned on repaying him kindly. Allowing herself to look back at his torso, her smile widened without her even realizing it as she brushed her hands over the hair that trailed from his chest to where his manhood hid beneath his trousers. Leaning closer, her eyes closed as she lightly kissed below his belly button. Trailing the kisses slowly up his stomach and chest, her fingers followed hungrily. Placing a kiss on his heart, she had to reach up because of his height to pull his face to hers. As she kissed him slow at first, it began to deepen with her urging. Pulling away, she looked down at his pants and began to relieve him of them. Yanking them down past his manhood, she smiled that impish grin again. Flicking her eyes up at him, she tried not to giggle as she touched his tip as light as a feather. “Joffrey love, will you sing to me?” It was random, but she wanted to play with him as much as she wanted to make love.
“A song to my love? Is that what you want?” Joffrey said, with a curl to his lips, thinking that this was unusual. No other woman had ever asked him to sing to them before sex, and with him standing before her now, naked as the day he was born, it was a little unorthodox. But she did ask, and this was their wedding night, so he brought up his fist to his mouth and coughed slightly, as he searched his mind for the lyrics to a song, to woo her with. The little tease had just touched the tip of his head with her fingers, and he felt his shaft flinch at her tough. Joffrey then started to sing…
Yeah, you are my dream,
There’s not a thing I won’t do.
I’d give my life up for you,
‘Cause you are my dream.And baby, everything that I have is yours,
You will never go cold or hungry.
I’ll be there when you’re insecure,
Let you know that you’re always lovely.
Girl, ’cause you are the only thing that I got right now.One day when the sky is falling,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.
Nothing will ever come between us,
‘Cause I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.When you have my child (little lady)
You will make my life complete (little lady)
Just to have your eyes on a little me.
(That’d be mine forever)And baby, everything that I have is yours
You will never go cold or hungry
I’ll be there when you’re insecure
Let you know that you’re always lovely
Girl, ’cause you are the only thing that I got right nowOne day when the sky is falling,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.
Nothing will ever come between us,
I’ll be standing right next to you,
Right next to you.When he finished, he struck a pose, much like one of the Back street boys, then went down on his knees before her.
Selene clasped her hands together in anticipation, holding them close to her face as she watched her husband expectantly. She graced him with a joyous smile as he acquiesced her request. As he sang to her, she had tears well up in her eyes as he spoke words of sincere love to her and their baby. Placing a hand on her stomach, she watched him adoringly as he serenaded her. How was it possible to love someone so much. Looking down at her stomach, she smiled softly as she wondered if she could even hold more love in her heart for a person other than Joffrey. Caressing her stomach, she nodded slightly. Of course she would, this child was a piece of him.Standing up slowly off the bed as he finished, she smiled at him seductively and clapped her hands. “Joffrey, those words are lovely…You are so good to me.” Though her body was showing signs of lust with her pebbling nipples and squirming hips, there was a true tenderness behind her eyes as she looked at him. Stepping close to him, she looked up at him and began to unlace the front of her corset slowly. Her eyes were locked on his as she pulled it off, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. As her dress fell to her feet, she reached up with her hands to lock them behind his neck. Pulling him down, she murmured against his lips “I want to show you how much you mean to me…I want to make love with every fiber of my heart and soul.” With a soft smile, she teased his lips with a feather-light kiss.
Joffrey rose to his feet, his hands moving to caress Selene’s shoulders, as she slowly removed her corset, and the dress she wore rippled as it slid down her curves and into a small heap at her feet. The angel’s body glowed, her natural aura should have him flinch and try to shield him from her light, but instead he had overcome his fear, and would not turn away from her again. His fingertips were practically charged with electricity as they danced across her skin, so smooth to his touch. With his lips parted slightly, he breathed through his mouth, licking his lips as he wanted so badly to taste her. From her sensual neck, down to the warmth between her thighs. His mind was already plotting its course, how it would scale each breast, and when reaching her pert nipples, taste and suckle, whilst kneading them with his fingers.Selene locked her hands around his neck, and drew him down to kiss her lips, that was more or less teasing his senses. There would be no more holding back, and he had waited long enough. He reached behind him and drew her hands up and over his head, then down, releasing them, as he was ready to take her. Joffrey’s hands reached around and ran down her back, till cupping her rounded ass, and then before she could dare speak, he seized her, digging his nails into her skin and lifting her up, so her legs would have to wind around his hips. He lifted her high enough, so she was above his member that now tapped the insides of her thighs. The first time they made love, he let her take charge of him, and now it was his turn. He walked her to the wall, that was on the far side of the room and then forced her back against it, so her backside slapped the cold rock. Using the wall as a brace, he grinned as he stared into her eyes, his were now hungry with want. Panting, as he readied himself, he kissed her hungrily while at the same time, he thrust himself hard up inside of her, not giving Selene fair warning. Joffrey’s chest rubbed hard against Selene’s breasts, as his animal like grunts started to fill the temple room. Drawing back from the kiss, he watched her face, as he continued to drive himself up into her, feeling her inner walls tighten around his thickened shaft.
“Say you like it. Tell me you love it.” His voice was husky, as the demon within him started to emerged. “You’re mine…you belong to me…no…other man will have you.” Joffrey then buried his face between the crook of her neck and shoulder, as he felt her body slide up and down the wall in time with the rocking of his hips.
Selene frowned, a pout drawing her eyebrows together as he removed her hands. She wanted to touch him, to explore more of him as he stood naked in front of her. Opening her mouth to protest, she instead let out a surprised gasp as he grabbed her arse and hoisted her up. Wrapping her legs rapidly around him so she did not fall, she clutched his shoulders and looked into his eyes with surprise. Her eyes widened as she saw the hunger behind him, a fire starting to rage from her belly button down. Feeling his member between her thighs, she instinctively pressed her body closer, allowing her breasts to press against his bare chest. She was soon more surprised when her backside was pressed against cold stone. “Oh!” Her exclamation came out in a quiet moan, her eyes looking into his as her angelic side quickly grew submissive to the wanting demon in front of her.His pants made her heart quicken, her body rigid as she tried to anticipate his movements. Suddenly, he was in her in one invasive movement. She let out a cry and dug her nails into his shoulders. Fear sparked up within her momentarily as he crushed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. Slowly, her body began to relax and she dragged her nails down his flesh as his animal noises filled her ears. His raw and animal passion for her stoked the fire in her core and she wanted nothing more than to please him. When he pulled back to look into his eyes, she saw the hungry demon behind them. Afraid before, she was now intrigued and powerless to the man before her.His husky voice almost pushed her to the limits already as he continued to pound into her. Biting her lip, she looked into his eyes submissively and tried to fight back her screams of pleasure. Her head fell back as she found it harder and harder to fight as her hips began to buck in response to her desire for him. After a moment, she was able to catch enough breath to breathe “I love it, I need it! Joffrey!” Crying out again, she tilted her head to give him more access to her skin. His possessiveness pushed her pleasure so far she thought her body would explode beneath him. His gruff manner and the way he claimed her had her spinning in a downward spiral of ecstasy. Turning her head to nip his ear, she fanned her breath over the sensitive skin as she breathed “Say it again…tell me I’m yours…”
Selene’s cries of submission were but music to his ears, and it only increased the ferocity of his upward thrusts. She was becoming submissive, as he demanded that she cry out how much she wanted this. He was by rights a dominate force, a demon that normally used and abused his toys of pleasure. But not this Angel, not Selene. She was cast high above any other woman, and now that he had her as his wife, she truly belonged to him. The smile on his lips from hearing her only grew, as he reached up and wound her blonde curls within his fingers, and he started to pull on her hair, tipping her head over further, as his fangs drew across the smooth skin of her neck. Joffrey’s hip movements became sharp and he practically started to drive her high up the wall. Selene’s excitement caused the wetness to seep down over his member, causing the friction between them to get hotter. He would pound himself in her, then start to do a rapid set, about six quick ones, then slowed to do four hard, stretching her open, as he grew larger within her
.
“You’re fucking mine!” he roared, taking her off the wall, and then holding her hips, he carried her to the bed, and released her, so she would land on her tush, with him standing over her, his slick member throbbing. Flipping her over, so she was now laying on her stomach, he mounted her from behind, and started to bite her shoulder, as he forced himself inside her. The bed creaked as he rode her into the bed, unable to stop himself. He knew she wanted this, she wanted to be dominated, and he was going to have her scream his name in ecstasy. She could feel his hot breath, and the licking of his tongue on her skin, as he built up in a frenzy, about to explode inside of her.
“SELENE…I LOVE YOU!” he cried out, as he felt his release, in waves that had his whole body jerking violently. All the pent up aggression and need washed from him, as he buried his face in her hair.<3>
Re: [RP] Harroway Village (In the Night Lands) new
August 16, 2013 09:16AM
Mountain Temple
The feel of Joffrey’s fingers in her hair gave her body goosebumps all over. Shivering, her head fell back as he pulled on her hair, the erotic pain causing her to thrust against him hard. Tilting her neck again, she let out a moan as she could feel his fangs on her skin. She so desperately wanted him to nip at her, to feel the pleasure of his love bites. The way he moved teased her, causing her to claw at his back with a desperate ferocity. Whining softly, she moved her hands to the side of his face. Pulling him in for a kiss, she bit on his lower lip and growled “More!”And then, she was acquiesced. He then threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing once before resting in front of him. Looking up at him, she smiled broadly and wiggled her hips enticingly. She wanted more, had to have more of him. A squeal was drawn from her as she was thrust over onto her stomach, he breasts brushing against the fabric of the bed which only pleasured and alerted her nipples more. When he mounted her, she stretched her hands in front of her to grip the sheets and moaned “Joffrey…take me…” And take her he did. When he bit down into her shoulder, she let out another cry as her pleasure was released in a tidal wave of ecstasy and pure sexual wonder. His hot breath fanned over her skin, her body slick with sweat as he lapped at her. As he cried out and jerked above her, she began to writhe beneath him slowly. Her breath was coming out heavy as she whispered weakly with her head turned “Joffrey, my love…that was amazing…”His face was now in her hair, and as her body slowly began to wind down, she smiled as she looked to the side. Stretching under him lazily, she began to purr “I love you, Joffrey. I am forever yours.” Lifting her head gently, she maneuvered her body so he was only laying on half her back nap. Lifting his am to drape it over her, she turned to nuzzle into his neck. Selene hoped she had given him at least half the pleasure he had given her, though she doubted he enjoyed it as much as she did when she smiled lovingly “You have a gift, my love…” She rained kisses down on his cheek, jaw, and neck, all the while purring as she ran a hand through his hair. This is what perfection looked like.
Joffrey was struggling to get his breath back, and fell to his side, though Selene had draped his arm around her and was now nuzzling close. He couldn’t believe his demon side had emerged and she was able to keep up with his fierce demands. Before, he was sure she would flee if he even attempted what he had just done, but she begged him for more. This left him in awe of her. Joffrey’s hair was all a mess, his face red and his brow dotted with beads of perspiration. The demon, had never experienced such a euphoric feeling before, a high that he could barely begin to describe. Though she had in a sense tamed him, he was able to at least be his true self, and dominate her in the bedroom. The sheets were a mess, for he had waited so long to take her, his release was considerable. But for now, none of that mattered. To him, they were truly a married couple. He had rightly filled her womb with his seed, and though she was already pregnant,
“The only true gift, I have is you, Selene.” Joffrey whispered, as he felt the demon side of him recede, and his touch became gentle. No more hair pulling or scratching. “If this is what love is, I want it all the time.” He joked, kissing her nose and then resting his forehead to hers. Pulling her tighter into his hold, he was at last at peace, and closed his eyes, relaxing his body. He used his finger tips to trace along the curves of her sides, almost dancing. Words were no longer needed. His body spent, now he just wanted to hold her all through the night.
Re: [RP] Harroway Village (In the Night Lands) new
August 16, 2013 09:57AM
Mountain Top
Selene pushed him gently onto his back and snuggled against his chest, her fingers tracing small circles against his skin. He pulled her closer and her body wiggled so she was snug against him. Her head rested on his shoulder as she could feel him relax beneath her. With a small smile, she noticed he was fading into his gentler side. Continuing to caress him, she lifted her head slightly to study her husband. The angel couldn’t believe how comfortable she had been with his demonic side. Though he was more gruff and aggressive towards her, it was not aimed with anger, but with his passion. Somehow she had curbed his sadistic side into becoming possessive instead. It pleased her that she could take both his soft and hard sides. Smiling at his ‘hard’ side, she looked down at his manhood. Smirking, she reached down to caress it before looking back at Joffrey. He seemed so peaceful as his eyes were closed. Sensing that he was close to sleep, she lay back against him and entwined her fingers with his. Nuzzling into him and breathing his scent in, she whispered “Sleep well, my love. I will be here when you wake.” Her own eyes closed as she allowed herself to drift to sleep, her free hand on her stomach.
Selene let out a shriek as Joffrey scooped her up, her legs kicking wildly as she flailed in his arms “Joffrey stop it! Put me down, this isn’t funny!” As she was placed down, she gave him another shove and glared at him “You are not taking this serious. I will eat you…” Her eyes still glowed red as her inner demon/bridezilla began to shine through. Looking up at Olaf, she raised a finger again “If you forget my name again, I will castrate you and keep your testicles as a wedding present.” Clearing her throat, she smoothed her hair down and looked around. Picking up a flower, she placed it in her hair and spun around to give her fiance a sickly sweet smile. Leaning close, she whispered wickedly in his ear “I will have to give you one of your own famous spankings later…” Pulling back, she looked into his eyes and as the priest began to trip over the vows, she could feel her love for the crazy prince warming her body. Her eyes faded back to green as she smiled softly. He may not have been taking it as seriously as she imagined, but she enjoyed how carefree and wild he was. Just part of the dark prince package deal. Placing her hands in his, she continued to look up at him adoringly and murmured “I do…”
Selene was a changed woman. The demon spawn within her had given her a new lease on life; an evil one. And Joffrey, was madly, hopelessly….and deeply in love. It was one thing to love an Angel, but when that same angel, threatens to spank you, well, he oddly felt that he was getting aroused, and…it was showing. All the shoving and the angered words, was not only making Olaf the Giant teary, for his own lady Giant used to do exactly the same thing, before she fell off a beanstalk.
“If you forget my name again, I will castrate you and keep your testicles as a wedding present.”
“Oh, no…never Little Princess. I like my meat and two vege where they be hanging, and not in your parlor.”
Joffrey made a cooing sound and tilted his head over to rest just atop of Selene’s, as the Giant continued with the ceremony, not before giving his crotch a good pat, just in case she ever carried out her threat, and he wanted to remember what they felt like.
“Right right…ahem…Do you…Salene Casterly, take thee Joffrey Brax, to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, to love…and all that other mucky stuff…till death you do part?”
“I do..” Selene said, placing her hands in Joffrey’s, and he squeezed them tight, unable to look away from her. She radiated fire, passion, and such love.
“Marvelous. Right…Prince Joffrey Brax, do you take the Little Princess Selene Casterly, to be your lawfully wedded wife..”
“I do..”
“I haven’t finished the words…in the book..”
“I do anyways…I do..I do…I DO!”
“Psh..fine. By the power vested in me, and under the Temple of Ock, and the magic words of Beackencrack. I hereby pronounce you…Husband, and wifey. You may …”
But before Olaf could even finish his sentence, Joffrey, had bent his head forward, and pressed his lips to his beautiful bride, Selene. He had at last found the joy of love in his bundle of angelic goodness, with the tiny core of evil, that was soon to be their first born. Cupping her face in his hands, the kiss would be one for the record books. It just went on and on…and on.
Selene began to giggle against Joffrey’s lips as he kissed her for so long. Shoving him away playfully, she laughed “Save it for the honeymoon…” Her eyes were lit up with love and happiness at his eagerness to finally be her husband. Turning to the giant, she waved at him daintily and with an approving nod “That was excellent, dear. You are just a big teddy bear, aren’t you?”
Turning back to her now husband, Selene pulled him in for another kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped up off the ground and deepened the kiss. She was so excited to finally be his, and she felt nothing could tear them apart. After groping him naughtily while giving him a very passionate kiss, she pulled herself away to look down at him “I think I owe you a pleasurable experience, love.” Her eyes flashed wickedly as she smiled impishly. This demon within her was driving her inner most pleasures to the surface, and she was having a very hard time behaving.
She began to ignore the giant’s existence as she murmured into his ear “I love you, Prince Joffrey Brax. I will love you til the end of time.” Snuggling into his neck, she couldn’t think of what could be more perfect than this moment. They were finally husband and wife, and she wanted nothing more than to ravage him.
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The Giant Olaf knew that the couple deserved some privacy, after watching them with a tilted head, as they practically made out at the alter. He looked at the ceiling, then he started to read the book and found that he was now a third wheel and really should make himself scarce.
“I think I hear my magic harp calling me. You two feel free to use the small guest room to the right. The maid cleaned it after the last horde came up to celebrate their rugby win. Heh. That place was hard to get the stains of, from what Bertha said.” He knew they wouldn’t be really listening, and he shrugged and thundered off to go enjoy the lyrical sounds of his harp.
Now alone, Joffrey broke the kiss and could not wipe the smile off his face. They were married. Maybe not the big fancy wedding that Selene may have hoped for, but it was certainly a lot less stressful. He had overheard the Giant speak of the “small” guest room, and knowing his version of small, it would probably be huge by their standards. Picking up his love, as she professed her love for him, he said softly as he carried her through. “And I forever more love you, my beautiful Wife. I did say the wedding night would be one to remember.” And he was sure to make that a reality.
Entering the plush quarters, that was like something out of an exotic Shiek’s chambers, with scattered cushions, incense, candles, and in the center a massive bed, that was covered in rose petals and littered with pillows, he sat his new wife, down on the foot of the bed, and slowly started to take off his shirt. Button by button, making her watch, as he started to do a small strip tease for her benefit. If the first time they made love was anything to go by…this was going to be long and drawn out for maximum pleasure. He slowly slipped off his shirt, and revealed his bare chest. He reached for her hands, and placed them upon his abs, letting her explore him, for she saw the hunger in her eyes, and he was going to be her meal.
The coach driver knew the rocky road that would take the couple far from Harroway Village and out of the reach of Selene’s parents. Joffrey looked back as the lights of the township started to fade into the distance, and he then sat back in the comfortable plush velvet seating, drawing the curtain closed, so it gave Selene and himself more privacy. With his Selene nestled close to his chest, and she was actually letting out a contented sigh, Joffrey himself started to relax at last. He knew this was a bold and outrageous move to be making, but in his eyes, he was just saving his parents the trouble, and once the union was sealed by the giant, there was little to nothing anyone could do. Joffrey reached for a fur that was laid on the opposite seat and draped it across them both, gently kissing the top of Selene’s head.
“I have so much making up to do, for everything I have put you through.” He said, loud enough for her to hear, as his hand rest upon her stomach. “Your parents may hate me all the more, but I care not for what others think now, only you.” Joffrey drew her closer to him, and kept her warm beneath the fur, as the coach trundled along the rocky road to Olaf’s temple at the top of the mountain.
Selene smiled softly and closed her eyes, reaching one hand down to clasp Joffrey’s. She knew they could spend hours begging forgiveness from one another, but that’s not what she wanted. Reaching down to caress her stomach, she murmured sleepily“You have nothing to make up for…I should never have doubted you, my love.” She fell silent as she recalled how angry he was and how he revealed his demon to her. The very thought got the baby within to go insane. Wincing in pain, she frowned slightly “Ornery little thing…” Turning her chin up, she smiled gently and began to nibble along Joffrey’s jaw affectionately. She did not want her love to worry about how he had treated her before. It was in the past and she knew she had forgiven him the moment he took her in his arms back at the inn. All she wanted was to be his alone. Sitting still once more so she did not provoke him sexually while he was trying to be a dutiful husband, she thought about her parents. Sure, they would be upset but at least they were married, right? Joffrey was the father of her child, they were in love, and they were engaged as it were. Now everything could work out. Squeezing her dark prince’s hand gently, she whispered “Father will forgive you. He wants what is best for me, and that is you.” With that, she fell silent once more and cuddled against Joffrey under the fur.
Metia remained quiet on the bed, she didn’t moved an inch, not even when Henry was out of the bed and already dressing himself. It was on that moment she knew she screwed it up. He was now looking at her in a different way, and for some odd reason that made her heart ache. Was he lying when she said she was the most beautiful woman? That he couldn’t adore or love any other woman but her? Was he just using her? She thought she would always have his love, and now she began to wonder why was she even caring about this. Why was she even caring that he loved her or not? Probably because he was the only person out there that could make sure she wouldn’t destroy herself by thinking she was ugly. It was actually thanks of him, that she always had this big confidence of herself at times. If Henry liked her and her body, she thought she could make any man fall in love with her, and that she would never look ugly. But now the tables turned, and Henry was upset.
When he said “Arrange for Selene to be taken home when you wake. After that…I may call for you.” a tear quickly fell down from her eye. And all she could hear next was the door closing, which meant he left the room. She pressed her palm against her face, covering her eyes. Why was she even crying for an angel? But she did had to fix this. She had to find a soul to take, and quickly. Then she had to talk out with her husband, and apologize him for her behavior, that she was just extremely tired and stressed due Selene’s situation. But little did she know her daughter right now was running away with Joffrey. But it was clever from Joffrey doing that, because Metia was certain she didn’t wanted Selene to have that baby. She allowed herself to fall asleep thanks to the crying and how tired she was.
She was probably sleeping for a hour or something, and whenever she woke up, she picked up the same old brown dress, and her fur. She dressed herself with those clothing, even tho there was a servant saying he had already her Queen dress, but she didn’t wanted such thing, for now. She went to Selene’s room, and began to knock the door. Nobody answered her, which made her open the door, and for her shock, her daughter wasn’t there. She just began to panic around, and yelling at the people inside the inn, wanting them to tell where her daughter was, but nobody knew. This was only making Metia’s dark heart to ache even more. First it was her husband leaving her, now her daughter? But maybe she went with him? Even tho he told her to bring Selene home after her waking up.
Metia was worried like hell, but the thought on going after a soul right now was invading her mind again. She quickly left the Inn, even tho some servants tried go after her, but she ordered them to leave her alone, and she would just use some horse that was there. She just ride the horse around the village, and after few minutes, she found a beautiful woman in an alley, of course she took that chance to kill the woman right there.
Jumping off from the horse, Metia walked closer to the woman, and with her strength, she was able to grab the woman’s neck tightly, and slowly lift her up from the ground, her feet wasn’t touching the ground anymore. Opening her mouth, we could see like some white cloud coming from the woman’s mouth and going into Metia’s mouth, that was basically the girls soul. It only took her seconds for do this, and she dropped the dead body on the ground. This was just enough for change her skin color, and not look so ill, of course she was still skinny. But she would get better, if she took another soul, however, that could wait for now, since the only change that was needed to be made in her body was her weight.
Jumping back on the horse, she just made her way back to her kingdom, so she could meet up with her husband again, and make sure if her daughter was with him or not.
The Carriage finally came to a stop, with the driver pulling up hard on the reigns, and the horses snorting and braying, for they were fearful of what they could hear up ahead. Joffrey was awoken as the carriage shunted, and then stopped moving, and he pushed open the curtain, seeing the blazing torches of the Mountain temple entrance. They had arrived, and by the lit torches, it meant that Olaf was in residence. This was indeed a good sign. Feared by many of the people of Night Lands, Joffrey had managed to strike up an unusual friendship some years ago with the Giant. Since that time, Joffrey had often come to pay tributes to Olaf, and listen to the many tales, of those that had ruled the lands, before the dawn of the ages. Joffrey gently shook Selene, and smiled at her, his eyes showing a bright glistening of red, as he opened the carriage door.
“We’re here.”
Stepping out of the carriage, he offers Selene his hand, as from deep within the temple, there was the low roar of the Giant himself.
“FEE FI FO FUM…..I SMELL SOMETHING AND ITS NOT MY BUM!”
“Ahahahaha. witty as always Olaf. Tis I, Joffrey of the House of Brax. I have with me my future wife, and I wish you to do the honors to wed us.”
The Giant emerged from the Temple, simply enormous, and his appearance would scare away the bravest of Knights, but to Joffrey, he was simply adorable. The Giant looked down at Selene, and then sneered;
“Mind if I have a prod at her…I promise to be gentle.” he said, licking his lips. Joffrey chuckled and then wrapped his arm around Selene tightly and wiggled his finger at the oversized Giant. “No, I already did that and she is with child.” Joffrey was now as proud as punch about the fact he was able to prove his manhood, even if he didn’t get to…you know.
“Spoil my fun, wee Prince Joff. Hmmph. Well…alright, bring her in, and I do the ceremony. THEN I PROD AT HER!”
Joffrey laughed and then sighed as he led Selene inside the temple.
Selene woke up gently as she was prodded, giving Joffrey a sleepy smile. “We’re there already…?” His red eyes were a bit foreboding, but she stepped out of the carriage calmly. “Where are we…?” Looking around, she then jumped as she heard a loud voice. Looking at Joffrey frantically, she stepped closer and grabbed his arm. As Olaf made his appearance, Selene could only stare at his massive form. She hid her face into Joffrey’s arm until she heard Olaf speak. Stepping away from Joffrey towards Olaf, she frowned and pointed a finger at him “I will prod you right between the legs!” Her stomach began to hurt and she winced, her eyes flashing a bright red. Glaring daggers at the giant, she put a hand on her belly and tried to calm down. Rounding of Joffrey suddenly, she shoved him “Oh that’s real nice! What a romantic way of putting it!” Spinning around on her heels, she stormed off towards the temple. Keeping her distance from Joffrey, she shot him another look “Where are your pretty words now…” The demon seed was clearly having his own fun within his mummy.
Joffrey was positively giddy to see his wife with the daring red of her eyes, and how she shoved him in a manner that was aggressive. Yes, the baby was up and about, making Mummy into a very hot little angel. She positively emitted rage, as she stomped off into the temple, and in his delight, he skipped in off after her.
“Plenty of pretty words shall be showered upon you, along with my kisses, my Love.” He sang out as Olaf laughed at the pairs antics. “Oh these two are definitely in love.” he boomed, thundering in after them and as he passed the temple entrance, he took down a special glowing scarf and draped it around his neck. Catching up with Selene, Joffrey picked her up from behind and carried her the rest of the way to the alter, as Olaf thundered past and reached for the book of chants and ceremonies.
He flipped it open and then took out a dainty pair of spectacles that he just managed to place on the edge of his bulbous nose.
“Ahem…-cough cough- When you are ready.”
Joffrey placed his wife down and then the pair would stand before the Giant, who went into priest mode.
“Dearly beloved…blah blah blah…we are gathered here today in this thy temple of Ock, to witness the marriage of …Joffrey to his beloved…err…what is her name again?”
“Selene Casterly.” Joffrey whispered.
“Right right…ahem…Do you…Salene Casterly, take thee Joffrey Brax, to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, to love…and all that other mucky stuff…till death you do part?”
That moment, that the Queen agreed that it would be a lovely idea to try for another baby, was the most joyous thing he had heard. She agreed, and then sealed this with a long kiss, that had him close his eyes and savor. Oh how he had missed her so. Seeing her, with the fur wrapped around her, and beneath he knew she wore the simple brown dress, it just wouldn’t do. He caressed her face gently, then stepped out sided to speak to the nearest servant in the Inn, to arrange for the Queen to have brought to the inn an array of dresses from the local seamstress, that she could choose from to where when she had awakened. The servant bobbed, and went to relay this to the inn keeper, so that the order could be done.
Stepping back in, the King then started to approach the Queen, and reached for her fur, that she had swathed herself in, his eyes refusing to leave hers, as he whispered softly;
“Tonight, my love while our daughter gets her rest, I am going to lay with you. Not to force myself upon you, for I know you have been through so much, my darling. I am going to hold you all though this night, caress, and simply keep you in my arms till the dawn pierces the window with its light. You are the Queen, and I am your King, and you should be treated as one, loved like no other, adored and cherished.”
All of his words were heartfelt, and he radiated pure love. His aura almost blinding, his goodness infectious, enough to snuff out the very dark in the room. As the fur would fall, he would start to remove the brown dress, blinded to her sickly skin and gaunt body. For the beauty he saw was within. Had her own heart that had been broken long ago, ever be healed, even by the love of one that held her on a pedestal and loved her with every ounce of his being?
If she allowed it, he would pick her up gently, and carry her to the bed, so that he may glide in beside her, once he had disrobed, then hold her in a spoon like embrace, keeping her warm through his own skin temperature.
Metia knew this was the most joyous thing he had heard for awhile. She never thought he would want another child, they already had two. Well, the good thing about being immortal or have more life than humans was that your body wouldn’t grow so old that quickly, so of course, Metia was able to still have another child. But god, it would be another struggle. Without being pregnant, she always kills one woman in three months, each three months she takes a soul, when she was pregnant of Selene & Derek, she had to take a soul every single month, or she would get more weak, and would be able to lose the baby.
The King left the room for a second, probably to speak with some servant, Metia just remained there thinking to herself. She had to search for a soul more quickly than she thought it would take. Maybe she could do that whenever they arrived their kingdom, because in here she isn’t able to do a thing without having her husband’s eyes on her, and if it isn’t her husband, its her daughter, or the other people around, that knows she’s in this inn, and she can’t disappear all off sudden without saying a thing.
Those thoughts had to leave Metia’s mind for now, because her husband was back in the room, and she simple stared up at him.
She looked so innocent, but deep inside she was just tired and worried. That’s why she wasn’t showing off too much expressions with her face. Her light eyes stayed focus on his, as she allowed him to remove her fur. His words, oh god, his words, would make her stomach turn so much if she was on her normal self, but she wasn’t. So this actually had no affect on her, she didn’t felt any disgust, but didn’t felt anything pleasant either, its like, she didn’t felt a thing. Well, she wished she was always like this, not being able to feel a thing whenever her husband was like this, everything would be easier for her. He was just the opposite of her, he was all pure and angelic, she was all evil and wicked. Her fur soon fell down on the ground, and now her King was removing her brown dress, she allowed him, not moving her body that much, only for help him remove her dress as well. But she was fearing if questions rained again, because her skin was horrible, the color of it, and we could see her bones on her back, arms, neck, ribs. She was too skinny, and she hated it, because she looked ugly, she doesn’t want to be ugly.
She allowed him to pick her up, and she wrapped her fragile arms around his neck, so she wouldn’t fall, even tho, she knows her husband would never drop her. They would soon be in the bed, and Metia was into her husband’s embrace, keeping her warm with his own skin temperature, and once again, she was enjoying it. Why in hell would she enjoy this? She needed to knock some sense in herself, so she would stop enjoying her husband’s touch, her husband’s love. She was basically making the same mistake her daughter did, fall in a man’s trap.
She slowly rose her head, and stared up at him, with some concern expression.
“We don’t have to do this..not now. I’m ugly, I don’t want you to have an ugly image of my body.”
Metia whispered those words, but her husband was able to hear. That’s what she felt, she didn’t wanted anybody to think she was ugly, and her body was ugly right now.
Henry heard his wife’s whispers, but he assumed that she said these things because she was so tired, and worn out from the trip to the castle Brax. He however didn’t agree, and even went as far to say to her;
“My love…I am not pressing you to try for a child this eve. I just want to hold you in my arms and protect you.” He turned her around so that he could look into her eyes directly, so there was no mistaking his intent. His naked body would be so warm to touch, and skin so supple and smooth, with the shaped curves of his muscular build. He was a strong man, but still there were parts of him that when he held Metia, she would normally be able to mould against his flesh.
“You are and forever more will be the most beautiful woman in all of the Vaas Plains. There is no one else, that I could ever adore or love. Please, never think that you are ugly, you are the opposite. A rose in a garden of thorns.” He bent his head forward to kiss her shoulder, and then brought his head back up to be eye level with her again.
“All you need…is love and tenderness, and I am never leaving your side. I am here to give you what you need.” His fingers started to stroke her side lightly. His intentions pure and wholesome. Any other woman would be crying tears of joy, to know that their man loved them regardless of how they thought they looked. Henry embraced her again, and brought her head to his chest, so there was no escape.
Would this break down the walls of her hardened heart?
Metia keep staring up at him, wanting to hear his words. She didn’t wanted stay here for long, she wanted to go back to her kingdom, so in there, she could start finding a new soul, and she would have her beauty back. She noticed all he wanted to was just holding her in his arms and protect her. He was being so caring towards her, and worried at the same time. But her mind was still on Selene, but since her husband told her she was going be fine and right now she was taking a bath, Metia didn’t wanted to interrupt her.
Then he began to speak about her beauty, one of the reasons why she was with him, was because he admired her beauty, and he complimented her for that, that made her ego grow, a lot, but it also made her get worried if one day she got ugly and he would get rid of her, like happen back then. She got ugly, she wasn’t good enough, and her last lover just threw her away like she wasn’t anybody, he treated her like a dog. That’s why she feared on getting ugly again. Because if the King Henry got rid of her, she was far from her wishes on having the kingdom on the palm of her hand.
She felt his lips down on her shoulder, as she looked up at the ceiling, and perked up an eyebrow, listening to his last words. All she needed was love and tenderness? But wasn’t that what she already got from him? But the question is, does she even takes that as love and tenderness? Her mind accepts it, but not her heart, a wicked person has a heart, and sooner or later they will get emotional about love, Metia already had her time with that, and that forced her to not trust any man.
“You were always that cheesy with words.”
She mumbled, with a small smile. He was always like this with his words, all poetic and cheesy, sometimes he could get too lame, and she would get tired of it, but she had to keep up with her acting. But not this time, she wasn’t feeling disgusted but not pleased either. She was normal, not feeling anything.
[center]Selene smiled tenderly and nuzzled into Joffrey’s neck. He was being so gentle she could hardly believe he even had a demonic side. And then he had nipped her ear. That sent her body into a spiral of sexual desire as it seemed to be her lust button. Wrapping her arms more securely around him, she brushed her lips along his ear in a teasing manner. Now that he was here with her, she wanted nothing more than to have him completely…Bringing her fingers up to caress his neck, she began to nip his skin from his ear down to his throat. Then she paused. He suggested to elope. Pulling back to look at him, Selene’s green eyes were wide as she wondered if he were serious or not. “Truly, my love?” She wondered if it was just the excitement of seeing her that had him in such a tizzy. Getting married would be a rash move, but it was something she had wanted since she had laid eyes on him. Torn between her sexual desires and her desire to remain composed for him, she pulled her hands away to stop touching him. God, he was being too distracting. Looking up at him, she smiled sheepishly. “You make it hard to think with your pretty words and gentle caresses…” Searching his face, she knew he was serious. After considering it for a few moments, she nodded and leaned in towards him again. Standing on her toes, she murmured against his ear “I would follow you to hell and back if you asked me to….”
Selene’s kisses and nips were tempting Joffrey to just take her back to bed and let his lustful urges take him over. But instead, he had just asked her if she would elope with him, escaping the clutches of her foul mother and all too nice father. He had already experienced the wrath of the witch Queen of Casterly, and he sure as hell was in no mood to have to wake up and find her standing over their bed, and trying to rip Selene out of his embrace. This was the perfect plan, and would make them virtually untouchable by either side. When she drew back, and appeared shocked by his suggestion, he could not help but see the wide eyed expression and took her hands from him, Joffrey truly had to wonder just what was going through that pretty little head of hers.
“You make it hard to think with your pretty words and gentle caresses…”
“Tis the same for me, my Love. But I would feel better if we were wed before we continued our physical relationship.”
This was starting to sound like they had almost switched roles, for is it not the girl that is reluctant to lay with a man before wedlock, and yet here is the Dark Prince, asking her to marry him first? Course, it was all for good reasons, as he had explained. But then she gave into his wish, and said;
“I would follow you to hell and back if you asked me to….”
Joffrey grinned from ear to ear, and picked her up, spinning her around, before planting her back down and kissing her forehead. He knew what he had to do, and that was arrange a carriage. It was a late hour, but being he was the heir to the throne, that shouldn’t be a problem.
“I shall arrange our transport, for my future Queen should ride up to the temple, in style.” Joffrey finally left her alone, as he went to arrange a carriage, drawn by four horses, all black as night, to take her for the ride of her life.
The King had given everything to his Queen. Love, children, his Kingdom, his devotion. He showered her endlessly with words that would melt the heart of any other woman. He was not unattractive, he was a true romantic. Perhaps in that lay his fault. He gave and only ever asked for a child in return. But when she whispered;
“You were always that cheesy with words.”
The King heard something in her tone, he had never heard before. Perhaps he was blinded by his own love for her, that had failed to let him see fault or reason not to believe in her sincerity. But he drew back his head, her face said a thousand words. She looked like she was just laying there, saying what she truly thought. There was no joy, no love….nothing. And here he had been, giving her everything he thought she needed. It was a shock, so much so, he started to see her in the stark reality. Her skin….her bones, that made her appear to look so gaunt and sickly. The beauty seemed to have been siphoned from her somehow. What was worse, the cold stare in her eyes.
The King started to withdraw from her, and then actually got out of bed. His expression was one of shock and hurt. His mind was racing, the new found doubts started to seep in and it was almost like he could feel the plunge of cold steel into his chest. How long had she been like this?
The King had always thought he knew how to solve anything that came his way, but then he was lost on what to say, probably for the first time ever. He silently made his way to pick up his clothes, and dressed himself, without looking at her again. When done, he simply said’
“Arrange for Selene to be taken home when you wake. After that…I may call for you.”
Selene let out a small squeal as her fiance picked her up and spun her around. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she burrowed into him and sighed. She wasn’t ready for him to leave. He had only just got there. Sighing softly, she looked up into his eyes and caressed his goatee as she so loved to do. She knew he had to go, for they would have to hurry before her mother found out. Her parents were somewhere in the inn and this was going to prove to be difficult. As he set her down and pecked her forehead, she felt herself longing for a kiss. Selene wouldn’t allow herself to be clingy though. Joffrey was on a mission and he was in a hurry. Turning to watch him go, a large smile covered her face. She was going to be his wife, and nothing would separate them.
As her fiance walked out the door, she felt something stir in her belly. Looking down at her stomach, she placed a hand on it and murmured “Hush now…there need be no fussing from you. He will return, I just know it.” Looking back up towards the doorway her lover had passed, she felt a feeling of anxiety. “Please hurry, my love…” The last thing she needed was for her mother or father showing up to take her home. Turning back towards her chest full of clothes, she began to sort through them in hopes of finding a proper dress to become a wife in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as she began to hum while packing a smaller trunk.
Out in the village, Joffrey’s eyes turned to the darkest red, as he marched to the nearest stables, where out the front was parked the ideal carriage. The driver was asleep inside the velvet lined coach, and Joffrey rapped on the door with his heavy knuckles. Spluttering and coughing, the driver woke with a start,and then peered through the small window, to see the Dark Prince himself standing there, wiggling his fingers.
“I need to hire this coach, to take my bride to be up to the temple mount to see Olaf the Giant. I will pay for all your expenses, but I want it…and I want it now.” His tone was one of no nonsense, and he sneered as the man clearly understood that this was going to be made his worth while.
“Temple mount, that is a few hours from here. But if its what you want, your Grace, I have her ready.” Handing the driver a large bag of coin, he gave directions, to have it ready outside the Harroway Inn, where he was going to whisk Selene off into the night. The two men shook hands, and Joffrey powered his way back to the Inn.
Harroway Inn – Selene’s room
Joffrey didn’t even knock, he simply opened the door wide, and then strode in, taking up a fur that was hanging over a chair and draped it around his Selene. His eyes were dancing with merriment at what he had organised, and you could hear the tell tale clip clop of the coach’s horse team being pulled before the Inn. Time was now of the essence, and he brought his beloved Selene into his arms and said softly’; “Your carriage awaits.”
If she allowed, he would escort her down the stairs quietly, so as not to wake her parents, and lead her to the entrance of the Inn, where just outside the carriage waited. The Driver tipped his hat, seeing Selene, and Joffrey opened the latch to the carriage door, and assisted her inside. Looking about for signs of life, if there were none, he hoped in after Selene, and the carriage driver would crack his whip, and the carriage with its precious cargo, would steal away into the night.
Selene turned around just as Joffrey placed the fur around her. Relief flood her face as she threw herself into his arms “That was fast, my love.” Laughing softly, she looked towards the window as she could hear the carriage arrive. “Very fast…”Picking up her small trunk, she laced her fingers through Joffrey’s and crept out of her room with him. Excitement tingled through her body, sending every nerve aflame as she hoped to not wake her parents. Grasping him firmly, she allowed him to lead her down to the carriage. Seeing the driver, she bowed her head shyly as Joffrey opened the door to the carriage, and her freedom. They were really running away, and Selene could not wait to be bound to Joffrey eternally. Slipping into her seat, she looked out of the window into the night at the Inn. She had hoped her parents would not be too upset with her, but she had to do this for herself, Joffrey, and their child. Turning towards him, she snuggled close. Looping her arm through his, she snuggled closer to his chest and sighed contently “This is wonderfully romantic, my love…”
Metia spent minutes in that room, trying to endure the pain, not making any kind of loud noise to alert her husband or daughter. God, psychical wounds was always this painful to deal with, but she always prefers a psychical wound than a heart one. Its always different, with a psychical wound, there’s always treatment, and soon the pain will subside, but when its a heart wound, it will kick you down to your knees, and keep you there permanently if you let it. Its always more harder to heal a heart wound, and Metia knows that, because she has that wound for years now. People always told her, for heal a heart wound, it will be with love, and not even with Henry and her two children, she was able to heal totally. So instead of crying around from heart broken of her past, she replaces that pain with hatred, wickedness, selfishness, any feeling more stronger than the emotional one.
After those minutes, Metia could hear a voice from a maid outside, telling the King to calm down and that he couldn’t enter in that room because the Queen didn’t allowed so. Luckily for her, her wounds was already healed, and she looked like her skin never got burnt, but she did have a tiring yet cold expression on. We couldn’t really blame the woman for that, she was tired from this all, tired because she needs a female soul soon to consume, tired because her daughter didn’t payed attention to Metia’s words about not trusting any men, tired because now she got pregnant, and Joffrey was being such a demon and not collaborate, she just hoped he would realize the problems he caused and take responsibility, because if she went back to the Night Lands Kingdom, the Queen Rose clearly would jump on Metia, and no cat fight is needed.
she had no dress to wear, but she still had the long fur coat, so she just asked another maid that was inside the room, for give her any kind of dress, it didn’t matter what it was, as long as it would help covering her body. The woman handed her simple brown dress. Metia before put it on, began to dry off her skin, because she was sweating from the all pain. Then she fixed her hair for not look so messy, and finally put on the brown dress, along with her fur coat.
Now Metia was finally dressed, and she could finally leave the room. Stepping closer to the door, she open it slightly, and saw her husband. She still had that cold and tired expression on, but she still could feel Joffrey’s presence around, so he did showed up. As long as he wasn’t her for make her rage again, everything would be fine.
“Where’s Selene?”
Metia asked, looking up at her husband with a slight frown. Her first concern would be her daughter, and believe it or not, she would do anything to kill the baby that would soon grow in Selene’s tummy. They was mixing races, mixing a demon with an angel, when Metia put this two together for marry was only for change Selene’s personality, and not start making babies when they wasn’t even married or had a kingdom to control. It disgusted her, and it left her upset. Her motherhood side was playing as well.
Selene let out a squeal as Joffrey’s arms scooped her up. Smiling brightly, she closed her eyes as his lips met hers. Murmuring against his moans, her fingers threaded into his hair. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He loved her, and he was here kissing her. As his hands caressed over her back, she held onto him tighter as though he would disappear if he let go. When he pulled back to look at her, Selene’s green eyes searched her love’s face. She was glad she would never have to question him again. As they gazed at one another, the princess realized she had never told Joffrey that she loved him. Though she hoped her actions would say it all, she knew he had to hear the words out loud. Moving her hands to cup his face, she looked down at him with so much love. “Joffrey…I love you. I love you so much and promise to never doubt you again.” Shaking her head, she sighed and then pressed her forehead against his. “I don’t care about who you were before. I’m in love with the man in front of me and I want to be with you forever.”Giggling with glee, she leaned down to kiss him again while kicking her feet out behind her excitedly. He was here! After a few moments of raining kisses down on his lips, she pulled back to look at him. “Oh…my mother and father are here. Father says we will go home. I hope you won’t miss me terribly.” She smiled playfully and began caressing his goatee again. “I will explain everything to father and hopefully he will understand that it will be best for me to stay here. I can’t deprive you of your child, after all.” Looking down at him affectionately, she didn’t bring up the wedding. Joffrey had enough on his plate and she was just glad he was here.
The servants had shown the King to where he might find his adored wife Metia, but nothing could prepare him for the shock of seeing her. Wrapped in a fur to keep out the cold, and beneath a simple brown smock dress, that would have belonged to one of the inn staff. Her facial expression was one of concern, mixed with annoyance, and so unlike his fair Queen usually was. This was most unlike her, and the King nearly tripped over himself, to be before her, and take her in his arms.”My darling…what happened to you? Are you alright? Did the family Brax not treat you well?”
He was so full of questions as he gazed down at her and then kissed the top of her head, pulling her even closer into his protective embrace. But his wife had a question, and wanted it answered.
“Where’s Selene?”
“Why, I was just with her, and my darling please. I was able to drive off the evil that had plagued her, and I saw with my own eyes, the very essence within her subside. The poor girl. Her heart is broken, yes. But I know that as a family we are the ones that truly love her and will make sure she is taken home and cared for. Even if I have to steal Calypso away from you so that she might offer round the clock care. She deserves only the very best.”
The King then smiled at his love, as his aura began to increase, and he attempted to warm his love with his angel like ability to provide light into the darkened room
“Selene will be fine. A bath and she is resting. But I wish to care for you now. I have missed you my darling. And…I have been thinking. I know this is a lot to ask, but I would like to try again for another child. Only if you are willing of course. Think of it…like you and Selene can have your babies at the same time. Isn’t that a nice way to bond with her?”
King Henry did often come up with weird and wonderful ideas, in which to make for a happy family life. What on earth would Metia think?
An embrace that was one of two lovers that desperately needed the other. A kiss of truth to steal their breath, and Joffrey let himself fall once more. For all his wickedness, there was at the very center of his heart a yearning to be loved. Everyone has this, regardless if they are evil or not, and in Selene’s arms, he found that love, and he was not going to let it go, now or ever.”Joffrey…I love you. I love you so much and promise to never doubt you again.”
Her words were so soothing to the demon Prince’s troubled mind, and he could only kiss her lips again and again, then nip at her earlobe, whispering;
“I have sinned, I can’t lie, but when I met you, the demon within me is almost put to sleep, so that I may for once experience what love truly is. All my life I have wanted nothing more than to be loved, and allow me to love that person in return. That is you, Selene. I did change for you, and not because I was forced or told too, but because I wanted too.”
He drew back and then said as he gazed into her eyes
“You make me want to be a better man.”
But then his love teased him, though these words were said in truth; “Oh…my mother and father are here. Father says we will go home. I hope you won’t miss me terribly.” Joffrey’s brows creased, at the thought that she was now going to be taken away from him, after everything, and he almost looked stricken till she said; “I will explain everything to father and hopefully he will understand that it will be best for me to stay here. I can’t deprive you of your child, after all.”
It was then, Joffrey had a cunning plan, and one that he knew would seal them as more than just lovers, or simply betrothed. He took up both her hands in his, and asked;
“Let’s run away…tonight. Elope in the mountains, I know of a wise man, and he can perform the ceremony. No need for royalty or big weddings. Just the two of us. I mean..” -he placed his hand upon her belly and then whispered “..the three of us.” His reasons were simple. Once they were married, nothing and no one could come between them. Not her family, nor his. He was afterall the heir to the Brax house, regardless of who he wed.
Metia was just waiting for her King to tell her where was Selene, but he just stepped closer to her, and took her into his embrace. Believe it or not, Metia enjoyed it, she was enjoying having her husband closer and holding her, and she clearly was hating herself at this moment for being able to enjoy such thing. She was just tired and having somebody else holding her was actually good.
She placed her palms softly against his chest, but didn’t pushed him away, she remained closer to him, and closed her eyes for a second, like she was resting. Then questions from him began to rain, asking her if the Brax family treated her right. Well, if you think her future son-in-law just ate a part of her skin was actually treating well, then yes. She couldn’t really tell him that she faced Joffrey’s demon form, and herself was raging back in the mountains. Sometimes you can’t control a over-protective mother. Even if she’s evil, Selene is still someone she thinks will change and be more like herself, about her son, he’s kind of distant, so there isn’t much she can do.
Metia soon open her eyes, and looked up at the King, listening to his words about how Selene was, so she was indeed pregnant, and god, she was going to carry that baby? It seemed wrong, even in Metia’s mind that was wrong, Selene was just too young. Wouldn’t that be a struggle for her? It was already a struggle for Metia carry angels in her womb back then. Her husband was able to drive off the evil within her, and that her heart was broken, that meant Selene fell in love, a thing that Metia warned her, but she didn’t payed attention to her mother’s wise words. But she was glad at least her daughter was going back home, and in there they could take care of her. She really needed to start think about other man to marry her.
“Well, I’m glad. And yes, Calypso is the best person out there for support.-”
While the Queen was trying to say those words, she noticed the darkness aura was disappearing, and the King’s angelic aura was taking its place, so calmly. That wasn’t the problem right now, the problem was what he was telling her next. She clearly went breathless for awhile.
What? Did she heard him well? He wanted another child? What for? She might have “lost” the other one, but then they had Selene so it wasn’t a need to make another, right? Then she heard his reasons, wanting her to make some bond with her daughter. Well, Metia knew she could be a strict mother when she wanted to, but that’s only for show her daughter the evils this world holds. But getting pregnant? Well, could she even go against the King’s words. Her job here was please him, not herself, but him. Closing her eyes for a second, Metia took a deep breathe, thinking about the matter. This had so many ways to go wrong, but so many ways to go right. Maybe this time she would have a child as evil as her, maybe she would have some support in her family that thought like her.
The moment she open her eyes, she stared up at her husband, and a smile slowly grew upon her face.
“That will be..lovely.”
Her voice was soft like it should be. But she had a hard time on trying to find the best word to describe this. She placed her fragile palms upon her King’s cheeks, and tip-toed, pressing her lips softly against his. As she gave him soft yet a bit long kiss. Such acting she was doing just for get what she wants. But maybe this all might change Metia, she’s already hating herself for enjoy having her husband closer, so getting pregnant of another child from him, was just what she “needed” for change into a good person.
Let’s just hope she doesn’t.
Selene listened to her father tell her that she could not go home just yet. Allowing herself to lift her head and look upon the majestic angel, she smiled weakly. “Yes, father… When I am well…”Turning around, she walked to the vanity in the corner of the room that the servants had supplied her should she start feeling better. Sinking into the seat, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked horrible. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face and bare shoulders, her eyes their normal color but still shiny from tears. Looking at her father in the mirror, she asked softly “Mother is here?” That could mean nothing good. If she had heard of Selene’s condition, there was little doubt in her mind that her mother would just let it be. Her father had said she was here, and that meant she was pissed. Looking down at her fingers, she whispered barely audibly “I did fall in love…” Her father commented on their natures clashing and it only made more tears fall.Standing up from her chair slowly, Selene gasped and almost fell over from how weak she was. Rhonda had returned and rushed over to help steady her. The servant turned to look at the king “M’lord, I suggest she gets a warm bath and rests. It has been a very trying time for the princess.” She gave Henry and encouraging smile to show she could manage. Your presence seems to have done her a lot of good. Her voice dropped to a whisper and added “There is a rumor The Majesty Queen has arrived…”With that tidbit of information, she turned to undress Selene and help her into a warm bath. After allowing her half an hour to soak, Selene was then dressed in a new white gown and was placed in bed to rest. Rhonda had left the room but Selene did not sleep. Instead, she looked at the ceiling and remained silent with her hands on her stomach.
Finally, Selene agreed to do as he wished, and that was to stay until she was well enough to travel, that and he knew their Mother would be arriving soon, after getting the answers she sought from the Brax family Monarchs. For now, all he could do was watch over his daughter, whose appearance was one of a girl that had been to hell and back, literally. King Henry stood back from his daughter who had taken a seat at the vanity, and was staring at her reflection. Seeing her like this was indeed heartbreaking to watch, and sometimes, a Father simply doesn’t know how to handle the troubles of a young girl in love. Only from experience can he offer advice, and though his own life in his mind had been blessed by the wondrous union with his beloved Queen Metia. Selene’s question that her Mother was there, had the King reply;”Not as yet, my dear daughter. Though I am sure she is going to be here as soon as she is able. Your Mother is usually prompt in her dealings.” He knew she was a no nonsense woman, and would do all she could for the best for her daughter. The King placed his hands on her shoulders, as she whispered that she did fall in love, just as he suspected. This brought from him a heavy sigh.”Love and other bruises….hard to believe that you are the loser in this. I wish I understood all this.”
Stepping back, his wings started to fall back in behind him, when his daughter rose to standing, and then Rhonda stepped in, as her daughter was feeling faint once more. Advised that she would do better after a warm bath and rest, the King nodded politely, only to bend his head to her, on the whisper that the Queen was in fact in attendance, just not having come to see her daughter or Husband yet. King Henry patted the servant’s shoulder and discreetly left the room, so that Selene could have some peace, and he also intended to search the inn for his beloved Metia.
Outside Harroway InnThe sky released bolts of lightning, with darkened clouds shielding out the light as the Demon approached the village, high on the wing. His face was both stricken and angered, and coming into land, his hulking red body started to recede, his wings folding in and his horns going back into his skull. As he walked, his appearance continued to change, right back to that of the Demon Prince that Selene had first met, which was a far cry from the fiery demon who let rip at her Mother on the mountain top. His boots crunched through the snow laden ground, as he came to stand outside the Harroway Inn, and gazed up at a window, where he saw a maid helping Selene. So, she was here, and not dead…yet
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Was the Queen lying about her health? Was she even pregnant. or was this a ploy to make him pay for taking her daughter’s virginity? There was only one way to find out, and he knew he would have to go in and see her for himself.The inn door swung open easily, and his cape blew back behind him as he tipped his hat at the Innkeeper. The Innkeeper was shocked to see so many royals were coming though the door and wondered just what the hell was going on. Why were there no guards, or knights to ensure their protection? Joffrey crossed the timbered floor, and then said in a nice voice, which didn’t match his facial expression.
“I am here to see Princess Selene, and order you show me to her room at once.”
“Y-Yes, your Grace.”
The portly Innkeeper led him up some stairs, and then pointed to the room where Selene was residing. The Prince tossed him two gold coins, then approached the door, taking a moment as he gathered himself in composure and then he did what any fiance’ would do, he simply opened the door.
Looking in, he could see Selene lying on the bed in the centre of the room, wearing a white nightie, and staring at the ceiling. Joffrey crept in and closed the door gently, before gazing over her. She had just had a bath, by the scent of the room, and he now had a question that needed answering.
“Are you with child, Selene? Don’t lie to me, or I will leave this room, and you will not see me ever again.”
Selene heard the door open, but assumed it was her father. Not looking, she murmured in her deadly quiet voice “Daddy, it still hurts.” Turning her head, she was horrified to see it was Joffrey and not her father. Sitting up immediately, she pressed back against the wall of which her bed was leaning against and put her hands up defensively. “Don’t step closer, please!” Her voice came out in a croak as the creature within her began to put up a fight in Joffrey’s presence. There was no soothing aura like there was with her father. His cool attitude towards her sent her into a downward spiral all over again.As his first and only statement was asking if she was with child and then the added threat, she could only stare at him. Of course that was the only reason he was here. Staring him down with her green eyes, she spoke in her sick voice, but there was a slight edge to it. “Yes, I am. And you may leave the room and never see me again anyways. I am returning home where this child will either kill me or grow up away from your vile destructive nature.” The words were hard to say, but she didn’t want him staying with her only for the sake of their child. He was a demon, and she figured he impregnated many women with spawn. As she was an angel, she wouldn’t be as fortunate as to be able to die and not have to deal with it as a human might. Standing up, she went to walk away from him but staggered and fell into the chair. Wincing, the child began to cause mayhem in her stomach. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, she gripped the chair so hard her knuckles were white. After she could catch her breath, she turned her head but wouldn’t look at Joffrey. “Leave. You are no longer bound to me. Marry someone you seem worthy of dealing with this darkness you wish to keep me from.” Turning her back on him, she walked away and stared out the window. Tears rolled down her face as she struggled to regain composure. Her mind wanted him gone, but her heart ached for that tender moment they shared. God, how she still loved him. But she couldn’t tell him that, not when he only came because of a child he didn’t even want.
Harroway Village Inn – Selene’s RoomThe child like voice of his beloved Selene weaved its way into the dark part of his heart, like a fine needle that burst the blackened pool of malice into his blood. On seeing Joffrey, she immediately became defensive, like an angered cat that was warning him to keep his distance. The rise of the demon spawn that recognized the evil presence of Joffrey would have sent alarm bells ringing through Selene’s body, which had only just recovered from her possessed state. All the work that her father had done to bring back the light, was slowly being unraveled. Yes, Joffrey’s first question was one that would chill the bones of any woman, to be treated like they were some lying fool. But you have to remember, he had just been told the most outrageous thing, considering he didn’t recall implanting his seed in her womb. Naturally, Selene took great offense, spitting out that she was, and that she panned to return home, to either die or at the very least be kept from Joffrey;s volatile nature. The dramatics were over 9000.Joffrey refused to speak, instead watching her closely, and every so often stared at her small belly, then back up to her eyes, that he couldn’t look away from. The girl was definitely ill, there was no mistaking it. As well as pregnant. He knew that it was his, for it was he that took her virgin flower, and now she was suffering for it. Joffrey, for all his hatred and vile ways, did not wish anything like this upon her. The more she stumbled about and gripped a chair, with white knuckles and that breathless voice, his questions were answered.”Leave. You are no longer bound to me. Marry someone you seem worthy of dealing with this darkness you wish to keep me from.”She finally stopped in front of the window, clearly at her ends, the baby inside of her was giving her hell, and there was only one way to stop it. Joffrey closed the distance between them and then wordlessly, placed his arms around her, his hands resting over her belly. He closed his eyes, and then with a low voice, he whispered;
“There is only one worthy of me. But I am not worthy of them. You need not say another word, but at least let me take the pain away.”
He summoned up his channeling and his hands started to glow a fierce red, the energy to soothe the unborn demon spawn, to give it comfort inside the womb of light. Only with his touch, could he keep the baby from killing its mother. He brought his head down and whispered into Selene;s ear.
“I can only ever love one woman….and that is you.”
Selene’s immediate reaction to his touch was to try and recoil, fear bubbling up inside of her irrationally. Was he going to hurt her? His arms snaked around her waist to wrap on her belly. Without even thinking, she instinctively leaned back against his touch. Tilting her head, she closed her eyes as she waited to hear more words of rejection from him. She was surprised. Swallowing hard, she looked down at his hands on her belly. Slowly her own hand lifted to brush fingertips over one of his hands. He was being so gentle with her. As he soothed the child, it began to calm down immediately. It certainly had a sense of who his father was. It was suddenly as if a breath of fresh air washed over Selene. Sighing contently, she lifted her head to brush her lips along his jaw. She felt so much better…Feeling light as air, a small smile curved her lips up. As he bent down to whisper in her ear, goosebumps raised along her bare arms and she felt the wind get knocked out of her.He said he loved her. Again, doubts flooded her mind, her own inner demons seeming to whisper accusations in her ear. Disentangling herself from his hold, she walked away from him and shook as she saw visions of black and red. “No no…” She whispered. Think of Daddy…think of Daddy…” Looking up, she glanced over her shoulder to look at Joffrey. There was no malicious demon in the room with her. Just her beloved dark prince. Her father’s face melted from her mind and the images of Joffrey holding her close replaced them. She watched in her mind as he bent down to kiss her for that first time. It was if she had just woken up. Stepping back towards Joffrey, she reached up with one hand and stroked the scruff on his face. Smiling gently, she pushed down all fears that he was only here for the child. She wanted to live on their love, not her fears. Standing on her toes, she pressed her hands against his chest and whispered “Will you just kiss me already…”
At the moment he held her, Selene let go of her inhibitions and found herself leaning back against his chest. The light touch as her finger tips caressed his hands had him almost smile, but he was not done, for he had to stop the baby from trying to destroy its mother. Now at least, the infant spawn knew its father was close, and Joffrey had a gift that no one else could give her. The love of his being, that proved paternity, as well as the fact he loved her. At first she broke free from his hold, and up came that look again, questioning everything.”No no…””Selene…”
He only said her name, not about to start fighting with her again, not after everything that brought him back to this place. He had himself made the demon within his being dormant, and what she would see, was the same man that she fell in love with. He was there all the time. Only when truly in rage, did he release the callous dark side to his nature, but for now, he could only see his love, the mother of his unborn child, and he just wanted to hold her.
Finally, Selene turned around and then she crossed the floor, going up on tip toes, and brushing her fingers along the scruff of his face. He could see the love in her eyes returning, this was the woman he wanted…he needed so desperately.
“Will you just kiss me already…”
Barely had she finished the sentence, and he swept her up in his powered arms, and kissed her with such passion, the ache in his heart, heard through the light moans that escaped through the corners of his lips. She was like oxygen, the very air that one needs to breath to live. His hands traced all over her back and only broke the kiss to see her tear streaked face, gazing at her beauty.
Harroway is the Village in the Night Lands and it is under the control of King Brandon. The village is built upon a tall moutian and is almost unpenetrable, making it one of the safest places in Eranor. The weather is mostly wind and rain, although there is the out bout of snow in the Winter. Harroways main export is Linen, wood and a dark red wine that is much sought after in Eranor.
Imogene made it to the village in lightening time. Stepping up to the inn, she saw that King Henry was already there. She walked past him quickly unnoticed, as vampires were quite adept at being sneaky. Walking up stairs, she recognized the plump servant Rhonda sitting beside Selene. Walking up to the princess, she demanded “Any improvements?”Rhonda looked up at her with guarded eyes and whispered “None.” She held only loyalty to Queen Rose and refused to acknowledge Imogene as anything but another servant. “She calls for Joffrey often and is having difficulties dealing with the darkness within her. Perhaps if the prince were able to soothe her, her body would stop trying to reject the child and she could live.”Imogene ignored the fact that Rhonda didn’t pay the proper respects but looked down at the princess. Selene was covered in sweat and her skin was a deathly grey. Frowning, she looked back at Rhonda. “Then Joffrey simply must be found. Keep a watch on her, I must go do damage control to the king.” Rhonda nodded and Imogene turned on her heels and rushed down the stairs. Smiling gently to King Henry, she dropped into an elegant curtsy and spoke like a well-respected lady. “Your grace…I trust you are here to inquire about your daughter.” She allowed a sad frown to grace her lips as she continued“Her body is rejecting the demon seed within her, and she speaks only of her fiance. I am afraid that if he does not help to quell the angel, she will die.” Stepping closer, she looked up at him with fake caring eyes “Perhaps a visit from her father could help, though? She is upstairs, the last door on the left. Best of luck, your grace.” Imogene dropped into another curtsy and allowed room for the king to pass should he choose to visit Selene.
Harroway Village InnKing Henry had not yet removed the black hood that covered his golden hair, but Imogene must have been up to speed on who the King was, perhaps by his godly aura, or his crystaline blue eyes. He had been standing in the foyer of the Inn for some time, as the other patrons went about their business, drinking mead and sharing in a tale or two of the Night Lands folklore.
As Imogene approached, she regarded Henry as you should a King, and dropped into an elegant curtsey, before rising and her tone was that of refinement.”Your grace…I trust you are here to inquire about your daughter.””Why yes. You have seen her? Is she here?” He asked, his eyes filled with the pain for his beloved daughter’s illness.”Her body is rejecting the demon seed within her, and she speaks only of her fiance. I am afraid that if he does not help to quell the angel, she will die.”The shock of what Imogene was actually saying, hit King Henry hard. “But she is a virgin..” he said, just above a whisper, then realized the demon prince had somehow managed to woo her and take her virgin flower. Imogene clearly expressed that Selene only wished for her fiance’ , by calling his name and that if he doesn’t come visit, she may well die. The King reached to grip his sword, in a shocking move, that you could only expect from a father that felt a man had hurt his daughter so.
“Why did my wife ever agree to such a marriage between demon and angel kind? Look at this mess. I shall find him myself after I visit with my Selene, and then deal with him myself.” The King said, in a voice that was now raised, his emotion starting to cloud his judgement.
Imogene, was careful in the words she chose to ask the King;
“Perhaps a visit from her father could help, though? She is upstairs, the last door on the left. Best of luck, your grace.”
“Yes…I will go see her right now. And I thank you, for everything.” He placed his hand upon her shoulder, then went to go up the stairs, where he would find his daughter, deathly ill.
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August 06, 2013 06:03PM
Harroway Village Inn
Imogene smiled slightly as the king touched her shoulder, turning her head to look over as he walked up the stairs. Turning back towards the innkeeper, she murmured “Show me your kitchen…” It was time to come up with a tonic that would make the princess strong enough to at least return to the castle. Picking up her skirts, she followed the innkeeper with a sinister smile. She would make sure that child survived.Harroway Village Inn- Selene’s Room
The fever was not breaking, and Selene was in a middle of one of her fits as her father walked up the stairs. There were red bloody claw marks running up and down her arms as she gripped her arms, dragging them up and down slowly as she murmured incoherently to herself. Rhonda was in the corner looking horrified. The servant had tried her best to stop the princess from doing harm upon herself, but she was cast into the corner and had a bloody cloth held to the wound. Selene rocked back and forth as she tried to make sense of the horrors in her mind. Joffrey. Joffrey as a demon casting things at her, stomping around, flames in his eyes and surrounding him. She felt so warm it was as if he was in the room lighting her on fire. Suddenly, a pain shot through her body starting from a pit in her stomach. Screaming, she clutched her stomach and fell back on the bed. Sobbing pitifully, her legs curled up against her as she began to writhe around in pain.Rhonda whimpered and walked up to her carefully, grabbing a fresh cloth and soaking it in water. Dabbing the princess’s eyes, she began to sing softly. The singing seemed to calm Selene down, but she still trembled and began clutching her arms again with fresh claws. “He won’t come….he won’t….Joffrey…” She sat up again suddenly and grabbed Rhonda. Squeezing her wrists so hard she cut the poor servant, she hissed in a deep voice that was not her own “Keep him…away…from…me…”Freeing one of her hands, she clutched her stomach “This is mine…he is mine!” Rhonda could only stare horrified at the princess.——————————
Imogene finished with the tonic and rushed up the stairs. She could sense that the princess was having a meltdown and she wanted Henry to have the tonic to keep her calm enough for her to recognize her father. Dropping into another low curtsy, she smiled at him slightly and pressed the tonic into his hand. “To help with the demon spawn.” Nodding encouragingly, she turned and walked back down the stairs.
Harroway Village Inn- Selene’s RoomKing Henry stood in the door way of Selene’s room, and watched on the scene that was playing out, with a horrified expression. The damage that Selene had inflicted upon herself, and the poor woman who was trying to bring comfort to her. It was as though the devil had placed puppet strings upon his daughter Selene, and was making her dance to his twisted tune of evil. Clearly she was possessed by dark forces, and he could only imagine what had caused this. Naturally, it all came back to one thing. That her daughter, so holy and good an angel, had lay with the demon spawn of the House of Brax and now…was pregnant. That in itself seemed to be ridiculous to even contemplate, but the way she behaved…she was carrying something within her belly.He took a step inside the door, the floor boards creaked as his boot pressed down with his weight. His face was ashen, as he heard his daughter speak with a voice he did not recognize.”Keep him…away…from…me…””Selene….sweetheart, its your Father.” King Henry said, feeling sick from the aura of evil that his daughter was giving off.
“Please…don’t give into it. Fight it with all your worth. You are an angel. One of God’s favored. Don’t let it consume you.”
His words were said as he used his hands, both palms up in a manner to try and get her to calm, his wings starting to open out behind him, just as Imogene entered the room, and saw what was happening. She handed the King a chalice of tonic and said. “To help with the demon spawn.” King Henry looked at the broth, and then nodded, willing to try anything to get her to be rid of the demon that was growing inside of her. He came up alongside the bed, and held the chalice out to her.
“Selene…I need you to drink this. It will help you.” Question was….would it?
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August 07, 2013 08:16AM
Harroway Village Inn
Hearing the floor creak, Selene’s head turned to face her father. There was anger and hatred in her eyes as she gazed upon him, not even seeming to recognize him. She was not herself and this child was trying to figure out whether it was evil like its father or good like its mother. As Selene was heartbroken, it was easy to succumb to darkness. As he introduced himself, she stared at him and growled low. Climbing out of bed, she crouched as though she would attack him, madness surrounding her aura. But then he reminded her of who she was.His wings came out and Selene was frozen in place. His light seemed to shine around him and sent all darkness scattering from her. Fresh tears fell from her eyes as they regained their soft green appearance. Her skin was still pale but the deathly pallor had disappeared. Stepping closer, she looked down at her arms and gasped “Daddy…what have I done?” Falling back on her bed, she wrapped her arms around herself as her wings meekly made their appearance. Wrapping them around herself, she peeked through them as her father came close to her bed. Taking the chalice, she nodded slowly and drank it in one gulp. Imogene saw to it the broth would keep the child alive yet sedated within her. She had hoped it would lead the child to darkness, but Henry was doing a good job of keeping evil at bay for the time being. Standing up slowly, Selene couldn’t look her father in the eyes as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Burying her face in his chest, she whispered “Daddy, can we go home? I’m not wanted here.”
Harroway Village InnKing Henry’s aura was one of majesty and divine power. The angel King gazed down upon the wretched creature his daughter had become, and his striking blue eyes showed pity and unconditional love. If it was one thing that could be counted on, it was that the King never lost sight of the importance of family, in particular, the love for his sweet Selene. The darkness that was consuming her, was fed by the thought that she had been tossed away and discarded by the Dark Prince Joffrey. That and the fact she carried the demon spawn seed within her womb.As Selene rose from her place on the bed, the King witnessed the change that started to take place. Her eyes softened to that of the colour of jade, and her skin lost the deathly appearance, as the darkness receded from the light that the King shone upon his daughter. Practically illuminating the room with his presence. The child was so lost, and questioned her transformation. Gasping she turned back to her bed and fell on the mattress, crying out; “Daddy…what have I done?”
The chalice offered by the King, was taken and with cupped hands, she drank its contents in one gulp. The King tilted his head and you could see the sadness etched into his facial features.
“You fell in love. That is not a crime, nor a sin. But I take it that the union between you and Joffrey did not go well, and that the natures of you both clashed.”
Selene embraced her father, unable to meet his gaze, burying her head into his chest, and the quiet words, were barely audible.
“Daddy, can we go home? I’m not wanted here.”
“Sweetheart. First we get you well enough to travel. Then, we wait for your Mother, and return to Vaas Plains. We are after all, a family. All for one, and one for all.”
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August 08, 2013 08:03AM
Harroway Village Inn
The Queen was finally flying through the Village from the Night Lands Kingdom, she lost Joffrey’s sight, but she was more concern about on finding her daughter, she tried everything she could with Joffrey, and if they had a serious fight back in the mountain, she was sure she would be the one getting more injured, due the fact not being able to show off her true self, her true magic, her true power. Not like her husband would even believe Joffrey, her husband doesn’t believe in anyone’s bad words about her wife, till he sees it with his own eyes, and that’s something she won’t allow to happen. While her crows was flying around, she was trying to gather information if anyone had notice some Angelic Princess, it wouldn’t be hard, she’s the only angelic pure person in this kingdom, right? She heard some villagers talking about some Inn a princess could be, since it was the only angelic force around here. Metia knew quickly it was her daughter, so she went directly to that Inn. On the way, she was able to pick up some medical herbs for heal her own skin, and make the spell. But she was also aware she couldn’t face her daughter and husband with this look, first of all it was terrifying and disgusting, and secondly questions would rain all over her, and she didn’t felt like facing questions, that she didn’t had answers.
(Imagine this face but with a few burnt wounds)
Her crows landed in front of the inn, and they was forming into a female figure, which would be Metia. There was a poor maid in the door, and she jumped slightly when she noticed those crows was forming into Metia, but then she quickly got worried about the Queen’s physical state. “My Queen..” The maid mumbled, gasping.
“Give me an empty room, and don’t allow anybody get in.” The Queen ordered. “Y-Yes, ma’am.” The maid quickly nodded, as she rushed in, finding an empty room, and once she found it, she open the door, waiting for the Queen get in. Metia rushed inside as well, going upstairs to the room, she passed by the room where Selene and Henry was, but she hoped the only view they would have from her would be something blurry. She got inside the room, and slammed the door behind her, staying inside with a maid, as she told the maid to lock the door. This one did what the Queen Ordered. Metia used the herbs she had collected, and quickly began to prepare everything, this took her six minutes, then she mumbled some latin words, and the herbs that was already into some sticky green cream, began to growl, for couple of seconds and went back to the normal color. It was ready, all she had to do was just apply this upon her wounds, and it would heal, not leaving any kind of scar.
“I will need you to put this cream against my wounds, and do it quickly, even if I tell you to stop, don’t stop.”
She removed her white dress, leaving herself with her white corset, she ripped a bit of the cloth from her dress, which now was burnt on the edges. She had already destroyed two dresses today, gosh. The cloth she ripped, she put it in her mouth, basically for her to bite onto it, and scream against it, while enduring the pain. Because this was going to be a painful treatment, but it would be worth of it.
She sat down on a chair, and placed her arms over the arms of the chair, gripping onto it, as she was already waiting for the pain to come. The maid nodded and simple done what the Queen told her to. Metia just bite down harder onto the cloth in her mouth, making her screams of pain sound like mumbles.
The Queen probably stayed in there for 15minutes.