They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we forget
The Ronin & The Serpent
IceTe3a: Ronin’s muscles tensed as Ayame told the young dragon exactly who she was and what she did, thank god Tyunayoshi intervened on her. Spinning quickly he glares at his sister giving her a deadly look as he points the chair they were sitting at earlier “Go sit” he growled softly, cheeky shit she was as he spun on his heels to face the young dragon once more, “No you are not interrupting anything, as for the serpent she was not the reason for your families death, The warlord is at the point of the blame for this. As for the serpent, she is dead you never have to worry about her again the female that you see before me is my sister Ayame, she was once known as the Serpent but she was stolen from my family at a young age, she knew not what she had done as she has changed her ways once finding out the truth of it all, she is as much of a victim as you or I am. If you have issue with this you have issue with me, speak now or hold your tongue.” he smiled lightly as he took note of the young dragon, “I believe you have a war to run Young Dragon, shall we get to the point of this?” he said in a blunt tone. Ronin pointed to the table where Ayame was now sitting inviting the dragon over to sit with them as Ronin casually strolled over to sit with his sister. Ronin writes down some specs on a parchment it was the designs and specs of the three swords he wanted made as he calls a guard over “Please take this to the village blacksmith, I will pay him on collection. Thank you” he watched as the guard took the note and bowed before walking off to do his task. Kayne smiled as he watched Keke walk over to her mare stating she had no want to walk the entire walk, he had to agree, walking over to her he smirked, the fact she had rejected him earlier still in the back of his mind, it’s time to remind her who he is as his bottom lip still fresh with his blood as he came to a stand in front of her as his hand rested on her shoulder for but a moment, slowly gliding down her back his digits trailed against her skin, he picked up her right leg with his righ arm wrapping it around the side of his waist he bent her over holding her up with his left hand on her back, rubbing his bottom lip across her lips he gave her a passionate and powerful kiss, holding it against her lush lips for a moment, his right hand rubbing the skin on her right leg that was wrapped around his waist, his hand trailed up to her thigh before he pulled her back up and letting her go. Turning on the heel of his foot he didn’t bother to look at her face or anything he just hoped she wouldn’t reject him next time after this display of exactly what he was as he walked over to his Stallion, giving it a light pat he smiled as he straddled the saddle on the beast, coming next to Keke’s horse he glanced over at her. “My love, where shall we venture to on such a glorious night?” he smiled, the blood still fresh on his bottom lip, baring his teeth at her he bit the air in front of her playfully as he smirked.
xZephyrZ: Both Tsunayoshi and the Ronin approached the Young Dragon after he spoke, the young female in a world all her own for the moment. However, just as he had dismissed her the porcelain maiden made her move. Past the Ronin and Tsunayoshi she approached (Young Girl) “I can give you the information you seek on this…assassin.” She said, as if to throw a needle aimed directly for his heart, who exactly was this woman anyway? Before he could reply Tsunayoshi interrupted (Tsunayoshi) “Ayame…sit down.” It was all a little confusing, just what was the relationship between these three? What had transpired between them? Once again before he could fully process what was happening more was unfolding before him, it was almost perplexing, of course until those words left the young girl’s mouth (Ayame) “The one you seek, is me. I am the Serpent. I killed your father on the orders of the Warlord.” All time and space halted for but a second, a second that lasted a thousand years. How could this have happened? The Ronin had sought to kill this young girl, but now she was by his side. She admitted plainly it was her doing.. For what reason? Did she wish to repent? That would be unfathomable.. Assassins were one of a kind, cold blooded killers.. Did it have something to do with the Ronin… or perhaps Tsunayoshi? His soul screamed “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!!!!!” But losing his cool here would mean his end, it was at least him against The Serpent assuming the Ronin or Tsunayoshi did not get involved and he had nothing but his bare hands, it would be perfect but now was not the time. The Ronin shattered the singularity, (Ronin) “No you are not interrupting anything, as for the serpent she was not the reason for your families death, The warlord is at the point of the blame for this. As for the serpent, she is dead you never have to worry about her again the female that you see before me is my sister Ayame, she was once known as the Serpent but she was stolen from my family at a young age, she knew not what she had done as she has changed her ways once finding out the truth of it all, she is as much of a victim as you or I am. If you have issue with this you have issue with me, speak now or hold your tongue.” How was this even possible? Any explanation was better than none, but this was a little farfetched.. (Seiyuu) “You are.. She is your…. Working for.. The Warlord…” He managed to pull himself together, just barely. Clearing his throat he continued (Seiyuu) “I apologise, it is a little difficult to comprehend, if that is the case I have but one question. Why? Why did you side with the Warlord, what was your motivation?” Did it even matter? She didn’t deserve to live, she had murdered his father and brother in cold blood… but he even deserve to seek revenge..? It had only just struck him, how could he claim to be a burning avenger when he himself had abandoned his family and never returned. He would not attempt to kill her, not yet anyway, if at all, this moment was certainly not opportune. The Ronin had directed him toward the table (Ronin) “I believe you have a war to run Young Dragon, shall we get to the point of this?” Though, Young Dragon did not move, staring into the eyes of the cold blooded snake he would wait for a reply.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Both the Ronin and the old Warrior Tyunayoshi displayed anger and annoyance at Ayame’s bold announcement that she was in fact the very one that the Son of the Dragon was searching for. She could see no reason now for a reason to lie, and in fact by the look on the Young Dragon’s face he was in a state of shock and confusion as to why the hand of the Warlord was standing alongside those that should by rights be her enemies. The Ronin claimed the Serpent that lay beneath her delicate veneer was dead, but was it really? How can you kill something that has manifested into reality from a person’s damaged soul? Only on word of her brother did she return to the table, resuming her place with her hands upon her lap and staring out into the garden below the balcony. It appeared that the men only wished to deal with the current matter of the state of rising tensions between the Warlord and the Dragon Empire. It was no place for a woman obviously. She kept her silence now – her head remained still. The old warrior Tyunayoshi shook his head, and folded his arms with the boa staff in the crook of his arm. “Son, I am myself having to deal with this dilemma before us. But we must look at the facts. The Warlord is not going to stop until he has his revenge. He wants not just to control the lands of the Rikken, but yours as well.” This was true, so now was the time to plan and prepare. :; Kekeyama was taken by surprise by her brother’s boldness. He displayed the wants of a man that had been without a woman in sometime, but also to teach his sister a lesson – to remind him of who he was, when it came to a rejection. Picking her up in a manner that brought her in close, he kissed her with a fierceness that would leave her breathless. Blood stains upon her supple lips as he pulled away and let her go. She gasped and had to regain her footing as she clutched the side of the horse. Oh, he was good, but she was better. Mounting her horse swiftly, Kekeyama replied to her brother’s query of where they would be heading. “North of course. Till the setting of the sun, and then…we rest and play.” That said, she kicked her horse’s flank and started to gallop down the road. <3>
IceTe3a: Ronin’s eyes followed the young dragons stare as he noticed the dragon was staring at his sister, coming to a short walk he blocked the young dragon’s view of his sister as he towered over the young male. “Forget and forgive, you know who your true enemies are; Are you so ready to throw away potential allies over a honest mistake?” he demanded in a powerful and low tone, as he extended an arm to the table “Now either join us in our talks on our next steps, or leave. But know this, any insult or attack upon my sister will condemn your life forfeited. “He said in a loud voice so everyone could hear, glancing over to the old war horse, he had a look that told a simple emotion he was over this already. Turning on his heel he left the two to deal with it as he went to sit with his sister, as he came to her he glanced down with a smile as he sat down near her “Do not think you have no place in a man’s world, there is no such thing as a man’s world you are as equal to us as anyone else my dear sister, I only asked you to remove yourself so he may calm his mind and open to have explanation guide his thoughts” leaning over he wrapped his arms around his sister giving her a firm hug “My dear Ayame it has been too long.. I am truly grateful for your return”
IceTe3a: As he let her go he came to look over to the old warhorse and the young dragon “What is your opinion dear sister?” he smiled lightly Kayne watched as his sister was left breathless, a slight smirk left on his face as he arched a brow to what she had stated. Making sure they had everything they needed, a single thick rug for them to share and lay upon, when they needed sleep, food and water to last them a few days all were attached to the sides of his horse as he watched Keke’s horse come to a run leaving him behind Keke galloped ahead, he shook his head with a jolly chuckle “HYAA!” kicking the horse told the beast its master wanted it to gallop ahead, the muscles of the beast went to work as he caught up with keke, falling in behind he watched her body move with the horse as he arched a brow and licked his teeth. “My oh My” he said at the view he saw before him, they travelled the plains for awhile as he glanced around, it has been quite awhile since they stopped to rest, the horses would be feeling it after awhile.
xZephyrZ: They all just dismissed him, it wasn’t a big deal, the Ronin glared down at him momentarily suggesting he should simply forget about it all. This ludicrous suggestion may not have been such a bad one at the time, of course the Ronin would be biased but this situation was certainly not a favourable one. Never could he have expected reality to warp and twist as if it would change nothing and yet here he was. (Seiyuu) “I… I will join you. You are right, it is better to have allies at a time like this” The Young Dragon for the first time in years was broken, scattered, falling apart piece by piece, it would be impossible for him to act naturally in this situation, but he would do his best. Disregarding the threat made by the Ronin the Dragonling approached the table and sat, looking at nothing in particular, ears only half open, he was visibly shaken. Over and over he had run through the many, varied punishments the assassin would face, over and over he spoke of righteousness and revenge, but it all meant nought now, he had simply crumbled like stone under siege, an army without command. His willpower had been that of a child deprived of their prized toy, his resolve but a smattering of emotion. Almost soullessly he question the Ronin and the old warrior (Seiyuu) “What will you do, now that war has come…”
CharlotteCarrendar: – When a door closes somewhere a window opens. That very moment that the young Dragon felt that everything he had been searching for, chasing had been literally curb stomped as the three before him had more or less dismissed him like he was nothing but a mere boy at the table of men. Why even Ronin was paying more attention to the cold looking creature that was his sister. But out from behind a column, a fair girl that had the grace of a high birth came out. It was the intended Child bride of the Dragon, the one that had been at the centre of all this controversy, the very reason for this war now. She too had lost out in the actions of the Warlord, but still a very important piece of the puzzle. She already had ill feelings for the old Warrior, that took her from the Warlord’s land, but she could not deny the emptiness in her heart for seeing the death and destruction that the warlord had caused. Ignoring the Ronin and his Serpent sister, she approached the young dragon, and bowed politely. “Forgive me, but I have been listening to all that has been said here in my dead father’s house.” She went for a chair near the young dragon and reached for his hand. “I know how you feel.” She said, caressing his hand with her own. “But these people wish to fight for you, not against. The true enemy is the Warlord. Only unified, do stand any chance of defeating him.” News by way of whispers had reached her that the son of the Warlord was dead. She did not even look at the Serpent, for she found fostering hatred only kills a kind heart. “Listen to them…they know what to do.” During this Ayame let her brother hold her and responded to the hug, but the events taking place before her made her revaluate everything. <3>
IceTe3a: Ronin watches as the young dragon sits at the table, his sister returning the affection as she wrapped her arms around him, he smiles gently as he leaned his head against her shoulder with a slight sigh, his eyes glance over to the child bride who finally showed up from hiding in the shadows, only to ignore his sister and himself, but in the end did a flip to say the young dragon should hear out his words. “You need to gain your title back young dragon, mass your army and prepare them for war against the warlord. He surely is doing the same and he has a head start.” He glanced over to the child bride “Hello little miss, Glad to see you are adapting to your situation.” He said in a blunt tone, making sure she knew fairly well how he felt about her betrayal towards her own family, friends and townsfolk. He glances over to his sister and Tyunayoshi “Any advice from either of you, Sister speak your mind. Your information is invaluable the young dragon would be foolish to not accept this fact” as he glanced back to the young dragon his head still resting on his sisters shoulder. : Kayne was following Keke closely, it was dark by now but not that dark as he thought now would be a good time to set up camp for the night “Woooah” he said pulling his horse to a stand “We’ll set up camp here for the night” he stated as he jumped down off the horse, grabbing the supplies and single bedding he placed them on the floor, pulling out a bunch of logs and kindling he started a fire as it crackled and roared in the wind lighting up the dark. Coming to a stand he spread out the single thick blanket, just enough for one person, or two if they laid on top of him. He came to stand as he held a bottle of wine in his hand from his sack “Keke, would you like a drink of wine? I’m afraid I have nothing better to offer” he said as he stood just in front of the now set bedding, his hues glance over to the fire making sure it stayed lit and stoked occasionally if needed.
xZephyrZ: Each had now taken their place around the table though the Young Dragon’s mind was in flux, rebounding between reality and the madness that consumed his mind. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the old warrior, the Ronin or the Serpent, though he would be dragged back in to consciousness. (Child Bride) “I know how you feel” the Young Dragon snapped his gaze violently to meet the source of the words, it was a small girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, another piece to the puzzle? “But these people wish to fight for you, not against. The true enemy is the Warlord. Only unified, do stand any chance of defeating him. Listen to them…they know what to do.” She continued. Just what in the name of the Empire had happened here, the Young Dragon felt as though he had been dropped in to a labyrinth without so much as words of luck. That was it, he couldn’t sit in place anymore (Seiyuu) “Just what in the name of the Empire happened here?! You will all EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY!” he roared, raising himself up and taking a quick step away from them all “DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE ALL OF THIS?! AND JUST WHAT AM I TO THINK OF THIS YOUNG GIRL GIVING ME ADVICE!! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL? I SHOULD LISTEN TO THEM? A KILLER, HER DERANGED BROTHER AND AN OLD MAN WHO WATCHES THE LAND FALL TO CHAOS AND PROTECTS THE ONE’S RESPONSIBLE?! THIS IS MADNESS!!!!!” with it all out in the open the Young Dragon relaxed a little, his breathing still heavy. Just how was he to handle all this? There were so many pieces missing, he had to know how he should treat the Serpent, the Ronin, Tsunayoshi, this small girl and even himself. The only way he knew was through the sword, it was said a man could understand everything about his opponent through the exchange of blades. The Young Dragon didn’t want words, empty explanations and bias he needed to understand before he could go any further. If the Serpent truly was reborn ‘Ayame’ sister of the Ronin he would have no choice but to work with them, for if even she could change he could not allow himself to remain broken, he must change and grow too. (Seiyuu) “Serpe-…. Ayame… I want to fight you, as a way to make amends for the sins you have committed.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – The child bride put her hand up to her mouth in shock as the young dragon exploded in a fiery tirade that had him spitting his own bile filled saliva at the small group before him. He not only insulted the house, the child bride, but he let Ronin and the Old warrior have it. Perhaps it was the building of all that had happened, now coming to a head to be given advice from a child. The child bride got up from her chair and tore from the room in tears, leaving the old Warrior and the Ronin to deal with this, however the young dragon wanted satisfaction. He wanted justice and that would only come if he fought the Serpent. Slowly Ayame turned to look at her brother. “You cannot deny him this request, nor can I.” She said, rising slowly from where she sat. Casually walking to the centre of the room inside, a grand room and with guards around. “Give him a sword…two if you wish.” The Serpent said to the nearest guard, before she took her place on the other side of the room. Head raised she waited for the young Dragon to come and fight her. In her mind, she had nothing to lose. :: Kekeyama pulled up her horse as her brother had found a place whereby they may make camp. It was a shaded area, with soft grassy nells, perfect for sleeping on. Only problem was there was only one sleeping rug. Whether that was done on purse or not, she did not know. Tying up her horse, she wandered over to where her brother was offering her a drink of wine. It was all they had. Kekyama lay upon the rug at his feet, and stretched out, before reaching out for a drink of wine. “Only if you’ll drink with me.” <3>
IceTe3a: Ronin watched the young boy snap as the dragon raged on and on, forcing the young bride to run off crying, “He is but a boy, he knows nothing and is of no use Tsunayoshi we should send him on his way” as he came to a stand he heard the young dragon demand justice a formal dual against his very own sister. He stood there in anger as he growled a low tone “I warned you of this, Foolish young boy you allow your emotions to take control over you. Your unconditioned ways throw insult to your family and any man who calls himself a swordsman. You dare stand here judging my sister and those around me when you yourself were banished from your families sight.” His sister glances at him demanding he stay out of the dual and not interfere with it he growled at his sister as he knew she could be harmed glancing back at the young dragon “If you continue down this path and attempt to harm my sister, If she does not finish you off I will, for the insult you have given me” he growled at the young dragon : kayne watched as his sister laid down on the blanket before him, he passed her down the bottle of wine as he came to sit in between her legs “I do not drink wine my dear Keke, you should know this by now, but please drink for me” he said as leaned back against her with a soft sigh releasing from his lips. “Please enjoy yourself “ he said as he sat there looking up to the stars.
Katherine walked along with the King, she always stayed behind him, because of respect, and also she was looking at the stuff around her that existed in this forest, she was enjoying her day so far, of course, she was enjoying, she was with the King. If people ever found out a young lady in waiting like her had developed feelings for the King, she will be dead. She needs to control herself, and not ruin anything, the King is just being kind, and even if he was doing this because he wanted to please her, Katherine couldn’t destroy his marriage with the Queen. Even if she had feelings for the King, she still respected the Queen, and didn’t wanted to ruin their family as well.
When she was able to walk by the King, he pointed out at some old oak, it looked so perfect, such perfect place to just sit down under it, and relax. She followed the King, and whenever he placed his coat down on the ground, she looked up at him, and bowed, with a smile, as a way of thanking him. Then she slowly sat down on the ground, having her legs on the opposite side of the King. Right now, Katherine was waiting for him to start reading his poetry, but he done something very surprising, he had pulled her closer to his chest, which made her own heart race, and she was able to hear his heart beat, and it suddenly calmed down. Her pinkish color of the blush, would still creep on her cheeks, but right now, she was ignoring it. She was staring at the book, while listening to the king reading it. It was beautiful, and so was his voice. Having herself this clo0ser to him, and hearing his voice speaking such beautiful words, was just perfect, it looked like a dream, and if this was really a dream, she hopes she won’t wake up.
Katherine looked up at her King, while taking a deep breathe, still calming herself down from being so closer to him. It seems like he was tired, and wanted to take a nap. She just nodded, and slowly moved herself away from him. Still having her back against the tree, Katherine cleared her throat, and stared up at the sky, for awhile, till her eyelids began to slowly close.
The King had truly forgotten his senses. Here he was laying by a tree, with a sweet lady in waiting beside him, and both slumbered gently till the afternoon. His dream? Well, it was of Lady Katherine herself. The two of them, riding through the forest and coming to stop at a glistening stream. Everything picture perfect. She was of course dressed in her usual clothes, the tight riding pants, and a large shirt tied in with a bodice that defined her tiny waist. He lifted her off the horse, and carried her gently to the stream. Fingering her hair as he brushed it back. Lost in her eyes, as he planted a lover’s kiss upon her full lips. He could smell her natural scent, and feel the ripe curve of her buttocks through the sheerness of her pants. It felt so real, and he stirred in his lower regions as he slept. A haunting smile coming to his lips, as he drew her closer to him sub-consciously.
But the sharp blast of the horns of the castle guards, suddenly brought him round from his wondrous dream, and he realized the position he was in with Lady Katherine in his arms. He shook her shoulder gently, trying to wake her.
“Katherine..please wake up. We need to get going,.for I fear I am needed back in the castle.” How he hated saying this, especially after such a wonderful day. If she woke, he would assist her to stand, and pick up his creased jacket, putting in back on haphazardly.
“Please, we need to hurry.”
Katherine slept like a princess, so peacefully, there wasn’t anybody to bother her, and the sleep was just perfect. What she actually needed, lately her nights had been horrible, nightmares haunt her and she doesn’t even know why, it bothers her so much, because she can’t sleep enough for the next busy day. So this afternoon with the king was just going well, and it made her able to sleep well, maybe because she was right besides him. Maybe knowing there was somebody else by her side while she was asleep made her feel more safer while sleeping, her sub-conscious thought that person would protect her from the evils, and she could sleep peacefully. She had an odd dream, it was rather blurry so she couldn’t pretty much figure out who was with her, but it wasn’t one of those simple calm dreams, this one was more heated up, and so loving. However was touching her like, was totally somebody she fancy, because she just allowed herself to get touched like that, and was touching the other person in her dream as well, but she could never see the face, it was all blurry, and the only place she was looking at was the lips and the rest of the body.
By the way King shook her, Katherine woke up too quickly, so she just stared at him confused wondering what was the matter now. It seems he was needed back in the castle, and since she didn’t wanted to be a bother,she would just obey him. Nodding her head quickly, she took his help so she could stand up, and allowed him to take back his jacket.
Now she noticed how closed she was to the King while she was asleep, and her dreams, the lips she dreamed was alike the King’s. Trying to shake that stupid thoughts away, Katherine just followed the King, trying her best to hurry up, so she wouldn’t stay behind.
They had made good time, to reach the castle gates as fast as they had, but when just going in past the first turn, the King did something totally unexpected, as though he had wanted to do this before, but figured this was his only chance. Seizing Katherine’s arm, he pulled her into a small gate house, that was just big enough for about four people, closing the door. From the window, you could see the rolling hills they had just come from, and the King muttered something under his breath, tossing up if he should do what he dreamed or not. Finally he turned to her, and before he could stop himself, he drew her into his arms, kissing her with a fiery passion that one would expect from the raunchiest of devils. Was it possible, the King had a dark side to him? He moaned into her mouth, reaching to feel her buttocks and draw her hips to mash against his. The horns were again blasting, but he seemed to use this as a way to cloak his words.
“Forgive me…” he said, pulling back, then biting down on her neck, sucking in her flesh to his mouth, before finally realizing he had gone too far. The King let her go, and then he exhaled loudly, as though he was glad he did it.
Shaking his head, he opened the door, and then exited the gate house, leaving Lady Katherine standing there…
Reaching the castle proper, the King strode in and hollered
“WHERE IS MY WIFE?! AND WHAT THE BLAZES IS THE HORN BLOWING FOR?!”
Katherine tried her best to keep up with the King, since he seemed pretty much rushed about wherever he was going, she was still clueless about the matter. When they arrived the castle, Katherine thought he was simple going to meet up with the guards or see his family, but the very moment he took her by the arm and dragged her into a small gate house, she could only yelp, by the sudden move. Katherine stayed quiet on her spot, just watching her king, wondering what was wrong with him, he muttered something but she wasn’t able to hear him.
“My lord, are you feeling alright?..”
She asked him, and watched him slowly turning around to face her. She only looked up at him with a confused expression, till that expression changed into a shocked and surprised one. He took her into his arms, and kissed her on the lips, with such fiery passion. At first, Katherine was shocked by this action, but her eyes began to slowly close, as she allowed herself to enjoy this. For some odd reason, this was what she wanted, or else her body wouldn’t be willing to open up so easily to the King. Katherine moaned against the King’s lips once he smashed her hips against his, she was already feeling the all heat build up so quick, and not even the sound of the horns was bringing her back to the reality.
Opening her eyes again she looked up at the King and heard him apologize, she was still confused about this all, but before she could say it was okay, he was already biting down on her neck, and sucking on it. She gasped, and allowed a low moan escape from her lips, how sensitive her neck was. She could be a tomboy, but her body was still as fragile as a normal woman. However, this all was way too good to be true, he stopped touching her body, and just shook his head, before leave her in the gate house.
She was confused, and hurt. She watched him leave with a slight frown while taking a deep breath, her eyes was already getting watery about this. What did she expect? Of course it was too good to happen, he was the King, a royal figure, and supernatural one, she’s a simple human and lady-in-waiting. Her job is just to serve the royals ones, and that’s what she should do. She really needs to put away her feelings towards the king.
Katherine simple started to fix herself, and headed inside the castle, just to start doing her maid duties, clean here and there, so that could make her distracted, well she hoped.
A guard answered the King’s calling, and bowed before him. Sternly, King Dean waited for the guard to speak, and he looked about to see if his wife had heard his call. It would seem that she hadn’t. “Sire…there has been a mass of plague victims moving on the north ridge, trying to cross the delta and settle in amongst the town of Deger. They are duly infected and they will likely cause for further spread. The horn was to notify call to arms, to set up a cordon and keep them out, possibly move them to a new land, so as not to endanger more lives.”
It certainly was not the news that King had ever hoped to hear, and he nodded. “See to it that they are halted in their current movements. We can’t afford another outbreak. I won’t have it, not again. Increase the units if you have too.”The King ordered, as the guard saluted and went to the barracks, to prepare for the troops to head for Deger.
Now left to his devices, he still could not see the Queen anywhere. Could it be she had left the court and gone off on her own little crusade? Some days, the King would wait days for her to show herself, and this often led to his moods being as they were. In the back of his mind, all he could think about was Lady Katherine. He reached up to press his fingers to his lips, still feeling that tingle, from when he had kissed her so passionately in the gate house. One thing was for certain, if the Queen did not come out from where she was and tended to his needs…..he was definitely going to be inviting Katherine to his bed chamber…and finish what he had started.
~The Power of One King~
The night was drawing on, and still no sign of the Queen. Standing by an opened window, the King had his hands behind his back, tapping the stone floor with his steel boot. This was not uncommon of the Queen, to go off and enjoy herself, but this night, oh this night, a change was sweeping through the air, as the burning fires of the rising dead plague victims soared. Clouds of misery and decay, that filled the King’s nostrils and had his face darken to match that of the ash that blanketed out the very moon. ENOUGH. He had waited, and spun on his heel, marching down towards the Royal Chamber of the Knights of the Realm of Justice. Already, they had assembled. Hand chosen by the King himself, to lead the grand armies across the lands, and instill their form of Justice in the name of God the Almighty. Torches adorned the walls, that led the King to his most sacred of institutions. His footfalls creating a din, that when mixed with the lengthening shadow of his statuesque frame, would create an aura of something other than Holy. The finely crafted oak doors were slightly ajar, as the rise of voices heralded that they had all come at his summons. He was their Leader, their Sovereign, their King.
As the doors swung open at the press of the King’s outstretched hands, the Knights all stopped their chatter and rose to their feet slowly. Each dressed resplendently in their metal armor and chain mail. All bearing the crest of the House of Justice. Noble, resolute…dedicated. As the King walked around the table slowly, the scrape of each man’s sword was heard to be drawn from their sheaths, and then each held them vertical, tip pointed, till the King stood before his throne. King Dean’s eyes darted to each of them in turn, and one by one, they lay their gilded swords upon the table, forming a complete circle. It was a magnificent sight of unity, strength and resolve.
“Be seated, Knights of Justice.”
All bowed their heads in reverence, and took their seats, looking up expectantly at their King. He held himself well, with his head held high a look of calm sweeping his features, as though this very room gave him a sense of peace. As was customary before each meeting, the servants were to enter and pour the favored wine into the goblets of each of the Knights, and of course the King himself. This was traditional, so that once the meeting was underway, that no others could enter and disrupt the King’s counsel. Six maidens were on hand to perform this task, while another…a young girl was in charge of delivering a tray that consisted of sour dough, local cheeses and salted meats, to go as appetizers with the wine. The girls were simple house staff, and often went unnoticed by the King. They were servants, nothing more. As the last goblet was filled, and the six excused themselves, the last maiden seemed to be stalling. This had the King look at her oddly, and he asked;
“You know the rules of this chamber, if you wish to speak, I suggest you make it quick.”
The girl looked at all the Knights apprehensively, some of which were rather large and intimidating. Gulping, she finally spoke.
“If it p..please…your Majesty, I have…a message from the Queen.” This being said, all the Knights looked at the girl, for surely this was not the sort of thing discussed before them. The King however, was curious about this message, and rolled his right wrist, with a slight nod of his head.
“She said…she said…to tell you she was visiting another Kingdom…and..and would be back tonight.” The girl said with a bob. The King furrowed his brow, and then lent forward. “If..this is the case, then why didn’t she take the Royal carriage and my men to escort her?
The girl now became frightful, since she had no answer for the King.
“I..I..do not know, Your Majesty.” A rumble of the voices from the other knights had the King look sharply at each.
“Silence!” Now the King was beginning to get annoyed.
“You mean to tell me….she went off to another Kingdom…on a horse, and was unaccompanied? You could see the veins in his neck starting to stand out and they had a purplish tinge. His hands were slowly curling into fists, and his lips thinned, as he rose to his feet slowly.
“DID SHE GO ALONE?!”
That was the question as the King roared his question at all present. Two of the Knights looked at each other, as from outside the hall, a guard entered the room, hearing the King’s anger.
“Sire…she rode out on horse with but one guard.”
The entire room fell silent, as all looked back at the King. So…this was her game. Breaching royal protocol and safety, not using the Royal carriage and without a garrison in case she was attacked on enemy lands. It was clear, the King did not find favour with this. Slowly he seated himself once more, and reached for his goblet of wine. He uttered a few words, before taking a sip, then placed it down on the ornate table of the Realm of Justice.
“Guard…Servant, you are both dismissed. Leave us.”
As the maid and the Guard left the room, all eyes fell back on the King, and as the doors to the Chamber closed, the King was heard to say…
“What is the penalty for adultery, Sir Chisolm?”
“Death by fire..M’lord.”
It wouldn’t take long for Queen Diana and the guard to arrive at the gates of the kingdom. Whenever Queen Diana had arrived at the door she had finally gotten off her horse on to her feet, by the help of the other nights that were guarding the gates. A weak smile would appear upon her lips as she bowed her head slightly in thanks. Finally having the big doors open by the guards, Queen Diana would walk in, seeing not one servant or maid walking the halls. She found it quite strange of why, but she wouldn’t question it anymore. Before walking she had closed the door behind her. Peeking her head down each hall she had passed, hoping to see her lovely husband.
Till finally she had came along a room where her husband and a guard stayed. A smile instantly came over her lips as she slowly swayed her way behind her husband. Whenever Diana appeared behind him, she gently placed one of her dainty sized hand on his shoulder giving him a kiss on his cheek. Once that, Queen Diana propped up her leg on the arm of the chair that her beloved husband sat on and spoke.“How is the love of my life doing? I hope you had a excellent day.” She said softly giving him another kiss on his head.
The meeting of the Knights of the Realm of Justice continued uninterrupted for several hours; well past midnight. The King asked all for the reports on the lands to which each had a parcel, Lord’s in their own rights. The question of how to deal with the rising toll of dead from the plagues, had set many to hold stern and troubled looks. God it seemed had forsaken many of the sons of Adam to fall victim to the Black menace’s clutches. At the back of the King’s mind, as he strummed his jeweled fingers upon the lion head armrests of his throne, was the lingering doubt of his wife and Queen, who had still yet to show herself. He had asked the question once of his knights for the penalty for adultery, and it was answered without argument. Many a candle’s wax had dribbled from the candlesticks, and a few knights were weary and needed rest before the dawn of the new day. The King rose to his feet, and bid his Knights a good evening. Each took up their swords and sheathed them, before bowing before their liege and exiting the Royal Chamber. At last there was but one guard left, and he was simply standing holding a large spear, more of a ceremonial statement than actual protection. The King eased back in his gilded throne, and brought his hands together, tips placed under his chin, as he considered the night’s events. He would be interrupted of course, by the arrival at last, of the Queen.
King Dean raised his head slightly, his hands falling to his lap and with piercing blue eyes, they followed her movement as she graced the room with her presence. Obviously unaware of the issues that had been raised in the chamber about her misadventures. Sweeping in behind the throne, she placed a dainty hand upon his shoulder and pecked his cheek as a sign of welcome and good tidings. The King held himself still, but his eyes followed her movements closely. It was only when she raised a leg up onto the armrest of his throne, that he actually turned his head towards her. She looked set to speak…and naturally, he let her.
“How is the love of my life doing? I hope you had a excellent day.”
He used one hand to remove her leg from the arm of the chair, and then pushed it back as he rose to stand, his robes flowing onto the ground. The King then coughed loudly, and the Guard took this as a moment to leave the couple, closing the doors behind them. Now, it was just the King….and his wife. He took a deep breath in through his nostrils, and using his right hand, he curled his index finger and placed it under his wife’s chin, so he could raise it just enough, that she could not escape his gaze.
“I …was going to ask you, the very same thing.” His voice was deep and husky, as he stared her down, his aura unmistakable. His hand moved out from under her chin, and then he moved back a stray lock of hair, so it would be tucked behind her ear, and she would not be able to escape the intensity to which he was now treating her. “My day was most enjoyable. Lady Katherine showed off her skill at archery, in front of a receptive crowd, and will stand for the Realm in the coming tournaments.” He said, speaking of his day with Lady Katherine down at the training arena. But from pleasantries, he cut to the chase, and went straight for the jugular. “Are you aware my dear, of the hour at which you have returned from your….trip to the Barlow Kingdom?”
Now, his hand moved down from her ear, and traced along the nape of her neck, slowly making it down towards her right breast, which he started to toy with absently, his eyes never leaving hers. The tension in the room was such, you could carve it with a knife. The King’s left hand now moved to go around her slender waist, and rest upon the small of her back for now. His lips parted, and you could see him run his tongue along his top row of teeth as he awaited her answer. He may well be an Angel….but not all are good.
“A King…does not like to be kept waiting, for what is his.” The tone of his voice, was dominant, and he waited to see how the Queen would respond.
Queen Diana eyebrows furrowed slightly into a line when her husband had removed her leg from the arm of the chair as he then stood up in front of her. Placing one of his fingers under her chin, he had lifted her head up a bit so they could see eye to eye. The look on his face had hence that something was bothering him, but before she could ask what was wrong he had spoken. While he was speaking, he had moved a lock of her hair behind her ear which made her skin flush a bit red when she gave him a weak smile. “Well, I’m glad your day was great sweetie.” She said softly as she still remained a smile upon her lips. But that smile soon went away when her husband then asked her about how long she had been out at the Barlow Kingdom.
“Yes…and I apologize for being out for so long. I didn’t expect it to be-..” Her sentence went short when she felt her husbands hand trickled down from her ear, to her neck, the her right breast. Queen Diana found it quite distracting as she now couldn’t finish her response to his question. As of now tension in the room was increasing greatly, when she felt his other hand move around her waist a bit before placing it gently on the lower part of her back. Queen Diana was confused of what her husband was trying to do. Usually if they were ever to have an intimate moment it was never to be outside of their bedroom chamber. Having her eyes still locked within’ his she could still see something different of him that she didn’t notice that morning.
Her eyes quickly fell to his lips as they parted slightly when he licked the top row of his teeth. The things that her husband were doing was found to be somewhat of a arousal for her. But her attention flashed back into her husbands eyes once more when he spoke again. The tone and words came of very stern in a way that Queen Diana could say nothing but nod her head slightly in agreement of what he had said.