<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kiara<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Throne room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: maids<br/><br/>Her fingers brushed idly along the smooth wooden table that held a placement of colourful flowers, purple lilacs, soft fragrent roses, a mixture of frangipanni's to draw the eye to the center. Kiara was delighted that they were Theiri's best, she had gone out with the maids to collect them herself only yesterday. There was such joy in being within the quiet wilderness of their crowning city, somewhere she was often found to the people's discouragement.<br/><br/>Deep down she had hoped that this peace treaty would bring more than just that, but a sense of kinship between the two cities. She feared for her own future to come, knowing the look her mother gave her often was of sympathy for what she may not be ready for. The queen was a protective mother...<em>could she not see her daughters strength?</em>Kiara was ready though, but she knew it wouldn't change the essence inside of her. She was who she was and she would never lay false promises on any king, Queen or servant.<strong>"That looks wonderful.."</strong>she often acknowledged the maids work, smiling and nodding with appreciation as they all worked with haste with the limiting time they had.<br/><br/>The energy within the walls of the castle was buzzing, she could feel it as if it was icy flames licking against her soft skin..<br/><em>Flames and ice</em>.. Kiara shivered with the rising thought of her abduction, knowing that she didn't want to go down that path of thinking..reliving those horrific moments that lasted for forever it seemed. Her fingers released the stem of the yellow scented rose, her fingers coming away with a few droplets of blood from the thorns.<br/><br/>Kiara brought them to her lips, her tongue softly cleaning the small wounds as she stared in what was now a quiet room. There were moments when she would think of<em>him</em>, when pressure came too much and she wanted to find a safe place to hide..she would feel his hands against her skin, pressing her close so that she was consumed in the heat of his mouth, his rough hands roaming in a feverant grace along her every bare curve. The moment she had seen him in the forest, she knew she had been saved..<em>he</em>was her knight in shining armour, the one to dissipate any of the lingering feelings of the abuse she had to abide to. His name came to her lips after her fingers idly brushed against them, her body warming with a sensation she found difficult to hide...she suddenly wanted to be consumed once again by the mystery man.<br/><br/>Taking a deep silent breath with closed eye's, Kiara shook those pleasureable thoughts, knowing there wasn't any way of seeing that man who had given her a new sense of life. They had made love with an intimacy she found intoxicating. It was the soft caress of his name against her ear before he left that would be forever be imprinted along her body, mind and soul....<strong><em>"Laverious.."</em></strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://12img.skins.be/2/8/0/2/7/2/7/amberheard14-1920x1080.jpg)</div>