<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>I had just thought the Queen would crave for his company, him alone with her for a change, and your writing on that had me feeling humbled once more. I had a few options of what might be discussed during the night if it slipped on to that, as well as a few other possibilities, but in honesty, I like the version you put together a lot more than my own initial thoughts and it feels more in spirit of the tale as well as the high rolls there have been.<br/><br/>I'd say that Tehr's success with the ladies is going to be building up a fair bit of hype if they let loose what kind of thrills have been found, things that others might find difficult to imagine if not for the smug, self-satisfied expression on certain ladies faces perhaps. Nevertheless, he's been doing some damn good work at making a fair section of lady folk respect his talents with the primal, as well as the proficiency in the bedroom.</em></div></div><br/><br/>The Queen had found herself curious and her lover was more than able to satisfy her along with her curiosity. A puddle of senseless goo pleasured to the point of near incoherence, the Queen's heavy duty was thoroughly shagged out of her for the duration of the night, her primal gushes powerful thanks to both the magic and the peak he worked her up to with his grasp. The lady that ruled the court with a firm hand in an age where a woman's position might depend on what the men of the house allowed her to have was more than willing to surrender herself in his care in that night, she might have wanted to mark him but her squeals of pleasure showed she was claimed in turn in his skilled hands.<br/><br/>The night's passions were messy, wild and suffice to say that without magic, it would take a fair bit of work to clear out the mess left behind. Nonetheless, as she slept peacefully Tehr had a chance to wash up in privacy and keep his word alike. Nonetheless, as he set down to work on the magical idea in his mind the quill seemed to draw upon the ink pot's reserves without having to be removed from the paper while writing. A tiny little effect bound it so that it did infact draw upon the ink vial it had last been dipped in as long as it remained in close proximity, but took less time and focus on gathering more ink to work on the paper again.<br/><br/>It was a small, relatively mundane improvement but in use it proved quite useful. There was a secondary cup in the shape of an inkwell nearby in which the quill could apparently be rested in, emblazoned with the Queen's mark as well as another, a mage's sigil that Tehr was familiar with. The arch-magus.<br/><br/>His work had been interrupted pretty soon however, and after he made his way to the queen after the exchange through the closed door he was graced by a smile upon the Queen's lips as she opened her eyes, seemingly drawn upon his own. Her breath trembling she let out a warm groan at first but cleared her throat a redness along her cheeks at the first attempt, sighing lightly at the end of those few words.<strong>"Later, I'd rather just rest in and cuddle."</strong>She squeezed onto his hand, but it seemed that whatever lighter side was showing of her was quickly being pushed aside by a bit more firm one as she came to clearly wake up, shaking her head faintly and raising a hand on her forehead. Even laying in the combined juices of last night's play, hedonistic and dirty alike, she seemed to regain a touch of firmness in those pools of her eyes as she sighed once more.<strong>"I suppose I cannot. The French would love it if I laid in and would take the moment to claim I'm on my death bed or other such non-sense."</strong>She muttered a bit sorely, seemingly unhappy with something before smiling to him.<strong>"Last night was <em>freeing</em> in a way I don't experience often, if at all anymore... maybe ever. I feel strained under all the court politics at times but its a game that needs to be played for the sake of the Kingdom, or Queendom."</strong>She smirked faintly at this, kissing his hand.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll need to ask you to aid me again like this in the coming years. I will never claim that you must stop being what and who you are, but I will hope you will be willing to help take the burdens of running a nation off the shoulders of a woman under all that strain, and let her be a woman for a night like that."</strong>She looked at him in a manner that seemed to carry a deeper meaning than just those words. There was vulnerability and hope in her, but tempered with understanding, maturity and realism as it was. Not a young girl's crush, but a desire for a calm in the storm, and more.<br/><br/><strong>"Let them enter the first chamber, I'll need to bathe to be able to attend. Work in the word 'intrinsic' there and the guard will know I am well and just needing my shower. The servant that brings my breakfast is the daughter of one of my guards here, and while trustworthy, might find some sights a bit too much."</strong>This having been said, she moved to sit up and head on over towards the bath as well then, but not without pausing to inhale the air near him deeply and smiling to him in a delighted, and a touch flushed manner.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em><strong>"Mine,"</strong></em></span>a faint whisper could be heard, in a smug fashion, a noticeable sway to her hip.