So many concerns and questions she expected this when she settled on the decision to tell him the truth about her origins “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve already haven’t we established that?” with a sigh stayed down on her knees as badly as she wanted to rise. It was best to let the Warlord have the upper hand for now.<br/><br/>“Magic is a tricky beast Warlord.” Guinevere began obviously struggling to find the right words. “If I use you to strengthen my magic it becomes reliant on you. Meaning if you die, my magic dies and then I die. However while I can’t kill you, you have the ability to kill me or cancel the arrangement at any time.” So essentially the power was in his hands. There was a reason that her mother hadn’t agreed to use this same arrangement with the King of Andral. She did not like the idea of a man having such power over her life.<br/><br/>A coy smirk framed her lips when he knelt down to speak with her. “Fair enough.” She stated with a soft chuckle. “I can assure you I’m not a virgin, the Captain of the Guard in Andral can attest to that.” He had been her first and only lover but they stayed together until the King forced them apart. Had the poor man banished, a shame really, he’d been quite talented with his tongue. “I can also assure you that I have a charm that prevents pregnancy and I have no desire for your throne. As for my body.”<br/><br/>The auburn haired woman stood and backed up. With a quick twist of her wrist the clasp that held her dress together fell away and she stood before him in all her glory. She was a tall, slender thing with firm breasts with soft pink nipples and generously curved hips. There was a gemstone situated just above her belly button, a piercing of some kind and she what he could she was shaven as well. “Do I look leprous or deformed to you Warlord?” she said as she turned in a circle allowing him a full look at her bare flesh.<br/><br/>When she circled back around he would see a deep burgundy flame crackling in one hand. “Proof of my magic. Or would you prefer something a bit more showy?” banishing the flame she closed her eyes and ice began to form on the ceiling forming wicked points almost resembling the fangs of some great beasts. Then when she opened her eyes they vanished, not a sign of ice or water to be seen.<br/><br/>Guinevere wobbled for a moment after she finished her demonstration. The color in her cheeks had all but drained and she looked ready as though a stiff wind could knock her to the ground. Taking a deep breath she knelt and gathered her gown shielding her body from his view as she fastened it once more. Then she sunk to the ground and took another deep breath. Handling raw elements like that was akin to trying to control a wild beast. It took a great deal of energy and left her drained and weak. "I have no desire for your throne or your bloodline. I merely want to see the Andral under the control of a true ruler. I am sure you want revenge for what the king did to your people during the war as well. At the end of it you are set to gain the most, I am merely here to give you the means to succeed. Now your answer Warlord. Do you agree to my bargain or do you not?"