~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu & La Vida en su Muerte)
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				Title: <strong>~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 20:15:47</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 22:43:10</strong>
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				<em>They were going to take her life</em>, thought Ancel de’Marteau as he stormed through from the stables towards the entrance of the main hall.&nbsp; His face was stern and he paid no mind to any of the courtiers or servants milling about the common areas behind the walls of Collindor, his personal manse and keep.&nbsp; The cool spring air did little to cheer him up, nor did the sun that was melting the snows of winter away.&nbsp; There was mud caked onto his riding boots following a fast paced ride from Chene Hall, the manse of Lord Tormeu l’Daciux. <br><br>They had been friends for nearly twenty years, Ancel and Tormeu, following the establishment of the Order of the Golden Mane by Ancel following his coronation.&nbsp; It wasn’t the first knightly order within Terracor’s borders, but this was King Ancel’s personal charge.&nbsp; His companions and friends whom always rode into battle together, Ancel himself at the front of their formations.&nbsp; Many of the original knights of the order held positions of power throughout the kingdom, from captains of the guards to his personal adviser, they had all served under the Order of the Golden Mane.<br><br>Lord Tormeu’s seat at Chene was on the edge of the King’s forest not half a day’s ride from Lac’vert, the host city to King Ansel and where his Collindor stood upon the highest hill of the city in its entire splendor.&nbsp; It was at Chene where Tormeu told Ancel of the bandits his knights had caught in the Kingwood, who had revealed a plot of theirs to take the life of the queen.&nbsp; They spoke of further treason against the recent marriage of the King to his young wife, of nearly the same age as his own son and heir.&nbsp; That did change of course, for part of the contract when he married his young wife was that any male child they have should succeed the King's first son as the next in line for the throne.&nbsp; <br><br>This had caused a great stir, including with the Prince's wife to be.&nbsp; Her father called off the wedding and this raised the tension between the two kindgoms. Further still, this new wife was the daughter of his adviser and there were many rumors running rampant here as well.<br><br>Ancel's ride took him swiftly through the streets, not seeing the commoners gathered to watch the king ride without his honor guard of knights from The Order.&nbsp; There was no pause to explain himself to the guards at the gates of Collindor itself, nor the stable hands that watched curious as he leapt from his stallion at their doors and stormed off towards the main entrance hall.<br><br>He was greated by Sir Pil’iar, another compatriot from The Order and his acting seneschal.&nbsp; He greeted the king at the door, “What is it my lord, what troubles you so?”&nbsp; It was the eyes of Pil’iar that grabbed the king’s attention finally and he calmed down some.&nbsp; Though it was only to bark at him, “Where is she, where’s my Queen?”&nbsp; He entered the hall, looking around as if to fathom where she might be in the castle at this hour.&nbsp; Little else was on his mind, <em>They were going to take her life</em>.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 23:11:02</strong>
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				Queen Natalya Rose Macias de'Marteau was out in the small courtyard of Collindor Castle. It was in the center of the kingdom of Terracor and assumingly the safest, luckily for Natalia it was also the most decorated and beautiful.&nbsp; Golden hallways lined with full length windows, tapestries and portraits. It had hundreds of magnificent bedrooms, and also sported a gigantic ballroom lined with mirrors and statues that had just recently been used to celebrate her marriage with King Ancel de'Marteau barely a month ago.&nbsp; The courtyards had been kept...presentable, but Natalya made sure that the one closest to her quarters was kept to a very certain standard.&nbsp; It was almost like a secret garden, except, it wasn't private, though beautiful none the less.&nbsp; She had several different types of flowers growing there, including all colors of Rose's, which were her favorite.&nbsp; She was there with her dogs playing a game of chase after having escaped from all of her 'attendants'. The yipping and yapping of the small herd of miniatures, would eventually alert to their location, but Natalya didn't mind. A few minutes of freedom was better then nothing.&nbsp; With such a beautiful afternoon, who wouldn't want to be outside?<br><br>Her fun was brought to an unceremonious halt with the appearance of Natalya's father; Duke Marquis Macias. He was standing at the entrance to the courtyard, arms folded over his chest, watching the little scene with a look that could only be described as contempt. Natalya's smile dropped immediately at the sight of her father, her eyes went downcast, but her dogs were less willing to quiet down and begged for the game to continue, a few of them even venturing over to greet the duke who ignored them. After a painful, but short silence, Marquis spoke to his daughter.<br>"This is the third time I have heard about you running off, Natalya, and it will be the last time." He paused only to harden his gaze upon her.&nbsp; "Your ladies are waiting for you in your room.&nbsp; Go to them now, and prepare for your husbands arrival.&nbsp; He should be here any minute now."&nbsp; Her father's voice left room for little argument, but Natalya wasn't going to offer any.&nbsp; Through marriage, she outranked him, but her father had always held a tight leash with her, and even though now she was Queen, she knew that wasn't going to change any time soon, especially not in private.&nbsp; In public, her father always had the proper respect for her, but it was simply an act.&nbsp; She belonged to another man, but she was still taking orders from her father, and being disciplined like a small child.&nbsp; It upset her to a point, but there was little she could do about it.&nbsp; <br><br>With a quick curtsy, she hurried past her father, and back into the castle, making her way to her quarters, her dogs following close behind.&nbsp; Just like her father had said, her ladies were waiting for her, as agitated as a flock of birds.&nbsp; As soon as she stepped into the room they rushed to greet her, some concerned, some upset.&nbsp; They began chattering away about how she shouldn't run off like that, and what if her husband found about her disappearances, but Natalya wasn't listening to them.&nbsp; She was thinking about how much her life had changed since she had married, and how much she didn't like it.&nbsp; Her ladies helped her change her clothes to a crushed red velvet gown with gold trim.&nbsp; The spiral curls that had been put in her night black hair that morning had begun to fall due to her previous activity, but Natalya had no intention of sitting still long enough for her ladies to fix them, so after they fitted the small gold crown upon her head, Natalya was up and off to wait for her husband in the throne room, her animal entourage replaced by her female one.&nbsp; <br><br>The hallway to the throne room crossed the main entrance hall of the castle, and it was there that Natalya realized she wouldn't have to wait long....or at all.&nbsp; As she neared the main entrance she heard a bit of commotion and then her husbands voice. "Where is she, where's my Queen?" The tone of his voice didn't sit well with Natalya, so she picked up her skirts and her pace to put a quick end her husband's search.&nbsp; "I am here Your Majesty."&nbsp; she called to him comfortingly, as she rounded the corner coming into view.&nbsp; "Whatever is the matter?"&nbsp; She asked him softly, her brows furrowed in confusion and concern.<br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/missshai/Redgown.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 20:53:58</strong>
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				The footsteps echoed as Ancel crossed the hall towards Natalya. “You’re safe,” he breathed with relief, forgetting the rest of the hall and any watchful eyes as he raises his arms to reach for her.&nbsp; One hand at her waist and the other firmly on her arm, part intimate and part obsessive.&nbsp; He pulled her into him, his forehead coming down to touch hers, “You’re alive.”&nbsp; His lips briefly touched her cheek with some affection.&nbsp; It was apparent to many that part of the lure of the contract between himself and Duke Macias was a physical desire by the king himself.&nbsp; <br><br>“Where were you now, who was watching you?”&nbsp; The hands fell from her body and he turned to Sir Pil’iar, “Did you have a guard on her?!&nbsp; How is it you could not answer me when I asked for my wife.”&nbsp; Forget that she was already coming to the hallway, there was more to his voice, an urgency for immediacy in this matter.&nbsp; Sir Pil’iar had no answer right away.&nbsp; This indicated to the king that his seneschal did not know where his wife was.&nbsp; Ancel turned towards the man, “Take a few knights and search the castle, foul play is at hand.&nbsp; Lord l’Daciux caught bandits in the woods, they had planned to come to Collindor to murder my queen.&nbsp; See that our servants are accounted for and that no other commoner can be found within my halls.”&nbsp; Even as he spoke of this treason he did not look at his wife, but the anger over this flashed at his compatriot Sir Pil’iar.<br><br>As the seneschal agreed to conduct the search, Ancel turned back to Natalya.&nbsp; “You are not safe my love … the commoners plot treason against you.&nbsp; We cannot afford to have you unattended.”&nbsp; His eyes flashed to her ladies in waiting, as if he may have heard wind of her outings alone but had said nothing before and now, with this plot underfoot, the rules of the household were changing.&nbsp; Though as of yet, his suspicion was focused at the commoners which stood as a good sign for the courtiers and the lords of his realm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 21:28:42</strong>
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				When he had grabbed for her, Natalya had to fight all instinct to pull away.&nbsp; Her husband was king.&nbsp; She respected him, but she didn’t love him, and to have him handle her in such a personal way in such a public place was….uncomfortable.&nbsp; She didn’t get the chance to answer his question as Ancel quickly turned on Sir Pil’iar.&nbsp; She stood there, silent yet confused as he ordered a search of the castle, speaking of foul play.&nbsp; When he announced his findings in the woods, the young queen felt the strength drain from her legs, but miraculously she managed to stay standing.&nbsp; <em>A plot?&nbsp; Against me?&nbsp; But why?</em><br><br>What Ancel told her next didn’t exactly surprise her, but it only made her feel worse.&nbsp; The thought that she was to be followed and tracked like some defenseless child crushed her.&nbsp; Though even now she was barely allowed time to herself, at least she hadn’t been in any danger if she did manage to escape her ladies, but now…. It could easily be a matter of life or death.&nbsp; From the start, Natalya had always had a feeling that her marriage to the king wasn’t a good idea, but she never thought it would come to this.&nbsp; <br><br>Natalya caught his glance at her ladies, and gently put her hand on his chest, her feeble attempt at being reassuring.&nbsp; Though her sadness was clear in her silver eyes, her face was blank and her voice soft, and distant.&nbsp; “Please, do not be upset with them, Sire, or any one else for that matter.&nbsp; I ran off alone to play with my dogs in the courtyard.&nbsp; I was not alone for very long though.&nbsp; My father found me.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flying Tengu</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 13:39:29</strong>
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				Nearby in the keep, although certainly out of the earshot and awareness of the king and queen, a practice dummy was meeting a violent end.<br><br>Alenard de’Marteau, son to King Ancel, and crown prince struck again and again at the practice dummy with a wooden sword, feinting and weaving, landing heavy blows on those areas of the dummy that would be most damaging on a person.&nbsp; Despite the cold spring air, and the snow that still blanketed most of the training yard, Alenard was stripped to the waist, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his torso, silent testament to the vigor with which he practiced.&nbsp; His muscles, highlighted by sweat, almost seemed to shine in the gentle light that beamed down into the yard.<br><br>Finally, both practice dummy and sword were finished.&nbsp; With a resounding crack, a blow to the dummy's neck caused the practice sword to snap in half.&nbsp; Even as Alenard stared down at the broken weapon, the dummy's neck slowly toppled off.&nbsp; A man-at-arms practicing nearby paused briefly, and then resumed his own practice; the prince was clearly not in a mood to be interrupted.<br><br>With a dry chuckle, Alenard sat down at a nearby bench, taking the towel he'd placed there earlier, and rubbing himself down.&nbsp; His exertion finished, the cold air bit fiercely at his skin.&nbsp; He inhaled deeply, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes.&nbsp; The bite felt good.&nbsp; It helped to take his mind off of other things.<br><br>Crown prince, he mused idly, toying with the towel.&nbsp; For now.&nbsp; That title would be lost once Natalya bore his father a son.&nbsp; That is, once Her Majesty had a child, Alenard corrected himself.&nbsp; It was still difficult to remember that his once-friend now outranked him, even if they'd drifted apart in recent years, as he'd spent much of his time paying court and doing his father's business in other lands.&nbsp; That brought another memory; "Sophia," he whispered to himself.<br><br>Alenard shook his head, rousing himself.&nbsp; Enough of this brooding.&nbsp; The title meant little to him, although the implied loss of his father's trust stung deeply.&nbsp; And as to what else he'd lost, well... he could not pretend that he was happy.&nbsp; But he would continue to do his duty as his father's son.&nbsp; Suddenly, he threw back his head and laughed loudly, once again drawing a glance from the man-at-arms practicing nearby.&nbsp; Rising, Alenard approached the other man.<br><br>"Gervais, would you care to practice with me a bit?&nbsp; I'm afraid I've already vanquished my other opponent."&nbsp; He said with a laugh, waving at the broken dummy.&nbsp; "I think it'd do me some good to face someone with a bit of mettle."&nbsp; The man-at-arms bowed slightly, smiling at the implied compliment.&nbsp; "Of course, your highness."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "Luckily we are well stocked with practice swords."&nbsp; Grinning, the two men square off, and soon, the heavy clap of wood striking wood sounds in the courtyard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 18:35:29</strong>
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				His anger had risen, driven by the treason underfoot in his own realm.&nbsp; Had it been against him, it would have been different, but this was a plot against this woman he cared for, the woman he intended to bare his true heir.&nbsp; That in itself, a new wife and new heir, was a dark whisper amongst all denizens of the realm, but his anger in recent years had been another whisper.&nbsp; In his youth, he had been a vibrant man, joyful with a lust for life.&nbsp; This was echoed amongst his original companions of the Order of the Golden Mane, a true golden age for the realm.<br><br>It was after the death of his first wife that this had turned for the worse.&nbsp; As if he never got over this loss.&nbsp; He had no where to thrust this anger at her loss, of this woman and his love for her that courtly entertainers used to sing songs and tell stories as endless and true.&nbsp; They said she died of a wasting disease that was unavoidable.&nbsp; He now wanted nothing to remind him of his true love and Alenard was that reminder.&nbsp; He was a good knight and a great sword, but the love he had for his son before the boys mother had passed was much greater than it had been in recent years.&nbsp; The whispers now where that he wanted a new family and a new son to replace the joy he had lost from his first wife’s death and, in a large part, this was true.<br><br>The anger that arose from that loss was aimed at his servants once he took over more stewardship of Collindor, the duties his wife had done before she passed.&nbsp; He had little outlet for this anger and, it was whispered at times he took this out on his new wife as well.&nbsp; As his wife took full blame for her outings, the anger flashed briefly in his eyes when he turned to look at her a moment, his breath coming deeply again.&nbsp; It was a brief incident that suggested he was not done with this between the two of them, but this was not the place, in front of the courtiers and servants.<br><br>Instead he turned his anger outward at the moment, speaking loudly to everyone in earshot of the hall, “Not a word of this treason shall leave these walls.&nbsp; It is between us and the men at Chene Hall, I will not have my new enemies knowing how much I know of their plot.”&nbsp; It was implied that he would take drastic measure against any loose lips in the halls of Collindor on this topic.&nbsp; It showed the true change that had befallen the crest of the realm where once when his first wife was here, the halls were happy and full of joy, it was ever more common that they were full of whispers and darkness.<br><br>He then turned to his wife again, “We will retire to my chamber, were you will be safe and we can remain there until Sir Pil’iar has conducted his search.”&nbsp; His eyes suggested he wanted his wife alone, the anger stirring something in him that he wanted an outlet for, perhaps some of this echoing in his tone in the hall now.&nbsp; <br><br>Before they left, however, he turned to his Advisor .&nbsp; “When he finishes the search, bring him to my antechamber.&nbsp; We shall discuss how to proceed, I suspect Deutiam at the heart of this.”&nbsp; And it was no surprise that he would be suspect as Ancel called off the marriage of King Deutiam’s daughter to Alenard following his new marriage to Natalya.&nbsp; The marriage was to be a happy event in a long line of such since Ancel was crowned, it would unite the two kingdoms under one greater realm which made Ancel’s move to marry Natalya even more surprising and again contributing to the whispers of late throughout the realm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 07:32:36</strong>
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				Her ladies had warned her.&nbsp; <em>"Your excursions are going to get you in trouble some day, Highness"</em>.&nbsp; The words echoed in her mind.&nbsp; Apparently, today was that day.&nbsp; The look her husband had pinned her with after she had made her little confession was unnerving to say the least.&nbsp; Her eyes immediately went downcast, but she knew he wasn't done with her yet.&nbsp; Natalya couldn't exactly say that she was afraid of her husband.&nbsp; Though she knew he had a temper, she had done little to warrant that sort of attention from him.&nbsp; Others thought differently, and though Natalya knew she was in no way exempt from his wrath, she couldn't imagine that her outings would upset him too much.&nbsp; She expected a few harsh words and then all would be settled.&nbsp; <br><br>Natalya remained silent as Ancel turned from her to bark orders at those present, until he informed her that she would be joining him in his chamber.&nbsp; Her eyes flew open and her head snapped up to look at him.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to protest but he was already speaking to his other advisor.&nbsp; A search of the entire castle could take....days.&nbsp; And she was expected, no, <em>ordered</em> to stay within her husbands chambers and sights.&nbsp; She had just gotten her own quarters barely a week ago, and had been more than relieved to finally be away from Ancel's nightly pawings.&nbsp; He had been determined to get her with child as soon as possible, but only Natalya and her ladies knew that he hadn't succeeded quite yet.&nbsp; A week in her own bed and now he wanted her back in his.&nbsp; "Surely, Your Majesty I would be safe in my own quarters.&nbsp; Post a guard at the door if you wish."&nbsp; The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she immediately regretted them.&nbsp; The distressed tone in her voice clearly stated her opposition to being alone with him.&nbsp; She lowered her head again and managed to stammer out her clarification. "I-I simply mean that, c-clearly none of my ladies wish me harm, an-and with a guard at the d-door, no one would get in.&nbsp; I wouldn't be in any danger if I stayed there, Your Majesty."&nbsp; She looked up at him finally, apologetically, but she knew it was too late....
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 20:04:56</strong>
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				His eyes shifted again, it was a flash of anger and desire that he turned on her.&nbsp; Somewhere in his mind he probably knew what she really thought of him and that drove that look in his eyes.&nbsp; It was as if the darkness somehow had a hold on him now with this new wife of his, their marriage wasn’t for love so much as a good position for her household and a new chance on a happy family for Ancel.&nbsp; His majesty stood far better when it came to their relationship, not only was she good for a new family, but she was attractive; few, if any, surpassed her beauty and he knew it.&nbsp; Whether she wanted to confess it or not, she was his and he would take her.&nbsp; That secret feeling that she didn’t want him drove him to desire her more, to take what she did not want to give him.<br><br>A smile crossed his face, as if to cover the look in his eyes and yet the look remained there.&nbsp; “Oh, my little Queen will certainly have a guard at her door.”&nbsp; Then he crossed back to her with a few long strides, his eyes forgetting the room and only for her.&nbsp; There was nothing else between them, everything was all his, most any one of them present would do as he asked or at least get out of his way.&nbsp; They were nothing to him, his only focus on his wife.&nbsp; “A personal guard that will follow you everywhere you go, one that will report back to me everything you do.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps she had indeed said the wrong thing.&nbsp; It was beyond checking the castle for conspirators or keeping a better watch on grounds; now it was her every move under surveillance.&nbsp; The eyes suggested he would still get what he wanted and the smirk teased at the thought that it was an idea she suggested herself.&nbsp; “You will retire to your chambers … once Sir Pil’iar conducts his search, until then you will remain safely in my chambers while Collindor is secured.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 00:22:14</strong>
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				The look in his eyes frightened her and Natalya opened her mouth to continue her protest, but the sight of her father coming down the hallway stopped her.&nbsp; "As His Majesty wishes." she stated clearly, bobbing a curtsy.&nbsp; Marquis was far enough away that he couldn't tell that she could see him, as she was being blocked by Ancel's shoulder, so she turned from her husband and began to walk away, followed closely by her ladies.&nbsp; It was barely a few moments before Marquis called out to his king, but Natalya ignored it knowing that Ancel would not, and would stop to speak with his friend and advisor.&nbsp; The perfect distraction.<br><br>"Your Majesty."&nbsp; Marquis said as he stepped up to Ancel and bowed quickly, his face was masked with concern.&nbsp; "I just found Sir Pil'iar in the corridor and he has informed me of some rather distressing news involving my daughter.&nbsp; Is it true?&nbsp; Is there a plot against her?" <br><br>Natalya lead her ladies towards the king's chambers, her pace quick.&nbsp; She hesitated at the large double doors, hating the idea of being back there again, but at least he wasn't with her just yet.&nbsp; Once inside the room, she had her ladies lock the door.&nbsp; Lady Marie who was closest to the door hesitated.&nbsp; Natalya turned on her. "My husband is not here to protect me yet, so why should I not lock the door?&nbsp; If he has a problem with it, I have no doubt I will hear of it when he get's here."&nbsp; her voice was harsh.&nbsp; She was clearly irritated with the situation at hand, and Marie quickly complied as to escape another tongue lashing.&nbsp; <br><br>Natalya began to pace, muttering to herself in a language none of her ladies could understand.&nbsp; It was her mother's language, and though her father had forbidden her from speaking it after her mother died five years ago, Natalya still did when alone or extremely aggravated.&nbsp; Her mother, the late Duchess Asant, had been from a kingdom far to the east.&nbsp; Neither of her parents had ever told her the name of the kingdom or how she had found herself in Terracor, but both claimed that Asant had been a princess, and had promised Natalya at an early age that she too would bear the title of royalty.&nbsp; Sadly, her father managed to keep true to that promise....<br><br>After a bit of pacing, Natalya finally ordered for her ladies to remove crown and outer layers of clothing, sending two of them off to her quarters to quickly retrieve a simpler gown to change into.&nbsp; Natalya was afraid that Ancel would arrive while she was undressing, but as the minutes went by and her ladies returned with a short sleeved, dark blue dress, that if it wasn't made of velvet could have easily been mistaken for peasants garb, she actually began to wonder what was holding him up.&nbsp; <em>What in the world could he and my father be talking about?</em>&nbsp; Her mind went through the possibilities as her ladies dressed her.&nbsp; Once they finished she dismissed them.&nbsp; Again they hesitated.<br>"If your husband comes and you are alone-"&nbsp; Duchess Collete began to warn, but Natalya cut her off.<br>"He might be upset, but I want to be alone when he comes.&nbsp; Go.&nbsp; I shall lock the door after you.&nbsp; No one but my husband will be allowed in the room."&nbsp; she assured them, though not so pleasantly.&nbsp; After a few more moments of contemplation they did as requested.&nbsp; Natalya did as she said, locking the door behind them, but then when she was fairly certain they wouldn't be able to hear the latch, she unlocked it.&nbsp; She made her way out to the balcony, the cool night air snapping against her bare arms, but she couldn't feel it and she didn't care.&nbsp; Let her husband find her here, alone and in an unlocked room.&nbsp; Let her fully earn the punishment she was about to receive, or even better, let her pursuer come and take her away from all of this....<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 20:45:13</strong>
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				No pursuer came, no knights of rescue.&nbsp; If ever there were knights that rescued damsels, they came from Terracor and if the knights of the present realm began to follow the dark path the king was on, they would all but grow scarce indeed.&nbsp; Only the cool winter air would greet her at the balcony.<br><br>******************************************************************************<br><br>As the queen left his company, Ancel turned to his advisor and long standing friend Marquis.&nbsp; They had fought side by side in many battles, forming a bond that would be hard to break if it came to that.&nbsp; The darkness eased off the king as he met the man, shaking his own head.&nbsp; “I’m afraid Sir Pil’iar is correct.&nbsp; Our friend Tormeu has captured bandits in the Kingwood with a plot of murder against her majesty ... your daughter.”&nbsp; <br><br>The Marquis was taken aback slightly, controlling his own emotions far better than the king had done over the news.&nbsp; “Where is she now, I presume she is safe my lord.”&nbsp; The feint was well guised, he was with her not long ago and he had his own little birds that kept their ears out for any trouble.&nbsp; <br><br>“She is in my chambers.&nbsp; Once Sir Pil’iar has searched Collindor, I want the two of you to join me in my antechamber.&nbsp; We must discuss this plot of treason, it may be something spreading amongst the small folk.&nbsp; Though I suspect Lord Porfun to be at the heart of his after that comment he made at our wedding.”&nbsp; It was no secret, it was something that helped the whispers spread, something to the affect that a new wife would not replace the one he loved and the realm didn’t need another new queen until the Prince was wed.<br><br>That had also started his passionate anger that he had released upon Natalya that night.&nbsp; It felt so good, being that rough with a woman, he found it a good release anytime the darkness fell upon him to have his way with his wife;&nbsp; it was his right as king.<br><br>“Or any of the small lords that heard his drunken stupor,” replied Marquis, coming to Ancel’s side.&nbsp; “I’ll move to help with the search so that we may join you in council over this grave matter.”<br><br>“We will have a guard on Natalya at all times until this matter is resolved.&nbsp; Her attendants are failing to be vigilant over the lady they are waiting on.”&nbsp; Ancel turned to head for his own chambers as well, as if to let his advisor dwell on that topic, but he turned to face him.&nbsp; “Find my son; this is the perfect duty for him.”&nbsp; There was nothing else to explain to Marquis.&nbsp; Ancel was sure he would find him.<br><br>******************************************************************************<br><br>In the silence of the king’s chambers, the door opened and closed.&nbsp; &nbsp;The locking of the door was done with a flourish to let anyone know it was being done, taunting at the silence that greeted him.&nbsp; It was no mystery to the woman on the balcony that Ancel had entered the room if she was paying any mind.&nbsp; Yet, he lingered in silence, as if letting the rage build in him, the anger and the desire for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes swept the room, noting the open door to the balcony.&nbsp; His voice called in that direction for her alone, “You lost your freedom when you gave yourself to me at the altar.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 22:09:37</strong>
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				The sun was setting.&nbsp; Natalya hadn't realized it was so late.&nbsp; She could hear the dull clashing of what had to be wooden, practice swords.&nbsp; She heard a familiar voice over the clatter.&nbsp; "Alenard..."&nbsp; she whispered into the breeze that sent a shiver up her spine.&nbsp; Her childhood friend, one of the few.&nbsp; A smile played upon her lips as she remembered the fun they used to have, the games they would play.&nbsp; She remembered how nice King Ancel had been, when his wife was alive; the treats and presents he would give her.&nbsp; She knew then it was simply because he was friends with her father, and she was friends with his son.&nbsp; She never once thought, and still didn't think, that he fancied her as a child, or through her teenage years, and yet she wondered why she now belonged to him.&nbsp; It had been rumored that His Majesty had taken a liking to her mother, though he never perused her, and Natalya looked almost exactly like the late Duchess.&nbsp; Perhaps, that had something to do with it, but what did it matter now?&nbsp; She was his, to do with as he pleased, and she knew exactly what pleased him.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time she heard the door open, close and then lock, the young queen was shivering.&nbsp; The cold and the realization of her situation had finally gotten to her.&nbsp; He was going to hurt her.&nbsp; She had folded her arms over her chest, a feeble attempt to comfort and warm herself.&nbsp; Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the door, but either possibility of who it could be was terrifying.&nbsp; When she heard his voice, the strength drained from her legs, and her hands flew to the thick, cold stone railing of the balcony to keep her balance.&nbsp; After a few moments, she regained her bearings and turned from the banister, and came to stand in the open doorway.&nbsp; Though shivering, she stood straight and her eyes locked on his, unafraid, refusing to back down.&nbsp; "I gave myself to my king, a man whom I assumed I could trust to treat me well.&nbsp; You....are not that man.&nbsp; You never would have treated Queen Elenore this way.&nbsp; Why do you insist upon being so harsh with me?"&nbsp; she challenged, her eyes narrowing a bit.&nbsp; Her voice was shaking due to her shivering, but her words were clear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 23:46:56</strong>
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				Slowly Ancel moved, crossing towards his wife when she presented at the doorway.&nbsp; The anger was there as was the desire in his eyes.&nbsp; Whether it was for her, or the idea of her, the wanton lust was in his eyes and groin.&nbsp; When she spoke to him of giving herself to her king whom she trusted, a sneer furled at his lips and then the lash of him not being that man … the anger took over his desire and he raised his hand.&nbsp; The back of it might change her tone.&nbsp; The rest of her words blurred as his arm came up to strike the blow.<br><br>Then she spoke /her/ name and he caught himself.&nbsp; Not unaware of what he was doing, but a deeper hatred arose in him.&nbsp; Yet, deep in those eyes was the love he once had, the anger rising through him crossed his face, removing any thoughts of that love from his person.&nbsp; That was his to hold and no one else to ever touch, it was all for his wife, not some child. <br><br>&nbsp;“You are not my Elenore … don’t you dare speak her name again.”&nbsp; There was a small hint of madness in his eyes, as his hand balled into a fist that he put into her face it was ready to cock and release.&nbsp; Slowly he uncurled a finger, pointing to emphasize his words to her.&nbsp; “You shall do as the king pleases or you’ll find yourself far worse off than if those peasants did get a hold of you.”&nbsp; <br><br>Then, through clenched teeth, he snarled, “Get out of those clothes before I tear them from your body.”&nbsp; His hand came down, reaching for her upper arm; to grab her so as to throw her into the room and away from the window, his white knuckles evident that his grip would bruise her soft flesh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flying Tengu</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 00:21:47</strong>
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				"At once, your Majesty.&nbsp; You can count on me, as always."&nbsp; Marquis bowed slightly; it was clearly a bow only for the sake of form.&nbsp; As the king's closest advisor and friend for so many years, the bow was more an acknowledgment of a command than a gesture of respect.&nbsp; Such was the nature of the Duke's relationship to the king.&nbsp; He immediately turned and left the room to carry out his king's orders.&nbsp; An extremely careful observer, with the perfect vantage point would notice a small smile on Marquis' face as he left the king, the smile of a man enjoying a private joke.&nbsp; There was no observer however, and the joke, such as it was, would not be amusing to anyone else.<br><br>******************************************************************************<br><br>"Please, your highness!&nbsp; Enough!"&nbsp; Gervais said, falling back with a laugh, his practice sword falling limply to his side.&nbsp; "I'm meeting a woman tonight, and I've no desire to explain why I'm black and blue from head to toe."&nbsp; Alenard chuckled, his eyebrows raised expressively.<br>"You must know this woman well, if you expect that she'll be seeing any bruises you need to explain!&nbsp; But yes, it's time to stop."&nbsp; Alenard follows the man's example, letting his sword drop to his side, his bare chest heaving with the exertion of the heavy practice.&nbsp; <em>Incredible.</em>&nbsp; Alenard thinks to himself wryly.&nbsp; <em>The castle guardsmen have better romantic prospects than the Prince of the realm.</em>&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; He wouldn't begrudge anyone else their prospects just because of his own lack.&nbsp; After all, their gain was not his loss.&nbsp; Except, strangely enough, his father's marriage was the prince's loss.&nbsp; His face darkens momentarily, before returning to its usual serious expression.<br><br>A cold breeze blew through the yard, making Alenard more intensely aware of his shirtless state.&nbsp; He picked up his lose white shirt from the nearby bench pulling it over his head.&nbsp; A pause.&nbsp; His head cocks to one side, listening intently.&nbsp; His expression becomes thoughtful, relaxed, almost pleasant.<br>"Your Highness.&nbsp; Is something wrong?"&nbsp; Gervais asked, calling from his own bench.&nbsp; Alenard shook his head, coming back to himself.<br>"No, nothing's wrong.&nbsp; Just reminiscing.&nbsp; And I almost thought I'd heard my name... ah well."&nbsp; He stood, swinging his arms back and forth to loosen up his sore muscles, a smile playing about his lips.<br><br>Still somewhat lost in though, he didn't notice the approach of Duke Marquis until he saw Gervais snap to attention.&nbsp; Alenard turned just in time to see the Duke marching determinately towards him.&nbsp; A worried look came over Alenard's face.&nbsp; <em>This looks serious.</em><br><br>Before he had time to ask, Marquis began to speak.&nbsp; "Your Highness."&nbsp; He began, his tone grave.&nbsp; "I bring a message from your father the King."&nbsp; Marquis pauses, turning his head to look at Gervais.&nbsp; "Gervais.&nbsp; Don't you have duties to attend to?"<br>"Nay, your Grace.&nbsp; Not tonight-" Gervais sputtered to a stop, speared by a glare from Marquis.&nbsp; "That is, I was just finishing my off duty time.&nbsp; I'll go see to my duties now."&nbsp; Quickly, before the Duke can add anything else, Gervais left.&nbsp; Alenard watched the exchange with raised eyebrows.<br>"This must be important.&nbsp; What's going on, Marquis?"&nbsp; Alenard asks, his tone neutral.<br>"It is not my place to explain, your highness."&nbsp; Marquis says.&nbsp; "Your father the King requests and requires your presence in his Antechamber.&nbsp; At once.&nbsp; He will explain."&nbsp; Alenard's lips twisted momentarily.&nbsp; He wasn't in the mood to exchange more words with his father, whether cold or heated.&nbsp; The frequency of both had been increasing lately.&nbsp; Still, it was his duty.&nbsp; Alenard sighed.<br>"Very well.&nbsp; I'll go at once.&nbsp; Thank you for delivering the message."&nbsp; With a nod, Alenard began the walk to the king's quarters.<br>"My pleasure, your Highness.&nbsp; Oh," Marquis calls towards the departing prince.&nbsp; "Make sure to knock!"&nbsp; He laughs dryly, ignoring the vaguely irritated look that Alenard cast back over his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 00:34:13</strong>
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				Natalya barely flinched when he raised his hand to her the first time.&nbsp; Some how she knew her words would have stopped him, but it's not like she hadn't been handled that way before.&nbsp; Talking back was a habit her father had attempted to rid her of several times.&nbsp; He had succeeded when it came to himself, but as far as Natalya was concerned every one else was fair game.&nbsp; When he raised his fist to her though, she froze.&nbsp; It was at the last moment she managed to attempt to block her face and a strangled cry came from her.&nbsp; When she realized he hadn't touched her, she slowly put down her hands.&nbsp; She was close to tears, unable to look up at him, her breathe heavy as she attempted to maintain control of herself, as he spoke.&nbsp; When he grabbed her, she cried out again, in fear and pain.&nbsp; Not only was his grip like iron, but his hands were like fire to her cold flesh.&nbsp; She stumbled, as he released her but she did not fall.&nbsp; She came to stand right in front of the large bed she was about to share with him.&nbsp; She turned to face him, no longer as proud as she had been barely moments ago.&nbsp; <br><br>"As His Majesty wishes."&nbsp; she said, barely above a whisper.&nbsp; Her shaking hands slowly began to undo the strings of her dress.&nbsp; It took her a while to free the piece of clothing with her unstable hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eventually, it fell to the floor, a pool of dark velvet at her feet.&nbsp; She unbuttoned the waist of her underskirts one by one allowing those to fall to the floor as well.&nbsp; She was left in her undergarments; her corset and the short sleeved, full length satin slip she wore underneath it to protect her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;The corset was tied in the back.&nbsp; She stepped out of the little mountain of clothing she was required to wear, and without a word, moved her hair so it was all resting on her right shoulder, turning her back to her husband exposing her little predicament.&nbsp; She wasn't going to <em>ask</em> him to help, but she put her hands down signaling her inability to go any further.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 15:58:51</strong>
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				The excitement was growing in Ancel as he watched her undress, he doing the same as he kept his eyes on her.&nbsp; Undoing the buckle at his waist, his velvet doublet was easily removed and as she let her dress fall, he pulled the arming gown over his head and tossed that to the floor as well.&nbsp; Left standing in his hose, he was fully erect as he moved towards her, with her back to him.&nbsp; His hand grabbed at the lace of the corset, pulling her into him.&nbsp; He ground his hips against her rear, rubbing himself against her through hose and her satin slip.&nbsp; His other hand grabbing her hair and turning hear head enough so that he could whisper into her ear, “A little difficult is it?”&nbsp; <br><br>Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her hip to bend her forward with that free hand, to rub himself more forcefully against her.&nbsp; Casually he moved the hand to her lace.&nbsp; As he untied it, he pulled both ends, tightening the corset a moment and then using both ends like reigns to yank her body backwards into his erection.&nbsp; He had no intention of taking her like this with her corset on, however, and he started to undo the laces from the eyelets.&nbsp; As he finished, he shoved her onto the bed so that he could pull down his hose, to the thigh belts that held them in place.&nbsp; He watched her from his standing position, throbbing with the lust for her in that moment, part of his excitement laying in the hope that she might struggle, though not wholly counting on it either.&nbsp; With a casual ease, he kneeled on the edge of the bed as he waited a moment on her, the leering smile dominating his facial features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 19:33:50</strong>
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				Though Natalya had taken little pleasure from sharing his bed, there was always something about the way he fondled her before hand that felt good.&nbsp; His erection rubbing against her made her body react involuntarily.&nbsp; She pushed back against him, a soft moan escaping her lips, butterflies fluttering in her belly.&nbsp; She knew he didn't really want her to enjoy it, but she knew that she was supposed to.&nbsp; The way the women gossiped about it when they thought she wasn't listening, as if it wasn't an appropriate conversation to have in front of the queen, proved to her that her husband was doing her wrong on purpose.&nbsp; She hated him for it, but it's not as if she had been any more warm in receiving him.&nbsp; It was her duty as his wife to lie with him and that is exactly how she had treated it.&nbsp; Perhaps tonight she could coax him to do things ....differently.<br><br>When he pushed her down onto the bed, her initial reaction was to scurry up to the pillows and wait for him to come to her.&nbsp; Instead, she inched up to the center of the bed and then turned to face him, going up on her knees to gather the hem of her slip and then pull it over her head.&nbsp; She tossed the cool, slippery piece off the side of the bed.&nbsp; This was her last chance to escape her punishment.&nbsp; There was no doubt he was going to take her but this time, if she was lucky, it wouldn't hurt.&nbsp; Now, completely naked on his bed she made no attempt to cover herself, like she had done several times before.&nbsp; She leaned back onto her hands, slipping her legs out from underneath herself.&nbsp; Taking advantage of his hesitation, she spoke, her eyes down cast in submission as she addressed him.&nbsp; "Ancel, my husband, my lord, my king, I implore you.&nbsp; Forgive me.&nbsp; I know that you are only worried about my safety, and I have been ungrateful." she looked up at him then.&nbsp; "I have been lacking in my duties as your wife, but I want that to change."&nbsp; she pushed off of the bed to come forward and then crawl towards him, coming up again on her knees right before him.&nbsp; Placing her hands on his bare chest, his flesh hot under her still cold hands, his erection poking into her stomach, she looked up at him, locking her eyes with his.&nbsp; "Teach me.&nbsp; I want to know what is true pleasure, and there is no one else, nor anyone better to teach me then His Majesty."&nbsp; Her voice was soft, part seductive and part pleading.&nbsp; Her attempt at manipulating him might backfire, but he couldn't hurt her any worse then all the times he had before....
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:06:22</strong>
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				In his hesitation, his brow furrowed at his confusion and yet, there was intrigue in his eyes.&nbsp; Ancel’s leer remained all the same, as if this submissiveness to his aggression was a turn of events that worked in his favor.&nbsp; His cock bobbed with excitement as she exposed herself to him, further still as she approached, crawling across his bed.&nbsp; It was too much when her stomach brushed against him, he leaned back a little exposing his own pleasure to her without having to force his way into her.&nbsp; As she pleaded to be taught, he looked down into her eyes.&nbsp; His hand came to her hair, grabbing it from behind, gently tugging at it.&nbsp; He played at control, but allowed freedom for her to move as he pulled her hair.&nbsp; “Well, you are ready to learn, I can see it in your eyes.”<br><br>At the edge of the bed, he slipped back off to stand on the floor of the room.&nbsp; The hand pulled her head down towards his erection.&nbsp; “Put your lips around it, ease it into your mouth,” he said pulling her head towards him, but not all the way, giving her that small portion of control.&nbsp; Even as he said it, he was leaning over her, his hand tracing down the small of her back towards her naked rear.&nbsp; As he said the words, he gave her ass a swat.&nbsp; There was force in that hand, but not like before, were it was simply meant to inflict the most pain it could.&nbsp; It teased at the pain, before his hand slipped around her cheek, pulling lightly at the edges of the folds between her legs as he pulled her towards his manhood.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 21:29:34</strong>
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				As he pulled her head down towards his member, Natalya fought the desire to pull back.&nbsp; This not may have been what she meant, but she did as he said.&nbsp; She was his wife, not his lover, but tonight she would learn how to be both.&nbsp; Besides, she knew if she changed her mind it would anger him.&nbsp; Tentatively, she slipped the tip of his shaft past her lips. As if by instinct, she began to flick at it with her tongue, though slowly.&nbsp; His fingers on her back were followed by a shiver she could barely control, and when he smacked her behind, she let out an involuntary cry that ended in a soft moan as his fingers began to play between her legs.&nbsp; She looked up at him for a moment, gauging his reaction, as she began to take him deeper into her mouth.&nbsp; Barely, an inch or two and she could go no further.&nbsp; She pulled back, taking him completely out of her mouth, and then taking him back in.&nbsp; She slowly began to slide her lips up down the part of his shaft she could fit in her mouth, bringing her right hand up to hold onto what she could not.&nbsp; She didn't completely know what she was doing, but she knew he would tell her if she did something wrong.&nbsp; She began to suck on him gently, unsure of how much pressure to apply.&nbsp; <br><br>She took him out of her mouth a second time, but this time to change her position so that she was sitting on the bed in front of him.&nbsp; She quickly brushed some hair out of her face, but before she started again, she smiled up at him.&nbsp; "Is His Majesty enjoying himself?"&nbsp; she asked gently, her breath feathering against his now wet cock.&nbsp; Right after she asked the question, though, there was a sudden tapping at the door.&nbsp; It sounded quite urgent.&nbsp; Natalya's smile dropped as she looked to the door and then back up to her husband, clearly concerned on what to do being interrupted in this position.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 22:11:25</strong>
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				As she took him into her mouth, he moaned at the pleasure he felt and the hand between her legs rubbed at her warm wetness, teased on by the feeling wrapped around his manhood.&nbsp; His eyes closed tight, his head arched towards the ceiling of the chamber as she looked at him.&nbsp; “You learn quickly,” he moaned, the anger abated but lingering in the back of his throat.&nbsp; “Yes,” he cooed with a snarl, his hips rocking lightly to push himself into her mouth as she gently worked at his shaft.&nbsp; When she came off him again, he turned down to look at her.&nbsp; The anger there in his eyes to assert control, but eagerly watching her moves to see how she was reacting or what she might be doing.&nbsp; The sneer eased to a grimace of pleasure when she sat at the edge of the bed.<br><br>Then the anger flashed again, for real this time, the anger that hurt and injured soft flesh.&nbsp; The wrapping at his door was bringing it all crashing back into him.&nbsp; His lips had parted to respond to her inquiry and the moment was lost when someone came to his door.&nbsp; With a look of resignation, he closed his eyes a moment.&nbsp; He held up his hand, finger extended to indicate that she wait were she was one moment.&nbsp; As he did this, his hands came off her and then reached down to pull up his hose.&nbsp; Ancel did not bother to grab anymore clothing, let them know he was being disturbed.&nbsp; <br><br>When he opened the door enough to peer out, a hatred came from his eyes that he had never as yet aimed towards his son and current heir.&nbsp; “Alenard,” he said, his mouth barely moving.&nbsp; “A faster response than I expected.”&nbsp; There was no move made to cover himself up or hide himself in the crack of that door.&nbsp; “I have an assignment for you … we’ll discuss it when after Marquis and Pil’iar finish their search.&nbsp; Since you’re here, you can guard the door to my chambers and await their company, inform them I’ll be with them once I am finished in here.”<br><br>Then he turned, shutting the door and sealing the lock with a click.&nbsp; There he stood a moment, the muscles taut on his body with excitement.&nbsp; Even for his age, he posed an impressive figure.&nbsp; “I’m not finished with you yet,” he said to his wife on the bed.&nbsp; “We’ve much to learn, and this is only the beginning of your studies.”&nbsp; The concept of teaching her, the element of control goiing beyond merely physical was enticing him.&nbsp; He walked slowly to the bed, rubbing himself through his hose as he looked at his wife nude on the bed.&nbsp; Stopping a few feet from the bed, he paused, “Come to me, show me that you’re ready for this.”&nbsp; His hand grabbed himself hard as he finished those words before letting himself go and standing silently to watch how her now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flying Tengu</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 23:02:16</strong>
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				"What-"&nbsp; Alenard began, his brown eyes full of confusion.&nbsp; Whatever he had been about to ask is cut off by the sudden slamming of the door.&nbsp; The clicking of the lock sounds unusually loud to his ears.&nbsp; It probably had something to do with the look that his father had given him.&nbsp; Both that, and the lock, spoke louder than any words.<br><br>Alenard grit his teeth together, taking up position by the door.&nbsp; A moment's reflection, and he took up a position slightly farther away, as far as he could, while still making it obvious that he was guarding it.&nbsp; It still wasn't enough, Alenard thought glumly to himself.&nbsp; A glance at his father made it extremely obvious what he had been doing.&nbsp; He'd also seen past his father; not much, just a delicate bare leg, clearly belonging to Natalya.&nbsp; It was enough to hint at the position she had been in.&nbsp; Alenard flushed slightly.&nbsp; She certainly didn't have beautiful legs like that before, when they were close friends, although they certainly hinted at their eventual beauty.&nbsp; Before she married his father.&nbsp; Alenard found a lump rising in his throat inexplicably.<br><br>It was then that he heard Ancel tell Natalya that he wasn't finished with her.&nbsp; Alenard fought back a wave of irritation.&nbsp; Yes, he was definitely too close to the door still.&nbsp; "Yes father."&nbsp; Alenard called through the door, loudly.&nbsp; "I'll be right here."&nbsp; Perhaps that would cause his father to moderate himself somewhat.<br><br>It wasn't too long before Marquis and Pil'iar arrived.&nbsp; "Please wait here."&nbsp; Alenard told them in his deep voice.&nbsp; "My father is..." he trailed off.&nbsp; Occupied?&nbsp; Busy?&nbsp; With the Queen?&nbsp; None of those seemed appropriate in this inappropriate situation.&nbsp; "He will be with us shortly."&nbsp; He concluded lamely.&nbsp; <em>Let it be soon.</em> He fervently hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 01:34:50</strong>
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				Natalya watched Ancel answer the door and basically growl at his son.&nbsp; She couldn't help but feel bad for Alenard, with everything that had happened, and when Ancel shut the door in his son's face, she felt a twinge of guilt.&nbsp; While she was here trying to really get on her husbands good side, Alenard was loosing his place in life and had little hope of regaining it, at least not while Natalya was helping Ancel replace him.&nbsp; As, Ancel turned his attentions back on her, she tried to push the sad thoughts out of her mind.&nbsp; She stood up to do as he ordered, but then the thought entered her mind.....<br><br>Ancel had said something about an assignment to his son, and of course there was the subject of him placing a guard on her, and now Alenard was standing outside the door keeping guard.&nbsp; He couldn't possibly be thinking of making Alenard her guard.....&nbsp; As uncomfortable as the thought was that he was right outside, Natalya didn't know that Alenard could hear them inside.&nbsp; When she heard Alenard call back to his father from the hallway, she stopped walking towards her husband and looked towards the door and then back to Ancel, nervously.&nbsp; "Does he really have to stand there?"&nbsp; she asked him innocently.&nbsp; "I don't want him to..... hear us."&nbsp; She fidgeted uncomfortably unsure of how he might react, maybe thinking that she was stalling. &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 16:55:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Irritation curled at the corner of Ancel’s mouth when his wife stopped and then asked about his son.&nbsp; He took the initiative, crossing the last few steps to his wife. He grabbed her arm again, pulling her into him.&nbsp; “You’re not getting it,” he said through clenched teeth, his bulge again pressing into her belly but with more force and not so soft a brush as before when she came to him on the bed.&nbsp; “Either you want to learn pleasure or you’re just itching for some punishment.”&nbsp; He spun her around, not letting go of her upper arm, his other hand grabbing her other arm, pulling her close to him, bringing her again under his physical control.<br><br>With her exposded body taut against his, he rubbed himself again against her rear, just between her cheeks.&nbsp; His mouth close to her ear, the warmth of his breath issuing forth between his teeth and down her neck.&nbsp; “We can do this my way, or you will let me teach you Natalya.”&nbsp; It was an odd omission from his lips, he had rarely spoke her name before, only in public, and this time it came out in the bedroom.&nbsp; Though he had forced the words through clenched teeth, there was an edge of lust in his voice when he said her name.&nbsp; Somewhere in there it acknowledged that he did want her, and while he took what he could from her, it was something she had over him, his desire for her.&nbsp; Perhaps it wasn’t the love he had for his first wife, but he did want the younger woman.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 19:45:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya had taken an involuntary step back as he approached her, but she didn't struggle when he grabbed her, not that the thought had ever crossed her mind.&nbsp; Even if she wanted to, she couldn't escape him.&nbsp; As he pressed himself against her, she arched her back a bit, pushing back against him. The aggressiveness of his tone when he said her name sent a tremor up her spine, and forced a soft sigh out of her mouth.&nbsp; Even with Alenard's tight grip on her arms, Natalya easily managed to reach behind her and started caressing his thighs, moving her way up to his enlarged member.&nbsp; She wrapped her hand around it and began moving her hand slowly.&nbsp; She pulled against his hold slightly, urging him to release her, wordlessly submitting to him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 20:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft sigh escaped his lips as she grabbed him, delight oozing out in a moan from him, with a hard whisper.&nbsp; “Yes,” rolled out of his mouth with guttural pleasure, “Natalya.”&nbsp; It seeped out from him, more in commanding tone but with tendrils of his cravings for her underlining the words from his mouth.&nbsp; Even as she began caressing him, the fingers on her arms eased their hold over her, giving her the freedom she craved but inch by inch as if slowly allowing it to her.&nbsp; <br><br><br>“Show me the passion you crave Natalya,” he said to her when he finally let go, “Please me … show me you deserve it.”&nbsp; There was a command at the tip of his tongue, he could tell her exactly what to do to entice him into giving her what she wanted, but his eyes yearned to watch her do what she wanted to him given that freedom she wanted.&nbsp; Her mouth had worked magic on him earlier with that freedom and now her hand was driving him crazy with his eagerness to have his way with her.&nbsp; His hands lingered to take what he wanted, but the command of voice was alluring him to her.&nbsp; They went to her rear, one hand grabbing it with wanton lust, the other giving it a light smack as if a small reminder of the control he had.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 20:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His words echoed in her mind, but she was almost at a loss for what to do.&nbsp; He seemed to be truly enjoying himself, but what if it wasn't enough?&nbsp; She came to the immediate conclusion that he would tell her, so she decided to go back to what she had done for him before.&nbsp; Her hand left his member while her other gently grabbed for his hand on her ass.&nbsp; She pulled on him softly, willing him to follow as she led him back to the bed where she sat down positioning him in front of her.&nbsp; She pulled down his hose and then grabbed a hold of his shaft again, sliding her hand up and down it, before she carefully put him back in her mouth.&nbsp; Gently, and mindful of her teeth, she licked and sucked on him.&nbsp; His moaning was increasing her excitement, the butterflies were fluttering wildly.&nbsp; She could feel herself getting wetter between her legs.&nbsp; It was something that had happened only once before, but she didn't really understand then.&nbsp; Now, she understood completely.&nbsp; Her hand slowly made it's way to her area.&nbsp; She slipped two fingers past her folds to feel exactly how wet she was.&nbsp; Unbelievable.&nbsp; She pushed her fingers inside herself a bit, and then removed them to show him, her wetness almost dripping from her fingers.&nbsp; "Do you see what you do to me?"&nbsp; she whispered against his cock, peering up at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 20:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eagerly he followed her, a tight smile on his lips, the anger releasing from his body, absorbed in the warmth of her mouth.&nbsp; Through thinly opened eyelids, he watched her pleasuring him, the corner of his mouth curling up when she touched herself, his moan growing in excitement.&nbsp; As she held up her hand to him and spoke, he opened his eyes more.&nbsp; A hand grabbed her figners to her hand taking into his own, he looked at it like a parent might look at their child’s dirty hands, the look on his face impish.&nbsp; “What have we here,” he asked softly, the muscles of his jaw line flexing as he took the fingers and put them into his own mouth, tasting her for the first time.&nbsp; His fingers nibbled at her fingers while he sucked at them.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You are delectable Natalya,” he said softly, savoring her flavor.<br><br>He bent at his knees then, lowering himself towards her on the bed.&nbsp; His hands came done on the tops of her thighs, spreading her legs as he eases his member towards her growing wetness.&nbsp; He teased at the folds of her warmth with the head of his cock.&nbsp; “Well this make it better,” he questioned, rubbing himself against her, toying at the folds of her skin, wanting to take her hard but controlling himself in the moment.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught at the back of her throat as he began to tease her.&nbsp; It actually felt good, and Natalya wanted more.&nbsp; She thrust her hips forwards, successfully bringing him just barely inside of her.&nbsp; The pleasure surprised her and she gasped, but it turned into a stuttered moan, her eyes closing and her head falling back.&nbsp; "Yes..." she breathed her answer to his question.&nbsp; "I want...more."&nbsp; She begged in a whisper.&nbsp; She was finally going to get to know what true pleasure was.&nbsp; Other than that, her mind was devoid of all thoughts.&nbsp; Nothing existed at that moment but her and her husband.&nbsp; If things continued like this, perhaps this marriage wouldn't be so bad after all...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tottered at the edge a moment, his tension growing inside him as she brought herself onto him.&nbsp; There he stood a moment, listening to her beg, as if all the rough stuff before led to this moment when she said she wanted more.&nbsp; His hands on her legs grabbed her and he thrust himself into her.&nbsp; Hard and deep, grunting with pleasure, feeling the length of him piercing her.&nbsp; The hands then moved down her legs to her knees at his sides and they slipped under so that he could lift her delicate body off the bed with ease.&nbsp; When he used his muscles for pain it hurt, but in this situation they were applied to other measures.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lithe body in his arms drove him crazy as he stood upright, arching his back.&nbsp; Total control in his hands, he held her steady while he slowly withdrew and let his head titter just inside her.&nbsp; There he groaned, “This is what you get when you are good to me.”&nbsp; He thrust himself, plunging hard and deep again into her, his mouth seeking the flesh of her neck, to taste her skin, his teeth nipping there playfully.&nbsp; Not enough force to leave marks, but again as if to show his control, where he didn’t bite, his lips closed on the surface of her skin and he sucked hard against it.&nbsp; He tasted her fragrance mingling with the salt of her skin, driving him to withdraw himself from her, lingering with his tip just inside then thrusting again deeply as if he couldn’t get enough of her wetness onto him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he plunged into her the first time, the pleasure was so intense that she cried out, and her eyes flew open.&nbsp; As he lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his neck.&nbsp; Another cry escaped her as he came into her again, and then again.&nbsp; His mouth on her neck added greatly to her pleasure, and she let her head fall back to allow him full access.&nbsp; When he stopped, she wiggled her hips a bit, enticing him to continue.&nbsp; "Please don't stop."&nbsp; she murmured.<br><br><br>Out in the hallway, Marquis had heard enough.&nbsp; With an irritated, if not disgusted, look on his face, he turned to Alenard.&nbsp; "I see no reason in standing here wait for him to finish.&nbsp; Come, both of you, we shall discuss this elsewhere while we wait for His Majesty."&nbsp; Marquis and Pil'iar turned to walk back down the corridor from which they had came, in the direction of Marquis' quarters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lotherio</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With his mouth still at her neck, the words tingled in his ears and he obliged, thrusting again.&nbsp; With eagerness, he continued, not a steady pace, but a slow withdrawal and a quick hard thrust each time.&nbsp; As he began this, he leaned back just a little more, taking one hand from her knee and wrapping it around her bottom, the muscles of his arm flexing around her waist.&nbsp; The girth of his hand covered a cheek, grabbing it and pulling it hard into him as the pace of his thrusts increased.&nbsp; Once that arm was supporting her, he let go her another knee, leaving her to wrap her legs around his body.&nbsp; The fingers searched their way up and around her body, searching for her hair again.&nbsp; Taking a handful he pulled at it, pulling her head back slightly as he removed his mouth from her neck.&nbsp; Using the hand behind her head, this time he thrust her lips into his, eagerly seeking her mouth for a kiss; perhaps the first real kiss since they had been wed.&nbsp; Not some stately peck for appearances, this was full of lust in the heat of their passion, his tongue parting her lips and seeking to taste her mouth and feel her tongue dancing with his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flying Tengu</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 06:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alenard held one hand out in a warding gesture.&nbsp; "Sirs, his Majesties' instructions were very clear on this matter.&nbsp; I am to guard his door, and we will attend to him once he is ready."&nbsp; He threw a glance at the hated door.&nbsp; He'd been gradually edging away from it for some time; it was almost possible to ignore what was happening on the other side of it.&nbsp; His hands clenched in irritation.&nbsp; He'd led troops in battle.&nbsp; He'd judged difficult cases, and resolved them to the satisfaction of both parties.&nbsp; He'd aided in foreign negotiations.&nbsp; He commanded the First Lancer wing of the Order of the Golden Mane.&nbsp; And now his duty could be likened to that of a brothel bouncer.<br><br>"Intolerable."&nbsp; He spoke through grit teeth.&nbsp; "Very well.&nbsp; I shall remain within eyesight of his chamber door, but I will await his pleasure" the accidental double entendre rang strangely in his ears, "in the adjoining chamber."&nbsp; Alenard took care to meet the eyes of both Marquis and Pil'iar.&nbsp; "On my responsibility.&nbsp; If he has issue with my interpretation of his command, he can take it up with me."&nbsp; With a nod, he turned to take up his new post, just across the hall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Betrayal~ (Lotherio, Flying Tengu &amp; La Vida en su Muerte)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Vida en su Muerte</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 06:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each of his thrusts forced a gasp or moan from her.&nbsp; She couldn't even think clearly, the pleasure was so intense.&nbsp; All she knew was that she wanted more.&nbsp; When he kissed her, she returned it passionately, but broke it suddenly as another fierce wave of ecstasy ran through her and she cried out against his lips.&nbsp; Her nails began to dig into his back with one hand, while the other grab into his hair, her grip tight though she didn't pull.&nbsp; She was doing her best to keep herself up against him, but her legs were weakening as her pleasure grew.&nbsp; "The...bed...please."&nbsp; she managed to get out between her gasps and sighs.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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