Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream & Cynical]
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				Title: <strong>Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream &amp; Cynical]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 18:38:03</strong>
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				The carriage jerked slightly, the horses were starting up now and the young noble Lady Karina relaxed into the upholstered seat, happy for the cushions that made journeys easier to bear. She did not like this idea much, going to the country estate of the mysterious lord who was such great friends with her Uncle. They had met briefly at the ball held for her coming out just two days ago, and he had been handsome, magnetic and powerful in a manner that had surprised her. He was not human, there was no way in the world she would believe that. But then neither was she but that wasn't common knowledge. He knew somehow, she knew he did, he knew she was more then just human, he might have even known that she was in fact a sidhe. <br><br>Yet her uncle seemed enamored with the man, praising him and quiet happy to accept this invitation. Even to the point where he had made a few comments about how nice it would be to have a marriage happen between the two houses. She sincerely hoped that was not the case; she would have to be on her guard, after all it was more then just her life at risk here, or her virginity. The power balance that carried around her was a delicate one, and she had to be careful of upsetting it and causing backlash back in Irealia, that would tip her true Uncle off on her location and that would be a horrible idea. Considering the last moment in which she had seen him had involved her being tortured she had no wish to repeat it. She had escaped by luck and sheer will power with her magic as her only aid. <br><br>Whatever this mysterious lord had planned she had no wish to be tangled up with him or any male. Karina had far more important things to handle, and she was not simply a lady but a Princess of the oldest blood of the duine, she would never mate with a mere mortal. Not to mention that her whole thought process was currently soured toward the whole concept of marriage, mostly in part due to the fact that her torture and ensuing fleeing from her homeland was the product of refusing to mate and marry with a sidhe lord of her Uncle’s choosing.&nbsp; But Arden was a monster and she would never join her flesh with him, let alone on her first time. <br><br>“You are in for such a treat my dear” her aunt Laura was speaking then, beaming happily as she adjusted her carriage hat on her head, Karina had forgone any sort of hat or other contraption seeing as the journey was to take most of the day. No reason to pin some silly thing to her head and be uncomfortable, though Laura did look pretty in it. <br><br>“Country estates are always so lovely and stays with friends like Lord Medraut are always a joy. The men enjoy hunting in the early mornings and we ladies sleep in a touch before taking a country breakfast. And the men often join us there” she patted her husband’s knee then from where he sat beside her. “don’t you dear?”<br><br>“Of course my love.” Christoph answered in an offhand manner, obviously still sleepy.&nbsp; Karina found it amusing, the thought of Christoph being up before Laura, as her aunt was much more the morning person then her uncle. But perhaps it would be true. <br><br>“I believe the Fausts are coming as well for the weekend, and perhaps the Lillards, you get along well with Miss Jane Faust no Kari darling?”<br><br>The girl simply nodded, her slivery gray eyes amused, exotic looking with her pale, moonlight skin. One of her hands rose then, idly twining a loose silky strand of her hair around two fingers, the ebony black curling softly as she yawned. The other two in the carriage spoke softly, discussing people and parties, things that hardly interested the young noble, she appeared nineteen in this day and age but in truth was nearing her two hundredth birthday. Laura appeared older then her but was only twenty three and a happily wed Countess. What odd company to all be in one carriage Karina mused as she drifted off to sleep.<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br>She was jolted awake by the touch of a hand on her arm, her skin breaking out in a cold sweat as she blinked away the dregs of sleep and reached for the power that was her very core. It was then she realized it was simply the human noble who's niece she was masquerading as. She sent her power along quietly then, for unleashing the might of a Irealian Princess on mortals was a bad idea, and Kari summoned a wan smile instead. They were nearly there it appeared, and Laura, ever a Countess, wanted Karina to appear fresh as dew when they emerged from the carriage before Lord Medraut. <br><br>Honestly the girl could have cared less about what the Lord thought, and she wasn’t too thrilled to be trapped on his estate for a week at least but it pleased her aunt and uncle. It was odd to think that they really were related, aunt and uncle to her, but their common ancestor was far closer on her side then theirs. It was her aunt who came from the same bloodline, who had the same pale perfect skin that Karina herself possessed. Granted that was all that Laura had to show her sidhe blood back centuries, the Princess used an active glamour spell to conceal her true looks. The truth of her midnight sky hair, it seemed merely raven here, instead of the ebony blue black, her eyes seemed just gray, light and uncommon, but not the twilight stars that they truly were. And her skin didn’t hold the slight luminosity that it normally did. <br><br>She let Laura fuss with her hair, repairing the damage that her nap had done to her updo, rubbing sleep from her eyes herself before both went to straighten her travel dress. The smoky blue gray color flattered her coloring and was suitable for a travel costume. The carriage slowed down steadily until it halted altogether, Laura smiling brightly. <br><br>“Now remember, try to be a bit more welcoming then you normally are dear to strangers, we wouldn’t want Lord Medraut to think you dislike him.”<br><br>The Countess left then and Karina snorted softly to herself, oh yes, can’t have him thinking she disliked him when in fact she disdained him completely and found his attempts to woo her and frighten her annoying. Perhaps it was her royal blood that made her have such contempt for him, but she was a force to be reckoned with, unlike most of the women of this time who were happy to let men decide their fates for them. She would make her own fate. Still she had to appease her aunt and uncle for the moment so she would cut him directly. <br><br>Karina moved to exit the carriage next, accepting her uncle’s hand out before her sensible black riding boots set against the stone of the courtyard as she looked up at the house, impressed by the beauty of her surroundings for a moment. It was lovely for the mortal realm. But he was here, somewhere waiting and so she braced herself, wondering how she was going to show him that she was not good material for a bride. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream &amp; Cynical]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 23:29:38</strong>
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				For two full days, since returning home, Medraut scoured every book, scrap of parchment, and any note he could get his hands on. Deep below the beautiful house was an expansive library where he stored the texts of history. The alternative histories. The secrets behind what most saw. Most legends and myths had true origins. Nearly all monsters and magical creatures had more powerful truths behind what most knew. She must be somewhere, he sighed. There has to be some records of that exquisite creature. He knew she was older than she appeared, yet just how long had she existed?<br><br>You brushed aside my attempts at seduction as if they were mere bits of dust for those elegant fingers, he thought. A soft blow between those lips I was so sure I would feel on mine, ringing through me like giant stone doors slamming shut before they truly opened. Ah, but I have learned, lovely Karina. We may have had a stalemate in our first round, yet there are always other moves. Those eyes that showed such disdain, he sensed, also held faint curiosity. He felt it swirl around him, trying to see what he was just as much as he was doing the same to her. For a long moment it was as if all the others, the humans, faded away, leaving these different creatures there, circling, their first encounter in the wild coming across a similar sort of creature. The similarities ended there, however. She and I are nothing alike. And that very thought sent such waves of pleasure through him, it was nearly difficult to remain standing.<br><br>Lord Medraut had always been a creature of the dark. Most of his kind were at some point human. Then on some twist of fate, a vampire would send the seed inside his blood into their own, causing them to change form within minutes. Medraut himself had done this very thing to a few humans himself. But then he would just as quickly kill them completely. He hated competition. Not that they would rival him in strength or power. No, that wasn’t possible. Vampires enjoyed the rare blood. Be it by high birth or exotic travelers. Humans enjoyed expensive tastes. Vampires enjoyed the same in their prey. And Lady Karina, he knew, would have an exceptional taste. Oh, but not to harm. No, not in any way to leave even the faintest blemish on your lovely skin, he whispered silently. Besides, she held some sort of magic which did resist his own. Not for long, lovely creature, he vowed. I will find your weakness. Somewhere deep inside that pure soul of yours, surely there is a small shadow. A place where you hold your hatred. Where a small shadow can lengthen, grow, blossom. And then, lovely Karina, then you will want nothing other than my arms around your soft flesh. Then, you will beg me to have you. And then, I will tease you, he thought. I will taunt you until you can’t think of anything else. Until, he smiled darkly, you are consumed with wanting to be my plaything.<br><br>These thoughts that circled aroused him powerfully. Other vampires reveled in the hunt, pouncing upon their prey. Not Medraut. He was completely about the seduction. Maybe it was a core difference between one born and one altered into this life. Nearly falling into a deep path of thought here, frozen with yet another old book in his hands, slow footsteps could be heard making their way down into his lair. The mansion above was beautiful, fit for a lord. Fit for the elusive, mysterious Lord Medraut. Few knew that below this lovely small castle existed what was once a dungeon. When he first laid eyes on the long circling stairway, then the giant cavernous reaches, it was instantly home.<br><br>His trusted servant, old Jacob, came into view. The man was in his eighties yet still as energetic as he was twenty years earlier. “The Count and Countess have arrived.” Seeing Medraut’s eyebrows raise, he added, “With, of course, Lady Karina.”<br><br>“You just saved the Count’s life with that small addition”, Medraut smiled. Not really. Or at least, not while he was a guest. Ironically, a guest would never come into any harm while under his roof. Once off his lands, at times, yes accidents seemed to happen. Usually ending up in someone’s vanishing. But no, never within his protection. “Please show them to their rooms. Give them the Eastern Suite, overlooking the lake.” As Jacob started to walk back up, Medraut cleared his throat. “Make sure Lady Karina has the bedroom farthest down the hall.” There were secret passages in this grand house. This bedroom was not only the most fitting for a young Lady, it also had a secret entrance.<br><br>Setting the book down, Medraut smoothed his black silk shirt. Donning a light black jacket, he looked in the mirror. The man staring back was very pale, with jet-black hair tied back, and nearly glowing gold-brown eyes. Taller by far than anybody he had come across, with a lean yet rock hard form, he smiled. It was time to entertain. It was time to seduce. It was time to find out who and what this Lady Karina truly was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream &amp; Cynical]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 20:07:38</strong>
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				He did have good taste, this elusive lord showed nothing but good taste in the decor of his home. Her light gray eyes took it all in curiously as she and her aunt and uncle were led up the stairs and through the house to their rooms. The servants were tending to their luggage, though she could attest to a much smaller amount of baggage then her aunt, granted, with her luck, half of her aunts packing would end up being for her, in preparation for her having not packed anything 'suitable'. Because she had packed sensible, practical gowns, things that were proper and modest. Not at all what would be needed to win and land a eligible lord. No ballgowns, no low cut necklines, no corsets, no jewelry outside the basics. Laura simply couldn't understand why she had so little interest in the things that set women off to advantage.<br><br>But what need did she have of them when her eyes were brighter then any gems on earth, when her skin glowed like moonlight, what interested did she have in silk and satin when the garb of her people was the things of dreams. She could wear moonlight and shadow if she wished. When one could garb oneself in the beauties of nature what did she need anything else for? If she actually wanted to land him she would use her magic to play up her appeal, she would smile and show him the wonders of her blood. But she wanted nothing to do with Medraut. Sure he was handsome with his hair as dark as hers and those golden eyes that provided the perfect opposite of hers, but he was dangerous, he was a dark creature, whatever he was. Because he certainly was not human.<br><br>Whatever he was she had other things to worry her, she had to remember that, to keep her mind set on her goals, the danger that lurked. Not her aunt trying to push her into the arms of the annoying lord. The girl watched with little interest as the butler showed them first to her aunt and uncle's chambers, they were nice, a pretty view of the lake, and of course before the waiting maid could open any of Laura's trunks the Countess was shooing her niece out of the room and toward her own, saying she should lay down and rest. Kari didn't offer any fight, she had a good enough idea of what would be in those trunks, hidden away from her, and while she was not drowsy in the least she would not mind some time alone. Her aunt, bless her dear soul, hardly ever left her alone outside of when there was a bachelor present, and Karina didn't wish to be left alone during those moments.<br><br>The elderly servant, though still proud by his carriage, lead her away, further down the hallway, further then she had expected to be placed from her relatives. When the door to the set of rooms was opened and she saw it she realized it was more then worth it. It was beautiful, all soft grays and blues, creams and pale violets, small touches of pale green. The room spoke of soothing welcome and she smiled as she trailed deeper into the suite, from the sitting room to the bedroom itself. "Its beautiful." She murmured, noticing that the servant smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream &amp; Cynical]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 21:05:27</strong>
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				<br>As Medraut approached her bedroom, Jacob retreated.&nbsp; Passing each other, as always in public, Jacob paused to bow.&nbsp; In the quietest whisper, he sighed, “She is beautiful.&nbsp; You didn’t do her justice in your description.&nbsp; She’s also dangerous.&nbsp; I can’t read a single sign in her. ” His next move did something which Medraut couldn’t stop pondering on for a long time.&nbsp; He grabbed his arm.&nbsp; Nobody ever touched him without his invitation, and never without being a beautiful woman.<br><br>“Old man, I assure you”, grinning yet still in shock at this sudden move, “You’re definitely not my type. ” Yet before being able to continue, he saw fear in old Jacob’s eyes.&nbsp; “What? Please, are you feeling ok?” The idea of losing his oldest friend pulled at those ancient and very well buried emotions that sometimes reminded him of his human origins.<br><br>“Lord, I’m fine! It’s you I worry about. ” Clutching his arm with all his old might, Jacob leaned forward.&nbsp; “Lady Karina… I can’t decide if she will be your undoing, or you… hers.&nbsp; And what I can’t decide, after that, is which would be worse.&nbsp; Harm to my master…”, pausing, Jacob’s heart began to race, again giving Medraut another surprise.&nbsp; Three in one day, within moments of each other, all regarding this lovely, mysterious woman.&nbsp; “Or harm to that beautiful, radiant creature in my master’s care. ”<br><br>I should be angry, Medraut thought.&nbsp; I should throw this old man against the wall, shrieking to him how dare he side with another.&nbsp; But no, that would never happen.&nbsp; “Get some rest, Jacob.&nbsp; And thank you for the warning.&nbsp; I admit, you have further excited me, in your first impression of this mysterious creature. ” Smiling, he patted the old man’s shoulder.&nbsp; What he honored in his old friend was his honesty.&nbsp; Honesty before fear.&nbsp; He could always rely on the truth, which had spared him from grief more than a few times in the many years in his employ.<br><br>As a shaken Jacob made his way down the hallway, Medraut composed his thoughts which were racing and in catlike moves and silence, approached the bedroom Karina was staying in.&nbsp; Slightly ajar, he nudged it open.&nbsp; At the far end of the room, she stood, looking out the window.&nbsp; In a quick move, he was standing right behind her.&nbsp; Can she hear me, he wondered? She gave no sign.&nbsp; It was difficult to sense the flow inside her, yet at the same time he could ‘feel’ it was powerful and non-human.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, no longer concerned with silence, “Lady, I do believe you must have been sculpted from a part of that moon so high above, for you match it in your perfect color. ” Bending slightly, his lips hovered near her ear, “but in beauty, you far surpass this very moon and every… living… creature under her. ” It was true.&nbsp; Days before, he was taken aback a few times by her radiance.&nbsp; Now, seeing her porcelain, flawless skin in this moon’s light, Medraut knew one thing.&nbsp; There was not a more beautiful being on the earth.&nbsp; Before he could keep the thoughts down, images flashed through his mind.&nbsp; Ripping open her gown, feeling her sweet inside beat against his lips as he kissed her flawless breast.&nbsp; Holding back, not wanting to puncture yet needing more than anything else to taste her sweet red wine.&nbsp; Yes, he thought, for you I could fast for weeks.<br><br>Moving back, he sat on the bed, watching her.&nbsp; As he inhaled their shared air, her scent drove him crazy.&nbsp; Not only the unrecognizable fragrance of her skin, her perfectly cared for body.&nbsp; No, infused in that, twined like a fine dessert through it’s every fiber, there was the essence inside her.&nbsp; The scent of blood always told Medraut exactly what his lips would taste.&nbsp; Not here.&nbsp; Not in this gorgeous, radiant being.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; She was a mystery.&nbsp; He knew she’d be exquisite to taste, as he imagined his hands moving through her midnight black hair.&nbsp; Sighing, he smiled, “I hope you like your room.&nbsp; It used to be mine. ” He truly wanted to ask her what she was.&nbsp; Yes, there was a slight danger in her, he sensed.&nbsp; Yet that was heavily overpowered by her magical beauty.&nbsp; Yes, he thought, I need to be on my guard with you.&nbsp; What amazed him most was that he hadn’t even attempted to enter her mind.&nbsp; Somehow, the moon seems her ally, he realized.&nbsp; Traitorous moon, I will regain your favor.&nbsp; This thought made him grin.&nbsp; And you, lovely lady, I shall simply gain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream &amp; Cynical]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 21:10:51</strong>
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				He was watching her. She could sense him there and it bothered her, yet she kept looking out the window, surprised that it was already so late, perhaps she could get one of the servants to bring her a light dinner on a tray. She did not feel up to dealing with the lord of this old castle and her aunt and uncle. Karina really had no use for such silly dances of manners that seemed to take up these mortals lives.<br><br>The black haired young woman sighed as she took a step closer to the window, enjoying the soft bathing of the moon over her, letting her mind relax a touch to think of home, to long for her own chambers in the palace of Ireali, to be with her sisters once again. She would give almost anything to be able to return home, but the Light lived within her and she could not risk its death because of the Darkness that her Uncle held in his power. Suddenly someone was beside her, speaking to her softly. Kari had to fight down the urge to lash out with her powers and teach the impudent lord to not come upon her in secret as he liked as he murmured flattery into her ears.<br><br>Her silvery eyes opened, dark lashes startling against the paleness of her skin, her skin was the moonlight poured into human form, she seemed to glow faintly and her eyes shone like stars as she glanced up at him. "You speak flattery all too easily my lord." she murmured in reply before her eyes widened, darkened as her senses picked up the images that flashed through his mind. She was born of fertility blood lines, and lust thoughts and desires were never able to really hide from her. Yet what she did not expect was for her own body the flush with heat at his thoughts, for her skin to glow with more then the moonlight, for like all of her kind her skin would glow when aroused. What in the heavens was happening here? The Princess shook her head and was grateful when he moved back and away, she needed her space where he was concerned, he had power and unlike her apparently he was unafraid to wield and use it on this plane.<br><br>"Use to be yours? You did not need to abandon it for my sake, though it seems rather too feminine now to be to your tastes my lord."<br><br>Her voice was sweet, a husky melody to enchant the hearer and she tried to up the sweetness, make herself seem too young and innocent for his tastes. However that was rather silly she supposed, she was likely centuries older then him. If this had truly been his room then it had been changed and completely, it spoke of feminine power, all soft shades that complimented her coloring. There was no way he could have changed it all just for her was there? Who knew, but she glanced at the bed where he sat a touch uneasy, she was none too thrilled to think that she would be sleeping in his bed. With his amorous behavior she would likely find herself sleeping in a bed that held the remnants of many sexual encounters.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I have no wish to sleep in your bed." She finally said, meaning it in more ways then one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Pleasure's of the Light and Dark [Wistful Dream &amp; Cynical]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 01:24:52</strong>
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				In a blurring flash of movement, he was there, right in front of her. So close, so intoxicatingly near, he could feel the slight quickening of the sweet pulse inside. Oh sweet creature, he thought, I do so badly want to taste you. Somehow, he knew the sweet nectar inside within precious beauty’s&nbsp; skin would be the sweetest honey. Not to be gulped, no, to be taken in the most savoring sips. Every single taste, slightly different depending on her thoughts and mood.<br><br>Bending his head forward, lips hovering near one of Karina’s juicy earlobe, Medraut whispered, “Just hearing you say ‘bed’ makes every single pore inside me sigh with pleasure.” Pulling back as he sensed a powerful shift inside, again unable to fully read what she was feeling, he added, “But no, this bed was never mine. I had it imported especially for a special occasion. Once you have slept in it, I shall have these satin sheets moved to my own bed, knowing they caressed over your own lovely skin.” As these words escaped, his fingertips brushed down her arms, slowly, countless impulses flowing from her skin absorbed into his own. “Something. Something about you, Lady Karina”, his fingers twined through hers for a quick moment before pulling them back. “Yes, something.” Smiling, genuinely as it spread fully from ear to ear, “You are a tasty morsel, wrapped up inside the most adorable puzzle.” And I will figure you out, he thought, trying to convince himself. Resisting the urge of letting his brow furrow, Medraut&nbsp; backed slowly.<br><br>“Lady, I do flatter, yes. At times it’s a wonderful aid in getting what I want.” Head shaking, “But surely you must know beyond any possible doubt that you are beautiful in such a way one such as I, a mere mortal, must believe that you are more than simply human.” He lied, of course. Knowing she was something more, testing if she responded in the same way. Yes, lovely one, let’s see how you will play this game. Or if you will at all.<br><br>Near the door, he grinned as a thought struck, “Maybe in this visit, you’ll allow me to show you my bedroom.&nbsp; I have to warn you, however. You might not ever want to leave.” Sighing, he watched Karina’s face, trying to detect what was going on inside that mind. I’d certainly do my best to keep you there, he thought. Oh I would show you such pleasure you would cling, hoping to never leave. Suddenly he knew he had to keep his thought guarded. I have no idea what this radiant creature is. Care and caution are in order, Medraut chanted in thought.<br><br>“Dinner will be soon. I have commissioned a group of entertainers… old friends from a different time of my life. Their music is rather enchanting and sensual.” Bowing, “All other thoughts put aside, I do want you to enjoy your time here, Lady Karina. If there is anything I can do to make your time more pleasant”, with a strong thought he pushed towards her three words, ‘call my name’. Watching her, he stood straight.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 02:00:19</strong>
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				How could he move like that? He was not of her kin but he was just a powerful, as magical and swift and it made her uneasy. Her pale eyes lifted and fixed on him, piercing, hostile. Karina did not want him to be this close to her, he was rather too disturbing to her senses for her liking. When Medraut leaned forward and whispered into her ear she had to fight the urge to shiver, had to resist the way his voice and the murmured words made a shiver want to race up her spine. She was a sidhe and her body had never been this responsive to anyone; he was truly something else. <br><br>Kari realized she would have to guard her words, she had not thought that bed would rouse such interest but apparently this man was all but raring at the gates of propriety to get her into his control. Lust, such a heady, dangerous thing. His words were dancing far behind the line of what was right and proper, his touch on her arm was doing the same and she had to fight down the glow that wanted to come into her skin, the heat that flushed through her body as it swirled like a molten tempest in her eyes. This man was dangerous to her in many ways. The Princess refused to let her thoughts trail down the path he spoke of, she could not tarry so. <br><br>She did not know what to say so she simply stayed silent, not dignifying his words with any sort of response as he moved away from her.&nbsp; <br><br>"You will get nothing from me, whether or not either of us is as we seem." her words were spoken in a voice that edged with ice, so cold and icy. There was anger in her now, defensiveness and...a touch of fear. If he found out what she was, which she knew he was hoping to do, Medraut could be the beginning of her downfall, of her death. He did not know what he was toying with, or who. She would not go to his bedroom, she would never dare let him get her so deeply under his control, physically or otherwise. Karina was not dumb.<br><br>The further he went and better she felt, but he wouldn't leave. She didn't want to see entertainers, she didn't want to be close to him. And enjoying her time was not on her priorities, living was. When he pushed words into her mind her eyes snapped to his and she shoved back at him, a forceful, graceful swirl of power encasing her body for a moment and settling as a shield that one who wielded magic could view. It was clear the lady wanted nothing to do with him. "I'll take a tray in my room" she muttered to herself, turning her body away from him and sweeping toward the window to get further from him.
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