The Rising Empire (LustfulBride and LordLuck)
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				Title: <strong>The Rising Empire (LustfulBride and LordLuck)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>20-01-2017, 20:38:08</strong>
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				[This tale is a rescue of the original The Rising Empire story. It's proposal is to continue the development of the tale at the point where it had been halted by it's players before.] <br><br>His throat was parched.<br><br>Dry and unconfortable, that brought him up from his restless sleep. He blinked his amber, feline eyes for a moment as his breathing steadied and he found himself staring upon the canopy dossel of the ample bed offered him with the highest of dignities that this kingdom could offer such a high-ranking visitor. Guest. And, why not, soon-to-be Ruler. He smiled to himself ruefully for that image. Ruler of Equestria. Ah, no, he would never trully be a ruler to this people who had been commanded for aeons and ages by the same divine queens, ageless individuals whose true nature neither him nor any of the wise folk of this land could ever trully understand.<br><br>And yet, by what he had gathered when meeting both of the demigoddess-queens, they were all too mortal in their troubles and preoccupations. Their smiles. Their round and curvaceous bodies. Throughout the nightmare-ridden night there had always been pleasant dreams where he touched his bride, where he had tasted her lips and the full flesh of her every curve. At once he shamed himself for those teenage dreams, and lifted the silken sheets to make sure he had not spilled shamefully over himself and between his legs - but so wasn't the case. Ancestors, his uncle would kill him if that was the case! And his father, the Imperial Majesty himself, would disown him. Despite it all, and he sister constantly reminded him of that, the young Halcyon had never gotten on himself to approach a servant maid and touch her - nor to woo and court ladies of the Court.<br><br>How had Deleria told him once? That her friends would tear him apart and wear his entrails as a necklace?<br><br>What a bothersome image.<br><br>Halcyon slowly shifted, kicking some of the covers away as he rose in the darkness of the room. The thick, dark red curtains that hid the large windows and the door that lead towards the balcony - and he could see the sunrays that cast light into the gloom of the room. Taking his time to stretch himself, the Imperial Prince ruffled his long feathers, and then looked upon the large mirror that rested against the wall just by the bed. Damn, he was a mess. His eye were full of sand and he was thirsty like a wanderer of the Southern Wastes. He reached for the sidetable, standing up as he set water from the pitcher on the basin where he could wash himself. Was the sleep off his eyes and the dreams from his mind. <br><br>But the anxiousness remained.<br><br>Today was the day, and what a grand day that would be.
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