Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla & Davion]
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				Title: <strong>Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 19:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi37.tinypic.com/2gvkew4.jpg)</div>The humans and elves have never gotten along. The humans’ hatred toward the elves’ ability to use magic had, in part, stemmed the entire war between the races. The elves were peaceful people, though disliked prejudice. Aside from the elves and humans, there were two other races in the lands as well. The dwarves and the demons. The dwarves were an earthly bunch, while the demons dealt with blight and curses. Corruption was something they thrived on and was something the dwarves despised.<br><br>One day, the humans decided that they had had enough. They teamed up with the dwarves in attempts to take out the elven race. With their use of magic, they didn’t foresee a loss in the war. However, concerns grew as ingenuity came about causing the attacks to become bolder and closer to success. So, the elves struck a deal, a peace treaty, with the demons. Many details were discussed between the two races and finally the agreement had been made. However, the small portion of the treaty, the part about how the eldest Elven daughter would marry the demon king, that was what had Ilsia feeling sick to her stomach.<br><br>It wasn’t that the thought of marrying a man she knew nothing about, repulsed her. It was the fact that there were so many things she knew nothing about. What was the demon kingdom like? Would this be a peaceful marriage? Would she make a good bride? Would the demons accept an elf as their queen? There were many more questions that had run through her mind since the end of the war, but these were what stressed her the most.<br><br>She knew nothing of the demon king other than his name, Ro’chter. He was to be her husband and yet she knew nothing else of him, and hardly remembered what he even looked like. She hadn’t been welcomed into the treaty meetings and had only seen the demon king once in passing. She didn’t want to think about what lay ahead for her in the neighbouring country. She felt at ease only the slightest bit at knowing her maidservant would be with her. But even then, she wouldn’t know what to do. Surely, she should be able to go to her future husband about her problems, but she had no idea what to expect. Was he kind and gentle? Or was he brutish? She couldn’t stand to think that he would be cruel toward her.<br><br><strong>“Milady, we are approaching the gates,”</strong> she slid the curtain of her carriage aside to look out at the city the demons lived in. It was vastly different from her homeland and already she felt homesick. Her hands fidgeted in her lap. Her maidservant knew how hard this would be for both of them, especially for her mistress and had suggested that she wear her favourite gown (http://oi33.tinypic.com/1hp341.jpg) on the day of travel. It was a red dress with long beige sleeves. The bottom of the dress was cut down the middle to show the beige underskirt with trimming down either side of the red fabric. There was also a belt around her waist with a buckle her mother had given her when she was younger. Although it had been a good suggestion, it didn’t kill the unease in her stomach.<br><br>The carriage passed through the gates into the city and she carefully peeked out from behind the window’s curtains, making sure not to be seen, but able to see the people in the streets. There were many people lined down either side of the street, stopping to stare at the royal carriage. She had to wonder how the people would feel about an elven woman taking the throne instead of one of their own.<br><br>After a while, the carriage came to a halt and Ilsia started to feel sick again. She was about to exit the carriage, the last thing she had of home, her only escape from this. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed down her nausea and watched the door to the carriage open and a hand was held out to her. Taking the hand, she stepped out of the carriage, a slight nervous smile on her lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davion</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 22:39:13</strong>
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				The city itself was largely human by design, as it had been one of theirs long ago. The largest difference was the lack of color variety; one would notice that green and blue were often forgotten to the hues of red, orange, and yellow. People themselves, being part demon, hard complexions that varied but always on a scale that ranged from pale white to night black.&nbsp; The people in the street had luminous eyes, some with bright boring red pupils, and all with small aberrations to their form. Horns on the head or shoulders were common, next so came fangs. In truth, demons were in a way the most mixed and yet most singular of all the races. The "second life" that began when a new demon was born was much like the first, only that their physical manifestations may have altered and their temperaments more focused to the same end. In a way, it was a philosophy and way of life; somewhat the dark reflection of an Elven society. <br><br>The hand that awaited her was covered in a thick gauntlet, black like charcoal, with leather fingers that tightly took her own when she grasped it. Attached to it was a frighteningly tall man that would-be human. His height was tall, as was his overall stature between thick wide shoulders and sturdy legs. Plate accessories cover his arms and legs, over a dark hard leather gambeson, all under a long white tunic of thick woven cotton. His face was broad and suited his strong jaw line well. Shoulder length white hair came from his head, contrasting his ashen skin. His eyes were like dark orbs, the slightest orange flare to his pupils that await her gaze; ready to drink in her vision. <br><br>It was then that the guards behind him, large figures all covered beneath their heavy platemail, formed a line on either side towards the door of the large castle to which they enter. The closest of which held up a hand in salute, to which the others all followed. "King Ro'chter Delrangt, first of his name and Dreadlord of the Blightlands!" A cheer went up from the near-by streets, some villagers could view onto the spectacle from aside the gates. The voices of the demons were almost reverberating, another change of the blight, each sounding as if the wind was mimicking it softly. Ro'chter's own voice was no different when he finally spoke, luminescent orange unwavering from Ilsia's blue. "Welcome to the blightlands, Lady Ilsia. I thought it discourteous to not come greet you myself." His smile was deep and almost vicious by nature, he looked almost hungry for something. His body language gave no sign of it however, he remain as calm and relaxed as he had been all day beforehand. "I hope we come to know each other very quickly." his voice was almost incorporeal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 23:41:03</strong>
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				The gauntlet covering the hand did nothing to hide the strength of her greeter’s grasp. As she placed one foot outside of the carriage, stepping out and meeting her greeter face to face, Ilsia was a little surprised. It was him! Her future husband to be had decided to greet her as soon as she arrived. She didn’t know why she was so surprised, it showed some form of kindness that he felt it right to greet her. But at the same time, she had imagined so much more of him. She had imagined that he would be cruel and impolite. Was she ever wrong.<br><br>Ro’chter wasn’t too much taller than she was. She stood at an average height of 5’-8” for an elven woman. However, from her position, it looked as if Ro’chter were three times taller than she was. Maybe it was just the intimidating aura that seemed to surround him. Or maybe it was all in her head. He seemed polite and courteous, traits that she so far liked about him.<br><br>Finally out of the carriage, the guards formed lines on either side of the entrance to the castle, and Ilsia gave her surroundings a quick and careful glance before her eyes landed on Ro’chter. His eyes were mesmerising almost. She had met demons before, but she had never really spoken to them other than a polite exchange of greetings.<br><br>When the cheering of the people seemed to die down, she could feel herself hanging off his words, waiting with baited breath for him to speak. And when he did, she was surprised to hear what he had to say. He sounded polite and well brought up, something she hadn’t expected. His smile held something she had never seen before. It was deep and almost looked like it was engraved into his ashen skin. Was that normal?<br><br>“Thank you, your highness.” Ilsia didn’t know whether she was supposed to call him by name or by his title. She wasn’t married to him yet, the ceremony was tomorrow, so it would be rude to address him so informally, right?<br><br>The way that his voice mimicked the wind, it sounded ethereal and distant. Ilsia could easily see herself swaying to whatever he would suggest. She felt that the tone to his voice, should he try to persuade her, would definitely work on her. Shivering once, she tried to remain calm and composed.<br><br>“I hope so as well. May we go inside?” she asked before tearing her eyes away from Ro’chter and looking over to her maidservant, Masy. She would take care of their belongings and make sure that they arrived to their temporary rooms for tonight and tomorrow, but she felt herself becoming a little overwhelmed. This was a lot to take in and Ro’chter had such a strong aura and personality—from what she had gathered so far.<br><br>Walking inside, she could feel her legs stiffening and locking as she tried to walk. <em>Just keep going, you can do this,</em> she told herself. This wasn’t so hard, she was only walking into the dreary castle which would be her home for the rest of her long life. And her life would be long. She was only 18, 45 in human years. While Ro’chter was 30, or 75 in human years, she doubted that it would make too much difference. As soon as he should pass, their children would take the throne. And she would still be stuck in this dreary castle... Oh why couldn’t she just run away?<br><br>“Might I ask as to what is planned for the rest of the day? I assume tomorrow we shall be preparing for the ceremony?” Ilsia was trying to distract herself with what they had planned for the rest of the day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davion</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 04:18:52</strong>
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				Ro'chter held her hand gently, but his other fist made a strong fist; the soldiers in their column formed and made the passage for their king and future queen into the castle. At the far end, the large metal gates swung open by the effort of four large demons, all with cutting red iris that nearly flamed in their sockets. A very muddled sense of taste in his life after life, Ro'chter still found Ilsia charming, her noticeably timid actions gave aware her nerves; but she was speaking and not overcome. To him that spoke volumes.<br><br>With Ilsia in arm, he took note of Masy long enough for one of his own stewards to reach her and begin the preparations between them with regard to the nights accommodations. <em>My bride to be. My Queen. Our Queen.</em> Ro'chter thought as they move down the long path and inside the large gateway to the courtyard. The face of the castle was covered in vine that grew strong with unholy blight, tinged in leaves of yellow that hid the thorns underneath. The road was dark cobblestone that led underneath a large gate arch with bastille on either side. Once through the large granite keep came into view, surrounding it and the land within the grounds tall poplar trees that held the same sway as the vines.<br><br>While walking along the path, Ro'chter did his best to answer her questions. "The stewards and maids will attend to our rooms and prepare what we need. Meanwhile after seeing the rest of the landscape you should take a moment to rest, take in the differences of the blight." his voice was far off, nearly reverent when he spoke of the corruption. "The councilors and advisors will look over the treaty agreement, argue for last minute concessions and inevitably end up with the same agreement that was put forth with your hand." the end of the statement was a bit blunt, but the truth was bold and not unkind. "In the early evening I suspect we will dine, the layout for the ceremony prepared, and us given a small bit of time before being separated prior to a long nights rest. There would be turmoil if we were to be left alone together too long." A small grin creased his lips, almost as if he was amused by the thought of that commotion. <br><br>Ro'chter locked his eyes with hers while they walked, peering seemingly into her as he drew in what small details he could. The shape of Ilsia's irises, the amount of curl in her hair, posture, and he admitted to some small extent he was curious about her form underneath the humbling clothes nobility wore pre-marriage. "What would you have of me, dear Ilsia?" he spoke softly, though her name still rung out with an echo on the wind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 03:31:59</strong>
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				The sight of blight everywhere made Ilsia feel uncomfortable. She knew it was something that they were particularly good at, but she missed the vibrancy of colour and the beautiful shades of green that plants provided. If she asked nicely, would Ro’chter allow her to keep a small garden which would remain blight free? She wondered how hard it would be for him. Would he be able to resist the urge to cause blight to everything around him? Would he be able to stand having one small area that belonged to her, remain beautiful. There was only one way to find out, but she was scared to ask him. Would it be selfish? Probably.<br><br>When Ro’chter told her that it would be best for her to rest for a while, to better get used to the blight, she didn’t think she could. She would never get used to the blight. And for some reason, she was allowing that thought to take over and consume her. Chewing on her bottom lip, Ilsia nodded her head. She was staring straight ahead when he mentioned the treaty, her head picking up and she turned to face him. They were still discussing the treaty? Did that mean that they didn’t want her after all? “But,” she was about to ask him what that meant when he continued to tell her about their plans. Would life be like this? He spoke and she listened?<br><br>His eyes locked with hers and she shivered. He was staring straight through her and it felt bone-chilling. He asked her if there was anything she’d want, anything he could do for her, she couldn’t help but avert her eyes. It would be selfish, but now was her time. <br><br>Taking in a deep breath, she was staring down at the floor when she started to speak. “Ro’chter, would it be too much to ask for a special area to myself? After the ceremony, it doesn’t have to be any time soon, but would I be able to garden? An area that would be without blight? I...” she paused. “I’m not sure I could handle the loss of everything I’m used to.” She was being so selfish that she felt the need to apologise. Looking up and into his eyes with a worried expression, she took both of his hands in hers as she spoke with an urgent tone.<br><br>“I’m sorry if this is too much. It doesn’t have to be anything large, even a flower pot that could be without blight, I wouldn’t mind. That’s something I would very much appreciate,” she started to chew on her bottom again and wondered. Her thoughts came back to her earlier inquisitions. At least now he would be able to answer her.<br><br>“Ro’chter, I know we are to be wed tomorrow, and there is nothing I could do to change this, not that I would want to. But I’m scared...” her eyes fell from his locking gaze as she felt herself freeze up. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him. Hopefully he would know what to do. Maybe he would be able to comfort her, although she was unsure, he was a demon after all. She wasn’t sure as to what their character was like. Could they even do that? She would soon find out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davion</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 14:40:27</strong>
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				Listening silently as she spoke, his eyes remain fixated on her own. Luminous fiery orbs that gave her every second that she required, without wavering.&nbsp; As she spoke of gardens, timidly at first but then with more resolve, Ro'chter knew where it was heading. It was connected to the fundamental disparity between their races, down at the most basic level. The flow of magic, whatever intangible powers at work that gave them sway to life in the demon state, it also brought the blight.<br><br>They were outside still; many servants, soldiers, and most dangerous of all, politicians remain close and within earshot. Blessedly, her quieted tone had likely protected her request from their ears. Silently, he took her hand more aggressively and led her straight to the building nearest them, stopping at the archway to signal to the rest to leave them be. Upon entering the grand arches, inside was revealed to be a vacant chamber. Mystic script adorned the wall, many totems placed on the far wall with blackened pews before them. It was a church, one of their own. <br><br>Once the door was closed, he loosened his grip and moved his hand over her own to gently rub her fingers, lest he had been too rough in his anxiety. "My dear Ilsia, or soon I hope you shall be; I do not mind your desire to have a garden. It is a strong symbol and connection to your own world. But I feel I must make sure you understand all that you ask of me. The blight is the very fabric of what binds demonkind together. It is the physical mark of the magical power that holds us here. Some may call it corruption, and perhaps it is, but it is proof of life for all of my kind." his voice was very hollow as he spoke, half in reverence and half in precaution. <br><br>"You may have your plants, but as you say; they will need to be kept very secret from the general populace to avoid concern. The soil itself will reject or take over your plants, isolation will be key. Plants kept in hangers, somewhere in the middle of an open but secured building would do best." he spoke, such a requirement for her joy would be necessary.<br><br>"If this fails to be kept secret, many may view this as your influence on my well being. Alliance strained as it is, many might even think it was an elven reason for the marriage." he let those words sink in, echoing into the quiet chapel. Though the world was technically at rest, the tides that would bring war always crashed upon peace's shores. <br><br>Finally, after stroking the hair from her face and trailing a finger down her cheek appreciatively, he answered her most dire concern. "Your concern is... natural. Still young and naive." he spoke truthfully, neither characteristic was to be undervalued. "Not many would go willingly into the lifelong embrace of someone they had not met. If done so forcefully, we call it slavery as one buys anothers life. But if you wear a crown on your head and have enough soldiers at your command, we call it a royal treatise." <br><br>Ro'chter took several steps into the chapel, letting go of Ilsia's hands to do so. Though he wouldn't say so, he was feeling desolate at the moment and took the steps to reflect that, gazing reflectively at the rest of the chapel. Without looking back he spoke again. "Though I would, and will, get married just for the cause of an empire, does not mean that I bend you to my will. You may see many things, myself included, that you deem with reproach. If that is to be the way of time, then it will be. But should we enjoy each other, it would be welcomed with open arms."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 02:04:00</strong>
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				She waited for his answer to her questions, to her fears, and when she saw his gaze harden, his hand reaching out to grasp hers roughly, she felt her heart sink as he started to lead her away from their general area. Was something wrong? Was it horrible for her to feel this way? She started to panic. What if he was angry with her? Would he show his anger to her?<br><br>Once inside the building, Ilsia lowered her gaze, worried that he would yell at her. However, her gaze lifted quickly, a shocked expression on her face as he gently began to rub her hand, the same hand he had aggressively grabbed.&nbsp; He was being so gentle with her, she hadn’t expected that from the demon king. He even addressed her as his dear Ilsia. She shivered once, for reasons she didn’t understand. When he told her that she could have her garden, her face lit up. Ilsia was so happy to hear that. However, as he continued to inform her of the troubles and precautions she would have to take to hide her garden, she looked down to their joined hands. Oh...<br><br>Gasping, Ilsia should have realised that would be suspected. What if the demons had an uprising at finding her garden? It would be hard to keep secret, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to sneak off every day to make sure they were alright and blight-free. People would become suspicious quickly if she disappeared at least once every day.<br><br>“I don’t need a garden,” she spoke quietly. “If it would put our treaty in jeopardy, then I do not need it.” She was sad that she would have to live with the blight for the rest of her life. Would she ever see the beauties of nature again after she was married? And even though she didn’t think that she would be able to survive with blight forever, she knew she would have to get used to it. The treaty was important to her father and brother.<br><br>When Ro’chter said that her concern was young and naive, she was about to rebuttal his comment when he continued speaking. He may be a king, but that gave him no right to call her concerns and fears naive. Anyone would be scared being placed in her position! When he let go of her hands, she put them back at her sides.<br><br>Her irritation seemed to dissolve though when he continued on about not bending her to his will. Enjoy each other...? Was he referring to intercourse? Deciding not to ask her question, Ilsia held her head up high. She should tell him how she felt, it was only right since he had been so honest with her.<br><br>“Although I thank you for taking my joy into consideration, I think it was rude to belittle my fears. It is not naive, it is expected.” She hesitated toward the end. <br><br>“I’m giving up my life for a treaty. I think anyone would be scared if put in my position. It’s not as if I can undo what we’re going to do. Once we say ‘I do’ that will be it. We will be bound to each other for the rest of our long lives. There are so many responsibilities being placed on my shoulders. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to handle it.<br><br>“I mean, I’ve never ruled before, I don’t know what I’m doing, and then there are the duties as a wife I will be held to. I don’t even know if I can produce a male heir the first time.” She paused, feeling herself getting emotional. “Is that even what is expected of me?” Now she was tearing up, feeling so overwhelmed. Reaching up to wipe at her eyes, Ilsia let out a nervous laugh. “I’m scared Ro’chter, and I think it is expected of me.” She slowed down toward the end, her eyes lowering, not feeling as confident as she had moments ago. Her arms came up and wrapped around her shoulders, holding herself.<br><br>“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.” She turned away to face the door to the church, too embarrassed to have him look at her face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davion</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 05:46:32</strong>
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				With silent patience, Ro'chter waited for her explanation and he listened carefully. Things were coming to a head one way or another, this might very well foreshadow how their entire relationship might go. When she began to relent, he was simultaneously pleased and disappointed. She appeared to understand the gravity of his words, but her spirit might flicker so? Time would tell. <br><br>"The garden can exist." he felt the need to reassure her. "And don't apologize. These are serious matters; I revel in emotion, which you will learn in time." something of a grin came to his cheeks, a fiery dance in his luminous eyes. "We will get you a garden, we only need a bit of preparation." he came up behind her and laid on hand on his shoulder, the other began to stroke her hair. He continued on, voice echoing softly like the wind. "Forgive my use of naive, I still do not consider it a bad trait. It means pure." it was a vague explanation, but he left it as such. <br><br>Finally, he talked bluntly about the head of the matter. <br>"Many would be scared, many less would be willing. Perhaps it is just an ideal for me, but I'd like to say I see a trait worth admiring in that. Responsibilities will come and go, your life is what will bind the deal together. And some day, as you mention, it will be an heir who determines the flow of power. For that..." his hands both circled her shoulders, massaging slightly as they draped away to her arms. <br>"It is an unreasonable expectation. We will lay as royalty, we will consummate our marriage and plant the seed for an heir. Nothing more than that is expected of us, nor will any other trouble come of it."<br><br>He held her briefly to his chest, though she was facing away from him, until the mood had passed and a long silence descended between them. "I think we should continue our walk, lest anyone thinks we have done something before our vows. That would be one certain way to cause them grief." He laughed aloud, filling the empty church with his ghostly laugh. Then he eyed her quickly as he turned for the door, a smile cracked his face before looking away. Grabbing the door handle, he pried it open and held it for her. The expression had already been contained, back into his form of reserved and regal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elven Bride and the Demon King [Rahzilla &amp; Davion]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 01:49:02</strong>
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				When Ro’chter said that the garden could exist, Ilsia became confused. Didn’t he just say that if anyone ever found out about it, that things would be in jeopardy? That wasn’t something to take lightly. “What if someone finds out about the garden? If someone found out about a secret garden, then war might break out between our people. That would be bad. I wouldn’t want to put my people in harm’s way with one selfish request. I only want a garden as long as it is acceptable.” She knew that it was the right thing to do. Even if he told her she could, it wouldn’t be right if she could, but only in secret. His words had hit a chord with her and there was no way she would put her people in war’s path just because of a garden.<br><br>Closing her eyes as his hands circled and massaged her shoulders, Ilsia listened to Ro’chter’s words. He was trying hard to comfort her and she admired that in him. She had been worried that since he was a demon, let alone their king, he would be a completely different person. She had pictured something more stereotypical to demon appearance and personality. Although, she would feel foolish to tell him that his comforting her shocked her. It would be rude to tell him what she had assumed he would be like.<br><br>Swallowing the lump that was slowly forming at the back of her throat, Ilsia nodded her head as he spoke of laying together as royalty. It couldn’t be that bad, right? She was still a virgin and the thought of laying with anyone intimidated her, but the fact that she would be laying with a king, hopefully he wouldn’t have many expectations of her in bed. She knew that he wouldn’t be a virgin like herself, but she hoped that her lacking knowledge wouldn’t deter him.<br><br>“Because you are king, right?” She asked him as he held her to his chest, having just finished telling her that nothing else would be expected of them. Her hands came up and held his arms that surrounded her body. This was very comforting. It made all her concerns melt away and she felt at ease for the first time since learning she would marry him. The moment was too short for her liking, but Ro’chter was right, they should continue their walk before anyone thought they were doing other things.<br><br>When he laughed, she was a little surprised. Even though he had shown her kindness and comforted her, she was still expecting him to be a cold man. Smiling back to him, she tried to remember the look on his face, the smile that cracked its way across his features before he contained it. She didn’t know when she would see that smile again, so she would have to remember it.<br><br>Walking ahead of him, out of the church, Ilsia then caught up with the politicians and others that had served as part of her greeting party. Looking over at Ro’chter, she felt something tug at her. She wanted his contact again, but couldn’t figure out a viable reason to reach for his hand. He was a king and contained even a smile in front of his people. Would he enjoy that she would grab his hand in public? Probably not, but she wanted some contact. She had felt the warmth of his dark skin, and it felt nice.<br><br>“Where to next? Or are our rooms prepared now?” Ro’chter had told her that they would survey the landscape, they would rest, they would dine in the evening and then told the plans for tomorrow’s ceremony; their wedding. Some might see her question as a way to get away from people, an excuse to be away from their king, but that wasn’t the case at all. She wanted to find out why his touch had comforted her so. She wanted to know if that warmth could ease every concern she had. But for now, they couldn’t be left alone for too long. So, Ilsia would have to be content with being apart from him. It would be easier not to reach out for him if he weren’t so close by.<br>
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