Kushiel's Temptations (Blackstone and Lyrial)
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				Title: <strong>Kushiel's Temptations (Blackstone and Lyrial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-12-2016, 04:38:07</strong>
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				It was the height of Autumn and the tail end of the harvest, a time of celebration throughout Terre d'Ange as farmers, craftsmen, tradesmen, and nobility alike honor yet the end of another season, and this season's harvest has been by all accounts been among the most bountiful in living memory.&nbsp; Fetes a plenty mark the coming weeks, and among the nobility it was a time to renew acquaintances, renew old friendships and alliances, or forge new ones.&nbsp; Where the layman's work was done, the nobility's work was just beginning, and the coming fetes and celebrations each important in their own way for the future of the Houses of Terre d'Ange.<br><br>This was also the height of Courtship among the nobility as unwed daughters and sons were encouraged to gather and mingle at court, and alliances between Houses forged with the announcement of betrothals and pending marriages in the coming Spring.&nbsp; While the game of courtship was normally for those ladies and men that had reached their age of majority of that year, there were a few exceptions that Matriarchs of royal Houses kept a hawkish eye upon, ever on the lookout to improve their House with an advantageous marriage, and a marriage into the House Royale would be exactly such.&nbsp; That was why Alexander Edmound de la Courcel, First Sword of the Crown, Comte de Chalais and Prince of the Blood, felt like a stuffed boar about to be devoured by a ravenous horde.<br><br>The brother of the Queen and as of this moment fifth in line for the crown was considered a prize stag that any house with an unwed daughter wanted to take down for the "kill" and have him stuffed and mounted for the wedding alter.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such, the Autumn and Spring celebrations always put Alexander on edge and temperamental.&nbsp; After his experience with Desiree Shahrizai, Alex wanted nothing to do with nobility, matches, or to be frank women in general, and of that that sentiment was extending towards his royal elder sister, the Queen, her Majesty Vivian Seraphine de la Courcel.<br><br>For the last two years Alexander had escaped the Autumn celebrations in his estates in l'Agnace, only traveling to the City of Elua at the last possible moment to be there before the Longest Night, but he found no such reprieve this year.&nbsp; &nbsp;What was a polite request from sister to brother turned into a royal command this year, couriered to Chalais by royal messenger demanding the presence of her First Sword and Queen's Champion for the harvest celebrations and fete.&nbsp; It was a royal command that did not go over very well as Alex still refused to exchange a word with his sister in public, and barely civil words in private, which Alex tried to be sure was as little as possible.&nbsp; Even at an event such as a joust Alex could not escape the machinations of his sister and the Matriarchs that wanted him plucked like a fat autumn goose.<br><br>It was the daughters that Alex felt a pang of sympathy.&nbsp; He was certain some of them were nice women, but that was also the issue, they were nice women, ladies, and Alex did not want a nice lady.&nbsp; These young women, nothing more than girls in many cases, were only doing their best and honor their mother's commands.&nbsp; They did not deserve his scathing scorn, but at the same time, encouraging them would only be worse.&nbsp; He learned that lesson with Desire and it left a festering wound that had never healed, in fact perhaps had only gotten worse.&nbsp; It was as if Elua himself had turned his back on Alex, and what perhaps even more tragic was that Alex did not fault Him.<br><br>There was a dark pit inside Alex where mayhap his heart should be, and any mirror that he gazed into, all he could find in the reflection was the dark side of himself staring right back.&nbsp; If there had been an anguissette that was nice and not manipulative then perhaps there might be a chance, but none existed in this day and age with Phedre no Delaunay de Montreve dead and buried near a century gone now.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a combination of his violent lusts and desires with his now distrusting nature that made him the man he was, polite on the outside as any Prince of the Blood should be, but spiteful and resentful when pushed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Alex's sister more than once had to intercede on his behalf to prevent bad blood between families.&nbsp; As it was House Trevalion and House Paquet would have nothing to do with Alex.&nbsp; Of course nearly killing two of their sons might have had more than a little to do with it, but it was not Alex that called for the duels.&nbsp; The two stone blind idiots and fools were the ones that called Alex out.&nbsp; Alex was not about to be killed because two women that pressed him when he warned them more than once not to had their feelings crushed.&nbsp; One would think being the most accomplished and skilled blade in his generation would have dissuaded such foolishness, but in those two cases it did not.&nbsp; He at least did not kill the arses, and they both now have scars to impress the courtesans at the Night Court.<br><br>The last duel happened three years ago, which was perhaps why Alex had the two years of bliss away from the City as his sister did not wish to stir trouble, but such was not the case here, and he was under strict orders from his sister to be on his best behavior or else.&nbsp; So as Alex waited for his turn at the lists, and did his best not to snarl as a new young blood after young blood was paraded before him, smiling nice and inclining his head to their words.Never before had Alex been so nervous for a fete.&nbsp; He must have fretted over is attire a dozen times or more, surely driving his attendants insane or worse.&nbsp; It was going to be an important night tonight.&nbsp; Near all of the major houses would be attendance this night, and he still as if yet had no idea of which of daughters he was going to pick as the Madien Faire.&nbsp; He needed to pick someone lest his sister pick one for me, and while he did not think she would follow through and name Desiree Shahrizai.&nbsp; Still it was certain that his sister would pick a noblewoman that would suit her needs and political agenda, and not one that would be interested at all in Alex's true desires.<br><br>As Alex looked at himself in a mirror.&nbsp; He decided to go with black today, yet there was a subtle silver tread in the outline of leaves in the fabric.&nbsp; Over one shoulder was a long cloak of Courcel blue withe the broach of it in the form of the House sigil.&nbsp; He looked over himself one last time.&nbsp; It was a subtle attire, but at least it portrayed him as a supportive member of House Courcel.&nbsp; That had not always been true in the past when his sister had "suggested" his presence as some social function.&nbsp; He attended however when there was determined a threat to his sister.&nbsp; In other times Alex trusted her Cassielines to do their task.&nbsp; They were as good as he was with a blade, but in reality that was Alex being modest.&nbsp; Even his trainers at the monastery commented that he was a natural with a blade and even before he had left had out fought his trainers with dagger and practice swords.&nbsp; He had gotten only deadlier since then.<br><br>Alex gave himself one last look in the mirror before brushing his hands down the front of his attire.&nbsp; The blue silk vest contrasted nicely with the white linen shirt and the ruffles at the neck, and each silver button was of the Courcel swan.&nbsp; As he turned, the shoulder cloak and tails of his jacket swirled as well.&nbsp; At his sides were the twin short blades.&nbsp; Not as long as a functional or traditional curved blade he used, but with his attire this evening they suited far more that a single double grip blade.&nbsp; No vambraces as Alex never found a way to make them stylish, but with the twin blades he could be as deadly.&nbsp; He was the Queen's Champion after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kushiel's Temptations (Blackstone and Lyrial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrial</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 15:10:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; "And Naamah's perfection unveiled, left the Persian king blind for a fortnight." Lisette’s lips caressed each word of the well-worn litany like a prayer, her voice, little more than breath.&nbsp; She stood there carefully scrutinizing the girl before her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The girl wore a long elegant gown of royal purple. The fabric was just sheer enough that when she shifted in the light, shadows hinted at the body beneath. The neckline, a deep v that ended just below her breasts, left the lusciously curved underside just barely visible. Around her shoulders lay a delicate lace shawl of cream and gold.&nbsp; Her hair, black as midnight, was wound into a long intricate braid with pearls and small purple flowers intertwined throughout. The end of the braid lay across the front of one shoulder, trailing down almost to her waist. Her pale porcelain complexion was smooth and unblemished.&nbsp; Lush pink lips that begged to be kissed quirked into a mischievous little smile.&nbsp; Finally, a pair of large blue grey eyes framed with thick dark lashes sparkled excitedly back at her from the mirror. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Camellia house motto, her house motto, "without flaws", ran through her mind as she looked at the other adepts getting ready for the fete tonight and, not for the first time, wondered if there was such a thing as too much perfection. Lisette had always felt that it was a person's flaws that made them unique and memorable. She shoved that thought aside for tonight though, and let the excitement of the other adepts wash over her. Only a select few adepts from each of the twelve houses of the Night Court had been chosen to entertain tonight after all, she should at least try to enjoy herself. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Lisette and the other adepts of were escorted from the great hall and through the gardens to the awaiting coach.&nbsp; As she passed through the grounds which now wore the soft hues of twilight she couldn't help but think back to the night she first arrived at Camellia house.&nbsp; She had been but a girl of ten years then. It was hard to believe twelve years had passed so quickly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;It had come as a shock when her mother the Lady of Marsilikos, told her that she was to be trained in the ways of the Naamah at the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers.&nbsp; Lisette's older sister Solaine was to be Duchesse and Lisette's responsibility was to marry well and advance the family holdings. Katherine de Mereliot had sat on Lisette's bed and told her all about Blessed Elua and his companions, Naamah among them. Her mother had only mentioned Camellia house back then. She promised that there Lisette would learn beauty, grace, poise, and how to be the perfect wife to a highborn nobleman someday. She made it seem like a glamorous fairy tale of finery, parties, and handsome men constantly doating on her. Lisette couldn't wait to begin her own service to Naamah. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;It was in this mindset that Lisette found herself in the Fosterling's quarters with the other children, most of who had been born to the Night Court. At thirteen she had her Showing. In truth, it was beauty and perfection in motion, but while the other adepts seemed captivated, Lisette couldn't help but find herself yawning and nodding off before too long. She was a quick study however, and quickly worked her way through the various texts and had positioned herself as one of the top adepts.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Lisette had thoroughly enjoyed serving Naamah thus far, but there was always this feeling of something just beyond her reach. The other adepts described their assignations as deeply moving experiences that brought them closer to Blessed Elua. She couldn't honestly say she had experienced anything quite that stirring. She couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps she was doing something wrong, or maybe there was just something wrong with her. Either way, Lisette was ever vigilant to keep these thoughts and fears to herself lest she embarrass her mother or their family. Once again, she pushed these thoughts aside and consciously doubled her focus on tonight’s fete. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The coach slowed and then came to a stop. The doors were opened for them and the adepts of Camellia house poured from them excitedly. Lisette could see other coaches from other houses and she began to recapture some of her earlier excitement as they prepared to enter into the great hall.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kushiel's Temptations (Blackstone and Lyrial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-12-2016, 08:53:21</strong>
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				<strong>"Why my dear cousin, you are looking most grim and intimidating this evening for tournament champion.&nbsp; You could at least smile, a tiny uptick of your mouth.&nbsp; It won't be enough to inspire one to get on their knees and profess their undying love for you for all and the Companions to see, but it might be enough for them to believe you do not intend to gut them right here on the floor as you near did that poor Paquet lad you dueled two seasons ago.&nbsp; I mean I know you are rusty with court etiquette, but it is frowned upon, at the very least, to have you guests sweating and their knees knocking together in fear at a fete in one's honor.&nbsp; Of course if the plan is to have some daughter quivering in fear a little before you start your seduction, then perhaps I can see your morose and angry aura you have about you, but it will be a long line of women at you door if you stare at all of them like such..." </strong><br><br>The voice over his shoulder was pleasant, and had equal parts mirth and jest in his musical like tones.&nbsp; Alex never understood how his cousin Violette managed to inflect tones to inspire everything from conversation to lusty pleasure.&nbsp; The heir to House de Morhban appeared at his side, looking over the small mass of courtiers, the sheer number of noble houses out in force tonight.&nbsp; The Autumn fete was the fete where most marriage proposals were sealed.&nbsp; It was in part what made him wary, and as his cousin so bluntly, in her own polite way but bluntly none the less, on edge.&nbsp; While she had not done so to date, it was not above Alexander's sister to have arranged something.&nbsp; Not an outright marriage contract, not without consulting him, but he had hinted in her own way she wanted Alexander married. <br><br>Vivian de la Courcel had done history worthy task of uniting the nobility, but there were always fractions and another tie to a great house would help consolidate her rule.&nbsp; While Queens ruling Terre d'Ange had happened in the past, it had been three or so generations since it had happened, and such brought a measure of...caution mixed with uncertainty.&nbsp; Her first year of rule had been fraught with intrigue and conflict.&nbsp; Most situations had been resolved diplomatically.&nbsp; Uncertain many noble houses may have been, but few could deny Blessed Elua's touch and presence about Vivian after being in the room with her.&nbsp; Even Alexander found it difficult to refuse her.&nbsp; Sibling rivalry and sheer pure stubbornness allowed him to do so, but since being raised to Queen it had been far more difficult.&nbsp; It was the reason why he were here instead of back in Kusheth at their mother's estates.&nbsp; She wanted him at court and Alexander could not refuse.&nbsp; &nbsp;Could the reason behind her request be because she had enough and picked out a flock of noblewomen for him to consider?<br><br>One thing was certain, Violette would not be among those considered.&nbsp; First cousin by blood, there would be no possibility of a marriage match between them.&nbsp; His mother, Alurra, had put her foot down on the subject when she had been alive.&nbsp; It was why Violette was being cheeky with him.&nbsp; She was also close to the Queen and had been at court since the first thaw of spring allowed travel upon the roads.&nbsp; If anyone knew anything about what his sister had plotted, it would be her.&nbsp; She also might be willing to tell Alexander such, after she had her fun with him.&nbsp; Court must had been dreadfully dull lately for her to be starting up so soon with him.&nbsp; That caused a small smirk to play across his features as he turned and regarded his cousin, speaking in a lazy voice, but as had been told to him upon multiple occasions was the voice of an angel, and a voice for wicked sin.&nbsp; <strong>"No men at court for you to take to your pleasure chamber, Cousin?&nbsp; I told you if you play too rough with them, their tongues would wag."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Indeed they had, but if the gossip&nbsp; about what a sadist his cousin was in the bed chamber bothered, it had not changed her a wit.&nbsp; Her first response to Alexander's smirk was an answering one on her features with a wicked cast.&nbsp; <strong>"You see!&nbsp; Just like that!&nbsp; Go to a mirror now Cousin, memorize your features as they are now and I swear more than half the noblemen debutantes will wet their thighs and be on their knees before the night is out.&nbsp; I swear if I was not you Cousin, I would be dragging you to a shadowed corner to do just that, to take your magnificent phallus between my lips, if only to remove the rather large stick you have up your arse so you can enjoy yourself." </strong> <br><br>Alexander's other comment merely got a graceful shrug of her shoulders and a sip at her wine, indifference flooding her expression as she ran her eyes over the assembled nobility, merchants, and arriving through the palais doors and being announced by the Queen's herald, the Dowaynes of the Night Court with their entourage of courtesans for the evening's fete.&nbsp; She did not move away, and to be honest let people talk about if she looked to be sharing an intimate moment with the Prince.&nbsp; In her eyes it would only help his standing at court for a little good nature gossip, instead of the near slander on his character caused by viper in human's clothing of a Shahrizai.&nbsp; She was out there, Violette knew.&nbsp; Vivian had no choice but to allow the vicious bitch back at court.&nbsp; The woman was far from unintelligent and was keeping herself from Violette's field of vision. <br><br><strong>"If they cannot stand what I want to do to them in the pleasure chamber, then they have no business being there in the first place.&nbsp; The loss will be theirs I assure you.&nbsp; There is always the Night Court.&nbsp; I know for some reason you are stubborn about returning to the Mont, but I am not and I assure you Lisabeth can keep me entertained and smiling for years to come.&nbsp; I might make her my Consort and spend my money on her."</strong>&nbsp; Violette turned then and smiled at the woman mentioned.&nbsp; Lisabeth Bouchard was a courtesan of House Valerian, and for near a year now almost exclusively Violette's.&nbsp; It was Violette's coin which paid for about three-fourths of the complete marque upon the Servant of Naamah's back.&nbsp; In return for the grace and patronage Violette provided the courtesan, Lisabeth gifted Violette with a Lover's token, one worn at this moment by the Morhban heir as she smiled a wicked smile at Lisabeth, one which had the courtesan blushing slightly and her body shuddering in excitement.&nbsp; Yes, it was very likely Lisabeth would be at his cousin's mercy before the night was through, and a patron gift despite being a Lover.&nbsp; Violette did spoil the Valerian, and why not, her words were no idle boast, the Morhban coffers were overflowing from both wine and mortar trade alone.<br><br>Violette made what sounded like a pleased purr at her Lover's reaction, and kept her eyes locked upon the woman who was wearing Violette's favor, a black leather collar with an silver mold of a raven's head at the front holding the collar's ring in an open beak, and rich amethysts for eye and equally spaced about the length of the collar.&nbsp; It was perhaps thoughts of what was to happen later in the evening which caused Violette to touch upon a sore subject for her royal cousin, to put her black leather booted foot into her mouth before she could think.&nbsp; <strong>I mean the men have all made it fairly clear they want me in the Valerian role, but why should I even consider it when they scream their <em>signale</em> at one strike of a riding crop, let alone a cane.&nbsp; Let them think I will take you to my chamber.&nbsp; You I might allow to play me a the Valerian for I know unlike them, you know what it means to submit..."</strong><br><br>As the last of her statement left her scarlet painted lips, Violette sun kissed skin turned pale, and she ducked her head so, bowing in a manner Alexander had seen Valerians do to their patrons when offense was given.&nbsp; As well she did, for reminding how Alexander had been the Valerian was a subject which had caused the duel with Georges Paquet two years previous.&nbsp; Violette's only saving grace was the fact they were indeed blood cousins, and not Houses with antagonistic relations with one another.&nbsp; Before Alexander could even breath in to admonish her, Violette was uttering the apology, her head low and eyes lower after having glanced at the angry fire inside the Morhban eyes he shared with her bloodline.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sorry, your Highness.&nbsp; That was crass and beyond polite on my part, and a sure sign I need to stop sampling so much of our family's fine vintage before fetes.&nbsp; Please say you forgive me?&nbsp; I will be devastated near irrevocably if you do not." </strong>&nbsp; Then Violette was silent, holding her bow of contrition before Alexander.&nbsp; The move was not lost upon many witnessing it, yet it was a small price in Violette's eyes as it made Alexander appear strong in front of the peerage, and he so needed to look strong and able at court, for him being so made not only House Coursel but for House Morhban as well.&nbsp; Still as the heartbeats started to mount, so did the sweat sliding down her back, making her wounder that she had erred grossly with Alexander and his wroth towards her was great indeed.<br><br>Alexander was angry, but he could not hold onto it.&nbsp; Not here and now with near half the court watching on.&nbsp; Family loyalty had been drilled into him hard by both parents, and Alexander was perhaps more Morhban than Courcel, with his mother's raven dark hair and eyes the color of the sea off the coast of Caern.&nbsp; Alexander had very little of the Courcel family traits save for the swan like neck and strong jaw.&nbsp; It was the reason why he was called the "Black Swan" on the lists with awe, and also with slander behind his back.&nbsp; Violette had never been the latter, and had even put herself at no small risk when she discovered the depths Desire Shahrizai was taking him.&nbsp; No, it was as Violette had said, and she let her tongue run away with herself.&nbsp; It was one of her few faults, but perhaps among her most annoying one.&nbsp; It did not mean her comments were said out of deliberate malice of forethought.&nbsp; Also having Violette in his debt even in a small way might allow him to know what his sister might have for Alexander.<br><br>Alexander made a gesture with his hand, at first as a means to have her rise, and for her to walk with him as a means to display to the court there was no ill will or favor to his cousin.&nbsp; He smiled to help reinforce the point, and to be certain word would reach his sister.&nbsp; Oh Vivian was likely to corner Violette this evening for a discussion, but at least there talk will be a bit less uncomfortable for Violette.&nbsp; Not completely so, and Alexander was fine with that situation.&nbsp; His cousin did need to learn to control her mouth.&nbsp; <strong>"Of course I forgive you, how could I not?&nbsp; You are family, blood family.&nbsp; I would even say you are more deserving of the title Princess of the Blood than I am Prince of the Blood.&nbsp; Let us say nothing more about it and do our best to enjoy the fete.&nbsp; I know you will do so more with Lisbeth upon your arm than me, so let us find her ye..."</strong> <br><br>Alexander lost all speech as he had a sensation sweep through him, as if he had been struck in the chest with a lance during a tilt.&nbsp; He stopped, and could do nothing but stare at the woman before who was walking into his field of vision.&nbsp; She was dressed in a gown the color of pure amethyst, and so sheer the light of the room outlining the stunning and perfect form underneath.&nbsp; It took several heartbeats before he felt like he could breath once more.&nbsp; By the time he did, the woman was past him, and making her way into the throng of nobility engaged in dance.&nbsp; As he did, the marque the woman in the striking purple gown which graced her back.&nbsp; It was fully lined and filled in, marking the woman as a Servant of Naamah who had completed their obligation, and the designed further identified her a member of the Night Court.&nbsp; <br><br>What Alexander could not believe was the house that claimed her.&nbsp; House Camellia, the House which believed when Naamah gave herself to the King of Persis in exchange for Blessed Elua's freedom, it was the sheer perfection of her body that moved the king.&nbsp; Without Flaws was House Camellia's canon, and there were many among the nobility, among the scions of the Companions who would pay dearly to sleep with what was considered perfection even among the exacting and strict standards for accepting who they will train and represent the Night Court.&nbsp; It was not the sheer beauty and perfection moving Alexander, it could not be.&nbsp; Though Alexander's experience with the Court of Night Blooming Flowers was limited, House Camellia had never stirred him or fanned any flames of lust inside of him.&nbsp; What had just happened to him.<br><br>Violette moved up to Alexander and had witnessed the Prince stare at one of the Courtesans.&nbsp; She had not seen the look upon Alexander's features in a long while, and it caused a knowing and playful smirk upon her features, and once more Violette's usual sultry and playful tone upon her voice.&nbsp; <strong>"Be careful Cousin, if your mouth were any wider than it shall be insects you shall dine upon instead of rich banquet the palais chefs have labored so to put out before us this evening."</strong>&nbsp; When Alexander did not react at first, Violette's smile became even more playful as she laid a hand upon his shoulders.&nbsp; <strong>"My my my, you are smitten!&nbsp; And by a Flower none the less.&nbsp; Oh this is delicious."</strong><br><br>Alexander turned and gazed upon Violette, the steel in his stare and his tone was sharper than perhaps was warranted, but there was something in his tone which caused Violette to stand and take notice.&nbsp; <strong>"Who is she?&nbsp; If anyone would know it would be you, Violette."</strong>&nbsp; His statement did cause Violette to laugh despite the edge in his tone.&nbsp; <strong>"I do admire and appreciate your confidence and opinion of me Cousin, but it is House Valerian is the House which receives the bulk of my patronage, not House Camellia."</strong>&nbsp; Despite her answer, Violette did take a more inquisitive eye to the courtesan who so effected Alexander.&nbsp; As fate would have it, the woman turned and allowed Violette to pay more attention, and a shock that Violette did know the woman in question.&nbsp; <strong>"The Companions must look at you in a kind light this evening, Cousin, as I do know her.&nbsp; Well not personally but I know her sister well, the future Lady of Marsilikos.&nbsp; Her younger sister was given to Naamah's service, and it was House Camellia who bought her marque.&nbsp; The object of your affection is none other than Lisette de Merliot nò Camellia, a courtesan who has risen in the ranks quickly in that house.&nbsp; There are rumors when the Second of the House retires, it is the lovely and perfect Lisette who will be asked.&nbsp; If you are going to stare at a courtesan of the Night Court than she would be the one."</strong><br><br>Alexander had stopped looking at Violette half way through her explanation and stared only at Lisette.&nbsp; When she had finished, he only acknowledged her with a brief nod of his head.&nbsp; It was slow, as if he was in shock.&nbsp; Then he found himself moving forward, leaving Violette behind.&nbsp; She did not take offense and let Alexander leave her side.&nbsp; He had so little positive experiences with women of the Court in the past because of Desiree Shahrizai, perhaps this might mark a change in his experiences.&nbsp; At least she hoped so.&nbsp; Again, Alexander was blood, and she wanted her family happy above all else, no matter what disparaging gossip and slander had been spread about court.&nbsp; Violette felt a presence by her side.&nbsp; Turning her head, she saw the beautiful features and devoted look upon her lover, Lisabeth.&nbsp; There was a look of deep affection and more dancing in her near black eyes which met Violette's for a moment before looking down, her head bowing as she said one simple word.&nbsp; <strong>"Mistress."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Violette's smile deepened and took on a very wicked cast as she accepted the lead offered to her upon Lisbeth's hand, tugging at to pull the woman even closer.&nbsp; Violette let her hand cup the side of Lisabeth's face in a deeply intimate gesture, her thumb rubbing over the ripe, berry colored lips Violette knew so well.&nbsp; Violette voice took on a much richer, huskier voice which was pure lust, pure desire and sex, and promised much in the way of erotic and dark pleasures, promises which had been proven true in the past, and would continue to do so as long as Violette held the leash, and the whip.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh my dear pet, you do not know how much it pleases me to have you hear tonight.&nbsp; I have such designs to make you sing for me.&nbsp; Come, I should pay my respects to the Queen at least, then the rest of the evening will be spent with you devoutly pleasuring me, as it should be."</strong>&nbsp; With that, Violette tugged upon the lead, silver and jewels flashing in the light.<br><br>Alexander noticed none of this as he pressed his way onto the dance floor, even ignoring the nobles he bumped and jostled.&nbsp; Rude words died upon entitled lips when they saw who it was that ran into them.&nbsp; It would not do to give insult to the House Royale, but looked, cutting and judging, did follow in his wake.&nbsp; Alexander did not stop till he was standing behind Lisette.&nbsp; He could not help himself, and he reached out and let the back of his index finger run down the length of Lisette's back, from the nap of her neck to the small of her back, touching upon every spot to make woman melt.&nbsp; When Lisette turned about, Alexander spoke.&nbsp; His tone was part in awe, and in part command.&nbsp; There was an aura about his voice, about his person, which made him difficult to ignore, or refuse, nno matter how blunt or to the point.&nbsp; <strong>"Dance with me."</strong>&nbsp; That was all, nothing more.&nbsp; 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