Divine Desires & Elven Captive
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				Title: <strong>Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 01:21:19</strong>
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				The Immortal Emperor Valier, Son of Aynwir, Goddess of Desire, Ruler of the mighty empire of Amaris, Lord of the Isles of Fire, as he was called, sat upon the throne of his mighty empire.&nbsp; The throne was designed by him, and was carved out of a single large crystal, it was called the Crystal Throne of Amaris.<br><br>Today though, was an important day, today, he would take a consort, from the elves, whom he have given a choice.&nbsp; They could give him what he desired, and he would take their forest kingdom under his protection, and let them rule as they desired.&nbsp; Or they could refuse, and he would invade, take everything, and enslave their entire race.&nbsp; <br><br>What did he want?&nbsp; The elven princess, the most beautiful lady in all of the elven kingdom, and that, even by their standards, and the elves were already incredibly beautiful.&nbsp; If they agreed, they would send her, wearing the outfit he sent them, which he thought she would look lovely in… for the spark of his desire was the glimpse of her, he had obtained only a year or so ago,.<br><br>Valier himself, was a tall, incredibly handsome, and in excellent physical shape, under the silk garment he was wearing, his muscles were clearly well defined.&nbsp; Garment though, was the proper word, for it was silver and black, and with the shimmering crown on his head, made him look as though he was wearing a garment made out of the starry sky.&nbsp; &nbsp;His long black hair was as dark as midnight, and reached down to his ankles, and he waited.<br><br>The outfit he sent her, was a dress of semi-translucent layered silk, parts of it were almost completely translucent, and other’s just enough to hint at what laid beneath it.&nbsp; With the dress was a set of golden chains, that attached to anklets and bracers.. as well as a golden collar.. and it was completed by a golden, diamond studded circlet.. so, he waited to see if she would appear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 08:18:21</strong>
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				A Princesses life was duty.<br><br>Duty and dignity to her people, it was what tied her, bound her. Many envied the daughters of royal houses born into splendor and grace. But with the opulence came the fact, the knowledge that one day her life would be traded away for the betterment of the country. A sobering realization for any young woman, who day dreamed of love and romance. And when one was a Elvin Princess the myths and legends of their happily ever afters seemed like bittersweet stories to hear. <br><br>Princess Carothia, Daughter of the House of Ruthial, Lady of Grumiol and Matheran, looked at herself in the mirror, her wide eyes flashing with sorrow and resignation that darkened the pale jade color. She had always known that she would be bartered away like chattel for her families rule and happiness, for her country. But to have such done without marriage first. A sigh escaped her lips, her head bowed forward as the maid attended to it, pinning it back in a traditional style. The girl didn't take much longer to finish though and so Caro got to her feet, lifting her feet to slip on the thin and dainty golden slippers, fashioned rather like dancing ones that matched the gold sent by the Emperor. They were made out of beaten and woven golden, made for a Princess, yet not, when first crafted, for one donning gold chains. <br><br>Light green eyes glanced in the mirror, taking in the sight of her figure, of her new outfit. It was a dress, made by the order of her new lord, he must have seen her before, to know the pale jade of her eyes, and the red gold of her hair, to chose the colors to flatter so well. The dress was gold and soft green, playing up the creamy soft sunlight color of her skin, the tint of spring grass that filled her iris. It hid almost nothing, nothing that she could have ever donned willingly. But it was pretty and did look beautiful on her. Her long hair was caught up just slightly in the front, held back with combs of pearls in ancient gold, the color shinning in the sunlight that fell into her room. Her hair was a unusual color, a mark of beauty, it was the color of gold being worked over the fire, hot and rich, red and gleaming gold. Because of it Carothia had always loved gold, yet looking at the anklets, bracelets and chains that were to adorn her slender limbs she shuddered, discovering a loathing for it.<br><br>Yet she spoke naught, and did nothing as the golden circles were fixed upon her skin, eyes flashing a dark, turbulent color when the collar was afixed around the slender column of her throat. When the circlet was brought she shook her head. "I go as a slave, a object, property, not a Princess. I shall not wear a symbol of power when I have naught. My unannointed forehead shall be my only crown."<br><br>Her mother nodded, dismissing the other ladies to hug her daughter. Caro returned it, and then stiffened her back and let herself be led away, led to the horse, a white mare, virgin as was the Princess herself. Her people stayed silent, watching, some grieving but all thankful for her actions. And to that the girl clung, knowing that she was saving them, it was all that allowed her to go through with this as she guided the horse carefully, sitting proud and regal, regardless of the chains it was clear she still was a Princess and spirited. And that spirit was going to have to be strong, to bare her through the coming days. <br><br>It did not take long, not with the magic of her people, of the forest, to take to the place she was to be, to the Immortal Emperor, son of a Goddess and the one who had demanded her for her people's freedom. Carothia did not look at any of the servants, her gaze was aloof and steady, lips closed and expression completely blank. Even in chains there was something royal and strong about the female as she was led to the throne room, toward a man she had never seen or known. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 11:20:34</strong>
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				When she finally appeared, before his court and his throne, the emperor watched her as she appoached his throne, and he did not that she was not wearing one of the items he had sent.&nbsp; For a moment, he concidered what he might do to chastize her for not fully carrying out his instructions... then he decided against it, the crown would have looked lovely in her hair, but, perhaps she had a good reason for not wearing it.. he would ask her, once she had fully presented herself to him.&nbsp; Besides, even without a crown, her manner was certain royal, and proud, which suited him just fine.<br><br>The moment she entered, with a gesture from the Emperor, the great hall, the crystals in the throne room, including the throne itself, began to radiate light, increasing the light here in the throne room enough that there were almost no shadows anywhere.. and framing the Emperor, Valier himself, in a wreath of light.&nbsp; There were guards along the sides of the room, and he was holding court, a good number of his subjects were there, though the center of the room was empty, allowing her to walk freely down to the middle, and to the steps of his throne.<br><br>His eyes on her, he waited for her to decide how to present herself, this would tell him something about how she would move though his court.&nbsp; She was as lovely as he remembered, and the dress.. such as it was, showed her off wonderfully, as he had thought it would, the golden adornments were also a nice touch, though from the way she held herself, he suspected she didn't think so.. which really, wasn't suprising, chains, even golden ones, were not something a princess would desire to wear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 22:52:31</strong>
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				He was there, waiting for her, sitting upon the Crystal Throne that was so famous, or perhaps infamous would be a better term. <br><br>Caro glanced at him, he was handsome in his splendor, yet the beauty of this room was harsh, the light of the crystals was bright and unyielding, so very human in nature for all that the Emperor was the son of a Goddess. She preferred natural light, spared a moment to wish for the sunlight to wash over her, to fill this room. Her beauty wasn't dimmed by the lighting, but it was not the beauty of her people, to be clothed as she was in such lighting. Yet she did not stop, did not look at any of the people filling the room, nor did she even look at him.<br><br>Her pale jade eyes picked a point above his head, distant and cool like the forest depths was her gaze as she walked slowly with the grace of not a dancer but rather a willow in the wind, all natural and fluid. There was no effort, nor any sound but a whisper of the material of her slippers against the floor as she approached the throne and the man upon it.<br><br>The Princess came to stop before the dais, her head kept up and not inclining even slightly as she moved to execute a curtsy. She was behaving as if they were equals, for in her mind she was not property, and she refused to act for even one moment like she agreed with the symbols of the chains upon her slender form. Her pretty eyes were dull and empty, she showed nothing in them, the perfect court mask, yet there was fire within her, it showed in the way she held herself, in the stubborn silence she kept, in the long tresses of her fire gold hair that reached down beyond her slight waist. <br><br>He could put her in golden chains, command her to appear but he would not get her words or thoughts. It was her own decision, a vow of silence, yet one she would not surrender easily. For a brief moment there was a flash of challenge in the spring color of her gaze but it dulled, the green simply cool. The next move was his, she would acknowledge him with her body, yet as she stood there, straight and proud, it was clear the girl had no intention to speak to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 02:52:40</strong>
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				"Well, the jewel of the elven forest, at last, welcome to my court, princess.. though I am somewhat curious, you are not quite attired as I expected, where is the crown I sent you?"&nbsp; His stood up, the silk garment he was wearing rustling as he did so, giving it a look as though stars moving, and he began to walk down the seven steps that lead up to his throne, until he was only one step higher then her.&nbsp; There he stopped, and waited for her to reply, or not to reply, he expected some sort of answer, and would gain it one way.. or another.&nbsp; <br><br>He did have another idea though, he reached out, and grasped one of the chains that was attached to one of her bracelts, and then pulled it softly, but insistantly, just enough to let her know she was to move closer to him, or he would pull harder.&nbsp; If she wanted to keep her dignity, he would allow it, but at the price of obediance.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 04:03:22</strong>
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				The Jewel of the Elfs, so that was what he saw in her, a thing, she had not thought he had known anything at all about her. And his words proved right her thoughts. At his question though she gave no response, did not look at him or speak. Her eyes were fixed on some point that only she could see. She was a princess of her kingdom, to wear a crown was a mockery of what he had forced her to by making her come here and also saying that she was a symbol of his power. She would not wear that, most certainly not before the eyes of her people when she had left them. <br><br>When his hands touched on the chains, softly but urging her pale eyes flashed with ire and loathing yet she moved a step closer, her chin raised and tilted high. Valier was handsome and dressed to flatter it, he was clearly not of his world with his male beauty, a handsomeness that rivaled her own beauty, and with his dark coloring and her fair they seemed perhaps perfectly opposed. There was some ethereal, wild and fae in her gaze and bearing, she had the dignity of a Princess, yet the mysterious wildness of a creature born of magic, and all that she was was currently set against him. <br><br>He was waiting for her to speak yet she did not. He may have her body and personage now, but her words and thoughts were still hers. Caro tightened her lips slightly, compressing them to show her obstinacy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 04:19:19</strong>
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				"I see.. you have chosen silence as your defiance.."&nbsp; He paused to consider that, he thought there were ways he could break her silence, but.. why not allow her that form of defiance for the time being.&nbsp; For the moment, he desired many things, regarding her.. but there was a idea or two that he could make use of.&nbsp; He reached out and grasped her chin, his touch gentle, but also firm, and lifted her so that he could look into her lovely green eyes, his own gaze thoughful, his eyes a dark blue-grey.&nbsp; <br><br>Thinking for a few more moments, he grasped the chains, from both sides, and then began to climb back up the stairs.. pulling her along, gently, but insistantly..as he returned to the throne.. and on the way, speaking lowly, so that only she could hear.&nbsp; "You will either kneel at my feet, your head resting on my knee.. or you will sit in my lap.. princess."&nbsp; He gave her the order, as he sat down on the throne again, and waited to see what she would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 05:27:11</strong>
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				At least he was intelligent and had understood quickly what form she had she decided to keep hers alone. He had a interesting voice, it was not like anything she had heard back home and she let it flow over her, enjoying the cadence. There would be only little slight enjoyments to her life now, and none, none would gain any sort of outward expression from her. Carothia was a Princess, sweet and mild in her heart, yet she could and would be as stubborn and immovable as a stone when she chose to be. As she chose to be now. When Valier's hand touched her skin she started though, visibly shaken at the touch and the pale jade gaze that touched his was confused, wary and withdrawn. His eyes were like the winter sea, dark and deep, blue-gray and she could not fathom them. <br><br>As they stood there, spring meeting tempest in their gazes, she felt as if things froze for a moment.<br><br>However it didn't last, and the moment he pulled on the chains she followed, wordless and aloof once more. Or at least she tried to be, there was anger in the hot green of her eyes when his order came. Yet what would happen if she were to disobey and fight? She could not disappoint her people or let tales of her being beaten be carried back, yet she would die first before she knelt before any man. There was a hard gleam of hatred and loathing in the eyes that addressed the Emperor as she perched on the very farthest corner of his leg, sitting on his lap in name only and making it clear she disliked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 11:39:05</strong>
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				He found her defiance amusing, rather then irritating, and once she had settled a bit, he simply put his hands on either side of her hips, and lifted her slightly, before placing her deeper in his lap, further back, so that her back was resting against his chest.&nbsp; Having positioned her better to his liking, he put his arms around her waist, so that she couldn't free herself, without struggling with him, and he was certain that she was intelligent enough to know that to struggle with him came with consequences.&nbsp; <br><br>The fire of her anger, actually, pleased him.. it added a certain lovely aspect to her beauty, it almost seemed to blaze with enough fury to actually set something on fire.. though he knew that was just a thought, and not a truth.<br><br>In the meantime, he gestured to the court with one hand, while keep the other around her waist.&nbsp; "Today, Lords and Ladies of Amaris, I present to you, my chosen Consort, the Princess Carothia, Daughter of the House of Ruthial, Jewel of the Elven lands."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 12:04:43</strong>
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				Caro had not though he would push her more then what she gave, but she really shouldn't have expected anything else. After all he had all but forced her here in a revealing gown and golden chains. Perhaps she should learn to put nothing past him as a result, still she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from making a sound of surprised protest when he lifted her by her hips and pulled her further back into his lap. Not that it wasn't a nice lap, perhaps it was but she had no wish to be sitting in it, or any mans lap. The girl had a very sure sense of her dignity and it wasn't something she was planning on loosing any time soon. Pale green eyes stayed looking forward though, she didn't even break her cool silent act at his actions, rather acted as if she had only expected it. <br><br>She also didn't want to get into a tussle, for while she had more strength then the humans in the hall she was not going to try and match powers with a demi god publicly before she had a chance to test him away from prying eyes. The elf had to wonder then, for a fleeting moment, if being alone with him would be a good or bad thing. A sigh left her, heaved without a shrug of the shoulders or any outward appearance of it escaping, yet it came. There would be no place here that was safe for her, no where to relax her guard.<br><br>At his words, his touch on her waist and the proclamation thought she did stiffen in his hold beyond even what she had been before, and if he had been able to see her eyes he would have seen shock. Yet no one could thankfully see her gaze before it dulled again without thought to reflect within it. His consort, so not just a pretty trophy but rather his equal? Well, not his equal yet, though, if he meant to make her his consort that would mean, hopefully, no more chains. And a chance to escape. Her mind worked quickly as she sat there, upon the lap of the Emperor of Amaris and the son of a Goddess. Fate had placed in her an odd situation, now she was going to get herself out of it. Before she got any more distracted by how lovely his touch felt or how interesting his eyes were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 12:44:03</strong>
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				He noted her start of surprise, she hadn't been expecting that, and it was pleasant to know he had managed to surprise her, she would be fun to have around.&nbsp; He continued to keep her there in his lap, as the courtiers approached the throne, and one after another, gave both of them their congratulations, sense he was fairly certain she would remain silent.. though he pause here and there, to allow her to speak, should she chose too.&nbsp; <br><br>He wondered for a moment what she was thinking, but that was not one of his abilities.. though he could touch her desires, to know what they were.. though it required a moments concentration.. and she might be able to shield against it.&nbsp; A human would not be able to, but a elf, being a magical being, might be able to form some resistance to his powers.&nbsp; Besides, he could guess at least at one, that she didn't want to be here, and he suspected she also didn't like him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 08:43:32</strong>
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				He could spend his whole life waiting for her to talk it wasn't going to happen, Carothia sat stiff and proud, her eyes not meeting any of those who came to congratulate them. Elves were suppose to be well known for their peaceful natures and easy to get along with, however the Princess was not in a place to be gracious and welcoming. That would be mean that she was okay with what was happening, which she wasn't, far far from that. Her pale skin and pretty eyes might speak of a sweet disposition, but there was fire like the gold of her hair, heat and temper. <br><br>Thankfully the courtiers moved away before too long and silence fell, she wanted to snap at him to get this stupid show over with. Yet silence was the weapon she had chosen, the only one she really had, the only one he couldn't strip from her. Silence was her only true power in this new place. And so she stayed silent, watching and weary of this day. Which was why when he snapped his fingers and the courtiers left quickly a sigh of relief did leave her lips. <br><br>Though Caro used that moment to spring up from his lap, ignoring the hold he had and not considering that she might be harmed, she just wanted to get away from him, away from his touch. She turned to look at him, her pale eyes glaring daggers and the elegant Princess disappeared for a enraged female who lifted her wrists and snapped the chain between them in a clear signal to get them off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 09:13:25</strong>
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				He noticed the fact she still wasn't speaking, and he wondered if he couldn't get her to break that silence, and his mind pondered the possibilities.&nbsp; Of course, what tactic did he want to take with her.. she was his consort, and he intended for her to remain his consort for the rest of his reign, which, sense both of them were immortal.. would be very long.&nbsp; Now that the courtiers, and the guards were all gone, leaving them alone in the throne room, he watched her manner change completely, and he raised one of his eyebrows slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>At that moment, a somewhat mischievous idea came to him, and the impulse, the desire, was almost irresistible.&nbsp; "Ah.. you want that off.. well, sense you ask so nicely.. but are unwilling to speak with regards to specifics.. If you wish to be more specific, say so."&nbsp; Snaps his fingers and both the chains and clothing she was wearing vanished.. leaving her stark naked.&nbsp; He wasn't entirely certain how she'd react to this, but he was certain that he would gain some sort of reaction from her.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 09:35:20</strong>
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				Well at least she had managed to surprise him once, by his expression he hadn't been expecting her to act this way after her behavior earlier. Yet her jade eyes showed naught but annoyance and contempt now, far more then dull pools of green, rather flares of heat and anger.<br><br>That was until his fingers snapped, the same sound that had banished his court and she found her clothing banished as well. The anger drained out of her eyes as they widened in shock, her long hair, the combs of golden with pearls embedded in them gone as well, fell forward, a cascade of gleaming molten gold red. The silky and softly curled tresses covered part of her pale skin but even with the curtain of hair every inch of her lovely softly tawny body was clear. Carothia was all long lines, clean and beautiful, in a natural, flawless way. Her legs were long and slender, waist slight but hips flared and there was the curves of a woman and not a girl. Her stomach was a smooth flat plain, her ribcage small and breasts, hidden slightly beneath her long tresses, were of a average size, pert globes of smooth satin flesh.<br><br>Her body wracked once with a tremble, a blush staining her cheeks as it spread down the smooth skin. Caro's eyes glimmered and one tear escaped, working down her face before she wrapped her arms around herself, quickly and shaking her head to hide her shock and hurt. The spring green eyes were like a wounded animal now, she was innocent in many meanings of the world, and being nude before a man was not something she had done before. She had not expected him to do this, but perhaps she should have. There was a wariness and trembling fear in her body language as she tried to cover herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 09:52:25</strong>
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				He enjoyed the view of her naked body, the flawless smooth lines, the lovely legs, and the flashing beauty of her eyes, his eyes tracing her soft sensual curves, his eyes following every line and curve of her body, from her toes, to the soft curls between her legs, over her belly, up over her breasts, and then to her face and eyes again.&nbsp; The blush was lovely, but that was the moment he realized she had gone from angry to distressed, by her sudden nakedness.. <br><br>As she struggled to come to terms with what he just did, and he saw the tear, he found that he couldn't quite continue this, not as he had first intended, to insist that she remain naked tell she spoke to him.&nbsp; He reached out to touch her cheek, where her tear fell, and as he did, she found herself suddenly dressed again, though without chains, or shoes.&nbsp; "I am sorry, this is difficult for you, my princess, I apologize for not taking your own feelings and experience into account, and submitting you to an experience you were not ready for."&nbsp; She was dressed yes, but the golden chains were gone.&nbsp; <br><br>He then took her hands in his, holding them between his own, and deposited the pearl combs that she had used to keep her hair up in them, his touch presently gentle.&nbsp; "I suspect, these are important to you, as they are the only thing you chose to wear of your own will... " He then lifted her hands to his lips, kissing the back of each of her hands, before releasing them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 10:06:36</strong>
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				She started slightly when he touched her, drawing away with a soft sound, the first she had given but it was s sound given in slight fear and she shrank away from him before she realized all he did was touch the tear that had escaped her. She glanced at him, confused before she suddenly sensed she was clothed again. Her eyes went down to find that was indeed true and her heart eased, she found herself able to breath again. The elf lifted a hand to scrub at her cheek, not wanting any trace of weakness to show.<br><br>Then his words sank in, he was apologizing, he was being thoughtful. Carothia lifted her eyes to his, curious and surprised. Her feelings mattered to him? She didn't know quiet what to make of it, or the fact that he had given her back clothing and no chains. Her body reflected her state of shock in that she didn't fight him as he took her slender hands into his, though when she felt the press of her combs in her hands she looked down and then up again, the green of her gaze darkening with confusion. At this words though she nodded slowly, they were important to her. They were from her parents, gifts from the day she was born, things she had held and used her whole life. From the age of three one her hair was done up with these combs at every major event of her people's. <br><br>When Valier kissed the backs of her hands she moved back, cradling them to her chest, looking at him in surprise and it was clear she did not know what to expect from him. Yet she inclined her head slightly, a gesture of importance to the proud princess, of thanks. She tried a wan smile and it quirked the corners of her lips yet the wary fear didn't leave her eyes, not yet at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 10:16:40</strong>
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				He looked at her a moment longer, then he thought of another idea, and got up out of his throne, then sat down on one of the steps.&nbsp; "Here, princess, I know your not exactly happy with me, but sit beside me a moment, and we'll talk.. as equals, not as a Emperor to princess."&nbsp; He paused, then chuckled.&nbsp; "Actually, sense I don't know that you'll speak to me yet, perhaps I should talk, and you can listen?&nbsp; Can I get that much from you, of your own will?&nbsp; Perhaps you would like to know what is expected of you, and why I insisted on you being here?"&nbsp; He looked at her and waited for her to give him what he asked for, to either sit down beside him, or to refuse to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 10:23:25</strong>
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				She took a wary step back, almost like a dance when he moved forward. But the girl blinked in surprise when he sat on a step. An Emperor sitting on steps? How was this man, the one who had summoned her to him in golden chains, able to so easily leave his throne to sit on a simple step? He was not what she had expected. <br><br>Caro gave a slow nod at his request, she could listen. But she would not speak. So she slowly came a touch closer, refusing to sit on a lower step and be in any way beneath him, rather sinking down to sit a good foot or so way from the male, looking at him curiously. Why was it that he had wanted her here so badly? Just for her beauty? That was what she feared all of this was about, just her looks, nothing but her beauty. But then it that was it why did he need her, want her to speak? Beauty could be admired and possessed without sound. Rather like the pretty exotic song birds that were so popular in some parts of her own kingdom. She had hated seeing them cooped up and caged, to hear their song sadden and die. <br><br>Was this a golden cage and splendid prison?<br><br>Only he could tell her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 10:45:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed “Have you ever considered what it would be like to be immortal, among a mortals?&nbsp; Then, to be filled with divine power and desire, with your mother being the very goddess of desire?&nbsp; Do you think, after having taken several mortal mates, and lost them to age and death, one might be tired of it?&nbsp; As an emperor, I must take a consort who holds a high rank, but I am tired of growing to care for a woman, to love her, and then to have time take her from me.&nbsp; What is more, non of them have possessed much understanding of what it means to have divine blood flowing though one’s veins.&nbsp; Oh, they can maybe partly understand it, but you are elven, power flows though your blood.”&nbsp; He paused, having laid out part of his reasoning, though not quite all, some personal reasons where that, but he would only speak of those if she asked for them.<br><br>“Perhaps I should have taken a gentler tone with your people, but, I didn’t think they would accept anything but ultimatums, considering that you have done you best to avoid any contact with humankind.&nbsp; Even the chains, had a certain purpose, for by bringing you here as my captive, it made those in the kingdom who wished to conquer your people by force, take them as slaves, to have to yield to my will in the matter, and only you to wear chains when presenting yourself to my court.&nbsp; They are no longer necessary now.&nbsp; ”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 03:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Princess listened curiously as he spoke, she had never thought about that, because she was an Elf, all of her people were the same. They could be killed by some things but not many, and magic was the basic of their natures, it was like nature herself, the Mother to them all. Her eyes softened slightly, sympathy glimmering in them. She could understand more of why he wished an Elf as his consort. Yet she did not understand why he had chosen her, had she just been the first he had come across? Though the words that spoke of him having loved women before reassured her partly, he had not been violent toward her yet, perhaps he would never be.<br><br>At the comment of taking a gentler approach she snorted, her lips quirking with humor. She may not have spoken but it was clear she was agreeing and teasing slightly for it. When he spoke of the chains her eyes darkened. Caro looked down, frowning and worrying her lower lip with her teeth. People had wanted to put all of her kind in chains, as slaves. She was his consort, not his slave by open decree, it was worth her pride to have saved her people that. Finally she glanced at him again after several minutes of silence and inclined her head, gratitude in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 05:04:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Perhaps, a few of expectations and promises are in order, so that you understand what your life will be like here?&nbsp; First, you have my promise; I’ll never deliberately hurt you, or allow anyone else to hurt you, though it I do or say something that hurts you emotionally, you will have to tell me, or let me know some how.. as you did a moment ago.”&nbsp; He reached out, and took one her hands in his, and kissed it softly.<br><br>“Secondly, as my consort, you have a certain measure of my authority, with regards to your own home.”&nbsp; He paused a moment to clarify.&nbsp; “In other words, the empire can make no laws regarding your people and their lands, without your specific consent.&nbsp; Your signature must be on any such documents.”<br><br>“Thirdly, you will spend most of your time with me, that includes sleeping in my chambers, in the usual attire for your people, or sitting in my lap as you did now, or standing behind my throne, but, while I will kiss you, and touch you as I please, anything beyond that will require your consent.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 06:03:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would never hurt her. Those words meant a lot, more then he probably would think; to her people humans were barbarians. She had held fear that the ruler of them would be as animalistic and war hungry as the rest. Yet he seemed other then that. the Princess did not fight him when he took her hand and kissed it, surprised that he had caught onto her emotions so easily, but perhaps that was a good thing, she could keep her silence longer. And she wanted to keep it longer, even though he was not as bad as she had feared. <br><br>However when the next words came, when the assurance that nothing could happen to her people, her homeland, without her signature tears of gratitude and joy sprung from her eyes and trailed down her face. She made no move to hide them, to wipe them away, her awe showed clearly in the nonplussed expression directed at him. <br><br>At the last part though she made a slight face, she didn't want to spend her whole day standing behind his throne. She would not thrive that way, but how was he to know? She would have to say something so she stayed silent, thinking of what her days would be like, kept at this man's side. Her head bowed a touch then and she absently brushed at her cheeks, cleaning them. At least, even if he were to keep her from the outdoors he would not force himself upon her. Her life was not going to be overly bad and Caro was grateful for that. She nodded slowly to show she understood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 01:21:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she wiped the tears from her face, tears he was reasonably certain were not ones of unhappiness, he pulled a silk hankerchief from his pocket, and moved closer to her, one hand gently came to rest on her face, and he began to wipe her tears up himself, his touch gentle and considerate.&nbsp; When he was done, he kissed her forehead, gently, and then put an arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; "I hope you'll bear with me, I've never been in the posistion of the one doing the courting before, my last consorts came to me, or were offered to me, and were eager to be so.&nbsp; Their lands remain favored in the empire, however, for I promised them such, and I always keep my promises."<br><br>He paused again, before continuing.&nbsp; "I hope, eventually, you'll trust me enough to speak, and to be comfortable with my presence."&nbsp; He reached out and took one of her hands in his again, once more with a soft kiss to the back of her hand, and then he kept her hand in his, thinking a moment.&nbsp; "I find myself at a bit of a loss, now, sense you will not speak, and I find myself unwilling to force you to do so, otherwise, I'd ask you what you'd like to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 04:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced up at him when she felt the touch of silk against her cheek, the Princess offered a slight smile as he cleaned up the last traces of her tears from her cheeks. He was being so kind and gentle, she did not know quiet what to make of it. Even males of her own kind, royal and proud would not have born with her pride and stubbornness and then tears so well. She did not pull away as his lips touched her forehead nor when his arm moved around her shoulders, slender as they were. at his words she simply nodded though, after all what else could she really do when she refused to speak.<br><br>Carothia smiled softly at him, inclining her head before she let her full lips part in a soft yawn, showing that she was weary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 07:43:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After she yawned, he shook his head slightly.&nbsp; "What am I thinking, you've had a long way to travel, and an rather emotional experience at the end of it, add to that, how late it is, and you must be rather tired, we shall retire to my rooms for the evening, after I have a word or two with my steward."&nbsp; He stood up, and then helped her to her feet, at least, if she would allow him to do so.&nbsp; Gently, then, he took her hand in his once more, with enough give that he would release it if she pulled her hand free, but would also retain it if she let him, and lead her out the private doors, ones that only him and his most trusted retainers were allowed to pass.<br><br>He paused a moment to have words with his steward and the captain of his guard, giving them directives for the night and tomorrow, then passed though a hall, to a very private set of rooms, his own.&nbsp; "Very few people are allowed in these rooms, magic keeps it clean and ordered, and a trio of pages in my service, are available should I summon them for anything."&nbsp; The rooms were lovely, filled with silks, marble statues, priceless artwork, paintings, carvings, it had a lush and rich feel to it, done in various reds and golds.<br><br>At one point, they passed a suit of armor, that appeared to be made of silver chain and gold plate, though silver didn't have that almost liquid look, and gold wasn't semi-transparent with glowing lights inside.&nbsp; "Mythril and Orichalcum, the suit itself was one of several gifts from my mother.. "&nbsp; He gestured to a spear made out of some sort of pure black wood, with a silver bonded ruby crystal for the sharp end, a bow made of emerald, strung with silver, with a dozen ruby tipped arrows, a harp made of gold and strung with silver strings, a sword with a blade that appeared to be made out of a single emerald, matched by one made of ruby, both embedded in a pure clear crystal block, a ruby crown matched by a emerald one, and a pair of emerald and ruby rings.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed very good at picking up her body language, her was paying close attention to her, obviously thoughtful. She wondered briefly if he knew the hand signals that some of her people used, mostly the warriors but as a Princess she had learned as well. Perhaps she could teach him, and give him that sort of talking while not breaking the vow she had taken. Carothia did not fight him as he helped her to her feet and simply let him keep her hand as he led her out of the throne room and toward a large set of doors. She listened to him speaking to the others and then paid attention to him as he spoke to her once again nodding. Private rooms, a haven then that she hoped she could convince him to spend most of her time. <br><br>She may have been a princess but her kind did not handle crowds well away from nature, at least not for any length of time.&nbsp; Her eyes take in the richness of the rooms, it was pretty and the colors of red and gold lovely as well. But they are fire colors, and she felt a pang of longing for her home, for the soft blues and greens, the deep and gentle browns. The pale pastels and whites of the flowers in spring. For a moment a vision of her homeland fills her mind and she turns her head away, shaking it to dispel it and the grief that fills her. She wanted to go home.<br><br>Her keen ears pick up the words as she speaks, but her mind doesn't quiet follow. Her pale jade eyes though travel around them, taking in the details. The emerald sword caught her though, something about it calling to her and she took a hesitant step forward, a hand raising and then she blinked and frowned confused. She gestured to it and the matched sets of other items with ruby and emerald, her expression showing her curiosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 23:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she gestured to the matched sets, he chuckled softly.&nbsp; “The woman who can draw the emerald blade, must be first my consort, but she is more then just my consort, she is to be my empress.&nbsp; The ring and crown would then be hers as well, that is the promise my mother made me.&nbsp; Then I would be able to draw the ruby blade as well, for it can not be budged until that day either.”&nbsp; He paused a moment.&nbsp; “But none have been able to so much as budge it, so I am not entirely certain what my mother’s intention was with regards to them,&nbsp; perhaps to keep hope alive.” <br><br>He lifted her hand to kiss it softly, and gestured to a pair of doorway.&nbsp; “The bedroom is though that way, if you wish to rest, however, the other doorway contains a bathing pool, if you want to go there first?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 03:55:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not just his consort but his Empress. His mate for eternity, so there was more power, laid here, in trust by his mother. There was power in those objects and the emerald ones seemed to call to her. But she didn't want to know, so she stepped back, shutting off the call as much as she could. After all she still hoped somehow to get away from all of this. Carothia wanted to go home, back to the forests, to look up at the canopy that was more green then the sword and crown and ring. The real living emerald. <br><br>She turned her back, glancing at him as he kissed her hand. He seemed to like doing that, touching her softly, kissing her hand or cheek. Almost like he was trying to reassure her with his touches. Or get her use to those touches. Either were interesting ideas. A bedroom or bathing, she was sleepy but she would hate to sleep dirty so she lifted a elegant arm and gestured toward the one that led to the bathing pool.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 08:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, and lead her through the doorway, with had beads covering it, so as to separate the room from the rest of his rooms.&nbsp; This room was done in green malachite and gold, the floor was fine marble and there was a single large pool in the center of room,&nbsp; there was steam rising from the pool, something in here kept it similar to the warmth of a hot sprint.&nbsp; The room was also filled with green plants, and lovely flowers, of various kinds and colors, though all chosen to tastefully match the rest of the decoration.<br><br>A shelf with soaps and wash cloths, as well as a rank with towels hung on it was near the pool also.&nbsp; The pool itself was quite large, with enough room for six or seven individuals to get in and bath together, if they wished too.<br><br>“Normally, I bath with my consort, but, I suspect you’d prefer some privacy, or would like the company after all?&nbsp; You decide, if you nod I'll take as a yes, otherwise, I'll remain.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 21:01:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed him, shrinking slightly from the beads, her eyes curious and quick as they moved around the room, taking in details. The green and gold is welcome, similar almost to her own home, though the marble she feels beneath her feet reminds her its not. Caro's eyes see the steam and her skin felt the heat of it, she takes a step forward, toward it, the thought of sinking into the pool and soaking her limbs, getting the dust of the road off her is nearly too tempting to fight, and she reaches toward the clasp of her dress. <br><br>This room was easily her favorite of all of them so far, with the plans and flowers, living and thriving, they were far from the natural wilds and yet here they were. Perhaps she, as foreign a flower as them, could thrive here as well. Then he spoke and she glanced at him, forgetting that he was here. She would rather be alone, but what was the point of putting things off? He would do as he liked with her so instead of nodding she simply shrugged, her eyes holding a look that basically asked what the point of his question was. They would be sharing a bed from the sounds of it, she didn't think she would have her own space. <br><br>Her fingers worked off the dress, putting the combs down carefully on a shelf, her fingers caressing the pearls before she let the dress fall to the ground, leaving it there without a second thought as she moved forward and slipped into the pool, submerging herself, trying to not think about the fact that he was standing there seeing her nude body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Desires &amp; Elven Captive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 07:13:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was somewhat pleased with the way she seemed to enjoy this room, and he looked around it a moment, taking it in with new eyes.&nbsp; Perhaps, he would ask her to redecorate a few rooms, she might enjoy doing so, and it would give her something to do he thought she might enjoy.&nbsp; <br><br>When she shrugged at him, rather then nodding, and asking him to leave, he was surprised, and it left him a bit off balance.&nbsp; For a moment, he paused to consider the best way to react to that more ambiguous answer and decided to simply go with his desires.&nbsp; Her early reaction to being nude in front of him had made him think she wouldn’t take this well, but after a moment’s reflection, he realized this was a good thing, it showed a greater measure of trust from her.<br><br>So, he watched her as she undress, his eyes drifting over her lovely body, and finding he found her very attractive, and very enjoyable to look upon.&nbsp; Then as she got into the water, he carefully gathered up her clothing, and hung it on a hook.&nbsp; He then knelt at the water’s edge.&nbsp; “Lovely Princess, my previous consorts were completely willing, your situation is more complex, and I find myself wishing to be gentle with you.&nbsp; So, unless you invite me to join you, make it clear in some manner that you wish me there, I’ll wait until you’re finished for my bath.”<br>
			</dd>
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