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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 2, 2010 21:35:22 GMT 2
The expression on Gwyndars face echoed only the solomness of his pledge. As a Dragon Rider he was a trained warrior, capable of taking on a younger fledgling and giving them the intense physical training that came with being a rider. His mentor had been only twenty seven when he took on the young boy who turned out to be Gwyndar. He was not much younger than the Dragon leader. By seven years the man was Gwyndars elder. Not much in terms of dragon years. Riders had been known to live exceptionally long lives; supossedly part of being bonded to such a magical creature. It was no small thing to have pledged his alliance to anyone other than the Dragon leader. Almost unheard of. But he would do it if it meant he could be in charge of his Queens protection. Siluth would go along with it; the beast he could feel was tiring of never settling down. Perhaps this way the beast could rest in one area for more than a couple nights. Not having to constantly up his roots and ignore it's instincts.
"Sir Gwyndar? That sounds so very odd." Gwyn mumbled, the hint of amusement in his voice. He could not imagine himself in anything other than the attire he wore daily; loose trouser slacks, metal chestplate and his weaponry and cloak. The robes that came with the nobility of night hood were for definate not for the nomadic man. No, he would stick with what he knew, there would be no reason for otherwise. "As long as I am first on call to protect you, my Queen. I need no more."
Yet the mention of the council being informed so early; first thing the next day. It caused a small shiver of fear to coarse through the spine of the enormous man; causing him to hold a little tighter to his little woman.
It felt good to think fo her like that. 'His little woman'. Of course he would never call her that. That would undermine her authority as a Queen; even if it meant little to the rider. He had never conformed to any sort of authorative figure other than Rider Cvmat of course. "Your council I am sure will not appreciate the introduction of me into their society. I am neither noble, nor a citizen of Samarid before now. Will your pledge be enough to ensure I am the one in charge of her majesty's protection?" He asked softly, taking hold of either side of the little womans head and turning it so he could look into her eyes.
"I want to know I am the one in charge of your welfare." His voice was serious, giving her face a slight shake as he studied her features. Documenting mentally every single nook and cranny on her skin. Every little change of shade, the height over her cheek bone, the delicate shade of pale that covered her tiny body. If anything were to happen to her, if he let someone else be responsible for her lack of protection they too would meet their end like all the others before him. "I want to keep you safe." He added, listenening with a small hint of amusement as she finalised her choice. He was her rider. Forever. He would never be able to denouce his loyalty on his own. Only with the Queens release would he stop protecting her. <"I will do all I can to ensure you are ptorected. I am not the priority. But the longer Im alive the longer I can protect you; it feels like a much needed inscentive."> The small twitching smile on his face was all it took for him to lean down once more. Taking only a moment to kiss her beautiful lips.
Slowly, he moved his lips to ghost gently over her cheeks, her forhead, her eyes, her chin. Taking a final chaste kiss before standing upright. Wincing once again as the small internal spasams began in his chest again. The biggest problem with his injury was that 'though the pain subsided after a while, it always returned.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 2, 2010 22:41:01 GMT 2
The expression that touched his face allowed Silisia, Queen of Samarid, to trust the Rider's intentions. While five nights ago the rider's pledge was nothing but an unthinkable fiction. It was hard to believe how much had changed over the last while. She had feared that the time between their visit had been too long and the rider had lost all affection for the her. She looked up at him, confusion still evident in her eyes. Even a few moments ago, the rider had been intent to push her away, until she had confessed her feelings. A small flicker of realisation crossed her face. All tension of doubt left her. She could trust that his intentions were good.
"Not fond of that prospective title, Rider?" she teased fondly. She herself could barely imagine the rider in finery, suited to the nobility that had hunted him. Although, he could certainly do with a good quality cape that would replace the one he had torn for bandages for her wound. "You will be," she assured adamantly. "I will make sure you take the room next to mine, and that you shall always be at my side when it comes to battle." His insistancy touched her. The smallest of smiles touched her lips, and her eyes twinkled in happiness.
She felt his grip tighten as she spoke of her council. Surely he understood that the sooner the council accepted it the sooner he could roam the lands of Samarid freely; the sooner he could be close to her without suspicion and disgrace coming to the queen.
A small knowing smile touched her lips at his trepidation. "You'd be surprised," she said softly. "Our country is at a disadvantage in this war, Gwyndar. The elves have remained stonily silent and our borders are not protected by mountains and forests as Sanglant's are. I think they'll welcome you into our midsts, especially when they learn how you saved me from most certain death." She smiled mischievously. If she emphasised the truth a little, his galantry would most certainly impress the council. She would of course skip the parts where the rider had mistrusted and pushed the queen away. "You..." she began but her voice was quickly pushed away as he grasped the side of her face. She looked up into his eyes, confused.
She flinched as he shook her, a slight fear growing. His insistance scared her. Of course he knew little of her past and her history with forceful men. But his slight shake was nothing but good willed intense affection, which was confirmed with his words. She took a deep breath, allowing herself to relax. "You will be the only one in charge of my protection, Gwyndar," her voice was soft, and gentle, but remained insistant. "You're the only one I'd allow to take care of me." It was true. Although she had a designated guard, she always managed to allude them. The council themselves had found frustration with this and had been investigation ways in which they could insist that the queen remain safe. Here was their answer, standing in all his glory above the small queen. An intimidating defence he was indeed. She was pretty sure many woman in the court would appreciate his presence too. She would have to make it clear that Gwyndar only held alligance to her, and she could not garentee that other people would remain unharmed by his hand. Even if this was just to satisfy the queen that no other woman would gain his favour.
<"You are my priority Gwyndar,"> she insisted softly, her eyes searching his, desperately. If only he would see how important he was to her. She took in a sharp breath of surprise as she found him touch his lips to hers. Finally the wall between them fell.
She kept her eyes closed as she felt his lips move over her face. She became very aware of his whole body. The way he dipped to kiss her, how close his god like body was to her. She quickly responded as she felt his lips touch hers once more but with regret, she allowed him to move away.Yet, she still kept her eyes closed, living the previous moment.
She allowed her eyes to slowly open as she caught a glimmer of his wince.He was still injured. And now she would not hold back to heal him. She gently put her hand to his chest, almost seductively. <"You can't protect me if you're injured."> It was a statement, rather than anything else. She closed her eyes, and her mind fell into his body. She quickly located his injury, but hestitated as she listened to the strength of his heart. She had not encountered such a powerful heart. Perhaps it was because of his connection to his dragon. she gently pushed the ribs back into place and allowed the pulsing of unformed magic to heal it. She opened her eyes, and searched his for any anger.
"We don't need to stay here," she said, her voice still soft. "I can smuggle you into the palace. I brought the horse outside for you and have a cloak and something to hide the bottom of your face in its saddle bags." It was more of a question than a command. If he wished to remain in the wilderness until she had spoken to the council, it was his judgement and she would trust it.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 2, 2010 23:48:17 GMT 2
Breathing a sigh of relief at the knowledge that he would be the only one in charge of the protection of the queeen Gwyndar finally let the smallest of smiles grace his features. there was a gglimmer of hope in his eyes as he imagined the future ahead of himl finally not one that would be spent in a day to day lifestyle. He could plot out days, months even ahead of times. Never having to worry that his days were numbered and that every time he closed his eyes he would be ambushed from the heart of the forest. He was relieved that he would be so close to the woman but the idea of living in the palace? it was so surreal Gwyndar would himself struggling once again to imagine it in his mind. What would happen to Siltuh after all? the beast would need to be close to rider for fear of either being ambushed seperately.
Gwyndar was living proof that seperation could probe fatal to riders and their dragons. If he was to go anywhere near the palace he would need to have somewhere that his dragon could be accomodated within a close proximity. that way where there to be any danger he would be able to get in touch faster than if he were situated somewhere in the stables, or even high upon the mountains. The closer he was to his Dragon, the safer Gwyndar himself would feel.
He fell silent as he watched the beautiful woman. Little did she know the little things about her made him weak the most. The slight turn of her head had him reeling with affection. The smallest of smiles had him melting at the very thought of being the cause of scuch an image. So there was much suprise when he heard her thought whisper into his head once more, followed by a sensation that could only be described as pure magic.
He could feel her inside him, while all the time seeing her physical self in front of his towering figure. Slowly, he could feel the skitting together of the remains of his broken ribs. the puncturing of his lung and the pressure behind it that it had caused vanishing with as much of a flash as a blink of the eye. He took a deep shaking breath and his hands found their way to the womans shoulders; gripping in both fear and excitement. Never before had he been touched by such pure magic. Experienced the warmth of being healed this way.
With witches and other healers it was very professional. clinical in their work. Making sure that everything was done properly. No heart.
Silisia had quite literally touched him in ways he had never thought possible. "Amazing ..." He whispered breathless, eyes wide in awe at the feeling he had experienced.
He felt a small niggle of loss when the magic stopped, yet he could physically feel the difference inside his chest. Taking a deep breath he was marvelled to find there was no small twinge of pain. It was something that over the past month had constantly been a burden upom his shoulders. He had to be sure that every move he made would not compound the fracture even more than it had been already. <"Thank You ..."> He whispered, their secret conversations surly becoming something of a second nature. It was almost a chore to move his lips to form words to the air.
"I do not think I would be welcome within your home; even hidden i would look far too suspicious. An intruder. I cannot protect you Silisia if i am under scrutiny for acting like a convict." He smiled softly at the Queen, a cheeky expression on his face as he thought to the idea of riding on the dark beast he had saw outside. "And if I am to make an entrance; should it not be with siluth?" The joke was so foreign to the riders mouth that he looked up to the ceiling, the formation of laughter on his tongue. Instead he gave but a sngle huff of a laugh that would pass as an interested confirmation.
"I would not wish to remain within the forest in your land. I do not know the land. I would be at risk of the native people finding me." He added with a curious look. It was caught between worry and contemplation. Would he to stay overnight in the forest itself alone he would surly be found without knowing it. Back in Stryklak he knew the lands better than he did his cve. Back there he could tell when the simplest thing was happening but a mile away. "Tell me. Would i be safer within your company even without introduction Silisia. i do not want to be known so soon. I still feel your armies would be quick to jump at the chance of having my head as a trophy."
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 3, 2010 12:32:55 GMT 2
At his breath of relief and the small smile on his lips, Silisia threaded her fingers through his. <"I did not realise how much this meant to you,"> she thought vaguly amused. She had been at the demands of many men, but all sought out their own fame when they sought to protect her. She trusted that his motives were more pure. Little thought of his dragon had touched her mind. She had to think of quarters where him and his dragon could be close. It was more important than him being close to her. With a sigh of defeat, she looked past him, wondering how their reality would work. She knew that her dreams would never work. It was futile to even think of the world that would never exist. He would never grace her chambers, for he had a duty to his dragon first. She looked at him, a small sadness touching her mind.
Yet, he would still be close. Far closer than the mountains of Maldragua. He would be in her kingdom, in courters once built for the elves' dragon riders of old, when the peak of teh elvish and Samarid alliance had been at its greatest. The city itself had some parts carved out of the mountains and high above were great elaborate rooms that could hold the rider and his dragon. It was beautifully cut from white marble and a staircase led straight into the palace. From that vantage point, the riders could survay the city. It was the perfect offensive position. And yet, it was far from her room. She remained silent, and buried her face in the nape of his neck for a moment, breathing in his exotic, untamed smell. She closed her eyes, and for a moment enjoyed the comfort he brought. She pulled away after a moment, her eyes guarded.
A small smile touched her lips as he spoke, and she fondly touched her hand to his face. She regarded his surprise with a vague amusement. <"I'm afraid your pride caused you some unnessesry pain,"> she mused goof humouredly. He had refused twice that she had healed him. She was scared that he would retaliate for healing him now, but he hadn't. Instead his wonder surprised her. She had known many sorcerers to have learnt ways to heal without any personal connection. They covered their traces of magic and put their patients to sleep. Sil had never bothered to learn that. No one allowed her to heal common people, and had only allowed her to heal herself. Of course, she had neglected to mention that he was one of the few people she had ever healed other than herself. Occasionally she healed soilders who were too far gone to appreciate her healing in times of war when healers were too few or too far away.
She pouted like a small child as he pointed out the truth. He pointed out a valid fact. She could not afford to portray him like an intruder, especially if she disappeared in the middle of the night only to return with a dark, mysterious man. They would automatically think worse than a convict. "They won't view you as a convict," she said, not voicing defiance. "They would... they would think I was taking you to my chambers... to bed you." She blushed and looked away. The court was always full of scandel. A woman could not even look at a man without others thinking that their intentions were of another nature. She smiled at his next words, but took another moment to look at him. Being shy was not one of the powerful queen's strong points. She had always been outright to the point with little care of what others thought.She glanced up at him, the red hue still echoing on her cheeks. "I agree. An entrance on Siluth would be far more encouraging for the council to agree, and the people would most certainly appreciate the show."
She met his cheeky expression with one of her own, and looked at him from out of dipped eyelashes. A geniune smile stratched across her lips at his huff of a laugh. She recognised that the man had probably had little to be happy about for a long time.
She frowned at his words. He was right. The forest was far too dangerous. Not only did the army do regular patrols, thieves often hid in the woods. She doubted that they'd be any match for the rider though. The patrols were small. Five men at the most and half of them were almost asleep. No one thought that there would be any threat so close to the capital so soon. It was the patrols further out that were the most on edge and the most dangerous. She had feared that he would pass some on his way down into Samarid, but luckily he had not. she doubted they would recognise him without his dragon, but such a heavily armed man would not go without suspicion. She could leave him here, but in truth she did not want to leave him at all. She knew that the people inside the palace would be suspicious of her lack of return, however.
"I could stay with you here," she ventured, cautiously, her eyes searching his for a reaction. She traced her fingers down the torso of the giant man, with a look of girlish coyness. She let her hand drop, and took a small step backward. Her eyes danced across the scars that spoke of his turbulant past. She only had one scar that echoed any similarity to his own and that was the one where he had saved her. In contrast, her scar spoke of something that led to good. "There are some blankets in the saddle bags," she said softly. "I can go get them. There's also a storehouse down these passages with food." She looked at him, expecting him to tell her to return to the palace. She resigned herself that that would probably be the best plan of action. She would send word to him once the council had heard of his presence. Hopefully Siluth was close enough to be summoned. Yet, it seemed to cruel that they should part now, when they had at last been reunited.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 3, 2010 18:23:48 GMT 2
Gwyndar had never known such an unatural position to be in. In a strange land he was not bred and raised, pledging himself to a woman he had known but mere days and designing himself a future. It was simply unnatural. He could see himself within the palace walls; Siluth and him patrolling the grounds freely. The people he suspected; despite Silisias assurance of following her orders, would still dislike his presence immensely. Harbouring a foreign criminal in their midst, pretending that he was there by their acceptance. Gwyndar was not dumb enough to believe such a fantastic fantasy. But he would remain silent for the Queens sake. If he were to do anything rash it would be seen as a reluctancel of which it was farthest from.
<"I have too much pride; I know that."> He replied, keeping his thoughts clear from any other interuptions. He did not want her to find out so many things about his pride that would perhaps cause her to shuder in disgust. The man had done many things in his time.
With a hidden smile Gwyndar watched curiously as the tiny woman stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. It was a most peculiar expression that he had not seen on a grown woman before, on children perhaps. But never anyone over the coming of age. She looked abslutely adorable and far younger than her years. Yet his face soon fell as he was informed that he would not look like a convict, but viewed as something far different. A man of the night? The thought had not even passed through his mind. Why would they suspect their own queen of something like that? Should they not look up to her in a way they did not see themselves? that was how Gwyndar had always found his kingdom very distasteful. There was no respect. Even if he was one of the worst offenders.
"How could they think such a thing. Surly they value your Queenship far more than to think you would stoop to such a level. I have never heard such terrible assumptions." He said in shock, his face growing harder at the idea of the small Queen being subjected to such week minded subjects. So far he heald little in the way of respect for the intellect of the people of Samarid. "Silisia that would never be my intention. You deserve far more respect than such an atrocious arrangement." He said firmly, his eyes glazing over as he looked ahead of him. Images swirling in his mind of incidentaly how he would make sure his little Queen was respected. Starting with the men in her court. "Know i would never disrespect you silisia. My intentions are far above such a level."
The low level of his voice found the riders thoughts becoming less than of a civilised manor. He had images of him throwing men against walls, threatening them. Giving them true inscentives to respect the woman ruling their kingdom for fear of dire consequences. He could do it; and without a second thought he would. Where it not for that niggling thought of the queen seeing him in such times. He did not enjoy being seen as a monster by the woman he had trusted so dearly.
However, it would also mean that his introduction to the court would be less than welcomed.
He could not imagine his entrance going down well in the first instance. What would a little enforcing of his protective role do to add but the smallest ounce of fear into the men who obviously did not know how to care for a woman who was ambushed by such a poison that she need to seek out the help of a mass murdering dragon rider high up in the mountains of her enemies territory. "I will speak with him. He cannot go against my will; but it will be persuading his stubbourn mind to behave that will be the bigger problem." The gargantuan man exmplained. Honesty in each word as he described the beast he was forever forced to be lumbered with. "He has more of a distrusting mind than I. His first intention was to kill you on the mount, where your disapearance would be put down to simply falling from the cliff side."
there was no hint of joke nor of disgust at the idea. Gwyndar had accepted deaths close friendship with him many years ago. He could not think of it as something other than a conveniance and at the time it was a conveniance he could have afforded to fain. "It was only my assurance that I would deal with your intrusion that stopped him. He may not be willing to play nice with the people of your court."
the thought of Siluth being anything other than a mating obsessed, dark minded beast was laughable. He would never be a pet, walking around the children and keeping his tail in check. He would prefer to feel the blood spill into his massive jaws. "He will not harm you. But like myself, our loyalties do not lie any farther than that." With a warning finger pointed for emphasis the rider carefully watched to inspect the womans reaction to such an idea. He knew that perhaps she had wanted him to fight for her side. to be in alliance to the kingdom. He had not pledged himself to the queendom however. Only to the woman in his midst.
Yet still there was the matter of how he would enter the next morning and survive the night in the foreign land. Siluth would wonder where he had been for so long; worried if he was captured or something similar. The dragon and rider would need to have a truly lengthy conversation. That and he needed to inform him of the pledge he had taken for both of them. With a humorous huff Gwyndar realised how bruised he would be the next morning for acting so out of worts and not consulting the great beast that was almost a century old. Far older than the petty fueds he saw between countries. "I would not want to relieve you of your comforts my Queen. You shall not remain here in a cave when you would be expected back in your quarters." He said in a tone that conveyed his obvious unknowing of the workings of a royal lifestyle.
What he expected of her was that she was dressed and primped every morning. That everyone loved their Queen and that her lifestyle was only less pleasing to her because she didnt know anything different. The life of a commoner was far from perfect; his own life only an existance. He had no life to speak of. "But i shall also not remain here for the night. I have much to discuss with Siluth." He sighed heavily and hung his head. The dragon would definately not be pleased. "I said once and must do again. You left looking one way, and the same must you return. That beast you brought needs to be returned. Stable hands may question you leaving on one and returning with another. The less suspician i cause during this night the better." His thoughts were soley focused on the queens reputation.
until tomorow ... he had to wait. Until tomorow he would talk with his beast. Until tomorow he would lie just outside the castle gates, in full armour as he was found this night. Then he could be reuinited with his queen. Even if for the sole purpose of being away again to be with his dragon. "I shall remain close to your castle in the early morn. I shall look no different than how you found me today; Siluth shall remain in the sky's. Look for him. He will alert me to when you are ready to have me enter your life." He whispered, rubbing a heavy hand over her shoulder. He was no good at comforting. And he felt sad at the prospect of another goodbye. It felt too soon; too chaste. Like they were always going to be pulled apart by one thing or another.
"Do you wish me leave Silisa. I will return upon the sunrise." He asked openly, no sign of hurt or upset at the thought of being forced from her sight because of her court. things would change one day. He just knew that having waited so long; one more night would not kill him.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 3, 2010 20:46:33 GMT 2
Her eyes flickered over his face before she ducked her gaze. It was as though his admission to having pride was an admission to much more. However, she knew she was being paranoid. The closer she got to Gwyndar, the more she feared losing him. Opposed to many household thoughts, the queen's life was not governed by luxery but was manipulated by uncertainty and inadaquency.She knew what her father gave up to run the kingdom. He gave up the love her mother gave and even the joys of having a child. Silisia knew she was a disappointment. She was not a boy. She was a woman, weak and coruptable. She was a man's play thing. Her father had never dreamed that one day his subserviant daughter would run the kingdom.
Many men had tried to seduce the queen. But the downfall of her family at the hands of a greedy man had pushed Sil away from even the thought of looking for a potential husband. She bit back a grimace of disgust. She looked at him carefully. How could he even trust her? He knew very little of her history. He knew only what he saw. She pressed her lips together for a moment in deep thought. If he truly wanted to know he would find out. A sort of defensive stubborness entered her eyes. She regarded him carefully, wondering what was deifting through his mind. At times it was almost as though he was a million miles away. She sighed tiredly, and brushed a strand of her hair from her eyes.
She noted a great change in expression at her words.She sighed. While she had feared one reaction, she had got another. Suppose it was not too unexpected. She was merely use to men taking suggestions out of comments. She was relieved, albeit perhaps a tiny bit disappointed. She was not sure how to react to this type of man, who took offence to commonly accepted norms. Her eyes grew wide at his words and a small smile touched her lips. "It's ok, Gwyndar," she reasured him, placing a gentle hand upon his arm. "The people in the court have little else to do than gossip. They assume all sorts of things from everyone, not just me. Luckily, I have given them no reason to gossip."
She had thought very little of the court gossip, until he had addressed it in shock. She trailed her fingers up his arm, trying to distract him from those thought. She frowned at his next words and pulled her hand away as though she had been burnt. Perhaps they had missed each other's meaning. <"Atrocious arrangement? Does he think my company would be an atrocious arrangement? I thought... It does not matter."> She fumed silently, allowing her thoughts to slip. A kind of hurt touched her mind. She would never understand this man. She could not help but to look guardedly at him while he spoke, unsure of how to take it. While she appreciated him pledging to respect her, she could not help but to feel pushed away romatically.
She looked away, blinking away the intensity of her reaction. She should appreciate the rider's desire to protect her, but in this instance, she wished he would not. She ran her hand through her hair. She put a small, uncertain smile on her lips. A polite smile. "Thank you," she whispered grudgingly. She looked at him, her eyes full of questions. Her queenliness was washed away and all that remained was a simple woman, clad in expensive clothing. Her insecurities quickly rendering the function of the clothing to be pointless.
She nodded at his words. Of course, he needed his dragon to agree. A small feeling of anxiety touched her mind. What if the great beast declined? She flinched away at his confession. "Why did you not let him?" she asked curious. "I'm sure I've caused you a great amount of inconvience. And I bet my standing with your dragon has not improved." She regarded him, her eyes stoney and dark. She was not sure of how to approach this whole thing. Could she truly afford to grow close to a man who may not be able to stay in her company? She quickly moved her dark thoughts from her mind. She was just upset. hopefully, she had misunderstood his words. She regarding him carefully, taking a deep breath. ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂ
"Be assured that the quarters of the dragons and their riders are quite far up in the mountains," she said, her voice somewhat strained. "They were built in the days the Elvish Dragon Riders protected Samarid due to the alliance. He will not be bothered by people there." She tried to keep her voice neutral, but longing betrayed her.
She acknowledged his alligance was to her only. She could even accept that. "I understand, Gwyndar, and it's all I can accept," she said softly. A small, amused frown tought her face. "I would not mind losing the comfort of my quarters with you," she said softly. "But you have much to discuss much with Siluth." She gently touched his cheek as he hung his head. She nodded, resigned to his words. He was right. She could not afford to lose reputation just before she announced that Gwyndar had pledge his alligance to her.
She nodded to his words, not trusting herself to speak. She felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder and she gently touched her hand to his. She did not want to say goodbye yet. They had only just seen each other again. She looked down, her eyes betraying her sadness. "I do not wish you leave," she said softly. "But if you must go..." She dipped her eyes, for a second, then gently touched a tender hand to his face.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 3, 2010 22:47:20 GMT 2
"But to gossip about the Queen? Surly that is an unacceptable arrangement. They should not have such a disregard for your Queenly authority that they fear not the wrath of their ruler?" He asked confidently, wondering how anyone could ever disrespect their ruler so badly. Especially a Queen ruling alone. Gwyndar wondered how she could stay so calm at times like these, when war was immenant. "They should respect you." With a stern voice he spoke confidentaly "They will respect you."
Leaving not much room as an opening for further thought the rider tried to force the ideas out of his head over the enforcing of respect toward the Queen. He could not fathom how a Queendom could exist when the people did not respect not only their quee; but each other. "Surly there cannot be a good working society when respect comes second to gossip" He said, appal hinted within his words. Never one to gossip himself it was difficult to imagine how anyone could survive in such a lifestyle.
Yet the tiny fingers tracing up and down his arm sent goosebumps to thrill down his skin and make his spine buzz with electric shock. Stopping almost all thoughts from even forming in his head, giving the open thoughtwave even more room to breath. And giving him easier access to the pessimistic thoughts of the tiny woman. His tiny woman. <"Never sell yourself short like that my Queen. I am uncomfortable speaking of such activities with you but I am appalled that they would think me as a man of the night; aand that they would jump to such a thought about their own Queen. It is insulting."> He said hastily, leaning his head down and looking inteltly at her.
In not so many words Gwyndar found himself falling in love with the tiny queen. Falling for her charm, her honesty and how different she seemed to be compared to the stereotypical woman that had been portrayed around the country he had grown in. the lone queen, man hating and regally subserviant. Oh how wrong they had been.
Yet was he ready to be like that again? There had been a large gap between the time when he would want to be with a woman during the night and the time when he would rather sta away from them altogether. His record with woman had been apalling. Ending in pregnancy and mass murdering ending with rebellion and in the end; rejection by his own race. There was no way that he could see anything other than disapointment in the future were he to accept such a ... huge step.
And even then, who was to say that the Queen found him remotely attractive like that? Sure, she had told him how she felt, but still she couild be repulsed physically. He was gargantuan. Moreso than when he had empregnated that girl half a decade ago. Was he attractive still? Was he someone that would attract the wiles of a mate?
Was it called mate between humans?
<"I would not disrespect you Silisia. That is all I meant."> he said honestly, trying to catch her gaze with his. the darkness of his eyes an impossible shade of black. Something that had frightened his victims and caused him even more strife against his people. He looked the evil he became.
Still, his expression did not change even when she enquired after her causing trouble between the rider and dragon. They did things like this together; agreed plans/ Big plans anyway. Yet this was the first time that the rider had taken true initiative. "He will not be pleased but we are loyal to each other and I have given my riders pledge. He much comply." He said rationally. "And he has no qualms with you now. He is simply protective of me. To lose a rider is no laughing matter. In some cases Dragons are known to kill themselves over the grief. Similar with riders." He explained, moving one of the hands from her shoulder to her hair. Petting it gently. Comfortingly.
"I will not be an inconveniance to him. Neither of us are children. Siluth is almost a century old; he knows the impulsiveness of riders and their emotions. He has apparently failed in training me to ignore mine." He smirked, trying hard to comfort the obviously discomforted woman.
Still; as he listened to the accomidations for riders and dragons he found himself frowning. Was he not to be next to the Queen? Had he upset her so quickly? "As long as siluth is within close proximity then there is not question of my needing to be with him. We have slept many nights in different areas; simply needing to be close enough that we can be joined if the need arises my Queen." He said gently. In his own way trying to fix whatever problem he had made. "I do not need to stay so close; if you are worried about that then I will have no problem sharing quarters with Siluth. But I fear i will not be able to complete my protective mission if I am far up a mountainside simply to be with my Dragon."
<"What have I said my Queen?" He asked gently; forcing the question into the womans head without too much trouble. in retrospect it would be much easier for the two to keep in contact without alerting the other members of the court. They could plot; plan ... speak loving little nothings without so much as anyone blinking. <"Tell me what I have said and I will attempt to mend my ways."> He offered softly; his thoughts once more coming to a close. "I do not wish you to be put out my dar-"> Darling? Was he actually going to call her his darling Queen? How odd. <"-Queen. ... My Queen. i respect you far too much. Your comfort and your safety are my main priority."? Patting her hair back again the rider could not squash the hard difficult to swallow lump that had recovered from his throat.
She had such an impact on him. Such an affect that he himself did not know what was happening to him while she took control of his mind and body. There was no doubt that she could command her people; but someone like him? He had been so uncontrollable that it was a shock to the system. "I do not wish to leave. i do not however have the power to tell the time of night while being within a cave. I have no concept of time, nor how long you have been gone from your queendom and domain. i do not want you be in trouble for bypassing your curfew." He said with a huffed laugh. Trying to lighten the mood he had obviously ruined.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 4, 2010 13:59:01 GMT 2
"The balance of the court is quite fragile," she insisted. "As I am unmarried, all the nobel families are vying to gain my hand for the glory of their family. It's not disrespect. They fear that I have chosen a husband and it is not of their bloodline." She said lightly, a small sigh ringing on her lips. She would have to teach him much about the erratic nature of her wealthy subjects so that he would not offend them. the young queen did not have time to clean up his mess. Those with influence and power needed to be kept under control and they quickly found ways to rebel. "They respect me Rider, but they desire wealth and power more than that," she said whimsically. She had long abandoned her irritations with the frivalry of the court.
She shook her head in amusement at his words. "Do not waste your time and energy on the whims of the upper class," she said lightly. "There are more important things to do. When they are called to battle, they willl come, for their own reputation." She shrugged, and quickly put it from her mind. She gently touched his hand in reassurance. He would learn in time not to worry about the trivial nature of the court. He would also find that the ladies in waiting would find him very attractive. She would be surprised if a young woman did not find her way into his chambers in very inappropriate attire. She silenced a bought of self provoked jealousy. He was her rider, she need not fear that his attentions would stray.
She frowned as he replied to the thoughts she had not meant him to hear. But then a small smile of understanding touched her lips. He had thought that the court would think him to be a prostitute? She blushed in embaressment but was too self concious to set him right immediately. What would she say? No they will not think you as a man of the night but as my lover she teasted the words in her mind but found herself crawling away in embaressment from those words. No, she could not say that. She frowned again, playing the words over in her mind. she looked up to find him closer to her, his eyes intent. <"They would not think that you are a man of the night, my Rider,"> she thought lightly, trying to stop the light red from entering her cheeks.
She looked at him, observing the darkness in his eyes and the echo of sadness that had followed him for years. How she wished she could erase those years, and replace them with happier times. The smallest, tranquil smile touched her face. Her eyes slowly traced over his face. In the silence Silisia felt comfortable.
She looked up to him, allowing him to look at her. <"I appreciate it,"> she thought. Her light blue eyes did not shy away from the darkness of his. <"So long as respect does not dampen any other emotions."> Most of those who respected her, respected her too much to form any real affection for the queen. Their respect built a wall between them and elavated the queen to a very lonely level. She looked at him, pleading with him that that would not be their fate.
She nodded hoping that his words were true. A small smile touched her lips. The rider was quickly becoming the person she lived for. Something that allowed her to experience life. She looked at him, a small tenderness begining to grow again. Still, she feared that he would not join her. His pledge to his dragon came first. She could respect and understand that. She nodded somberly to his words. Of course, their bond was greater than any human could imagine. It was stronger yet than the bond of blood magic. She felt a twinge of anxiety. In truth, she could not live without him. The last five days he had echoed in her mind and from the corner of her eyes, she almost saw the broody rider waiting near by. He was in her dreams, and seemed to walk with her where ever she went. Her days echoed with her longing for him. She fely his hand move to her hair and a small smile touched her lips. Each time the rider touched her, she forgot how to breath. Her heart seemed to forget its rythme.
A silent smile touched her lips at his words. A small comfort encouraged her not to give in to her fears. "I am glad he did not," she said, smiling coyly up at him. If he had the dragon's views, she would probably be dead.
A small frown touched her brow. Perhaps she had been too quick to change her mind. Yet, she could not come between them. "I do not wish to come between you and your dragon," she insisted. "From the tales we have heard, dragons are their rider's world. I have looked after myself for many years now, Gwyndar. I will be fine if you wish to stay with your dragon." She looked at him, half hoping that he would insist to be by her. That everything would be fine. That he would stay by her not to protect her, but because he wanted to be in her company. She sighed, pushing the thoughts from her mind. His and his dragon's well being came first.
<"Forgive me,"> she responded gently to his probing thoughts. <"I misunderstood your meaning. I thought you viewed my... company as an atrocious arrangement."> She blushed and looked away. She would not blame him if he did not find her attractive. <You do not need to rectify anything. It is me,"> she said, embaressed. She smiled quaintly as she looked at him. She paused, a smile growing on her lips as the rider almost let slip his affection. She leant in, and placed a soft kiss upon his lips. <"Forgive me?"> she asked without pulling away. She allowed herself to linger awhile longer but pulled away after a moment. If he did find her unattractive in that sense, he would appreicte her touch. He was far out of her league. His body was that of an ancient god, sculpted and perfect.
Relief wound through her mind. He did not want to leave her. With a cheeky smile, she sat on the ground. The view was completely unregal. "Then stay, with me. My queendom can live without me for tonight. I'll accept what ever punishment they give," she allowed a small smile of amusement at his reference to her queendom. She had never thought of her land that way.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 4, 2010 16:04:15 GMT 2
"None have found your intrest of late I see?" He enquired, the bubbling of jealousy in his stomach attempting to gain the forfront of his emotions. She was his Queen. The posessiveness of the rider seemed almost uneccesarry as he found the jealousy focused more toward the idea of another man holding Silisa in his arms; despite the riders pledge.
Gwyndar wanted to be the one who held her, who kept her warm during the bitter cold that nights could bring. Be the one who protected her from the other men around the court; make her his own. But it was selfish to think that could ever happen. Gwyndar was a rider but he was a commoner. Less than such he was a nomad. homeless and without family. He had not heard of his mothers existance since he left his home at the young age and his father he believed to have retreated to the elven city as he always threatened he would.
Was it so selfish that he wanted to hold onto his Queen so tightly that he forget she did not belong to him? He belonged to ehr. He was hers. She was the authority. How could she ever be with him the way he wished. They could never wed, nor be seen as the lovers he so dearly wished. No. If they were to do such a thing her reputation would be destroyed. She could not have loyal followers anymore. Lest she denounce her throne.
and that he would never let her do.
But oh how he wished their lives were not drawn so far apart. Even now it ws difficult for him to see himself as anything more than her warrior. Someone to protect her and keep her safe. Even if that meant he would keep her safe for the benefit of her inevitable king. <"My emotions are my emotions. Fantasical at best. I know the rules that come with vying for the attention of a Queen. Nobelmen and men of wealth are your concern. I am but a penniless Dragon rider. What emotions reality must dampen may only be for my own protection."> He sighed mentally. Wondering if she too had realised that these moments of secret kisses; of secrets shared could only belong in a world other than theirs.
<"If the closest to you I may be in public is your warrior then so be it. I will not push my luck. When you find your king I will step back and let your life find its weave around his."> He added silently. the reluctance and small hiss in his voice with resounding jealousy unhidden. Let her see his jealousy at the men she could potentially wed.
Let her see his longing that she be his, as he was hers.
"you shall not come between Siluth and I. The bond of rider and dragon is beyond the physical proximity of space! I have spent many nights alone Silsia. What must I say to make you see how much i want to be close to you! Not my dragon!" He said hastily. The slight gruffness of a roar at the back of his throat as the frustration pricked at his thoughts. The Queen should prioritise by her own wants. If he was to be displeased there was no question of him telling her. He feared no reprocussions of his words.
"If i had the choice I would spent my nights by your side; not in a room paralell to yours. I would not spend my nights in a mountain cave when the option of being with you has been laid afront of me." The quick flash fof his volitile temper flared up and it took longer than expected for him to take deep breaths once again.
That had been what he feared. Becoming angry against the beautiful woman. Detailing his upset in a way which made him look mad once more. Jealousy was not an easy emotion to control. <"You are forgiven for letting me become out of line. For that is all i have to fault you with."> He sighed. Feeling her pull away and letting his reluctance be known. Only finding that it too was pulled from his as the beauty that was the tiny Queen assured him that her Queendom would survive a single night without her, sitting on the floor to only further her point.
"then I am obliged to accept the orders of my queen." He said, bowing from the head as he put a hand out to her. If she was to stay he would be assured of her comfort. "Let us retrieve the blanket from your horse and be sure that they are settled for the night also. Thieves i fear will not think twice to steal a royal mount."
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 4, 2010 18:24:45 GMT 2
Her eyes twinkled mischeviously as the rider spoke. "I'm afraid only one has caught my eye," she whispered. She stopped for a moment, gaging his reaction. "He's tall, full of self damning pride.." her sultry voice trailed off and she moved closer to him. "...He has dark, wild hair..." she lifted her hand to his hair, trailing a finger through it. "... and the darkest eyes. And for all his calousness, he has the softest lips." She smiled triumphantly and gently placed her lips upon his, stealing a forbidden kiss. The queen enjoyed being the occasional tease, and hoping he was jealous drove her to tease him.
She knew little of what their fate would be. She knew the court would not accept a commoner becoming a King, but she did not believe that they could never be together. The queen had long begun to plan out her fantasies. She believed, however, that perhaps it was too early to make such a commitment. Yet, deep down, she knew what she truly desired and she would stop at nothing to get it. She would work on ways that Gwyndar would win the hearts of the people, so that they'd accept him. Surely it would be encouraging that the kingdom was protected by a dragon rider king. All their enemies would surely fear invading the country with the king only a few wing beats away on his dragon. If that would not work, she would give up her throne. Being happy was worth more than the power of being the sole ruler of a country.
She looked at him intently, her confusion playing in her eyes. His words seemed to leave much to be desired. Did he not want to be with her? <"Gwyndar, stop pushing me away,"> she thought, sadness echoing on her thoughts. <"I want to know how you feel, what's going on through your head. Will you not grant me the priviledge of being treated like a normal person?"> She regarded him, her gaze steady but remained soft. She gently reached out to intwine her finger in his just as he spoke his next words. Surprise sprung to her face, followed by a frown of frustration. Why was he speaking of a king? He spoke as though she was going to find herself another man. But her reaction was softened by his tone.
The subtle hiss of jealousy curled around her, and she took comfort in it. He would not need it, however. The devious queen had already set a plan of her own into action. <"Hush,"> she commanded. <"This king you speak of will not replace you. Any other man who would come, would come out of greed. I do not wish that for myself when I have the chance at real love. When I have the chance to be with a man to whom I can speak with without uttering a word. A man whom saved my life and then pledged his to protect me."> While her voice started out in a fiery annoyance, it faded to a tender longing. Why could he not see that she's give up this world for him? She frowned, her irritation rising, twisted in her longing for him.
How could she convice him that the thing she wanted in the world most was to be entwined in his arms, and to be able to talk through the street openly with him on her arm? She looked at him balefully. If only he could understand. If only he wanted to understand. Perhaps she was just acting like a spoilt child. There were very few that had refused her requests, or evaded as the rider was doing.
Her thoughts fell flat as he spoke. His frustration seemed to finally give Silisia the answers she wanted and more. Wide eyed, she regarded him. She even saw past the anger that was brewing in the riders voice and her eyes soared with happiness. She could imagine falling asleep in his arms, and waking up still safe and protected in the Rider's arms. He would be thje last thing she thought about as she fell asleep and the first thing in the morning. He would truly be hers. She couls imagine spending each waking moment with the rider close by, with no fear that he's leave her.
"Those words are enough for me to see that," she purred softly, moving closer to him. A small, sultry smile echoed on her lips. He wished to be close to her. The thought sent great happiness through her. "So much so that you shall spend the nights by my side," she said, admantly. He would not not allow him to be granted this. Even if it meant that she would make her way into his room at night and climb in next to him. There were many hidden portals in the castle, And Sil was sure she could make her own one in between the rooms. That was only if the rider refused the chance of becoming her husband and becoming her king. Or if he refused her denouncing her throne for him.
<"You are not out of line, Gwyndar. I expect you to be honest with me,"> she said, hoping that he would understand how desperately she wished for an honest connection with another person. She frowned at the offered hand as she sat. But his words made sense. She nodded in agreement and took his hand. "I will go get them," she said, reluctantly taking her hand from his. She turned and quickly made her way through back to where they came in. She glanced at his wounded hand, annoyed to see that it had sealed itself. Opening it up again with magic crossed her mind but she quickly abandoned the idea. It was too easy to make a cut too big with magic. She slipped out her dagger again, and reopened the tender flesh. She flinched as the knife made its incision. Gingerly, she placed her hand on the stone which opened and allowed the queen through.
She quickly found where the horses were standing. They looked up in surprise as the queen made her appearance.Taking the reins of both of them, she lead them back to the stone archway and a touch of her hand made their entrance possible. The echo of the horses hooves rung off the stone passage. Finding an empty room, she created light for the two horses and sent them in. She quickly set about tacking them off and placed their saddles and bridles in the corner of the chamber. This chamber too had a pool of water and the queen's stallion quickly moved to get a drink. She smiled and took the onyx horse's saddle back to the room where she and Gwyndar had been.
She had not bothered to check whether he had followed her or not. She suspected he may have. Putting the saddle bags gently on one of the stone surfaces, she rummaged through the bag to find a rolled piece of parchment. "Do you remember I offered you a reward for healing me?" she continued without waiting for his recognition. "Here is your official nobility seal. It is custom for those who save nobility's lives to gain the status of a noble. It has been done several times before. You have also inherited land of a noble who died in battle who had no family to take over the land and wealth. She become deadly serious. "I have been abused by men who desire all my life. Please humour me that for once I will have a man who will truly care for me."
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 4, 2010 21:29:52 GMT 2
Head held high Gwyndar listened to the description of the man who had sucessfully caught the queens attention. It didn't make sense. He had thought she had feelings for him, not for some other man? Jealousy raged through the riders mind as he listened to her description. With each new image she created he found her moving closer and closer to him. Her hands raking through his hair before she became close enough to gently kiss him. The final words causing a blaze of agonising jealousy to tear through his chest. There was no mistaking the emotion that had been the main instigator in all his womanly troubles.
Had that meant it had been another man she was describing? Or had she meant him? In all honesty he did not see how his physical appearance could strike anything other than fear into the hearts of others. For Silisia to find him attractive? It was just so difficult to imagine that there was confusion lining every jealous thought that had entered the mans head. Still; he would not be the one who would ruin a moment that would probably last only mere moments. The two were no couple. These were secret kisses, forbidden touches. Illegal fraternisations.
things like this would be short lived for the two. Due to their diverse lifestyles if felt strange to even imagine a life where the two of them could truly be together the way it seemed that they both desired. Their chaste meetings proving just how controvertial their secret was. Gwyndar had no intention of lettin g the queen have an easy life with another man. He did not want to know that under his care she could be lying with a man at night that was not him. Someone that would see her for all that she was. all that Gwyndar knew she was.
Gwyndar hated kings.
Still, her mental plight only made the rider sigh. Her fantastical idea of life seemed to be one where they could be together even though it was an impossibility. Their positions in life had prevented their paths from crossing in more pleasant circumstances and it would prevent them from having the life they truly wanted. He did not want her to give up on him; but her position was far above his own feelings.
So let this night be one that he would hold close to him. Keeping him sane during those nights when he was to protect the tiny woman; more fragile looking than he knew she truly was. It sent his mind soaring at the potential prospects of her words. Did she know of a secret meeting place? Did she know of a way he could remain by her side without the pesterings of the court? He had no idea as to how the inner workings of the castle were planned. He simply hoped that the Queens idea of being together were more reflective of his.
Watching silently as she left to go take care of the horses and retrieve the blankets he silently waited until she had left the domed room and stepped to his side to pick up one of the lighter swords. Long thin and white they were the easiest to carry and silent when slicing through the air. If he was to take his role seriously there was no question of his following her.
Silently he stepped into the corridor just as she sliced her palm again to open the side of the mount. He mentally cursed for missing the obviously painful experience. If he could have stopped her ...
Still he stayed silent; lowering his posture in a threatening position. Ready to attack anyone that be lurking around the area. Anyone that could potentially harm Silisia. That was after all; his pledge.
Yet as he reached the entrance he found the wall sealing him inside once more. The darking overcasting the corridor with the gust of wind and lack of magical beign to fuel its light. If Gwyn had been another the darkness would have distressed him. Yet it only made him more assured of his offensive position. Turning around he marched back - careful not to scrape his head on the ceiling - and stood in the center of the domed room. Sil would cry for held if she needed it ... he would hear her. Find a way out.
As he stood in the middle of the domed room, next to the bowl of water he listened. Watched as the light in the corridor flicked back on, listened as the trotting of what he observed to be horses hooves echoed through the stone walls and waited patiently. Sword still in hand until he saw her enter from another room. Something he had not notived before then. Apparently he would need to be alot more vigilant in his observations while around the Queen. But she was just so beautiful. The dress she wore now that she had been absent now seemed far more alluring. Or was it the promise of beign together that made her all the more enticing?
Listening closely as she spoke of the reward for saving her life previously He remembered of course; but he also remembered that he had insisted on no reward being given. He needed no measures to prove he had done such an act. He was loyal enough to never need anything so frivilous as documentation of his actions. So as she handed over a document containing his nobility status? Surly not ...
Taking the document from her he opened the paper slowly, reading from the top and listening to her description. Land ... wealth ... status. It had been everything he never had in his entire existance. He was to fain this simply for cauig the Queen a painful recovery from a poison? Surly not. "This cannot be true." He mumbled, eyes wide in shock yet each word he read only brought more honesty to the idea. She had given him status? Had she planned this? "Did you plan this?" He asked atonished. Looking back to the beautiful woman and dropping the paper. It was meaningless to him. He cared not for the land nor money.
As long as she would vouch for his status then; perhaps he was jumping to conclusions. But all he could think was that b eing among those people would mean he would be able to be with her longer. More intimately than simply as a commoner.
with a short 'ha' he rushed toward the tiny woman and with arms larger than her waist he pulled her up and spun her around quickly. Holding her close to his chest and letting out short humoured breaths. He was excited at least. He was able to touch her; hold her ... kiss her. And he did so, swooping in and giving her fast peppered kisses along her cheek and jaw line. He was just so happy. <"I think ... I love you."> He said gently, his face lightening more with each passing thought.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 4, 2010 22:32:23 GMT 2
Silisia was surprised to find that her words had almost no affect on the rider. She had expected him to respond to her coy teasing. Her words could not possibly be so cryptic that he had missed that she meant him. She looked at him curiously, her eyes tracing his dark features. His reaction had caused her to build up her walls again. She kept in her thoughts the man who kept pushing away, shutting her out. The man who had distrusted her mercy and she was sure he would distrust her love. Her love? The thought washed over her. How could she possibly think of loving a man who continually found reasons why they could not be together? She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated and upset.
She regarded him carefully, her eyes filled with an unspoken confusion. Had he any idea of the effect he had on her? His bronzed sculpted body lured her in, but his anger pushed her away. Here she was, torn between two plans of actions. She was happy and upset all at once when she was around him. Upset that he knew social conform would never allow her to be with a commoner. yet, the thought of a dragon rider being a commoner astounded her. The majestic riders and their beasts were far more noble than most of the frivalrous people who wandered the lengths of the palace. They had not earned their right to wealth and power and neither had the queen. If the only thing she ever had that was real was him, it would be enough.
Yet her queenship came at a price. She rode out with her men into battle. Blood echoed in her thoughts as she was reminded of the dead bodies that fell at her feet. The agony of the knife between her ribs had been real enough for her. But if life only echoed the reality of suffering, there was no real point to living. Shadows of people had walked her courts, driven to echoes of people by the need for undeserved wealth. She looked at him sadly, only wishing that he would see her for who she was beneath the layers of expensive fabric and titles.
She looked at him, exasperatedly as he sighed at her words. No words came in reply. She knew he did not agree with her as much as she wished she did. How much longer could she take the stubborn rider's refusal to see her for her? She pouted grudgingly, her eyes alight with a hardened fire. Her shoulders spared and she looked like a lioness ready to pounce.
Perhaps she could let it go. Tonight they had the world to themselves. She could feel his arms around her with little other thought. She hoped, perhaps that tonight he would see her as a normal human being. Somone who felt as intensely as the people of lesser status. That he would see her for her. She wanted nothing but for him to touch her like she was just a woman in his presence. She only wanted him to hold her and be with her and only her... for the rest of her life. Would ever see her in that way? See her as his companion not his queen. She wanted to be his equal. The thought of having to hide behind guises of secrecy.
As she returned she was surprised to see the sword in his hand. She eyes him carefully, hoping that the sword was not a change of mind. She smiled softly, running her eyes over his well formed body. She could almost not help herself but to stare openly at the rider. Biting her lip softly, she moved toward him.
"Believe it, Sir Gwyndar," she whispered softly and seductively. She ran a finger down his chest and dipped her eyes cheekily. A small naughty smile touched her lips. "Yes, I might have. I knew I wanted to keep you by me, and this seemed to be the only way," her lips pulled into a happy smile which faded as he dropped the paper. Confused, she looked at him. The paper was a conformation of his status to all thos who enquired or dounted it. She still held a ring in her hand. It was a dark silver and had a flat ruby in it. Engraved into it was his seal. A dragon. She thought it was fitting. But she did not have time to give it to him.
The rider rushed at her and her eyes grew wide with surprise. Laughter echoed from her as she found herself being picked up and swirled. And wrapped her arms around him and she could feel her skin press up against his torso. Her heart beat wildly against her breast and she was sure he could feel it. Bliss was all she could describe what she was feeling as as he kissed her. But his words were the biggest shock of all in his change of attitude. She looked at him, her joy moving into an intensness. She had never felt this way before about anyone. She stopped, and pulled his hand toward her and gently slipped the ring onto his finger. It sung to her: She could be with him. She could return his affections. <"I...I love you too,"> she replied, surprised herself. She tried to move as close as possible to him.
Placing her lips on his neck she began placing gentle kisses up his neck, and before she reched his lips, she pulled away. "We can be together," it sounded more real if she spoke the words. She could be with him. He could share her bed. He could share her life. He could share hers. With a grin of triumph, she kissed him, not a chaste kiss, but a lingering one. <"I love you.">
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 5, 2010 19:28:03 GMT 2
"You clever woman." He chuckled softly, keeping the tiny woman locked in his arms, shifting simply so that she would be more comfortable than simply dangling from the waist. He enjoyed the way she found her arms around him, locking even more of herself to him. And giving the rider something even more enjoyable to think of. "Beautiful, sart and cunning. What a combination." He added, shaking his head and halting his spinning with the tiny woman. "And for now; all mine." Very uncharacteristically the rider let a one sided smile touch his face, illuminating his features in a way which caused even his eyes to brighten.
It was the first time in many years the the rider had any excuse to smile. The last real moment of enjoyment had been a night of intoxication, nothing truly as meaningful as this moment. The way he felt for the Queen was completely out of line and while he was much taller and stronger she was his elder. He was her young lover.
One that now would not have to hide in the shadows to show he was vying for the attention of his queen. He was no longer far beneath those who courted her. He could publically vy for her attention and attempt to court her in the way everyone would have expected of him. "And no-one can have any qualms. Not enough to stop us anyway." He said certainly at the idea of them being together. The castle would be a big place and it would be full of people. He had no intention of being alone in such a place, lest there still be those who were unaccepting of his position and his past. But in the company of the Queen he could be assured and safe. Much as he would keep her the same.
"I just guess i'm going to have to get used to wearing more clothes now." With a sly smirk he brought his mouth just below the Queens ear, letting his breath whisper across her skin. "That is of course, unless I get a direct order from my Queen. Then I simply have to comply." His low rumbling chuckle was followed simply by him moving the two of them toward the neglected sadle bags; keeping one arm around the tiny woman and using the other to reach inside the bags to retrieve the blankets. The one comfort the Queen would have during the night.
Gently he moved to one of the stone benches the two had been seated on before and lay the blanket down, placing the tiny woman seated down on top of it. Seating himself down beside her, Gwyndar wrapped his arm back around her waist. Giving her enough toom so that she could adjust her position and even the blanket so that she would be covered from the cold room. Her bare shoulders and throat would make the room colder for someone not used to the cold of nature.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 5, 2010 20:46:17 GMT 2
His words set the queen's eyes alight with mirth. She felt him shift her position, so she wraped her legs around him. the change in him was unbelievable and the queen almost thought she was dreaming. She reached her hand up, and brushed his cheek softly. "I am not queen of Samarid for nothing," she said, amused at the rider's affection. However, his complement brought a soft rouge to her cheeks. She found herself acting like a young girl in his arms. She could think of nothing other than his touch. Everywhere where she felt his touch, it was like a shock. A pleasurable shock that finally brought the queen back to the joy of living. She looked at him as he spoke again. "Just for now?" she questioned softly. <"It does not have to be so brief. I do not plan to let my attentions wander."> She gently trailed her lips down his chest and paused to look up and see his lopsided smile. The light of his eyes illuminated joy in her heart.
Everything seemed just right. It was as though her enture life had waited for this moment. "No, they won't," she purred softly. She looked him over, her eyes taking in the features of the man she could afford to spend almost every waking moment with. While he could pretend to court her, and night he would be completely his. The courting part would merely be to please the court. He had already won her heart. She had hated him the first time she saw him. No, she had been nervous of him. The first time she had seen him, she had been drawn in by his secret with he haboured under his cloak. The secret that would save her life, in more ways than one.
A small smirked touched her lips as he spoke next but it was quickly silenced by the breath of his whisper of her neck. She shivered in pleasure at his words. "Oh, thos orders might come. But I'd prefer to help you comply myself," she responded, trailing her fingers seductively down his body. She stopped just above the waist of his pants, her eyes twinkling cheekily. She slowly brought her hand back up as he reached for the blanket. "You'd look quite fetching in finely tailored clothes, my rider. However, not as appeasing as your current attire. But I'd rather keep that view to myself." She had never plucked up such honest courage before. Yet, around him, she felt she could be honest. He could never trust her if she could not speak her mind. She could not lose him over such a thing.
As he put her down on the cold stone now covered in the blanket, she gazed up at him with affection. As he sat, she automatically moved up close to him, and relished his touch. Gingerly, she placed her injured hand on his thigh. She could almost imagine them sitting in the throne room just like this. She did not want to cage him like that though. He deserved better. He deserved an uncomplicated life. But she wanted him. The dilema tore her. But she realised he would always have the first priority. It was up to him what he wanted.
<"We have a long day tomorrow,"> she thought, letting herself down. Fighting her impulses to push him away for what she percieved to be the good for him, she reached up to brush his hair from his face. She turned toward him, and gently kissed his jawline. She placed a few kisses along his strong jaw, before placing her lips on his. He would push her away if he wanted to. She held onto the. Her hand gently, and gingerly, traced her hand along his thigh. She barely felt the cold in his presence.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 6, 2010 15:31:31 GMT 2
"Fetching. Such an upperclass word." He chuckled, making an obvious regal impression of the stereotypical fat; balding old men that lounged around court rooms. It was such an odd expression on his face that Gwyn himself found amusement at his own actions. Such an odd idea. "If i had the chance i'd stay like this always." He said with a smirk; tensing the muscles in his arms and feeling as the veins jumped out to ripple across his upper body. Years of intense training with a dragon and evading armies and other warriors by use of parkour meant that the natural muscles that were usually underused on most people had finally been put to use. It meant that his height had been a part of his physical growth; giving him more ease when leaping from high buildings or simply from his Dragon.
It was a sight to be seen; watching the man leap and fall from tall buildings in the middle of villages and cities. Landing gracefully; running off walls and using them to elevate him highter. Once, making him able to climb a vertical face. A sight which had been entertaining not only for the rider.
Still the idea of having to move around the lands in proper clothing was less than appealing. They were heavy; difficult to train in and would more than likely cause him to rethink his fighting positions. Would there be more material around him if he turned? Would sleeves restrict his arms? Would be tear the clothing if he moved too fast when on Siluth? Would they tear on Siluth? He was not the smoothest of rides. "As long as I continue sparring with Siluth in more than what I have now then I am sure i will cope. I am sure the court could cope with that could they not?" He asked, smirking at the idea of the traditional nobles seeing him train half naked in the open air.
Though it was quite a spectacle, seeing a mean leap of a flying beast only to be dived by it while using the trees and mountaintops to avoid its thrashing claws and tail. Gwyndar never laid blade against Siluth when training however, for fear of really harming the great monster like he had the elders dragon. It was a real paranoia that he would harm his beast, if he did the guilt would be too immense.
Holding the tiny woman close as she moved to his side the rider used his free hand to trail his fingers over her hand, turning it over to rub the inside of her palm and seeing the newly opened wound. He frowned at himself for having let her harm herself for a second time under his presence. It was a neglect of his ability to stop her from being in pain. And he had to seriously rethink what he would have to do with her. Slowly and with great care to not cause her pain he brought the open palm up and kissed the center of her hand, rubbing the back of her hair with his arm draped around her shoulders. He would keep her safe. That he made a promise to himself.
<"We do. I will let you back to your castle in the morn while I find Siluth. If this thing here is anything like what I have with him I will be able to hear you from within about a mile, perhaps two."> his thought was nothing more than a whisper, tentatively keeping his arm around her as she kissed him. Letting him linger in the moment where he could literally taste the sweetness from her lips. The fragrance of her perfume and the simple deliciousness that was Silisia. Simple and sweet; almost like the overpowering sweetness of the first berry of the day.
With a small shift the rider let her hand drop as he used his to cup her cheek. She was just so delicately soft that it was difficult to remember how to do simple things like breath. His breathing was hitched and uneven. A build up of years of denying his needs and wants as a man. Years of refusing any contact with the female species and many years longing to find one to share his existance with. To have a life with. To have found her so suddenly was physically too overwhelming. <"Cant breath!"> He said in a slight panic; pulling away from her and resting his forhead against hers as he tried to refulate his uneven breathing.
with eyes closed and almost a pained expression Gwyndar felt the loss of connection. Painfully letting it wash over him. "Im sorry." He mumbled appologetically. He had not wanted to stop; yet physically he knew his own limits. "My head seems to be more able to cope than my lungs." He whispered with an out of breath chuckle.
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