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Post by Corothius Encinosa on Mar 7, 2009 16:16:18 GMT -5
It had been a very long day, and she was quite sure that if the horses found one more pit in the road to jounce the carriage wheels into, she would be permanently bruised. The carriage was, of course, suitable to transporting royalty, with cushioned seats and comfortable interior. But it was time that slowly wore away even the most stalwart patience. It wasn't exactly the proudest day of her life, either, and she was prone to being a little cranky under the circumstances. Today was a day unlike any other, the day when she was to move to the home of her enemy, and meet the man she would marry in only a week's time. Bartered like so much property, treated like a sack of gold coins to be traded in the interest of peace. And oh yes, she did sparkle, being coifed to look her very best. She was renowned throughout her land and others for her beauty, and today she was dressed to the nines, to impress and show what a true prize the country of Corione had won for itself. Adorned in crushed blue velvet, long flowing skirts and a low neckline designed to accentuate and display her C cup cleavage to its maximum effect. Honey blond hair curled into long dangling ribbons of silk that bounced alongside her finely-carved facial features. Lips painted a dark red, eyes highlighted with kohl, everything set just right. She was a vision to behold, though the look in her grey-blue eyes at the moment was not one to be trifled with. Emotions ranging from outright indignation to trepidation to simple discomfort ranged across her face as she glowered at the Kistrel diplomat who was her escort to the castle of the royal family of Corione. Completely ignoring for the moment the small servant girl who sat upon the seat next to her, hands folded demurely in her lap and short legs swinging slightly, feet not touching the floor. Then eyes closed, and a small , slow sigh escaped the Princess. It was like a nightmare. She was to meet the man she would marry, someone she knew nothing more about that he was a big soldier in his father's army... and that army had been days away from crushing her homeland. She had slender and delicate hands, long fingers with perfectly manicured nails. But they were currently clasped onto the fabric of her dress, fisted tightly in the velvet as if to draw comfort from it. She couldn't even see the border they were approaching, that the diplomat assured her they were close to arriving at, as the sun began to set. Curtains across the carriage windows protected her anonymity. It do for the common folk to know what precious cargo was transversing the land, though surely all had heard about the royal wedding to take place in one week's time, she thought wryly. Who was this... Crown Prince, she wondered, then straightened her back and perked up slightly as the clatter of hoofbeats beneath her burst into a cadence and rapport that indicated they had crossed from dirt roads to cobblestones. They had reached the border... and her new home. What a thought, with clenched teeth and mental gathering of thoughts. It would not do to show her discomfort, her anger. She must put on a good show, for her father, for her country, and for her own pride. She would not disgrace herself.
-Upon a hillock not far away from the border where the two roads were designated to cross generations in the past was mounted the crown prince whom many had heard tales of his epic battles upon the feilds in the recent battles of the ongoing war between the two kingdoms. Even now, below the hill where men of his legion had set up a breif camp for the night. The camp was his to view from the vantage point he held as her carriage merged into the cluttering crescendo of cobblestones below. The dignity of the carriages' drivers was noted, the infringments of fear already glistening within the mans' eyes notable even from this distance as warriors bred to kill, whos' blades had already massacred many of the drivers countrymen already. The tinge of fear thus entered the air, though the bearance of honor and fate in the codes of civility were being clung onto as soldiers leaning on their spears with the hang of their shields adorning the side of their bodies began to be passed as the carriage continued down the road. Squads of the legion had been sent to the very borders edge to await its' arrival. To ensure it entered his country under protection. It was also for the sake of honor, and display of chivalry that they stood in trained precision and attention. The remainder of his men spanned the borders open lands. Lands already torn and pillaged by the war. Splotches of earth were charred from fires, whilst across from him, on a distant hill a once thriving farmland was nothing but trampled earth, and crumbling walls that were black and lifeless. The trees in this area as well had been chopped down, and put to use for warfare purposes. Thus it was not the prettiest of sights. Unlike the carriage, and moreso the delicacy that was known to the princes eyes to be held within it. Despite the cold, heartless climate that was surrounding him, a life that had become well known to the young noble, the adorations for such a beautification in women was openly desired when they were within the splendors of the castle. Even now, the bronzed depths of his eyes were centered upon the carriage, spanning its' sides to seek a glimpse of the princess within whom would be bearing his heir, and every emotion of satisfaction and love that would be able to be drawn forth from within the hardened shell of the softer side of him deep within the confines of the battle-marred armorments that were being worn this day. Early in the morning there had been a breif skirmish, a last plight to kill him that had left some blood freshly splattered upon his armor, now a darkened stain of droplets and spilt life. It was a common sight to find on his men. A handful of which were mounted on gallant steeds beside and behind him. All of whom were armored as he was, ceremonial emblems and etchings chiseled into the heavy metal of their platings of armor that otherwise shimmered beneath the remaining splendor of light that was eminating from the distant horizon where a firey hue was in the skies, and that sizzling orb was sinking out of sight. Campfires were beginning to be lit up along the countryside by his men, and perhaps the warring one across the border. A truce had been called for a week whilst the marriage would be impending at its' end. And at that point the war to be called off, and peace finalized. The heels of his boots, leathered with attachments of plates of matching prestigious armor dug into the flanks of his steed which lifted it's mantle of long sable hair from it's residue of attention upon the earthen ground below where it had been seeking remnants of grass to munch upon. The steed cantered down the hillside with agile skill. The sound of heavily laiden horses pursued him as his men kept him company until the carriage was reached. His men at that point split up and circled it, ensuring there would be no surprises, even whilst footsoldiers lined the spanning road beyond them. A warrant of awaiting death was in the air, being breathed upon and remnant upon sheathed blades and spear ends that were hoisted and kept in the air. The carriage was commanded to come to a stop. A regal and overly confident tone, fluent with a dialect of a tongue that mastered well the sabotaging of a womans' boredom and inflicting her with the knowledge that the speaking tongue was threatening to make her heart stop with promisings that it wanted to delve between her thighs for a taste was slipped into the air, sent to joust the curtains of her carriage to the ears of the woman within.-"...Hail, my eyes await the sight of a princess...'
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Post by Corothius Encinosa on Mar 30, 2009 18:53:45 GMT -5
Her attention was raptly upon the prince as he finally answered the questionthat she had had within her mind since she first asked it. A slight cantof her head showing that she was paying particular attention to what he had tosay. It seemed a rare treat when she could coax the sensual prince from hisflirtations into a serious conversation, and she was coming to treasure thetimes when he spoke to her frankly. For any woman could be wooed and flirtedwith, and the prince had likely done exactly that with many a lady. But to speak onequal terms, to be heard and responded to in earnest conversation... that was agift not given so lightly. So she considered his words carefully, sointently that she even lightly nibbled upon her lower lip as she did when indeep thought, and finally replied. "So... there is no one particularthreat that has arisen, but it is a safeguard against possible threats you arenot yet aware of?" Attempting to unravel the pretty spin he put onhis explanation and get to the kernel of truth in the middle. Onceshe had, she then began to examine it from different angles. Mulling itover in her mind as she looked up again at the walls, as if assessing theirsturdiness as their mounts rode along the bottom of the massivestructures. His final words caught her attention again, however, andlooked upon him again as a gentle smile crossed her features. "So Iam an angelic being now, am I? Such ways with words. You are likethe Sirens upon their rocks in the ocean, calling their beautiful song to distract sailorsfrom their ships." Her words were laced with soft chuckles,obviously rather amused by the thought of that. Though as always, hermind was working in other ways, as well. "Do such flatteries trulywork on other women, to coax them into lifting their skirts and lying with youin your bed?" She spoke teasingly, but inside, a part of her was curiousabout his past experience, about what other women were like. In her ownpast, she had very little contact with the sort of women who would be so loose withtheir morals, like the slave girls he spoke of earlier. Oh, she still hadso many questions about the slaves. But was trying to only question a bitat a time, for fear of overstepping her bounds and being denied any answers atall. The girl craved new knowledge like many craved air and water, and thisnew home of hers was an excellent place to begin asking questions that had notbeen permitted in her old life. For though her father was kindly anddoted upon her, he did strictly adhere to the mindsetthat women should be seen and not heard, and therefore should not be given muchmore knowledge than would allow them to be charming and cordial. [d]
-The conversation was not one he minded in the least, rather oneof his thick brows would lift up with such curiousity, and depthen withsincereity as he looked into the matter via his past experiences, and knowledgeof women, however extensive it might be in her eyes, and perhaps even greaterin his own. The interest in his eyes would grow a little darker as eyelids slidmore concealingly to the appeal that his flirtations sent through the damselbeside him. A curl lifting in musement upon those fine tiers that lined beneath the inside of his eyes above. Watching her wasone of those remarkable fascinations that a man of the court could relish upon.Letting the minute details of how she kept herself so remarkably balancedebbing into his thoughts as the mares' mane continued to spring and leap aboutinfront of her, giving adherence to the actual shock that her abiltiies wereconcealing. It was both a deprivation for the prince, since he was somewhat ofthe perverse sort, his desires of the mind that did not fret from looking upon the beauties of a woman, but not to suchextents that he went out of his way to do so unless it was one of thoseexceptional viewings. Nonetheless, Rahmors attentions would begin to flit aboutupon her, rimming from the ease at her shoulders that led to where her hands weregrasped upon, making note perhaps of the skill that was more attentive amongstthem, and what they were up to whilst she rode. Whilst so low upon her anatomy,her hips were noticed, or what could be considered of them with the puddling of her skirts as they were. Anintoxicating sight perhaps, if the dress was not wholly concealing them.Fabrics gave those breif, ghostly hints at what was occuring beneath theirsecretions. And such drew him into a hypnotismal state of interest asoccasional weavances upon her saddle would begin to be noticed as sheskillfully kept herself balanced throughout her being above. An erk of a browlifted, an eye rising along this beauties stature.-"...Correct. On the matter of women... there are variations of them throughout the world. Their culturesinsighting particular differences, particular preferences to seek and adhereto. Then there comes the matter of their genes, what is in their blood, andtheir instincts that play moreso upon what they will do, and react to despitewhat they are taught and are surrounded by. There though, are similarities inthem all. Base matters and points of interest that can be found in every singleone a man can prey upon. Yet..there is a matter of what each womans' purpose is. Some are not to mate at all. Others,solely for the purpose of being used...I could go on..and on about theirpurposes, as civilization can become quite complex. One matter that influencesall of this that I spoke of, is what they discern as being right, andwrong..."-d-
When the Prince's eyes focused right onthe girl's hips, the way they outlined gently in the light green fabric of hergown, he could likely see the very gentle forward and backward roll of herpelvis in gentle aquiescence to the mare's gait. It was almostindiscernable when one was not looking directly at her there, but when one did,it became much clearer how she managed to keep so still in her saddle. Nodoubt it would make the prince realize how very suited such training on riding a horse would suit him in moreintimate settings, for there were surprisingly powerful muscles in theprincess's hips and lower belly that allowed her such precision. She hadnot expected such a detailed answer to her question, but was pleasantlysurprised when he spoke at great length. Though the subject matter was abit risque for her delicate sensibilities, despite that it was she that hadbrought it up. Thus her smooth creamy skin once again colored light rosyhue across her cheeks and down her throat as she listened to hisexplanation, her eyes widening a bit in girlish surprise. Had he been allover the world, then, to know of so many different types of women? Thethought was boggling to her mind, and she inhaled sharply as she tried to graspit. "To think that there are such places in the world so uncivilizedas to think such coarse behaviour is acceptable. It shocks me, my Lord,but is also strangely intriguing." Perhaps a bit of a closed-mindedstatement, but she had been terribly sheltered, and only knew what she hadbeen taught. "I know there are places in the world where slavery ismuch more prevalent, but I confess I never thought of this slavery as being ofan intimate nature. I thought it more as forced servitude in meniallabour. To think that there are women who... do they enjoy such alife? To be... to be used thusly?" It was becoming very clearthat despite her questions, the subject matter was quite out of the princess'susual repetoire, as she actually stumbled slightly over a few of her words, losinga bit of her careful mannerisms in the sheer embarassment about suchtopics. Yet, she still asked, eager to learn more not just about slaveryin general, but of other ways of the world outside her small sphere ofexperience. [d]
-A chuckle wove into his words. Flattered that he knew more aboutsomething than she, something that put her in such a state of embarrassmentwhilst they conversed. The flush in the her skin was given his attention afterthat hypnotic method of her hips was alleviated from. The sight of her skinchanging it's appeal of purity to defining heat and anticipations awaited uponby perceiving eyes as his attentions did not leave hers for a moment. His horsehad it's own mind, and would not run them into a wall or a tree without him particularly demanding it. If anything, thetwo prized horses were leading them on their own accord. The two regals, merelyalong for the ride. Nor was it a bad thing, as they were highly intelligentmounts, his own well cared for like a pet, but something perhaps beyond it asthey had woven through the fields of battle, and against death itself anumberof times. Nonetheless, with his eyes again upon her, the way her hips, nowbelow his line of sight, were more attentively qued upon. The balance she maintained, the subtlelest angles her upper bodymaintained whilst a distint line about her navel perhaps was woven into themist of his mind whilst he perceived her. The angling drawing pleasantly uponhis viewings of her whilst they rode. Meanwhlie, he'd ease upon his own claspupon the pommel of his saddle. Letting his hands come to flatting over it'stop, one perching upon the first. Muscles thus grew less constricted upon hischest, and through the vise of recently used arms. The entonment of his strength was a near constant appearance as the burl ofmuscles resided within loosening skin. Skin that still would ripple and wiggleabout to reflect each hoof that fell, and reverbrated through the rider whoclung upon the saddle below by thighs moreso than the stirrups. Lips were drawnin for a moment or two. A habit that was notable something of the princess',and one he would perhaps playfully mock whilst moistening his own, and perhapsgiving himself something to idle intimate fancies upon whilst feasting upon such a sight beside him.-"Ahslaves..all that I was speaking of was adhering to free woman. Slaves areanother matter entirely. The differences between them can be looked over by howmuch they have been trained, and by who has trained them. Their intelligencehelps a great deal as well if a slave is to become the preferred one above theothers. For a slave can only be tortured, and trained to a certain extentbefore they will be found to be suitable merely for the cleaning of filth, or bearing the wits, and having the heat within her greedily aliveand hungry for the more...natural uses that every woman is bred to do...andrealize."-d-
She was slowly growing accustomed to theway that he always seemed to be looking at her in some fashion, his eyeswandering over her figure and examining her every curve from a myriad of differentangles. She was used to being looked upon, but no other man had ever beenso brazen about his interest. Most courtiers she had previously spenttime with only glanced at her from the corner of their eye, or kept properly toless risque areas of her body with their more blatant stares. So it hadtaken some time for her to adjust to Rahmor's more openappraisal and appreciation of her form. Though, she supposed it only madesense. A man will look much more openly at a woman he knows will be hisfor the having soon. She pondered that a moment, before his words broughther fully back to the conversation. He had been speaking of freewomen? She was clearly shocked when he let her in on that small detail,another soft gasp escaping her slightly parted lips as she blinked rapidly afew times. But then he spoke more on the subject of the slaves, andshe was fascinated in the way one is fascinated by a carriage crash. Itis terrible, but you cannot look away. The confusion and horror wasplainly in her expressive eyes, and she looked from his face to the mane of hermount to the ground and then back again as she tried to fathom it all. Finally replying in an attempt to get a grasp on the subject matter. "You spoke of free women before? Of being women who only havepurpose to be... used? What free woman would allow herself to be used in such away? Have they no shame, no upbringing?" She realized she seemedalmost upset, and carefully composed herself, taking a moment to breathe. A hand lifting to gently press against her chest, in the exact center justbelow the lower edge of her neck. A gesture of self-calming before shelwoered her hand once again to the reins of the mare, whose ears had pricked upslightly by the mood swing of its rider. "And... what is this training youspeak of? I do not understand your meaning. Torture? Goodness! How is torture training of any sort? Iknow torture is used to get information from enemy soldiers attimes..." And now her face was rather pale, blanching in distress atthe topic of conversation. "It is conversations like this that remind meso much of how much I do not know about this world." A soft sigh asshe looked down, averting her gaze for a moment as she actually felt shamefulfor her ignorance. "You must consider me an ignorant rube, a foolish girl." [d]
-A smirk then arose onto his lips to her virginal knowledge aboutsuch matters. The way she had to fathom the words he spoke of, and whateverimages that had traumatized her that were conjured from his speakings. It wasalmost humoring, but he did not laugh, even from within. Instead, anunderstanding smudge was adorned upon the corner of his lips as he began toweigh whether it was a good idea to go into detail of such matters in theirconversations. It was not the same topic she was demanding she speak of when they had reached the wall, and it might be best to changethe conversation. Such was ebbed into the tone of his words, making it clear toher that he was noticing the difficulties she was having with this subject. Henonehteless continued, with a bit more care and concern in accordance to thismatter of her interest.-" Hmm..there are numerous means of training, be itthe mare that you ride upon, or the woman that rides upon the mare. Somemethods can be used upon both of you, not giving you food to eat as punishment, or to force you to realize your situation, and whoit is who is in control. There are also more harmful ways that are more strict,and can become severe. Those means though, are usually refrained from, becauseit decreases the...quality. For example..with the women who are free..theones you question as to how they can be comfortable with living only to be usedin such...ways. Many of them grew up abused, tortured or a means of release fortheir guardians...something that can be done even onto the slaves...merely using them to release pent up angerinstead of straining such out upon more loved and treasured people in our life.Such women, growing up in such states...are left with little left in regards totheir self-respect, worth..etc etc..such..was taken from them early on...whenthey were too weak to be strong enough to fight against such.."-d-
Indeed, it was a difficult conversationfor the girl to be having. For one of the first times in her life, shewas beginning to realize how terribly pampered and privileged she hadbeen. Though certain things that the prince said now rang certain truthsto her of her own situation. And despite the difficulty she was having,she was also clearly striving to be strong for the sake of acquiring thisknowledge. Even as he spoke of the poor souls who had lost their veryspark of self-love, her eyes were lit with the wet glistenings of tearsthreatening the corner of her eyes, and her lip trembled. But she did notgive into the tears, setting her jaw stubbornly and refusing the emotions thatwanted to take over. Instead listening to his every word still with acertain horror, but also as if there were something very important she werelistening for. "Such terrible things you speak of, my Lord. Butthough I hear a softening in your tone as you speak to me, I assure you I wishto know these things. Do not coddle me as you would a young child or aweak-willed woman." Part of her mind screamed at ehr to still herown tongue, because she didn't want to know these things. They werehorrible. But she would not give to fear or discomfort. She simplyrefused. "It occurs to me that I, too, share a form of slavery, though notas brutal as that which you speak. For I was 'trained' from a young ageto act as I do, to be pleasing. I was punished when I did notcomply. And even now, it is well-known within my mind that though I shall be Queen, it isultimately you who shall be the one with true power, who is in control of myvery life." She did not look at him as she spoke this, insteadgazing ahead of them as if suddenly very interested in where they were going."I cannot even imagine the life many of these women must live. It istoo terrible for my mind to comprehend. A large part of me wishes todemand that all this be put to a stop. Part of me is repulsed by the factthat you condone such things, have participated in such things. ThoughI must also come to terms with many unpleasant things." She wasquiet another moment, trying to gather her thoughts. "But I am not sofoolish as to believe that I alone can change all the evil of theworld." Finally she looked to the Prince again, tears stillglistening in the sunlgiht upon her long lashes. "But I do request oneboon from you. When you give up your slaves, as you have said youwill? Do not give them to a man who will abuse them. Give them to akind man, who will treat them well. Orfree them altogether. I ask this one thing from you." Shespoke with great earnestness, her chin lifted in self-confidence even as sheasked of him what she knew she had no place to do. She could not cure theworld of its evils. But perhaps she could spare those slaves closest toher own existence further shame. [d]
-The tiny diamonds that clung onto those minscule lashes beyondher eyes caught his attentions, and such remained thereon as she spoke.Wondering then, what sort of queen she would turn into as the ages wore on. Hisown lashes would grow close together as he took her words in with more sincerity.Noting as well, how she maintained that balance upon her saddle amidst such aconversation. Knowing then that she was moreso trained than he had imagined herto be. And thus, all the more suitable to sit beside his throne within one of her own. Amoment or two was allowed to passafter she made her request. As if he had not the need to immediately answerher, and could sit idle upon his steed contemplating such a request, if he hadheard it at all it could seem. Eyes of his own then persuaded beyond them,catching the vision that she was speaking about, and watching the details ofsuch unfold as they had been spoken in that expanse of air beyond them thatperhaps turned into a revelation of the occurances as she was wishing them to be. His own words would arrive soon after, strongand bearing a sinerity of their own to soothe her, if not make it a privatepromise between them that needed no signing upon contracts or scrolls as itwould be with ambassadors or other distant makers of deals.-"...Hm..so beit then. When it is time to rid myself of the slaves in my possession, I willbe sure that they are sent to those worthy of such, who are known not tomishandle a woman, and treat her as you have so spoken."-The turn of his gaze would fall upon her again. The feel of his hipsbeing thrust forward with the ease that his saddle was leading them into whilstperched upon the back of his steed occasionally giving him an insight as he'dimagine her own, so secretly working hips infront of his own. Each forwardsuccession that his upper body followed to hips beneath would make a mostinviting sensation to arise that would no doubt remove these troubling emotionsfrom the dear beauty beside him. His voice rising up again, with a bit of that sensual purpose ebbing into it, to cheer herup a little perhaps, knowing well by now how particular flirtations were havingpleasing affects upon the woman riding beside him.-"...I learned somethinglong ago, taught to me on my own accord. That you are not able to wholly changethe world with a blinking of an eye, or the command of a word, or even thesigning of contracts. There are ways to have many around you, and there arethose who are close by you. What you do will have effects on each one if they are the right actions. After the passing oftime...certain people that you are close to will echo forth your action...andwhat you do will have an interesting ripple effect upon the world.Sometimes...this ripple can become quite large."-Eyes would ascertain outof the delerium of this short daydream that he allowed to ghost over theoverlay of extending lush green grass that their mounts strode upon. Theincline of his eyes revisiting upon the beautiful woman beside him, perhapsencuring upon her thoughts to be led onto other matters evenfurther.-"...As I mentioned in the hallway on the way to the stables earlier.As my wife, you will be able to inspire these actions as much as you wish inways that would make you blush if I began to speak of them again.."-d-
"I cannot even imagine the life many of these women must live. It is too terrible for my mind to comprehend. A large part of me wishes to demand that all this be put to a stop. Part of me is repulsed by the fact that you condone such things, have participated in such things. Though I must also come to terms with many unpleasant things." She was quiet another moment, trying to gather her thoughts. "But I am not so foolish as to believe that I alone can change all the evil of the world." Finally she looked to the Prince again, tears still glistening in the sunlgiht upon her long lashes. "But I do request one boon from you. When you give up your slaves, as you have said you will? Do not give them to a man who will abuse them. Give them to a kind man, who will treat them well. Or free them altogether. I ask this one thing from you." She spoke with great earnestness, her chin lifted in self-confidence even as she asked of him what she knew she had no place to do. She could not cure the world of its evils. But perhaps she could spare those slaves closest to her own existence further shame. [d]
-The tiny diamonds that clung onto those minscule lashes beyond her eyes caught his attentions, and such remained thereon as she spoke. Wondering then, what sort of queen she would turn into as the ages wore on. His own lashes would grow close together as he took her words in with more sincerity. Noting as well, how she maintained that balance upon her saddle amidst such a conversation. Knowing then that she was moreso trained than he had imagined her to be. And thus, all the more suitable to sit beside his throne within one of her own. A moment or two was allowed to pass after she made her request. As if he had not the need to immediately answer her, and could sit idle upon his steed contemplating such a request, if he had heard it at all it could seem. Eyes of his own then persuaded beyond them, catching the vision that she was speaking about, and watching the details of such unfold as they had been spoken in that expanse of air beyond them that perhaps turned into a revelation of the occurances as she was wishing them to be. His own words would arrive soon after, strong and bearing a sinerity of their own to soothe her, if not make it a private promise between them that needed no signing upon contracts or scrolls as it would be with ambassadors or other distant makers of deals.-"...Hm..so be it then. When it is time to rid myself of the slaves in my possession, I will be sure that they are sent to those worthy of such, who are known not to mishandle a woman, and treat her as you have so spoken."-The turn of his gaze would fall upon her again. The feel of his hips being thrust forward with the ease that his saddle was leading them into whilst perched upon the back of his steed occasionally giving him an insight as he'd imagine her own, so secretly working hips infront of his own. Each forward succession that his upper body followed to hips beneath would make a most inviting sensation to arise that would no doubt remove these troubling emotions from the dear beauty beside him. His voice rising up again, with a bit of that sensual purpose ebbing into it, to cheer her up a little perhaps, knowing well by now how particular flirtations were having pleasing affects upon the woman riding beside him.-"...I learned something long ago, taught to me on my own accord. That you are not able to wholly change the world with a blinking of an eye, or the command of a word, or even the signing of contracts. There are ways to have many around you, and there are those who are close by you. What you do will have effects on each one if they are the right actions. After the passing of time...certain people that you are close to will echo forth your action...and what you do will have an interesting ripple effect upon the world. Sometimes...this ripple can become quite large."-Eyes would ascertain out of the delerium of this short daydream that he allowed to ghost over the overlay of extending lush green grass that their mounts strode upon. The incline of his eyes revisiting upon the beautiful woman beside him, perhaps encuring upon her thoughts to be led onto other matters even further.-"...As I mentioned in the hallway on the way to the stables earlier. As my wife, you will be able to inspire these actions as much as you wish in ways that would make you blush if I began to speak of them again.."-d-
The moment of silence between her request and the answer seemed to stretch on for hours. She had never met a man like Rahmor before, and had no idea what would cross the line for him, what impertinent demand or forward action would be the one that caused him to grow angry with her. She knew he was easily capable of it, as he was a soldier, a fighter. But every time she pushed a little further, he still seemed to flexibly bend instead of growing rigid and forceful. This moment of silence, however, made her wonder if she had finally stepepd over that final line that would bring about his displeasure. She did not even breathe in that moment, her air caught in the back of her throat as if it were a precious commodity she could not release. Then finally he responded, granting her the boon she had asked for, and she exhaled perhaps a bit too loudly, actually sighing gently in relief. Her eyes met his own in thta moment, and she briefly wondered if he had truly been considering his answer, or had just prolonged the moment to remind her that he, indeed, was the one who ultimately made the decisions. She could never quite fathom the man's rhyme or reason. She was fairly positive that he intended to keep her off-guard like so, however. She had no idea of the little fantasy that was running through his head, and did not seem to connect the way his hips seemed to move in perfect succession with her own for a short while despite being on different saddles. When she spoke again, it was in a very soft and grateful tone, a beautiful display of submissive gratitude. "Thank you, my Lord. You are most kind to grant me this to ease my heart. I will trust in your honor for it to be upheld when the time comes." She didn't miss how he stressed when it was time, and she briefly wondered if he would be sharing his bed with once of his slaves tonight, or another of the final nights before they were wed. She did not quite understand why, but the idea that he might do exactly that bothered her. She had not yet decided whether or not she approved of marrying him, yet she did not want another woman to lie with him either. Such stupid confusion. Thankfully, Rahmor spoke further, and she listened carefully to his words, of what he had been taught. Though she did not actually blush again when he hinted at the intimacy that would soonenter their relationship. It did not quite hit her the same way right now, after such a serious and troubling conversation. Instead speaking quite thoughtfully, as if it weren't a flirtation at all. "Whomever told you these things was very wise. And I shall remember." So many more thoughts were going on in her mind, about how she would do her best to create such ripples in him, as his hand and, indirectly her own, would shape this country she now found herself in. But while she was not as shy as normal times would find her, she was also not emboldened to share with him that she hoped to sway his hand towards policies of her own liking. It seemed as though their leisurely walk along the wall was slowly bringing them back towards the gardens and the lazily lounging nobility, so a single hand was lifted and the hints of teariness at the corners of her eyes were quickly wiped clean. Being careful to not tug harshly at delicate flesh, using tips of fingers gently to brush away the signs of her distress. "Thank you for speaking candidly with me on these matters, my Lord. There is much I do not know of the outside world, both good and bad. But if I have my way, I shall not remain this way for long. I hope eventually you will allow me to come with you when you visit these foreign places with their strange customs. Though I do not believe I shall ever approve of some of the... looser aspects of morality that you have named." [d]
-It was not minded that she did not see into his more lustful invisionings. It was one of the more, discreet thoughts that he had, that she so prodded that he resist whilst with him. It was not known to her of his sexual habits, though if she asked of them, with the ease of how he was conversing with her, he would liably oblige her an answer in concerns as to whether or not he'd put to use one of his slaves one last time before the wedding. It would perhaps cause further moments of silence between them whilst he'd contemplate the idea. For at least one or two of them were highly prized if not moreso enjoyed. The woman beside him on the other hand, was able to invite such pleasures of the flesh to points that sent him into hardened readiness with only a kiss. It wasn't imagineable what more would come of their relationship, moreso, after they were wed that would amplify what he had found in existance between them already. Nonetheless. It was prideful to find her collecting herself as the first heads and clean attire of the nobles in the distance began to come into view. The prince himself sent a hand to the loose cords of his shirt to begin retightening them, and conceal the planes of his chest from further perceptings. It did not take long, and he would further their conversings whilst tending to the matter. His steed meanwhile hastened further just a little more, eager to have more of it's feed, and perhaps the coolness of water.-"Your tongue is pleasing to listen to, both in how it flatters me with the your thoughts towards me. As well as the very voice that speaks forth your words. It is a pleasure to have you in my company. Such a tongue will do well by my side when I it is time for me to travel again. I am sure, my friends in distant lands will welcome a tongue such as yours. Brought to them all the more from a woman who is so enchantingly beautiful. You will accompany me as you so wish. Also for the matter that I will no longer have any of my slaves...and there are particular requirements that are set for a man before he comes to the courts that involves the company of a woman.."-d-
She seemed pleased that she had in turn pleased him with her words, nodding with a gentle smile on her lips as her hand returned to the reins and gently took ahold of the thin leather straps once again. She adjusted herself slightly on the mare as they drew closer to the more public gardens, making sure her balance was perfect, that her dress draped just right, that her sleeves were not bunched. A brief shake of her head to allow her long honeyed tresses to fall more naturally down her back, and inviting the shorter tendrils to curl about her face in loose ringlets. When he obliged her about allowing her to travel with him, she nodded again, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes. But then that spark was clouded by confusion, and she tilted her head slightly in almost a birdlike manner at his last statement. "Requirements before holding court? What requirements are these, that you will require a woman by your side for?" It was not so much needing a womanthat was confusing her, but more the reference that it was a requirement a slave could uphold as well as a Queen. Therefore, she was completely stymied. Though a moment later, she seemed to get some idea in her head and those misty grey eyes opened wide, the lovely princess looking positively horrified. "It will not mean... forgive me, but I will not be expected to... to service these other Lords? Because I would sooner stay home than do such things!" A proud and defiant spin to that last sentence, her spine straightening and chin lifting in a posture that was positively arrogant. She knew already that the prince would not have slaves when they were wed, and that she would not be permitted to have her own, either. But was it perhaps a custom in this strange land to share one's wife? If this were as she feared, she would sooner cut her own throat. [d]
-Agile fingers left the lacings of his shirt loose, untied to dangle from the holes above his chest, but still leaving enough openness beneath his neck where the bones of his collar jutted from flesh to tunnel towards his shoulders. The smotch of darkness upon his chest thus also remaining exhibiting that expanse of hair upon his chest certain men preferred to leave expose as it caught the eye of certain people, and moreso women when their eyes and attentions were sought. A chuckle began to loosen from the bounds of his chest, to echo through his throat where they'd erupt from parting lips. His head did not toll backwards or any such dubious excitement in the effort. He was belatedly amused, and a grin chermised along his features that angled in her direction whilst the pompous recoil of her reaction to her interpretation was calculated. Fortunately for her, he spoke with such complexity, to a point that he himself could even see where she could have confused his words to arrive at such a conclusion. And perhaps, no doubt, he had ineptly spoken about her doing such to them in such subtle ways that would cause such a reaction in the fragile princess. Such frailty a humorous characteristic he was enjoying about her. One he adored even moreso when she was within his touch.-"..Neh, neh. You are mine, and will share yourself only with me. In courts, in some lands, common in many, it is preferred that each man lies with a woman before attending or even arriving at the courts. It ensures that each man there is indeed a man. It relieves any built-up stress of the body and allows a man to think upon more pleasurable aspects with those particular emotions out of the way. With those needs taken care of, the matters and important matters of the courts and country can be tended to more readily. Without interruption in concern to matters of whether or not those attending are there to have sex with one another instead, which becomes a matter of warfare with some, and death to those who would practice such. Perhaps you see now, why it is important that if a man is not already wed, that he has slaves with him, at the ready to be put to such use for such situations for example. It is very important, it is as well, something that has been in the ways of man for many generations.-d-
She had already worked herself into a private tizzy in her own mind, her entire body rigid with fear and anger that she might possibly be considered for such base diplomacy. So it was starkly clear how his first two words relieved the innocent princess, much of the tension flowing from her and making her visibly soften so that her mind could take in the explanation of what he actually meant with his words. She took a couple of deep breaths as she listened intently, desperate to understand, and those breaths were deep enough to strain the material of her velvet bodice and the corset beneath, making her feel almost strangled as she still couldn't take as deep a breath as she wanted. These new politics were strange to her, though, and she was clearly still quite confused by much of it. Butshe was adjusting quickly, and when he finished, she was quick with a reply. "But why would a man wish to lie with another man? That doesn't... work, does it? The bodies do not connect in such a way. There is no.. no... womanly part." And now she was blushing again, once more stumbling a bit over her words and her long delicate fingers fidgeting slightly upon the reins. This new idea had completely thrown her for a loop. Men with men. She couldn't even make it visualize in her head. "Though... it does make sense to cool the blood before negotiating important matters. Is that a custom of this kingdom, as well? Or only in more foreign lands? Already, so much of your customs confuse me greatly. To think our countries share a border, yet have so many differences in culture and custom. I am not used to all this strangeness." She seemed highly thoughtful again, trying to grasp these new concepts and ideas with her sharp mind. Her discomfort from earlier, and the more horrifying details of that conversation had been pushed to the back of her mind, to be dealt with later. Though he could be sure that when she was alone, she would be thinking quite hard on everything they had discussed this day. [d]
-There was indeed, only so much a mind could contain before it would be in need of rest. Fortunately for her, Rahmor was not going into essay-length explanations. merely, a few introduction sentences that would lead into such essays perhaps. Essasys, that would become conversations between them in the future perhaps to speak upon later, and figure out between the two of them. It was not like, what he spoke was written down within some booklet of law. Though, perhaps, somewhere, in some foreign language, it was possible. Eyes returned to his dear betrothed whilst she was noticeably having such difficulties obtaining all this information that was rather close to being a blunt and perverse conversation that two royalties could speak upon whilst in the eyes of the public. It was far beyond the parables and hinting of words that they had spoken of and then found in books of poetry in his den. With the rise of the hill, people would become a little closer, a few on strewn blankets whilst they were relaxing and enjoying a small lunch or liesure of relaxation. The formal greetings and whatnot were not necessary their second time through, but eyes were sent their way regardless, the conversation of the royalities echoing off into the conversations of those who looked upon them like clockwork. If the prince was not firmly aware that the princess and him had been holding their conversation since before they'd arrived further into the gardens, he could swear that instead the prince and princess were he ones mirroring what the other nobles were soon talking about instead. Regardless, the questions she began to press upon him, were of a course that were not wholly his to feel comfortable with. Thus a breath was drawn in to steady himself, and make himself surely aware of the company he was keeping. Even whilst her own chest squarely professed her state of solidity within the chamber of precise threads woven around her physique. Eyes did tend to negotiate through such weavings, to the heightof her dress, where that light shade of green gave way to most appealing, and stressing splitting of flesh. -"What you speak is true. There are things, and positions which cannot be done the same. Yet, there are some that can. I would say, that it is another cultural influence. The manipulation of fear and stricken-terror that arises easily in the fields of battle can be felt in the prescense of other men as well. There is then the possibility for confusion to enter the mindsets at that point, as fear becomes overpowering, it then relies on ones passed down culture to decide what the next course of action would be, or to be expected. It also conflicts with something else I spoke of earlier. The importance of knowing what is wrong, and what is right."-He let a few moments pass on, the weight of a brow grew lighter as it lifted as his attention was dismissed from the sight of beauty that kept his mind well away from sharing such actions with other men as such a clear, obvious reason to remain along the stature that he was rode beside him. His attentions nonetheless idled upon a few surrounding partisans who mirrored forth their conversation, noting the agreeance that they complied to the logic and whatnot, before the prince would return to the adored princess beside him. It was a stern realization of his, with the fluent number of women he had seduced, and many more who were on a near daily basis able to remind him of such abilities, that he had not the need to worry or really hesitate about where he stood concerning such concerns. Much like her he found such cultures strange, and beyond the graspings of his logic to accept and barely even use for purposes of humor. His voice lifting again as he spoke on, perhaps, wondering then if this was becoming a lecture to the nobles that day. Something to strengthen the kingdoms mind and no doubt spread to influenced companions in the following days.-"Keeping the company of a woman is...preferred here. As you know, there is slavery in this kingdom. If a man cannot find one who is free, then there are slaves to keep them occupied until they do. We have plundered other lands, the women we take from them ensure that our men are kept in line."-Eyes would widen some as he ended. Concentrating then on a matter or two that came up whilst he talked. As if the two of them could talk on throughout the day about such matters that conflicted and wove so into the kingdoms system of politics, yet liably wouldn't be found in any books that a princess could take up and read during her freetime, or even occupancy beneath the eye of a tutor."-d-
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