Talon and his wife found themselves indulged in the pleasant scents of jasmine and eucalyptus oil. The main bathing chambers had been strung with herbs of peace and tranquility. The upcoming days had everyone stressed beyond belief. Elgama had taken it upon herself to draw a bath for the royal pair. Both had found little time recently to simply enjoy each other. The two sat cuddling beneath the warm waters. Laughter, joy, and love filled the air. In the darkness of the room, jealous eyes beamed at them unnoticed.
"It has been some time since we were last alone, my love. I have meant to speak to you about the young Wailora. She has come to honestly feel that she belongs here. Why have the needed scrolls not been pulled and signed to accept her as our child? Who knows how long we have, and I wish to tell father of the good news. Do you not want to go through with this?" Laxrindren's hands wrapped around Hexonia's bare waist. "No, I do very much so. It is just that I wish no harm to come to the girl. She has been through enough as it is. Your father may not accept her. I treasure father, but he...you know how he can be when it comes to other races. And even if that were pushed aside, the girl wants her mother notified. I fear I have made a promise I cannot keep."
"What promise might that be? What could a King promise a young girl that was unobtainable?" "I pledged to find her mother and vowed to inform her that her daughter was to become our heiress. I only want to make her happy, and give her a good life. If I cannot locate her mother, or if she is no longer living, what do I do then? What was I thinking? With the war just beginning, with all I have before me, how will I find the time to search for a woman. The lands are endless, and I know nothing of her at all. I do not know her face nor the color of her hair. It seems I will fail Wailora before I ever become her father. Despite all else, the final decision lays in the hands of the Emperor, my love. He must legitimize her, you and I can only do so much. We both have come to make promises that we may never be able to see come to pass."
Hexonia stood from the bath and reached for her robe. Talon took a moment to admire her beauty."You leave my father to me. He would rather perish than deny me the wealth that comes with being a parent."She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "As for the war, let us pray tonight that it will be swift. A mere twinkle in time soon forgotten as things return to the way they were. The hounds are to set off for Morgaideign soon. From what I hear the final equipment is resting in the armory. I have faith in Zacura Bloodclaw, there is something about her. A certain gleam lies within her darkened eyes. Often times I give thought to why our races blamed sheer hatred for our actions. I know of the tales of old, but in my heart, I believe we fear them. They are the secluded, the downtrodden, and the misplaced in a world created for us. I honestly think we fear them for what they could one day become if they could find their own value. Maybe this joining has been what was meant to happen all along. I do not fear this war nor what it may bring. I welcome it because with we shall overcome both our past and our present."
Talon stood a soft smile of pride and admiration on his face. "My wife is so wise, so understanding. I often times wonder what I did to deserve such a dragoness as you." He embraced her, his body wet and bare as the day he was born. "You did not have to prove yourself, my love. For when our souls were made, they were created for one another. You have been mine and I yours since before we were born. When our souls danced with the mystery of the stars and flew upon the light of Luna."The two kissed and savored the moment they stood within.
Hiding behind the barrels of folded linens and oil, Wailora sat weeping in silence. While she could never love the King, she felt so utterly drawn to him. She had come to favor the man highly for more reasons than she could count. Watching him and his beloved made her heart burn with jealousy and fear. She felt stupid and childish for ever thinking he would see her in any other way. "I shall fall to our bed, my husband, and await you. Do not leave me waiting for too long, I have a gift for you." A devious smirk graced her features as she took her leave. Laxrindren chuckled and watched her depart before turning to wrap himself in a towel. The barrels to the left of him tipped over, allowing a massive thudding sound to fill the room. Startled he swiftly turned to face them finding a shadow crouching within the corner.
"Who goes there?" he asked softly, slowly moving towards her. "Answer him as if you are a maid." Wailora thought, her body burning with heat. She had seen him at last in his full nudity, and now she was stunned in embarrassment. "Apologies, M'lord. I have been so clumsy. I did not mean to disturb you." She replied looking around frantically for the nearest exit. "It is quite alright. I am to soon retire to my chambers."
He moved to stand just above her, his hand extended to help her up. She stood keeping her head down in attempts to hide her face. The soft caress of his fingers came to lift her reddened features. He arched a brow as he realized who she was. "Wailora, what are you doing down here this time of night? Should you not be within the graces of sleep?" She stood there silent, she had no answer. "I...I...could not sleep, so I simply took a stroll through the castle. I stumbled upon your baths, and well, I didn't wish to disturb you, so I just sat." It took several moments for him to realize the weight of her words.
"How long have you been hiding behind these barrels?" He feared what she may have come to see. Both he and the Queen had been fully nude, and at one point engaged in each other. "Long enough to witness the love you hold for your wife, your majesty. Though I swear that I did not watch, merely heard the sounds of your passion." Talon stood stunned. "Why did you not make your presence known? Why did you sit idle and allow yourself to be exposed to such things, not meant young eyes?" "Because it is not as if I have not seen such things before. If I am, to be honest, your Majesty...I was frozen in shock, I suppose."
He took notice of her eyes drifting to his lower half. He moved to take a seat his sense of smell picking up on her infatuation. "Wailora...is there something you need to speak to me about? Something you feel you cannot, but its weight eats away at your sense of peace?" Her head dropped. She could never let the words flow from her lips.
"I could show you far better than I could ever care to explain." A soft smile graced the King's lips in attempts to reassure her. He extended his arms to her and urged her to come forward. Within a moment, she had come to sit on his lap. Her fingers found their way into his long wet hair, and she kissed him. Putting the full weight of her withdrawn lust for him, she kissed him deeper. Her nails began to scrape at his scalp tenderly; her mind filled with vivid images of what she wished would come to be. Bellow her she could feel him struggling to press her away, but she would not release him. Deep down Wailora knew that this would be the only moment she ever had like this with him.
"I will make this moment last as long as possible." She thought as her scent and charm began to overtake him. For a split moment, he gave in and kissed her back. His hand moved up and down her back caressing her in the kindest of ways.
In her deepened state of arousal, the young and daring witch began to slip down her robes. The silk fell easy away from her flesh. She shivered as his hand came to run along her shoulder.
"Was I wrong? Does he feel the same?" She thought silently, his hand moving under her to grab at his towel. There was nothing she wanted more than this moment. All she had dreamt of was his touch his love for her. "This is not right...I cannot do this to they who showed me mercy." Her heart sang. The rhythm of her body seemed to have a mind of its own. It would not let go of the moment, or the dragon she sat upon. "Do not do this, child. You know what would come of it. Release him. What good would come from the affection of a beast you adore that does not love you? If you, in fact, lie with this dragon, your fate would be sealed. Let him go, release him from your spell. Such dark magic is forbidden," a voice cooed in the distance.
It was Lady Rosenwater, Wailora knew it for a fact. She had spent days and nights listening to that voice. It was one unlike she had ever come to hear before. The young girl turned a blind ear to the old woman's words and continued. From the very beginning, she had decided not to mate with him. Instead, she would only enjoy the use of his body in other ways. Such crimes would surely see her cast out of the gates of protection she had come to claim. "Let him go, girl. You will only force yourself to love he who will never love you. You are young and ignorant to the harsh ways of love and lust. I will not stand here and witness such an unholy crime. I pray that upon my return you have done as instructed." The room fell completely silent as a door came to close with a thud. The witch took a moment to look into the eyes of the beautiful and hidden dragon. His features were so intoxicating, his hair so vibrant and long. Tears began to pool in her eyes as she came to stand and release him. He reached and grabbed for her to return, but as time spun, he began to come back to himself.
"My sweet girl, what have you done?" His voice carried both disappointment and shame as he spoke. He quickly pulled the fabric to cover himself before he stood. "You have betrayed my trust and the trust of my wife. You let lust drive you to do incredible things. Why did you not tell me of your feelings? Before they came to grow into a state of delicate nature? Do you realize what your bewitching has caused me to do? I have committed adultery. I must now confess my sins to my wife. Crimes that should have never come to pass, but were forced by your will."
"Please do not!" She shrieked, falling to her knees to cling to his leg. "My Lord, I beseech you! Do not speak of this. I will be killed or taken away. I have nowhere to go." Talon's heart knew the girl spoke the truth. Even with the peace that ruled over Crystal Springs, her death was certain. Her weeping and regret made his heart grow softer. He came to kneel beside her taking her in his arms to console her. "We must never speak of this, nor can we ever see it happen again. Do you understand?" "Yes," she spoke through panicked breath. "See yourself in your chambers and pray to the gods to erase your lust. I forgive you, but I stand a ruler begging upon my knees. No matter your feelings for me, remember you are nothing but a daughter to me. I ask that you come to understand this and vow to fight your urges."
Wailora came to hug him much like a child would. Her face buried itself into his neck. "My deepest apologies father...it shall not happen again," she murmured. Helping his future daughter to her feet, he showed her to the door. "See yourself to some rest, perhaps it will clear your mind." "I shall. I bid you goodnight, your Grace."
The petite body of the girl faded into the fire shadow of the corridor. Shutting the grand doors of the baths, Laxrindren came to lean upon the wall. He did not know how to feel. Looking down, he noticed the rise and hardness of his manhood, and suddenly he felt sick. Her charm had long since left him, and yet he stood aroused. His face fell to his hands, the strength of his body coming to slide into a heap of confusion. "What is wrong with me? She is but a girl of fifteen years. She may be an adult in their race, but she is but a child to mine. I cannot plant feelings for her. I have a wife...I have a vow." His mind was a bucket of shambled thoughts. He could not understand why his body had come to react the way it did. But one thing was sure, he was attracted to her, and that fact alone planted fear into his heart.
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