Opensesame54321
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She had watched at the celebration of the bloody sheets and the ending of a war long in the making. The thing hung up over their heads, a reminder to all and sundry of what has just occurred, and the two joined as one.
For all of her life, she had been told of the traitorous Blackwood - a people that stole any and everything. She had been taught how to kill them in every way imaginable. Poisons. Using any weapon needed. Even how to use her bare hands if needed. And in battle she had killed her fair share.
Yet, in all of this there had been no lessons in love. In fact, she thought back. Never once had her father told her that he loved her. Oh, he told her that he was proud of her, occasionally disappointed in her. But never loved her.
So it was amusing how now, she was being forced to find an emotion new to her. She knew dozens of way of killing this man, her soon to be husband and King. But not at the cost of her entire kingdom. Just as he would endure her safety to keep his kingdom alive. Love? She was not sure just what that was. Which was ironic considering that she had that one word in ancient Blackwood trimmed into her pubic hair.
She ate though she was not hungry. But to not eat would be an affront, as if she suspected the food poisoned. The cake was sweet - something that she was not used to. Thrustrians did not eat much sweets, maybe the occasional pudding or sweet bread. She found the cake, this New Kingdom cake, immensely sweet and therefore merely nibbled at it. What she really longed for was rest.
As the guest began to leave, she too wished to go. Her father sat perched on his little stool, remaining regal and stoic and she was proud of the dignity with which he bore the humiliation that they attempted to heap on him. He refused it and remained proud, his back erect. Only she knew the physical pain that sitting in that little stool caused him Only she knew of the injury he bore which kept him from fighting. Because of the injury to his hip, he now walked with the slightest limp when in public. But in private, only she had seen the great pain that he endured. That was when she had taken over the leading of the troops.
Fighting left no time for niceties. Though women were not necessarily taught niceties. Women were not taught love. After all, the teaching of love would break the vessel. She had been told that there would be pain, but not unbearable pain. That there would be blood, but no more than what could be lost in battle.
It had always been assumed that she would be married off to one of their allies, not the enemy. Yet here she sat, deep in the enemy camp, coupled to the enemy. There could be no going back, now. In essence, they were now the enemy. They were Blackwood.
The music played and people seemed more interested in celebrating than anything else. She was aware of sitting there beside Tomas, his seed inside her womb. She had been told that her job as Queen was to supply an heir to the King. In essence, a baby maker. The vessel that was to hold the true blending of these two lands.
Yet, the moment of coupling had been strangely erotic, somehow. The feeling of his body against hers, nakedness against nakedness. This was certainly something new for her.
She knew that the question of love would come up eventually. What was love? As of now, she did not know what love was. As of now, it was merely a coupling.
He spoke without looking at her.
Zarathrusta, you are welcome to breakfast with me in the morning. You may refuse if you wish, but if accept I will ensure that we will have our privacy. It maybe a good time to continue the discussion you started earlier while we were in the coupling chamber.
She paused, but only for a second. Perhaps this would be her chance. Never one to run away from anything, she knew immediately that she would. Better to know what the other thought. Honestly saved confusion later.
“I will be there.”
For all of her life, she had been told of the traitorous Blackwood - a people that stole any and everything. She had been taught how to kill them in every way imaginable. Poisons. Using any weapon needed. Even how to use her bare hands if needed. And in battle she had killed her fair share.
Yet, in all of this there had been no lessons in love. In fact, she thought back. Never once had her father told her that he loved her. Oh, he told her that he was proud of her, occasionally disappointed in her. But never loved her.
So it was amusing how now, she was being forced to find an emotion new to her. She knew dozens of way of killing this man, her soon to be husband and King. But not at the cost of her entire kingdom. Just as he would endure her safety to keep his kingdom alive. Love? She was not sure just what that was. Which was ironic considering that she had that one word in ancient Blackwood trimmed into her pubic hair.
She ate though she was not hungry. But to not eat would be an affront, as if she suspected the food poisoned. The cake was sweet - something that she was not used to. Thrustrians did not eat much sweets, maybe the occasional pudding or sweet bread. She found the cake, this New Kingdom cake, immensely sweet and therefore merely nibbled at it. What she really longed for was rest.
As the guest began to leave, she too wished to go. Her father sat perched on his little stool, remaining regal and stoic and she was proud of the dignity with which he bore the humiliation that they attempted to heap on him. He refused it and remained proud, his back erect. Only she knew the physical pain that sitting in that little stool caused him Only she knew of the injury he bore which kept him from fighting. Because of the injury to his hip, he now walked with the slightest limp when in public. But in private, only she had seen the great pain that he endured. That was when she had taken over the leading of the troops.
Fighting left no time for niceties. Though women were not necessarily taught niceties. Women were not taught love. After all, the teaching of love would break the vessel. She had been told that there would be pain, but not unbearable pain. That there would be blood, but no more than what could be lost in battle.
It had always been assumed that she would be married off to one of their allies, not the enemy. Yet here she sat, deep in the enemy camp, coupled to the enemy. There could be no going back, now. In essence, they were now the enemy. They were Blackwood.
The music played and people seemed more interested in celebrating than anything else. She was aware of sitting there beside Tomas, his seed inside her womb. She had been told that her job as Queen was to supply an heir to the King. In essence, a baby maker. The vessel that was to hold the true blending of these two lands.
Yet, the moment of coupling had been strangely erotic, somehow. The feeling of his body against hers, nakedness against nakedness. This was certainly something new for her.
She knew that the question of love would come up eventually. What was love? As of now, she did not know what love was. As of now, it was merely a coupling.
He spoke without looking at her.
Zarathrusta, you are welcome to breakfast with me in the morning. You may refuse if you wish, but if accept I will ensure that we will have our privacy. It maybe a good time to continue the discussion you started earlier while we were in the coupling chamber.
She paused, but only for a second. Perhaps this would be her chance. Never one to run away from anything, she knew immediately that she would. Better to know what the other thought. Honestly saved confusion later.
“I will be there.”