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The Realms
The Kingdom of Teren de Aur was in a state of significant transition. While still in a state of mourning over the tragic death of their beloved King Arturo they were trying to welcome and were hopeful that Crowned Prince, Stefan was truly ready to succeed his father as King Stefan. Even Stefan, had his doubts, he and his beautiful twin sister, Princess Serafina had only turned 18 three weeks earlier, they had been looking forward to taking a trip to the southwest coastal area of Tern de Aur, a beautiful azure water spot where they had hoped to visit with the people in the area, the fisherman, lounge and play on the white beaches, and enjoy their first extended holiday as adults.
The change of King, had brought many new forces into focus as well. Teren de Aur was a wealthy country, that lay on the lands west of the Menalon Mountains. To the north it had hilly lands that were perfect for fruit trees and vineyards, it also was fraught with deer, goats, rams and elk which provided ample hunting. The center section had rich, grassy lands and wheat fields where wild horses roamed and ranchers raised cattle and sheep, and farmers harvested the rich wheat and corn fields. To the far south were the warm and azure waters that the twins had hoped to visit. The seas were bountiful with all types of fish, and the coral reefs filled with lobsters, shrimp and other shell fish.
While Teren De Aur was blessed, it had been the fierce reputation as a man fully capable of quickly assembling his armies, commanded under the strong tactical brilliance of Duke Dragomir that had most strongly held its enemies at bay. With a new, and perceived unequipped, king, there was fear that the jackals could well advance in desire of their bountiful lands. The former Queen, and the twins mother, was thinking quickly, and she was already reaching out to the Duke, with thoughts that a marriage to her daughter would significantly improve both the perceived and actual strength of the realm.
Their neighbors to the west of the Menalon Mountains were the Kingdom of Kalosa, with the rich Principalities of Dumisa, Kallea and Anbessa. In aggregate the lands of Kalosa, though spread out, were similar in wealth and resources to Teren De Aur. Furthermore, King Argos had been a very close friend and trusted ally to King Arturo. The King of Kalosa had been amongst the first to reach out to Queen Ryanna with his condolences at the sudden demise of her respected husband, and had pledged his full support in the transition and stability of Teren De Aur.
No, the biggest concern was across the seas, the new realm of the Falkness Isles ruled under the seemingly ruthless and aggressive Queen Alexia. She had already attacked and conquered her sister country, uniting the Isles for the first time in generations, and there was every concern that she would soon turn her eyes to either Teren De Aur or Zuria . Her naval and military prowess were strong and growing, so the concern was real and King Arturo had been working closely with the Duke, with the concern now that the same forces could be equipped for a coup if the Lords and Dukes of the realm became concerned with the rule of the new King.
It was just before dinner when Princess Serafina walked into the throne room. King Stefan sat there looking blankly out the window. He had that worried look that knit his fair brows together, his pale blue eyes distant. He had worn that look a lot since ascending the throne.
“Stefan, what is wrong, my handsome brother?” she asked, her voice full of soft concern as she reached out to stroke his cheek.
King Stefan’s best friend, Sir Nazar had just left. “It was just Nazar, he was going on again, about the rumors of my sexual preferences. As no one in the Kingdom ever sees me alone with any women but you, there have been recent speculation that I may not care for women sexually. You can only guess, how my potential enemies are using this to question my appropriateness for the throne”.
She laughed softly at that and slid into his lap as the throne room appeared to be empty. Laying her head on his shoulder, she breathed into his ear, the warmth of her breath making him shiver as she said, “My poor Beloved, it is not your fault that the woman who fires the blood in your veins has that same blood in hers. The world is stupid, small and cruel. Pay it no mind.”
“If only it were that easy,” he murmured, kissing her slowly, a low moan drawn from him as she shifted in his lap, rubbing her exquisite ass against his suddenly stiffening cock. She was everything to him, best friend, confidante, soulmate… lover. At least, inasmuch as they dared. Their mother was not a stupid woman and from the moment she had come of age Serafina had suffered the indignity of being held down once a week and her slender thighs prised apart while the court’s royal physician violated her with his long and invariably cold fingers just enough to ascertain that the hallmark of her virginity remained intact.
Still, that left a good deal available to them and with hands and lips and ardent tongues they wrung bliss from one another, well versed since childhood in all the secret passages that riddled the royal palace, and with many a secret place to enjoy each other as well as the ability to slip into one anothers’ beds undetected. But that ONE thing that was denied them was slowly driving them mad.
He had just reached down and was about to slide his hand up inside her skirt, his slender hands shaking with desire, when their mother came in. “Off, off of him….my word Serafina, are you trying to give those that want to overthrow your brother more ammunition? I am not going to tell you, you can’t find ways, but you cannot be this brazen, and the throne room is certainly not the place for such a public display of your foolishness”.
She did not make any statements regarding her son’s arousal which was plainly visible even from the 20 feel away where she was standing. She was actually relieved, and found it disturbingly appealing. Her husband had passed, and she was far from wanting to close her legs for good from the hedonistic pleasure of the flesh. However, despite her assumptions, it was good to see confirmation that her son indeed desired women, they just had to find someone other than his sister. There were many young maidens of the court as well as the younger Princesses of Zuria and Orabel where they could try to find him an appropriate Queen. If they could avoid the scandal of him fucking his twin sister.
Flustered, Serafina stood quickly, her alabaster cheeks now touched with hectic color. She opened her mouth to protest, to tell the lies she had become adept in and wave it all away as a misunderstanding, but shut her mouth at the fire in her mother’s blazing eyes. Mother always knew. Everything.
Upon leaving her children, the Dowager Queen summoned Sir Nazar to her quarters. She eyed the young man as he entered, he could prove to be quite useful, as she felt the tingle between her legs, ‘yes quite useful in many ways’. “Sir Nazar, you need to get my son to the brothels with some others of the court. We need it broadly understood, that not only does he enjoy, but he has a real talent for the ladies. I will leave it to you, but I have a hunch that a lovely girl with pure white hair might cause a particularly positive reaction from him.”
Sir Nazar was not sure whether, she was suggesting it because of herself or Serafina, either way, he found the taboo nature delicious. He knew his friend and had often speculated that he had some unusual preferences, but this confirmed them. “That is a fine idea my lady, I promise to get right on that….can I be of any further service?”
His meaning was clear. The Queen Mother was still a beautiful woman, her one pregnancy that had produced the twins gave her fuller hips and breasts but her waist remained trim, her skin taut, and she was an avid horsewoman who often rode to the hunt and gloried in the rigors of bloodsport. That the birth of the twins had left her barren had been her King’s despair and delight. For while he had longed for more children he had also cherished the fierce delights he continued to enjoy unbroken with his passionate queen and her nubile body that had not been distorted by repeated childbearing.
The older woman simply smiled knowingly, “Not for now…but perhaps later this week you might come to my chambers after dinner with some wine and we might talk more…I believe you can be of very important service to the new realm”. With that she dismissed him and went and poured herself a large glass of wine. ‘Why did you have to go so early my love….you must know how much I miss your touch’.
Stefan looked longingly at his sister as she left per their mother’s instruction. “I will look in on you later Sister…if I see your candle.”
His own chambers were across a small courtyard from her own and she seldom failed to place a lit candle in her window when the servants had all been dismissed and she was finally alone. And then he would follow the secret places of the palace to her, moth to her flame. He was smiling and hard, as he left the throne room. There was no woman he desired like his beautiful sister...
On his way out of the throne room, he had found the servants, he was in no mood to dine and enjoy the frolics of the court. He would spend the time, looking around the room trying to decipher loyalist from traitor and pining for the moment when he could once again enjoy the taste of his Serafina. He found a servant and requested that dinner and a full carafe of wine be brought to his quarters, he would be dining alone this evening.
He had just started on his way again, when he was again confronted and joined in his walk by Sir Nazar. “Twice in such a short period, my friend to what do I owe my good fortune?” he said sarcastically. Outside of his twin, he truly did value the friendship of Edward Nazar, however he was not liking the most recent dialogue.
“It is no accident my friend”, he said as he slid along and followed the fast, athletic gate of his King and best friend, “…My King, there are rumors we must nip in the bud…even a small smoulder can quickly turn into a raging forest fire if not quickly and thoroughly squashed….”
He let his words sink in, until at last they were reluctantly acknowledged by his friend, Stefan sighed, “I know, but a whore, really…I do like women, but you should know I am not that experienced…”
Edward cut his friend off. “You are just 18, that is natural…but the place I will take you to, has beautiful women and women of skill…you will learn things that you can take back to please your true loves….” Again he stopped as he could tell that idea appealed to Stefan, “but they will also provide you pleasure, quite possibly greater than you deemed possible…however, pleasurable or not…merely the fact you go, partake and are seen enjoying the favors of a single or group of women, will do you more good than you know in gaining the support of the other Dukes and Lords.”
They had just arrived at the King’s chambers, and as Edward walked in behind him, he couldn’t help but notice the clear view of Serafina’s window. “I never realized what a good view you had of the Princess’ chambers from here”. He cocked his brow ever so slightly at his friend.
Stefan swallowed and looked down, “Yes it gives me great comfort to know she is safe in her quarters at the end of each day, she is very special to me”.
Sir Nazar nodded, he understood, his friend was a good man, a sweet and gentle soul, who had greatness thrust upon him a bit early, and his sister was quite stunning. Add to that the natural affinity of twins, and he felt badly for him, for both of them that their love would have to go significantly unrequited. “I know, and I am sure it does…I am glad that your relationship gives you both such comfort”. He said no more, and Stefan smiled at the tacit understanding, if not outright approval he took from his friend’s simple statement.
“Thank you Edward. Please make the necessary arrangements for tomorrow, but only a select few from the court please, enough to have witnesses, but not so many as to cause a spectacle”. Sir Nazar acknowledged his friend’s request and bid him adieu. Left alone, Stefan waited for his dinner, and looked forlornly across the courtyard at her window. He hoped it would not be too long after dinner when the single candle would appear, perhaps even a glimpse of her, as she would sometimes give him a quick flash, if confident no one else could see. He would wait vigilantly, waiting for the light, the secret invitation to their shared bliss.
The Kingdom of Teren de Aur was in a state of significant transition. While still in a state of mourning over the tragic death of their beloved King Arturo they were trying to welcome and were hopeful that Crowned Prince, Stefan was truly ready to succeed his father as King Stefan. Even Stefan, had his doubts, he and his beautiful twin sister, Princess Serafina had only turned 18 three weeks earlier, they had been looking forward to taking a trip to the southwest coastal area of Tern de Aur, a beautiful azure water spot where they had hoped to visit with the people in the area, the fisherman, lounge and play on the white beaches, and enjoy their first extended holiday as adults.
The change of King, had brought many new forces into focus as well. Teren de Aur was a wealthy country, that lay on the lands west of the Menalon Mountains. To the north it had hilly lands that were perfect for fruit trees and vineyards, it also was fraught with deer, goats, rams and elk which provided ample hunting. The center section had rich, grassy lands and wheat fields where wild horses roamed and ranchers raised cattle and sheep, and farmers harvested the rich wheat and corn fields. To the far south were the warm and azure waters that the twins had hoped to visit. The seas were bountiful with all types of fish, and the coral reefs filled with lobsters, shrimp and other shell fish.
While Teren De Aur was blessed, it had been the fierce reputation as a man fully capable of quickly assembling his armies, commanded under the strong tactical brilliance of Duke Dragomir that had most strongly held its enemies at bay. With a new, and perceived unequipped, king, there was fear that the jackals could well advance in desire of their bountiful lands. The former Queen, and the twins mother, was thinking quickly, and she was already reaching out to the Duke, with thoughts that a marriage to her daughter would significantly improve both the perceived and actual strength of the realm.
Their neighbors to the west of the Menalon Mountains were the Kingdom of Kalosa, with the rich Principalities of Dumisa, Kallea and Anbessa. In aggregate the lands of Kalosa, though spread out, were similar in wealth and resources to Teren De Aur. Furthermore, King Argos had been a very close friend and trusted ally to King Arturo. The King of Kalosa had been amongst the first to reach out to Queen Ryanna with his condolences at the sudden demise of her respected husband, and had pledged his full support in the transition and stability of Teren De Aur.
No, the biggest concern was across the seas, the new realm of the Falkness Isles ruled under the seemingly ruthless and aggressive Queen Alexia. She had already attacked and conquered her sister country, uniting the Isles for the first time in generations, and there was every concern that she would soon turn her eyes to either Teren De Aur or Zuria . Her naval and military prowess were strong and growing, so the concern was real and King Arturo had been working closely with the Duke, with the concern now that the same forces could be equipped for a coup if the Lords and Dukes of the realm became concerned with the rule of the new King.
It was just before dinner when Princess Serafina walked into the throne room. King Stefan sat there looking blankly out the window. He had that worried look that knit his fair brows together, his pale blue eyes distant. He had worn that look a lot since ascending the throne.
“Stefan, what is wrong, my handsome brother?” she asked, her voice full of soft concern as she reached out to stroke his cheek.
King Stefan’s best friend, Sir Nazar had just left. “It was just Nazar, he was going on again, about the rumors of my sexual preferences. As no one in the Kingdom ever sees me alone with any women but you, there have been recent speculation that I may not care for women sexually. You can only guess, how my potential enemies are using this to question my appropriateness for the throne”.
She laughed softly at that and slid into his lap as the throne room appeared to be empty. Laying her head on his shoulder, she breathed into his ear, the warmth of her breath making him shiver as she said, “My poor Beloved, it is not your fault that the woman who fires the blood in your veins has that same blood in hers. The world is stupid, small and cruel. Pay it no mind.”
“If only it were that easy,” he murmured, kissing her slowly, a low moan drawn from him as she shifted in his lap, rubbing her exquisite ass against his suddenly stiffening cock. She was everything to him, best friend, confidante, soulmate… lover. At least, inasmuch as they dared. Their mother was not a stupid woman and from the moment she had come of age Serafina had suffered the indignity of being held down once a week and her slender thighs prised apart while the court’s royal physician violated her with his long and invariably cold fingers just enough to ascertain that the hallmark of her virginity remained intact.
Still, that left a good deal available to them and with hands and lips and ardent tongues they wrung bliss from one another, well versed since childhood in all the secret passages that riddled the royal palace, and with many a secret place to enjoy each other as well as the ability to slip into one anothers’ beds undetected. But that ONE thing that was denied them was slowly driving them mad.
He had just reached down and was about to slide his hand up inside her skirt, his slender hands shaking with desire, when their mother came in. “Off, off of him….my word Serafina, are you trying to give those that want to overthrow your brother more ammunition? I am not going to tell you, you can’t find ways, but you cannot be this brazen, and the throne room is certainly not the place for such a public display of your foolishness”.
She did not make any statements regarding her son’s arousal which was plainly visible even from the 20 feel away where she was standing. She was actually relieved, and found it disturbingly appealing. Her husband had passed, and she was far from wanting to close her legs for good from the hedonistic pleasure of the flesh. However, despite her assumptions, it was good to see confirmation that her son indeed desired women, they just had to find someone other than his sister. There were many young maidens of the court as well as the younger Princesses of Zuria and Orabel where they could try to find him an appropriate Queen. If they could avoid the scandal of him fucking his twin sister.
Flustered, Serafina stood quickly, her alabaster cheeks now touched with hectic color. She opened her mouth to protest, to tell the lies she had become adept in and wave it all away as a misunderstanding, but shut her mouth at the fire in her mother’s blazing eyes. Mother always knew. Everything.
Upon leaving her children, the Dowager Queen summoned Sir Nazar to her quarters. She eyed the young man as he entered, he could prove to be quite useful, as she felt the tingle between her legs, ‘yes quite useful in many ways’. “Sir Nazar, you need to get my son to the brothels with some others of the court. We need it broadly understood, that not only does he enjoy, but he has a real talent for the ladies. I will leave it to you, but I have a hunch that a lovely girl with pure white hair might cause a particularly positive reaction from him.”
Sir Nazar was not sure whether, she was suggesting it because of herself or Serafina, either way, he found the taboo nature delicious. He knew his friend and had often speculated that he had some unusual preferences, but this confirmed them. “That is a fine idea my lady, I promise to get right on that….can I be of any further service?”
His meaning was clear. The Queen Mother was still a beautiful woman, her one pregnancy that had produced the twins gave her fuller hips and breasts but her waist remained trim, her skin taut, and she was an avid horsewoman who often rode to the hunt and gloried in the rigors of bloodsport. That the birth of the twins had left her barren had been her King’s despair and delight. For while he had longed for more children he had also cherished the fierce delights he continued to enjoy unbroken with his passionate queen and her nubile body that had not been distorted by repeated childbearing.
The older woman simply smiled knowingly, “Not for now…but perhaps later this week you might come to my chambers after dinner with some wine and we might talk more…I believe you can be of very important service to the new realm”. With that she dismissed him and went and poured herself a large glass of wine. ‘Why did you have to go so early my love….you must know how much I miss your touch’.
Stefan looked longingly at his sister as she left per their mother’s instruction. “I will look in on you later Sister…if I see your candle.”
His own chambers were across a small courtyard from her own and she seldom failed to place a lit candle in her window when the servants had all been dismissed and she was finally alone. And then he would follow the secret places of the palace to her, moth to her flame. He was smiling and hard, as he left the throne room. There was no woman he desired like his beautiful sister...
On his way out of the throne room, he had found the servants, he was in no mood to dine and enjoy the frolics of the court. He would spend the time, looking around the room trying to decipher loyalist from traitor and pining for the moment when he could once again enjoy the taste of his Serafina. He found a servant and requested that dinner and a full carafe of wine be brought to his quarters, he would be dining alone this evening.
He had just started on his way again, when he was again confronted and joined in his walk by Sir Nazar. “Twice in such a short period, my friend to what do I owe my good fortune?” he said sarcastically. Outside of his twin, he truly did value the friendship of Edward Nazar, however he was not liking the most recent dialogue.
“It is no accident my friend”, he said as he slid along and followed the fast, athletic gate of his King and best friend, “…My King, there are rumors we must nip in the bud…even a small smoulder can quickly turn into a raging forest fire if not quickly and thoroughly squashed….”
He let his words sink in, until at last they were reluctantly acknowledged by his friend, Stefan sighed, “I know, but a whore, really…I do like women, but you should know I am not that experienced…”
Edward cut his friend off. “You are just 18, that is natural…but the place I will take you to, has beautiful women and women of skill…you will learn things that you can take back to please your true loves….” Again he stopped as he could tell that idea appealed to Stefan, “but they will also provide you pleasure, quite possibly greater than you deemed possible…however, pleasurable or not…merely the fact you go, partake and are seen enjoying the favors of a single or group of women, will do you more good than you know in gaining the support of the other Dukes and Lords.”
They had just arrived at the King’s chambers, and as Edward walked in behind him, he couldn’t help but notice the clear view of Serafina’s window. “I never realized what a good view you had of the Princess’ chambers from here”. He cocked his brow ever so slightly at his friend.
Stefan swallowed and looked down, “Yes it gives me great comfort to know she is safe in her quarters at the end of each day, she is very special to me”.
Sir Nazar nodded, he understood, his friend was a good man, a sweet and gentle soul, who had greatness thrust upon him a bit early, and his sister was quite stunning. Add to that the natural affinity of twins, and he felt badly for him, for both of them that their love would have to go significantly unrequited. “I know, and I am sure it does…I am glad that your relationship gives you both such comfort”. He said no more, and Stefan smiled at the tacit understanding, if not outright approval he took from his friend’s simple statement.
“Thank you Edward. Please make the necessary arrangements for tomorrow, but only a select few from the court please, enough to have witnesses, but not so many as to cause a spectacle”. Sir Nazar acknowledged his friend’s request and bid him adieu. Left alone, Stefan waited for his dinner, and looked forlornly across the courtyard at her window. He hoped it would not be too long after dinner when the single candle would appear, perhaps even a glimpse of her, as she would sometimes give him a quick flash, if confident no one else could see. He would wait vigilantly, waiting for the light, the secret invitation to their shared bliss.
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