Beauty Aroused

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She lay before my, the spidersilk of generations over her body. Her breath was still, yet as I wiped away the dust and cobwebs I felt the warmth of her skin under my hand. How long had she lain here? A hundred years was the historian's best estimates, and in all that time no human had succeeded in freeing her.

Of course, they wouldn't. That was the point of the spell. When she had pricked her thumb and fallen asleep, the spell had taken all humans in the kingdom with it. Some neighboring princes had tried, but as they set foot in her lands they too were overpowered.

I, however, wasn't. But then, I was hardly human.

Prince Grudnar Half-troll was my name. My lands were the harsh and snowy Northlands, one of few places where trollkin and humans had merged. We had once been a warlike and deadly people although our appetites had since been channelled into... different forms.

I loosed the armor from my body, and opened the fastenings at my troos. As of today, as I freed her, Beauty would be mine.

I took the dagger from my belt and slowly ran it down inside the elegant dress she wore. Laying the separated halves down beside her I admired the firmness of her young and human body, the delicate nipples that sat atop her firm breasts, the thatch of golden hair between her long and shapely legs.

Outside I heard my sergeant-at-arms chasten our horses for their impatience. He knew that I would wish to take my time awakening this sleeping Beauty and knew better than to anger me.

Turning my attention back to her sleeping form I eased my huge body on top of her and positioned my shaft at the base of her womanhood. Then I began to ease forward. It was tight, painful even, to squeeze into her body, but with perseverance I managed to lodge at least sixteen inches within her. Then I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her as tenderly as possible.
 
OOC: I was wondering, do you already have someone to play the girl, or are you waiting for someone to rp as her?

Forgive me if this sounds utterly idiotic, I'm in a sort of comatose daze and was just wondering, because no one else had posted here yet. I apologize for bothering you if I have.
 
OOC: Nobody selected for Beauty yet... likewise there are other potential roles if people want them... sergeant-at-arms will be travelling with them, there is an entourage that could include other women and men as slaves, other roles/ideas let me know... remember though, no pure-humans would be awake until Beauty is awake so no pure-human roles exist.
 
OOC: I would like to join, but don't know if I would like to attempt to be Beauty, being that I don't know much about her. Perhaps a slave. Would you also have soldiers in your retinue, being that there is a sergent-at-arms?
 
OOC: Retinue would include a few soldiers, certainly. As to beauty, what is there to know? She is a princess who had a spell cast on her. On her (depending on version, but sticking to literotica rules) 18th birthday she pricked her finger on a needle and the whole kingdom plunged into sleep for 100 years until she was awoken by the kiss of a prince. This story (with influence from Anne Rice's Beauty trilogy, though not necessarily following the same path) follows what happens to Beauty AFTER she is awoken... which I'm sure most of us would agree is the more interesting and unwritten part of the original story. Oh and as to being a slave, that is one possibility for what will happen to Beauty depending on how she responds to her awakening and expectations - I'm largely leaving her interactions up to whoever decides to play her. Play her as wanton and willing wife, as shy and submissive sub, as rebellious or fearful slut slave... whatever.
 
OOC: Alright. I would like to volunteer then for the position of Beauty, though as I'm new I'm not sure if I would recieve it over someone else. If not I'll be a soldier in the retinue. Thank you for your information.
 
OOC: Kiriel - so far you're the only volunteer... please post as beauty... don't make me beg... you wouldn't like it when iI beg... ;)
 
OOC: I apologize for my delay, my computer went rather haywire last night. I'll take your word for it, and just post. Sorry about the change from third person to first in the post itself.

IC:

At first glance there was no alteration to the young woman lying before you, no obvious change or sudden awakening. Pausing for a moment, taking a better look, the rise and fall of her breasts could be discerned, the return of faint color to her pale cheeks, the slight movement as her lips parted.

Unlike the golden thatch that lay between her legs, the tresses that adorned her head were of a mahogany hue shot with golden and red highlights when the light touched the curls. The locks stirred for the first time in decades as Beauty turned her head to one side, her breath riffling through the curls as she woke.

Wake up...

The voice sounded in my head, the first clear voice I had heard in...how long was it now? A month? A week? A year? My eyelids began to rise as feeling flowed through my fingertips, toes, and lips. I had felt a phantom brush of contact across the latter, and had supposed it to be a fragment of my imagination.

Until the muscles in my abdomen tightened after eons of disuse and formed around a very large, very invasive, and very real object.

My eyelids flew open, the hidden blue-gray ors beneath abruptly shifting out of focus on the sudden intrusion of light. In my ensuing confusion of where I was and what was happening, my abdomen contracted even more, almost bringing a whimper out of my sorely unused throat.

I attempted to sit up, pull away, push against, anything, but my body would not obey me. With an effort I turned my head back to face the person between my legs, even though the film across my eyes would not clear, and the entire scene was very hazy.

"What- when –how -who are you?" I managed to whisper, my voice broken from the period of time since I had used it last. I felt no sharp pain anywhere as of yet, just a dull throbbing in my lower regions from the intrusion, and neither did I feel warmth or cold air- probably why my rather distorted mind did not realize the fact that I was entirely exposed.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-troll

OOC: Kiriel - can you PM me with your basic boundary lines... this thread can go anywhere from loving master to sadomassochist. Thanks.

IC: I smiled at her words as she stumbled to understand her situation. Rather than answering though, I lay a gnarled finger on her lips and urged her to silence. Then I began to move. Her tightness massaged my erection firmly as I claimed my bride to be.

Her eyes grew momentarily wide as she felt shock then slight pain at what was happening inside her. She was, I guessed, a virgin. If my guess was wrong, she had certainly never been taken by a half-troll and were it not for my silencing finger, she would have cried out.

"Relax, my princess," I said. "Welcome the prince who woke you, the man whose bride you will become."

That left her even more perplexed, but right then I did not care. I had long waited for this and felt my rapidly approaching orgasm, the ultimate claiming of the new princess to my harem. I sank my mouth down onto her exposed breast and sucked vigorously as I increased the pace of my thrusts. Still I was careful not to push too hard and tear her.

A growl began in the back of my throat as I reached my limit and, unable to hold back any longer, exploded within her. With a few more thrusts, I began to lose my length and once more was able to hear whether she was speaking, moaning, or screaming.
 
OOC: Sure sure, will do

IC:
I repressed the urge to bite the silencing finger, my rather obstinate nature not tempered by the long rest. Muddled thoughts floated through my mind, the explanation hanging just out of reach, fustrating me immensely.

Once he started moving, however, the thoughts dissapated as more of my nerve endings began to function. A sharp pain from my lower regions confirmed his guess that I used to be a virgin, before he planted his shaft deep within me. After the first time of attempting to cry out and failing, I shut my mouth tightly, determined not to scream or whimper.

The mouth on my breast finally brought to light the fact I was indeed entirely exposed, and involuntarily my nipples hardened from the attention.

The title 'Bride' caught my attention, and my face blanched to an almost deathly hue of cream. Thousands of notices, from the fact that the air was cold to that my abdomen was sore assaulted my newly awakened mind- it was the word 'bride' that pierced them all.

I tried to struggle, to pull away, but my limbs refused to respond. My eyelids closed as he spent himself inside of me, the loosening of the invasive shaft an almost welcome relief for my womanhood.

Almost, because no matter how innocent or chaste I may have been presented as, a small portion of me was always rather dirty, forever imagining what it would be like to lay with a man.

Opening my eyes once more to fend off the brewing battle between fury at being so treated, confusion, and a strangely pleased part of me, my gaze fell upon the prince. All the other questions leeched from my mind as I regarded him.

"Why?"
 
Prince Grudnar Half-Troll

I looked down at her and tried to work out what the question meant. Why? There were so many possible answers to that depending on what she was asking about, but none I needed to hide from her. I didn't roll from her, though flaccid now, my cock was still about six inches in length and felt good within her. It would be good if she could adjust to her new position as my wife as quickly as possible.

"Why what, Beauty?" I asked. "Why did I rescue you? That is simple - the same reason that all the other princess attempted - a part of the spell that was cast on you gave you as the bride to whoever rescued you. And with you comes the kingdom."

She looked shocked, horrified and angry all at once.

"Did you think it was because you are beautiful? Princess, I forget how young you were when you fell asleep. There is much you do not know about the world and politics, much that you need never know perhaps. Nobody would attempt such a dangerous rescue for beauty, but for a kingdom... yes."

I smiled and rolled a finger across her breast, teasing her through her anger.

"Or did you mean why did I take you when I woke you? Well, that was your beauty. You are legend - the most beautiful princess with the dowry of a kingdom. And even your fame does you an injustice. Princess, I only needed to kiss you... but that is not my way. It is not the way of my people."

I bend suddenly to give her neck a swift lick and saw her react unpleasantly. She tried to lash out at me, though whether that was revulsion at me or anger at the idea she was not good enough to rescue on her own merit, I did not care. In time she would accept it all.

"I know, you thought your marriage would be to a human weakling... handsome and pretty, not to a lumbering half-troll. No doubt to you my greenish skin, my wrinkled flesh is ugly. Learn to like it, Princess and it will bring you pleasure. Fail to appreciate it and it will bring you pain."

Outside I heard the sounds of the palace awakening. Running feet approached the bedroom heralding the arrival of a servant. I eased myself from her, without worrying about refastening my troos.

"Prepare yourself, princess," I said. "It sounds like your maid is..."

The bed chamber door opened suddenly.
 
My gaze went to the door first, limbs finally obeying to snatch the sides of my gown together to cover myself. I sat up abruptly, ignoring the tiny black dots that swarmed to my vision. Once my gaze cleared I could see one of the maids along with a man servent, both in varying stages of shock.

Not even looking towards that-that- argh, that dratted troll, I nodded towards the newcomers. "Greetings to you both. Could you please wait outside for but a moment?" The inquery was polite, but was said more of a command then any question. Upon their hesitant departure from the room, I turned to that despicable, still half-naked creature. I could not possibly honor him by calling him a prince- not in my present state.

"While with me comes a kingdom, it is only after my parents are dead." I spat, the fury winning the battle against the confusion. "And no, I would not have supposed someone would come for me simply because of beauty. I may be young, and I may be naive about the world, but I am neither stupid nor arrogant. "

I kept my voice low, so to assure the servents did not catch every word of what I was saying. "I will learn as I wish on my own time, not yours. You may have assured that I will be your bride, but I am not yet, not to the world, and the kingdom is not your own as of now. Do not believe you have any right to instruct me until we are married."

I rose and turned my back to you, heading for the wardrobe for something more appropriate in which to see to the servents, my cheeks flushed from anger more then anything else.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-Troll

"You heard her, leave!" I barked at the servants.

They quailed beneath my gaze. It was not surprising, they were only average sized for a human, a seven foot half-troll looking at them aggressively was probably among their worst fears. Still, they did not move but turned back to the princess.

"Y-your Highness..." stuttered the maid. "I-it's about your parents... They... they won't wake up!"

I blinked at them in surprise. That was never part of the legend. The prince's kiss was meant to wake the princess at which point she was destined to be his. There was nothing about the king and queen remaining asleep.

"The rest of the palace is awake?" I snapped, before the princess could say anything. "Speak, damn you!"

"y-y-yes," the maid said, her eyes suddenly rivetted to my face in terror. "Yes... all except Their Majesties..."

I turned back to the princess who was still wearing the severed dress and saw her blanch in fear. I reached out a hand to grasp her shoulder,in an attempt at comfort.

"Beauty, get dressed. Let's go see what has happened."
 
Listening to the message of the servents, and the information they gave, the color left my face. Turning to the servents and taking a breath to calm myself, I nodded once again to the servents. "Thank you, I'll be there in a moment."

I was still extremely irate, even more so now with the behavior of my rescuer. But my parents...what could possibly be wrong now....Slowly I padded over to the wooden structure which housed my various articles of clothing, shrugging off his hand.

"And you can stop barking at them right now. Again, you are not yet the master of this place. If my parents do not awaken, the castle and kingdom is mine until we are married, not yours. Being under a spell-induced sleep does tend to dull one's senses." I said, much too calmly for the situation, to the Half-Troll- whose name I didn't even now, I realized.

No doubt I was in a state of shock, or still shaking off the effects of the sleep. Picking out a robe of crimson I slid my arms through the sleeves, belting it securely so as not to reveal my torn gown.

"You might wish to dress yourself as well." I commented, glancing towards the prince for a moment. Grabbing a ribbon, I bound my curls back and away from my face while I walked towards the door, my movements unconscious and rather mechanical.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-troll

With a snort I tucked away my cock and fastened my troos. It would make it easier to walk and, for now, I had no reason to be exposed. As Beauty left the room, I walked after her and admired her form. She was a beauty, and a spitfire, of course, were she not to pull herself into line by the time of the wedding, were she not to realise who her master was and who she would have to serve, I would have no option but to break her... whatever that took.

For now, it amused me to let her think of herself as having the rights she had come to believe in during her spoiled life. Besides, if the King and Queen were unconscious still, they may need assistance. I had no reason to do anything but try to help.

We were led directly to the main hall where the King and Queen had been dining when they fell asleep. As the only two at the long table, they had chosen to sit next to one another and, as they fell asleep, they had been holding hands romantically. It seemed a parody of that now, with their bodies lying prone across now empty dishes whose foods had long since rotted to dust.

The servants had cleared away the dust and cobwebs, but otherwise left them undisturbed, perhaps through fear that disturbing them may make things worse. My eyes narrowed as I looked at the pair. This was not how the spell was meant to go.

"Where is the fairy witch who cast this spell?" I demanded.
 
Once he tucked himself in I exited the room, not even glancing at him until we entered the hall where my parents lay. His presence still grated on my nerves, if only because he seemed to think that just because he had woken me he instantly developed some sort of holier-then-thou superiority complex.

Given, I understood where wives, even royal ones, generally rested in the powers of the government. Still, I had ben schooled all my life to assume the throne, to make these decisions- not to have some arrogant troll mosy on in and decide what I was allowed and not allowed to do. Whether or not we were married, I was certainly not a slave.

Perhaps spoiled might have been applied to me, but I prefered to call it a desire for independence. I never requested to dwell in a society where men were revered above women. It just sort of happened, for whatever the reason.

I wouldn't say he was entirely bad- I didn't know him well enough or witnessed enough of his actions. His choices thus far were sound enough. They bothered me because he hadn't deigned to request anything- he just took whatever he pleased, with no regard for the feelings or choices of others.

Upon reaching the hall, he demanded -yet again- something more, something that we didn't necessarily have. "Well, they would have been asleep once whatever happened, wouldn't they have been? And therefore, how in the world would the know where she was then, let alone now?" I inquired, meandering over to where they rested. Brushing my fingers against my mother's cheek and my father's shoulder, I glanced for a moment as their interlocked hands.

Once upon a time I had believed that my prince would come, and that he'd be lovely and sweet and caring, and that we would have the sort of relationship my parents did normally- equal and loving. I snorted mentally, marveling at my luch that had brought me a prince, yes- but an arrogant, condecending one. Sighing, I touched the bases of the throats, attempting to feel the pulse of their blood in their veins.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-Troll

She was right and it angered me: who knew even if the fairy witch who had cast the magical spell was even still alive. Come to that, who knew if she would even understand what had caused the spell to do this - it wasn't in the legend after all. I stamped angrily, frustrated by my lack of ability to do anything.

Beauty was standing by her parents, checking their throats. I assumed this was a human thing as we half-trolls had other ways of seeing whether a person was dead. I walked over to her and watched her in worried concern.

"Well...?" I asked after she stood in silence for a moment.

She looked at me in fury.

"They're alive..." She said, seemingly unwilling to communicate anything else.

I curled a fist into my troos, refusing to react to her misdirected anger. It was, after all, understandable that she would be upset with her parents in this state.

"You!" I said, pointing at one of the servants. "And you... and you... and you... take the king and queen to the royal chambers. Make them comfortable - it will be better than lying here. And you... your people must have some kind of court wizard or something, got get him and tell him to do everything he can to wake them up..."

Fairy magic was old magic. Mostly a wizard had no chance of overpowering it, and this was a particularly powerful spell.

I turned my gaze back to the princess wondering if she realized what this meant, if she understood the implications. If the King and Queen were so incapacitated, then until they were roused she would run the Kingdom.

OOC: For the sake of the current storyline, please consider the King and Queen to be in something similar to a magically maintained coma.
 
The beat of the blood through my parents veins was faint but discernable. It was too weak for wakefullness, and the breath was almost still; it was as if they were just hanging onto a thread of life, while appeared to be perfectly healthy.

I repressed an urge to rap out a different order in conflict with the prince's. The problem was, he was right, and I probably would have ordered the same thing. The servents were already frightened of him, and would listen to me over his order.

They scurried to cooperate, various persons ruching forward to carefully lift my parents up, one at a time. I stepped to one side, when the thought that should have been first on my mind occured to me.

"Half a moment." I instructed the servents, picking up my father's free hand. On the base of his smallest finger was a band of the purest silver, a sort of silver from Dwaven mines to the south. The band was etched with runes in an ancient tongue, and a tiny, yet perfectly shaped diamond lay in the middle.

I slid the ring, the ring of the kingdom off of his finger, and placed it on my right ring finger. Traditionally the ring only passed onto the child when the parent died; but as my parents were incapable of ruling, the ring was in my keeping until they woke.

"Thank you; now please bring them to their chambers and settle them into bed, with a fire set in the hearth." I again stepped out of their way, fingering the band on my finger. If my father did not wake...

This particular heirloom did not pass from king to king, or queen to queen. It passed from the birthright to the next, and it's origin was as ancient and mysterious as the land of the kingdom itself.

"I doubt the wizard, if he is capable and awake, would be able to do anything. Usually only other fairies can reverse or counteract the spells of another. And it may be harder to track down the other fairies then the one who set this enchantment." I replied to the prince, lifting my eyes from the ring to the Half-Troll prince.

"And I wish to know your name. You seem to know mine and the history of these past years in which I have slept through, but I do not believe I know anything about you."

After the words left my mouth I wasn't quite sure why I voiced them. His attitude still annoyed me, but a more curious side had awakened, and it certainly would not do to behave so pettily as to call him 'You' or 'Troll' or something of the sort.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-troll

I watched as she repeated my commands, still trying to assert her own authority. That would end soon, although it seemed that the wedding would need to take place here rather than back at my own nation. As long as she was compliant, that would not be a problem. It would, simply, mean that we were already located in my new nation.

Then she took the ring and I knew that she knew the same.

"I wish to know your name. You seem to know mine and the history of these past years in which I have slept through, but I do not believe I know anything about you." She said, her tone a little more brusque than I preferred.

"I am Prince Grudnar Half-Troll, of the Northlands. We were a minor people when you were last awake, but our power has grown. And as to knowing your own history - every noble in the continent does. There were many other knights who tried to rescue you. They were idiots and fools, humans who ignored what the spell would do to them. No doubt they have reawoken now and are feeling stupid."

I looked at her, so proud, so haughty, so full of fire. I was not sure what to make of her. She would learn to serve me, to be an appropriate wife for a half-troll king, but I wondered whether I enjoyed her spitfire temper so much that I did not want her to calm down.

"Now," I said, deciding to push a little. "There is much to do. We have a kingdom to run, and a marriage to arrange. I would suggest that we wed on the morrow. Given what we have seen of the king and queen, there may be unexpected effects of the spell should we delay."
 
I might have on another occasion taken offense from his last words, but I did not this time. Perhaps the word 'suggest', indicating a sort of choice, smoothed the topic over a bit. "Why so soon?" I inquired, still twisting the ring about. "I don't quite see why it is necessary that we wed immediately in order to counteract other harmful effects of the spell."

The Northlands I was not well aquainted with. Even when I had journeyed away from the capital, it was always to the East, or to the South. The North had held little, if any interest to my people beforehand. It was though to be a barren wasteland inhabited by few, if any creatures, though I suppose his appearence proved this wrong.

"And why were they unable to wake me? There were barriers to be defeated?" It sounded pathetically ignorant, and it bothered me no end. I resolved to promptly order some books of the time I had been sleeping, so not to have to ask him every time I was unsure of the past.

"In addition to this, I believe that we need to set some basic guidelines about the upcoming marriage, no matter when it takes place. Or not guidelines, but rather clarifications on what is expected of the other. I am not going to be some docile harem slave, absent in matters of any importance. Whether the kingdom is yours through deed or not, it is mine by birthright. By not accepting this and following some antiqued rule of men over women you run the risk of repercussions many do not want to have."

I was aware of how empty the threat sounded. If he wished, he may be able to, in time, sway the opinion of my nation and rob me of any power that was rightfully mine. "I doubt very highly you wish to be in an extremely bitter marriage, fraught by tension and hostilities. I can't guaruntee it won't turn out that way anyhow, but I can assure you if you don't respect that I do hold some power in the government that is how it will be."

"While arguement and bickering appeal to some, the whole while being bombarded with anger is not the way most prefer to live their lives." I folded by arms across my chest, keeping my gaze on his, and tempering any anger that might have been seen there, schooling my expression to distance, as if bargaining over a treaty.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-troll

It was too much. A proud wife was one thing, but this level of disobedience and insult was ridiculous. I would no longer accept her rising fury. Stilling my breath so that I did not kill her, I reached out with one hand and grabbed her by the back of her dress, hauling her into the air before me. Her weight began to pull open the ties she had secured to hold her severed clothes together, but held as she was, her weight stopped her falling from them.

"Harem slave?" I growled. "Did I say you were to be a harem slave? I had hoped to take you as my wife - submissive, yes... accepting, yes... but my adviser, my friend, my priestess, my love. Harem slave..."

I turned her this way and that as I watched her struggle and try to lash out against me. Her punches and kicks struck my hard hide with little effect.

"I wanted you as much as your kingdom. I wanted you because the rumor was you are intelligent, wise, strong... but if you continue to be an arrogant bitch well... maybe you will only be good for a harem slave, a breeding machine with no life of your own."

She looked about her angrily, seeking help from the guards. None of them moved.

"Princess, do you think your people will interfere? They know the rules. Your court know the spell and that they owe me their fealty for reviving them now. The common people? They never know much about the affairs of kings, save where their taxes are taken from them."

I cast her to the ground and looked down at her.

"So, princess, what is it to be? Wife or slave?"
 
"It takes one to know one." I muttered under my breath, stilling my limbs. I had not in any way ment my comment to be insulting, or defiant- I was simply not going to meander into a marriage in which I had no idea of what was expected or what was going to happen. I would sooner disown myself from my title then do that.

This both annoyed me- so judgemental, he was- and surprised me. The violence didn't, no. But how he reacted as if I had insulted him so...the world had changed far too much since I had last been awake.

Submissive was not in my volcabulary. It was a word I learned, never used or applied. Accepting, yes. But not submissive. Arrogance...yes, perhaps I was arrogant. It would really be the onlooker to decide. I did not see how he threw the word in my face, though, when I applied to him equally.

I felt myself fall, though it didn't truely register that he had thrown me. Picking myself up, I straightened the robe, most of my anger dissapated into fustration.

"I am not your anything as of yet, only your betrothed. If I was wedded to you I would not do this, but as I am not yet, no matter how arrogant, I have the luxery." The words were calm and even, much to my relief. "Once you can calm yourself and discuss this in a resonable manner- without throwing objects or people- you can explain to me why it was such an offense to inquire as to what was expected from both sides in the upcoming nupitals."

The desire to turn my back and walk out of the room nearly drove me mad, but it would only prove him right, only give him more excuses to behave so. "And as for your answer, you may learn it after we marry, if you still wish to know so. For right now my answer would be far different then anything you would want to hear, and from your prior reactions, I fear for the stability of the room."

Perhaps the words were harsh. I certainly said them lightly enough, as if joking wryly, but his temper was even more unstable then my own, so it was quite hard to predict. There were so many other things that near burnt my tongue in their anxiety to get out, cutting remarks about his definitions of love and priestesses if his actions thus far explemified them, but I kept them in, leaning against the table with my arms folded.
 
Prince Grudnar Half-Troll

I blinked. She was indomitable, wild, untamable. She should have been a man, and suddenly, I realized that the joke was on the princes who strove to find her, save her, conquer her. She could never be the kind of wife any monarch would wish, she was too headstrong, and it made her beautiful... albeit in a way that would never lead to marriage.

I began to laugh. At the irony of the situation. At my own folly. At the tricks and deeper tricks played by the fairy witch. My laugh, at first sputtering in my throat, soon became a booming roar of hilarity. When I remembered I had already moved within her, I pounded my hand on the table in mirth. Was she pregnant? Ah, then one day she would pass the kingdom, the queendom, to our son. Was she not? Then it no longer mattered.

I held out my hand to her and beckoned for her to take it.

"Come," I said as she resisted. "Let me help you to stand."

Finally, taking my hand in hers, she used my bulk to pull her upright, and, with a pat to her shoulder, I let go. Of everything.

"You will make a good queen, Beauty," I said with a smile. "Never take a king, never let a man govern your lands... you are too strong, too proud. Rule for yourself, Beauty. You will do your nation well."

I could see the confusion on her face and shook my head with another torrent of laughter.

"Beauty, I free you. The Northlands have a strong army, and though we are mixture of troll and humankind, we have good diplomats and craftsmen too. If you seek an ally, send an envoy to us, and we will respond."

And with that I turned to walk away.
 
I viewed his laughter- which startled me even more- with vague apprehension, and a great deal of confusion. He was far more unpredictable then any person I had ever met, and how he had gone from being so upset to laughing histerically was beyond me.

Taking his hand with not just a tiny bit of amazement I rose, rebelting the robe absently as I listened to him speak. I fought to keep my jaw from dropping, so unexpected was his behavior.

A light blush tinged my cheeks, much to my chagrin. But still, I was utterly lost in what he was saying- until he continued, and again I nearly gaped.

"Beauty, I free you. The Northlands have a strong army, and though we are mixture of troll and humankind, we have good diplomats and craftsmen too. If you seek an ally, send an envoy to us, and we will respond."

Free me?

Of course I was happy, though it was odd. I had always expected to get a husband, to have to be second place in my kingdom, even though I wasn't tremendously pleased with it. But...what if I carried his child? No, he surely must have thought of that already.

"No need to send an envoy if you are already here right now. If you wish, let us sign the papers to be allies here, instead of arranging to have it done at a later date." Impulsive of me, to be sure; but surely my people owed something to the Northlands.

((OOC: Just wondering, would this be the end of the thread? And if so, would you want to do another with me by any chance?
If not it's alright, surely my characters get incredibly tiresome. Just inquiring.))
 
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