Beyond Time (closed)

"I have hopes that we'll have a good marriage." Dylan said as he mentioned that she fulfilled all of his needs. "Perhaps some children in time. For now, however, I am more than content with what you give me."
 
"I'm glad I can keep you happy even with how busy I am," Ashien said after pressing a kiss to her neck. "And I'm going to find a way to lighten my workload for our sake. Maybe take on a page or squire or two."
 
Dylan laughed softly at that. "A squire or page might bring you more of a load!"

She turned her dark eyes towards his own, her blonde hair flowing over neck as she looked up at him. She gave him a grin as she pressed her lips against his, kissing him gently.

"Thank you for the offer though. I'm content enjoying what little time we have together right now." She said softly.
 
"It might be a little extra work til he can handle some things alone... Then he can take over some chores for me and I'll have a little extra time. I'll need to take one on soon anyway." He was glad for her kiss, letting his hands smooth down her back adoringly.
 
"Extra work seems to be your middle name. I don't think I've met another person on this world that is harder working than you." Dylan said as her husband's hands ran over he back. "I admire that drive in you, Ashien."
 
Ashien could only smile, secretly brimming with pride that his beloved wife appreciated him so. "Beauty," he murmured with one more kiss before they climbed down and he happily settled with her in the grass below. He laid back comfortably and welcomed her to his side with yet another adoring kiss while his hands wandered aimlessly over her curves.
 
Being in his arms was the best feeling in the world, Dylan decided as she lay there next to him. His hands were large but slender, warm and fragile. He definitely touched her like an artist. She could imagine as his hands drifted over her body he was memorizing her flesh, her bones, her hair, everything there was to know.

"If you touch me like that, you better be prepared to go further." She whispered against his ear as his hands smoothed over her back.
 
"Only say the word, milady," came his muttered reply while his hands slipped down her hips and thighs and one dared to slip beneath her dress to find her bare skin.
 
Dylandra shivered as she felt his hand on her bare skin. I felt like an eternity since she had last had an intimate moment with her husband. He was tired and busy, always with something on his mind. Now, it was just the two of them and he was enjoying her.

"I love you, Ash." She murmured softly, her dark eyes finding his own in the dying light.
 
Ashien's smile only grew warmer at her words. In a more casual situation he might've teased and said he hoped she did love him, or it'd be a long, long marriage. But all thoughts of joking fell away to his response, which was to kiss her like she was the source of his own life energy. He pressed her onto her back in the grass, pulling her dress away a moment later so he could worship her skin like he loved to do.
 
Dylan whimpered as she found herself bare before him, her husband loving her for all he was worth with his lips and his hands. She had never found another lover like him in her life. He made her happy and fulfilled something within her that was hard to describe.
 
Ashien was soon laying aside his own clothes, determined that nothing would come between them. When he too was laid bare, he took Dylandra's hands and welcomed her into his lap as he sat back against the boulder. He wanted to relax and take his time, and that was clear in how gradually he let his hands wander until his fingers found her seam while he kissed her, surprising her with the slow pressure of his fingers stroking over her flesh between her thighs.
 
"Ash." Dylan whimpered as he ran his long fingers over her wet slit.

He kissed her senseless then, her eyes closing tightly as she started to dance and move in his lap. She was panting as he took his time feeling her most intimate area. He certainly knew how to light a fire in her belly.
 
Dylandra's needy and erotic dance soon had Ashien hard as the stone against his back, and he steadied her for just a moment before his slender fingers pressed into her core with confidence to demand her pleasure. His stiff length waited impatiently by for the right moment.
 
Dylan let out a long, low whimper as his fingers pressed into her body. She could feel his cock pressing against her bottom, telling her of his need and his want to wait for her to find her pleasure. Dylan found herself unable to speak and instead she wrapped her arm around his neck, her fingers curling in his short, dark hair as she sought to anchor herself against what he was doing.
 
Finally, Ashien gave into his own carnal needs and drew back his hand only to lift Dylandra up on her knees just enough to lower her back down onto his throbbing shaft. With a low, breathless moan, Ashien let his head tilt back while his body seemed to involuntarily move with his wife to pump slowly into her own.
 
"Ash...oh my..." Dylan panted, shivering as he slipped himself into her body and let his head tilt back with a dark groan. "Oh, love. It's been too long."

She started to ride him with gentle motions, letting him rise to meet her as he was able to. Their motions were unhurried as they reunited after such a long time apart.
 
Ashien made love to his beloved wife all night, even after they'd returned home to escape the night chill. The following week was one of planning and anticipation as the Imperial Prince would arrive the next Friday. Henry had of course invited Dylandra and Ashien to join them all for the Prince's week-long stay before he moved on to Dublin, Edinburgh, and then Scandinavia. John was incredibly nervous about the whole thing. Certainly Elizabeth hadn't accepted the man's suit, but what if he managed to change her mind or intimidate Henry in person?

The Prince's arrival was heralded by the finest knights of the Empire, set to join security all over the city while the Prince was there. His own bodyguards guided the mounted Prince into the palace courtyard, where the tall and handsome man dismounted to face those who welcomed him.

Perhaps the most immediately striking feature about Lothair was the clear, nasty scar that cut from his left temple down to his jaw. From what stories those in attendance had heard, he'd been bashed in the face with the sharp rim of a heavy shield, cleaving his helmet open and cutting into his face. That had been in the final battle of his first war, before he took the head of the offender and went on to capture the capital city of his enemy and add it to the empire. But he didn't look like such a weathered warrior. He looked more like a noble gentleman and if not for the scar and the sword at his hip, none would guess he was a fighter of any sort.

His fine brown hair was long, tied back smartly, and his angled, handsome chin was lined with a goatee. He was dressed in black and green with a bear fur cloak and a wide brimmed hat with a folded side and a plumed feather protruding in a stylish manner. When his brown eyes fell upon Elizabeth and Henry, he smiled and swept off his hat. "Your Majesty, my lady." He bowed low before them. John was already tense.
 
Elizabeth could see just how tense John was about the situation. It made her heart ache to think that he might not believe her when she said that she had no interest in anyone but him. However, she was a royal family member and as such, she had to play a certain part in relations with foreign princes. She had dressed well that day, a blue gown that lit up her eyes and made her hair seem like fire. She had a small circlet upon her brow to mark her position in the court and nodded toward the prince as he introduced himself.

"My lord." Elizabeth said as she dropped into a low curtsy just as she had been taught.
 
Lothair stepped forward to press a gentlemanly kiss to her hand, then he shook Henry's hand. "Thank you for welcoming me, sir."

Introductions went all around and Lothair seemed a perfect gentleman. A feast was awaiting them and they all entered to sit down. Nothing terribly interesting aside from chatter about the recent happenings in the Empire took place until they were settled in Henry's parlor, when Lothair finally addressed the issue that was on everyone's mind.

"Milady, forgive me if I sound impatient or petulant, but I had sent you and your father a suit letter some time ago. And with the way some of our friends here have been looking between the two of us, I can only imagine it's what they're thinking about. Might I ask what thoughts you've had on the matter?" John had never been more tense, but he tried to pass it off casually.
 
"My hopes are that our countries can enjoy a long and lasting friendship, Lothair. However, I would be remiss to tell you that there is someone else that has captured my attentions." Elizabeth answered him honestly. "Perhaps that is a discussion that we should have in private."
 
Lothair seemed rather surprised that she was interested in someone else, but he nodded. "Later, of course." He was welcomed inside and greeted each of them, including John who, to his credit, was civil and didn't show any of his feelings about Lothair's suit to Elizabeth.
 
Elizabeth did her best to not let the nerves that she was feeling show. She owed it to everyone to be open and honest about her feelings. Being married to a man that she didn't love would cause a life time of regrets.

When she had the moment, she pulled Lothair to her father's study to talk in private. Once the door was closed behind them, she let out a long sigh and looked at him with an apologetic glance.

"Being the heir to a kingdom is not for the faint of heart." She said with a slight smile on her lips. "Every decision must be made with a clear mind and heart."
 
"I know that all too well, Princess, being an heir myself." Lothair folded his hands behind him with a sigh. "The Emperor had hoped I might convince you to accept my suit. He won't be happy if I tell him it didn't work out." He then offered her a smile. "May I ask who it is that has caught your eye? He must be quite a man."
 
"Sir John." She murmured softly. "Believe me, Lothair, I wish that you and I had worked out, but the heart knows what it wants. You deserve someone that can make you happy and sets your heart on fire. I don't think that I can be that woman for you when my mind is elsewhere. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."
 
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