Her Royal Highness and Warrior (PM if interested)

[Blaanid]

Morgosis was her father’s only daughter, and his only child. She was heir to his throne and in command of his army! Simply put, Morgosis wasn’t your normal pretty princess, she was strong, strong willed and already a very good politician, a perfect bride for any man, King or Lord!

And it was becoming clear to both Morgosis and her father that she would soon have to marry, she was now at the age of 18 and both of them knew that if she were to marry into another royal house, that she would in turn make both countries even stronger and more wealthy with not only material and land wealth, but that of her beauty and mind.

So, her father the King sent out missives to all eligible rulers that would make good allies, inviting them all to come and make offerings for the Princess’ hand in marriage!

Morgosis, home Kingdom is Carlon
Age 18, height 5’6”
Long red hair that reaches her nice well toned ass and blue eyes that seem to be the color of the deep sea

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon held the missive down near his lap, while he thought through his options. His kingdom was a small one, but it had strategic value to all his neighbours. Also, for it's small size, it was rather wealthy. But what made this kingdom maintain it's independence was the man sitting on the throne.

His once mighty 6' frame was ravaged by a pox that killed his older brother, then king, his brother's family and his own. By the grace of the Gods alone, he survived. But where there had been a slightly handsome face, now was a patch work of scars. His light brown hair that his mother had passed to him was nearly white, drawn back into a ponytail that stopped halfway down his back.

While he body suffered, the pox seemed to sharpen his mind. Within the first three years of his rule, he had managed to strike treaties that ensured his kingdom's independence of its neighbours, while increasing his influence over them slightly.

His thin hands and flabby arms came out of an ornate robe that could have had two of him comfortably within. They lifted the missive once more, and read the content again.

"Abraxus, make ready for travel. King Morgan would like for me to meet his daughter. Send a missive informing him that King Tarlon will happily accept his invitation, and will be arriving immediately."

'Though I doubt that she would be pleased to see me,' he thought.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis was not the type that desired beautiful men, she found that a good mind and a thoughtful lover would be the one that would one day take her heart. She had been summoned by her father, letting her know that the great King Tarlon would soon be there, more than likely within a day or two and kissed her father lovingly on the cheek and went off to train with the men again to keep her mind from wondering the rest of the day.

But the day that she knew that her future husband would be arriving, she had dressed like a lady, and for the first time she had not worn the armor that she was used to, instead dressed in the finest gowns that were available to her to meet her possible suitor.

She stayed in court with her father for that entire day and into the evening, she helping him look through missives coming and going from his advisors and other allies that he kept in contact with and also helped him read some of the other languages that he was not fluent in. And as it began to seem as though King Tarlon would not be arriving this day at all, she see the page come to the throne, announcing his Highness, King Tarlon. And for the first time, Morgosis laid eyes on the man that her father would more than likely agree to marry her to, she finding that he was not at all what she was expected, yet still understood that he was a wonderful man in mind, and that was the most important thing to her!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon had arrived at the castle of King Morgan by early afternoon. He had been taken to his rooms where he readied himself to meet his host, and the main reason for his trip, Princess Morgosis. Tarlon's spymaster, Arnan, had informed him that the Princess was not like most high born ladies. She was strong tempered, with a fiery personality that was clearly signaled by her rich red hair. Still, it did not matter to him what she was like. Tarlon had to convince her father that the match would benefit all.

Ivory coloured robes were donned, without any ornamentation visible. His only show of his position was a small crown. He walked to the throne room, with the aid of a cane, which frustrated him greatly. He was aware of the looks of the staff and men at arms as he passed them, slowly making his way to meet with his hosts.

Finally, the doors opened, and he looked upon King Morgan for the first time in nearly 20 years. His eyes remained fixed on the King, but he took in everything around him, including the sight of Morgosis. He was amazed at her beauty, even hearing that she wore armour more often than softer materials. Such activities did not seem to have marred her appearance at all. Without pausing, he walked towards the throne, and stopped at the base of the stairs, nodding to his host.

"I thank you, Morgan, Brother King, for your invitation to meet your daughter, Princess Morgosis. I look forward to speaking with you, and your delightful daughter, while I am a guest here in your most hospitable halls."

He turned his head to looked directly at Morgosis. His own sapphire blue eyes locked on hers, and he stared into them for a few seconds, before bowing his head slightly to her.

"Your Highness, rumours of your beauty fail to adequately describe what my eyes have just seen."

 

[Blaanid]

She gave him a warm smile back saying, “If it is beauty you seek your Highness, I shall go fetch you the finest horse that we have in this land!”

She was making it clear that she did not want a man to marry her for her beauty, nor for her riches, rather to marry her for the combined success of their states and even perhaps one day for love. Though she had learned from her father and mother that a royal marriage had rarely ever been filled with any kind of love, but most of the time respect for one another grew.

In a way she was surprised at how weak he seemed, yet in his eyes she could see that there was a likeness of her, the will to keep the mind active, the thirst for knowledge and the greater understanding of how one should always continue to grow their mind.

And it was Morgosis who spoke up again saying, “I train with the men in the morning your Highness, would you like to join me for breakfast before hand? I eat at dawn.” She making it very clear that she wanted to know him, wanted to spend time with him, and made it perfectly clear that she had no fear or loathing of how he looked or carried himself.

 

[marauder13]

"I came not seeking beauty, Princess Morgosis. I was invited to come and meet the daughter of a fellow King of the Lands. When I saw you, your Highness, I noted your beauty, and commented on it." His voice was firm, and the hint of command lurked behind it. "If I am granted the good fortune to do so, then I hope to compliment you further than on just your outward beauty."

Tarlon listened to Morgosis as she detailed her plans for the following morning. He kept his surprise deep within that she would be permitted to engage in such activities. Again, Arnan's work was most thorough, the Princess confirming that aspect of his reports.

"With your Father's permission, I would be delighted to break fast with you in the morning. I will meet you at dawn on the morrow. Please have someone ready to lead me to where we shall eat together." Tarlon turned to face King Morgan. "With Your Majesty's permission, I wish to withdraw to my chambers. I have an early day tomorrow."

With a nod of ascent from Morgan, Tarlon nodded in return to his Host, and bowed slightly to Morgosis. He then took three paces backward, turned and left to return to his rooms.

 

[Blaanid]

Already, Morgosis liked this man a lot! And she in turn kissed her father on the cheek and went off to bed herself, knowing that on the morrow that things might get very exciting indeed. She knew that her father would not force her to marry this man, but at the same time she knew that he didn’t have to, for she was well educated enough to understand that if she did not marry soon, that it would not be good for her Kingdom at all, for it would need a strong ally at its side, especially now with all the wars that were creating havoc all around them.

And when she woke that next morning, she hurried herself into her armor, always keeping herself drilled as if they were at war. Giving herself good practice to get dressed quickly in case of great need and found herself sitting down in the great hall, the breakfast already getting ready to be served and smiled seeing that it was just her and Tarlon that would be sharing the morning meal together.

She gave him a large smile as she sat across from him at the table and before the plates were put in front of them she did say to him, “I shall agree to marry you Tarlon, I just have one request. And that is, to be allowed to continue to train and keep my command, though in the marriage agreement, that command would be under your rule as a marriage gift. And if I shall become with child, I will retire from my command to raise your children. That is all I ask Tarlon.”

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon woke an hour before the dawn, as was his custom, and dressed in clothes that were more comfortable than ornate. With the aid of one of the servants, he was led to the Great Hall where he would meet Morgosis for breakfast.

As he entered the hall, he saw his potential bride pacing near the table. On seeing him, she smiled and seated herself while he approached the table and sat down opposite her. Her beauty was not marred by the armour she wore, but it rather projected it is a different light.

He listened to her as she informed him of her decision, as well as her request. He smiled at the young woman, delighted at her fore thought, and the confidence her words showed.

"I am not aware of the customs of this Kingdom, but I thought it was the decision of your father as to who you married. Still, I am pleased to hear that I am worthy of being your husband.

"As for your request, I would grant it to you. But it would be a hollow promise. Your command would remain here with your father's kingdom until such time as he died, and rulership passed to myself or my heir. In that time, I doubt that you would remain without child. Unless, of course, you father abdicated in favour of me when we marry. But I doubt King Morgan would do such a thing."

Tarlon reached out for some of the food before him, and started to eat while he watched Morgosis take in his words. She was an intelligent woman, and one not afraid to show that intelligence to others. If he was to marry her, she would make a good wife, one that he would enjoy spending time with, even outside the bed chambers.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis was surprised that she had not thought of the fact that her command would be staying at her father’s palace, yet she nodded to King Tarlon saying, “Well, may I drill with your men your Highness? At least until I am heavy with your child, which I’m sure wouldn’t be too long anyway, but none the less I would enjoy it.”

“My father left this marriage decision up to me, he loves me and respects my reasoning. Father employed the best tutors and trainers when I was a child. I suppose he treated me as the son he never had. Though his only wish is that I be married here in his castle so that he doesn’t have to travel far.”

She sat back and relaxed in the chair for a time, and looked him up and down for a little while. It was as though deep inside she was indeed attracted to this man, and the thought of sleeping with him did make her feel warm all over making the idea of being married to such a man feel like an adventure indeed! She knew that once she told her father her decision that he would have them married right away, she just wanted to be sure that she would find the same respect from the man she was to marry that she had in her father, and she smiled as she could see it in Tarlon’s eyes!

 

[marauder13]

"I shall make my final decision when I observe you on the training field after breakfast. While you wear the armour with practiced ease, it doesn't state that you are any good while wearing it. If I am satisfied with your abilities, then I shall grant your request to train with my soldiers.

"Very well, but you shall enter my kingdom initially as my wife, not as the Queen. You shall be crowned there, such that my people will have both a ceremony and a festival to celebrate such a joyous occasion.

"But before anything else happens, I have one request of you, Princess Morgosis. What do you think of the man who sits opposite you? Speak truthfully and plainly, and do not fear that I will take offence at anything you say."

Between Arnon's reports, and his own meagre observations, he knew that she would speak her mind about him. For reasons he had not yet discovered, she was willing, even eager, to join her life with his. And until he knew those reasons, he would proceed carefully considering his union with the fire haired warrior across the table from him.

 

[Blaanid]

He wanted honesty, she would give him honesty. “I see in you a great man, not a handsome or pretty man, but a man with a great mind and well breeding. I don’t like pretty men, it taints their hearts and minds, they seem to care more about how they look than how they should think.”

She understood all too well what the pox could do to a person’s body. “I see in you a man who can love, who understands what it is to not only recive but also give. And by our little conversation, you seem like a great negotiator! I think that I shall enjoy the challenge of being your wife, the idea of learning from you about life and even possible love sounds like a lifetime of great wonder and happiness.”

“M’Lord, my men will soon be waiting for me, I must take my leave, however I will be done by midday and will enjoy very much spending the rest of the day and evening with you, father even commanded me to not do anymore drills after today until I am either wed to you or you leave after deciding not to wed me.”

She kissed him on the cheek sweetly, her long soft hair brushing against his face as she did so, her own sweet womanly scent flowing to him, giving him a small hint as to what it would be like to be intimate with such a woman!

 

[marauder13]

While he expected honesty from Morgosis, her exact words were not expected. He was warmed by her kind words, and the appeal that he had for her. He began to quickly reassess his thoughts about his union with the fine young woman, and decided that she would make a worthy queen, even without the addition of her father's lands.

He watched her walk away, enjoying the grace in her stride. He finished his breakfast. He used the services of another servant to lead him to the training grounds. He stood watching Morgosis as she trained with the men. They accepted her as one of their own, not noticing that she was any different to the rest of them.

But one of the soldiers saw him watching Morgosis intently, and became defensive of his Princess.

"Take your stare off Her Highness, old timer. She is to be treated with more respect that what you have shown with your faded eyes." He stepped in between Tarlon and Morgosis, his pose threatening.

"Do you know who I am?" Tarlon spoke quiety, but with clear authority. When the soldier shook his head nervously, he replied, "King Tarlon. The future husband of Princess Morgosis."

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis hadn’t really expected one of her finest men to act in such a way, and in a way this was to be expected in such a way. But she looked to Darren and commanded him to stand down, careful not to show any kind of emotion at all, though she did feel the warm feeling in her heart, the words from King Tarlon announcing that he was her future husband, she having to work very hard at hiding her emotions. It feeling as though her entire body came alive at the idea of being this man’s wife, her own body seeming to become aroused at the idea!

And when the mornings drills were over, she in turn went to her family’s baths and with the help of her servants, she shed her armor and walked completely naked into the water that was in the rear of the castle keep, she feeling the warm waters wrap around her body, washing away any sore muscles that were there and the sweat and grime that was on her skin from working with the men.

She relaxed in that water for about an hour, she thinking the last several days though, her father announcing to her that she needed to wed, that her country needed her to take a husband and bring further security to their lands. But her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps in the room, footsteps that she assumed were from her servants, though deep down she did hope he was her husband-to-be! After all, their lands were not Christian, and there was nothing taboo about having intercourse with a man that she was intended for, and honestly she invited the idea of giving him her body before they were wed!

 

[marauder13]

Abraxus was rather nervous about this particular errand, but his Lord insisted. Abraxus had learned quickly when the point of argument was passed, and it was passed after the first objection.

He reached a point in the Princess' chambers where he stopped, to observe the proper manners of his station.

"Princess Morgosis, I am Abraxus. Servant to King Tarlon," his deep voice carried through the chambers. "My Lord, King Tarlon, wishes to challenge the soldier who accosted him earlier today. He wishes to demonstrate to all his worthiness to claim you as his bride. He will conduct the challenge prior to your training session in the morning." There was a pause, and the voice became less formal, more personal. "Princess, he will not be moved on this matter. Please don't try to sway him."

There was another pause, and the sounds of his footsteps seemed to be retreating.

 

[Blaanid]

She immediately got out of the water, not even waiting for her servants to dry her. Instead she just wrapped herself in a thin sheen robe and made her way to Tarlon’s chambers, she knocking on his door requesting to address her future husband, not even carrying if anyone was watching her wet almost naked form, not carrying if this would anger her father. She wanting to explain to King Tarlon first before he made any challenge that the young man only wanted to protect the only daughter of the King. That indeed Darren respected his monarch so much that he would stand up for her.

She yelling right through the door saying, “Please Highness, lets talk about this first before unnecessary blood is spilled. I don’t want any of the men harmed, nor you. And I don’t want a bruised groom either!” The first thing that ever came to Morgosis' mind in situations like these was not honor, but common sense. And she hated more than anything when the men wanted to fight over things as simple as misunderstandings!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon sighed as he heard the pounding on his chamber doors. Morgosis' voice was one used to the training ground, and carried well through the closed door. He walked to his door, without the aid of the cane, and opened the door before the young woman broke it down with her fists.

"Please, princess, do come in and make yourself warm. It would not be good for you to be standing in cold air attired so." He waited for her to enter, then closed the door behind her. While he made no outward display, he was taken by her beauty as it was displayed, in it's near natural splendour.

"Now, before you waste further breath trying to curb my decision, it is too late. This matter shall be addressed in the way I intend it. You, nor you father, shall interfere. This is a serious matter to me, and one I mean to address in a fashion that will lay any further thoughts of this type to rest.

"While I appreciate the display of affection you are showing, I believe that it would be wise for you to return to your chambers, and get a good night sleep. The morning will be quite busy, I imagine." Moving with more surety and grace than when she last saw him, Tarlon moved to a chair closer fire place and sat down.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis sat down in a chair opposite of him and continued to quietly argue why she didn’t want him to challenge Darren and wanted to understand how it was that he intended to challenge the man. She wasn’t even really aware of how she looked, not even noticing how her own full breasts seemed to almost be busting out of the top of the robe, how her bare well toned left leg was showing through the slit of the robe and not even thinking of how she was affecting Tarlon one bit.

But she also knew how men thought of her and was very much willing to use that tool to keep her men safe and to keep her father’s fighting force healthy and ready for battle. And so she looked Tarlon right in the eyes saying, “If I give my body to you tonight Tarlon, will you promise me not to kill Darren?”

 

[marauder13]

On her offer, Tarlon looked directly at Morgosis' eyes.

"My decision has been made, Morgosis. Start learning that there is a point where I make my decision, and it will not change. You will learn how to read me well to know where that point is, as well as how to delay my reaching it.

"I am deeply honoured at your offer to save the life of one of your men, but I will not do so. I will bed you when you are my wife. I know you have not been in the company of a man in that way yet, and I will not have you become a woman in any other way."

He stood and walked over to the young woman, extending his hand to her. "Please, it is time for you to return to your chambers."

 

[Blaanid]

She was angry that he would not be swayed, that he would at least not bend a little in saving a man’s life just for protecting her. But she did as she was told and kissed him sweetly on the cheek and made her exit from his chambers to return to her own.

Morgosis did not sleep well at all that night, she had slept only mere hours before her servants came into her room to ready her for what would be the very morning that King Tarlon would challenge Darren. And unlike many of the other mornings, Morgosis dressed herself in one of her finer gowns, a gown more fitting of her station, for she had called off the morning drills knowing that after a fight to the death would not work well at all and instead would stand with her father as King Tarlon challenged the younger man as was his right. She herself dressed in a forest green gown with her long hair let completely down and unbound, giving everyone for the first time in many years a view of how their princess really looked when she actually dressed like a princess!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon was down in the training yard before the sun reached the horizon. He was dressed in a simple linen robe. He wore nothing else.

Soon the area filled with soldiers of the King's army, including the one Tarlon had challenged. He was fully dressed in his armour and carried his sword in his hand. He was clearly nervous, though to what end was not clear.

Tarlon heard the approach of Morgan and Morgosis be way of the men's voices as Morgosis passed them. Tarlon noted with a smile that Morgosis looked every inch a princess, and would also look like a Queen as well.

Morgan's Master at Arms came out with a sword for Tarlon. It was a serviceable weapon, nothing differing it from the one in Darren's hand. Once the blade was handed to Tarlon, he rested the point of the blade on the ground.

"Witnesses of this challenge," Tarlon's voice rang out through the yard. "You have not come to see two men try and kill each other, so let none fear for the loss of life. But with this challenge, I shall prove my worth to all who doubt my worthiness to be the husband of Princess Morgosis.

"Darren, step forth and join me." The man in question, clearly relieved that death was not going to occur, was still confused at what was going to happen. "Darren is a strong and hale man, but I will defeat him in a simple test of the body."

Tarlon gripped the hilt of the sword, with the point still facing the ground. He raised his arm until it was parallel to the ground. "Come Darren, match my hold. If your sword arm remains up longer than mine, then I will withdraw my pledge to marry Morgosis. However, if I prevail, then there will be no more questioning."

Darren smiled, and followed Tarlon's lead. The two men stood facing each other, each with one arm raised holding a sword waiting for the other to fail first.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis felt all the air leave her chest as she heard Tarlon explain that he was not challenging Darren to the death, but also felt nervous once more when she heard him say that if he did not win the challenge, that he would withdraw his claim to marry her. But she could see already that Darren would not be able to hold out, for he had dressed heavily in armor that day thinking that he would have to fight to the death, and as he went head to head with King Tarlon in the challenge, he was not able to last long at all with such heavy armor. Armor that did not allow him good balance and grace, she watched as Darren quickly lost hold of his sword, thus ending the challenge and making it very clear that Morgosis was fated to be wed to this man!

King Morgan went as far as whipering to Tarlon saying, “If it pleases you King Tarlon, you may wed my daughter this evening!”

 

[marauder13]

"Lad, there are two things that will make sure you win a fight. Your brains, and endurance. Even without the armour on, your sword point would have touched the ground before mine. Remember that, and you'll live to be a ripe old age."

Tarlon handed the sword back to the Master at Arms. He was approached by King Morgan, who whispered his willingness to have Tarlon marry Morgosis that night. Without a pause, he nodded, and clasped Morgan's wrist in a warrior's handshake.

"I shall go and make ready then, Your Majesty," he quietly replied. Sparing a quick look at Morgosis, Tarlon left the field to prepare to receive his new wife.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgan then made his way over to his daughter, and hugged her lovingly saying, “Your servants are in your chambers, they will be preparing you for your wedding tonight. King Tarlon has agreed to marry you this evening before the sun goes down.” He knew that winter was coming, and he didn’t want his daughter to be traveling to her new land in the bitter cold and understood that the sooner that she be married off, the sooner she would learn to live a normal life as Queen. He had done right by her, given her all the tools to learn about the world, to grow her mind, understand war tactics and good politics to make her the great Queen that he always felt that she could be.

And Morgosis for the first time felt her cheeks become red with nervousness and excitement at the idea of becoming this man’s wife! She in turn going up to her chambers, her own servants spending hours in helping her put her gown on, placing freshly picked flowers in her hair and keeping her calm knowing that soon she would be bound to another great King just like her father and that tonight she would learn just what it meant to be a woman!

When it was finally time for her to join her soon to be husband, she could see that her father had set it up so that it was a private ceremony, allowing both Tarlon and Morgosis to be wed quietly so to now attract too much attention, to add that extra bit of security for them knowing that King Tarlon would be taking his new bride home that next day. Morgosis wondering herself what it would be like riding with Tarlon in his lavage carriage all the way back to his Kingdom, with her womanhead already broken and the memory of sex from the night before. She kissed Tarlon’s cheek as the priest helped them with their vows and watched as the sun went down, telling her that soon she would be alone and naked with this man, that soon she would know the mixture of pain and pleasure that went with being wife to her new King!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon was dressed in his finest clothes that were brought along on the visit. The fabric was the lightest available in his kingdom, and it was a deep blue with silver trim. He wore no identifier of his rank during the wedding. This was the simple joining of a man and woman.

Morgosis was radiant during the ceremony, and it all went well. There was not the grand burden of a state ceremony, and this felt far more personal than what he thought would occur.

The ceremony complete, Tarlon and his new wife were retiring to chambers specially prepared for the couple. The entire way, Tarlon had his arm out for Morgosis to hold. While he felt no true love for her yet, he had a belief that it would grow. He could feel that his young wife had stronger feelings for him than he for her.

Soon, they arrived at the rooms where they would be husband and wife for the first time. The servants were busy making the last little changes before departing at a near run.

"How does my wife feel right now?" Tarlon walked over to stand before Morgosis, holding both of her hands while he awaited her answer.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis gave him a nervous smile and exhailed before she said, “Nervous and excited, and another sensation is running through me right now, but I am unsure how to explain it.” She looked to him and for the first time she kissed his mouth softly, Morgosis for the for the first time was allowed to be intimate with this man, a man that she would call husband for the rest of her life.

Her cheeks became very rosey as she realized for the first time that she had no one else in the room other than Tarlon himself to help her out of her gown, that in their haste, her own servants had not undone the back of her dress. But she figured out the trick well enough on her own, and while standing in front of Tarlon, she let her gown fall right to the floor in front of him, letting him see what just what kind of a jewel he had married.

Her full naked body was there for his viewing pleasure now, her full firm breasts with their pink already erect nipples standing at attention. Her flat well sculpted belly that would one day swell with the life of her husband’s powerful seed, and her well shaven mound between her legs with just a wisp of red pubic hair that matched the long locks on her head that seemed to call out to him, showing him just where he would enjoy himself this very night, where indeed his sword would be sheathed for many nights to come!