Her Royal Highness and Warrior (PM if interested)

[marauder13]

Tarlon rejoiced at the feel of his wife's hands on his manhood. She explored him a little while she was getting him ready, and it served to get him more aroused. She still seemed to be so innocent about men as lovers, even though she had shown herself to be quite willing and eager.

When she wrapped her arms around him, he resumed kissing her while he entered her very slowly. He took his time before he was fully within her. He closed his eyes at the feel of her enclosed about him. He moved equally slowly with his thrusts, moving slowly and deliberately. While he did that, he kissed Morgosis deeply and with a great passion, helping to muffle both their vocal responses to what was happening.

He moved his kisses to her cheek as he moved to her ear. "I love you, and I thank the Gods every day that they gifted me with you." He took her earlobe in his teeth, applying a little pressure before releasing it. He moved himself back so he could look into her eyes. He could clearly see her love for him shining from them. He leaned down to kiss her again, savouring the feel and taste of her lips.

 

[Blaanid]

His breath was like heaven to her, his kiss felt as though it was life itself, as though all she needed to survive anything would be his love and touch. She could feel him so deep within her, it really feeling as though they were one, he inside of her and she inside of him. He brought the perfect combination of physical warmth and emotional warmth that she needed. Her body responded to his, her own juices flowing and her body heating up as he continued to express his love to her by way of his body and touch, by the way he held her close to him and filling her now only with his great manhood but his love!

Her legs wrapped around his ass, her feet looping around him as she held him to her, she thankful that she was not too far along to enjoy such a position, to have the man that she loved so much wrapped around her in such a way!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon moved slowly and steadily, not changing his pace at all. Even when Morgosis wrapped her legs around him, he did not change his tempo. They kissed continually through the unchanging rhythm of their lovemaking.

Tarlon fought hard to control himself as he felt Morgosis starting to peak. His natural desire was to pick up the tempo and finish her off. But to doing so who have her screaming her pleasure loudly. Not that he would mind, but others in the camp might be a little surprised and not to mention annoyed at such an outburst.

He did, however kiss her more passionately, ready to smother her screams with his mouth.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis was breathless, she feeling him keep a steady slow rhythm, driving her more and more insane with need! She could feel that he was doing this on purpose, she knowing that he didn’t want her to scream with her pleasure to wake the entire camp, for to do so would surely create a panic. She was thankful for his kisses, those sweet loving and demanding kisses.

She could feel her body begin to respond more and more to his loving, she knowing that her climax was just about to peak, she only too thankful when she felt her body explode with pure pleasure. Her release taking her body as though she was in a great storm, her own little cunt spasming all around his thick cock as if to give signal to his body that she wanted and needed more and more of him, her own body making clear demands of his as if she was now the boss in the marriage bed!

 

[marauder13]

He felt Morgosis reach her peak, and their kissing indeed muffled the scream that tried to escape her. When she finally calmed down from her peak, he resumed his slow and steady rhythm. The look Morgosis gave him was one of shock and mild anger, and she tried to speed things up herself.

But whenever she interfered with is timing, he stopped while buried deep within her. That seemed to push her closer to orgasms was well. He felt her explode underneath him again, being rocked by by her body as she reached her pleasure peak.

Again, he made slow love to his wife, and continued through more of her orgasms until he reached his own peak. Finally spent, he leaned down so his mouth was again near her ear. "Was that what you wanted from me, my love?"

He kissed her a few more times as he laid himself down beside her. He was delighted that he could make her so aroused. He wrapped her smaller body in his arms, holding her against him as he drifted into sleep.

 

[Blaanid]

Sure their sleeping arrangements were not as nice as Morgosis was used to, but what her husband had just done for her was well worth it, she forgetting completely about how uncomfortable she was in the cold night air, feeling his love and warmth wrapped around her, holding her to him as though she was the only thing in the world that really mattered to him. She kissed him as they drifted off to sleep, only to wake up early that next morning to the smell of freshly cooked meats that seemed to make her mouth water.

What was left of her ladies quickly entered her tent to help her compose herself before coming out to eat, she much relieved that they were so fast and efficient, wanting so badly to take care of the hunger that was making her belly hurt

 

[marauder13]

The remaining time through Khemgard went without issue. Upon their arrival at the Calron border, they were greeted by a contingent of the Royal Guard. The officers met and conferred, and the two men rode back to the carriage.

"Your Majesty, it pleases us that you have permitted Her Highness to return on this most unhappy of occasions."

"It is the least I can do for the nation that gave up it's most beautiful of treasures to join my House. I bring representatives of allies of mine to share the grief at the loss your Kingdom has suffered. But, let us not waste time of pointless formalities. I would like the Princess Royal to be within the keep as soon as possible."

"Of course, Your Majesty. If we may escort you?"

"Certainly, I will be most honoured."

With one last look at Morgosis, the officer saluted, and rode back to his men. They formed up in front of the entourage, and set off for the Keep of Princess Morgosis.

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis felt her heart warm the moment they were inside of the keep, she watched as the servants and the guards made it very easy for her to go right from the carriage and to the very same bedchamber that she and Tarlon had shared those many wonderful nights together. She didn’t even waste any time in dressing in something more comfortable to lie down and rest.

She found the bed most comfortable compared to the camp beds that had been arranged and groaned in comfort feeling the softness seem to wrap around her body, finding sleep claiming her body very quickly. She woke hours later just in time for the evening meal to be served, walking down to the dining hall that she had eaten so many other times before with her father and now husband, it felt as though she was dreaming, tears were filling her eyes again as she remembered that they were here to lay her father to rest, that she would never again see the man that she called father, the man who raised her and loved her so. And even as Tarlon came into view she couldn’t hide her tears from him, it completely impossible for her to hide any emotion from the man that she loved so much!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon let Morgosis be tended to by her people, while he waited to meet with the Seneschel. He didn't have to wait long.

"Your Majesty, I am Vandrel, Duke of Carlon and Seneschel to His Late Majesty. On behalf of the Kingdom, I thank you for bring back the Princess Royale so swiftly."

"Your Grace, we would have been here sooner if it was not for the fact that the Princess is with child again." He paused while the old man's face lit up with pride and happiness. "So, please, have the servants be aware of her state. Officially, I am here as the Head of State of Ramun, but in reality, I am here as the Princess' husband. I have no plans on interfering with the politics of Carlon, so if there are any hot heads amongst the royalty here, you can expect me to not give them cause for any... embarrassment."

He started to walk from the carriage when he stopped and turned to face the Seneschel. "I almost forgot. I have traveling with me representatives of Khemgard, and of an ally of mine, a nomadic group know as Clan Wolf. These ladies are also here to pay their respects. In the case of the Barbarian woman, I ask that she be permitted to wear her customary clothing out of respect for her culture as she pays respect to you late King."

"We shall have chambers for both women, and their attending ladies. May I lead you to your chambers, Your Majesty?"

"Thank you, Your Grace, that would be most kind."

After a short walk through hallways he remembered clearly, he arrived at the chambers where he and his newly wed wife stayed. "Thank you, Your Grace." He entered their chambers, and saw Morgosis crying. He walked over to her, as she climb out of the bed. The embraced, him holding his wife as she cried, mourning the loss of her father. Like Tarlon, she was alone in the world, none of her blood family alive, with the exception of their son back in Ramun, and the new life she carried in her belly.

"My love, I wish there was more than I can do for you to ease your pain and grief. I liked him, thought we never had much chance to see each other, all I knew of him came from reports and messages. But his people loved him, that I can see. They also love there Princess Royale too."

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis held onto him tightly, she feeling everything seem to cave in on her all at once, she whispering to him saying, “I must have rushed things too much, maybe coming in here was not such a good idea, maybe I should have stayed back with you for a while Tarlon.”

“I think father had me married to you knowing what kind of a man you were, perhaps father had me married to you knowing that you would be a kind husband and knew that you would be a loving man capable of unconditional love like father did for my mother!” She smiled thinking back on how much her father loved her mother, she remembered when they lost her mother, how depressed he had become, how much it upset him losing the love of his life. Morgosis couldn’t imagine what Tarlon had gone through losing both his wife and his children all at once!

She whispered to him again, “I should be better at this by now, mother died in child birth, both the babe and she died, father couldn’t eat or sleep for days.”

She relaxed a little in his arms, feeling so much better when she talked about her father. Then the smell of food in the other room seemed to wake her senses again and smiled realizing that she was very hungry, “I think a nice warm meal will do us both good, don’t you agree?”

 

[marauder13]

"Having any loved one dying is not an easy thing to deal with. It should never be easy. If it was easy, then the person wouldn't mean anything to you." He let his mind go back to the time of the Pox. It took him two weeks before he was well enough to even think about his family, and his brother's family. He mourned them all for a month.

"Yes, food would be good." He led her to the table and they sat down to eat.

"Morgosis, officially, I am King of Ramun, and you are Princess Morgosis of Carlon. I will not be able to stand at your side during any official ceremonies. Outside of that time, I'll be your loving husband, supporting you when you need it.

"Also, there will be the question of rulership of the Kingdom of Carlon. It is something that you will need to give careful thought to. And it will be a subject that I will not talk to you about in any way. I think that there would be a number of nobles that would be sensitive to any input that I may have. While only you can banish me from your life while here, that is the only way to ensure that everyone thinks that you have not been coerced by me while we are here.

"Be prepared for those views and words."

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis sighed, she never thought that a day like this would ever come, where she would have to deal with both her father’s death and managing the politics of both her father’s kingdom and her husband’s. She remembered her father setting up things so that she would have full control over things after his death, she just hadn’t expected the stress to be so high and the pain this much.

To be honest, she wanted to relinquish power over Carlon, she was more than willing to pass on any ruler ship over to one of her cousins so that she could go back to where she belonged, her husband’s kingdom and she whispered it to him saying, “This isn’t my home anymore Tarlon, it hasn’t been since we were married. I am your wife and Queen, I want nothing more than to give up control here and go home after I put father to rest. I want nothing more than to be in the same home as our children with my husband at my side.”

She didn’t like staying there, at first she thought it would be nice to come home to her childhood home, to relive her wonderful memories of growing up there, being married there and finding out what making love was really about. But the longer she as there, the more depressed she became, the more worry she began to feel for Cole who was not near her, it feeling as though there was a large void growing within her, as though there was something very wrong going on!

 

[marauder13]

"Well, my love, first you will need to get through the funeral of your father. Then, if my memory serves well, three days after that will come the coronation of the new monarch. In those three days you will have to decide the fate of your old kingdom. I am sure that there will be many nobles who will want to have a say in what happens."

He ate in silence for a while, as he tried to process what Morogsis had said. He was pleased that she felt that she had a new home, but the degree she was distancing herself from her homelands was concerning. Again, he reminded himself that Morgosis was a young, pregnant woman who was separated from her only child for the first time dealing the death of her father and a host of other related issues. All told, she was dealing with matters well.

"Don't fear, my love. I will support you when you need it."

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis had never felt such a calm relief wrap around her, it was as though she could feel her own husband’s love wrap around her like some kind of a warm soft blanket, surrounding her and protecting her like some of kind of a spiritual force.

She finished her meal and standing up from the table she announced that she would retire for the rest of the evening knowing very well that they would have a long day tomorrow and more than likely over the next several weeks.

She stood beside Tarlon and leaned down, kissing him lovingly and without really noticing gave him a perfect view of her two perfect globes, as if to remind him what he would get to enjoy once he came to bed with her. She giving him a warm smile as she left the room, her gown trailing behind her as she entered their private bedchambers and readied herself for bed.

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon watched his wife walk into their bed chambers. She was still a fine looking woman, one that any man would be happy to have sharing his bed. He also knew that he had other obligations to fulfill soon, though doing so in Carlon would be viewed in a different light to the reality of the situation.

But he finished his meal, and went to join his wife in bed. They would both have a busy day, though for different reasons. By the time he arrived, Morgosis was already in bed, though she looked far from relaxed.

"What troubles you, my love?" Tarlon asked as he disrobed in preparation to joining his wife. "I sense that it is more than just the fact that we are here to farewell your father. Share your burdens with me, so that they will be lighter."

 

[Blaanid]

She rolled over on the bed, her nakedness no longer being hidden by the covers, her lovely little ass being shown off as she rolled over to speak with her husband saying, “I think that it is just a combination of being away from our son so long and having all of these new obligations that I must now fill.” She knew that they could very well be here for months and whispered to him saying, “I fear how long we must stay here, I don’t want to give birth to our child here, I want to deliver our child where I feel at home and safe. I don’t feel safe here at all for some reason, its like I can taste that there is something wrong in the air.”

She reached out to him, wanting him more than ever to come to bed with her. She feeling so cold in their bed without him there, “Will you hold me tight tonight my love?”

 

[marauder13]

"Of course I will hold you, my love." Tarlon was good to his word, embracing his wife in the bed that he first made Morgosis a woman. It felt strange lying in the same bed, in the same room once more.

"Sleep well, my love, for tomorrow we will say farewell to a good man. And after that, we get to have all sorts of fun. And we'll see just how good your training has been in the sport known as politics."

 

[Blaanid]

Morgosis drifted off to sleep, her body feeling completely at home with Tarlon there with her and woke before him that morning, her ladies there with her and helping her dress so that she could be ready to send her loving father off to the next world where she knew that they would all meet again. She smiling at the thought of being with her father again one day, that Tarlon would be there and with his first wife, the thought of Tarlon being surrounded by such love brought much needed warmth to her body.

She and her ladies walked down to the main hall where her father’s body was laid out, and sat down on one of the benches watching the men building the pyre where her father’s earthly remains would be burned. She suddenly feeling that she no longer felt sadness, only comfort in knowing that Tarlon would be with her, and that she had a duty to her father’s people now!

 

[marauder13]

Tarlon waited until Morgosis had left before he started to move. Today was going to be hard for them both. Morgosis was going to be Princess Morgosis of Carlon, not Queen Morgosis of Ramun. Tarlon was going to be King Tarlon of Ramun, not the husband of Morgosis.

To make matters slightly worse, Princess Liselle of Khemgard remained with Tarlon, even though her father was present. He found this to be slightly confusing, as well as being a source of some suspicion. He did not dwell on it too much, as he had more important matters to concentrate on. But then, the Nemerian problem was something not too urgent until it all fell into place.

Kasha had dressed herself in a more sedate outfit for the mourning. It would cause less heart failures than her normal attire seemed to do. But, Tarlon waited with the other dignitaries as they awaited the proper time to enter and pay their final respects to the most recent King of Carlon.

 

[Blaanid]

Everyone in the court were talking about Princess and Queen Morgosis, they talking of how wonderful she looked, whispers going around that the Great Tarlon had once again gotten a child on her and that she would soon be giving him another heir or a daughter to marry off. Morgosis herself smiled at Kasha as she noticed how thoughtful she was as she did her best to dress in something more appropriate for such an occasion, it touched her heart beyond measure seeing how much thought Kasha had put into it. She could see that her husband was standing aside with Princess Liselle, she wanting nothing more than to giggle at the expression on her husband face telling her that he was uncomfortable as ever, she seeing clear as day that Liselle was up to something, though she understood little about what the woman was really thinking.

Morgosis made her way to where her father’s body was in state ready to be placed on the pyre, she whispering to him her love and then signaled to the guard that it was time for everyone else to have their chance to say good bye to the King that they all loved, the King that kept them safe for so long, the King that brought up a wonderful daughter who had been able to show her husband so much love!

 

[marauder13]

Princess Morgosis was the first of the Carlon nobles to pay their final respects, and as was the custom of Carlon, the rest of the Carlon Nobility paid their respects to the dead King, and spoke to the Princess as they passed. Tarlon watched, noting those who were genuine in their words, and those who were not. He was good at reading his wife now, and he could tell from her reactions which Carlon nobles to watch out for later.

Then it was the turn of the visiting dignitaries. By order of rank, and by reference of Kingdom, all the visitors filed past. Tarlon stood opposite his wife, bowing respectfully to her, and granting her a smile that told her he loved her. Again, Liselle waited and walked through on her own, separate from her father. Tarlon had the barest of frowns which he erased quickly.

He smiled at the stir Kasha caused. She bowed to the King, and bowed to Morgosis before embracing the grieving woman. Kasha then left, and rejoined Tarlon's party.

They all stood in silence, awaiting the next stage in the final moments of the old King's life.

 

[Blaanid]

It was agreed upon by Morgosis’ advisors that she should let one of the guards light the pyre instead of her, especially with her already becoming visibly heavy with Tarlon’s child, for fear that she would hurt herself or somehow over strain her body and harm the child. And so she lit the torch and handed it to one of her own personal guards to start the fire that would send her father to the heavens, she crying thinking of how now he would be watching over her always. She now more than ever understanding the love of a father and looked over to Tarlon and felt her heart warm, knowing now the bond that Cole and Tarlon would have and put her hand on her ever so slightly swelling belly thinking of the child that she carried, wondering if it would be a daughter, a daughter for Tarlon to dote on and spoil like her own father did for her!

They all watched as the old King was put to rest and his body was consumed by the flames of love and respect and turned his body into ash.

Morgosis finally was able to rest that night after having a warm glass of tea, she feeling so tired that even when she attempted to sleep she was still being kept awake by her grief. She had hoped that after the ceremony that her grief for her father would have been lifted some, but found that was not true at all and was finally able to drift off to sleep as the morning light came into the room.