Lords and Ladies (OPEN)

[Ausus_girl13]

Antar stepped into his chamber and stifled a laugh. He knew that his mirth showed through when he glimpsed the murderous intent in Lady Marotte's eyes. He would tread carefully, so as not to disrupt her pride.

"What have you discovered? I am curious of your opinion on these raiders to the south, whom might they be searching for? And what do you make of the possible poisoning of the Lady Aveline?" he asked her without preamble, "and please be frank in your answers, there is no one present for you to impress."

He looked at her, the pride in her breast, her very nature poised as if ready to strike at a single misstep of his words. She amazed him in her strength, that he wanted her was not in doubt, but she would have to come to him willingly if he ever intended to keep his manhood. But perhaps, it was not men she was interested in...he smiled at the thought.

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Arabelle gasped when he pulled at her stays, exposing her breasts to the warm air. She leaned back into Lord Simons when he stood behind her and began lifting her skirts. Arabelle was not one to allow any man to control her actions or her body, so she turned in his arms and kissed him forcefully. She pushed him back onto the comfortable chair that they had already occupied and straddled his hips after he fell back. She felt his manhood rub all the right parts, but he didn't have the right access. She grinned at him, rocking her hips back and forth to elicit a groan from deep in his chest.

"Are you," she asked teasingly, "strong enough?"

She leaned down and kissed him again, her tongue flickering across his lips mimicking the action of her hips and teasing him further. She was going to drive him mad, before he took her, she could feel it.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Poisoning!?" De Guinne exclaimed in surprise, her hand frozen to her sword. The raiding party was hardly worth a worry compared to an inside agent, as was the prince´s insolence. She turned to walk over to the window, and stood looking out into the darkness, although not without her ears alert to the prince´s movements.

"The raiding party is just looking for a girl, and they are no more than a dozen and a half. I seriously doubt they are interested in you or your sister, or they would have come in a different way. Either one or two spies, or a small army. But a raiding party like theirs could not hope to get through any meaningful defense..."

As she spoke, her white-gloved hand came up to her chin. A small raiding party indeed, but with an agent inside who had knowledge of poisons... a few raiders could really be everything needed to fight through a strong guard and strike down the Princes. However, the use of poison clearly indicated a non-lethal intent. And if it actually was intended to kill, why use it on Lady Aveline? De Guinne had heard about her, another troublesome child. But she did not know how important she could be to warrant a poisoning. No, it had to be unrelated... at least on intent.

Marotte turned to look at the prince over her shoulder. "An agent inside could aid that raiding party in entering the citadel. The use of poison on Lady Aveline indicates that either you are completely safe, and their objective is different, or that the raiding party is meant to capture you, not kill you. Otherwise, your Royal Highnesses would be dead by now."

She turned fully, crossing her arms over her stomach. This caused her small jacket to push her breasts ever so slightly up. That sensual image might have been a bit tarnished by the fierce frown on her brow, but the Lady Protector did have a kind of attractiveness in such tight clothes that contained such a strong temper. "I assume you have tasters among your entourage to make sure your food is served unpoisoned from now on. Two Royal Guards shall be posted at your side, while I will escort your sister personally. As for the raiding party, I shall have it destroyed or captured as soon as I am able to muster a small force. I am sure Lord Simons will be happy to contribute a few soldiers to ensure your safety, and peace within his lands."

 

[FaeBites]

The shadows of her dreams were still laced with fever and nightmares, that familiar laughter dripping with menace ricocheting around her head. Each minute she remained unconscious felt like years, so she forced her self through the murk and memories back into relatively harmless reality. Even with an amateur poisoner on the prowl. Her breathing remained steady as finally the room swam into view, her eyes taking a moment to see with any clarity in the darkness. She remembered the small vial, and the instructions she’d forgotten, about to reach for it when certain sounds reached her ears that couldn’t be ignored.

Her eyes drew to the forms entangled against one another and pure shock broached her features. The sound of her maids voice in compliance relaxed her slightly, she was sure she’d find the strength to rip the sergeant a new one if he was touching the girl without her consent. Their whispered romance made the noble woman smile, even in her dazed condition. “As much I’d hate to ruin the moment, and while I’m enjoying the show, perhaps you’d rather not to have an audience?” Aveline’s voice, cool and amused, spoke from her bed covers. She leant over, twisting up the wick on the gas lamp and flooding the room with soft light. She found the vial beside the bed, and returned to her position, drinking half the liquid as indicted earlier.

She looked over the two of them thoughtfully, her eyes brighter with the sudden awaking into the intrigue. She didn’t seem nearly as pale, and her flush this time could go to her slight temperature, because she didn’t seem embarrassed in the least. “Now this is tasty, the sergeant and the mysterious slave girl.” It must have been something she saw reflected in either of their faces that her expression softened, leaning back against the headboard. “Is there more to this I should know?” She asks softly, revealing she had no real intention to inform anyone about what she was witnessing.

 

[monique_minx]

The bite from Xavier caused Delara to issue a sharp gasp of surprise and pleasure, all thoughts of Aveline forgotten as the fire roared, demanding to be sated.

"Delara...you call to me in ways I have never known..."

His whisper reminded her that they were not alone but the heat rising inside caused her to hungrily press her lips to his, her body melting between Xavier and the wall.

"Perhaps it is just fate that we should meet like this Xavier." Her voice was breathless, her use of his name: deliberate and it signified her informality with him.

“As much I’d hate to ruin the moment, and while I’m enjoying the show, perhaps you’d rather not to have an audience?”

The low voice belonging to Lady Aveline broke Delara from her passionate daze and her eyes widened in shock, she and Xavier parted as though they were criminals being caught at something. She disentangled herself and straightened up, her hair fell over her face and her cheeks were nothing more than crimson splotches of embarressment. The light illuminated her shame and she wondered if she could trust Aveline as she might need to now.

“Now this is tasty, the sergeant and the mysterious slave girl.”

Delara said nothing, looking to Xavier for direction as though she hoped he would know what to do. He must know her better than I do at the very least...

“Is there more to this I should know?”

"I'm not mysterious My Lady though I do apologize for this...scene..." Delara mumbled, her eyes pleading with Aveline's somewhat and flickering to Xavier now and then for his assistance.

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

Lord Simon's eyes narrowed as Arabelle twisted in his grip and pushed him back. Suprised from the sudden nature of the movement causing him to fall back and look up at her. She wasn't a tame and coy maiden, that was for certain. She knew what to do and how to do it. Even through the layers of her skirts and the cloth of his breeches, the feel of her body stradling him and rubbing along his loins. He knew that she was trying to madden him, but the game would be played by both of them. His eyes glared up at her and finally a shrewd smile settled on his features.

"Oh, I'm more than strong enough Arabelle. But I'm also clever enough." He ignored the slow motion of her hips as best he could, and instead lowered his head to her pert breasts and licked her left nipple teasingly, then switched to her right, this time, his teeth nipping the sensitive flesh. Lord Simons had much experiance with taking women, just as he had experiance with pleasuring them...though tonight, he would be doing both.

Sergeant Xavier

The passion of it all was so overwheling that Xavier was going to take Delara, then and there, the sound of her voice whispering in his ear about fate, the desire that coarsed through him...it was too much, even for him. He was going to fill her, be it from love or lust...he didn't care, he couldn't make himself care.
The sound of Lady Aveline's voice calling softly from the bed made Xavier slowly pull away from Delara's lips. His face was a mask of shock and suprise. The heat of the moment had overwhelmed him, the emotions that he felt had all the brittle nature of glowing steel that had been doused with ice water. He was torn between remaining there and holding her...or turning to face Lady Aveline, but the decision was made for him as the lamp turned on slowly, bringing light to the dark confines of the chamber.

Xavier slowly pulled himself away, standing as dignified and erect as he could, ignoring the bulge beneath his robes as he moved himself between Delara and Lady Aveline's gaze. He didn't know what to say to defend himself, but he knew what he could say to protect Delara, being known as an easy woman would not do her any favors.

"It was my coercion Lady Aveline. Delara was unwilling." He said, his voice grave as he stood there before the Noblewoman. Whatever might be done to him, he knew that whatever he could do to help Delara would be worth it.

"I apologize for my loss of control within your chambers." He said and hung his head slightly.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Simons tongue on her nipples gave her tingles, she ran her fingers through his hair as he lapped at her chest. She was pleased that he was allowing to do what she wanted. So she moved off of him and removed the rest of her clothing while he watched with a smile on his face. When Arabelle sauntered back over to him, she began to tug at his clothing. Slowly removing one piece at a time and running her fingers over the places where his skin was exposed. When she finally released his cock, she ran her fingers along the shaft, listening to his slow intake of breath. Oh, this was going to be a sweet evening indeed.

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Antar listened patiently to the Lady Protector, and he had to admit she had a good plan if everything went accordingly.

"I think we need to know more about this raiding party before we take it out, that we can remove it quickly is not my concern, rather the why of it is what bothers me." Antar paused briefly, "Do you think that we could send some men to observe this raiding party? I want to discern why they are in this country. And whom they are looking for."

He walked over to the fire place and threw another piece of wood. he stared at the flames for a second trying to place his next words carefully.

"Lady De Guinne, I need you to discreetly make some inquiries about the chamber maid of Lady Aveline, find out who she is and how long she has been here. I am sure the house soldiers know. Will you also check to the location of my sister?"

He had put a lot on her shoulders and Antar knew it. But he needed her help and she was strong enough to find the answers for him.

 

[FaeBites]

The liquid worked quickly, Aveline found her head feeling clearer almost immediately. She might not like the man, but he certainly knew his cures. Her head tipped to the side at Delara’s voice, her eyes speaking of Avelines denial of that particular statement. But it was Xavier who really took the piece of cake. She found herself warming to the distant man when he tried to take the fall, knowing many others would blame the slave, as they had no real rights. She seemed to mull over his words for a moment, her glittering sapphire eyes observing him boldly.

Finally, she found herself chuckling, shaking her head and moving from under the covers, to hot to remain. “As much as I find myself pleased with your efforts Sergeant, Delara makes for a very odd unwilling party.” The young noble woman grinned, pushing up from the bed to see if any of her strength had come back. She managed to stand unassisted, and seemed pleased with herself. There was, after all, a poisoner to catch. She glanced back to the two of them, at the remanence of their wary expressions, she sighed, rubbing her temples softly to ward off a threatening headache.

“Like really, Xavier. You may not like me, but do all the things you’ve learnt about me really point towards me being so petty?” She fixed him with hard look, shaking her head. “Now if it wasn’t unwilling attentions, as you’d like to make out, I see no need to report it. After all-“ she looked him over, her eyes lingering on the bulge that was still yet to soften from his pants, dragging her eyes back up to his own, and smiling half way between threatening and teasing. “- I wont have any of the staff bothered against their will.” She pushed back the soft tumble of curls from her face, leaning against one of the posts of the four post bed, her attention now turning to Delara.

“I don’t know what your secret is, Delara, not including this little affair. I can understand there might be a magnitude of things you’d have to keep quiet, in your position. I hope in the future, if you are in need of help, you’ll trust me enough to give it.” She smiled at her maid, “and if it involves completely foiling his gracious Lord Simmons in the process, well then – all the more fun!” She grinned, some of her devious, adventure driven nature striving through once more. Her eyes flickered to the Lords second hand man, wondering where his loyalty would fall if he had to choose in the end.

 

[monique_minx]

Delara looked at Xavier in amazement, he was protecting her vehemently and at great risk to himself. He had no need to say such things, willing or not as a slave; Delara had no rights. Yet, Xavier continued to keep her secret and just now lied to a noblewoman to protect her! She couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips at his admirable defense of both her secret and her reputation.

Delara suddenly wondered how obvious her secret was if even Lady Aveline knew it existed and it seemed as though time was running out, soon she would be discovered and her tent of deceit would come crashing down around her ears.

"Thank you My Lady...I think..." Delara finished in a mumble and gave Aveline a slight curtsy.

She turned to Xavier "There is no need to say such things Sir" Delara's mask of lies filled her as she thought quickly and returned to her formal address of Xavier.

"Surely Lady Aveline is not lacking that much intelligence!" Delara carefully eyed Aveline and decided to take a gamble on trusting her just a little.

"You know I am not who I seem don't you My Lady?"

Delara moved closer to Xavier in case this went horribly wrong, she needed to know exactly how much Aveline suspected before she told her anything of consequence.

"What do you suspect of me My Lady? By that I mean, when you look at me and hear me speak; who do you believe me to be?" Delara asked, wording herself carefully lest she give too much away.

 

[Katamari Roller]

De Guinne listened carefully to the prince´s words. It seemed he was devious enough for his title, so far. Lady Marotte would have simply destroyed the party, capturing one or two men to interrogate them. She did not see what could be gained from just observing the group, besides how well armed they were, but as long as it could be done... destroying them would not be too difficult.

When he was done giving his instructions, Lady Marotte bowed gently, her hand over her heart. A sign of compliance. "I shall instruct my men, and have them ready to leave at first hour tomorrow morning. But if they are to observe the intruders, they will need a guide. I suggest we let Lord Simons know of this business as soon as possible so he can provide my men with such a guide."

The blonde soldier straightened up, and walked close to the fire, until she stood beside the prince. She rather liked the warmth of the fire. "As for Lady Aveline´s maid, I shall look into it. And I will locate your sister as well, of course..."

There was something about that last order that made Marotte slightly uneasy, and that was... the difficulty she had not imagining Prince Arabelle already getting into trouble of the most troublesome kind...

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

The princess was so very oblidging, so willing and so quick to do just what he wanted. She was willing to strip out of her clothes, exposing her perfect pale skin to him in the flickering firelight. His eyes swept over her form, and he wasn't too shocked to be seeing her body as the perfect from of a noblewoman's. Well proportioned and so very beautifully pale, he grinned in pleasure at the sight. But she was far too quick for his pleasure...he desired a certain amount of reluctance in his women. Most princesses weren't so willing to share his bed.

Before he could rise, she'd returned to him, her hands grasping at his clothing and working to disrobe him. She was being so delightfully compliant, doing everything that a man wanted...and it was all the more exciting since the woman in question was the crown princess and heir to the throne!

"My, my, my, you certainly do know just what to do for a man. But I wonder, can you do everything properly?" Lord Simons said as Arabelle slid his breeches down and exposed his cock. The naked woman before him was enough for most men to be contented but Lord Simons was not most men, was he?

"I would've expected more from someone so travelled, Princess." Lord Simons said, almost sounding bored.

Sergeant Xavier

Delara didn't know just how much of what Xavier had said was bluff and how much had been the truth, but he was hoping that Lady Aveline didn't know either. The Noblewoman had filled him with a wary dread at the plots and intrigues that he was poorly equipped to deal with, and very tired of playing. He stared at Aveline and refused to grace her with an emotional response, instead his voice was almost dead when he spoke.

"My loyalty to the Lord Commander is one of honor. If you suggest harming him with physical violence, putting him in peril...then I should take your life now and save us the trouble. If you wish to play the games of nobles, then feel free, but do not be suprised when you lose." Xavier said calmly and evenly, his green eyes watching the Noblewoman on the bed and flicking over her barely clothed body in a cruelly calculated gesture to unnerve her, just as her eyes settling on the bulge in his robes had more than likely been calculated to unnerve him.

"Keep Delara from your games." Xavier said, and his voice betrayed the first hint of emotion, and he hated himself for it. He held his tounge as he listened to Delara finally ask just what Lady Aveline knew, or thought she knew about the young woman. That was something that Xavier was curious to discover himself, since what the Noblewoman knew was a threat to him as much as Delara...he was too close, far too close.

But he wasn't about to step aside and away, walk into the hallway and leave her to that threat alone. No, he was going to stay where he was, between Delara and whatever threat might be lurking.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Antar felt the heat both from the fire and the Lady protector, he felt safe and cozy for a moment. Which was odd since the Prince never really felt secure, but the Lady De Guinne had that affect on him. He shook off the feeling and turned to face the Lady.

"Thank you, report back to me with your findings, My Lady. I expect that a servant of Lady Aveline's will be along soon to report her condition to me."

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Arabelle heard the bored tone of Lord Simons and was suddenly incensed at his insubordinate behaviour. He would learn quickly that the Princess was full of surprises. As she kneeled at his feet, she felt her way through his beeches seeking the one thing she knew he carried.

She found it and tightly grasped the hilt of his dagger. She stood slowly holding the knife behind her back. Arabelle looked innocently at Lord Simons as she stood before him and raised the knife to his chin.

There they were, the two of them she standing before the man, smaller but her stance gave her away her training. She lowered the knife to his manhood, and stepped closer to him, the danger glinting in her eyes.

"Bored now, my lord?"

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

As Arabelle's hands stroked along his body he watched the young princesse's motions, there was something devious in her eyes, but he was content to let her continue with her movement. He didn't quite regret it as he felt her hand grip the hilt of his dagger and slip it from it's sheath. The feel of cold steel against his throat made his eyes snap open quite fully, glancing down at the slight glint of the blade against his throat. He examined the princess with a wary eye, her nude body would draw the lust of any man, but he wasn't looking at her pale skin for that reason, he was watching her stance, the poise of her body that bespoke a true threat. Lord Simons had greatly under-estimated the young woman before him...and even as her blade strayed to press against his neithers his face warked into a wary grin. The feel of steel against him was something that he had known before, but the woman before him was enough of a mystery to keep him on his guard.

"Oh, you certainly have my attention Princess. You've certainly managed to alter my beliefs...but where to now?" He asked, his gaze not wavering from Arabelle's dangerous eyes. Fear was the last thing that he was going to show her, but it was also the last thing that he felt...now, she was suddenly stirring his interest in new ways. He smiled at her, the feel of the blade against his manhood not affecting him in the slightest.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Milord." De Guinne saluted Prince Antar, and moved off with a very military step. Soon as her face was invisible to the Prince, she smiled, rather happy with how the meeting turned out. It seemed the Prince really had some royal blood in him after all. Not that she expected this to last long.

After closing the door to the prince´s chambers, she relayed her instructions to the two Royal Guards already standing outside. De Guinne was pleased to see Sergeant Marius was as dilligent as ever. The Guards were told in a stern manner that there should always be two Guards with the Prince, and that once they were relieved, they were to inform those Guards still not asleep that they would be riding out at dawn, so they would need their rest. No late night antics when she needed them alert and ready early in the morning.

After that, she moved in the darkness of the corridors, ambushing servants with less than friendly words about the Princess´ location. Sure enough, the first servant she talked to revealed the Princess was still in the company of Lord Simons. Hardly the proper place to be at this time of the night. Hardly the place De Guinne wished the Princess would be at. She inquired with rough words as to the Lord´s chambers, guessing what business the Princess would be discussing with Lord Simons so late, and moved down the corridor in that strict but quick way of walking she had when angry. On reaching the door, though, her indignation died fairly quickly to be replaced with nervousness, and her boots hardly made any sound as she stood in front of the door.

How best to proceed from that point on?

With politeness, De Guinne thought to herself. Only a fool would try to emulate those scandalous stories about husbands or wives rushing into their bedrooms to find their significant other in an embarrassing situation. And it was the Princess and one of the most important Lords of the Empire who were in that room, not a couple of plebians. Lady Marotte gulped down her nervousness, adopted a fatalistic resolve, and knocked loudly on the door.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Princess Arabelle smiled at the Lord, her smile full of promise- that the promise might be a mingling of pain, pleasure and power mattered not. She would have her fill of Simons. She twisted the knife just so- and was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

She grinned up at Lord Simons and finished the slight movement of her wrist, nicking his skin and drawing a tight burgundy red droplet. He made no move-she knew he wouldn't. She moved her hand and caught the droplet before it made a ribbon down his thighs. She manipulated the liquid between her fingers, knowing they were being painted red. Keeping the dagger in between them she moved her painted fingers to her lips and just barely licked the salty tips of them, her lips now also being painted red.

Arabelle could feel the barely controlled violence of Lord Simons; the tension of his shoulders and the set of his jaw told her he was ready for battle. She giggled and called out to the person at the door, her eyes never leaving his.

"Who dares to disturb the Lord of the castle?"

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

Arabelle was more right that she knew, the feel of his own blade in her hands made him prepare to strike quickly and disarm her. But she was good enough and smart enough not to allow him an opening to strike out. The moment was somewhat arousing, he had never really been with a woman who was so...powerful in so many ways. His eyes narrowed as the blade nicked him, the warm drop of blood slowly sliding down his thigh. His ears heard the giggle escape her lips and his eyes remained locked on hers.He didn't respond to the knock at the door, but he bided his time.

"You enjoy these games, don't you Arabelle?" He whispered, seeing the joy in her eyes, it was enticing.

"What is it?" He called, his voice calm as he directed it towards the door. Continuing this game with Arabelle would be...

...enjoyable.

 

[Katamari Roller]

De Guinne exhaled through her nostrils like a bull. And about as angry as one, too. Of course, she had expected this. Whatever chance of the princes acting in a honourable manner she thought they had, Lady Marotte decided to discard. Forever.

"I dar...!" De Guinne opened the door with a harsh push of her hand, only to see the Princess on her knees in front of Lord Simons. From where she was, she had no way of noticing the dagger between his legs. De Guinne froze in the spot, her hand still on the door, her legs tensed in the interrupted motion of walking, and her breath cut for a minute.

Her next actions were in slow motion, in contrast with her sudden entrance. With feigned calm, she put her hand to the knob, and swung the door closed like a fortress´ gate. Then, rested her back on it, and crossed her arms and legs, watching the scene with the eyes of a letdown teacher, fiercely disapproving. Lady Marotte sighed, releasing a fiery breath. The princes insisted on making trouble for her. Well, Lady Marotte could not stop them from doing whatever they wanted. But the Imperial Couple would at least want to know what new debauchery they had indulged in.

"By all means, do go on. Act as if I was not here..."

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

The entrance of the Lady protector was a shock. Normally you only entered the private chambers of the Lord Commander with his express permission, where had Sergeant Xavier been? He didn't have time to be concerned with where his bodyguard was, instead the most pressing matter at the moment was something between the blade that rested against his neithers being held by the Crown Princess...(who was nude on her knees before him mind you)...and of course the sworn defender of the princess standing by the doorway and watching with what might very well be the wrong impression.

But just what exactly would the 'right' impression be?

"Greetings Lady Protector. Your intrest is quite...unexpected." Lord Simons said calmly, and his hand reaching down and stroking Princess Arablle's head softly, his eyes glancing down and examinig Arabelle's face, seeing his own blood coating her lips.

"So what exactly do you want?" The way he asked the question was so...careless, it was hard to tell which of the women he was directing it to.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Princess Arabelle was...well, it was funny that the Lady protector was playing the voyeur, and Arabelle might have been embarrassed- she was on her knees, naked, holding a knife to the cock in charge of the castle, and then being treated like she was some sort of naughty little girl. It was funny!

So it was not surprise to her when she let out a loud laugh, startling the others in the room. She couldn't help it. She turned her laughing eyes to the Lady and asked plainly;

"Would you like to join us?" Arabelle looked up at Lord Simons, "we were just exploring....our desires."

She stood quickly and turned her back to Lord Simons, leaning into him, holding the knife confidently in her hand, blood smeared across her lips. Arabelle looked expectantly at Lady Marotte De Guinne not expecting for a second that the very controlled woman would do anything but watch.

 

[Katamari Roller]

The look in the Princess´ visage was fearsome. Lady Marotte did not notice the blood on her lips, but perhaps her instinct warned her where her eyes failed to. In any case, she watched the situation in front of her, and shrugged. "I have no interest in joining your game..."

When Lady Marotte felt she could not finish the sentence, a realization came to her like fireworks in her mind. What she had intended to say afterwards, was the word yet. Still, she kept her composure, the meeting with Prince Antar still fresh in her mind thanks to the Princess´ presence. Perhaps if Lord Simons had been with another woman, Lady Marotte would have really seen herself in trouble. It was a good thing that she was used to hiding her emotions like a gambler.

"A raiding party has been sighted heading here, apparently looking for a girl. Whoever that might be, Prince Antar agrees that they should be observed, and I hoped that you would grant my men the aid of a guide, Lord Simons, these being your lands."

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

Simons had experiance reading the masks that were worn by anyone who wanted to survive in 'polite' society so common to the nobliity. He'd seen many faces like the one that Marotte wore, that slight tightening of the eyes, the shift of her gaze. He could tell that she was at least a little aggrivated by what she had walked in on...and was aparently unaware of the blade between his legs. He looked at the Lady Protector and he smiled at her.

"True Lady Marotte, Sergeant Xavier would be the best guide for you. He is the commander of my personal bodyguard and he's an excellent warrior. I belive that you'd want to investigate with him alone, it would be less notable." Lord Simons said, his mind drifting into that of a military commander, despite the situation that he was in. He shifted on his feet as Arabelle's blade shifted slightly. His hand stroked her hair again, but otherwise he ignored the petulant princess.

"A lady? Hmm...unusual. Lady Aveline, Princess Arabelle, they're the only recent arrivals...and the new serveant, Delara...but then who whould seek a servant?" Lord Simons said, his thoughts drifting back to the servant girl, and the mystery that she held.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Antar was very displeased, he had yet to hear from Lady Aveline's servant. He would give them perhaps a minute more and then he would invade the lady's chambers and interrogate the new maid with the audience, if she so wished.

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Arabelle used the moment of conversation between Lord Simons and the Protector to analyze her the other woman. She noted the very clean uniform, the shined boots and equally clean blade at her side. The woman commanded her emotions, much like she commanded her emotions, but Arabelle could see as Lady Marotte licked her voluptuous lips, the wetness making them shine as she averted her eyes away from Arabelle's easy nakedness. There was a contained passion there, Arabelle could see it.

When Lord Simons mentioned the name Delara, Arabelle wondered at the familiarity of it. She had heard that name before, but not since she was a girl, exploring the castles of other lands with her Royal Parents. She wondered if this could be the same...? It couldn't be, Arabelle had heard that Lady Delara was engaged to be married. She would have to get to the bottom of this quickly.

She looked at the Lady Protector, turning slightly to hand the knife to Lord Simons, placing the hilt easily into his hands. She walked away from him then, towards the Lady, her bare feet not making a sound on the stone, her breast bouncing slightly from the movement. She could feel the eyes of both of the Peers on her body, but this scrutiny did not bother her in the least.

At last she arrived standing in front of the Lady Marotte, and much like Lord Simons she could feel the controlled passion and violence emanating from this woman's every pore. She placed her hands gently on the Protector's shoulder and pulled her gently forward, into the Princesses embrace. Putting her arms softly around the other woman's body, she looked directly into Lady Marotte De Guinne's eyes, noting the interest reflected there. Arabelled leaned in and placed the softest kiss on the Protector's lips, she did not push further awaiting her reaction. When she pulled back, she asked very softly;

"Tell me Lady, what does My brother know?"

 

[FaeBites]

Aveline found herself stiffening as Xavier spoke. The way his words so perfectly slid from his irritating tongue made the noble woman fight to restrain her ire. The soft lace of emotion when it came to the maid allowed her to make the connection, but hell be damned if she was going to let him speak to her like that. Her sapphire eyes sharpened and blazed in her sudden fury, the emotion bringing colour back to her pale flesh.

“Games?” She hissed at the sergeant, her grin disappearing from her features. She took a threatening step forward, which of course lacked the element required when her body shook with the effort of remaining on her weakened legs. “I have warned you before about threatening my life, Sergeant.” Her soft voice was twisted into a snarl of insult over his title. “How she would be safer in your hands then an ally against a common… obstacle… I shant bother to ask! While I see an attachment has been made, as happens beyond the realm of plotting and planning - if you refuse to keep your tongue civil you’ll remove yourself from my chambers this instant.”

Her eyes didn’t move once from his own, though it was by will power alone she remained standing. When her message seemed to be adequetly conveyed, her eyes, suddenly glittering with intention as she revoked the guard, slid back to the maids, and softened. “I have an observers eye, so of course I see you are more then you seem. My suspicions are loosely based; I need to get to know you more before I voice them. Or perhaps I’ll prove myself enough for you to tell me. Either way, that is my stand. Despite what the opinionated and overprotective think – this is what I do. I’ve become rather good at it, among other things.” She threw a glare to the sergeant.

“Now, whatever I heard about the Princes summons is to be ignored. I won’t have you leaving me alone while I am in such physical state, Delara.” While her words had the ring of authority, they weren’t suppose to be harsh, a part of her wishing to soften the tenor of anxiety her mysterious maids eyes held. “The Prince has over stepped politeness in making commands of another nobles servants anyway.” She said the words with a smile though, as though the enjoyment of one foiling another’s plans in a devious manner. “He can take it up with me personally if he so desires.” Men and their arrogance, the night air seemed to be thick with it. Aveline shook her light head slightly, tossing the unbound curls back over her shoulders and away from her face.

 

[Bsquad]

Lord Simons

Simons remained where he stood as Arabelle raised herself up and turned the blade into her hands to return it to him. He smiled and dropped the dagger, standing before the two women quite unashamed of himself. He could see the probing gaze of the Lady Protector, but he didn't flinch away from it, instead he reveled in it. He grinned as Arabelle walked across the room and wrapped her arms around Marotte.

"Oh my Princess, you do have an appetite..." Lord Simons said and followe dalong behind her, placing his hands on the shoulders of the Princess, looking past her amber hair and into the stern gaze of the Lady Protector. His smile was welcoming and bright, but there was an undertone of lust and the shrewd calculation there. He knew that this was a test, and both he and Arabelle were working towards different goals...but their objective was the same.

"Arabelle, certainly you don't want to make the Lady Protector worry about such trivialities as questions...there are so many other delightful things that we could be doing, or ordering her to do. You are the Crown Princess after all." Lord Simons said, whispering into the princesses ear as if they were lovers for ages, rather than merely having entered into this intruge mintues ago.

Sergeant Xavier


"Lady Aveline, do you think drawing Delara into your intrigue will suit her better?" That was all he said, staring at the blonde haired noblewoman. The noble woman's fire suprised him, but his face twisted into a smile. Her words were sharp and she was not going to back down. But as she rose, his smile remained at the sight of the woman's fire and determination. It brought him a pointed bit of respect for her, but she'd missed his point somewhat. He still felt a flush of concern for Delara.

"I don't threaten you Lady Aveline. But you need to rember that Lord Simons has won more wars with his cunning and deception than he's won with his military prowess. He's a dangerous foe Lady Aveline. I've been opposite him on the field of battle, he's not a fool, and he's not going to underestimate the enemy." Sergeant Xavier said with a stern look to the woman, he didn't step aside or move from between Lady Aveline and Delara. He relaxed somewhat, still looking at the Noblewoman.

"Take it as a warning Aveline, I don't wish Delara to become the casuilty in some war between you and the Lord Commander...she'll be the one crushed between the two of you...you're imune to his power, and his retaliation." Sergeant Xavier said grimly.

 

[Katamari Roller]

De Guinne observed the two of them carefully. Both obviously intended to seduce her for whatever purpose they seeked, which was something De Guinne did not care about. She was a soldier, not a politician. What did she care if Princess Arabelle wanted to stick her nose in her brother´s affairs? Which were not her brother´s, anyway... at least, not yet. In fact, they were mostly the Lady Protector´s. It was up to her to ensure the safety of the Royals, she actually could have gone by without telling them about the raiding party if not for the messenger getting to the Prince first.

But... De Guinne did like the kiss. Perhaps it was the taste of blood, which origin she wanted to know, that enticed Lady Marotte to act as she did.

"Hmph..." She grinned, and stepped forward until her body brushed againt the princess´. Lady Marotte´s grin was every bit as fierce as an easterner´s as the cold buttons of her jacket touched and brushed against the princess´ breasts, immediately followed by the Lady Protector´s own. Her red-clad right arm moved under the Princess´ armpit, and down, until her hand closed on the princess´ butt. Lady Marotte had a slim, but strong body, and it showed in the pressure her arm exerted onto the princess´ back, and a squeeze of her hand left no doubts. Her gloved fingers dug gently, slowly, into Arabelle´s rear´s flesh, as the Lady Protector applied pressure little by little. She held the princess close to her with such aggresiveness that even the soft cloth of her glove started to make it rather uncomfortable for Arabelle. De Guinne´s other arm remained limp, perhaps waiting for something to do while the Lady Protector took a decision.

"You are every bit as shameless as I´ve heard, after all..." She whispered to herself, but loud enough that both Arabelle and Lord Simons heard her. Her grin faded away as her eyes fixed upon the princess´, her expression becoming inscrutable although the way the princess´ flesh became pink under her grip spoke well enough. The Lady Protector´s eyes drifted up to Lord Simons´, disinterested.

"Your brother seems to know as much as Lord Simons does about hierarchy..." The Lady Protector´s left hand went into action, closing into a fist with only her thumb sticking out. Gently, she used her thumb to push Arabelle´s chin up, at which point the pressure on her butt relented. It was replaced by that of the Lady´s lips on the princess´. Even as her lips took the princess´ with obvious strength and daring, her eyes remained staring into Lord Simons´. The Protector´s tongue gently licked at the blood on the princess´ lips, and she seemed to relish the taste, for her touch softened noticeably. At first glance, Lady Marotte might seem to act roughly, and with no technique... but perhaps the Princess could feel a skill of sorts behind her aggressive gestures.

Her lips pulled away, almost with reluctance, and she let out a soft breathe. "But of course..." She added, this time whispering only to the princess. "... he has been away from the court a long time, and so have you..."

 

[monique_minx]

Delara listened to Xavier and Aveline without speaking until finally the Lady addressed the Prince's order to her and her eyes widened in surprise. She had completely forgotten about that order in her haste with Xavier.

Delara bit her lip, she appreciated Xavier's protection of her but worried about Lady Aveline's order and wondered whether she should obey the Lady or the Prince? She wrung her hands nervously and decided to speak up.

"My Lady, I should tell the Prince of your condition, Xavier is here and more than able to care for you during the short minutes I need to report to the Prince."

Delara curtsied, more afraid of Antar announcing who she really was in front of so many people than she was of him finding out with her alone. She gave Xavier a fleeting look, filled with fear and concern that it might be the last time her eyes should meet his before she finally turned to the door and pulled it open before either one could protest. She vanished down the hallway and quickly made her way to the Prince's chambers; thinking once again that no other new slave would be able to find it as quickly as she could.

Delara paused outside the door before she timidly raised her hand, balled it into a fist, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Your Highness? It's Delara..." She called nervously before opening the door timidly.

She stepped inside cautious and wary, closing the door behind her as she curtsied low to the Prince, her hair falling around her face; her eyes lowered to avoid his gaze.

"Lady Aveline is recovering Your Highness..." She mumbled barely audible words, wringing her hands and keeping her eyes down.