Magic's Reluctant Bride (closed for maurader13

[marauder13]

"Well, you were wearing one when I made my grand appearance in your Father's Court after our return from Kraala. He remembered that one well enough. My memories were a little... less than helpful for some strange reason. The nakedness was not that big an issue for the seamstress, but my imagination kept getting in the way." He blushed heavily. "Don't worry, nothing was seen, I was able to close off my thoughts about you very quickly."

Len felt a nice shiver run through his arm when Mel took it. They walked through the hall towards the gardens, Len noticing something not being right with Mel by the way her grip on his arm changed. He glanced at her. She seemed to be in thought over something. He held his tongue. If she wanted to talk of whatever was going on in her mind, she would mention it.

"Your home is lovely Len."

"Thank you, Mel."

As they progressed through the various hallways to reach the gardens, various workers stopped to pay the respects. Len surprised just about all of them by turning to look at them, and thanking them. Courtiers paused, bowing or curtseying to the couple as they passed, and all had the good decency to say nothing while the two were within earshot.

Finally the left the confines of the inside and stepped out into the Royal Gardens. Flowers, trees and other plants from the all the valleys that made up Noden grew within the garden. Over the centuries, the flowers had been arranged carefully for the best effect of colour and fragrance. Several birds chattered loudly to each other as they went about their daily lives.

"One of the least effect areas with respect to magic. One of the earlier Kings wanted everything to be as natural as possible. So, the plants are left to grow as they like, but are trimmed and cared for as required. There are some implements that have been enchanted to make the tasks easier, but the plants do as they do in the wild.

"Plus, as you can hear, there are quite a few birds that have taken up homes here. There is one kind, that in the wild, will attack anything that comes close to the nest. Those that live here ignore us, as long as we ignore their nests."

Len walked Mel along one of the gravel paths between flower beds in full bloom with a rainbow of coloured flowers mixed together. The perfume filled the air, sweeping away worries like dry leaves on a wind.

"Shall we walk, find somewhere to sit, or a mix of the two perhaps?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mel was used to veiled look and unsaid comments from her own court, so the polite welcome she received as they walk was nothing strange to her. Once they were outside her mood lightened considerably. Len took his time showing her around and answer her questions about the plants or flowers she didn't immediately recognize. It was a drastic change from the carefully manicured gardens she was used to. With something like this she could deal with court gossip.

"I think a little of both would be good. I'm not quite ready to be still yet." So they continued to walk about, with some talking here and there mostly about the garden and about Noden. They were essentially picking up their conversation from before she was kidnapped.

The pair stopped to sit under a tree to relax and continue their conversation. "So what are you parents like? You've already met my father under less than great circumstances, but you know he's not always like that." Mel wanted to know what to expect, and while she hoped, being herself would be enough, she had a feeling that it was time to don the crown and be the princess she was supposed to be.

 

[marauder13]

"I guess they're like any other parents," Len said as he joined Mel under the tree. "Well, my father is of House Selkor, so he's a magician. Not like me, more like all the others in Noden. He is best with the base elements of nature. He's a stern man, mainly due to being a King. Very much a deep thinker, his head rules his heart. But he has his loves. His family. My mother and myself. Most people cant see it, but we do. He loves us deeply, and Gods help anyone that does anything to either of us.

"My mother, is of House Astare of the Spring Valley. She doesn't have the spark within her, though she quite likes it that way. 'Frees me up from tedious studies' she always says. She is more like a normal person, I guess. She is more open with her feelings, and she is just as smart as Father, just in different ways.

"They were told when they reached marrying age that they would be wed. There was nothing between them at first, but they decided to do their best to make it work. At least to respect each other." Len bowed his head a little, smiling. "I was what finally made them love each other. When I was born, they both loved me, because I was their child. That love bled over into each other, growing from the respect they got from their spouse."

Len turned to look at Mel. "That's why I was not worried about being told who I would marry. I saw my parents bring love to theirs, and I knew I could do the same. I just did it in a very different way."

A hand reached out and took hers. "My parents will like you, Mel. Deep down I know this to be true. Be yourself. That is the best advice I can give. They may test you while we dine, but it will be their way of seeing the true you. After all we have been through, I know they will want to be sure about us.

"Besides, it matters little what they eventually think. You and I will wed. Where we will be after that, only the Gods know." He grinned in a cheeky way. "You might end up being a merchant's bodyguard after all, though I've heard mercenaries make good lovers and bad wives. Maybe, we'll have to come to some other arrangement?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Len if you don't quite remember, being myself usually includes speaking my mind when I should probably hold my tongue." While she knew Len's had faith in his parents, she wasn't so sure. That was without evening knowing what had happened before Len had left to rescue her. Mel simply did not want to embarrass Len or make him feel he had to choose between her and his family...his kingdom.

She laughed at his joke, "Assuming my father of course was the same way as your parents were. Which I doubt. And besides assuming we have a good and fruitful marriage we'd have to hire a replacement. I love you, but not enough to follow you around the countryside pregnant."

Mel laid her head on his shoulder with a grin. They would manage, no matter what they would manage and make a life for themselves. Hopefully without too much more dramatics or bloodshed.

 

[marauder13]

"Mel, I am not letting you make the same kind of mistake I did by you not being wholly who you really are. If being you means speaking your mind when you should hold your tongue, then in the name of the Gods, speak your mind.

"Show them exactly the woman I have fallen in love with. Let them see what I see, that makes me ready to move mountains for you. While you have gone through your trials, so have I. Not as bad as yours, but bad enough. I have done things that have shocked my parents in unpleasant ways. I have risked myself in ways they thought were questionable. I want them to see the strong, brave woman who has my heart. I want them to see the living treasure that I risked so much for. They will understand what I see in you, Melissandra of Brask, when they met you, as long as you are showing them the real, honest you. Even if it does upset the sensibilities a bit. Personally, I think they need it as much, if not more, as I do."

He listened to Mel's response to his joke, putting on a mock display of hurt.

"If you don't love me that much, then I can always fall back on my other line of honest work. I'll become a fishmonger."

Len collapsed to one side, Mel falling to drape herself over his lower torso. He rolled himself onto his back, pulling Mel up so her face was level with his.

"If one member of court sees us like this, and dares to breathe a word of it, I shall publicly chastise them to the point they will beg to be turned into a frog." He lifted his head, slowly kissing Mel. He let himself get lost in the kiss they shared, enjoying the simplest pleasure of her lips against his.

"My love, I think that we need to return and get ready for dinner. The seamstress will want to make the final adjustments to your dress, and she is one for perfection in everything she does, so she will take her time. But then, the end result will be well worth the time."

Len helped Mel to sit up, straddling his legs near his knees while he sat up as well. He supported her as she stood, then stood up himself. They continued their walk of the garden, completing the circuit they began. They continued to talk about little things, filling the space with words when it felt right to do so. Len stopped outside the door of the room that had been set aside for Melissandra.

"I will be waiting out here when the time is right." He gave her a soft, tender kiss before departing for his own rooms. He spent more time looking over his shoulder at Mel than he did looking forward while she was still visible. But when he turned a corner, his step was light and full of bounce. It remained so until he got to his rooms.

Len allowed his attendants to see to his preparations for the dinner. He was bathed, shaved, and dressed in suitable finery for the formal introduction of Princess Melissandra of Brask to the King and Queen of Noden.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Taking his words to heart, Mel prepared herself for what was to come. Once the seamstress was done with the dress, her attendants practically fell upon her. Over the years she'd learn to put up with such things, but considering this was no ordinary meal, Mel made sure to be extra pleasant and accommodating. When they were done she looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair had been brushed and piled up with combs, giving her face a more softer look. The dress, elegant and spectacular.

When Mel had told the seamstress as much the older woman had simply bowed, thanked her and in the same breath try to apologize for not having it done sooner. She had waved the apology away with a wave and thanked the woman again.

The only think missing was her mother's locket and the jewel from Len. While the jewelry that had been supplied was nice, it just wasn't the same. Mel touched the spot where they would normally hang with a sad smile. Closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath, summoned all the air and grace she had within her. There was no way to avoid this so it would be met head on. She still would have preferred to take dinner with Jeral though.

A light knocking on her door drew her attention. Turning she moved to the door and opened it. Len stood on the other side. No this was Prince Lentharian. Crown Prince and heir to the kingdom of Noden. Mel stood there for a few breaths drinking the image before her all in.

With a smile she met his gaze and said, "You'd never make it as a fishmonger. You clean up too well."

 

[marauder13]

Lentharian heard Melissandra's words, but he was too preoccupied adoring the woman standing before him. He made a mental note to find the seamstress and thank her most sincerely for her efforts in preparing Melissandra for meeting his parents.

“Mel, you look every inch the princess you are. It runs a very close second, though, to your riding outfit when we first met. That will forever hold a special place in my heart.” He held out his arm, which Mel took without hesitation.

“Remember, be yourself. They will push to discover who you really are. Don't do to them what I did to you, OK?” He paused, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek. “You will be fine, my love. Remember, I protected you from an Eelsnake. Those are far worse than my parents are.” He smiled broadly as they resumed heading for the private audience chamber.

When the two arrived, Lentharian was surprised to find his parents already present, waiting for them with a goblet in hand. Both were dressed in fine clothing, but not in anything approaching regal in design. King Gorben Selkor was a carbon copy of his son, with the touches of age at his eyes and temples. His carriage also spoke of the passage of years and maturity that came with them. Upon seeing the younger couple, he gave them a small, but warm smile.

Queen Salwayne Astare seemed to have held her age at twenty-five. Slightly shorter than her husband, her figure was still full and shapely as a woman in her youthful prime, and unlike her husband's hair, hers was untouched by gray and hung simply down her back in a shimmering curtain. Her smile was wide, welcoming and full of joy.

“Welcome back, Len.”

“Thank you, Mother. Father, Mother, may I please introduce Crown Princess Melissandra of Brask. Mel, this is King Gorben Selkor and Queen Salwayne Astare of Noden.”

Salwayne placed her goblet down on the nearby table, and walked over to stand before Mel. She put her hands on Mel's shoulders, looking her deep in the eyes. After the long moment passed, Salwayne stepped forward and took Mel into a hug. “Welcome to our family, Mel.”

Gorben cleared his throat.

Salwayne stepped back, giving him a stern look. “Remember, Husband, she is our daughter-in-law.”

“Only in Noden, and only until I declare the marriage null. You know Elan wont accept it if we told him. He'd claim some form of political entrapment or some such. Particularly after all the trouble that has gone on.”

“Gorben, let's ignore that little technicality for the moment then. I'm still welcoming her because these two are going to marry. Whether anyone else wants them to or not.”

Gorben almost spat out his wine, while Salwayne laughed. “Let's sit down before matters get to far out of hand.” She led Mel to a seat, Len taking over to help her get seated, and immediately taking his place to her right. His parents took their places opposite.

“Now, Len, stop looking so surprised. We are human after all.” She turned to look at Mel. “We wanted to meet you privately before we went through with the more public event later, as Gorben said, given all the trouble that has occurred. We both wanted to met the woman that ensnared his heart so much that he risked so much to save you.”

“Yes, and to see if he ensnared yours just as much. Which, I believe he has. I knew you were special, Melissandra, when he took your Captain of the Guard with him to rescue you. He didn't want to risk any of his own men on someone that important. If he was merely trying to save the Princess, then he would have taken more men with him. Strange logic, I know, but it is the way that we think.”

Gorben frowned slightly, and leaned forward in his chair. He stared at Mel, as if he was trying to bore holes through her with his eyes. Both Len and Salwayne exchanged concerned looks before Salwayne reached out to put a hand on Gorben's arm.

“That is far from polite, Gorben.”

“Sorry. I guess when the two of you wed, I'll have to make her a princess of Noden too.”

“Why would you have to do that, father?”

“Your fiance has the Spark, my son.”

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mel's heart had been trying to strangle her, when Len's mother approached her and simply just stared at her. She did her best to maintain eye contact, but it was a touch unnerving. The sudden and surprising hug from Salwayne, did calm her down some.

“Welcome to our family, Mel.”

"Thank you, your Majesty," Mel inclined her head. When his mother stepped back to speak to the King, she let out a small breath. While his mother seemed more accepting of the idea of them, it seemed his father was going to be harder to win over. Something he and her father had very much in common.

Once they were all seated, Mel listened as his mother explained why they wanted a private dinner at first, and frankly she was glad of it. Holding court had always been a chore to her and to have to do it in a foreign land? She'd rather go muck out some stables.

The act of Len's father staring at her raised the hair on the back of her neck. With his mother it had been simply a matter of getting a good look at the woman her son was in love with and wanted for his wife. Gorben on the other hand seemed to be trying to see into the very depths of her being. She didn't like it and the look she shot back at him said as much. The Mel that Len had fallen in love with was about to ask him why the hell he was staring at her like that when he broke contact first to explain himself to his wife and son.

“Your fiance has the Spark, my son.”

Both Len and Salwayne were silent so it was for Mel to speak up first, and quite loudly at that.

"I WHAT?!" Mel's brain raced to process what her future father in law had said, but it wasn't making sense. "That is not possible."

 

[marauder13]

Len stopped the laugh, but couldn't stop the smile at Mel's true to form reaction to the news. He was as surprised as she was, but how she reacted broke the tension for him perfectly. Gorben looked like he had been slapped by something cold and wet, while Salwayne just didn't know how to react herself.

"Father, the only way to know is by the ritual."

"No, it's not. There are a few of us that are gifted enough to see it in the eyes of a person. I knew you were gifted the moment I looked at you with your eyes open. I didn't have to peer at all. No, Melissandra has the Spark, there is no doubt. However, I am not sure if she could be tutored to be able to do anything with it. It's been too dormant for too long, and I believe she has found other avenues to channel it."

"But, Gorben, the Royal house of Brask has no Noden lineage in it at all. So where would she have gotten the Spark?"

"From her mother, of course, Salwayne. Ilden had a few nobles carrying the Spark marry into the noble houses, and I am certain that a little investigating will find that Melissandra's mother is a descendent of one such union. This is a private matter, and shall not be discussed with anyone else until the proper time. We are here to see how well this young lady will fit into our family, and to see if she is indeed worthy of marrying our son."

Gorben raised a hand at the intake of breaths from around the table.

"Due to the unconventional nature of the way these two young people have met, and bonded, I know that my son now doesn't care what his parents think of his choice of wife, because he plans on marrying her anyway. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have done everything he had thus far. But, for the sake of formality, the woman I see here is one of beauty, of will and devotion. She is someone who has shown herself worthy of my son's heart, and that, for me, is enough to make her worthy of being his wife."

Salwayne looked at Gorben, her jaw hanging loose for a few moments. "Who are you, foul creature, and what have you done with my husband?"

"I am a nameless beast from the planes beyond those of the elements, and we struck a deal to swap places. I now know that he got the better end of the deal." Gorben smile for the first time that Len ever remembered, and Salwayne laughed.

"Mel, I think you must have enchanted them both, because this is a side of them I have never seen before. By the Gods, I would love to see more of this."

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Father, the only way to know is by the ritual."

"No, it's not. There are a few of us that are gifted enough to see it in the eyes of a person. I knew you were gifted the moment I looked at you with your eyes open. I didn't have to peer at all. No, Melissandra has the Spark, there is no doubt. However, I am not sure if she could be tutored to be able to do anything with it. It's been too dormant for too long, and I believe she has found other avenues to channel it."

"But, Gorben, the Royal house of Brask has no Noden lineage in it at all. So where would she have gotten the Spark?"

"From her mother, of course, Salwayne. Ilden had a few nobles carrying the Spark marry into the noble houses, and I am certain that a little investigating will find that Melissandra's mother is a descendent of one such union. This is a private matter, and shall not be discussed with anyone else until the proper time. We are here to see how well this young lady will fit into our family, and to see if she is indeed worthy of marrying our son."

During all the talking Mel had set her head in her hands. This couldn't be happening could it? Len's parents readily accepting her was shock enough, but the possibility, the strong possibility that some part of her mother's family had come from Noden and generations later Mel had managed to receive some part of the gift? She could just imagine her father's reaction. Mel would have to remember to send a messenger to her uncle when she had the chance. If anyone could provide some clarity on her mother's side of the family it would be him.

Dimly she was aware of the conversation between his parents. When Len made mention that their joking manner not being normal and having something to do with her she shot him a look. "Yes, Len, its clear what little gift I do have is turning the most combative of people into best friends without saying a word. Just my mere presence is enough."

Mel laughed softly and shook her head. After all that had happened, that announcement should have been the thing to send her spiraling into madness. Instead it just made her want to laugh until her throat was raw. Instead it made her think. Gorben's revelation meant that her children with Len would be guaranteed to have the ability to work magic. The thought of children made her blood run cold. Len gave her a concerned look and she just shook her head. No, the gods would not be cruel enough to let her give birth to that bastard's child. The odds were in Len's favor anyways, not that she actually thought she might be pregnant. Something Mel hadn't really given much thought to.

Sitting back up, Mel looked from Len to his parents and then back to him, "Or maybe its just that you haven't given them reason to relax before. You can be pretty stubborn when you want to be." To emphasize her point she poked his clothing right where she knew the scar from his fight with the eelsnake lay. "Because only a stubborn man would battle an eelsnake just to impress a woman." A smile fought at her lips as she said it.

 

[marauder13]

Len sat back and wondered what had been going through Mel's mind at that moment, after being told about her lineage including Noden noble blood. She looked like she had been overwhelmed, but soon enough, she was back again. But it was the look she gave him over his comment about enchanting people, Len relaxed.

"Yes, Len, its clear what little gift I do have is turning the most combative of people into best friends without saying a word. Just my mere presence is enough."

Len joined Mel in her soft laugh, the last of his worries fading with the joyous sounds coming from her. But then her laughter stopped, and he caught a strange look from her. She shook her head, but he decided that after dinner, he would ask her about what troubled her.

"Or maybe its just that you haven't given them reason to relax before. You can be pretty stubborn when you want to be. Because only a stubborn man would battle an eelsnake just to impress a woman."

Len gasped in mock pain as she poked his shoulder where the eelsnake had bitten him, smiling which made hers finally break free.

“I only do that to impress Princesses who have misguided opinions of their fiances. That, and I don't want said Princesses to be eaten before I can marry them.”

Len turned to face his parents, his face still carrying the happiness Mel brought him. “I am not sure about anyone else at this table, but I am rather hungry and I would like to add some food to the delightful conversation. But before anything else is said, Father, Mother, thank you both for your blessings, informal as they are, of my wishes to marry Melissandra, and your acceptance of her. It really means a great deal to me.”

Gorben smiled warmly. “Lentharian, I knew the moment you returned from being found in Kraala that something special happened between the two of you. And I am not referring to matters of the bedroom. I sensed a change in your heart, and your mother saw it too, though much clearer than I did. We could have stopped you at any time, if We so desired it. Don't think for one moment, my son, that we don't have the means to restrain you fully. But, you are a Selkor, and you had set your mind to a task. I, of all people, was not going to interfere unless the safety of Our kingdom was at risk. Melissandra is someone you felt was worthy of the effort to find, and rescue. That, more than any other factor, makes her welcome in this house.”

Gorben picked up a small mallet, and lightly stuck a gong. A doorway opened, and servants brought in an array of platters of hot foods, fruits, breads and cheeses and laid them in the middle of the table. Plates and utensils were placed before all of the diners, and then they were left in peace.

“Now, let us eat, and continue our talk,” Salwayne said, with a polite nod to Mel.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Once the food and drink arrived the two couples seemed to relax more. As expected the conversation did turn to Mel, right down to her less than princess and ladylike hobbies; horse racing and breeding and sword play. Smiling at Len she told him, "The next time we have a race, I'll let you use one of my horses. At least then you might actually win." She blushed when he spoke of her skill with a sword. The man had seen her in only one fight, a fight she had been outnumbered in and he had lended a hand, but still just one fight. "Len I doubt your parents really care about how well I can wield a sword."

The meal was pleasant, something that was a rarity back home, considering how often she and her father were at odds over one thing or another, when it came to her behavior and attitude. Of course they had two different views on the high born lady she was meant to be. Reaching out she laid her hand over Len's. Her habit of being headstrong hadn't driven him off. It may have gotten under his skin at first, but he had still managed to fall in love with her, the real her. The same was true for her, once her anger towards him had cooled. It remained to be seen how her father would feel towards him, but Mel knew her mother would have approved of him, if she was around to do so and she told Len as much.

"Although she might have twisted your ear more than I did once we came back from Kraala."

Looking at his parents, Mel could faintly remember her parents being much the same. Under any argument there was still love and respect. She and Len would likely be very much the same, if not slightly louder.

 

[marauder13]

Len enjoyed the dinner far more than he expected to. The presence of Mel seemed to change the entire dynamic of his parent's behaviour. He knew full well that she changed his behaviour, and he wondered how much of that was impacting on his parents. Or, how much of it was letting them let their guard down to show their true selves. He smiled when she spoke of lending him one of her horses, but then she remarked on her sword play, he would not let that matter lie.

"Len I doubt your parents really care about how well I can wield a sword."

"Oh to the contrary," Salwayne cut in before Len could speak. "I find it fascinating that the Crown Princess is so adept with a blade. I never saw Elan as one to permit a daughter to pursue such instructions."

"I believe it had something to do with Mel's mother. But regardless of the motivation, she put herself into the training fully, and became quite proficient with it. I'd wager that many of the Royal Guard would be hard pressed by her without using the Talents or enchantments they are used to. Though, she has not been trained to kill her foes as I have been. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not."

He ignored her questionable look and resumed eating. The entire feel of the dinner was relaxed and soothing. Len found himself needing this kind of gathering after all the stresses he had gone through since his return from Kraala. When Mel told him of how her mother would have approved of him, he felt a warmth spread through him at that knowledge.

"Although she might have twisted your ear more than I did once we came back from Kraala."

"Of course she would have. Her heart was bonded with yours, not mine, so she would have freely berated me further, not caring for the hurt she caused me in defending her daughter. You, on the other hand, had feelings for me which made you not want to hurt me, which lessened the blows. If she was there, I would have taken them. Mind you, Jeral did good work for both your parents. And all it took was one question.

"You are the most fortunate person in the world to have a friend in him. I am deeply envious of you."

The remainder of the meal went well, the conversation flowing freely between them all comfortably.

Gorbec eased himself back in his chair. "Well, my children, it is time for us to retire. Please know this, Mel, you are free to stay with us until you feel ready to leave for Brask. As soon as you do leave, I will send word to Elan of your departure, so he may have a suitable escort waiting at the border for you. If there is anything you want, or need, simply ask Lentharian, and I am sure that he will organize it for you." He stood up, waving for everyone else to stay seated, and walked around to where Mel was sitting. "It has been a pleasure to finally meet the real you, Melissandra of Brask. I can fully see why my son thinks so highly of you, and desires to include you in his life." He leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, much to the surprise of the other two in the room.

He beckoned Salwayne over with the barest of waves, and she joined him. "Welcome to our family, Mel. Regardless of what the fates decide, you will be a daughter in our hearts." She too left a light kiss on Mel's cheek before the two monarchs departed.

Len waited for the door to close before he turned his attention back to Mel. "Does Her Highness wish to sleep alone this eve, or who she like some company?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Does Her Highness wish to sleep alone this eve, or who she like some company?"

Len's question had drawn her out of her thoughts, regarding his parents, their acceptance of her and their future. "And why would I want to sleep alone?" Mel looked at him trying to see why he would as something like that? "You know Len if you need a break from tending to me, all you have to do is ask." They had made love long before now and sleeping in separate beds wouldn't really change the perception on what was going on between them.

So at that moment Mel couldn't understand why he would ask such a thing. She yawned softly.

"Your parents seem to have adjusted to things well. Now we just have to hope my father can be just as open minded." Len had already mentioned the fact, that by a rather old Noden tradition they were already married. Which meant with or without her father's permission, Mel was free to be with Len.

Of course divided loyalties between the man she loved and her father, was not the way she wanted to go.

 

[marauder13]

"And why would I want to sleep alone? You know Len if you need a break from tending to me, all you have to do is ask."

"Given the way you looked at me before, you seemed rather concerned about something. Which, I might add, you've done a few times today. I thought you might like some time alone to settle your thoughts, that's all."

He stood up, then helped Mel out of her chair. He opened the door for her, then offered his arm and walked with her back to their room. While they walked, Len thought over the other thing she said before they left the room.

"Yes, I am rather surprised about that. I was expecting them to declare our 'marriage' to be void, and for us to not share a room together. Of course, in the eyes of the rest of the kingdom, we are still technically engaged, not even officially engaged, let alone married. Of course, it is common... knowledge, we have been lovers, and some suspect still are.

"I still plan on approaching your father and asking his permission to marry you. I think that courting you would be a waste of time, given all we have been through. We know our hearts are set on each other, and I desire to marry you, and I believe that you feel the same way. Noden have given their blessings to the potential union, and if Brask does, then it is just setting down the formalities."

They arrived at Mel's rooms. Len opened the door for her, again letting her pass first, before following her in. He closed the door behind him softly, lingering there for a few moments deep in thought.

"Mel, there are a few things I need to tell you. I feel that it is better to tell you sooner than later. Some of it may be hard for you to hear, but it is truthful, and I am not holding anything back."

He walked over to her, taking her hand and leading her to the bed, helping her to sit. He looked into her eyes, not breaking contact for the duration of his talking.

"After you were taken by the demon, Luc sent me a message that made it clear that you were being intimate with someone. He enabled me to see, and hear, what was happening, in an attempt to anger me and make me do something foolish, or possibly drive me away from you thinking that you enjoyed what he was inflicting on you. It did anger me, but my anger was directed at him, rather than at you. It made me more determined to find you and rescue you.

"He had also placed a spell on your mind that made you act in ways that were not right. In my worry for you, I missed the differences until it was too late. In that time, you showed you love for me in ways you hadn't before. One I had known about, and had looked forward to exploring with you. The other, I had no idea of. I found both to be... very pleasurable, thinking that you liked them too. Now knowing that was not the real you doing those acts, I feel quite bad about doing them to you, and feeling the way I did when they happened. I want you to know, Mel, I am willing to love you however brings you joy, and that special happiness. But only in those ways that we agree to."

He held her gaze for a few seconds, his heart seeming to fill the space behind them. "I would like to share the bed with you, my love. Sleeping alone feels wrong now. But I understand if you feel a desire to be alone tonight."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mel digested Len's answer, unsure if she should share her worry with him, or simply hope that fate would be kind and that nothing would take root inside of her. Once in her room, Len lead then joined her on the bed. At first she had been worried about what he had to say, but as he spoke Mel realized what had been the source of shadow in his eyes since the other day. His words filled in blanks in her memory, a memory that while painful, was better complete than broken.

She also realized the guilt that Len had been carrying, that he had taken pleasure in and with her body, when he mind had not been her own. Mel looked away from him as she played with his hand under hers. "I know." While she could not see the surprise on his face she knew it was there. "What I mean is, I have memories that I know are not truly my own. I remember things, sensations, people, that I should not remember in such ways."

Mel slowly raised her eyes to his, "You have nothing to feel guilty about Len. I know you would have not acted as you did had you truly know. Luc may not have managed his ultimate goal, but he did strike deep blows at us both. I love you Len, nothing will change that." She reached out to cup the side of his face gently. "I don't know if I can be as "passionate" as that puppet was, but I do not want you to ever feel limited with me. We do have our whole lives ahead of us to explore each other."

Her hand drop from his face to wrap her arms around him and hold Len tightly.

 

[marauder13]

Len felt more at ease from Mel's words, but her touch did the greater work of making him feel better. He put his arms around her in return, holding her firmly, rejoicing in the feel of the woman he loved.

"Mel, I don't care how much passion you show, or in what manner you show it, as long as it is yours in truth and honesty. I will love you in all ways you enjoy, and show you my love in all the ways I can think of."

He held her for a few minutes longer, kissing her cheek before he let go of her. He ran his hands along her arms until he was holding her hands.

"Will you share your thoughts with me that darkened your mood at dinner?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mel bit down her on bottom lip when Len asked about her earlier thoughts. Something his ability to know something was really bothering her with a simple look drove her mad. "I was thinking on everything that had happened since I was kidnapped and our future together" She squeezed his hand tightly, "Our life together does not give me pause, it is more how things could be different."

Inside she contemplated whether her worries should become his? Was she getting upset over something that was not even an issue for them at the moment?

"I also worried that I may have lost a good friend and protector in Jeral," the older man had been further back in her thoughts, but Mel knew parts of what had happened while she had been be-spelled. "I know he would never let anything compromise his oath and duty, but I don't want to see him feel guilt for actions someone else set in motion."

 

[marauder13]

Len looked puzzled over the first part of Mel's response, but he wanted to think on it more to see if he could work it out himself more before asking her for further information.

"I also worried that I may have lost a good friend and protector in Jeral. I know he would never let anything compromise his oath and duty, but I don't want to see him feel guilt for actions someone else set in motion."

Len felt the tension flow out of him, and he smiled warmly before embracing Mel. "Fear not, my love. He is still your ever loving friend and loyal protector. He does carry some guilt in his heart, as I did, over the way he acted with you. Tomorrow, I will see to it that his mind is put to rest, and his guilt is eased." He stepped back, raising a hand before Mel could say anything. "No, my love, no one will cast anything on him to 'cure him'. He will be dealt with in the time honoured way of talking, drinking and other activities that will help clear his head.

"Actually, if you would excuse me for a moment." Len walked out of Mel's rooms, and back into the hall. He pulled out his pendant, placing it in his hand. His free hand made several passes over it, and he muttered a couple of words. The main stone glowed softly.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Baron Horess, I am in need of an urgent favour. I need a courtesan sent to the room of the Brask Captain of the Guard for the night, along with two bottles of Brask's finest wine."

"Of course, Your Highness. Any particular lady?"

"The best that you can find on such short notice, Baron."

"Luckily, Lady Darine is available. I shall have her come right away."

"And Baron, I will fund this one personally. Lady Darine is to be made aware that this is a personal request of mine that she give him the absolute best time she can. Within reason, whatever he desires."

"As you wish, sire."

Len touched the stone, the glow fading away. He re-entered the room, making his way over to Mel, wrapping his arms around her. His lips met hers, closing over them until no gaps remained. He opened himself to her, inviting her to to seek out his tongue, teasing hers with his before retreating back into his mouth. As he did so, he carefully walked her back toward the bed, bringing them to a stop before they bumped into it.

"Now, my love, who is going to strip who first, and have fun playing with them?" His grin was full of devilish fun.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Does there really have to be a first and a second?" Mel asked as she ran a hand down his chest. "Of course I suppose naked is better than acting like a pair of illicit lovers stealing a moment and leaving our clothes on." Mel laughed softly as fire jumped into Len's eyes. She leaned in for another kiss, lips ghosting over his before she pulled back. "Though I suppose if you want the chance to properly strip me from my gown, then have at it my lord."

With her fingertips she made Len take a few steps back. Mel raised her hands to undo all the hard work done to her hair, until it fell behind her.

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Across the hall Jeral lay stretched out across his bed. Noden was a beautiful land, but that didn't stop him from pinning for Brask. And his favorite bed partner. If anything was finally going to purge those traitorous memories from his memory several hours if not days in Catina's company would do it. He couldn't rush Mel's recovery however so he would wait.

The knock at his door was so soft that at first Jeral thought he had imagined it. When it came again, he got up and walked shirtless to the door. What or rather who was on the other side was completely unexpected. He stared at the woman for a few seconds, before he found his voice, "Yes?"

Lady Darine gave him a short curtsey as she answered him, "My name is Lady Darine. I've been sent to keep you company for the evening. I've also been sent with refreshments," she gestured to the two bottles of Brask wine.

Jeral was drinking in the sight of her more than he was taking in her answer. Well at least Brask and Noden had one thing in common, stunning courtesans. Darin was what most men dreamed of as perfect, tall with just enough curve to draw the eye. Her raven black hair was a mix of straight and piled up curls. Her dress dew attention to a waist he could likely fit both hands around.

Her voice drew his attention back to her face, "Lord Jeral?"

"I am no lord, Lady, but you are more than welcome," He pushed the door open fully to allow Darine in as he bent down to pick up both bottles. Jeral didn't need to be told who was responsible for this. Shooting the door to Mel's room he smirked, not that he really needed a reason to consider Lentherian a man worth serving.

Closing the door behind him Jeral went about opening the first bottle and pouring two cups for them both.

 

[marauder13]

"Does there really have to be a first and a second?"

Len shivered slightly as Mel's hand ran down his chest. Even through layers of cloth, there was something delightful about the way her fingers teased his body.

"One this occasion, most definitely yes."

"Of course I suppose naked is better than acting like a pair of illicit lovers stealing a moment and leaving our clothes on."

Len felt the fire in his belly fill the rest of him as his mind's eye picture her naked, her skin painted with the rosy tint of excitement and covered with the light layer of dampness that occurred when he got her excited. Her laugh lifted his spirits, driving away more of the lingering darkness that clouded him from the time she was stolen from him.

His eyes fluttered closed during the all too brief touch of her lips on his. He felt his lips tingle and ache at the fleeting light brush. He opened his eyes, seeing her face pulled back from his.

Though I suppose if you want the chance to properly strip me from my gown, then have at it my lord."

Such offers from her would never be turned down, as long as it was truly her desire. But he wondered at the wish for him to move back, expressed by her fingers on his chest. He stepped back as she indicated, watching her release her hair, letting it fall as it would.

Then, he knew he was free to approach her. He did so, with the dignity that she deserved. He wrapped his arms about her, slowly unbinding her dress, while looking into her eyes, contemplating whether or not to kiss her. Admonishing himself for such foolish questions, he kissed her slowly and tenderly as he continued to make sure the dress would come off her with little effort.

His hands returned to her shoulders, easing the fabric from them and the dress dropped to the floor with nothing stopping its descent. Len lifted Mel off the floor, swinging her easily until she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her glorious breasts within easy reach of his mouth. His hands went to her back, while he kissed her breasts all over with warm, wet breathy kisses interspersed with moans. His arms and hands pulled her forward whenever he kissed her, easing her back until his lips closed on her flesh again. Once her breasts had been tended to, he focused on her nipples. He sucked on them, nipping them, flicking them with his tongue, humming his moans and groans through the captured peaks. He gazed up at Mel's face from time to time, making sure that she was enjoying what he was giving her, for he was enjoying it too.

With a cheeky grin, his hands went to her backside, and flipped her onto her back, and parted her leg, dragging her to the edge of the bed so he could kneel and kiss her most treasured place. He licked her fleshy lips, rediscovering that part of her, exploring it all over again. Once he found the place that pleased her the most, he stayed there, flicking it with his tongue and giving it long, hard swipes as well. He loved her until she reached her personal heaven, when he moved her so she lay entirely on the bed.

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Jeral handed one cup to Darine, who took it with a graceful smile, her eyes drinking in his exposed torso. She had seen many men in her time, but Jeral was one she liked. He was fit, even for a man of his age, and he showed an appreciation for her that went beyond the normal for one of her profession.

"Before we continue, Jeral, please call me Darine. Also, I would like to thank you for stand at his Highness' side while he sought to free the Princess from the one who kidnapped her. If half of the tales are true, for one without any Talent for Magic, you did very well indeed. Her Highness must be very proud of you."

Jeral's face clouded at the reference to Mel, but he continued to drink. "I was doing my duty, nothing more."

She saw his expression, making the connection between the reference and the darkness that crossed his face. She placed the cup down and walked over to him. "You know I have been paid for to tend to you. But my thanks were sincere. You are indeed a brave man, and one of skill and I dare say cunning to have come through all of that alive. You carry some wounds in your heart and mind. Heal them with me. There is much that I can do, Jeral, and for one like you, I am willing to do any of it. Come, Jeral, think not of whatever darkens your thoughts, and think of whatever joys we can make together. Be it talk, touch," she raised her hand and massaged the top of his shoulder, "kiss," she placed a soft kiss on his lips, which he returned in kind, "or any other intimacy that you desire. I am sure that a man such as yourself wouldn't think of anything I would refuse."

She took a step back, the ribbon that held her dress together was a few shades lighter than the fabric it held together.

"One last matter for you to know, Jeral. I am like you. I have no talent with magics, neither do I carry any enchantments. What you see is real, what you experience is real too."

Jeral drained his cup, placing it beside Darine's. "Thank you," he responded gruffly. He closed on her, kissing her roughly and deeply while his hand fumbled and found the ribbon, pulling it free.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Mel's heart swelled as Len kissed her tenderly, his fingers making short work of her dress. There had been just a moment of hesitation within his eyes before he had claimed her mouth. Len poured all himself, all of his love and care for her into that kiss and it was enough to make her weak in the knees.

She let out a small laugh as he took her up into his arms after sending her dress falling effortlessly to the ground. Placed on the bed as she was, Mel was a feast for his eyes and mouth. Len wasted no time in taking in her bounty. Her breathy moans filled the air as his lips explored every available inch of her breasts. It was only after that, did he move on to the tight peaks of her nipples. Heat pooled in her center as Len teased her with lips and tongue.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, as if to drag him closer to her. When he moved her onto her back, Mel watched as Len knelt between her parted legs. Her back and shoulders arched off the bed at the first contact of his lips upon that part of her. She was like warm honey under his licks and kisses. Len did not let up in his ministrations until Mel found her pleasure, screaming his name as her whole body shook with the intensity of it.

Len eased her body onto the bed fully and she let out a soft chuckle, "I do believe you have sapped all the strength from me." Mel reached up when he was leaning over her. Her hand on the back of his neck, pulled him down for another slow, but very heated kiss. The feel of his clothed body against her naked one, drew another moan from her lips as she pressed against him.

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Darine's words and offer were sincere and Jeral planned on taking fully advantage of that. Some of the fire seeped out of his kiss, but that was only because Jeral had pulled back to take in the sight of her body as the dress slipped from her body. Her body was like a living piece of art. The sight of her drove Mel straight from his thoughts.

His lips descended upon hers again, tasting her and the wine as his hands roamed, even under his battle and service worn hands, it was impossible to not notice has smooth and silky her flesh was. One hand cupped her ass, dragging her against him fully as the other cupped her breast. His thumb making small circles around her nipple.

Jeral grinned against her lips as Darine let out a whimper. Teeth found her mouth as his fingers pulled and rolled the tight bud of flesh. Jeral was ever the simple man and the same tactics he used when in battle he applied to his lovers. Looking for those subtle changes in their bodies, listening for that tell tale hitch in their breathing.

With a low growl he picked Darine up and laid her upon his bed. He spread her thighs with his knee as he took the nipple he'd been teasing into his mouth. Darine's moans were music to him as he took his time tasting her. His now free hand walked its way down over her stomach. Lightly he stroked his fingers over the line of where her leg met her hip. Back and forth he worked until he felt the faint flutter of muscle under her skin.

 

[marauder13]

Len went with Mel's guidance and received his prize for his following of her lead. One heated, lingering kiss that warmed him to his very toes. Added to that joy was the press of her naked body against his, and feeling it through his clothing was fun, but it was nothing like feeling it against his own skin. Her moan resonated through him, making him shiver delightfully in response.

"Well, if you have been sapped of all your energy, I guess I have to strip myself rather than let you have the fun." He looked directly at her as he started to open his shirt, exposing his torso to her. He loved seeing the tension in her eyes between wanting to keep his gaze, and looking at his body. His smile hitched just a little, and he nodded slightly. Her eyes flickered away briefly, returning only to make a slightly longer journey away. Len continued to separate the front of his shirt until he could fully remove it, leaving him totally topless. He paused long enough to allow Mel to look him over at her leisure.

He took a similar length of time to work on undoing his pants, before letting them drop. It came as little surprise to either of them that he was standing proud and ready as he stepped out of his pants before he eased himself onto the bed beside Mel.

"Now, my lady, I believe that in all fairness, since I was permitted to play with you while you were in a state of undress, I will extend the same courtesy to you. All I ask is... be gentle with this fragile body." He threw himself back onto the bed, laughing at his joke about his own body.

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Jeral was engaged in a fight on two fronts. One was 'against' Darine, probing her and finding her weaknesses before he began his main campaign to make her surrender to him. The other was against his pent up lust, which was trying to drive him headlong into claiming her. His prolonged abstinence and the desire to finally erase the memories of Melissandra from his mind was testing his self control.

Darine was very experienced with men, and she was also understanding of them and their needs. Her hands came to either side of his face, persistently turning it to face her. Through steadily lust hazing eyes, she looked at him.

"Release yourself and take me now. Then, we can savour each other properly later."

Jeral felt as though chains that had been holding him had snapped. He quickly positioned himself between her legs, settling himself into place. Darine placed one hand around him, guiding him into her welcoming depths, where he strongly plunged as deeply as he could go. Together, they gasped as they bodies reacted to each other's presence. Jeral was in control enough to give Darine enough time to allow her time to adjust to him, before he started vigourously thrusting into her. Darine's eyes widened at his energetic pace. She quickly wrapped her legs around his, anchoring herself and matching his frenzied pace with her own. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she joined him in the rough lovemaking. No words were spoken between them, as Darine made it clear to Jeral she was enjoying everything he was doing.

Darine liked her work for the simple reason she was a very sexual woman, and was easily aroused by a good man. Jeral's need was feeding her needs well, and soon she bent her head back and cried out in in joy as her body clamped down hard on Jeral's erection. The strength of her grip was enough to tip him over, spilling himself within her. Darine looked up at him, her bright rose coloured face smiling broadly as Jeral's contorted with his own ecstasy.

"There." Darine's voice was deep, husky and dripping sex. "Whatever demons have been clouding your mind have been driven off. Now, you can relax, Jeral, and I can give you the rewards the Prince's companion deserves." She pulled him down for a kiss, before guiding him off her, laying him on the bed beside her.

"Would you like some more wine while you gather your breath?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Fragile? Maybe your mind, but the body? I think not," Mel laughed softly as she blanketed his body with her own. She kissed him gently but teasingly. Her lips began a slow descent on his body. When she got to the scar on his shoulder, the kisses laid there were almost reverent before continuing on their path downward. His groans of pleasure were all the encouragement Mel needed. Kisses turned to soft licks as the occasional nip.

His cock glided against the smooth skin of her front as she went down. when it was nestled between the valley of her breasts, Mel looked up, enjoying the heated look Len was giving her in return. When he ran a hand through her hair, she leaned into his touch. In the back of her head, she knew that she had done something like this before. This time it would truly be her and that gave her the will to see it through.

Mel laid hot open mouth kisses along both thighs, taking her time to work her way towards the hard flesh that brushed her cheek. Her hair fell like spilled silk against his leg as she turned her face to kiss his shaft. Both of them shuddered at her actions. One kiss turned into another and another until she was running her tongue against the silken hard flesh of him. her right hand came up, taking a hold of him as she focus her efforts on the proud tip of him. just as she had done before Mel repeated her earlier actions before eventually taking between her full lips.

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Jeral gave a small bark of laughter, "Wine would be good." He stopped Darine though as she started to rise from the bed, "Though I have something else in mind before that." With an almost feral grin, he moved to the foot of the bed. Years of wenching had lead to skills and knowledge most women wished their lovers had.

He took her left ankle into his hands, his fingers working the skin and muscles there, with his mouth soon following their lead up her leg. Darine's moans made him grin against her leg. Jeral worked up the left and then down the right. The second time he went up her left leg however Jeral detoured straight to her mound.

Rough hands cupped her ass, lifting her up as his lips, teeth and tongue made a meal of her. He turned her into a writhing mess as he worked her body. Setting her down only to free up a hand, Jeral went quickly back to work, his fingers probing her depths as he worked her swollen jewel. He brought her to the edge several times before finally letting her find her release with a high throaty scream.

As he sat up he said softly, "Now we can have that wine."

 

[marauder13]

Mel's lips upon his body were exquisite beyond compare. The gentle touches left a blazing trail along his body already heated by the blanket that was her body. When she kissed the bite scar, the feel was different. The love was still there, but it came through with a more subtle tone. It was still a magnificent kiss, like all the others, but the different feel to it made it stand out. But when the licks and nips joined the kisses, Len wasn't sure if he wanted more or wanted to flee.

Memories of one time before flooded his mind, and he pushed them aside as hard as he could. What happened there in that room may be different or may be the same, but it would be Mel, the real woman the one he loved choosing the course. She looked at him, his desire for her blazed behind his eyes, and his hand combed her hair, comforting her and connecting with her.

The kisses on his thighs erased all thought, leaving him at the mercy of the feelings she created in him. The kiss of his shaft sent a bolt of lightning through his body. The kisses made the rest of him feel limp. Len was completely gone until he felt the plump ring of Mel's lips close around the head of his shaft.

"Gods, Mel...."

He lifted his head enough to watch her as she moved down his shaft. Her tongue touched and rubbed him and his head fell back, sounds filling the room with his bliss at what was passing. It was similar to the last time. There was caution, exploration, tenderness. She didn't go as far, but then he didn't care. It was really Mel this time. She moved slowly at first, seemingly unsure, but then the confidence grew and her head was moving faster. Len was back to the same place as the last time, experiencing joys he never thought existed.

As happened the last time, her ministrations were bringing him close to his peak. He managed to rally himself enough. "Mel... I'm close... love, I'm close!"

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Darine lay back on the bed, fighting for breath while looking up, astonished, at the Captain of the Guard. Her breasts rose and fell sharply as she looked at the grinning man.

"Depending on how thirsty you are, you may need to fetch it yourself. My legs are refusing to do anything right now. You are a dangerous man, Jeral." Her eyes were bright. "If you ever some to our kingdom again, I will be most offended if you should not ask for me."

"I will remember to ask for you when I return. I think I can wait for my wine. I like the serving wenches here. They are very good to look at." Jeral smiled broadly.

"You rake!" She slapped his arm playfully. "Serving wench? Hmmmph." But she languidly rose from the bed, combing her fingers through her hair, pushing it from her face as she went to fill the cups. She returned with the full cups, handing one to Jeral. She took a sip from her own, putting it down nearby.

Her free hand took a hold of his shaft in a delicate grip, exploring the full length of it until he was fully erect. With a smile, Darine quickly enveloped his head with her mouth. The cool wine added a special touch making Jeral almost jump off the bed. Darine laughed as she slid more of his heated flesh into her warming mouth, the wine finding the tiny breaks in the skin that added a little zing to the pleasure she was getting from her. When she took all she could into her mouth, she swallowed the wine, making Jeral moan and fall back onto the bed.

Darine favoured him in a way that she she did to few others; she took him deep into her throat. He had shown himself worthy, and she admitted that she enjoyed the feel of him filling her in that way, and what it was doing to him. But she also returned the favour by bringing him close, and letting him calm, repeating it several times before finally allowing him to spray her tongue. It was clear to her that he had been a long time between lovers as he seemed to take forever to empty himself.

"It seems that you may have taken a liking to me, Captain." She laughed softly reaching for her cup and drinking slowly. She gazed at him seductively over the rim.

"Well... you did get me to the edge several times, I guess I had them all queued up."

"Awwww... that means there may not be enough left for the rest of the night?" Darine pouted bringing the cup to her lips once more.

Jeral smiled in a clearly naughty manner. "Well, there is one way to find out." He put his cup down, and reached for her."