Royal Family Line

[SugarDeSpice]

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Viola
long black hair, green eyes, amazing curves
princess of Cameldon (fictious country)

Needs just one character at the moment, her father the king.

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Viola let her serving women brush out her long black hair till it shined, thinking over the past few days events in her head.

She was now a married woman, her women preparing her for her marriage bed.

She felt a strange anxiousness in the pit of her belly, uneasy with the feeling that she may actually be looking forward to the consumation of her marriage, a marriage to her father.

Even though she was his daughter, she was still a member of his realm and subject to his will.

His will being that since she was of age for marriage and he had yet to take a second wife after the death of her mother, she would marry him, her own father so he could breed a son off her and his blood line would not be thinned by other lines.

He had told her and his entire court that without a male heir whomever married his daughter would become king after he was gone, and the fact that someone not of his blood would rule did not sit well with him, so he had come the the conclusion he would marry her himself and the son she was bound to bare would be the future king.

To Viola's surprise no one thought anything of it.

"My Queen." A soft voice penatrated Viola's thoughts and she looked to her maid who had spoken.

"It is time." The older woman said helping Viola into the big majestic bed to await her husband, her father, her king

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Just need the king/daddy

 

[GoodSon]

King Bordic

King Bordic the First sat in his study, a cup of chilled wine sitting forgotten on the arm of his chair as thought about the upcoming comsummation of his marriage. His bride, his own daughter Viola had retired early leaving the post ceremony celebrations in full swing. He could still hear the drunken revelers in the courtyard below.

Standing up he walked over to the open window, glancing down at the flickering torches and food laden tables laid out below. It had been a good party, a party that rivaled even the legendary debauchery of his coronation night. That had been the night he'd taken his long departed wife, Islyn, to his bed for the first time. He'd wed her several weeks later when he discovered she was carrying his child. Islyn had been a frail woman, slender and tall in stark contrast to him. Bordic smiled as he thought of his late wife, dead these past sixteen years. She'd died giving birth to Viola and he'd never remarried. Until now that is. At 45, Bordic wasn't sure how much longer he'd remain king and he needed an heir, he wouldn't allow his country to disintergrate into civil war as it had before his ascension to the throne. He was still an active, athletic man the only sign of his age being the sprinking of grey that now appeared in his beard and hair. He could still father a son, probably more then one if his new wife was as fertile as she appeared.

Thinking of Viola caused a stirring in his loins. She was a ravishing young woman he admitted with a mixture of fatherly pride and lustful desire. He'd expected more of an outcry from his people when he'd announced his intention to wed his own daughter but other then a few dissenting voices, now silenced thanks to the royal axe man, no one had found it unseemly. Draining the last of his wine, Bordic turned and left the study, following the winding hall towards his daughter's quarters. He saw a serving woman exiting the room as he approached, bowing deeply to him when saw him draw neear. He didn't aknowledge her bow at all as he paused before the sturdy wooden door, knocking softly as he opened the door.

"Are you ready to recieve me, my wife?" He asked his new wife, his own daughter as he stepped into her bedroom.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Viola

Viola took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and looked up at her father...no her husband...well most importantly her king and she must always remember that.

She bit her lip and nodded, her naivette and nervousness very apparent. He may have been her father but he was also a very harsh king, who could dispose of her if he so choose, as a wife, as a daughter and a living person.

 

[PogueMahone]

King Bordic

Wrong Thread sorry....

 

[GoodSon]

King Bordic

Bordic stood in the doorway to his daughter's, his wife's, bedchamber looking down at her as she lay on her large soft bed. Her long dark hair framed her pale face as she looked up at him, her large green eyes filled with nervousness as she nodded tentatively to him as her even white teeth bit her lip.

"Oh, Viola," Bordic said soothingly, seeing how nervous his young wife was as he approached the side of her bed. "Relax my darling," he told her, his hand reaching out to comb through her long dark hair, feeling the silken tresses as she looked up at him. "There is nothing to fear, my wife. I would never hurt you." He promised his rough battle scarred fingers sliding down to caress the soft skin of her cheek. The anxiety he saw in her deep eyes reminded him for all the world of when she was a child, of how she had looked to him whenever she was hurt or insulted by a careless courtier. Bordic had had many men, the fancy dressed hangers on that seemed to follow him constantly and never learned not to insult his young daughter, he’d had many of them beaten and exiled for causing the same look of fear he now saw in his young wife’s eyes. “Viola, my darling daughter, I could never hurt you,” He assured her, bending down over her as he kissed her full lips. “I love you too much to harm you, my darling.” He told her in a soft whisper as he kissed her again.
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