The King's Daughter, The King's Wife

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ooc: resurrecting on oldie

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

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

IC-

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.

 

[PogueMahone]

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 eighteen 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.

 

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Viola looked up as her new husband entered.

Are you ready to recieve me, my wife

Viola blushed, thinking about what ricieving him meant.

She bit her lip, and dismissed her attendents.

"Of course my lord."

 

[PogueMahone]

King Bordic

Bordic couldn't help noticing the blush on his wife's face as she dismissed her attendants, leaving the two of them alone as she answered, "Of course, my lord."

"Very well," the king replied, stepping further into her quarters and letting the wooden door shut firmly behind him. He "It was a lovely ceremony," He commented lamely, moving up to stand beside the bed, bending down to sit on the edge of the mattress beside her. "And you were a lovely bride, Viola," He assured her, his large battle scarred hand reaching out to caress her pale skin. "As lovely as your mother was," He commented wistfully, his finger running along her cheek.

 

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"Thank you" Viola said quietly leaning into his caress, "But, please don't compare me to my mother."

She'd always been compared to her mother, sometimes she felt lacking. Her mother was dead, but her memory remained. Not only in her father's heart, but their people's as well.

 

[PogueMahone]

King Bordic

"It is hard not to compare the two of you," He assured her, his hand lightly caressing her cheek, "you are the very image of her, Viola." As she leaned into his caress, Bordic couldn't help noticing how her nightgown gaped open, exposing her full young breasts to his gaze. "The very image," He repeated softly, licking his lips as he stared at the cleavage she was showing.