Ashley always tried her hardest to make all her customers happy, constantly pushing herself further with her dancing. Sometimes though it didn’t seem like enough. She looked in the mirror at her reflection in the change room before fluffing her hair and slipping her heels on. She stood up from her chair once they were buckled on and she strutted out, standing tall. She pushed open the door to reveal a full club. You would think these men would have better things to do considering where they were but money is money. She started she way the the back stage and noticed all the old dingy men and some young not so bad ones. She stepped up one stage and gripped the pole looking out the see if the only person that mattered was there, Leon.

He stood up and moved quickly over to the Guy. He put a hand against the Guy’s chest as he was gonna make a move. Don’t even Pal…it’ll be the worst and last mistake of your life, trust me. The Guy was about to protest when he looked up at the Sky Runner shirt Roger wore and shut up. Roger looked at Leon and nodded that he could let go.It’s ok Sir, he doesn’t know shit, he won’t be an issue anymore. He waited to see what Leon would do.

Leeta, having already done her set earlier, sat at the bar, nursing a drink. She wasn’t really paying attention to anything or anyone, pretty much off in her own little world. She released a melancholy sigh and signalled for another Rum and Coke. The bartender strolled over and started making her drink. “What’s got you lookin all dog-eared pitiful?” came the question. Leeta looked up, eyes hot with anger. “None of your damn business.” she snapped. The bartender held up her hands in a warding off gesture and moved to help someone else. Leeta took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips against the taste as she contemplated the best way to murder someone and hide the body without ever being caught.

Flashback:

Earlier in the day, as she was walking across the base, she had come across Eric and Neytiri in a heated embrace. It caused her to stop in her tracks, staring with her mouth open in shock and her heart feeling as if it was shriveling up in her chest. She knew the two were together and had been lucky (or unlucky, depending on how one looked at it) enough not to have proof of it. But here was the proof she didn’t want, smacking her in the face. Her fists clenched until the nails bit into her palms, drawing blood. She had turned on her heel and stormed away…

Shaking her head to rid herself of the images, she turned on her barstool, leaning back on her elbows to watch Ashley at work. She refused to think about HIM and his BITCH any more that evening.

However, as he stared at the man, his eyes caught the opening of the doors to the club and they darted over, to see someone he held closest to his heart enter, and his grip on the man’s wrist loosened as much as his expression. Rissa, as he called entered with another man, and he rose a brow, curious at this. He allowed the man’s arm to leave his hand, but held his eyes tightly onto Rissa’s form as she made her way to the bar.*

“Get your wrist looked at.”

*The words came soft, and things started up again.The man scrambled away, and Leon’s eyes held fast to Rissa as she sat the bar, with who Leon could only guess, was her date. the problem with the thinking though? Clarissa Grant on a DATE is almost as rare as him loosing a fight. It just didn’t happen, at least, not to the best of Leon’s knowledge. He turned away from her though, allowing Ashley to push his thoughts form his mind with her dancing and found himself being mesmerised by her body, all his worries leaving him in one instant. Though many soldiers came to the club to watch the dancers, none did so for the reasons Leon did.*

-The crowd had swelled in size and number, as Ashley began her routine in earnest. Working the golden stage pole, and practically having sex with it. She was a professional, there was no doubt about it, and with the strobe lighting beaming lasers, and adding to the mix, along with the heavy beat of the base, she gyrated and bent her body in ways that would tantalize the crowd, including Leon. In fact, Clarissa could see, how Ashley was gazing down at Leon as she performed her routine.

It wasn’t lost on Clarissa that Leon had seen her enter, and the fact she had the young officer with her, might have had questioning if she was at the bar on a date. Clarissa quickly averted her gaze away from Leon, as it hit her. ~Oh god..he must think I’m here with Johnson.~ she thought to herself, wanting to hide from the unwanted attention.

Clarissa was a career officer, first and foremost, so the fact she was even in the club was a shock for those who recognized her. But Johnson, was lapping up being by her side. There was no mistaking it, Clarissa was a very beautiful women, whether she was in fatigues or dressed in civilian clothes. The young officer watched her order a drink, then he found his eyes going over her svelte frame, and he was no longer interested in the wild dancing of Ashley. He honestly thought he might have a chance with his superior officer…if she had enough to drink.

“Ma’am….can I get you another?” Johnson asked, as he took the bar stool beside her.

“You don’t have to call me that here, Johnson. I have a name.”

“Sorry, Ma’am….can I ask what that is?’

“Rissa..”

Johnson practically bounced in his seat, and struck his hand out to get the attention of the bar keep.

“Another JD and coke for the lady here…”

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*Leon’s eyes held onto Ashley’s figure as her’s held onto him. His “Girl”, as she liked to flaunt herself, worked the pole like no other, and it’s why she was given her position. That and because she got the owner to become sweet on her, and he gave her the job way too quickly without even seeing her dance. It was mere luck she ended up knowing what it was she was doing. Though his bright blue eyes held onto Ashley’s forms as the bright lights carried over her, his mind would find it’s way back to Rissa and dwindle on her and the man she was with. He wasn’t worried. Not at all. But, it did bring him pause. His eyes constantly dwindled over to the two at the bar, and he saw her get her second drink…and accept it. <Maybe it is a date….> He thought to himself as his shoulders rose and feel in a deep breath.*

*He turned from Ashley, and found his way outside, where he reached in the pocket of his black jeans and pulled out a box of cigarettes. Opening it, he pulled the lighter out of the box and a single cigarette from the box. He put it to his mouth, and lit it, inhaling it’s sweet deathly smoke. Thanks to his Genetic enhancements, he was practically immune to diseases, including cancer. He’s been up to this hobby for years now, and it has hardly affected him. His mind traveled to Rissa, and her male friend as he leaned against the wall about ten feet from the door, staring up to the night time sky. The Avalonia night time sky was always one that amazed him in it’s beauty, with stars and almost three moons over it’s body that lit the sky like the strobes of the club. It was a sight to behold, and though he should be used to it, it was the one thing that calmed his mind from thought completely.*

“Doesn’t matter anyway…duty first. As always.” *And their duties were too large to be disturbed.*

-While Clarissa toyed with pushing the second glass of JD and coke towards the girl beside her, Leeta kindly declined, then sat for a moment, not saying another word. With the background of heavy bass music and coloured lights, it was hard enough to hear the person next to you as it was. Clarissa simply moved the drink back towards the bar keep, not wanting to drink it just cause it was there. She let out a sigh, only to turn to look at the girl beside her, who was looking back at her.

“What is it with men thinking they can try and be your friend but then they go and do something totally stupid…like dating someone you loathe?”

Clarissa was about to interject, her lips parted slightly when….Leeta continued…

“Makes me just want to drop them all off the face of a cliff into an active volcano.”

“I wouldn’t go that…” Clarissa tried to get a word in, but Leeta was on a roll.

“I mean, is it just me or are men that blind? I swear I wake up some days and wonder what the hell is wrong with me that make men all over think that I’m some pushover and don’t know my own feelings.”

Clarissa suddenly found herself smirking, since she couldn’t finish what she was trying to say, so let Leeta have the floor.

“I really don’t understand what he sees in her. She eats rodents for God’s sake!”

The part about the rats, had Clarissa’s eyebrows shoot up and all she could think of was to mouth the sound; “Ewww”

And that was when Leeta came to the end of her rant.

“Sorry for ranting at you like that. I don’t normally just toss all that out there. *her hand outstretched, she introduced herself* “I’m Leeta, by the way. Leeta Bradley.”

Clarissa took the offered hand and shook it firmly, saying “Clarissa Grant..Eternium Class Officer of Echo Base. Pleasure to meet you, Leeta.”

Clarissa slowly removed her hand, then asked of Leeta. “This is going to probably sound like some kind of pick up line, but….what are you doing in a place like this?” She clearly didn’t realize that Leeta was one of the star attractions.

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“This is going to probably sound like some kind of pick up line, but….what are you doing in a place like this?”

Leeta, who’d been starting to take another bit of her drink, nearly choked on the amber liquid and had to set the glass down as she started to cough and sputter. Someone pounded her on the back, helping her clear her airway and it was a few moments before she could catch her breath to speak. She looked at Clarissa, trying to determine if the woman was either delusional or completely serious. There was a bit of a smirk on her face but her eyes were filled with nothing but honest curiosity. How does she not know? Oh Clarissa was in the shock of her young life.

Seeing Ashley had finished her set, she made a vague signal to the guy manning the DJ booth and the music changed to something sultry and sexy. Returning Clarissa’s smirk, Leeta slid from her seat like liquid silk, keeping eye contact with Clarissa as she did so. She had been wearing a short leather jacket over her clothing and as the music changed its beat and tempo, Leeta slowly began to remove her jacket. She now had the attention of the men close by, as others who’d been near the stage began looking around to see who the next act was. Hearing that there was a dancer near the bar soon had those closest to the stage standing on tables and chairs to see over their companions for a better look. The catcalls and whistles rent the air.

The leather material slid down one arm as she caressed the soft skin of her shoulder with her chin. Her hair was covering one eye and she looked up to wink at a young cadet, who gulped hard as she approached him. His friends egged him on as she placed her foot between his open thighs on his chair, toes coming dangerously close to an interest part of his anatomy. She extended her arm, directing the young man to “assist” her removal of her jacket. Gulping, he nodded, grabbing the material in one hand as she executed a quick turn to release her other arm from the confines of her leather prison. Clad in a figure-hugging corseted top and a leather mini skirt, she dipped low, flinging her hair forward before standing back up. No one had seen her unzip the corset, but she was now swinging it over her head and moving her hips in a circle, almost like it was some kind of porn-rated Hula dance. The corset was flung away as she moved around the room in just a barely-there bra and her skirt.

She paused on her way up to the stage to give one of her regular customers a quick tease of a lap dance, shaking her ass in his face while his hands roamed around to rub her stomach and thighs. She took one of his hands and placed it at the zipper at the back of her skirt. He obliged and as the skirt slid down her thighs, she too slid down in the man’s lap until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She ran her hands up his thighs and across his shoulders as her body dipped and flowed around him. She kicked the skirt away into the crowd when she was upright and made her way to the stage, dressed in a bra and thong. The catcalls and whistling increased in frequency as she dipped and slid around the pole on the stage. The music reached a crescendo as she went into the final steps of her act, clinging to the top of the pole with strong thighs as she hung upside down, hands running along her body like a lover. She slid downward until she was laying on her back in the middle of the stage and the music ended. The applause was thunderous as she got to her feet. She blew a kiss and a wink at Clarissa before sauntering off the stage.

If that didn’t answer her question… Leeta smirked as she headed to her dressing room to change, …then I don’t know what will.

-Ever have that feeling where you just shoved your size seven food in your mouth, for asking possibly the dumbest question on earth? Well, no sooner had Clarissa asked Leeta, what the dark skinned beauty was doing in a place like the Club Echo, Clarissa was about to find out just why. It was the manner in which Leeta slinked off her bar stool, that had her go wide eyed, realizing that she had in fact offered a free drink to one of the Club’s best dancers.

“Oh god..” Clarissa said her thoughts out loud, as Leeta moved through the crowd, with the grace and skill of a jungle cat. One cadet was the first target of her attention, with her foot placed strategically between his legs, and just shy of his…yes well. Clarissa suddenly found reason to be thirsty, to clear her throat, and she spun around and picked up her JD and coke, skulling it back, all the while Leeta had whipped off her corset and now was doing an X rated hula dance with it. Now the girl was barely wearing a stitch of clothing, and prancing about, much to the delight of all the horny officers and civilians. Clarissa’s cheeks flushed red, and she knew she had seen enough. This wasn’t the place for her, already feeling the fool for entering with Johnson, and seeing Leon leering at Ashley.

“I’ve had enough I think.” Snatching up her bag, she got off the bar stool, and headed for the exit, while up on the stage, Leeta was blowing kisses and winking at her, as she walked off the stage. Her performance had wowed the crowd, whose applause was heard outside the Club doors.

Clarissa was in a hurry to cross the street to her jeep, only reaching it and struggling to find her keys. She glanced back, only to see Leon, now having a cigarette with a red haired woman, she couldn’t quite recognize in the dimly lit street. Another woman? What was this? Clarissa slammed her fist into the jeep door out of anger, and her keys fell from her purse with a clatter on the ground. She knelt down to pick them up hastily, then jumped into her jeep, and gunned the engine, before tearing off into the night, heading back to base, and the sanctity of her bunk.

She didn’t want to have to remember this night, if could help it. The only place where life made sense, was back in Echo base.

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~Hun?~ She thought to herself. “Since when does he call me that?”

Clarissa took off on her morning run, as Jacob sat on his bike, and admired her ass in those tight shorts, as she turned the corner. “Mmmm…Mmmm.”

:: Later ::

The mess hall was chock full of every rank officer and soldier, one of the few places were basically everyone sat together. Clarissa had gotten back from her run, and showered, then changed into her uniform, which clearly showed her rank when it came to her position on the base. Those that passed her, made sure they saluted her, even though rumours had already spread about how she was seen at Club Echo with Corporal Johnson. Grabbing a tray of food, she turned around, only to see Jacob had actually smartened himself up, and was waiting at a table for her.

“Commander Grant….would you do me the honor of joining me for breakfast?” He said with a salute, then pulled out a chair for her as she sat down. Clarissa took her seat, and fiddled with her napkin, casting looks at those that were watching her and Jacob together. She leaned forward and said quietly. “Do I have something on my forehead?” Jacob stared at her intently then laughed. “Just small crease lines, the ones you get when your worried about something. Come on…everyone knows about last night.” Clarissa wanted to hide under the table, until Jacob said. “Yeah, you paid some stripper to get rid of Corporal Johnson’s advances. I think that shit is so cash.” He started laughing and then Clarissa finally found the humor in it and joined him by letting out a soft laugh. She didn’t want to bring up Leon, and his “women”, since that would have spoiled the moment.

*The word left his lips without his even noticing when he caught Rissa and Jacob at a table in the building. He lowered his eyes rather quickly, and a brow rose on his forehead as he made his way to the line of food. He took a tray, and headed to his usual table, excluded from the others in a rather far off corner. He removed his weapons, setting them neatly on the table, and sat, lifting his fork from the tray of food to his mouth and chewing gently, ignoring the sight he’d just held.*

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“That we are.” *He nodded his head to the armory on their left, directly beside the control room. Through the trees tucked away on the farthest wall, but still clearly represented. It normally sealed off while there is a session in place, but Leon made sure to leave it open as he had figured Raven would come with her sniper rifle packing. Leon himself came with his casual attire and weapons, but he switched his pistol for another energy sword, for optimum melee ability given they will be fighting Alven.* “It’s Alven and Inglai today and we have a marksman coming. Go grab something for melee weaponry.”

*That’s when the message from Clarissa flipped onto his helmet. The great thing about these suits was that they could be equipped with Smart AI’s, and these AI’s normally were based off the wearers mind. Thus, they always knew what was necessary for the person it served. By keeping a connection to Leon’s computer back in his office, he was able to bring any messages or information directly to Leon’s helmet HUD. After reading it, he smiled beneath his helmet, and thought his reply, watching it fill the screen in words. One could never explain his love for this suit.*

“At ease soldier. You will find out, as often in the combat situation a Dire Wolf is put into, there is little to no info on the enemy. The most I can say is that both Alven and Inglai are doing battle here. It is up to you to discern friend from foe, as designators will not be permitted to you. You must think fast, and act faster. Your performance will determine what class of soldier you will become, the better the performance, the higher the class. We are to eliminate all Inglai, discern friend from foe among the Alven, and get home before the sun rises. Is that understood?”

*Leon leaned in close at the final words to young man’s face, his voice taking on a rather intimidating tone. A Dire Wolf is strong and has a will to compete with the greatest of gods, he had to make sure this was installed in the boy else he wouldn’t survive the modification process. From the record, he had high hopes for him, but in the end it’s up to him what happens.*
“I suggest you gather from the armory on your right an SRS99-S5 AM, you will need it. We will be facing Inglai heavy weapons. You know what that means. Heavy armor, and we need something long range to punch through it. You’re our marksman today. That will be your job.”

*Then his eyes fell upon the female who entered the room. To his surprise, incredible surprise at that, it was the pilot he’d played ball with the previous night. Confused, he rose a brow beneath his helmet. In his mind, he could not understand why Mack would invite her, of all the people in Echo Base, her. Leon would’ve settled better for the lead of Trydent Squad, not…their pilot. She was fast, crafty, and intelligent, but she was not a ground trooper, at least in his opinion. However, her salute was taken well, and he was happy his confused look was hidden behind his Helmet. Though he still asked his questions.*

“Lawrence, you’re the pilot of the SCAR Hermes correct? I’m assuming Sergeant Major Steele sent you….did he explain why or give any reason for his decision?”

*He took a few steps closer after closing the door, a much more serious look on his face. The smile quickly melted to a single line of tenseness and his eyes retook their cold persona as he took his mind form her and to the reason of his coming. He came to her feet and kneeled before her, lowering his head and then raising his eyes to meet her own.* Majesty, I request permission to train the troops under more…harsh conditions. they have become rather….soft with blade in hand. I ask to show them the realities of war and remind them of their purpose.”

“I shall go inform her you are home and wish to see her. Shall I have her meet you in the library, your Highness?” Jimeon asked, keeping the cloak folded neatly over his arm.

“Yes…yes I would like that. Thank you. Oh…and tell her, I expect to see her looking radiant in white this day.”

“Yes, your highness.” And with that, the man servant went to find the Queen and share the good news of the King’s return, and his wishes for that day.

“Do tell me you enjoyed your morning slumber? You looked so serene, I dare not wake you.” Henry said, his eyes dancing as he could see nothing in the world but her. It was times like this that he cherished the most. Little did he realize her true feelings for him, were not as pure.

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“But I am here now…so what do you have planned, my Sweetest dove? For I am now at your service, my Queen.” He made a light bow, and winked at her, full of good intent.

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Derek grinned as she spoke. He hooked his thumbs into the front of his breeches and cast a pair of blue eyes across her form “I believe you’re right” he said, smirking in response. “I fear he had forgotten actually…but that is to be expected when his thoughts are currently being other wise occupied” Derek chuckled and gave her a slight wink “On his wife to be, of course.”. Derek chuckled and took her hand gently. He placed a soft kiss to the back of it, before casting his gaze up toward her eyes “Come my lady” he grinned and raised up again, taking her hand gently in his. He tucked his wife to be in by his side and took of toward the training grounds. The huge raised stadium was the pride of the castle, many a knight having done his time here and having had left a champion. “My lady needs to changed i think” Derek said, bemused as he glanced over her dress. “or you could fight me in a skirt, which i wouldn’t object too” Derek grinned. Heading out into the training area he dismissed the few other people in it to the outskirts to give himself and Violet somewhere to train. He drew ‘Dawnstar’ from his sheath and tossed it from hand to hand, testing the swords weight. As ever, it felt perfect. Derek smirked and held the sword at an angle as he found Violet again “Well?, shall i fight you or my shadow first” he smirked and gave her another wink, obviously enjoying being cocky about his sword fighting.

King Henry had absolutely no clue, that his words of praise for his God, and the joy he expressed in his healing and miracles, was turning his wife’s stomach. He also did not have the foresight to see that she was plotting to do him in, and take the lands and Kingdom for herself. Had he known this….oh how different he would be. Not that she knew truly what would become of an Angel that was to be betrayed by his most adored, beside his son and God. Her sweet voice spoke of how he was truly an Angel, and yes…yes he was. He was perfection, never seeing the bad or ill in anyone, but that’s not to say he didn’t feel dread, when the shadows approached. Oh how well she hid her dark nature from him, she was truly on her game, after all these years, without a single slip up. But how much longer could she maintain this facade, and what would it take, for her to break from her mission to unseat him? The King had offered to be at her service this day, and she smiled at him, with those glorious eyes watching him intently.

“I really didn’t had anything planned, love. After my morning cup of tea, I was just going to the garden, so I could relax a bit.”

The King suddenly had a fabulous idea.

“Well then, a walk in the garden sounds delightful, and just to make it even more so, I shall accompany you, and bring with me, my favorite book of hymns, and shall sing to you, my Dove.”

Yes…he was going to follow her, step for step, and sing the joy of his God to her and all that listened.

What an Angel.

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Gardens

Reaching the gardens, Metia’s light eyes scanned around the are they were within, as she was trying to find the perfect spot, for them to sit down, without getting her dress dirty, since it was white, she had to be way more careful with this dress than with any other dress she used. Another reason why she hated wearing white.
Her eyes finally found a perfect bench, behind the fountain that was placed in the middle of the garden, the bench was actually against the fountain, making people enjoy more the sound of the water falling. Picking up the sides of her dress, Metia walked up to the bench, and when she got there, she slowly sat down, fixing her dress a bit, before look up at her husband, with a lovely smile, waiting for him to sit down and start with his hymns. The early he started, the early this would end, right? Well, she hoped. 

King Henry had taken his favorite book of hymns from the library after his adored Queen agreed that it would be a lovely idead if he sang for her whilst they sat and enjoyed the tranquility of the gardens. Adorned in white, with gold brocade and silver trims, the King’s form became illuminated as he ventured after his wife out into the spectacular gardens. The clouds actually parted, though a sign from God, and shone its rays of light down, christening Henry’s head and crown. He was favored by God, a servant devout, and so his reign appeared to be charmed almost. His long white coat swept along the grass, and he smiled at the sights and scents that invigorated his senses. Life; was all around, and with seeing his beautiful wife looking so fair and radiant in this setting, he felt that this was the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.

Reaching the bench where his beloved sat herself down slowly, he showed off his pearly whites, and turned elegantly seating himself beside her. The very birds twittered in the trees, and butterflies flew around, with their rainbow like wings, fanning such pretty colours. A doe even emerged from behind a small shrub, and two white rabbits hopped out nibbling clover, while the King took out his tattered book of hymns.

“I just know you are going to enjoy my hymn to our Lord….ahem…cough cough…”

King Henry then launched into a powerful song, his arm reaching out, and he even knew most of the lyrics off by heart. With his perfect pitch, being an Angel, he even had some of the house staff come out from the Castle, and share in this magical experience.

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell.
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell.
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

When he finished, many of the staff clapped and some were even moved to tears at his beautiful rendition of the Hymn, the love of God is great.

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Metia watched the King sitting down on the bench besides her, as he said that she would enjoy this. Oh yeah, she would enjoy it so much.
“I bet I will, my love.”
She replayed him with a soft tone of her voice, as she just waited for him to start. He had a beautiful voice, but she’d rather listen him saying other stuff and not this. This was rather boring for her, annoying, disgusting, it bothered her a lot, and if he wasn’t her husband, she would have already made him shut up long time ago. Her expression still remained like she was enjoying what she was listening to. She was always staring down at the water from the fountain, her finger tips, slowly touching the water, as she made random trails, she was basically keeping herself busy with the water, so the hymns of her husband wouldn’t annoy her that much.
As soon as he was done, she noticed loud claps behind her, which made her jump slightly from her seat, she wasn’t really paying attention to who was around her, so she didn’t noticed other people from the castle stepped in, wanting to hear their King. Who would enjoy hear such thing? Ugh, this people was way too pure for her, well, their King is an Angel. Her parents really couldn’t get her other husband? But no, they had t o pick the most pure creature an Angel. At least the King Brax was a vampire not as pure as her husband, and he was wicked, she enjoyed that, yet a mistake happen. She got pregnant of him, lied to her husband it was his, and when the baby born, the maids told her husband the baby couldn’t survive. Metia remembered her husband wanting to see the look of the baby before bury him, but Metia never allowed such thing, and as an excuse she said she felt like she failed and she didn’t wanted her husband to see her “Failure”. Since she was crying pots back then, he respected her and never saw the baby. But then, he wanted another child, because he wanted to replace what they lost, forcing her to get pregnant, luckily for her, this time it was indeed from him, and they had a beautiful daughter, Selene.
“That was wonderful, my King. Always such lovely voice.”
She finally said with a bright smile, as she began to clap, gently and softly, like a lady should do.

“Well were you planning on havin a chat eventually, or will lurking in the shadows behind me suffice?….Come now..I don’t bite…..often.”

His voice carried across to her, and she felt her shyness slip away, ever so gently when he tiled his head and regarded her with such a flirtatious manner. With a hooked hand, he beckoned her over, and looking left and right to see if others watched, she crept towards him, her blonde hair tied with small shells, and the scent of sea salt strong on her skin.

“I cannot lie..I do follow you, Captain. I fear I am lost….and out of my depth.”

Her eyes, the colour of the ocean’s waves shyly looked up into his, and she clasped her hands together, her fingernails the colour of mother of pearl.

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As the Girl approached, Terren regarded her with a look, that was appraising, but not in a lewd way. His smiled widened a bit, as if the larger the smile, the warmer and safer she felt. He carefully too her tiny hand in his good hand and brought it to his lips. He may be a Scourge on the High Seas, but the Man knew how to exude Charm and Chivalry, however false or true it may have been. Think nothing of it my Lady. This old Sea Dog is all the better for your presence. Terren Avery’s my name and the “Fall from Grace” is my Lady Love at Sea. He leaned in a bit as if a Friend sharing a secret. And I assure you a Mermaid is far from out of Her depth with Captain Terren Avery. Gracing his words with a winking smile. He almost fooled himself into thinking he was a Gilded Gentlemen sometimes.

Don’t be too impressed at my recognizing what you are…let’s just say that ‘Once Upon a Time’, the Heavens shown ther light down on this Poor Soul. He made flitting hand gestures to show light raining down and imply his Angelic past with a joking tone. So…..what exactly brings you to this gorgeously decorated den of debauchery? He was curious as to what would make a Mermaid travel this far from the Sea, Hell, he hardly even liked being this far from it.

“I fear what the two legged would do, if they knew. You are kind to keep this secret safe, Captain Avery. I am truly in your debt.” She tried to curtsy, but her legs weren’t exactly up to the task, and she appeared to stumble a little, with her cheeks flushing a sweet shade of pink. But it was the question of what brought her out of the deep, that had him intrigued. Oh this was the greatest of secrets, and she wiggled her finger to come closer, as she took out a locket, that she kept upon her person. It snapped open, to show a picture of a Prince. Prince Derek of Casterly, to be exact.

“A man…a very beautiful man. I have seen him in my dreams, and found this locket, in a box of treasure that came from a ship wreck.” She spun a fanciful tale, of how the mermaid was in love with a man she had never met. “I seek to find him, and express my love.” So naive was she and bound to be in for a terrible shock, when she discovers, he already has a love to call his own.

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Terren couldn’t help but instantly like the Girl. Aside from her obvious beauty Her Dreamer mentality, however naïve it may be, was endearing. He himself wasn’t much of a Romantic, but he adored the idea of Romance. He nearly bounced with light, beaming from his smile.Well now…there is a lovely tale if I’ve ever heard one. Well if it’s one thing Captain Terren can’t resist, it’s a good story…..of course I’ll be glad to see you on your way to this Adventure of the Heart. I’m sure the booze and coin purses can wait another while for me. He half bowed to her, mocking a Gentleman Knight to a Lady. Thank you my Lady, you’ve given this old Sailor a purpose. These roads are far too dangerous for a Lady on her own, but thankfully you’ll have me to protect you…..and should the Gentlemen of your dreams, be greatful enough to part with a few coins……who could be mad? He didn’t recognize the Man, but he looked rich. It had been many years since Terren had been in these lands, so all the faces had changed. He welcomed the opportunity to separate a Rich Man from his gold.

This was turning out to be a fruitful visit ashore. Besides, how could a Man say no to the chance to have a bit of an adventure…accompanied by a rare Beauty..and delivering her into Love’s arms? He exuded pure excitement at the thought of what could be. Hopefully this Fellow would be so happy to receive the Mermaid that he’d pay up. As a bonus he would be helping a lovely Girl. A few selfish good deeds weren’t going to tarnish his reputation as a Swashbuckler after all.

What a kind and wonderful man, the mermaid had found. A friendship forged over the tale of a mermaid that loved a prince, and wanted to have her happy ever after. She had what she thought was the key to his heart; the sweet locket that she found in the ship wreck, and though she didn’t know his first name, she knew he was a Prince. For there was an inscription on the back of the locket, that said HRH Prince D of Casterly. She offered the trinket to the Captain for him to have a look at, if it did help her on her quest. His face became radiant and he practically bounced with enthusiasm, that left her giggling like he was her new bestie. A man that understands a mermaid, and willing to help her find her true love. When he bowed, and acted such like a grand knight of the realm, she didn’t know where to look, for she was not royal, and not at all used to being bowed too.

Perhaps some traders might see her as a lost little Princess, stolen from the pages of the fairy tale books of the brothers Grimm. She quickly checked to see if anyone was pointing, or whispering at the sight of the pair, but most seemed to be more interested in their trade. Returning her gaze to the Captain, she could not believe the Captain could be so so kind, and yet be a rough and ready like Pirate. He truly was a man of the sea, and protected those that sailed or swam in it.

“How can I ever thank you, this is a dream come true.” Question was, would he know the name on the locket and be able to work out the direction on which to travel to reach the House of Casterly?

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If I know the Scalawag……and Boy do I…the first place to look is the Tavern…

*Though he and the other knight were not the BEST of friends or allies, and competition broke out between the two in friendly banter and duels, he knew all too well of the love the man held for his human wife. Arthur lifted his sight, and from his corner in the shadows, he watched Sir Ahory walk towards the outer wooden railing of the training ground’s arena. The look upon his face was far from recognizeable as all the once obvious joy and love of life was gone. Arthur patted his hand on the boy’s head, and spoke.* “Thank you Lad, now run along. My squire within my tent shall pay you for you service.”

*Sir Arthur watched, then, as the king made his way down, and standing in the shadows, Arthur was unseen but preferred it to be as much. He watched as the royaly dressed and garbed man came to the recently returned knight, and embraced him. Everyone knew of the long standing friendship between the two men, and it brought Arthur a bit joy to watch as his brother in arms had received such a warming welcome back.*

*That’s when the voice rang from behind him. It’s soft, silky sound flooded into his ears and made it’s way directly to his heart, wrapping it in it’s warm and tingly embrace. A soft, genuine smile formed over his lips as he turned to take view of the being whom had spoken. Once he had, it was as though he was hammered by a fist of absolute beauty. This was how he felt each and every time he saw her for the first time of the day, heard her voice after a well night’s rest. All he wanted to do was wrap her within his arms and bring his lips to hers in a never ending fountain of embrace. He hated that her husband had cracked down so heavily on her, and down right hated the fact that she had a husband to begin with.*

*He bowed his head softly, keeping his watermelon Green eyes on hers as he did so.* “You honor me with your words and presence, M’Lady. As always, you have taken me by surprise at the level of beauty you seem to embrace upon skin and increase of level within every passing rise of the moon.” *He rose his head again, but halted any urges to advance upon her.* “If not for you, I’d be far from where I am now, and thus to hear you break word of skill with such good tidings, it fills heart with gratitude.”

The King found joy in seeing his Knight show some humor, and patted his arm again before saying warmly. “It’s indeed good to have you back.” Agreeing with Calypso that she hoped he won, in his event, and gestured towards the royal box, that was on the far side of the arena pit. “Feel free to join with me later, and we shall enjoy the festivity together, so you can report all back to my darling wife. The King Harry slapped his hands together, and twirled around, leaving Calypso and the Knight standing together just near the timber barricades.

Sir Wayne noticed the young angelic creature still standing close by, and he gave her a side ways glance, as she was not quick to follow after the King. He even took a look behind him, if she was waiting for someone else to address. The woman remained silent, dressed head to toe in white, and with the hood covering her winter white tresses. There was something about her, that didn’t seem quite as angelic as she appeared. Sir Wayne knitted his brow, then went back to take in the events going on out in the main arena, and then spotted across the way the tent of Sir Arthur Redmoore. He was rubbing the top of some small child’s head, possibly a messenger, as they were a lot cheaper to pay and quite speedy on their feet. Though Sir Wayne and Sir Arthur were not exactly the best of friends, they had fought before, and there was a mutual respect between the two men. His expression didn’t change, and then he noticed Lady Dana come up behind Sir Arhur, and the two appeared locked in a delicate discussion.

“I see that nothing has changed here..” his thoughts being said out loud, and he started to head off towards his tent, so he could have the right armour and weapons chosen for his turn in the ring.

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Ascending the stairs to the royal box, many of the courts Lords and Ladies rose from their seats and benches, and bowed as the King passed them, to find his throne beneath a colorful canopy, that was the colors of the House of Casterly, and carried its standard. To all the commoners, knaves, traders and Knights, he waved his hand regally, then sat down in the large ornate throne. Disappointed the seat beside him on either side were empty, he let out a sigh, as a maiden brought him a chalice of wine. He took up the golden goblet, and sipped the sweet wine, which he rolled around in his mouth before swallowing.

He knew Calypso would be joining him shortly, but she seemed to have had some interest in Sir Wayne Ahorld. Placing down the goblet on the tray again, which was held by a sweet blonde haired maiden, he eased back in his throne, and drummed his fingers upon the velvet arm rests. Many eyes were upon him, and for once he felt rather forlorn, without his son and daughter there to keep him company. Sure, Jimeon would probably come back from the ale tent, smelling like a brewery, but least that was someone, other than the Lord Chamberlain and others that prattled on for hours about household gossip, the likes of which he did not care for.

“Let us see some good sportsmanship….hmm?” he said out loud, as the yes men nodded and the Ladies of the court giggled behind their fans.

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She watched the knight walk away before she made her way to the royal box. Jimeon had disappeared to god knows where, but an even younger servant practically tore over his own feet to beat her to the stairs. He carried a chair, which she gently placed her hand on. “Who, may I ask, is this for?” One of her eyebrows rose as she spoke, and gently helped him lower the chair to the ground. ”It’s for you, ma’am. Some other servants got word that you were going to be watching and we thought you might like a chair.” She would have liked to show him just how much she’d like a chair by smashing it on his back, but considering the king was just up the stairs they stood at the foot of, she simply smiled and nodded, allowing him to once again pick it up.

The Training Grounds, Royal Box (Arena)

The servant set the chair down and waited for her to be seated before turning to leave. “Stop.” The word was soft and she held out her hand to take his, which he allowed her to. She kissed it and held it to her chest, the movement lingering. “Thank you, and the others, for your considerate actions.” She smiled and he practically swooned his way down the stairs.

Sometimes, she believed men acted like she was seductive or arousing because they just wanted her in their bed to have a woman in their bed. Others, she knew that she had struck the right nerve. It was an easy game to play, and she loved playing. Of course, no matter if they fell for it or not, they never got anything, and that was just about the finest part.

Castle Garden
*Once there, she sat on a bench that was surrounded and enclosed by the tallest rose bushes Arthur had seen in his life, which was pretty damned long as is. Hand made streams of water ran through tiny river beds that seemed to wind through the stalks of the bushes and plants like a river through a dense wood. It was a sight to behold, and one that set the mood all too well. Hearing her next set of words, Arthur smiled, sitting beside her and taking one of her hands within his.*

“That’s why I’m planning a divorce with Axel, so I can be with you.” *These words, however, brought him great pause. As he knew all too well the punishment of a Lady divorcing her Lord husband. It was not something a Lady did, and thus, she’d be ridiculed all her life. Even after they’d married, even the fear of losing life to the blade of Sir Arthur Redmoore would hardly calm people’s rapid tongues. It brought him worry, unmeasurable in amount.*

“My love, though-” *He had begun to speak just as her lips pressed against his. His eyes closed, and his hand found the back of her neck, holding her lips against his longer than she had intended. The softness of her lips against his, it was a drug that he always longed for. An addiction he refused to rid himself of and would do anything to get to. When the kiss was broken, he sighed, and placed his forehead against hers.* “Though your words bring joy on levels unknowable, I cannot allow you to condemn yourself to such things, my Love. You are a Lady, to divorce your husband will disgrace your name” *He pulled his head away from hers, and gripped her hands tightly.* “I love you, but I will not allow you to make such a sacrifice.”

Striding back to his tent at the other end of the field, his servant Thomas was waving for his Lord’s attention. “M’lord, we have all your weapons sharper than that of any noble, and I paid a pretty penny too.” It was true, lining up against the tent, an array of swords and battle axes to chose from and all had been sharpened to perfection. But Sir Wayne shook his head, and said. “I will use my most trusted, but I thank you for getting all the others sharpened.” Thomas’s face fell slightly, but then he realized that Sir Wayne would have reason for wishing to use his traditional long sword. The reason was it was a gift from his beloved, who had gone to great lengths to procure it for him. It was a wedding gift, and he hoped that the day that he died, it would be wielding this sword.

Godfrey stopped stirring the stew, as the trumpets sounded for the next competitor, and he quickly dropped the ladle and ran to pick up the flag of Ahorld. “Ready, M’lord?” He asked expectantly, his fingers clenched tight around the flag pole, the standard flying high in the air. Thomas handed Sir Wayne his helm, and together the trio made their way down to the arena proper, where the loser of the last fight, was being carted off on a stretcher, by two large servants. He was moaning loudly and then spotted Sir Wayne approaching and gave a weak thumbs up before passing out cold. Reaching the gate, Thomas looked at the flag that was flying for the challenger. “It’s Sir Reed!” Godfrey drove the flag of Arhold into the keep that showed that Sir Wayne would be the challenger, as Sir Reed was already ripping off his cloak and handing it to a young squire. He was over seven feet talk, with enormous black wings, and dark skinned, probably from the eastern country side. He was using a battle axe as his weapon of choice this day, and was masterly swinging it, much to the delight of the crowd.

Sir Wayne simply unclipped his cloak, and slung it on the rails, as his two servants both nodded to him that it was time to show all, why he was renowned in his province of Vaas Plains. The Herald caught sight of the flag of Ahorld being posted in, and raised his arms to silence the crowd, and up in the royal box, King Henry was now beaming, to see his dearest friend about to enter the arena.

“My King….Lords…Ladies….WELCOME…and to all of you, you are here blessed to bear witness to the return of a Knight, who needs no introduction, for you have all seen the flag that flies high as our God does show favour this day. I give you…Sir ARHOLD!!” the crowd went wild, as Sir Wayne started to walk out to the middle of the ground, not yet having unsheathed his sword, while Sir Reed was now already flapping his great black wings, and swinging his battle axe. He swooped up and the crowd gasped as the white flag had not been dropped to start the match. Godfrey and Thomas’s jaws dropped at the audacity of Sir Reed, to start before introductions had concluded. The herald tossed his parchment and fled the arena, as Sir Reed flew directly for Sir Wayne, who was standing still, watching him come at him.

“Move….M’LORD…MOVE!” Thomas sang out, as Sir Reed roared loudly, and swung his battle axe up and behind him, ready to decapitate Sir Wayne. But as Sir Reed started to make his approach closer, Sir Wayne reached behind him and the screech of the metal of his blade rang out, with the embossed letters of his dead wife’s name etched into the blade. The blade’s name…”Ambrosia.” with all the strength in him, he swung the sword with his right hand and there was a mighty clang of the two metals as they hit each other. It sent Sir Reed barreling off course and he flew straight into the barricade, smashing his head against the wooden railings, as Sir Wayne spun on his heel to face him, Ambrosia held tightly within the grasp of his hand.

With a shake of his shoulders, the purest of white wings emerged in a full display, as he rose up off the ground, a fierce look of determination in his eyes, as Thomas and Godfrey were cheering wildly, holding on to each other and jumping up and down.

Sir Reed ripped off his helm and tossed it away, since it had a huge dent in the side of it. Blood was running down the corner of his mouth and he snarled as he flapped his black wings, showing the darkness of what he was. Pushing off hard from the ground, he made a second attack run, with Sir Wayne remaining stoic as he held the sword of Ambrosia tight. The two angels flew at each other, weapons raised and again the battle axe struck the sword, with a loud clang, as the two were brought into close proximity. Sir Reed snarled under his breath and then said loud enough for Sir Wayne to hear. “Your wife died a whore.” Fire suddenly filled the eyes of Sir Wayne, and he drew back his head, wearing the helmet and brought his head back to smash it right to Sir Reed’s forehead, before kicking back off him with his boot. This caused Sir Reed to falter, and as his wings started to droop, Sir Wayne seized the moment, and swung his sword in a diagonal, to slash through Sir Reed’s right arm that held the battle axe. The attack held true, slicing open the knight’s wrist, causing him to drop his battle axe upon the ground below. Sir Wayne was getting ready to drive his sword right through the neck of Sir Reed as they reached the ground, when the crowd gasped, and a loud trumpet sounded.

“WINNER….SIR ARHOLD!” The crowd cheered, as it was clear the Sir Wayne had acquired enough points to declare him the winner without ending Sir Reed’s life, though if Sir Wayne had his way, he would have driven the blade right through to the other side. Sir Reed knew he had been beat, and gripping his blooded arm, he bowed low, his wings falling in behind him. His servants ran out to help him with his arm and weapons, as Thomas and Godfrey ran out and raised the left arm of Sir Wayne in victory. <3>

“What a brave man.” The words slipped from her lips quietly and she stood before she could stop herself. That had been one of the most intense fights she had seen in a long time, granted that she hadn’t seen many fights. For a moment, her only thoughts were that Sir Ahorld was indeed very brave, and very strong. And then the thoughts of a sane Astheroshe began to slip in: he was even more dangerous than she had first anticipated. She hurried to sit back down, knowing her movement would be noticed, but hoping the king would elect to ignore it or simply laugh rather than address her about it. She also hoped that Sir Ahorld did not look at her before the next match.

She would need to be exceedingly careful with her plan. Under no circumstances could his majesty be around when she asked her queen for the leave of absence. And she would need to be careful to tell the lady why she needed it. It was simply an information rendezvous, her annual one, as a matter of fact. For the past few years, she had been lucky though – either the royal family had gone on holiday without her long enough for her to be gone without them ever knowing or the queen would be too far into her sickness to notice who was serving her. Of course, now she not only had the problem of having to explain her absence, but she had to be careful about who she explained it to. 

Wiping the vomit off his lips with the back of his hand, Joffrey staggered into his large chambers, and slammed the door behind him, falling back on it as though he had been scared half to death. In all his years of being such an evil, spoilt and devilish brat, never had he come across a woman that talked, smelt and looked like Selene. She purred when she was content, she touched him, she threw herself at him like he was some rock god. She nuzzled, kissed, hugged, squeezed. All those sissy things. Joffrey shuddered,and then as though he now believed in girl’s germs, he ripped off his coat and started stomping on it like he was trying to put out a small fire.

Now, he was wide eyed, and his heart was beating so fast, that he thought he was about to have a heart attack. He even placed his finger to check his pulse and count, to see how fast his heart was beating. It was insane. She was falling in love with him, but…what was wrong with him? Since when did he stutter around a woman? Impossible.

“I’m Prince Joffrey Brax…Heir to the throne of the House of Brax. I’m acting like a fucking fop!” He was ready to tear out his hair, when there was a knock at the door.

“FUCK OFF!” he shouted, almost tearful at his bizarre feelings.
“Joffrey…its Nanny. Open the door, Joffrey.”

Joffrey sulked and with shoulders hunched he wandered over and opened the door. Nanny was standing there beaming and she reached up and tweaked his cheek.

“I saw you and the fair Selene. Such a beautiful girl.” She said, pleased as punch by his behavior in the Throne hall. Jofrey bottom lip was trembling, and Nanny noticed right away, placing her hand on his chest. “What is it? Ooo your heart is pounding.” Joffrey nodded, jutting out his bottom lip, as Nanny found reason to smile.

“You’ve been shot by Cupid’s arrow.”

“What…are you on about, Nanny? I’ve not been shot.”

“Oh yes you have. Joffrey, don’t you see. Sweaty palms, rapid heart beat, watery eyes…”

“Being sick…?”

“Yes..yes. Joffrey…you’re in love.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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Rodrick had been the whole way trying to make the horse go faster, the Queen was just speeding up with her werewolf speed, and if Rodrick could use his vampire speed he would, but this horse needed to go back to the castle. He had already lost one before, he couldn’t lose another, they were very precious for transportation and fights.
When they finally reached the Castle, Rodrick went straight to the stable, so he could place the horse there, and make the poor animal rest. When he jumped off the animal, he told other guy, to give it water and food, since the horse was probably almost dying by being so exhausted. And he was, because on the very moment he saw the water, he just drank it like there was no way tomorrow, like he hadn’t been drinking water for years. But once the guy finished feeding the animal, Rodrick told him to go away, they couldn’t find out the Queen was here, or else thousand of questions would start raining. When he knew that there wasn’t anybody in there, he walked outside from the stable, and looked out at some trees.

“You can come out.”
He was just telling the Queen that she could show up, since there wasn’t really anybody else here, but the both of them. He was still holding her dress on his hand, making sure it wouldn’t touch the dirty ground, nor would fall from the horse while he was riding it. As he waited for the Queen to come out, he stepped closer to the wolf, and stretched out his arm, handing her, her clothes back. 

These words returned Brandon to the outside world, away from his internal argument with his Demonic companion. The Brax King’s cruel eyes flicked over his personal servant, Imogene Moirai. The far corner of his lip curled in amusement upon hearing the female vampire’s words. What would he like? For starters to be having his way with Imogene. Secondly, the complete and utter control over everyone. Domination of all, controlling through fear. This is what he wanted. Instead Brandon had a rebellious wife and a power struggle with three other Kingdoms. Nevertheless, Brandon held his left arm out, palm upwards and made a cupped hand gesture. This was to indicate his personal servant could rise and approach closer to Brandon. “Your opinions on our recent…guest, shall suffice for the time being.” He wanted the truth, and if the Brax King should even considers the thought that Imogene was deceiving him, her unlife would take a drastic turn for the worse. Well his servant could always beg, he would not be merciful, but the punishments would change. Why waste a fine looking female body by mutilating it beyond recognition? It spoils the fun.

Rodrick just keep staring down at the Queen, she still didn’t changed back into her wolf form, and she looked at him like a dog that wanted something.
“I’m not going to give you a treat.”
He told her with a small smirk, as he allowed her to hold her clothing in her mouth. Then he just stepped back from her, and watched her shifting back into her human form, oh how much he was loving seeing her shifting into a wolf form then back to the human one, it was so interesting..for his eyes. Now he just waited for her to dress herself, but she didn’t she dropped the clothes in there, and began to walk away, nude. Into the castle, oh god, if somebody saw her like this..Well, it wouldn’t be his problem anymore since his duty was only bring her back to the castle. Yet, he stayed there and watched her, watched her ass moving as she walked. Till she was out of his sight.
“What are you looking at?” Other warrior asked.

Rodrick just looked back at the guy, and moved his hands around his head, as he spoke.
“Mind blown, dude.”
He was clearly talking about the Queen’s bottom, but of course, the guy didn’t saw a thing, so he really didn’t understood what Rodrick was talking about.
“The hell you talking about? Anyway, care for a drink? We already have chairs out there closer to the tents, we can party.”
The guy spoke about the camp that was placed around the city closer to the castle. It was basically where the Knights, and warriors lived. Rodrick nodded, and simple followed the young fellow to the camp.

Camp

As they got there, he saw already a couple of guys, hanging around, some dancing due being extremely drunk, and others wanting to touch the bonfire, but once they did, they said it hurts them..stupid drunk men. Rodrick, walked up to a free chair, and picked up a beer, as he began to drink it. He stayed outside, drinking for awhile, till he decided to go into his own tent, and lay there, thinking about the whole day, as he drank his beer.

Leaving his chambers, he was walking up the hall, when he spotted a figure up ahead, well the first thing he saw was a bare bottom, and he made a low wolf whistle sound, only to then want to gag, when he realized the naked beauty was none other than his own mother. “I am having the worst luck today. Eww.” Singing out, and probably being heard by much of the staff, Joffrey called, “No one sent me the scroll saying we turned the kingdom into a nudist colony, Mother.” He started to run to catch up with her, as he needed to ask her about Selene, but the closer he got, the more disgusted he was. What was with this woman? What if the King saw her? Maybe he had.

“Mother…you could have at least put a hat on.”

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And Mother was in one of her moods. Yes, strutting about the castle, screaming obscenities at the King, and running around in the raw. Suddenly it did feel like home once more, the light of Selene was well out of sight, and Joffrey could return to being the sniveling brat he was. He hated his mother, just about as much as she hated everyone else, but in her rage and cutting remarks, he saw an opportunity to gain a few points on the board for Team Brax.

“I hope you’re not thinking about trying incest. Because I will hang up by your cock”

“No Mother, my cock withers at the sight of you, so you can put those feelings to bed….but enough about you and the weather. Princess Selene is here, not sure if you bowled her over in the garden, but she is. AND since you were the one so keen that I wed the girl, she has asked to go shopping.”

This was when he gripped the bridge of his nose, trying to not stare at his mother’s ample bosom. “I heard menopause strikes at your age, so my condolences.” Meaning that her bad temper and need to strip came from being…well old.

She was still on a rant, about how he should be honored to come out of her glorious body, and he snorted, at her egotistical remark.

“Yes, from the back I was sure I could see your flaps hanging down like awnings, but enough about loose lips, Mother. Selene needs clothes, and ..so do you.” He waved and called out as he continued on his march down the hall. “After breakfast…first thing…Selene…shopping..there’s a good Queenie.”

<3>

*Leon lifted his shield either way and batted the daggers far off to the side, opposite of the bladed end of the spear he had just broken. He was no fool, however, and was anticipating that she’d go for the possible weapon, and grinned to himself the moment he saw her do exactly that. Being a demon who’s creator was combat, well, it aided in his ability to fight off really any threat, and this one was all too easy.*

*As he batted away the daggers he had already been moving as quick as possible toward the bladed spear end. Thanks to his greatly enhanced speed, this took no effort at all. Reaching the blade just as she would bend to pick it up(interrupt), he stomped his foot on it and placed the point of his sword at the crater of her collar bone, right above her heart. If she were to move in any direction, the blade would be in prime position to pierce her skin and most likely her heart with little to no effort at all. Thanks to Leon’s incredible speed and strength, it was likely this woman would fall to his blade if she did move.*

“What ever do you mean? I simply wish to announce my attractions to a beautiful woman, and apparently a talented fighter.” *His rather fun tone became deathly ill and cold, no emotion within it as he spoke his next words.* “A fighter who, if seasoned as I believe her to be, understands that this fight is over, with my move proving victor. Don’t be stupid, surrender your weapons and perhaps we can talk, I have interest in sharing words that I believe you’d like to bear witness to.”

Joffrey had a win. His mother, though she loathed him for his sadistic and sarcastic ways, was after all, her true son, and this whole idea of a shopping trip, though nauseating, at least got her out of the castle grounds. However she was in no mood to go get dressed or return to her human like form. Joffrey withdrew an apple from his pocket, watching his mother transform into the wolf right before his eyes.

“You know you might scare the living daylights out of her….or she might be allergic to dog hair.”

Course, his mother wasn’t paying attention to him, and padded out to go find Selene in the gardens, as asked. Joffrey shrugged, and then happily made his way along, left to his own wicked thoughts and devices, when all of a sudden, there came a blood curdling high pitch scream….from the garden.

“Why….why am I always right about these things?” he said, ready to bash his forehead against the stone brick wall beside him. “If Mother tried to sniff her arse, I know I would scream too if I was her.” The sound of the Princess’s shoes as she ran up and inside the castle gave Joffrey enough time to toss the apple out the nearest window, but he did get a shock at how fast she could run, as she practically barreled into him and drove her tear streaked face into his chest. “Oh for fucks sake.” Joffrey thought to himself, knowing full well, it was probably his Mother that caused this.

“There is a large wolf outside the castle! Oh your grace, please save me!”

“Err…my sweet, that..large wolf was my Mother.”

The angel was practically clawing at him, as she held him so tight, he was actually having trouble breathing. He looked down at her oddly, as she cried; “I was so afraid it would kill me!”

“No…no no. She’s harmless really, all bark not bite. Worst thing my Mother could do is slobber on your pretty shoes. Oh, I am so sorry.” Yes, he was sorry, sorry that his mother didn’t have the courtesy of at least trying to look human when she introduced herself. He let out a sigh and then patted the back of her head, saying sadly. “There there. Look, to make it up to you, I will take you shopping. Just..please stop crying.” It was giving him a headache.

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Rodrick remained awhile inside his tent, he was just letting thoughts rush around his mind, and when the thought of the Queen being naked come, he couldn’t help but to chuckle. Sadly, it was on that moment, he poured some beer over his shirt.
“Ugh, great. I need to clean this.”
It wasn’t only his shirt that was dirty, he still had some blood on his neck, from drinking the other man blood, so washing himself would be good as well. Sitting up, Rodrick removed his shirt, leaving him shirtless, and with a necklace hanging around his neck. He picked up some clean towel and a soap. After that, he just dropped the towel over his shoulder, and held his shirt on his left hand, as the soap would be on the right hand. Now that he was done, he left his tent, and stared around, it was less people than before, since mostly were already drunk and they quickly passed out. Oh well, it wasn’t his business anyway.
He headed to the lake. Once he got there, he dropped the all stuff on the ground, and got on his knees. His hands would go into the water, as they brought up water to his chest, and naked, cleaning himself. After cleaning his chest and neck, he began to clean his shirt, using the soap as well. He first wanted to clean his shirt, then he would wash his full body. It wouldn’t take him more than six minutes to wash his shirt. Then he stood up, and grabbed his belt, he was right about to remove his pants, when he spotted out some wolf out there. Oh great, now he was going to be followed by wolves? But then he noticed that it was the Queen and not a common wolf, he felt way more safe and curious at the same time.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked, perking up an eyebrow, as he stared at her.

Rodrick perked up an eyebrow when she shifted back into her human form, being naked again, he was clearly starting to enjoy more werewolves than he thought. So she was here to thank him? Well, he never thought the Queen could be so kind. Since he never had enough time to get to know more of her, he clearly didn’t knew how her personality were, but he knew how her husband’s personality was, so he thought she could be the same, but she proved him wrong, only showing him that she’s a better person than most think.
“Well then. You welcome, I simple done my work.”
He replayed as his view went down to his shirt, towel and soap, he was about to pick them up, so he could wash himself, but before he picked up a single thing, she said something that made his curiosity grow. He began to wonder where was this leading, but either way, he was enjoying this. He stared down at her, since she was way shorter than him, and then he felt her nose against his body, she was so close, and naked, he was half naked, but the situation didn’t stopped being uncomfortable, in a good way. Then the heat started building up inside his body, as he felt her body brushing against his, and he saw lust all over written on her face, the just felt like rushing his hands against her body, and touch her all over. But then with a strong push from her, he end up falling down on the ground, and lay on his back, as he stared up at her.
“Harsh..Now I’m going to be your sex slave, or what?”
He mumbled, staring up at her with a smirk. Even if this could turn out a better day, she was right in something, he couldn’t touch her, she was the Queen, married, and he was just a simple Knight, and his duty was protect the royals, but wasn’t it please them as well? Do whatever they wanted? Well, that’s what Rodrick was going to do now. He was going please the Queen.

Rodrick had to take a deep breathe, when she shifted her body weight over his lower lip, and grinned her waist against his. Of course having a woman touching him this way wasn’t anything special for him, but for some odd reason, it was like giving him more pleasure with Rose, he didn’t knew why, but it was feeling better. Maybe because he knew she was basically a forbidden fruit, that he couldn’t eat? Rodrick grinned when she commented about the sex slave thing, who knew the Queen could be silly. She wasn’t really a good girl, she was more the bad and silly one, something that quickly caught Rodrick’s attention.
Now she was only inches away from his lip, and he was already preparing himself to kiss her, and when he thought she would do the same, she just kissed his jawline instead, and used her teeth to tug on his skin, starting to growling, her inner animal was taking control of the situation, and Rodrick knew that, he could see it by her eye color change. She was demanding, and Rodrick was doing what she wanted, but for her he was being slow, so she used her claws to rip off his last clothing.
“Great..now I have to buy new pants..”
He complained a bit with a roll of his eyes, but his complaining wouldn’t last forever, when he felt himself finally inside her, oh god, he couldn’t really believe this was happening, he could have any women he wanted, the all ladies he had in this kingdom could prove it, but he never thought one of the women he would touch would be the Queen. A royal body, an amazing body. His fangs was already out, that would just say how much he was enjoying this, and the more her movements increased, the more she moaned, the more he felt the need to touch her body. Watching her breasts bouncing, he was moving his hands to touch her, but she just keep on slapping his hands, every time he tried to touch her, she would either slap his hands, or pin him down, or just push his hands away. Ugh, she was leaving him on the edge of desire.
Rodrick couldn’t stand the idea on being unable to touch her, so of course, he reached his limit. He pinned her down on the ground, against her back, as he quickly got on top of her, and shoved himself back inside her, there was no way he was going let her be the only trying to control this. His rough hands was already on her breasts, groping, and exploring more her body with his touch. His lips was down on her neck, like he was about to bite her, but he knew he couldn’t do such thing, so he quickly made his fangs turn back into normal sized teeth. He just brushed his lips against the skin of her neck, giving rough kisses, then going up to her chin, wanting to meet up with her lips.

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Rose’s hair bounced her face as she rode him like a stallion. Her hands were on his chest as she began to move her hips in a circular motion. She felt his hands squeeze her butt as he pinned her down on the ground and started to thrust her more. Rose widen her legs enjoying his girth and length inside her body. Her head smeared against her face when she felt his lips trace all over her skin. When he traced his fangs along her neck she moaned out louder as he increased his dept and speed. Rose looked at him when he was only inches away from kissing the queen.

Rose felt kissing was way too personal than fucking. Rose smeared her hand in his face blocking him from kissing her. Her strength made him push off her body and lay back on the ground as she smacked her pelvis against his, making loud smacking noises. Rose had barely any fat on her body, but yet he made her thighs and body shake as he thrust up towards her.
“Uhhh awuhhh ahhh awuuu awh awhhh awh ughhhh ehghhhhh!” those were the foreign sounds that escaped her lips as she slowed her body down before she would climax too soon. Rose looked down at the knight smiling a devilish grin.
“You kiss my lips, I shall have your head..” she said.
Rose felt his hands remove her bottom she chuckled before placing on of his hands on her breasts and the other on her butt.
“You can kiss anywhere else but my lips.” she told him. Her body moved like a whore, as she began to move her body weight up and down. 

Joffrey’s mother, as the wolf gave her son THAT look, of the fact she was done playing nice, and her temper exhausted, she simply padded away, leaving the couple on their own. Joffrey was in a real pickle. For one, his mother would not be taking Selene shopping, which meant that it was now up to him to accompany her. Joffrey gave his mother a parting look of “Thanks a fucking lot!” as she trotted away, but then the weak sounds of his betrothed, brought his attention back down to Selene, who was horrified that the wolf was in fact his Mother.

“Your grace, forgive me!”

“Does this mean I get to paddle you?….No…err, scratch that.” The dark side of him crept to the fore, only to be beaten back when Selene went into emotional meltdown, fearing she had put on such a display that it would only make her look bad before the House of Brax. Well, it didn’t look good, in fact it was down right annoying, but she started to act subservient, again and Joffrey got this odd flutter in the shriveled up thing that he would know as a heart.

“Oh you must find me to be absolutely ridiculous…putting on display like that. How could I assume your mother wanted me dead? You must think me a fool.”

“No…no, if there is anyone she wants dead, then it would be the Ki…” Joffrey managed to catch himself in time, and save himself from a massive case of foot in mouth. She really didn’t need to know that much about the Brax family, and Joffrey tried to turn it into something more comical to bring a smile to her face. “You want to know ridiculous? Try my Mother parading just before down the hall starkers. THAT’S ridiculous. Ahahaha. Don’t you think? And its not even the season.”

His words to reassure her were harder for him to say than admitting the truth of the situation, but he was digging himself further and further into a hole, that he was now struggling to climb out of. Here he was, the Prince of Brax, comforting the Princess. Hells Bells, if the King saw this, he would have his head. Swallowing hard, he then realized that there was no one else to palm her off onto to take her shopping, and he had given his word he would. So when she said she would go on her own, he found himself becoming the perfect host.

She had more or less tried to dismiss herself, and as he watched her turn to walk away, he threw his head back and squinted his eyes tight, as he cried out.

“Selene…wait.”

He took fast steps to reach her and jumped in front of her to stop her. His eyes were changing, and the look on his face, for one so dark, was….not as devilish. There was genuine concern, or so it seemed. The war within was being lost, much to the demon’s anger, the host was falling further…slipping. He placed a finger under her chin to look up at him and he said firmly.

“I am taking you shopping, and not another word. Do you understand? No more tears, no more…thinking you are not at all exciting. You are my future wife and Queen of Brax.” And then, he bent forward and kissed her lips softly, to put a seal on the deal, while behind his back he was crossing his fingers, hoping this was like making a pact.

Whatever would she think now?

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Rodrick keep on thrusting harder and deeper into her, he was clearly desperate on wanting to kiss her lips, he didn’t knew why, but he wanted, maybe because she wasn’t allowing him. He always wanted something even more when people didn’t gave it to him. He shut his eyes when she shoved his hand against his face, blocking him from kissing her, he didn’t understood why, now kissing was something forbidden? Really? After all they was having sex, touching each others bodies, but not being able to kiss her lips? She was clearly those people who found kissing more personal than sex, fine, if she wanted to be that way, he would let it happen, till one day, he would have a kiss from her, he didn’t knew when, but that would happen. Its turning into questions of pride as well.
The game turned around again, this time Robert wasn’t anymore on top of her, she pinned him back down again, and he stared up at her, watching her smacking herself against him again, he wouldn’t let the poor woman do the whole work alone, so he began to move his hips as well, making the thrusts got more faster and deeper than before, but it seems the moves soon started to slow down, he clearly felt her having her climax, which for him was actually way too soon, he wasn’t still done with her, and he hoped she wouldn’t make him stop.
“So only your lips are the forbidden fruit?”
He asked her with a smile, as he was slowly removing his hands from her body, but then she placed his hands back on her, this would only tell him that she wasn’t going to stop this either, good, he still wanted to have his climax before finish this, or else he wouldn’t be satisfied enough. He gripped tightly onto her skin, as he sat up, and left her staying on his lap. She said he could kiss anywhere else but her lips, well then, he would do that. He dragged his lips down from her jawline, and once they finally meet up with her breasts, he done more than kissing it, he sucked, nibbled, bit it, massaged it, using his own lips, teeth and hands, the bites he left on her body wasn’t enough to pierce her skin, so the marks would disappear within minutes. Rodrick’s hips movements was going faster and roughly each second it passed, this would mean his climax was about to come.

Rodrick shut his eyes tightly and groaned out when she bite him, it was clearly a huge bite, because he could feel the blood sliding down on his shoulder, and when he took a look at her, he saw blood on her mouth as well. Of course she liked to bite as well, she was a werewolf, they liked to leave marks on whatever they touched. Soon their fun would stop, when he reached his climax and she reached her second one. He was glad that at least he felt satisfied enough with this. He allowed himself to fall back on the ground, as his breathe was kind of heavy, and he was kind of sweaty, from the all heat and action that had just happen here.
She had a trashy mouth, he liked her dirty talk, it made him chuckle, because it was actually funny for him. He still remained abit over the ground, then pushed himself up, just for sit down, he watched her stumbling here and there, since he left her body sore, that’s all he could leave for her, making her body sore, and tomorrow when she woke up it would be even more worse, especially for some women who hasn’t had a man in years, he knew she had been without sex for years, he could tell that by how tight she was, and a woman who had children wasn’t like that, so it has been years since her body got touched again. Such a shame the King Brax isn’t enjoying the beautiful body his wife has, if he was on the King’s place, it would mostly like be every single day, or every week. Its like her touch was addicting.

“It will be my pleasure showing up in your chambers, my queen.”
He told her with a smirk, as he pushed himself up from the ground, this time, he just walked inside the water, letting the cold water touch his skin.

Joffrey had all his life been self-centered, bratish, promiscuous, loud and above all selfish when it came to his needs and wants. His sly and underhanded tactics, to steal away the maids and ladies of the court to his quarters was something he was rather proud of. He got a lot of his stealth from his mother, naturally, being she was after all a wolf. His hardened heart, and vile disposition acquired from his father by gene pool, but…there was an untapped side to our Demon Prince, that was now finally coming to light, and he hated it. What the devil was it about this girl that had him bewitched, and behaving like the perfect gentleman? He was at a loss to even try to explain this to himself, and his actions were now bordering on…being hospitable…and worst of all, loving.

As their lips met in the hall, what started as a peck from him turned into so much more from her. She went up on tip toes, and with her fingers running through his hair, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. His eyelids twitched, and they then slowly closed, as he brought his arms around her, and held her in place. No more of the patting, he was actually pulling her closer to him, but in a gentle fashion. His head turned so he started to kiss her repeatedly, but his tongue did not start a search like that of a snake into the warmth of her mouth. No, this was not lust as such…it was something entirely different.

As the kiss was broken, he looked at her with a new found curiosity. He just kissed an angel, and…he liked it. As Selene placed her fingers to her own lips, that must have still been tingling from the kiss, Joffrey was lost for words, just standing there, staring at her. She started to speak, and her voice was so soft, delicate. Joffey was sinking, deeper and deeper into the sea of love.

“Is there something you would like to do first? Perhaps you would like to retire to your room for some alone time? I know you have been forced to spend an awful long time with me…”

“I…I..could you give me an hour. I need to uhm…yes, do you mind. I promise I will be right back. Just…yes, I will meet you at your chambers in an hour. Something I need to do.”

He offered a bright smile, then caressed her cheek, before walking towards his chambers which he entered, with one last look back at her, and then disappeared inside.

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The roar of the crowd as all rose to their feet at the tournament bout, that saw Sir Ahorld fight with the courage that he had been renowned for. King Henry followed everyone else, in giving Sir Ahorld a standing ovation, clapping enthusiastically, and then noting that the Queen’s servant; Calypso had also gotten to her feet, clearly in awe of Sir Ahorld’s courage.

“He is quite the man, is he not, Calpyso?” King Henry asked of her with a laugh, seeing her act out this way, when for so long she was so demure and held her tongue. This actually pleased the King and with all around him clearly enjoying themselves, he completely relaxed and slapped his thigh. “Marvelous….its so good to have him back serving the House of Casterly. What more could a King want, then his most trusted returned. The only thing that would make this better is if my darling wife was by my side to bear witness.” He leaned over to Calpyso and said with a bright smile. “Be sure to put that in your report. Blow by blow….Aha…what great sports she has missed this day.”

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As Sir Ahorld was being welcomed back just outside the gates of the arena pit area, by other knights and lords that were congratulating him on his win against Sir Reed, Sir Wayne glanced back up at the Royal box, where the King was on his feet cheering, then speaking to the Queen’s personal servant, whom he had seen earlier. She had gotten on her feet as well, and applauded, much to his surprise, but then again, all the people of the tournament were after such a skillful display. Sir Donalds, an elf from a neighboring realm who had come to showcase his skill as a bowman, and a long time friend of Sir Wayne approached him from behind, as Sir Wayne was looking back up at Calypso. Her actions had him curious, and so it was hard to get his attention at first.

“Congratulations, my good friend. Such a long time since I have seen you here beating the stuffing out of Sir Reed. He deserves nothing less than a good arse kicking..”

Sir Wayne finally turned to see his old friend, and he offered him a half smile, before bringing him into an embrace of friendship.

“Reggie…my old friend. If I had my way, my sword would still be in his neck, but this is sport after all.” The two then both turned their attention up to the royal box and Sir Donalds asked. “Who is the one with the King? She doesn’t look like Queen Metia.” Sir Wayne said with a straight face, being that he was hard to read at times.

“Her name is Calypso…I think. Taking the Queen’s seat for I think she is ill…or something.”

“Ahh…pretty, isn’t she?”

“Aye…I guess she is.”

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Calypso laughed, shaking her head and looking down with the timid smile. “No, I do believe that would upset the people. They would not like to see a mere servant take upon herself the duty of their queen.” She looked back to him, the smile becoming a soft, almost friendly one. “But I do appreciate the offer, sire.”

Underneath her friendly projection, she wanted to strangle him. She wanted to strangle him, but she also wanted to run and hide until Sir Ahorld disappeared. To touch the man would surely be her downfall, even if it was a simple brush in passing. And, she could not allow herself any sort of show of favoritism from anyone but the Queen – it would make her seem too close to the Casterlies.

“It seems to me that there aren’t any other challengers looking to make their way to a stand.”[

*He stood from his seat, and held his eyes on hers, removing his hand from her cheek and instead grasping her hand within it. He brought the back of her palm to his lips as he bowed, kissing it gently, then allowed it to fall.* “I shall be with you soon, my dearest Dana. You are welcome to watch me triumph in today’s tourney.” *He turned his back to her then, and headed on his way, leaving the gardens, and his most beloved Dana behind him, at least until after he won his next fight.*

Training Ground Arena

*Sir Arthur had come across a servant of his from his tent, the lad was seemingly out of breath as he approached and walked beside the Knight. Not wanting to delay his return to the Arena, Arthur could not halt in his endeavor, though he did acknowledge the boy.* “What is it child? I am already late.” *His demeanor was cold, focused, though his tone was gentle and soft, reassuring the boy.* “Sire, Sir Wayne has won his match and the others have already begun and finished their battles. Those who were to fight you declined, and withdrew from the tourney. It is time to determine the champion.” *Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed as he steadily and hastily turned the corner into the Training area.* “I am aware of this, child. return to my tent, ready the feast for my victory.” *He smiled and placed a strong hand on the boy’s shoulder, patting it a few times before he ran off in the other direction.*

*He made it to the clearing behind the crowds surrounding the arena. Spreading his black wings wide, he flapped once and launched quickly into the air, his hair flying rapidly behind him and his eyes closed to the feeling of the wind against his face. It had been a while since he last flew and he missed it so much. Before he became a knight, it was the only mode of travel he knew, thus his wings became very strong and powerful, much more so than other angels since he was among the very few who did not hide exactly what he was.*

*He soared nearly one hundred feet above the crowd and when he was ready, drew his blades, swooping down toward the ground of the arena, folding his wings in as to allow his body to free fall. As he fell, he picked up more and more speed. Now about ten feet from the ground of the arena, the crowd noticed him and began to whoop and hollar. Oh how he loved that sound. Unfolding his wings quickly, he angled them to lift him in time for his body to just barely touch the ground. He rose up high, flipping so that his back was to the crowd on the ground, headed for the Royal Box. He then flapped his wings once and he entered a powerful and speedy spiral, his wings folded in to aid in the motion. Just before he hit the box, he spread his wings and came to an immediate halt before the King and this apparent…well respected Servant. His swords were held loosely at his sides and his head bowed to his King.* “Your Majesty, it is an honor to have your eyes upon me this day as I show the skills I use to defend the honor and name of you, your wife the Queen, and myself. I speak for myself, and I’m sure Sir Wayne would agree, when I say, your presence will only cause us to fight fiercer, truly granting you a great feat of skill and sight to behold.” *Bringing his right hand to his chest in a heavy pound, ensuring his mejestically designed blade was held straight with the point in the air, and bowed his head once more.*

*Flapping his wings again, he arched his back backwards so that he’d flip in the air and land in the Arena beside the announcer as he spoke.* “Sir Arthur, versus Sir Wayne! The two greatest of us shall fight now!”

Within the tent of Sir Wayne, you would see the knight standing before a small table, that had upon it a picture of the fair Ambrosia, surrounded by flowers and a simple necklace of silver, that held a silver eagle as the pendant. Thomas stood quietly at the tent flap, and said in a soft voice, not wishing to break the Knight from his thoughts.

“We know what she meant to you, Sir Wayne, and…well, me and Godfrey felt that you should spend some time with…her, before the tournament is over.” Thomas shrugged his shoulders and fiddled with his fingers, hoping that Sir Wayne would not be upset for setting up a small shrine within the tent. Sir Wayne reached out and ran his finger down the image of his beautiful wife, and then saw the necklet that was resting upon the flowers. “How did you get this?” he asked, picking it up and holding it just out so it would spin and capture the light. Thomas coughed and then replied. “She gave it to me, Sir…when she knew that she was dying, and that believed you would need it someday. Today is that day, M’lord.” Sir Wayne closed his fingers around the necklet and nodded without further word, before then placing it around his neck, and tucking it into his tunic. As Sir Wayne turned to head out of the tent, Thomas said to him, in aid to bring some comfort. “Those that have lived and shared their lives with us, their hearts, never truly die. For their spirit remains with us…always.” Sir Wayne patted Thomas’s shoulder, then headed out into the daylight, where the trumpets now sounded for the next duel. The herald shouted loudly the proclamation;

“Sir Arthur, versus Sir Wayne! The two greatest of us shall fight now!”

Thomas and Godfrey quickly started to gather up weapons, and the flag of Ahorld, and started to make their way to the arena, where the black wings of Sir Anthony could be seen, as he soared and flew in a dazzling display that had the crowd on their feet. Sir Wayne started his march for the arena, chosing not to open his wings yet….no…that could wait.

The other knights and squires, that had been resting in between the bouts, heard the call of the heralds, and realized it was to be a face off of the two Knights, that were the best the King had in his service. The crowd now was in a frenzy of stomping their feet in earnest for this was to be the match that many would speak of for many a day and night to come. Even those that were enjoying ale in the tavern marquis were now racing out to get a good vantage point on which to watch the spectacle. Children with small flags got right down the front, as the flag was posted hard into the ground by Godfrey, to show that Sir Wayne had come forward to accept the challenge. He had already removed his cape, and his sword “Ambrosia” was slashed to his back, and he reached around and withdrew it, as the light broke through the clouds, and illuminated in gold lettering the name of his wife. Sir Wayne shook his shoulders, and then the magnificence of his white wings, unfolded into the full. Powerful and majestic, he looked every part the Knight of Casterly, with his helm upon his head. The eagle embossed into the metal. He held up his sword, straight before him, tip pointing straight up before his face, and then swung it outwardly in a diagonal slash, so you could hear the sweet sing of the blade as it whistled through the air. With his feet spaced shoulder width apart, his right foot back slightly, he held his sword at the ready, both hands clasping the handle – left at the top, right at the bottom, the hands just touching, the blade tipped to 1 oclock. Sir Wayne stood fast, as he awaited his challenger, as the trumpet sounded for the match to start.

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