"Miss the meeting...why not push it back for later?" he said with a smile that someone could easily call mischievous.
Steffan reached an arm under Irenas's legs and another under her shoulders before rising her from the floor she was standing. Adorned in his studded leather jerkin and holding his wife he must have looked a sight and her in all. "Shall we retreat to our Chambers my beloved?"
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"I have to agree...for I am not myself either." He said lovingly as he raised her chin with his fingers in order to gaze into her eyes "Just how can I place a few petty meetings with troublesome Lords over my beloved Irena?" he said, and then a new rain of kissing and heavy petting showered Irena.
Steffan didn't give any answer. He just allowed his actions to speak for him. His lips opened and his tongue reached for hers. The hand that had been at her waist was still there while his other hand reached to run through the golden hair she wore so well.
"God...I must seem so desperate to woo you my Queen." he said with a playful chuckle after seperating.
"God...I must seem so desperate to woo you my Queen." he said with a playful chuckle after seperating.
"No...please don't think about it..." Steffan tried to calm her by taking her into his loving embrace while giving her a passionate kiss. He hated that witch for giving such a pain to his beloved, bit now, he would give enough love to Irena to forget about it. At least for the time being...
Steffan held his wife close, unable to believe the events that unfolded before his very eyes. The thrice-damned witch was their prisoner, yet his beloved Queen was forced to carry the Curse.
"No...I cannot accept this. I shall threaten her...have her tortured,even. Anything to have you released from this curse."
"No...I cannot accept this. I shall threaten her...have her tortured,even. Anything to have you released from this curse."
"You....know where she is?" Steffan asked, once again surprised by the revelations if his wife "But, I don't understand. If you knew of her whereabouts why didn't you do something? You could have send a company of knights to arrest her."
Steffans opening moves were just little tests, quick jabs and easy thrusts while his legs arced around Irena to avoid any attack from her knives.
"I will not disagree with you...but tge tolic I will be discussing today is of great importance. I shall order my Lords to begin a Kingdom wide Witch Hunt."
"I will not disagree with you...but tge tolic I will be discussing today is of great importance. I shall order my Lords to begin a Kingdom wide Witch Hunt."
"Surrender...and seem like a weak King? Never..." he said with conviction as he returned her kiss, before returning to his battle stance, the tip of the sword pointed forward.
"I still have the meeting with the High Council. Are you trying to pull me awau from my Royal duties my Queen?" He asked as he circled Irena, redying himself for another attack.
"I still have the meeting with the High Council. Are you trying to pull me awau from my Royal duties my Queen?" He asked as he circled Irena, redying himself for another attack.
Steffan blocked the upper hit and gried to sidestep the second, yet the blade reached a bit of his leg, the pinching pain of the small cut conforming it.
Sidestepping behind Irena, he swang down the flat of his own sword to strike her bottom. "I woukd be careful with those Knives Your Grace. I don't think you wish to scar your your King, do you?" he said in a playful tone.
Sidestepping behind Irena, he swang down the flat of his own sword to strike her bottom. "I woukd be careful with those Knives Your Grace. I don't think you wish to scar your your King, do you?" he said in a playful tone.
Steffan drew his sword in an instant, blocking the incoming attack of Irenas knives. Using his superior strength, he only needed a single push to have her move away from him, the light jab on her shoulder indicating the 'strike' he achieved.
"You shouldn't rush to battle like this My Queen....there is always the possibility that the enemy will ne stronger than you. Think before you act and device a plan to take him down." he advised.
"You shouldn't rush to battle like this My Queen....there is always the possibility that the enemy will ne stronger than you. Think before you act and device a plan to take him down." he advised.
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