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I thought I was a zombie!
Lol, well, before the crash, it did sometimes take me a little while to get posts up. But I blame that on Christmas stuff.
Aranhil gave up. He had no idea what to do with his wife. "Sweetheart? I don't understand. What's wrong." He tried to be soothing, holding her near and kissing her tears. "Please don't cry. You haven't made me feel terrible. You never do anything wrong. I love you, dearest wife." He nuzzled her lightly, trying to get a little smile from his love. Lately, all he had seen were tears and frowns. His wife didn't seem happy like she had the first few weeks of their marriage. It was really starting to make him worry. He just wanted to see his beloved girl a little happier. But he just did not know how.
"Sylvia, darling, why don't we go for our picnic? We'll be out in the open air, which I know you love and need, and then you can tell me everything that is on your mind." He suggested brightly. "Maybe we can still work this all out. I know it must be very stressful for you. Your parents were very, very mad when I refused to give them the bloodstained sheets the day after our marriage. I hope they haven't been putting pressure on you, my love."
Drawing his young bride into his arms, Aranhil walked her down the hall, gently guiding her towards the kitchens. "Come with me, sweet one." He murmured softly. "We'll get this worked out. You're not under your parents' control any more. It's alright, darling. They can't force you to do a thing, if you don't want them to." He smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "Please, relax? I will keep you safe from them. There's no pressure to create children here. When we are ready for children, they will come naturally. Not because some stuck up king and queen thinks that their daughter needs to rush into bed with her husband. We will prove our point, sweetest. They'll figure out we can not be bent to their will when me make them wait these last few weeks before we even think about making a child."
He paused as they reached the kitchens. "Tell me what you would like for lunch, alright, sweety? I'll have them make up a nice basket. We can finish this conversation when we are somewhere safely away from the castle."
"Sylvia, darling, why don't we go for our picnic? We'll be out in the open air, which I know you love and need, and then you can tell me everything that is on your mind." He suggested brightly. "Maybe we can still work this all out. I know it must be very stressful for you. Your parents were very, very mad when I refused to give them the bloodstained sheets the day after our marriage. I hope they haven't been putting pressure on you, my love."
Drawing his young bride into his arms, Aranhil walked her down the hall, gently guiding her towards the kitchens. "Come with me, sweet one." He murmured softly. "We'll get this worked out. You're not under your parents' control any more. It's alright, darling. They can't force you to do a thing, if you don't want them to." He smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "Please, relax? I will keep you safe from them. There's no pressure to create children here. When we are ready for children, they will come naturally. Not because some stuck up king and queen thinks that their daughter needs to rush into bed with her husband. We will prove our point, sweetest. They'll figure out we can not be bent to their will when me make them wait these last few weeks before we even think about making a child."
He paused as they reached the kitchens. "Tell me what you would like for lunch, alright, sweety? I'll have them make up a nice basket. We can finish this conversation when we are somewhere safely away from the castle."
Are you sure about that? d:
Like my new signature? xD
Like my new signature? xD
So, I guess if I keep coming back to reread your post, I should probably state an interest.
I love, love, love that door. (under gateway) I think I ended up staring at it for about ten minutes the first time I read through your post. I like the first plot idea for that one better, I think, mostly because I'm not positive how I would play a demon.
However, I'm up for most anything. ^.^
I love, love, love that door. (under gateway) I think I ended up staring at it for about ten minutes the first time I read through your post. I like the first plot idea for that one better, I think, mostly because I'm not positive how I would play a demon.
However, I'm up for most anything. ^.^
Sorry about disappearing, by the way. I think, however, everything is cleared up. ^.^
"Miss Cendres? That is my sister you are talking about, Sylvia." Aranhil chastised his wife gently. He had a smile in his eyes. "You do not need to try and fool me. I know she is no 'miss'. She is far from a lady. Save your titles and your respect. She is your sister now. Call her 'that bitch' like the rest of us." He laughed to himself, picking his wife up into his arms. Oh how he loved her. She was so sweet, and gentle. He could only love her more with every second he saw her. She was his gift from the gods, he was sure of it.
Carrying her over to a bench below a window, he listened as his pretty little wife went on about something or another. Now, there was nothing against her, and he didn't mean to be rude, but sometimes, she could talk all she wanted, and he never heard a word she said. It wasn't really his fault, though. When she spoke, he liked to watch her lips. He loved seeing how she formed the words, watching as she enunciated certain letters, or skipped over others. He especially loved 'Th' for some reason. The way she made that sound just thrilled him. Unfortunately, if he started watching her lips, he couldn't stop thinking about them. And if he started thinking about them, it was not long before he was dreaming of kissing her again.
Lately, he was thinking of kissing her a lot. He was pretty sure that a lack of kisses was driving him insane. Lately, he had been grumpy, and irritable. Since the very day she'd arrived, she'd been changing him. He'd gone from logical and reasoning, to running on emotions all the time. River was suppose to be the emotional, rash one. Aranhil had worked very hard at making sure he thought everything out first. Yet, Sylvia, of all people, could turn him into a raging demon, or a spoiled lap dog. Sometimes, that irritated him. Others, he just rolled over and begged for her to rub his belly.
Well, perhaps not literally. But he felt like he might as well be doing so.
Becoming aware that she had finished speaking, he opened his mouth to reply. "Sylvia, my love, you know very well that-"
"Aranhil, I want to share a bed tonight,"
"...What?" Blinking to clear his head, Sylvia's husband just stared at her. Had his sweet little wife really just said such a thing? He'd never heard her to say anything so bluntly, much less something of such a sensitive nature. So he did the only thing he knew how to do. He agreed. "Alright."
Wait, he agreed? Aranhil started to frown. Since when did he agree with anything? He was to be the king. He made the choices, and others agreed. Not the other way around. But now that he had agreed, he couldn't dare take it back. He sighed. "It does seem like you have been particularly....needy?...no..um....What word can I use that won't get me in trouble with you?" He inquired. If he'd learned one thing from watching his parents while he grew up, he knew not to anger his wife. An angry wife was worse than a thousand wars. "Well, you did get sick....and there was that storm.....and I think I heard Cendres say you wanted me to come sing you bedtime songs the one night. I am sorry I never did that, I had to attend to an important incident. There was a fight between two maids. One broke the other's wing. I had to sort out what that was all about. But anyway, I guess I have been neglecting you during the day."
Suddenly, he felt like a bad husband.
I'll roll over, here's my belly!
He sighed softly. "I'm sorry, Sylvia."
please rub my tummy?
"I promise not to neglect you again. I guess it's only fair. If I haven't been with you in the day, it's natural you'd want my attention, instead, at night. I promise, I still will not risk your reputation, I know how much you need to stay pure like we agreed, but I won't be neglecting you any longer. In fact, I'll change that, starting now."
I'll be a good boy. Please, please rub my tummy?
He could just hear himself begging for her forgiveness. Instead, he drew her close and kissed her. "Come. I'll take you for a picnic lunch. Change into something suitable for the weather, my love. Today, I am yours." He swore with a bright smile. "I'll go tell the kitchens to make us up a nice basket. Meet me in the courtyard?"
Carrying her over to a bench below a window, he listened as his pretty little wife went on about something or another. Now, there was nothing against her, and he didn't mean to be rude, but sometimes, she could talk all she wanted, and he never heard a word she said. It wasn't really his fault, though. When she spoke, he liked to watch her lips. He loved seeing how she formed the words, watching as she enunciated certain letters, or skipped over others. He especially loved 'Th' for some reason. The way she made that sound just thrilled him. Unfortunately, if he started watching her lips, he couldn't stop thinking about them. And if he started thinking about them, it was not long before he was dreaming of kissing her again.
Lately, he was thinking of kissing her a lot. He was pretty sure that a lack of kisses was driving him insane. Lately, he had been grumpy, and irritable. Since the very day she'd arrived, she'd been changing him. He'd gone from logical and reasoning, to running on emotions all the time. River was suppose to be the emotional, rash one. Aranhil had worked very hard at making sure he thought everything out first. Yet, Sylvia, of all people, could turn him into a raging demon, or a spoiled lap dog. Sometimes, that irritated him. Others, he just rolled over and begged for her to rub his belly.
Well, perhaps not literally. But he felt like he might as well be doing so.
Becoming aware that she had finished speaking, he opened his mouth to reply. "Sylvia, my love, you know very well that-"
"Aranhil, I want to share a bed tonight,"
"...What?" Blinking to clear his head, Sylvia's husband just stared at her. Had his sweet little wife really just said such a thing? He'd never heard her to say anything so bluntly, much less something of such a sensitive nature. So he did the only thing he knew how to do. He agreed. "Alright."
Wait, he agreed? Aranhil started to frown. Since when did he agree with anything? He was to be the king. He made the choices, and others agreed. Not the other way around. But now that he had agreed, he couldn't dare take it back. He sighed. "It does seem like you have been particularly....needy?...no..um....What word can I use that won't get me in trouble with you?" He inquired. If he'd learned one thing from watching his parents while he grew up, he knew not to anger his wife. An angry wife was worse than a thousand wars. "Well, you did get sick....and there was that storm.....and I think I heard Cendres say you wanted me to come sing you bedtime songs the one night. I am sorry I never did that, I had to attend to an important incident. There was a fight between two maids. One broke the other's wing. I had to sort out what that was all about. But anyway, I guess I have been neglecting you during the day."
Suddenly, he felt like a bad husband.
I'll roll over, here's my belly!
He sighed softly. "I'm sorry, Sylvia."
please rub my tummy?
"I promise not to neglect you again. I guess it's only fair. If I haven't been with you in the day, it's natural you'd want my attention, instead, at night. I promise, I still will not risk your reputation, I know how much you need to stay pure like we agreed, but I won't be neglecting you any longer. In fact, I'll change that, starting now."
I'll be a good boy. Please, please rub my tummy?
He could just hear himself begging for her forgiveness. Instead, he drew her close and kissed her. "Come. I'll take you for a picnic lunch. Change into something suitable for the weather, my love. Today, I am yours." He swore with a bright smile. "I'll go tell the kitchens to make us up a nice basket. Meet me in the courtyard?"
well, now that the virus is gone from my computer (took long enough) I should be able to post normally. ^.^
I may actually have you do so. ^.^
I can't for the life of me find the pictures I originally used for them. So they're getting new pictures, probably
lol
I can't for the life of me find the pictures I originally used for them. So they're getting new pictures, probably
lol
"You're smarter than him." Cendres answered bluntly. She was not one to pick and choose her words carefully. If she thought something, she said it. "And you have magic! You can MAKE him do what you want!....Right?" She tipped her head to the side, honestly not sure. "That is how magic works, isn't it? You can just tell people 'Do this' and they do it?" She sighed, a dreamy look crossing her face. "I want magic." She could just imagine all the trouble she could cause if she were capable of a few spells. It was a glorious thought.
Waving it off, she tossed the cuffs back onto Sylvia's bed. "You'll figure out how to use them. You could cuff yourself down for his pleasure, if that's easier. I'm sure he wouldn't be able to resist. Ooh! There you go! That makes another idea! I'm brilliant!" Beaming widely, she hugged her new sister. "You're welcome, Sylvia! And once he finally lays you, you'll owe me a favor, so you can help me with stuff!" She declared eagerly. "Come on now! Let's go shopping! We can pick up all sorts of gorgeous undergarments. If he's gunna be in your bed now, you're going to want him to like what he's taking off of you. I love the lace ones, especially if they have silk or velvet too!"
Chattering on about what types, styles, and colors she liked the best, she grabbed her sister in law's hand, dragging her down the hall. Sylvia had no choice in this matter, Cendres wanted her to come.
Thankfully, Sylvia always has a knight in shining armor. Surprised to see his wife held hostage by his sister, Aranhil stepped out into the hall behind them. "Cendres? What are you doing to my wife this time?" He demanded, his hands on his hips. Judging by the color of her face, Sylvia was not here willingly.
"Oooh! Now's your chance!" Cendres turned around, pushing Sylvai towards Aranhil. "Go on! Just like I told you to! I'm getting out of here so I don't have to listen!"
Aranhil sighed. "What has my sister done this time?"
Waving it off, she tossed the cuffs back onto Sylvia's bed. "You'll figure out how to use them. You could cuff yourself down for his pleasure, if that's easier. I'm sure he wouldn't be able to resist. Ooh! There you go! That makes another idea! I'm brilliant!" Beaming widely, she hugged her new sister. "You're welcome, Sylvia! And once he finally lays you, you'll owe me a favor, so you can help me with stuff!" She declared eagerly. "Come on now! Let's go shopping! We can pick up all sorts of gorgeous undergarments. If he's gunna be in your bed now, you're going to want him to like what he's taking off of you. I love the lace ones, especially if they have silk or velvet too!"
Chattering on about what types, styles, and colors she liked the best, she grabbed her sister in law's hand, dragging her down the hall. Sylvia had no choice in this matter, Cendres wanted her to come.
Thankfully, Sylvia always has a knight in shining armor. Surprised to see his wife held hostage by his sister, Aranhil stepped out into the hall behind them. "Cendres? What are you doing to my wife this time?" He demanded, his hands on his hips. Judging by the color of her face, Sylvia was not here willingly.
"Oooh! Now's your chance!" Cendres turned around, pushing Sylvai towards Aranhil. "Go on! Just like I told you to! I'm getting out of here so I don't have to listen!"
Aranhil sighed. "What has my sister done this time?"
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