*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.

<3>

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.

<3>

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!”

<3>

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.”

<3>

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.

<3>

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.

Camp

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?

<3>

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.

<3>

Joffrey stood in the center of his room, for what must have been a few minutes, his thoughts wild with that face of hers, and he reached up to brush his finger tips along his lips, even pulling at them slightly with a nervous tick. That girl had bewitched him, and yet done so out of goodness, which in itself was simply all wrong. He knew that this must be a sign of weakness on his part, and that he needed to reaffirm his standing as the dark Prince. Just as he tried to think of how to go about that endeavor, a dark voice called to him, and he turned around to see one of the vampire ladies in waiting, smirking at him. She was dressed in a light silken set of crimson, with her breasts barely covered, and a single strip of silk that covered her nether regions. She licked her lips then lowered her head, and whispered;

“Does Master seek to take his girl, Lia?”

She knelt down on a small rug and offered both hands upwards as to her side there were pieces of rope, so he could tie her up and then suspend her from the ceiling. A game that he enjoyed, and she knew it. Her eyes were as black as the night sky, and her skin so dark, that was offset by her silken black tresses. Her lips were full, practically stung to being ripe, and her breasts rounded and heavy, with the nips peaking through the soft silken folds. She was a Master’s delight, and smelt of exotic oils, though the truth of her was she was of the undead, and a dangerous toy at that. Her timing however, was impeccable, but then Joffrey started to see Selene’s face in his mind, and he let out a god awful howl. He brought up curled fists to the sides of his temple, and grit his teeth, saying;

“Why do she torture me so?”

Lia kept her head down, but her forehead creased, not understanding why he would say such a thing, when normally he would run at her to carry out his most wicked fantasies. Clearly confused by his question, she uttered;

“Master, tis you that is to torture me, remember?”

“No…not you, .you dumb bitch. The angel….UGH…why? What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

Lia slowly rose her head, and saw the Prince walking around in a circle, and then coming up to the wall, he slammed his right fist into it, blood pouring from scrapes upon his knuckles, as he panted heavily. The vampire Lady saw his distress, and rose to her feet, padding over towards him, and then she made the fatal mistake, of reaching to touch his back. Joffrey spun around and seized her by the throat, lifting her up off the ground, while she gripped at his wrist, and struggled violently.

“Mmmmaster..please…?” she cried, as her gargled sound was one of fear. Joffrey snarled viciously, and then threw her across the room, where she hit the wall, and collapsed in a heap. “NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!..Understood?” He bellowed, and then pointed to the door. “GET OUT!!” Bruised and with a blooded nose, she collected herself, and fled his room, just as a servant entered and bowed low, stating;

“The Princess of Casterly has taken ill, and will not be able to venture out this night. She gives her apologies, your grace.”

Joffrey stood, cupping his blooded fist in his left hand, and stared at the servant oddly, before nodding his head slowly.

“Very well…if she is ill, then let her rest. I don’t feel all that much like going out myself. That will be all.”

The servant bowed and then left Joffrey to his thoughts, and what troubled ones they were.

<3>

Rushing over to the servant, she grabbed her by the arm and demanded “Who are you talking about? Where did you get this information?” The servant looked too stunned to speak, which only made her shake the poor girl. What was bringing on these actions from her? The servant was finally able to mutter The prince, m’lady. Just a rumor of the prince’s foul moods again… Again. So it was known to have happened before. Picking up her skirts, she rushed out of her room and stepped next door. Raising her hand, she thought of knocking properly. Instead, she banged violently. “Your grace. I must insist upon having a word with you!” The servants feared for the naive princess so they all huddled behind her in case the prince wanted to hurt her.

The vampire submissive that fled down the hall and then shape shifted into a bat to leave the castle, left behind a small trail of blood spots in her wake, and was seen fleeing by some of the house staff. No doubt, this was going to get around the gossip circles, and unbeknownst to Joffrey, it was going to get back to Selene. Joffrey collapsed into a chair, and sat staring out his window, blood dripping from his knuckles and a foul look on his face. He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly, the throbbing pain of his hand giving him a sense of feeling, and he brought his fist up to his lips, licking at the blooded wounds. Everything about him, everything he once cared for, or didn’t was changing in a whirlwind of crazed emotions. He was infatuated with Selene. She was now something akin to what one does not touch, and yet she was betrothed to him. What on earth were his parent’s thinking? An angel and a demon? How was that ever to work? Why did kissing her just make him….melt? Why did it curb the very darkness within himself. His hand trembled and then he thought. “I know, I’ll play a few cords on my lute, belt out a tune…yeah…sing really badly and…cheer myself up.” He picked up his favourite lute, a classic from the nearby town, and rose to his feet, about to strum a few cords…when…..

“Your grace. I must insist upon having a word with you!” There was a god awful banging at the door, and in a fit of panic, Joffrey broke the strings to his lute. “Shit!” He really wasn’t having any luck, and now she was banging furiously upon his door. What on earth? She was supposed to be sick. He tossed the lute out the window, and then stomped over to the door, reefing it open, with his fist still bleeding. He took one look at her, and he thought he was going to be sick. He could see the servants in behind her, and then he snarled at them, before taking her hand and pulling her into his room. He slammed the door, and then seemed to lose it, pacing back and forth…then…it all unraveled.

“I’m…a demon, Selene. I’m all kinds of wrong for you. I’m dark…I’m broody…I’m evil. I’m…I’m…Selene, I’m in love with you!” he then looked like he was struggling to breathe. “Think I am weak…I am, I’m confused. You confuse me. You should hate me, I am…all wrong for you.” He then stood with his head bowed, his hands trembling…clearly hurt and lost at this moment.

<3>

Rodrick was still getting used to the cold temperature of the water, after having such heat inside him with the Queen, of course the huge change on the temperature was kind of hard to deal on the beginning. He heard her words, saying that she should have her guards escort him to her chambers, and all he did was just point his two fingers at her, and move his hand, like he was saying “You got it.” He really couldn’t believe he was going to have more of this with the Queen, with the Queen from the Night Lands kingdom, its so odd and weird, but she still remained like a forbidden fruit for him, if anybody found out about the two of them, Rodrick would end up finding his head on a wall. He just needed to be more careful with his moves, but when something he wants is hard to get, the more he will want. Its challenging, and he’s a man who loves challenges, and loves win against them, to prove how he can get whatever he wants.
He began to wash his body, by using the soap and the water around him. He wouldn’t take more than ten minutes to finally finish. Stepping outside from the lake, he picked up the towel and began to dry off his skin, and his hair as well. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and picked up the soap, with his clean t-shirt, as he just headed back to his tent. While he walked, he noticed many knight’s eyes on him, like he was having something they wanted, or that he done something that was like a sin, he just stared at them with a confused expression, trying his best to pretend like he done nothing, and acting was a thing Rodrick done it pretty well. A man like him needed to know how to act, or he would never get what he really wished.
Once he got inside his tent, he removed the towel, and threw on some simple and thin clothing, it was only for him to go to sleep. Now that he was dressed, he sat down, picked up a beer and began to drink it while thinking about what had just happen between him and Rose, and the thoughts forced him to grin.

Each kiss got deeper, their tongues danced against the others, and then he started to take to her throat, kissing and nibbling her neck, wanting to cover her body in his kisses, suckle her breasts, that for now were hidden beneath her bodice. His hands traced up and down her sides, eager to tear away the fabric, so he could touch her bare skin. He drew his head back, and stared into her eyes, searching for her to say he could go further. But…she pushed him away saying;

“Joffrey…? Are you going to take my maidenhead?”

Selene had that look of uncertainty in her eyes, and then he remembered, she had never done this before. It would make it her first time. But it felt so right, and the demon inside him was truly suppressed. He wanted her so badly, and had he been himself, he would have tore the dress right from her, and started to plough into her mercilessly. Joffrey caught his breath, and then realized that she can’t have been ready. In a first for him, Joffrey just smiled at her, and then said;

“No..a few stolen kisses, and I had gotten carried away. Forgive me, my Love.”

He stayed on top of her, and then kissed her forehead, then stared at her, and asked;

“Am I the one you truly want?”

<3>

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.”

<3>

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.”

<3>

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.

<3>

*Arthur had been forced to halt in his attack, but readied his blade once more. He took this tiny respite as a chance to break word in reply to Wayne’s last comment. He understood it fully well, and he cared not even a little about it. Though, he could never pass up a chance to speak some smart ass comment.* “Perhaps, though I wonder to what avail that has gotten you, Sir Wayne. Tell me, what is it like to fuck the cunt of decaying flesh?” *His face took on the look of a sarcastic empathy. Perhaps that would have been a little mean, but, Wayne dug deep on him too. Arthur was just better at disguising it, in some situations at least.*

“Oh…too soon?” *He feigned a bit of sorrow next, hoping to force the man to attack next. He could see the blood flowing from the gash he had created with Majestic in Wayne’s side, and decided where he should focus the majority of his attacks.*

In trading of blows, there are some done with weapons, and others done with words, and those with heart know that to speak ill of the dead in such fashion was not only cruel, it was disrespectful. Sir Wayne though, knew in his heart, that his wife though she lived the years as that of a human, never in his eyes lost her beauty, but remained true of heart and devoted. Had she been there she would have said to her love, to turn the other cheek, but this was a battle of minds as much as it was of the swords they swung. Clearly Sir Arthur’s intent was to create a loss of concentration, and to be blinded by emotion, but what Sir Arthur did not understand, was that his wife was with him. The very sword he wielded was of her name, and he would honor her by using it instead of words spat back like a venomous snake.

Taking advantage of the fact that Sir Arthur was knocked back by the boot strike to the chest, and with Sir Wayne’s wings now giving full power, he launched at Sir Arthur, and with his blade held with both hands, he swung it in a slight diagonal arc, to cross the left side of Sir Arthur’s neck, in a move to slice open a major artery. The force of this, coupled with the pressure of his wings beating, could give better propulsion, as Sir Arthur used up time in his speech of hate and cursed words.

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No matter what happened, for better or for worse, she could not stop this match. Not to save either’s life, nor any other reason. Not only would it be unlikely that she alone could do it anyway, but it would arouse suspicion around her. She somewhat easily played off her sudden move to her feet as an attempt to get closer. She took a few steps forward and now stood at the edge of the box, her eyes flickering for a moment from Sir Wayne to his opponent, and then back to him. Whatever happened was going to be interesting, to say the least.

The Royal box was now mostly on their feet, for the action in the arena, had reached a new level of skill and with the blood being spilt it was clear that there was no love lost between the two angels. A battle between the light and dark of their kind, the people of Vaas Plains were now witnessing a spectacle like no other. Earlier, the King expressed his desire for Calypso to be the one to award the Champion the prize for the tournament, as well as a kiss, and though she declined due to feeling that the people would be upset to see a servant do the honors, he just chuckled and said.

“Well I’m not kissing either of them.”

It wasn’t lost on the King that Calypso was truly getting into the spirit of the match, the way she arched forward and could barely keep in her seat. Even the Queen was never this wriggly. The King, though fascinated with the daring and the skill at which his Knights traded blows, he was also watching all the spectators, and so glad that they were enjoying this battle of the ages. How fortunate the King was, that he had such brave knights to serve the realm. Smiling broadly, he raised a chalice of wine, and shouted.

“HOORAH!

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With both angels powering their wings to use them as a counterbalance to the force that each applied their swords became locked as Sir Wayne’s was held fast by a scissor lock of Sir Anthony’s. Faces so close together, and this was when Sir Arthur decided to use the one weakness now of Sir Wayne, the bleeding gash in his side. With a full on knee upward, the strike would land true, however, Sir Wayne was wearing a metal helm, so when the force of upward motion struck, this propelled the top half of his torso forward, and so to his head passed through the locked blades and he tried to slam or head butt powerfully into Sir Arthur’s forehead. Blow for blow.

Using his wings, Sir Wayne tries to pull back, with all the force he can muster, as he was fast losing blood from his battered side.

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(sorry its short)

She was bathed in the glow that one would expect from the highest of angels, for her life had been without sin, and she did so honor her God, and her husband till death.

“Let it end me.” he said to his wife, no longer seeing Sir Arthur standing there, consumed by the image of his beloved. But she shook her head and indicated his place was not yet at God’s side, but to live and fight on. And just as quickly as she had come the image disappeared, and the words of Sir Arthur were heard.

“Wayne. Yield. You are too badly injured.”

It was truth, and Sir Wayne turned his sword to the ground, and slammed it into mother earth, to declare his forfeit. The crowd roared in approval of the match, and sang the name of Sir Arthur, as Sir Wayne’s servants rushed out to take him to his tent to be treated for his wounds.

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The lights of the candles in his rooms, illuminated the silhouettes of their forms, as they lay on the soft sheets of his king size bed. He fought his very core of being, not to let the lust and desire of the demon come to the fore, to protect her from being deflowered before she was ready. Had he been of his demon mind, he would have thrilled to the sounds of her pained screams, as he bruised her supple flesh, but instead, in the quiet of his chambers, he would give all he was worth to hear her whisper his name said in love and need. But he had to know, if he was the one she wanted, for if she dared say no, it would have been like a fire poker tearing into his heart to stop it from beating. Selene was silent for a time, though her fingers combed through his hair, and she traced her finger tip along his short beard. The seconds seemed to take to long, and he desperately wanted an answer, still on top of her, and feeling her chest rise and fall beneath his.

“How could you not be the one I want?” she said, with her hands reaching to touch his face in a cradle like hold. “I know you would never hurt me. Let us seal this vow to love each other eternally…”

Selene pushed him off her, and so he was now laying upon his back, watching her with those dark eyes. She was so beautiful, and just when he thought she might rise, she instead sat up, and each hand lowered her dress from the shoulders, so that her rounded bosom fell free from its binds, bouncing out and then resting. So rounded, and with hardened pink nipples, that he longed to touch and tease with his tongue. She was the water to a dying man’s thirst, the meal to sate a starving man’s hunger. She leaned over and interlocked her fingers within his and kissed his lips, offering herself, but in a way that was as seductive as it was graceful. Selene was a woman to be savored, and he was right, she needed to be placed on a pedestal, where no other man could dare touch her. Joffrey closed his eyes, and his moan was deeper, his lips tracing down her chin to her throat, kissing and the need to suckle growing, as his head was buried between her breasts. He freed a hand and cupped one of her breasts, curling his fingers on its underside, as he brought it to his lips. His tongue flicked and teased the nip, before his mouth closed over it and his teeth nipped and tugged, before he drew it in further and sucked it before releasing with a slight popping sound.

If her body was his temple…he planned to worship this angel goddess.

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“Joffrey…I need…I need you! Please, satisfy me.”

Joffrey could hardly believe what Selene was asking, no, more like begging, and this instantly brought him gratification that was beyond words. He always was the Master of the bedroom, and this was his specialty, but at the same time, she was so inexperienced, and he could only think of pleasing her. Taking her maidenhead was going to cause her pain, there was no avoiding that, but as she straddled him with her dress creating a blanket like affect over them, he could feel the wetness that was coming from between the silks of her panties. She was kissing him with a ferocity that even the most wicked demoness could not come to match. The scent of roses grew stronger, invigorating his senses, and he broke the kiss with her, as his hands slid beneath her skirts, and with his clawed finger curling, he hooked it through the fine silk, and tore it free to expose her pinky flesh. Joffrey used his finger to insert insert between her wet folds, teasing her sweet pearl, while his dark eyes connected with hers, knowing that she wanted him inside her as much as he wanted her.

“Selene…..the pain will be but for a split second….trust me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

He raised both hands to her hips, and with extraordinary strength, he lifted her up, so he could position the head of his manhood, just at the entrance of her delicate flower, that was now ripe, and ready for the taking.

“Trust in me..” He whispered, as he started to lower her down, so the head would start to break the hymen. At last Selene would be a woman, and it would be Joffrey to take her most prized gift.

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Listening to his words of how it was going to hurt her began to frighten her. Making love was supposed to feel good, wasn’t it? She was never informed how losing one’s virginity was supposed to go. As he lifted her up, she gasped softly and reached down to grip his arms. The strength in them amazed her and caused her to smile. “Joffrey…” Her praise was cut off as he brought her down on his manhood. Gasping in pain, she began to writhe as a piercing pain tore through her. Trembling, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hips around him. Her breasts rose up and down as she breathed heavily before she opened her eyes slowly. As she moved to escape the pain, she instead met a slow rising pleasure that began to wash the pain away.

Moving into a rocking movement, she met his eyes hesitantly before the pleasure took full control. Her head fell back as she began to ride him a bit harder, her body crying out for more satisfaction. Her breasts continued to rise with her body, and small moans were driven from her lips. Looking down at her fiance, she locked eyes with him and breathed “Joffrey..my love…”

What can there be said, but to be in awe, to watch a woman experience the pain and pleasure that comes from losing their virginity. Joffrey promised her he would be gentle, and he kept to his word. But the rewards were aplenty, for he could only gaze up at her, as her face showed the pain of her hymen tearing, and then struggling to accommodate his size within her. Selene was so god damn tight, practically squeezing the life out of his engorged manhood, and this sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through his being. He stayed still beneath her, except for the involuntary flexing of his shaft, that was now consumed within her wetness. As she started to rise back up and then bring herself down, using her hands upon his shoulder to keep her steady, he watched on with pure adoration, as she found her groove, though as early as it was, he knew this may have her feel sore later.

The tilting back of her head, and the pleasured cry had him smile, for her beauty was captivating at this moment. Selene looked at him with a hunger in her eyes, she wanted more of him, and he started to raise his hips up from the bedding, to push inside her deeper, as deep as her body could allow. Joffrey found his mouth became dry as he tried to swallow, losing himself, but trying so hard not to force her beyond her limits.

He reached around to grip her ass tight as he drew himself up from laying down, and let her ride him, as he nipped and sucked at the skin of her neck, pulling her onto him, so she could not escape until she had experienced her first ever orgasm.

“Joffrey..my love…”

“…Selene…be wild…experience the joys of my love…”

With her straddled around his hips, and the angle of their bodies, she should find the peak of pleasure, as his lips kissed up and down her neck to her shoulders, burying his face from her gaze.

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Feeling more and more like jello with each passing moment, she freed herself of him and collapsed onto her back. Closing her eyes slowly, she placed her hand on her chest to feel her heartbeat. Selene began to smile blissfully and opened her green eyes to lock them on Joffrey. “That…I…I am so glad I did not wait until our wedding night.” After hearing those words out loud, she began to giggle. What was this man doing to her? Sitting up, she pulled him to her to kiss his lips gently. Though she may have said it once, she feared telling him she loved him once more. Her heart had a wall up she wasn’t even aware of once she heard of his evil doings. Who knew how long it would take to bring that down. Brushing her fingertips across his cheeks, she pressed her forehead to kiss and continued to rain soft kisses on his lips while murmuring against them “Joffrey…my prince…”

Joffrey’s face was nuzzled deep within the spot between Selene’s neck and shoulder, his teeth raking along her flesh, but then his lips sucked the flesh tight up from her bone. He knew this would add to the sexual fever that Selene was experiencing, and made sure that she was free to use his body to experience the thrill and exhilaration of her first ever orgasm. Joffrey could feel the speed of her bounce get faster, her pelvis grinding each time that their skin met, as though she had to have him fully inside of her. His clawed hands gripped her arse tighter, and then he felt the force of her inner muscles, pulsating, and then locking on, as the wave of her climax reached its peak. Selene screamed out his name, euphoric with the sensation, and she rode him right though till her body was spent. Her fingers racked his hair, and the angel became a leopard, kneading and pulling at his hair, only to start to release as the sensation within her dissipated.

She rolled off Joffrey, and lay on her back, trying to get her breath back, while Joffrey was still hard as he was when they started. But he could see, that she was now in the mood to chat, and well, kick back, since she got the ultimate reward for giving up her virginity to the Prince before wedlock.

“That…I…I am so glad I did not wait until our wedding night.”

She stammered as she fought for breath, and Joffrey rolled on his side, watching her as she bathed in the after glow of their lovemaking.

“I am sure THAT will be a night to remember, my Sweet.” He said, hoping that when they do wed, he might get to climax before her. A dream, but one none the less. Oh he was turning into something that even his own mother would not recognize. He was being, considerate…and polite. Even forsaking his own needs, so that she might enjoy this moment for what it was. He did promise to be gentle after all

“Dead puppies, dead kittens…dead…turtles.” he thought to himself, trying to get his shaft to shrink back and kill his erection. “Mother naked….eww.” he was on a winner with that thought, and sure enough, he was no longer in the mood for sex.

Selene turned into a kitten almost, showering him with kisses and murmuring;

“Joffrey…my prince…”

All he could do was smile at her, and whisper back;

“My lady fair..you don’t know what you do to me.”

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“My King…Lords, Ladies, and to you, the people of Vaas Plains. Winner of the Championship of Knights of Casterly, is Sir Arthur, Champion by forfeit.” The crowd all cheered, waving flags and calling out Sir Arthur, repeatedly, while Thomas and Godfrey, waited to help their Knight leave the field with dignity.

King Henry then turned to Calypso, who at first seemed to say one thing, and caught herself, to continue and say she had enjoyed the match, and the tournament. She excused herself to return to the castle, to inform the Queen of the days events, as the King nodded that he approved, and could only imagine just how Calypso would speak of the brave knights that had fought so hard and well that day.

Training Grounds Arena

The trumpets sounded and it was time to present the winner of the Tournament with his trophy, which was a golden eagle, beautifully crafted and weighed a considerable amount. The King was handed the prize and then he left the Royal box, with two young children that had been chosen from the spectators, to come and see a knight up close. King Henry strode out, his blonde hair radiant, against the white of his royal garb.

“Sir Arthur, you have shown not only great skill and courage, but also mercy in allowing Sir Henry to live. You are indeed a Champion this day, and forever more, the Head Knight of the Order. Congratulations.” The King then turned to the small boy, who looked up at the Knight with adoring eyes. “Samuel, why don’t you give the Knight his prize.” The King was one that believed, that one should encourage the youth, for they are the future of the realm. The boy took the heavy eagle, and then tottered over to the Knight, and held it up, as high as he could, though struggling slightly. The King applauded, well pleased with this, and awaited Sir Arthur to take his prize, and receive the fanfare of the people.

Further away, Sir Wayne was being helped by his two staff, Thomas and Godfrey who had Sir Henry wrap his arms around their shoulders, as they helped carry him back to his tent, so he may be treated properly, by one of the castle doctors. Thomas was full of praise for Sir Henry, but Godfrey was truly concerned about how Sir Henry fought. Question was, would Sir Henry tell them exactly what happened, and what was said, between him and Sir Arthur?

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“Just…get this over with.” Sir Wayne growled, as the physician started to do the stitching. “You know, I could do some fancy lettering stitches, give those ladies in the tavern something to read when they are being wooed.” Thomas leaned over to the Physician’s ear and said. “I..really wouldn’t say that to him, Sir Reginald….not after today.” The Doctor shrugged, and went on with the treatment while outside, the skies were filled with angels, all high on the wing, as Sir Arthur bellowed loudly;

“NOW, MY BROTHERS! WE FLY! NOT ONLY IN THE NAME OF OURSELVES, EACH OTHER, OR OUR HOUSE…BUT TODAY WE FLY IN HONOR OF THOSE WE’VE LOST…”

This brought the attention from all within the tent of Sir Wayne, who could see the spectacle from within the tent via the tent flap being pulled open. So many had joined with Sir Arthur on the wing in the air, and the booming voice carried all the way to Sir Wayne’s tent.

“TODAY WE FLY FOR AMBROSIA! THE FLOWER OF ONE OF OUR GREATEST BRETHREN, THAT SHE AND THEIR LOVE MAY NEVER BE FORGOTTEN! FOR THE FLOWER OF CASTERLY!!!”

Sir Wayne could hardly believe his own ears. Angels holding reverence to his beloved wife Ambrosia, and even going as far as to name her the Flower of Casterly. He felt the sting of tears well in his eyes, for this was the most fitting tribute, to a remarkable woman, one he doubt could ever be replaced. He turned his head, to where her picture was on the small table, surrounded by roses and you could see her smiling in the frame. This was God’s will, this is why she told him to carry on, for her memory, would live on in the hearts of all.

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“M’lady…she is an angel and he is a demon. Practically demi-gods. Who knows how long the gestation period will even last. It is quite apparent that she is caring a hellspawn.”

Nodding, Imogene sent the servant off and looked up again. She could not let Selene die. Selene was her pawn to keeping Joffrey in line when she became queen. Dipping into a bow, she paid her farewells to the king and queen and disappeared out the throne room and castle doors to head into the village.

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