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That moment, that the Queen agreed that it would be a lovely idea to try for another baby, was the most joyous thing he had heard. She agreed, and then sealed this with a long kiss, that had him close his eyes and savor. Oh how he had missed her so. Seeing her, with the fur wrapped around her, and beneath he knew she wore the simple brown dress, it just wouldn’t do. He caressed her face gently, then stepped out sided to speak to the nearest servant in the Inn, to arrange for the Queen to have brought to the inn an array of dresses from the local seamstress, that she could choose from to where when she had awakened. The servant bobbed, and went to relay this to the inn keeper, so that the order could be done.

Stepping back in, the King then started to approach the Queen, and reached for her fur, that she had swathed herself in, his eyes refusing to leave hers, as he whispered softly;

“Tonight, my love while our daughter gets her rest, I am going to lay with you. Not to force myself upon you, for I know you have been through so much, my darling. I am going to hold you all though this night, caress, and simply keep you in my arms till the dawn pierces the window with its light. You are the Queen, and I am your King, and you should be treated as one, loved like no other, adored and cherished.”

All of his words were heartfelt, and he radiated pure love. His aura almost blinding, his goodness infectious, enough to snuff out the very dark in the room. As the fur would fall, he would start to remove the brown dress, blinded to her sickly skin and gaunt body. For the beauty he saw was within. Had her own heart that had been broken long ago, ever be healed, even by the love of one that held her on a pedestal and loved her with every ounce of his being?

If she allowed it, he would pick her up gently, and carry her to the bed, so that he may glide in beside her, once he had disrobed, then hold her in a spoon like embrace, keeping her warm through his own skin temperature.

“My love…I am yours always.”

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Metia knew this was the most joyous thing he had heard for awhile. She never thought he would want another child, they already had two. Well, the good thing about being immortal or have more life than humans was that your body wouldn’t grow so old that quickly, so of course, Metia was able to still have another child. But god, it would be another struggle. Without being pregnant, she always kills one woman in three months, each three months she takes a soul, when she was pregnant of Selene & Derek, she had to take a soul every single month, or she would get more weak, and would be able to lose the baby.
The King left the room for a second, probably to speak with some servant, Metia just remained there thinking to herself. She had to search for a soul more quickly than she thought it would take. Maybe she could do that whenever they arrived their kingdom, because in here she isn’t able to do a thing without having her husband’s eyes on her, and if it isn’t her husband, its her daughter, or the other people around, that knows she’s in this inn, and she can’t disappear all off sudden without saying a thing.
Those thoughts had to leave Metia’s mind for now, because her husband was back in the room, and she simple stared up at him.
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She looked so innocent, but deep inside she was just tired and worried. That’s why she wasn’t showing off too much expressions with her face. Her light eyes stayed focus on his, as she allowed him to remove her fur. His words, oh god, his words, would make her stomach turn so much if she was on her normal self, but she wasn’t. So this actually had no affect on her, she didn’t felt any disgust, but didn’t felt anything pleasant either, its like, she didn’t felt a thing. Well, she wished she was always like this, not being able to feel a thing whenever her husband was like this, everything would be easier for her. He was just the opposite of her, he was all pure and angelic, she was all evil and wicked. Her fur soon fell down on the ground, and now her King was removing her brown dress, she allowed him, not moving her body that much, only for help him remove her dress as well. But she was fearing if questions rained again, because her skin was horrible, the color of it, and we could see her bones on her back, arms, neck, ribs. She was too skinny, and she hated it, because she looked ugly, she doesn’t want to be ugly.
She allowed him to pick her up, and she wrapped her fragile arms around his neck, so she wouldn’t fall, even tho, she knows her husband would never drop her. They would soon be in the bed, and Metia was into her husband’s embrace, keeping her warm with his own skin temperature, and once again, she was enjoying it. Why in hell would she enjoy this? She needed to knock some sense in herself, so she would stop enjoying her husband’s touch, her husband’s love. She was basically making the same mistake her daughter did, fall in a man’s trap.
She slowly rose her head, and stared up at him, with some concern expression.
“We don’t have to do this..not now. I’m ugly, I don’t want you to have an ugly image of my body.”
Metia whispered those words, but her husband was able to hear. That’s what she felt, she didn’t wanted anybody to think she was ugly, and her body was ugly right now.

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Henry heard his wife’s whispers, but he assumed that she said these things because she was so tired, and worn out from the trip to the castle Brax. He however didn’t agree, and even went as far to say to her;

“My love…I am not pressing you to try for a child this eve. I just want to hold you in my arms and protect you.” He turned her around so that he could look into her eyes directly, so there was no mistaking his intent. His naked body would be so warm to touch, and skin so supple and smooth, with the shaped curves of his muscular build. He was a strong man, but still there were parts of him that when he held Metia, she would normally be able to mould against his flesh.

“You are and forever more will be the most beautiful woman in all of the Vaas Plains. There is no one else, that I could ever adore or love. Please, never think that you are ugly, you are the opposite. A rose in a garden of thorns.” He bent his head forward to kiss her shoulder, and then brought his head back up to be eye level with her again.

“All you need…is love and tenderness, and I am never leaving your side. I am here to give you what you need.” His fingers started to stroke her side lightly. His intentions pure and wholesome. Any other woman would be crying tears of joy, to know that their man loved them regardless of how they thought they looked. Henry embraced her again, and brought her head to his chest, so there was no escape.

Would this break down the walls of her hardened heart?

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Metia keep staring up at him, wanting to hear his words. She didn’t wanted stay here for long, she wanted to go back to her kingdom, so in there, she could start finding a new soul, and she would have her beauty back. She noticed all he wanted to was just holding her in his arms and protect her. He was being so caring towards her, and worried at the same time. But her mind was still on Selene, but since her husband told her she was going be fine and right now she was taking a bath, Metia didn’t wanted to interrupt her.
Then he began to speak about her beauty, one of the reasons why she was with him, was because he admired her beauty, and he complimented her for that, that made her ego grow, a lot, but it also made her get worried if one day she got ugly and he would get rid of her, like happen back then. She got ugly, she wasn’t good enough, and her last lover just threw her away like she wasn’t anybody, he treated her like a dog. That’s why she feared on getting ugly again. Because if the King Henry got rid of her, she was far from her wishes on having the kingdom on the palm of her hand.
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She felt his lips down on her shoulder, as she looked up at the ceiling, and perked up an eyebrow, listening to his last words. All she needed was love and tenderness? But wasn’t that what she already got from him? But the question is, does she even takes that as love and tenderness? Her mind accepts it, but not her heart, a wicked person has a heart, and sooner or later they will get emotional about love, Metia already had her time with that, and that forced her to not trust any man.
“You were always that cheesy with words.”
She mumbled, with a small smile. He was always like this with his words, all poetic and cheesy, sometimes he could get too lame, and she would get tired of it, but she had to keep up with her acting. But not this time, she wasn’t feeling disgusted but not pleased either. She was normal, not feeling anything.

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[center]Selene smiled tenderly and nuzzled into Joffrey’s neck. He was being so gentle she could hardly believe he even had a demonic side. And then he had nipped her ear. That sent her body into a spiral of sexual desire as it seemed to be her lust button. Wrapping her arms more securely around him, she brushed her lips along his ear in a teasing manner. Now that he was here with her, she wanted nothing more than to have him completely…Bringing her fingers up to caress his neck, she began to nip his skin from his ear down to his throat. Then she paused. He suggested to elope. Pulling back to look at him, Selene’s green eyes were wide as she wondered if he were serious or not. “Truly, my love?” She wondered if it was just the excitement of seeing her that had him in such a tizzy. Getting married would be a rash move, but it was something she had wanted since she had laid eyes on him. Torn between her sexual desires and her desire to remain composed for him, she pulled her hands away to stop touching him. God, he was being too distracting. Looking up at him, she smiled sheepishly. “You make it hard to think with your pretty words and gentle caresses…” Searching his face, she knew he was serious. After considering it for a few moments, she nodded and leaned in towards him again. Standing on her toes, she murmured against his ear “I would follow you to hell and back if you asked me to….”

Selene’s kisses and nips were tempting Joffrey to just take her back to bed and let his lustful urges take him over. But instead, he had just asked her if she would elope with him, escaping the clutches of her foul mother and all too nice father. He had already experienced the wrath of the witch Queen of Casterly, and he sure as hell was in no mood to have to wake up and find her standing over their bed, and trying to rip Selene out of his embrace. This was the perfect plan, and would make them virtually untouchable by either side. When she drew back, and appeared shocked by his suggestion, he could not help but see the wide eyed expression and took her hands from him, Joffrey truly had to wonder just what was going through that pretty little head of hers.

“You make it hard to think with your pretty words and gentle caresses…”

“Tis the same for me, my Love. But I would feel better if we were wed before we continued our physical relationship.”

This was starting to sound like they had almost switched roles, for is it not the girl that is reluctant to lay with a man before wedlock, and yet here is the Dark Prince, asking her to marry him first? Course, it was all for good reasons, as he had explained. But then she gave into his wish, and said;

“I would follow you to hell and back if you asked me to….”

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Joffrey grinned from ear to ear, and picked her up, spinning her around, before planting her back down and kissing her forehead. He knew what he had to do, and that was arrange a carriage. It was a late hour, but being he was the heir to the throne, that shouldn’t be a problem.

“I shall arrange our transport, for my future Queen should ride up to the temple, in style.” Joffrey finally left her alone, as he went to arrange a carriage, drawn by four horses, all black as night, to take her for the ride of her life.

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The King had given everything to his Queen. Love, children, his Kingdom, his devotion. He showered her endlessly with words that would melt the heart of any other woman. He was not unattractive, he was a true romantic. Perhaps in that lay his fault. He gave and only ever asked for a child in return. But when she whispered;

“You were always that cheesy with words.”

The King heard something in her tone, he had never heard before. Perhaps he was blinded by his own love for her, that had failed to let him see fault or reason not to believe in her sincerity. But he drew back his head, her face said a thousand words. She looked like she was just laying there, saying what she truly thought. There was no joy, no love….nothing. And here he had been, giving her everything he thought she needed. It was a shock, so much so, he started to see her in the stark reality. Her skin….her bones, that made her appear to look so gaunt and sickly. The beauty seemed to have been siphoned from her somehow. What was worse, the cold stare in her eyes.

The King started to withdraw from her, and then actually got out of bed. His expression was one of shock and hurt. His mind was racing, the new found doubts started to seep in and it was almost like he could feel the plunge of cold steel into his chest. How long had she been like this?

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The King had always thought he knew how to solve anything that came his way, but then he was lost on what to say, probably for the first time ever. He silently made his way to pick up his clothes, and dressed himself, without looking at her again. When done, he simply said’

“Arrange for Selene to be taken home when you wake. After that…I may call for you.”

And just like that, he left the room.

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Selene let out a small squeal as her fiance picked her up and spun her around. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she burrowed into him and sighed. She wasn’t ready for him to leave. He had only just got there. Sighing softly, she looked up into his eyes and caressed his goatee as she so loved to do. She knew he had to go, for they would have to hurry before her mother found out. Her parents were somewhere in the inn and this was going to prove to be difficult. As he set her down and pecked her forehead, she felt herself longing for a kiss. Selene wouldn’t allow herself to be clingy though. Joffrey was on a mission and he was in a hurry. Turning to watch him go, a large smile covered her face. She was going to be his wife, and nothing would separate them.

As her fiance walked out the door, she felt something stir in her belly. Looking down at her stomach, she placed a hand on it and murmured “Hush now…there need be no fussing from you. He will return, I just know it.” Looking back up towards the doorway her lover had passed, she felt a feeling of anxiety. “Please hurry, my love…” The last thing she needed was for her mother or father showing up to take her home. Turning back towards her chest full of clothes, she began to sort through them in hopes of finding a proper dress to become a wife in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as she began to hum while packing a smaller trunk.

Out in the village, Joffrey’s eyes turned to the darkest red, as he marched to the nearest stables, where out the front was parked the ideal carriage. The driver was asleep inside the velvet lined coach, and Joffrey rapped on the door with his heavy knuckles. Spluttering and coughing, the driver woke with a start,and then peered through the small window, to see the Dark Prince himself standing there, wiggling his fingers.

“I need to hire this coach, to take my bride to be up to the temple mount to see Olaf the Giant. I will pay for all your expenses, but I want it…and I want it now.” His tone was one of no nonsense, and he sneered as the man clearly understood that this was going to be made his worth while.

“Temple mount, that is a few hours from here. But if its what you want, your Grace, I have her ready.” Handing the driver a large bag of coin, he gave directions, to have it ready outside the Harroway Inn, where he was going to whisk Selene off into the night. The two men shook hands, and Joffrey powered his way back to the Inn.

Harroway Inn – Selene’s room

Joffrey didn’t even knock, he simply opened the door wide, and then strode in, taking up a fur that was hanging over a chair and draped it around his Selene. His eyes were dancing with merriment at what he had organised, and you could hear the tell tale clip clop of the coach’s horse team being pulled before the Inn. Time was now of the essence, and he brought his beloved Selene into his arms and said softly’; “Your carriage awaits.”

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If she allowed, he would escort her down the stairs quietly, so as not to wake her parents, and lead her to the entrance of the Inn, where just outside the carriage waited. The Driver tipped his hat, seeing Selene, and Joffrey opened the latch to the carriage door, and assisted her inside. Looking about for signs of life, if there were none, he hoped in after Selene, and the carriage driver would crack his whip, and the carriage with its precious cargo, would steal away into the night.

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The coach driver knew the rocky road that would take the couple far from Harroway Village and out of the reach of Selene’s parents. Joffrey looked back as the lights of the township started to fade into the distance, and he then sat back in the comfortable plush velvet seating, drawing the curtain closed, so it gave Selene and himself more privacy. With his Selene nestled close to his chest, and she was actually letting out a contented sigh, Joffrey himself started to relax at last. He knew this was a bold and outrageous move to be making, but in his eyes, he was just saving his parents the trouble, and once the union was sealed by the giant, there was little to nothing anyone could do. Joffrey reached for a fur that was laid on the opposite seat and draped it across them both, gently kissing the top of Selene’s head.

“I have so much making up to do, for everything I have put you through.” He said, loud enough for her to hear, as his hand rest upon her stomach. “Your parents may hate me all the more, but I care not for what others think now, only you.” Joffrey drew her closer to him, and kept her warm beneath the fur, as the coach trundled along the rocky road to Olaf’s temple at the top of the mountain.

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Selene smiled softly and closed her eyes, reaching one hand down to clasp Joffrey’s. She knew they could spend hours begging forgiveness from one another, but that’s not what she wanted. Reaching down to caress her stomach, she murmured sleepily“You have nothing to make up for…I should never have doubted you, my love.” She fell silent as she recalled how angry he was and how he revealed his demon to her. The very thought got the baby within to go insane. Wincing in pain, she frowned slightly “Ornery little thing…” Turning her chin up, she smiled gently and began to nibble along Joffrey’s jaw affectionately. She did not want her love to worry about how he had treated her before. It was in the past and she knew she had forgiven him the moment he took her in his arms back at the inn. All she wanted was to be his alone. Sitting still once more so she did not provoke him sexually while he was trying to be a dutiful husband, she thought about her parents. Sure, they would be upset but at least they were married, right? Joffrey was the father of her child, they were in love, and they were engaged as it were. Now everything could work out. Squeezing her dark prince’s hand gently, she whispered “Father will forgive you. He wants what is best for me, and that is you.” With that, she fell silent once more and cuddled against Joffrey under the fur.
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Metia remained quiet on the bed, she didn’t moved an inch, not even when Henry was out of the bed and already dressing himself. It was on that moment she knew she screwed it up. He was now looking at her in a different way, and for some odd reason that made her heart ache. Was he lying when she said she was the most beautiful woman? That he couldn’t adore or love any other woman but her? Was he just using her? She thought she would always have his love, and now she began to wonder why was she even caring about this. Why was she even caring that he loved her or not? Probably because he was the only person out there that could make sure she wouldn’t destroy herself by thinking she was ugly. It was actually thanks of him, that she always had this big confidence of herself at times. If Henry liked her and her body, she thought she could make any man fall in love with her, and that she would never look ugly. But now the tables turned, and Henry was upset.
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When he said “Arrange for Selene to be taken home when you wake. After that…I may call for you.” a tear quickly fell down from her eye. And all she could hear next was the door closing, which meant he left the room. She pressed her palm against her face, covering her eyes. Why was she even crying for an angel? But she did had to fix this. She had to find a soul to take, and quickly. Then she had to talk out with her husband, and apologize him for her behavior, that she was just extremely tired and stressed due Selene’s situation. But little did she know her daughter right now was running away with Joffrey. But it was clever from Joffrey doing that, because Metia was certain she didn’t wanted Selene to have that baby. She allowed herself to fall asleep thanks to the crying and how tired she was.

She was probably sleeping for a hour or something, and whenever she woke up, she picked up the same old brown dress, and her fur. She dressed herself with those clothing, even tho there was a servant saying he had already her Queen dress, but she didn’t wanted such thing, for now. She went to Selene’s room, and began to knock the door. Nobody answered her, which made her open the door, and for her shock, her daughter wasn’t there. She just began to panic around, and yelling at the people inside the inn, wanting them to tell where her daughter was, but nobody knew. This was only making Metia’s dark heart to ache even more. First it was her husband leaving her, now her daughter? But maybe she went with him? Even tho he told her to bring Selene home after her waking up.
Metia was worried like hell, but the thought on going after a soul right now was invading her mind again. She quickly left the Inn, even tho some servants tried go after her, but she ordered them to leave her alone, and she would just use some horse that was there. She just ride the horse around the village, and after few minutes, she found a beautiful woman in an alley, of course she took that chance to kill the woman right there.
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Jumping off from the horse, Metia walked closer to the woman, and with her strength, she was able to grab the woman’s neck tightly, and slowly lift her up from the ground, her feet wasn’t touching the ground anymore. Opening her mouth, we could see like some white cloud coming from the woman’s mouth and going into Metia’s mouth, that was basically the girls soul. It only took her seconds for do this, and she dropped the dead body on the ground. This was just enough for change her skin color, and not look so ill, of course she was still skinny. But she would get better, if she took another soul, however, that could wait for now, since the only change that was needed to be made in her body was her weight.
Jumping back on the horse, she just made her way back to her kingdom, so she could meet up with her husband again, and make sure if her daughter was with him or not.

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The Carriage finally came to a stop, with the driver pulling up hard on the reigns, and the horses snorting and braying, for they were fearful of what they could hear up ahead. Joffrey was awoken as the carriage shunted, and then stopped moving, and he pushed open the curtain, seeing the blazing torches of the Mountain temple entrance. They had arrived, and by the lit torches, it meant that Olaf was in residence. This was indeed a good sign. Feared by many of the people of Night Lands, Joffrey had managed to strike up an unusual friendship some years ago with the Giant. Since that time, Joffrey had often come to pay tributes to Olaf, and listen to the many tales, of those that had ruled the lands, before the dawn of the ages. Joffrey gently shook Selene, and smiled at her, his eyes showing a bright glistening of red, as he opened the carriage door.

“We’re here.”

Stepping out of the carriage, he offers Selene his hand, as from deep within the temple, there was the low roar of the Giant himself.

“FEE FI FO FUM…..I SMELL SOMETHING AND ITS NOT MY BUM!”

“Ahahahaha. witty as always Olaf. Tis I, Joffrey of the House of Brax. I have with me my future wife, and I wish you to do the honors to wed us.”

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The Giant emerged from the Temple, simply enormous, and his appearance would scare away the bravest of Knights, but to Joffrey, he was simply adorable. The Giant looked down at Selene, and then sneered;

“Mind if I have a prod at her…I promise to be gentle.” he said, licking his lips. Joffrey chuckled and then wrapped his arm around Selene tightly and wiggled his finger at the oversized Giant. “No, I already did that and she is with child.” Joffrey was now as proud as punch about the fact he was able to prove his manhood, even if he didn’t get to…you know.

“Spoil my fun, wee Prince Joff. Hmmph. Well…alright, bring her in, and I do the ceremony. THEN I PROD AT HER!”

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Joffrey laughed and then sighed as he led Selene inside the temple.

“He’s such a kidder.”

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Selene woke up gently as she was prodded, giving Joffrey a sleepy smile. “We’re there already…?” His red eyes were a bit foreboding, but she stepped out of the carriage calmly. “Where are we…?” Looking around, she then jumped as she heard a loud voice. Looking at Joffrey frantically, she stepped closer and grabbed his arm. As Olaf made his appearance, Selene could only stare at his massive form. She hid her face into Joffrey’s arm until she heard Olaf speak. Stepping away from Joffrey towards Olaf, she frowned and pointed a finger at him “I will prod you right between the legs!” Her stomach began to hurt and she winced, her eyes flashing a bright red. Glaring daggers at the giant, she put a hand on her belly and tried to calm down. Rounding of Joffrey suddenly, she shoved him “Oh that’s real nice! What a romantic way of putting it!” Spinning around on her heels, she stormed off towards the temple. Keeping her distance from Joffrey, she shot him another look “Where are your pretty words now…” The demon seed was clearly having his own fun within his mummy.

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A burst of light shone down through the clouds, as Sir Wayne stood holding his horse, waiting for hours now for Calypso. But what got the Knight’s attention was just who was soaring in from the direction of the Night Lands. It was none other than the King himself, and oddly with very little on. The Angel swooped down from the heavens, though his face looked dark for some reason, running on landing, his wings still beating, he slowly came to a stop, folding them back behind himself. His muscles gleaming and rippling, and Sir Wayne stood silently patting his horse. Something, was indeed wrong.

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“Sire…where is your horse?”

“I..decided to take a more scenic route home.”

“Ah…then Welcome home, M’lord.” The Knight raised his fist to his chest and bowed, as the King approached him. His face was stern and he asked the Knight;

“Has the Queen returned, with Selene?”

“No, Sire…I have been standing here many hours, and there has been no one but the stable hands.”

The King’s face was ashen, and he nodded but once. Then said; “Calypso won’t be leaving today, as soon as Selene returns from the Night lands, she is to be cared for by the Queen’s personal servant. You may go about your normal duties. I know you are still injured from the tournament, and I think its wise you have time to recover.”

The Knight appeared confused by all this, but didn’t question the King.

“As you wish, Sire.” The Knight then led his horse away back towards the camping grounds, where his staff would be more than happy to see him return, while the King stormed inside.

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The festivities had long since past from the day, and now sir Arthur sat in his “throne” as you may call it, which he has held as champion of the Knight’s Tourney since sir Wayne had left some time ago, of course, before his wife had died. He could still scarcely believed it. He was no fan of goody too shoes, but no matter how many times he tried, Ambrosia always managed to grow on him. Her new nickname fit her perfectly. It was a shame that such a beautiful person had to leave this world so soon, and the sun would shine a little darker from then on.

Sipping from his golden goblet of wine, still fully dressed in his armor, but his wings had been allowed to sheath., he watched as the king re entered the courtyard. He had had his eyes on Sir Wayne for some time now as he stood about, obviously awaiting something that never showed. He watched their conversation, and could see the worry on the kings face and the confusion Sir Wayne held in his posture. this brought a level of curious thought to Arthur’s mind.

As the Knight made his way back to his tent, Arthur stood and moved to intercept him with a few mighty leaps to close the distance just as the knight was entering his tent. “Sir Wayne…a moment…if you please.”

Metia was finally able to arrive her castle, it was like hell riding this things, she never thought riding a horse was so hard. Well, she spends her whole time stuck in the castle, doing the Queen’s duties, and it isn’t really the Queen work to be on a horse, that’s why she had a hard time on getting used to it.
Reaching her castle, she jumped off her horse, and asked a servant if her daughter was here with her husband. They only said the King had returned but not the princess. Metia gasped, and felt like someone was grabbing her heart and squeezing it hard, doing the same with her lungs, and making her unable to breathe for seconds.Oh god, she didn’t knew why she was so emotional today, but tears was already coming back in her eyes, leaving them red, but she still didn’t allowed a tear to slid down. Why wasn’t her daughter here? Where was she then? Joffrey didn’t took her away, did he? Anger and sadness was filling Metia, once more.
She rushed inside the hallways, trying her best to find her husband, she had to warn him about her daughter being missing. And she finally found him, through the hallways as well.
“Henry!”
She shouted, having a shaking tone in her voice.
She picked up the edge of the horrible brown dress that she was wearing back in the inn, and ran towards him. She first bowed her head, since she was afraid if he was still upset with her from what happen back in the Inn, then she looked up at him with her watery red eyes.
“Our daughter..she’s gone..She wasn’t in the inn when I woke up. I thought you took her with her, but the servants said you was the only who returned not Selene.”
She was trying her best to be calm.
“I want my daughter back.”

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The King was standing inside, with many servants now around him and fitting him with appropriate attire. His wings were on full display behind him as he held his arms out and then was dressed by the young servant maids, who did their duties wordlessly. The King’s expression was…unreadable. It was as if he himself had changed, but of course the reason as to why, would come to be discovered later. As the servants finished, they all stood back and bowed to the King, as he stood with raised head, staring out the nearest pane glass window. It was then the shout of Metia reached his ears, and he turned around slowly, not showing an sign of smile of welcome.

“Henry!”

“My Queen?” He simply asked the question, a paleness in his eyes. He looked at her in the same brown dress and fur, but her colour and life had returned to her cheeks and skin. That in itself made no sense, but what she said, made things a whole lot worse.

“Our daughter..she’s gone..She wasn’t in the inn when I woke up. I thought you took her with her, but the servants said you was the only who returned not Selene.”

He strode across the floor, his hands curling into fists as he stood and looked down at her, his words said with a firmness, and there was no love or powerful sonnets.

“You were instructed to bring our daughter home from the Night lands. Of course I returned on my own.” He started to walk around her slowly, and listened as she struggled to be calm. “I want my daughter back.” Course she did, she always got what she wanted. But not anymore. The King came to a stop, and then snapped his finger for a messenger. The messenger came in on bended knee and the King said;

“Send word to the King of Brax that our daughter, Selene is missing presumably with that son of his, the Prince somewhere in Night lands. Tell him, I want them found, and if they are not found….I will declare war.”

The messenger bowed and scrapped, then ran out of the castle, his wings opening out behind him, as he took off into the sky. With that being said and done, the King then silently left the room, and the Queen to her devices.

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If Terran’s remark that Jack could usually be found here was anything to go by, then it shouldn’t be much longer. Dreamily, she wondered if this Jack, was as handsome as the Prince Derek, for many of the two legged were handsome, just like Terran. Amber noticed that the Captain was keeping an eagle eye out on the other patrons, though she didn’t get that it was their purses he fancied. She leaned over and said quietly;

“Tell me, what does this Jack looks like, so that I might keep an eye out for him, Captain.”

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Jack kept staring at the woman, wondering what the hell was her problem. She wanted him to walk her at home and wanted him to waste his gold on her. For god sake, he would only waste his gold on rum, not with women, what was their problem anyway? Gold was precious. We can’t waste it on people like that, that’s foolish.
“Ok, we can do this. We go to a tavern, and I will pay you with alcohol, at least I will be wasting my money on something worth of it.”
He told her, as he poked his chin with his index finger, like he was thinking, but then he just pointed at her, while he spoke. He’d rather pay her some drinks, and then he can drink as well. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to go the same Tavern where he came from, he would just go to another, even tho he already knew the all taverns around here, and of course, they already knew him as well. The only new Tavern that he went, was the one minutes ago where those all guys started to follow him.
“Let’s go, skinny legs.”
He didn’t knew her name, so he would just pick up a nickname for her, she should be glad that he didn’t picked up some dirty nickname for her, since she was a hooker. Soon he turned around, and began to walk, his walk was different, his hands was always in the air while he poked his middle finger against his thumb and walked like that, kind of weird, since he spent his entire life drunk. He just hoped the hooker would follow him as well. If she wanted something from him, the only thing he could give her was a drink, so all she had to do was just follow him.

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“Jack!! You son of a bitch, you own me money!
Yes, this was the first words Jack heard whenever he got inside the Tavern. Now he was owning money to people? Well, when he gets more drunk than he should he doesn’t remember if he pays or not. The voice came from the bartender, that was all mad.
“You better pay what you own, which is ten gold coins! Or else I will have your head. Understood?!”
The man keep on shouting, while Jack was just on the door. Some people remained quiet, to watch the bartender rage on Jack.
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Jack stared at the bartender, with a confused expression, trying to remember his face, he was never good with faces, he couldn’t remember him out of nowhere. But oh well, if he wanted to live he had to act nice, and give his money, right? That’s the problem, Jack wanted to live, but he would never give his money.
“I understand everything.”
Jack replayed with a silly smile upon his face.
“You will have your money, and I will give your Tavern some new entertainment.”
Jack already had an idea in mind. He wasn’t going to use his money, he was going to gain money from other people, and then give it to the bartender. He walked up to a table, where it had only one person, a very skinny fellow, and he even began to wonder how he was still alive in such place like this.
“Go away.”
Jack said, while moving his hands like he was making a cat going away. Then he moved the table, a bit to the center from the Tavern, and brought two chairs, placing them on each edge from the table, the table was actually small, so they would never stay too far away from each other, if somebody sat down on the chairs.
“Let’s do some arm wrestling competition! We bet ten gold coins from each “fighter”. An whoever wins stays with the all gold!”
Jack said this out loud, whenever he stood up on the table, so everybody could have their attention on him, even tho he already got that all attention as soon as he stepped inside. Nobody was interesting on this game, this people was just dumb, do they even know how easy this was for gain money?
“You idiots, it means if you win you will have twenty gold coins.”
Jack said with a huff, as he couldn’t believe this guys was that dumb.
“I will go first!
A built man spoke out since he got interested after hearing the word twenty. He placed ten gold coins upon the table, and looked down at Jack. Jack looked up at him with a weird expression on, this was his opponent? Well damn, Jack was screwed. He was extremely lazy when it comes to do exercise so of course he wasn’t that muscled man.
“Okay then..”
He dropped ten gold coins over the table, and sat down. He waited for the male to sit down as well. Placed his elbow over the table, and grabbed the male’s hand. He began to count 1,2,3, and whenever he said 3 it had already started. Jack was trying his best to not let his hand touch the table. Now it was time for his trick. He removed his foot from his shoe, and stretched out his leg. Jack had this ability that using his toes was basically the same as using his fingers, so what he did was simple tickle the guys side. This gave him a second of weakness, and Jack took that chance to slam the man’s hand against the table. And he won.
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He quickly shoved his foot back into his shoe, and stood up from the chair, kind of clumsy.
“Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again.”
He was so not going to do this again. He picked up his gold, and stared down at the male that now was disappointed with himself. He tossed ten gold coins at the bartender, and smirked. Now he already had payed what he owned, and he still had his ten gold coins.

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While Jack was entertaining many of the locals that frequented the inn, and Terren was now taken up in watching the ordeal between Jack and the others, Amber spotted a fresh mug of rum on another table, and slyly stole it while no one was watching. She had found a taste for fire like drink, and though the mug looked far too big in her dainty hands, she consumed the lot. A loud gasp and she exhaled, clearly relishing in the excitement of stealing the drink from an old sailor, as she did actually drinking it.

So this was the Knight that Terren had spoke of? Well, he looked more like a pirate of the seas, than an actual Knight. Not that she had actually MET many knights, but there was something, fishy about him. A rogue, and a playful one at that. But seemed that he had made many enemies, since he booked up a tab here and there.

Again Terren was off and away with his split personality, that truly had Amber intrigued. She sat upon the small rickety chair with a grin that suggested she truly had too much to drink. She didn’t mind if she had been forgotten by the pirates, who were doing blokey things, like threatening each other with swords. Must be some kind of odd ritual, for there was much laughter afterwards.

Slowly, Amber started to sway, as the drink was going to her head.

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Her name is…well I don’t know what her name is, but I’m quite certain it doesn’t even have Fishy anywhere in it….I’d feel foolish if it did….. He slapped Jack on the shoulder with his smile returned. I’ve been looking you….I might be the only one who is, that you don’t owe…..we both know that nobody owes Captain Terren Avery for very long…….anyways, what with your fancy Knighthood and such, I need you to point me way to the nearest Prince. He gestured for Amber to come over. My Lovely Friend here, would very much like to speak to this um…what was the Lad’s name again? He waited to see if the drunken Mermaid would even make it over to them, let alone answer his question.

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Truth about a mermaid. On land, she is harmless, but under the sea, that is a whole different kettle of fish. Terren didn’t appear to be all that amused with how Jack described her, though he was at a loss to her name. He knew that her name wasn’t “Fishy” that was for sure and Amber was only to happy to reveal her name and that of the beautiful Prince on the locket. She held out the trinket to the Pirate Knight Jack, and then said in a soft voice.

“His name is Prince Derek, of Casterly. He is very handsome, see….on this locket?” She then swayed again, the rum making her hiccup. “My father named me, Amber, Lady Amber Rinks.” she nodded and then face desked onto the table top, starting to snore.

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Selene let out a shriek as Joffrey scooped her up, her legs kicking wildly as she flailed in his arms “Joffrey stop it! Put me down, this isn’t funny!” As she was placed down, she gave him another shove and glared at him “You are not taking this serious. I will eat you…” Her eyes still glowed red as her inner demon/bridezilla began to shine through. Looking up at Olaf, she raised a finger again “If you forget my name again, I will castrate you and keep your testicles as a wedding present.” Clearing her throat, she smoothed her hair down and looked around. Picking up a flower, she placed it in her hair and spun around to give her fiance a sickly sweet smile. Leaning close, she whispered wickedly in his ear “I will have to give you one of your own famous spankings later…” Pulling back, she looked into his eyes and as the priest began to trip over the vows, she could feel her love for the crazy prince warming her body. Her eyes faded back to green as she smiled softly. He may not have been taking it as seriously as she imagined, but she enjoyed how carefree and wild he was. Just part of the dark prince package deal. Placing her hands in his, she continued to look up at him adoringly and murmured “I do…”

Selene was a changed woman. The demon spawn within her had given her a new lease on life; an evil one. And Joffrey, was madly, hopelessly….and deeply in love. It was one thing to love an Angel, but when that same angel, threatens to spank you, well, he oddly felt that he was getting aroused, and…it was showing. All the shoving and the angered words, was not only making Olaf the Giant teary, for his own lady Giant used to do exactly the same thing, before she fell off a beanstalk.

“If you forget my name again, I will castrate you and keep your testicles as a wedding present.”

“Oh, no…never Little Princess. I like my meat and two vege where they be hanging, and not in your parlor.”

Joffrey made a cooing sound and tilted his head over to rest just atop of Selene’s, as the Giant continued with the ceremony, not before giving his crotch a good pat, just in case she ever carried out her threat, and he wanted to remember what they felt like.

“Right right…ahem…Do you…Salene Casterly, take thee Joffrey Brax, to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, to love…and all that other mucky stuff…till death you do part?”

“I do..” Selene said, placing her hands in Joffrey’s, and he squeezed them tight, unable to look away from her. She radiated fire, passion, and such love.

“Marvelous. Right…Prince Joffrey Brax, do you take the Little Princess Selene Casterly, to be your lawfully wedded wife..”

“I do..”

“I haven’t finished the words…in the book..”

“I do anyways…I do..I do…I DO!”

“Psh..fine. By the power vested in me, and under the Temple of Ock, and the magic words of Beackencrack. I hereby pronounce you…Husband, and wifey. You may …”

But before Olaf could even finish his sentence, Joffrey, had bent his head forward, and pressed his lips to his beautiful bride, Selene. He had at last found the joy of love in his bundle of angelic goodness, with the tiny core of evil, that was soon to be their first born. Cupping her face in his hands, the kiss would be one for the record books. It just went on and on…and on.

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Olaf wiped a tear away, and sniffed loudly.

“I always cry at weddings…”

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Selene began to giggle against Joffrey’s lips as he kissed her for so long. Shoving him away playfully, she laughed “Save it for the honeymoon…” Her eyes were lit up with love and happiness at his eagerness to finally be her husband. Turning to the giant, she waved at him daintily and with an approving nod “That was excellent, dear. You are just a big teddy bear, aren’t you?”
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Turning back to her now husband, Selene pulled him in for another kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped up off the ground and deepened the kiss. She was so excited to finally be his, and she felt nothing could tear them apart. After groping him naughtily while giving him a very passionate kiss, she pulled herself away to look down at him “I think I owe you a pleasurable experience, love.” Her eyes flashed wickedly as she smiled impishly. This demon within her was driving her inner most pleasures to the surface, and she was having a very hard time behaving.

She began to ignore the giant’s existence as she murmured into his ear “I love you, Prince Joffrey Brax. I will love you til the end of time.” Snuggling into his neck, she couldn’t think of what could be more perfect than this moment. They were finally husband and wife, and she wanted nothing more than to ravage him.

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The vase hit the door as the other servant hurried to shut it. She was only acting angry, and acting angry at herself. She had chickened out on her trip. She would have to come up with a new plan. She had pretended to fall asleep while packing, and had awoken with her “illness” lessened. Some other female servants had come in to coddle her, but one of them had made a mistake of informing her she was to watch over Selene when she returned.

She sighed quietly, hiding the bag she had packed under her bed. She was going to have to formally apologize to the king and Sir Wayne. The thought made her blood feel like acid, but she knew she needed to keep up appearances.

This was not going to be easy.

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Opening the book, she was immediately lost in the story. A smile remained on her lips as she turned the pages, and a few men who were wandering the bookshelves kept giving the beauty a stare. She hardly noticed, she never really did. The book was so enticing it was as though she were lost in her own little world. A fire crackled close by, lighting up her face and the pages more clearly. It was a charming and inviting atmosphere, and Phoebe felt as though she could stay for hours.

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“But, I feel like I know you. I want to see you.”

The young man said desperately to the Shifter woman, who only smiled as innocently as she could and shook her head.

“I have no desire for male company at the moment, good sir.”

She said, being as apologetic as she could but not really feeling that sorry for the boy. He was youthfully handsome, not the best man out there but fairly decent with dreamy blue eyes and dark, curly hair. He tried to hide it, but when desperate, at this moment in time, his thick Scottish accent came out. Amelia’s attention was now on the row of books before her, fiction romance novels and poetry. Her favorite genre, she gently ran her finger over the spine of a book as she read the title. Grimm’s Fairy Tales. She smiled to herself, ignoring the on going pleading from the boy, and gently took the book from its place at the shelf.

“I think we could work, miss.”

The boy said to her with a broken expression. She felt bad now, she honestly did, but the boy was young, younger than her perhaps in his early teens. Also, Amelia had no interest in settling with one man, not that she’d ever had a man in her life before. Maybe that was why she didn’t desire one now. With a blank expression she held up her hand, palm facing towards herself to show off her mother’s flashy wedding ring. The boy stepped back, a look of shock on his face as if he’d never seen it before.

“My apologies.”

He said sheepishly and within a moment had his attention on an innocent looking blonde girl sitting and reading a book. The boy stepped towards the blonde girl and began to speak.

“Hello-”

He started but was suddenly pulled back by Amelia, who gave him a cold glare.

“Do you honestly think that if I turned you down, she wouldn’t?”

Amelia said, acknowledging the girl’s beauty and eying all the men who stopped to admire her. The boy slumped his shoulder and left the book store. Amelia smiled, pleased with herself.

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Standing up slowly, she smoothed her dress out and walked over to Amelia. Pressing the book to her chest with both hands, she looked at her with a small smile and murmured “Thank you for that…I don’t particularly enjoy being disturbed when reading.” Looking at the book in the stranger’s hand, her smile grew bigger. “Grimm’s Fairy Tales! One of my absolute favorites.” Her smile was charming and engaging as she locked her green eyes with the woman. Holding out with one hand while pressing the book to her chest still with the other, she bowed her head in greeting and introduced herself. “Phoebe Lynch. Please, just call me Phoebe.”

As she waited for the woman to introduce herself, the History Section caught her eye over Amelia’s shoulder. Smiling at her apologetically, she stepped away and walked up to the shelf. There was a gold book that stuck out from among the others. There was a strange aura around her as she stepped up to it, an invisible breeze whipping her hair about. Looking back at Amelia nervously, she turned back around and pulled the book off the shelf. As it lay in her hand, it opened up on its own and whipped through pages. Gasping, Phoebe watched in wonder as it finally lay open. Saint Selene stared back at her, and it was as if she were looking in a mirror. Stepping away from the shelves, she began to frown and walked to a plump chair. Collapsing in it, she could only stare at the book with a mix of wonder and horror.

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She gave him a peculiar look before nodding and walking over to the appropriate section. Grabbing a stack of books containing far too many books, she struggled back to the corner of the library. Grabbing a plump chair near the professor, she sat in the seat with a loud sigh and looked at him. Raising an eyebrow, she gave him another smile and began to read the closest book that described the nature of angels. She remained silent as she studied, excepting the sound of the pages turning and her foot tapping the chair. Phoebe was used to men being annoyed with her, but she wouldn’t let it get in the way of reading. It was her favorite past-time, after all. Glancing up after a few moments, she watched the man mouth the words to his text and push his glasses up. He was quite handsome but seemed a bit stuffy. He looked educated though and she kept that thought in the back of her mind as she turned back to her book.
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Amelia watched as the boy left, making sure he actually left the store and didn’t just hide behind some bookshelves. Knowing that he was gone, Amelia turned to the girl with the triumphant smile still on her face.

“I know how you feel. I’m sorry he disturbed you. Handsome lad, really, just very forward.”

She said matter of factually and looked down at the book she held in her own hands as the girl did. A bright smile came to her face as the girl recognized it.

“I must have read this book a thousand times, I absolutely love it.”

Amelia locked her own forest eyes on Phoebe’s. She took the girl’s offered hand and shook it as if they were long time friends.

“Amelia Grey. Or Mia if you prefer.”

The Grey heir said and followed the girl’s gaze to the golden book. Hmm, that’s a new one. Amelia thought then she nodded to Phoebe’s apologetic smile, understanding how intriguing books always seem to pull someone towards them. Amelia then turned her attention to the man in the corner who spoke to Phoebe and herself. Amelia cocked her head to the side and put on a confused expression.

“Library, I thought this was the pub.”

She said with a sweet smile and turned to scan the area. She picked out an excluded couch near the entrance and took her seat. She did not cross her legs, she did not cross her ankles like any normal high class woman. Instead, she pulled both her legs up, bending her knees and letting her shoes barely stretch over to the second cushion. She gently pulled her ruby red dress over so her legs couldn’t be seen and only the tips of her shoes black shoes peeked out. She leaned one elbow on the arm of the chair, resting her cheek in her palm and turned the pages until she arrived at a story titled: Rumpelstiltskin.

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That book was published by the only Man who truly knows anything about realms outside of basic understanding. You won’t find it here on the shelves……not if the Fat Cats who run the World from behind the scenes have any say in it……and they do….rather too much I’d reckon. He waited for her to take the book, then nodded curtly, returning his attention to Homer’s Odyssey. If she opened it she would see the Author to be none other than Professor Gerard Reynault, Professor of Theology & Occult Studies.

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She frowned at him. How could her books be outdated? Such an idea seemed foreign to her as she was far too trustworthy of the librarians around her. Looking towards the help desk, her eyebrows furrowed speculatively before she faced the professor. Looking at the book he offered but not yet taking it, she asked “Who are you?” Her manners had been set aside as he seemed to find her presence annoying. There was no point in winning him over with pretty words. Brushing a lock of blonde-white hair out of her face, she sighed and added more politely “I’m Phoebe Lynch. Just Phoebe, please.” Grabbing the book with both hands, she winced and dragged it onto her lap. Looking at the cover, she ran her fingertips over it again as she listened to him speak about the author. He seemed to have a thorough knowledge on the subject and as he seemed to be brushing her off, she took his word for it. With only a quiet “Thank you.” She said no more to him and began to read. Her eyebrows furrowed again in concentration as she tried to understand the material.

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Gerard looked back up at the Girl as she sat back down. He sighed. Jesus Uncircumcised Christ, you’re still here….. He slammed the book closed and sat back up. Look…I’m sorry if I’m not precisely sociable…I just find People rather….useless. Books, books are the thing….knowledge. If you’ve interest in knowledge, then perhaps we will have something amiable to discuss. He eyed the other redhead suspiciously, feeling as if she were watching them. Which she was and it made him uncomfortable to be watched. He shot a look at her. If you’re going to eve’s drop Girl, don’t you think it would be better to sit closer and perhaps engage a bit? Otherwise kindly stop boring holes into our respective heads…..you have excellent taste in Fairy Tales by the by….on another note…not all of what the Grimm’s wrote was a total work of Fiction…. He jumped from insult to compliment like it was a routine. But then returned his attention to Phoebe without going into details about his wild statement about the Grimm Tales. He rarely felt like he needed to justify anything he said, as it was absolutely correct in his mind.

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He saw the other Girl still watching. Why was it that People never disappeared? He gave her a polite smile, as if it were the first time seeing her, and waved a bit. Um…lovely day yes….. Or whatever it was that Normal People said to one another in greetings he thought to himself as he then looked back to his book awkwardly uncomfortable.

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With a nod of his head, Levi murmured a polite thank you and headed over. The young woman had a stack of books near her as she leaned over, looking as though she were harassing the professor and quite possibly trying to get a rise out of him. Raising an eyebrow, Levi immediately recognized Gerard. As Levi was high up on The Council, he was able to hear a great many things. What he heard about the professor was both a mixture of genius and pure insanity. Shaking his head, he pushed back the questions of why she chose an audience with this sort of man and took a seat next to her. “Afternoon, Miss. Levi Bianchi.”He flashed her his boyish smile and offered his hand.

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Phoebe leaned back from the professor and stared at the angel nervously. It wasn’t a rarity that men often tried to speak to her, but none were nearly as handsome and forward as the angel that stood before her. It rather unsettled her. Closing the book that Gerard had given her, she looked him up and down before taking his hand “Phoebe Lynch. Please, just Phoebe.”Withdrawing her hand, she looked at him expectantly to explain what it was that he wanted.

Levi crossed his legs and placed his hands on the top of his knee as he looked at her in an assessing manner. Saying nothing for a few moments, he then turned his attention to the professor. “I see you are attempting to find some solace in your usual place, Professor.” That was the only greeting he gave the man before his eyes flicked back to Phoebe. Smiling, he tilted his head slightly. “That is quite a lovely name, Phoebe. It suits you.”

The young woman frowned slightly as he tried to work pretty words on her. “Thank you, it was my grandmother’s name.”Adjusting herself in her chair uncomfortably, she crossed her arms. “What is it that you want, Mr. Bianchi.”

Raising a hand, Levi murmured “Please, Mr. Bianchi is my father. Levi will do.” Phoebe offered him a mocking smile but said nothing else as she waited for an answer. Chuckling, Levi leaned forward and placed a hand on his chin. “Tell me, what do you know of Saint Selene.”

Phoebe fought back the urge to groan and looked away, rolling her eyes. “Oh, not you too…”

Levi quirked a brow at Gerard before glancing back at Phoebe. “I see you are acquainted with the subject.”

She nodded impatiently a flicked a hand towards Gerard. “He has been going on about her for quite some time. He has even agreed to tutor me further in the subject.”

Smiling slightly, Levi nodded “And why does this Saint matter so much to you to go so far as hiring a tutor?”

Her eyebrows knit together “Is that really a concern of yours?”

Nodding, Levi leaned forward to speak close to her, grabbing her chin to keep from leaning away. “It concerns me completely, as well as my family.” With that, he stood up and grabbed her hand, successfully making her stand with him. “I’m sorry dear, but you must come with me. I will explain once we are settled in my home.” Placing his hat on his head, he tipped it to Gerard before dragging Phoebe by her hand.

Phoebe struggled and let out a shriek “I am not going anywhere with you! Unhand me at once, sir!” Levi did nothing of the sort, but simply chuckled and continued pulling her. She whipped around and called wildly to Gerard, much to the chagrin of the librarian. “You can’t let him do this to me! This is kidnapping!” But before she could even hear if the professor would try to stop Levi, the angel had dragged her out the front doors. She let out a scream and threw tiny punches with her free hand on his back that he hardly felt. Smirking, he whipped around and tossed her onto his shoulder. Little did she know that once they disappeared through the door, he used his power of invisibility to keep others from both seeing and hearing them. She continued fighting for a while as he walked before he finally tapped her on the arse, sending a small current through her body that sent her unconscious. Nodding with satisfaction, he carried his prize over his shoulder all the way home.

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“Oh…guessing games? How delightful. Let’s see now. How did I know who you were? Yes, that is a tricky one”

At that point a small white dove flew into the window, and rested upon Winnie’s shoulders as she tapped her lip. “How did I know?” She turned her head towards the white dove and whispered. “Should I tell her?” The dove started to coo as if it was talking to Winnie. Winnie acted like she understood, then nodded and whispered back to the dove. “I do thank you, but you might want to rest in a tree, for Mr Snookims wants to eat you for tea.” This was true, the white cat had already spotted the dove and was pawing at Winnie’s leg, all hopeful. The Dove took to the wing and then crapped on the cat as it flew back outside. This had Winnie laugh lightly and then remember she had a guest.

“Where was I? Oh yes, how did I know? A little bird told me.” She said proudly. The dove of course, was the spirit of the Lord. But Winnie was not about to explain that part. “Next question, who am I? Why I am Miss Winifred Childs, but you can call me Winnie. I own this delightful bed sit and boarding house for young ladies. Rather nice, don’t you think?” Winnie said, gesturing to the room with her free hand. The cat was now trying to get the dove poo off its fur without success.

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“And the last question, what am I? Oh that’s easy my dear. I am one of God’s chosen. An Angel that walks amongst the living. And I would say you are too.” Miss Childs said slyly.

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Her skin of her back tingled, her wings threatening to reveal themselves and possibly knocking over all the little knick-knacks and bobbles decorating the beautiful sitting room. She had to grit her teeth hard to keep that from happening.

Evangeline was quiet possibly one of the most clumsiest Angels you’d ever meet.

She waited until the feeling had passed, and noticed that Winnie had yet to speak to her. She looked up slowly to see that Winnie was quite possibly laughing at her.

The Lord may have informed Winnie of the impending arrival of the angel to her boarding house, but He left out one tiny itsy bitsy piece of information. Evangeline, was the biggest klutz to ever be sent down from heaven. The dramatic display, with the girl practically throwing herself at Winnie’s feet had the Elder Angel almost spill her tea on her lap. Mr Snookim’s screeched as an ornament fell from a table and bounced off his tail, sending him scurrying off into the next room, where you heard the shriek of Veronica who was almost upended by the runaway mad cat. With wide eyes, Winnie quickly set down her tea cup, and said repeatedly;

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“Not the wings….not the wings….not inside…I have Royal Doulton that is irreplaceable!”

Thankfully, Evangeline managed to keep her wings in check, but only just. Taking the girls hands, she held them firmly, and then stared straight into her eyes.

“Child…calm yourself. The Lord works in mysterious ways, but He always has reason for what He does. Clearly…*she sighed*…He had a reason to send you here. And a sense of humor I might add.”

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Catching her breath, she showed another smile, though her own feathers had been rustled and asked. “Please…take your seat again, and tell me…why you think you were sent to me?’

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“I honestly don’t know why I was sent here. I was simply told I was being sent somewhere that may have need of me. I teleported to where I was told…and ended up in the bushes. I truely hate teleporting anywhere. I always end up off the mark and it’s very discouraging.” Evangeline sighed, sipping her tea and holding her cup tightly so that she wouldn’t fidget with her hands. She took a folded slip of paper from the pocket of her cloak and opened it. “I’m to take up a position as a school teacher for Third Form on Monday.” she stated, reading over the information she was given before her arrival.

“I’m a fish floundering in a sea of uncertanty.” Evangeline sighed. A yawn caught her and she quickly covered her mouth, as manners dicated, so as not to be offensive to her hostess.

“My apologies. I seem to be running out of steam, so to speak. Is there some place that I may rest?”

“You poor dear. Such a long way to come, and you probably haven’t had a good night’s rest in a while. Well, have no fear. There is a room all set and ready for you, top of the stairs, first door on the left. Veronica made sure to place clean sheets on the bed, fresh towels and a wash basin. Chamber pot is under the bed….and…yes, it has the finest down pillow and duvet cover. You will be snug as a bug. Don’t worry about the school or your new assignment. The Lord shall provide the answers to all your questions when you wake.”

The Elder angel rose to standing, and then picked up the bell beside her, ringing it twice. Veronica appeared and dropped a curtsy. “Miss?” Winnie smiled and asked her maid politely. “The poor dear is ready to retire for the evening. Make sure she has her clothes and her bag placed in her closet as soon as they are dry from the dunking in the bird bath.” Veronica smiled and then gestured for Evangelina to follow her. “This way please, Miss.”

As she would follow the maid out, Winnie would sit back down and take up her needle point, starting her sewing again, as the clock on the mantle chimed merrily.

“You can come out now, Mr Snookims. The young angel is upstairs.”

“Meow?”

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The door slammed, and Amos’ eyes held coldly upon the upper part of the stairs. This ends now Instantly, he dissappeared in a pillar of flame from the room. Reappearing before Elvira just after she shut her door. Here, his rage was vividly evident behind the walls of obscurity. His eyes slitted and turned blood shot red, his wings spread wide and his teeth turning to fangs, serrated at the edges. His nails pointed to claws and his hand lifted to fly for Elvira’s throat.(Don’t want to auto hit, or anything, despite the fact that I’m pretty sure she’d stay still whether or not she avoided him or something.)

“Your insolence and blunt disrespect in the presence of a GUEST disturbs me Elvira.” He lifted her to the air, his grip tightening ferociously around her throat. His tone was strong and authorative, yet held no evidence to his rage as he spoke softly. “I warned you earlier what would happen should something like this happen again.” He practically threw her to the floor, and drew his eyes upon the door. “Yet now I feel that is not enough….” He thought for a few moments in silence, and then spoke. “Not only will you be starved, but you shall be confined to your chambers as well. No company, no sunlight, nothing. your punishment will end in a week’s time, at the night of the ball, that I assume you’ve gotten your invite to. We will be going, I’ve decided.” He stepped over her form and moved to open the door. “If you so much as think of leaving before I grant permission….I shall put down your steed you adore so much.” He opened the door, and slammed it shut behind him. Lifting his palm to door, he uttered a few words and a blue light flashed over the door, creating a seal that would prevent her from leaving through that exit. Then he turned, and headed back to the Foyer, returning to his human form immediately.

Returning, he looked to Juliette, having missed the leave of Bart and his woman. His nose immediately scrunched at the scent of her blood doll. “How you stand the slave is not but a mystery to me.” He heard her words, and noticed she would not look to him. He approached her, his eyes flipping back to a slitted look. “Yet you turn your gaze from my sight. Truth in words is found in the speaker’s eyes. How am I to believe you when I cannot see yours…?”

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Juliette raised both eyebrows in surprise as her father disappeared suddenly. Turning towards Bart and Fanny, she narrowed her eyes at Bart’s comments. Still, she said nothing as she watched them walk away. Turning towards her father as he reappeared, she kept her eyes on the ground and listened to him speak. She could sense how tense he was, and his words made her straighten up. Looking up at him slowly, a small smile curved her lips. Shrugging a bit in an attempt to relieve the stress between them, her eyes filled with genuine affection that she had not given him in such a long time. “I find it hard to look at you because I know I shamed you and mother at breakfast. My greatest desire is to make you both proud, truly.”Stepping closer, she reached out for his hand. She longed to be able to tell him about her daring murders that she had hoped would make headlines but sadly had not yet. She laughed softly as she spoke of Edward “I have to eat somehow, don’t I? I feel it would be disrespectful to dine on human blood in front of my noble parents.” Looking away in shame, her shoulders sunk a bit “I feel as though my blood has been tainted somehow.” Shaking that thought away, she looked back at her father and lifted her chin up with pride. “But I am a Roxburg, and I am a demon. I know you will soon be proud of me, father…” Smiling evilly, she then turned towards the door. “I’ll get it.”

Stepping up to the entrance of the manor, she pulled the door open and let out a shriek of surprise. “Isabella!” Yanking the shifter through the doors, she wrapped her arms around her “My sexy vixen has arrived…And what mayhem will we be causing today?” Smirking, she looped her arm through her friend’s and looked over her shoulder. “Father, I have some bloody business to attend to. I shan’t keep you all waiting for dinner.” Blowing her father a kiss, she then turned to lead Isabella out of the house in a rush.

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Out in the garden, Fanny was in a fit of giggles, over the incident that happened within the Roxburg Manor, and Bart’s two sisters. Fanny practically had a skip to her step, as she hopped from one broken garden path stone to another. Bartholomew was following her, his eyes going over her form as she acted out being so young and vibrant, with a twist of malice. If there was one person on this god forsaken planet that Bartholomew adored, and treasured it was Fanny. Twirling to a stop, and then sitting on a vine covered love swing, she wiggled her eyebrows, and then spoke in a velvet like purr;

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“Come give me a push, Barty, and tell me all about your first few days at home. I can imagine its far more exciting than Oxford.” Fanny said, with a nasally air as she said the word “Oxford.” Bartholomew walked around the swing, then instead of pushing, he smoothed the shoulders of her gown back, to reveal her fair skin, then bent his head forward, so he could nibble at her neck, causing her to wiggle her toes beneath the many layers of her skirts. “Barty…you terrible tease you. Must you do that. I fear you will soon blow in my ear next so my bloomers will fall off.” Bart leaned back and started laughing as he reached for the swing ropes and started to push her gently, letting her ride the swing.

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“Only my sisters bloomers fall off at the drop of a hat, Kitten. I’ve been trying to get into yours now for three years.” It was true, the couple had yet to consummate their relationship. Fanny was certainly one that liked to play hard to get. “I know, I know…but I did promise my Great Grand Mama that I would keep my virginity till my wedding day, and thus inherit her entire fortune. Just think, Barty. All that lovely money, and its all ours. Course, there is that matter of…you know….asking me to be your wife.” Fanny said with her lips pursed together, kind of hopeful he might drop on his knee and do it in amongst the rose bushes. But, not Bart. He had a plan, and was saving this for the right moment.

“Kitten, I did promise you I would. Just, I want to do it when the time is right. I mean, I want nothing more than to nip and tuck your sweet scented folds of flesh, and treat you to a wild night of tongue play and fornication. But if I have to wait, then so do you.”

Fanny made a little face, slightly dissapointed that Bartholomew was not ready to ask her yet, but least he did have the intent, and he loved her. Treating her like the Lady she was….sometimes. So they continued to enjoy the garden, taking a stroll through the rose bushes, arm in arm. Bart telling her rude jokes and gossip, which had her laughing gaily, ever so often she snorted loudly, which just made Bart roar with laughter. They really were a pair.

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Harrison’s carriage pulled up to the manor slowly, as if the horses were weary. The demon sighed, leaning his head against his hand and waiting for a moment. He wondered if this was worth the chance of his sister throwing him out of the house. He hadn’t visited in a year or two, and the last time he had… well, it had’t ended well. The family might have liked him more if he were Elizabeth’s full brother, and if he followed their mother’s ways. But he did not, as it were, and he could not care less what his family thought of him because of it.

He climbed out when his driver, Phillip, came to open the door for him, a slight look of worry on his face. “Sir, are you-” Harrsion clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m fine. I suggest you keep the horses ready, as I do not expect to be welcome for long.” He loosened his coat slightly as he walked up the steps, his footsteps silent despite his size. If he had been on at least somewhat good terms with the Roxburgs, he might’ve shown himself in and sought out just his sister. However, he deemed it more polite, safe and beneficial to place a few loud, firm knocks on the door and stand back from it slightly, waiting.

This visit was starting to seem less and less enjoyable by the second.

Isabella grinned as her friend answered the door, immediately wrapping her arms around the other woman in a tight hug. “Hello, my beautiful devil~” Grinning, the shifter peeked into the house, but didn’t say much except a brief hello towards where she could hear the others. With a laugh, she kept close to Juliette and walked with her. “Oh, we’ll be causing lots of mayhem, darling. Lots and lots of it~”