Night Land Castle (6) – The Blood of Kings.
Leaving his chambers, he was walking up the hall, when he spotted a figure up ahead, well the first thing he saw was a bare bottom, and he made a low wolf whistle sound, only to then want to gag, when he realized the naked beauty was none other than his own mother. “I am having the worst luck today. Eww.” Singing out, and probably being heard by much of the staff, Joffrey called, “No one sent me the scroll saying we turned the kingdom into a nudist colony, Mother.” He started to run to catch up with her, as he needed to ask her about Selene, but the closer he got, the more disgusted he was. What was with this woman? What if the King saw her? Maybe he had.
“Mother…you could have at least put a hat on.”
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Rose’s head jerked over to the throne room as she stopped in the door way when she heard her husband..
“Fuck off, your grace” she said while walking by the throne room.
Her hair swayed down her back as she continued to walk down the hall, she heard a whistling from behind her. She turned around and it was her son. Rose perked up an eyebrow at her little darling.
“I hope you’re not thinking about trying incest. Because I will hang up by your cock” she said.
Rose looked at her son when he told her to at least put a hat on. Being nude was normal in the north. Because most people were werewolves and walking out from a long hunt.
“I’m not shy, I was born a wolf, I shall walk in the skin god gave me. Besides you should feel honor coming out of a body like this…” she said.
Rose walked pass her son turning a corner to her chambers. Rose hated being queen couldn’t wait for Selene to take that title away.
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.”
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“Stop this now!”
She said piercingly. Regina quickly took a few steps back before grabbing two daggers from the straps that stayed on her thighs. Instantly after pulling them out she threw them both directly at the knight. A grin would slowly stretch across her face as she knew now that it was less likely this time for him to be able to block two objects coming at him at a very fast speed. The few seconds she stood there she quickly had to think of something else to do. Her eyes shifted to where the broken spear had laid. One piece of the broken spear still had a decent size blade that stayed attached. Regina eyes remained on the knight as she ran over to pick up the broken piece of the spear. She was fast enough to run around the knight. Now the knight’s back was facing her she held on the broken spear piece in one hand tightly as she quickly walked up closer to him only standing inches away. Now she moved her hand that held the blade around Leon’s neck and held the blade there inches away. She would lean to one side of his head and stop to where her lips leveled with his ear.
“Never talk to me like that again.”
She hissed out in a whisper tone.
*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.”
[center]Imogene was painfully aware of how aroused the king was by his arrogant wife. Frowning sternly, she stared at her with haughty eyes as she passed. Her lips tightened as Brandon gave her a compliment. She was hardly deserving of one as she paraded her foreign body off like it was nothing. The queen made the servant sick to her stomach. She should be queen, not that disgusting wolf creature. Her head did not move but her eyes looked to the side at the king’s question. It seemed as though he were goading her on, but Imogene would bide her time. Smiling silently, she answered coolly “I have something that I would only allow my true love to behold. Only he should be able to enjoy it, not all the bloody kingdom.” Looking at Brandon full on, Imogene continued. “And if he should see it, what a sight to behold. A servant learns many a useful things lurking the dark corners of this castle.” With that being her final comment, she faced forward again and folded her hands in front of her. Someday he would be hers. She would die before she allowed that woman to hold his fancy. Deciding to change the comment, she murmured innocently “It seems Selene has quite the effect on your dear son. She seems very…influential. Half the servants seem to be flocking to her.”
Rose didn’t want to talk with Selene, she didn’t have time to mingle like she was suppose too. Rose didn’t want to do anything, she looked at her son. Rolling her eyes it was hard to say no to her son. Her true son. Rose quickly walked back to her son looking at him.
“Fine. But I will not be in my form.” she shouted.
A flashing glowing light appeared and Rose turned into her huge dark wolf. Her eyes were blue as she trotted down the hall to the garden where Selene was at. Rose didn’t feel like speaking, not to a woman who was already prepared by her own mother. Rose had nothing to say to the girl she was just doing this for her son.
Rose saw Selene in the garden, she was beautiful. Rose was happy her son was getting pretty woman. She sat down right in back of Selene while she picked flowers or what ever the hell the princess was doing. Rose looked at Selene with her big wolf eyes, there was no denying this princess may scream after seeing a huge wolf in back of her. Rose growled lightly to gain the princess attention.
Rose didn’t move until the princess turned around.
Selene was indeed picking flowers for a bouquet for her darling fiance. She was humming softly to herself so she did not hear the wolf approach her. The princess did pause when she heard a noise and whipped around to see a large wolf. Letting out a surprised scream as she backed away. “Get away from me!” She was rooted to the spot whimpering, the flowers falling around her. The growl had sent her into a spasm of fear which in turn made her turn around and flee for the castle doors. Ripping them open, Selene bolted down the corridors until she bumped into Joffrey. Tears of fear streamed down her cheeks as she clung to him, her arms tight around his waist as she buried her face into his chest. Gasping, she could hardly get the words out.“There is a large wolf outside the castle! Oh your grace, please save me!” The princess didn’t loosen her grasp but looked up into Joffrey’s eyes with pure fear and desperation. “I was so afraid it would kill me!” The more she held onto him, the more safe she felt. What was that creature doing there and where did it come from? After the trembling began to slow down, she began to nuzzle into the safety of Joffrey. She really had that damsel in distress thing down…
Brandon Brax smirked and let out a laugh. “And as your King I can order you to give me anything, regardless of your preferences or desires to save things for others. Disobeying a direct order from your King is treason which is punishable by death.”Brandon’s face returned to his normal cold tone and his cruel tone, his brows furrowed“Indeed that hateful creature is trying my patience. I would rather eviscerate her body and decorate the Grand Hall with her internal organs, but she is a political tool to be utilized. As for the servants, I will have to…discipline them. Control through fear is the most efficient way to subjugate the masses. Should things progress, more drastic measures will be taken. I will not have my heir become a soft hearted fool blinded by the damned light or have disloyal servants.”Brandon’s words were strained and almost growled through his clenched teeth.
