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Triggers: TW: Violence, Death, Gore, Political discussions, Threesome, as well as Sexual Content including but not limited to BDSM, Bondage, Power Play, as well as additional kinks as necessary, Part of the inspiration for this Roleplay came from an event that happened in the OOC NSFW chat in October 2022, but in no way reflect the people that were playing along with it. All characters here are fictional and not based on any individuals.
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fiory 30-Nov-22 01:38 PM
TW: Violence, Death, Gore, Political discussions, Threesome, as well as Sexual Content including but not limited to BDSM, Bondage, Power Play, as well as additional kinks as necessary, Part of the inspiration for this Roleplay came from an event that happened in the OOC NSFW chat in October 2022, but in no way reflect the people that were playing along with it. All characters here are fictional and not based on any individuals. (edited)
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Queen Rosemary BOT 30-Nov-22 04:46 PM
Far to the edges of the imagination, where second stars lead to neverland and white rabbits request your attendance at tea parties, lay the kingdom of suits split amongst a vast map into four major quadrants. To the East and West lay the Kingdom of Hearts and of Diamonds respectfully. Neither side really got along with each other as history goes and certainly not after the events that transpired. But this is not the point of the tale told now. Instead the tale spun would land those to the farther north, away from the politics and diplomacy of the different kingdoms. While Hearts and Diamonds tended to feud, sister Queens ruling those respective kingdoms, Spades in the south tended to ruled most of the seas and waterways, providing their navy to the different nations when necessary. The last was the kingdom of Clubs to the north, a mountainous land filled with tall peaks that kissed the clouds and valleys that dip low with fields of emerald. Upon one of the cliffsides that overlooked the valleys of green, perched beneath one of the larger peaks towards it back sat the castle to the Clubs. Walls of ivory and gold stretched towards the sky with roofs of sapphire blue. The spires reached to threaten the mountainous range, supporting the grandeur of the small kingdom in comparison to the more warlike nations of Hearts and Diamonds. Within the castle grounds stretched extensive gardens, pathed up to the great hall of the palace. For the time though, the castle grounds and surrounding territory was covered in a gentle dusting of snow for the season. Fireplaces within the halls and rooms of the castle allowed gentle trials of black smoke in soft whispering streams up into the clear blue skies. The halls themselves were decorated with rich black carpets against checkered marble floors, with tapestries that hung on the gilded walls lead up to the throne room. This path had been walked easily before by the residents of the palace. A pair of thrones sitting side by side, equa
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l and standing tall amongst the great hall to greet dignitaries, ambassadors and figures of high importance. This was were the first figure stood, pacing quietly in front of her gilded gold and scarlet chair. While the Hearts and Diamonds had certainly more grand of palace but the Clubs clearly had more class and decorum within their walls. They were more put together, function over too much decorative form. This wasn't to say that the castle and the halls didn't demand the respect of the kingdom. And certainly the figure who trailed her fingers over that throne she owned as well as the arm of the one next to it would absolutely accept nothing less. She stood quiet, waiting for the charge she had summoned. There had been an incident earlier in the fall while the woman had been away on official Club Kingdom business that had required the ambassador of a neighboring kingdom to come to the castle Clubs. She had been required to visit in order to help the King with some sensitive meetings and appointments while the Queen had been away. She had returned during a particularly amorous session between the ambassador and an emissary of the Hearts realm. It had been an impressive display, and warranted the Queen on her return to her kingdom to send the scroll of summons to the Hearts' castle requesting the ambassador's presence again within her kingdom. A soft grin fell on her face, remembering the day she had returned and how she had shown the emissary and ambassador exactly how His Majesty really enjoyed the company of her. It was the first time she had felt slightly threatened by another woman who held a rank higher then a concubine in her realm.
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. "I certainly hope Lady Lilac shows soon... I do want to welcome her to our kingdom sooner rather than later." She said aloud, continuing to pace the thrones that she owned and knew very well. Her skin was fair and soft, her wavy hair dark and raven black, with striking eyes of amber gold. Her gown a scarlet color today that would shame the reddest of the Queen of Heart's roses, adorned with gold accents and glittering rhinestones. Her front plunged between an ample bosom, one she knew that her king enjoyed seeing as often as he could, so her wardrobe tended to lean towards the more explicitly suggestive. While she looked to be ready for a ball in a gown fit for her station, today she was eager to spend more time with the ambassador she had only had the pleasure of meeting for a brief moment in time. The image of her and her corresponding emissary cleaning their naked and messed bodies as the Queen showed them exactly how to service her King. The smallest pull at those crimson lips gave her a smirking grin, her eyes glittering in excitement though she held herself poised and elegantly straight. She was every bit the Queen of her kingdom, sophistication and nobility in every tiny movement she made. It would certainly not be long she hoped; a carriage of ebony black with wheels of gold plating, pulled by striking white horses had been sent with the message summoning Ambassador Lilac from her realm of Hearts and to give the visiting woman safe and secure passage to the palace. The snow had concerned Queen Rosemary, but certainly sending a carriage would have helped to guide the young woman to her palace was a classy and refined way to summon her. She certainly believed that the luxury of it would keep the ambassador comfortable on her travels back to the Kingdom of Clubs.
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 30-Nov-22 11:29 PM
The far off realm of mad tea parties and ocd rabbits stood the four kingdoms of cards. You had the east and west that tended to always bicker and fight, the Diamonds and Hearts tended to fight a far amount. The sister queens wishing to always one up the other with gestures of grandeur, and riches. Those the Diamond kingdom was known for its gems of women, the Hearts were know for there caring servicing woman. The Hearts woman are known to be courtesans and women who pleasure in ways that only Diamonds hope to achieve. It’s one of the most well kept secret within all the kingdoms. Along with being the most pleasurable woman in all the kingdoms, there was a choosing ceremony for the King’s Ace. It was a way for a peasant woman to raise her station, this was one of the most sought after opportunities by all the woman in the kingdoms. Even Diamond woman would go after the ace position in the Hearts, but they never succeed in catching the Kings eye. Selection day was coming up soon and Lilac was definitely terrified. Though her mind wasn’t on her fear, it was heavily focused upon the anger she felt for her power hungry and greedy family. They have forced her to become a pretty little girl for the king and his beauty competition. These silly pageants are just about beauty and to make young impressionable women fight one another for a man’s approval. She scolded on the morning of the selection. Though she was impressed with the fabric and quality of the dress her mother had picked. It was black satin with sliver application of thread that was so delicately intertwine between the threads of the satin that it had to have been handmade by a skilled seamstress.
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. After finally, arriving at the place of competition, lilac really could’ve wish to be at any other place, except for in the halls of the Heart’s palace. Though they are gloriously adorned with sculptures and shows of grandeur and money. It all seemed a little showy to be so obnoxiously rich. In these moments before the competition, the competitors are not allowed to speak. In this world, a woman, especially when becoming ace is to be looked at and not heard. Laila’s being a strong, independent woman who love to ride horses out in the countryside didn’t take well to being told to be quiet and just looked at. But she wasn’t dumb as her family thought she was. She was smart enough to know that define either the king in his competition or her family was not a smart decision.
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Finally, with the arrival of the king and queen, she hoped it would be over soon because now they would be here to make their decision upon which is their next ace. As per lilacs disposition to being here in the first place, she does not make eye contact with any of the royals or the royal guard in order to not bring attention to her self. Unlike the more confident girls who stare at the king pleadingly, wishing to be his next toy, or plaything. Whatever he decided, Lilac was definitely not too enthused to be a part of all that. Even as she tries to seem as disinterested as possible it doesn’t work. Something about her catches the King of hearts eye. In that moment, she only realizes that he’s chosen her because of the finger dragged along her chin, forced to look up at the king himself. And only one word is uttered from his lips that seals her desk need to be whatever he wishes for the rest of her life. “Mine.” His tone is very dark and sensual. Sparking a shiver across her body, being only 18 and with having over protective parents, she had never been touched by a man before the king. And now she was his. Now three years later, she’s been the king and Queens Ace for several years now. She is finally figured out the ends and out of the job, and actually earned herself some respect and a station. Her family is overjoyed to be rich and a part of the royal life. They are constantly reminding her how to not fuck it up and give the king what he wishes so that she will always be his. Her family visits were never things she enjoyed. .
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As she grew into her body, her curves showing as her maturity also grew. The soft curves of her hips into her waist up. Her rib cage was always something that the king and queen alike couldn’t keep their hands off. The suple plump of her lips were something that she always used to advantage in order to get out of trouble with guards. A simple smirk, or a link their way seem to get her out of many of trouble sometimes. Her red hair had darkened over the years, but not entirely just enough to give it a gorgeous crimson. the king had told her many years ago, that when he chose her as his ace, it was because of her red hair and pale skin. The contrast had clicked his eyes straight to her. And he knew that he had to be the one to have her. That is why she was chosen. She’s always assumed that after becoming his ace that she would lose a lot of freedom, and always just be his play. Thanks. He has given her simple kindness, such as allowing her to have her own horse, that she may ride at any point, she wishes. The only request he ever has is for her to come back to him. Always back to him and his queen. He was surprisingly possessive over lilac, which she found very odd, because he never seem to be possessive of his aces before.
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But just about a month ago, he had sent her head on his way to the kingdom of clubs, not being very well educated as a child she didn’t know much about the clubs. Just that they were well known to be knowing in their power and their place. She always would hear the maids and people talking about how the clubs always had power and Respect that none of the other card kingdoms commanded. She had always been curious about the club Kingdom, hearing about their ace, and how that it was not a girl, this was the thing that he treats her, the most not the actual king and queen. For she heard very little about them other than that they were incredibly regal, and they knew exactly how to command the respect they deserved. She didn’t have to wonder about that much longer. The king of clubs called upon her, and another emissary to occupy him while he’s queen was away. She was out on official club of business, hearing about this alone shocked Lilac. For a queen, to be away on official business, prompted by herself, and not her king. Her experience in the club kingdom was much different than her daily life in the hearts kingdom. She found herself missing it on the carriage, ride back to the kingdom. She didn’t dare say a word of this to the king or queen, in fear of disappointing, her family and ruining her station.
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 30-Nov-22 11:42 PM
. One Snowy morning in the heart kingdom, lilac had been lounging around in her room. Happy to be alone in these moments before she had to be the ace to the king of hearts, always on show. Though her relaxation and lounge time had been very rudely interrupted when a maid came bursting through the door, she brought news is that there was a carriage here, specifically for the ace of hearts. “A carriage? For me? Can’t be you must be mistaken. Maybe for the king or the queen certainly not for me.” She spoke in dismissal of the possibility of a carriage there for her. But the maid was very insistent that it was for her, and it was sent specifically and personally by the queen of clubs. It took Lilac a minute to process the fact that the woman whom had walked into the quart room after she had pleasured the king to then take her rightful place, never kneeling, but bringing the king of clubs an immense amount of pleasure. Watching her work was like watching a painting being created. It was absolutely stunning and gorgeous in every way and honestly she found it hot. Watching the Queen’s lips work the kings hard shaft. Watching and admiring as she didn’t even break a sweat bringing the king groan after groan. The pleasure she could give was known through everyone in that room. The part is lilac wish she could’ve been the king. Wished that she could’ve had the queen of clubs, gentle lips upon her. But these were thoughts that weren’t allowed by an ace of another kingdom. The maid, insisting upon lilacs heist in going to the carriage, brought her back from her fantasy of a few months ago. after quickly, throwing on her riding gear that fit her like a glove oh so perfectly squeezing everyone of her hips that made it easier for her to seduce her way in and out of things. She’d become quite the temptress and the teas over the past few years being the kings ace. You kind of have to learn how to keep his attention. Lilac prided herself on knowing how to keep it very well.
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 30-Nov-22 11:50 PM
. She finally arrives outside of the carriage, the ebony wood and gold accent, just scream, wealthy, and not the Taki rich that the kingdom of hearts sometimes betrayed. The carriage was a wonderful gesture, but lilac wasn’t wanting to sit in a carriage and be driven places. She much more enjoyed being the one in control and being ridding . She’s been riding horses all her life, and she only adores the cold on her face and the wind in her hair. Being in complete control of her destiny and her destinations. But the maid wasn’t lying when she said that the queen of clubs had specifically sent an Ebonywood carriage to pick up the ace of hearts and the ace of hearts alone. This was barely enough for lilac to handle that she wasn’t about to ignore a summons from the queen. And the queen of clubs no less that everyone knows if you are summoned it is either good bad or diplomatic news or business. Lilac was unsure of whether she should be happy, scared or excited to be summoned to the kingdom of clubs. But she had a maid quickly pack her bag long enough for a fortnight long stay. As soon as her bags are packed, she mounted her black stallion, she took pride in that it was a tall who is taller than the all of the guards horses. She said pride in a little thing she could wear she was taller, or was intimidating to people who were supposed to be intimidating her. There was a bit of spite behind, almost everything she did. Though her parents really showed that, always the Sweet hearts ace. Never anything more lewd or enticing. Upon mounting the horse whom she called Pio, she checked with the guards, and they lead the way, pulling the carriage behind them. Even though they tried convincing her to go within the carriage, she had none of it, and wished to ride her horse. A small act of defiance, but enough she could get away with without getting in trouble. It was fine lines for her to walk on her mission to be spiteful yet not get herself in trouble. .
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The ride to the kingdom of clubs wasn’t a very long one, but it did require going to mountain passes and bumpy dangerous roads. But the guards knew the way as well as lilac was good at keeping up with new terrain. While, on the way to her summons she had to go through a fairly thick forest, close to their destination of the kingdom of clubs. She can almost see the spire of the castle, that’s when she heard a wrestling in the brush, it ended up spooking Pio. Normally he wouldn’t spook easily, but there was something odd about the movements. Not of an animal closer to a calculated attack. There was only a split moment when the guards yelled, and there was flashes of movement. That’s when Pio bucked and lilac was thrown, the world went black for her as she hit the ground. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 01-Dec-22 01:31 PM
The sounds of ringing steel could be heard in the outer ward of the castle, the marshalling grounds filled with knights training against each other. One figure stood amongst them, his horned helmet atop his head with a blunted sword and shield in his hands. His long brown hair extended beneath the rim of his helmet in thick braids before being tied back to the back of his head and covered in a mail coif. Thick furs adorned his already broad shoulders and moved in a flowing pattern that accentuated the speed and grace he moved with. Dancing across the training grounds as he sparred three knights at once, one could see how easily he navigated the footwork of combat, owing to his mastery of the craft from a young age. And yet, it was not only speed and grace. With each blow he delivered to his training partners’ shields and armor, the loud report of steel could be heard, evidencing the power behind each blow. He had to hold back to not dent the armor too badly as this was his men’s armor that they would wear to defend his kingdom and his queen, but that would not keep him from pressing the attack and working them. When one man lowered his guard too much, the horned man slammed his shield forward to turn the man’s shield in his grasp and open his defenses. Thrusting his sword forward as he stepped, he found it driving into the man’s underarm and lifting him off the ground before he fell in a heap of tired flesh and steel. Snarling happily as he raised his shield to block a blow from his flank, the man looked through the eye holes of his horned helmet and studied his opponents for a quick moment, gauging where next to strike. This was a regular occurrence, the men of the castle training with each other before taking their skill to the reaches of the kingdom and keeping the armies well trained and ready for war. The Kingdom of Clubs did not seek out war like its neighbors, but it would not back down either. .
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The King had high expectations of those men that would carry his banner into battle, and even higher expectations of those that were tasked with protecting the walls of his castle. From the men-at-arms and knights that would rule the grounds of the battlefield to the archers and battlemages that would rain hellfire from the crenellations and ramparts of his walls and keep, the King expected each of them to be worth three of their counterparts from another kingdom. That was why the man in the horned helmet was working so hard to fight the men he was against, even going so far as to encourage others to join in to make the challenge more difficult. He blocked blows easily with his shield and parried them with his sword, biding his time to find an opening in the defenses of the men in front of him. The moment came when they tried to attack at once and bumped into each other. That temporary instance of imbalance gave him the opportunity he needed, and he lunged forward to capitalize on the weakness. Slamming his shield into the man on the right, he knocked him off balance and into his comrade again. With more force this time, the horned man continued his assault, battering his sword into the feebly raised shield until the men were falling onto each other and landing on the ground. Driving his sword through the shield in a fierce thrust, he felt the tip bite into the breastplate of the man beneath him before stopping the force behind the blow. Releasing his hold on his sword, he raised his hand and allowed a glowing orange flame too wreath around his fingers before a tight circle of fire surrounded the three men. Raising his hand and bringing the circle up to a dome of intense heat, he smirked when he saw sweat immediately gathering on his opponents’ exposed flesh. The display of arcane skill dissipated just as soon as it began, allowing cool air to rush over the men and cool any discomfort brought on. .
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The horned man stood up and wrenched his sword free before offering a hand to help each of the men up from the ground. There was no point in belittling them further or continuing the conflict as he had successfully won that sparring session with indisputable results. Not every man in the King’s had the ability to use magic, but those that did were encouraged to use it to the best of their ability. Could he have defeated these men with martial skill? He already had them on the ground and at his mercy. However, finishing with a display of the arcane showed the men that there was never a time to be comfortable and expect you were facing someone without the skills or knowledge of the arcane. At any time, the powers could be pulled out and used against you, so do not let them get the upper hand. Removing his helmet and shaking his braids out of the leather tie that kept them out of his way, King Alaric stood before his men and nodded with a slight smile decorating his lips. He was proud of how they had performed, as well as the improvements he had seen in the other men on the training grounds. They were all furthering their skills, and he was happy to see that the investment of gold in their equipment had been well spent. The gold had come from a deal with the Kingdom of Spades, when Alaric had sent three battalions of men to join the coastal nation’s navy and bolster their strength in defending against invasions from outside the lands of the cards. There were threats from all sides to the land of cards, but in that season the monsters from across the seas were particularly active and his brothers to the south had required aid. With the mountain passes frozen shut and the enemies to the north held back by nature and his mages, he could afford the loss of manpower. .
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That was the strength of being a kingdom within the mountains. Lower numbers of men were able to control mountain passes and valleys than a similar sized meadow or plain. He could position his men in better positions and keep a larger force in reserve, ready to strike against any force that had broken through one of several chokepoints. Alaric began moving through the training grounds to a wooden stall where several citizens worked to repair armor and weapons or make new ones. Hooking his helmet to his left hip through the eye slit, he took his crown when it was offered to him by one of the blacksmiths. A short crown when compared to some of the gaudier crowns his contemporaries, it still held considerable power in the gold body of it with diamonds and black onyx embedded to fuel his arcane powers and his strength. It matched well with his armor, a black steel construction with golden accents on it on the breastplate, shoulders, vambraces, and leg guards. Returning his practice sword and shield to the armorer, he watched for a moment longer as the men and women got back to training before retrieving his actual weapons. A sword and axe with blades from the highest quality steel and a sturdy wooden shield were given to him, all tools he had used to carve his way to the throne nearly a decade prior. Strapping the sword and axe to his belt, he slung the shield over his back before walking around the training area towards the inner gate and his eventual destination of his throne room. He allowed the cool mountain air to wick away any sweat that lingered from his exertions, and the aromatic spells he knew quickly removed any hint of where he had been. .
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Stepping through the rear door of the throne room, he saw a gorgeous figure in a red dress pacing slowly, her eyes cast towards the main entrance to the beautiful room. Black and gold tapestries hung from golden display supports with knights standing positioned every fifteen feet to give the impression of strength and security without looking like there was a true threat. Moving around the back of his black stone throne, he came up slowly behind his wife and placed his hands gently on her hips, stilling her motions and pulling her slowly back against his frame. He was not as pleasant to the touch as he would generally be, but he also had every intention of leaving the castle’s safety to greet their guest on the road. He felt it was only appropriate to accompany the reception riders as a display of the kingdom’s strength that he was comfortable leaving the safety of his walls. Therefore, he had not donned his silks and comfortable clothing and remained suited up for battle. But he knew that this was something his wife truly enjoyed, for he had taken her hand in marriage and as his Queen while still wearing the blood covered armor he had fought in to get here. Kissing the top of her head gently, he lowered his head while bringing his right hand up to draw her hair back from his prize. With her neck exposed, he pressed his lips to it slowly before kissing up to beneath her ear. Sighing softly and letting his queen hear the low rumble of a moan beginning in his throat, he licked her ear lobe slowly before speaking in a low voice, “Do not worry my love, I have already sent scouts out to find the carriage and report back to me on its location. So that I might ride out and escort her here to us.” .
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Placing his lips beneath her ear, Alaric closed his eyes while breathing in the gentle scent of his beloved Rosemary. Moaning softly as he lowered his hand back to her hip, he smiled with his lips still against her when there was an interruption from the front of the room. Looking up through his eyelashes as the throne room door was thrown open, Alaric lifted his head slowly when he saw one of his scouts in dark leather and chainmail armor staggering through the doors. His hands were clutching at his side, where Alaric could already see a trail of blood following the man through the halls behind him. Releasing his hold of his wife, Alaric shifted past her and stepped forward, his eyes trailing over the man and seeing the pallor of his skin. He would not make it long, so he raised his hand to stop any of the knights from imposing themselves in between them. Seeing the man fall to his knees, Alaric moved quickly and lowered himself to one knee in front of the man. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Alaric shook his head slowly before waiting on the man to speak. He would not have to wait long before the man looked up and found his words, “Sire, the carriage, it has been attacked. Men of the forest have sprung out and attacked, with banners from the Diamond Kingdom. They are on our land, too far from the border. I’m sorry, Sire. I couldn’t stop them.” Nodding as the man finished, Alaric gestured for one of his knights to come over and help the man to a bed where he could die peacefully. Standing up and turning to look back at Rosemary, Alaric walked slowly towards her as he lifted his right hand to remove his crown while his left retrieved his helmet. Holding his crown out for his wife to take it and hold onto it, he leaned down and pressed his lips hungrily to hers before speaking, “I will return shortly. The Diamonds have attacked our envoy.” .
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His horned helmet was soon pulled on his head, his hair pulled back and tied as well to keep it out of his way. Staring at his wife’s face for a moment before nodding, Alaric kept to his promise of never saying goodbye when departing for battle. There was something too final about it, and it was something they had agreed upon years ago. Stepping back and reaching his hand out to take hers for one final squeeze, Alaric turned and moved through the throne room, his voice booming out commands to the knights to gather several of them and to ready the horses. An element of fifteen knights with him included would be able to reach the carriage quickly while a platoon of men-at-arms and mages were being prepared to follow behind. @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 01-Dec-22 03:31 PM
The day continued on, and still no word. That carriage had been dispatched hours ago. It felt like weeks. The discussion of it had been something of a hot topic within the bedchambers of the King and Queen. Late nights spent in each other’s embrace, not merely for the carnal reasons of it but also it strengthened the bond the pair shared. Often the two would discuss matters of state or the wellbeing of their kingdom while bare and comfortable. Alone with only the firelight of their private hearth lighting their suite. The imagery of the previous affair’s ‘meeting’ danced a gentle glow across the woman’s cheeks. The scarlet of her gown swayed gently with each step she took. It took precisely thirteen steps from one side of the throne room stage to the other. She had counted several times by now. At one point, she had stepped down the two steps it took to the main floor, walking the long corridor with head held high. Her hands gently fell in front of her, and she walked with a floating grace along the carpet. Amber eyes, a gleaming color that matched the kingdom’s gold aesthetic would judge and criticize any tapestry not quite straight, any speck of dust found upon a sconce on the wall, and yes any lack of perfection in her knights. The men stood still like statues, lining the hall as she approached, straight backed in their shining armor and well pressed cloths with the Club Kingdom crest embellished on them. Without anything to occupy her time, what better way to stave off the anticipation of their guest, then to inspect the knights who would be the first to greet her gaze. Rosemary was incredibly particular, picky in every aspect of their home. Less than perfection was simply not something she was willing to accept. So when she walked down the carpet, her eyes glancing at the knights stood ready and at attention, she paused at one who seemed not quite right. Something was off, and those amber stained eyes rarely missed something. .
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In silence she strode forward and the poor young knight straightened a bit further at her approach. She said not a word, breathed quietly without anger or frustration. She was not of the lower realms where overzealous emotions and less than critical thinking reigned. Rosemary was calm, collected, patient and precise. After what would seem like an age to the poor young man clad and sweating in his armor with his Queen so close, the corners of her crimson lips would lightly pull. She’d found the mistake, the quiet difference that most others may have missed or just let slide. Not Queen Rosemary. “My dear knight…” Her words were quiet, gentle but only as much as a tiger’s growl could be considered non-threatening. “You seem to be unable to stand up with the rest of your comrades…” Her index finger came forward and starting at the chest of his armor, Rosemary slid that finger down his front. Over chain and steel, the sound of increased breathing echoing out of the man’s helmet. As her finger danced over his front, a frost, icey and cold, spread from her nail tip. It lingered and penetrated the cracks and crevices of his armor, and the clinking of the metal against itself easily indicated the shudder that ran through the man inside. Not one to argue and expecting silence from him anyway, Rosemary continued speaking while her fingers gently continued traveling south on him. “Today is important, and while I know you do your best for the Kingdom, I can not allow fault in my throne room.” She continued, hitting his abdomen just below his chest. “We have a guest on her way, and everything must be perfect…” That frigid sensation continued towards the middle of him, right at his waistline. “So I would implore you, dear Knight..” The sweetness and sickening torture of her words hung in the air as her index danced around his groin, threatening to send her chill further if he so dared try to move. “Stand a little taller.. If you please… You are a knight of the Kingdom of Clubs
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… hand selected by His Excellency and myself…Please don’t continue to slouch in my throne room.” The rapid nodding of the helmeted man was all the confirmation Rosemary required. As soon as her finger lifted, the ice dissipated and relief remained for the knight. Satisfied, knowing now that there would be no further mistakes in her throne room, Rosemary made her way back to the chairs upon that stage. .
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There was a reason that Alaric had chosen Rosemary as his Queen. The pair were perfectly right. She had never wanted the prim and proper man who had always come to her, begging and pleading, desperate for her. No, she wanted one who could hold his own, who had the power and ability to keep her safe and protected. Who was ruthless a rival on the battlefield and an unyielding partner behind closed doors. So when Alaric had asked, it had been more a demand, one she could not and would not deny. He had earned her heart and the ferocity of her with it. A force to be reckoned with the King and Queen; Her ice cooled that fiery spirit he held and raged with. Used in order to strike fear into the hearts and souls of the enemies of Clubs, while his fire burned her heart and soul in devilish delight. Sending nothing but warmth and desire through her body and mind. It had been almost romantic, the way he had taken the knee, bloodied and battled requesting her hand. It had sparked a flame that he kept easily stoked. The thought of that day was still a fond one all these years later. Her fingers picked up the chiffon that trailed in red so she could easily climb back up the pair of steps to her throne stage. More pacing, more waiting. She was a patient woman but there were limits to the well that she pulled from. Her fingers drummed on the King’s chair, making a soft tapping noise with her nails while her gaze was occupied towards the large ebony doors to the main hall. Surely, soon now they would open and their guest would arrive safely as she had summoned? No sooner had the thought crossed over her mind, did she feel a familiar tug upon her hips. There was no need to turn and see who had dared touch the Queen. Her feet halted immediately and Rosemary chuckled in a soft delicate sigh. He always had good timing, stilling her and comforting her when she needed it most. .
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The feeling of his battle armor told her what she already knew. He had been out with the other knights, sparring and training and testing their forces' strength. It was his favorite place to be, aside from her bed or at her side. As unpleasant as it would be to feel that against her, Rosemary relished in it. She knew he would have worked the men and women of the different platoons hard, made sure they were up to protecting anyone who was allied to the kingdom, so the pride she had in him was something she never needed to describe. Obedient only at his command, quiet and poised she lifted and exposed her slender neck to him, that raven hair gliding away at his touch. The kisses up along her skin, ending in the low murmur of a moan in his words made Rosemary smile. “Such a gentleman King you are, my darling. I would expect nothing less from you.” Rosemary responded to him in an equally quiet breathy voice. Her hands fell quiet atop his, enjoying the embrace, wanting nothing more than to have this last as long as it could. She loved the attention he gave her, the way he held her close, the way he tenderly kissed at her neck, even down to the smokey musk he would sometimes have after using his flames during a particularly fun training session. Rosemary would always reward him, knowing the songs he loved to hear slip from her crimson lips. Today would be no different. There was no shame in the affection and love the pair had for one another. Theirs was a perfect union; let the other factions of suits be jealous, green fit them well. His soft moan in her ear elicited a sweet breathy sigh from her, granting all the permission he would ever need to do with her as he pleased. He was the only one who could command her, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken his Queen upon their own thrones. .
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However, the sound of the door at the end of the room slamming open caused Rosemary to break from the momentary bliss she was enjoying with her husband. Had the guest arrived, and if so why in the world were they so forceful when entering. Surely they had better manners than that. The immediate irritation and surprise on her face faded as the image of one of her own, a citizen of her realm, a scout commanded by the king stumbled into the throne room. She knew better than to get to close, shifting gently to allow Alaric through. A sick and twisted feeling hung in her chest, the words of the scout echoing off the throne room walls. It mingled in the air and Rosemary felt her body freeze as if she’d frozen it herself when Alaric looked back at her. No… Please no… It was a thought she could never say aloud. Never give away through her facial expressions or allow him to see at all. As his queen she had to instill stability, order, and grace in such a situation. Begging him outside of their bedroom antics was beneath her station and something she couldn’t concern his heart with. Her hands came forward, and held out for him. Her palms up so she could hold the crown he carefully offered her. It sat delicately, a strong ring of gold, diamond and onyx, the symbol of power and strength in the Club kingdom, held carefully by the Queen who would remain behind. No words were exchanged, just a quiet nod of understanding, a glimmer of ‘be careful my love’ hiding in those softened gold eyes. Her lips wanted nothing more than to hold him there, never letting him release from their soft embrace. He kissed her hungrily and she returned it as if starved. Rosemary of course understood the importance of his mission, his required need to meet the enemies of the suit Diamond that had invaded and defiled the border of Clubs. She also knew there would be no survivors once he arrived. Alaric didn’t take prisoners if he didn’t need them. And he rarely did. .
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As he stepped away, Rose leaned forward, just so their hands could touch for just a moment longer. Remain held tight for as long as physically allowed. No goodbyes, no farewells, nothing of that sort. There was no need to say such a thing and jinx the fortune that smiled upon their kingdom. Rosemary just kept faith in knowing he would return as he always had before. What was also never said for it felt just as final, was to confess with each other. No ‘I love you’ as one made for battle leaving the other behind. It was an unnecessary declaration that neither needed to speak to each other. Rosemary knew, and so did Alaric. Once he had stepped through the doors and out of sight, Rosemary set to work. Her gaze turned to the captain of her guard who didn’t need her to address him formally in order to know that his Queen required his attention. In a stern voice, one commanding and powerful, though collected despite the news she had just received and the love she had had to watch leave her, Rosemary began giving orders. The castle was to be locked and secured. There would be no ins or outs. The parapets and walls were to be guarded. The knights in training would have to put their skills to good use if the time were to call for it. Queen Rosemary, glanced down after giving her command, listening to the knights scurry and carry out her orders without a second thought. Her thumb lightly caressed one of the onyx stones upon the crest of his crown that she held delicately in her hands. Slowly, she turned towards Alaric’s throne, bringing the crown she held to her lips and kissing the stone she had been gently touching. One last embrace. One last sweetness, even if he wasn’t there to receive it in person. She hoped it would travel to him in spirit perhaps. Without another word, she lowered the golden ring upon the seat of his throne, before sitting upon her matching one beside it. Her left leg lifted and folded neatly over her right, sitting with every inch the regality of he
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r position. The King was away, so the Queen would command until his safe return. @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 01-Dec-22 05:02 PM
After the world went black for lilac, her unconscious body was swept up by the attackers. Limp and unable to fight back. It was an easy capture. Her attackers would more than likely appreciate that their job is done for them, by her spooked stallion. Though her captors are not dumb enough to leave her untied, so they bind her wrists behind her back and tie another hearty rope to anchor her bound wrists to her body. Finally, they bind her legs at the knees, and at the ankles, for they have heard rumors of how the ace of hearts is not always the most obeying. Finally the sling her over a horse to ensure easy transport back to the camp in the woods that they have set specifically after getting the tip that she would be riding through these woods. Though the unconscious state doesn’t last long, she is brought back to consciousness only a few moments after her captors, put her on the snowfall ground, only the crunch of ice covered leaves to bring her sensations back. Slowly, her eyes start to open, and the world is darker than as she left it. She can barely move, and she scans her surroundings with whatever her eyes can see. The world is dark and cold only for a small like to be seen, she recognizes the light as fire. As her eyes adjust to the low light of the dark world she has awoken to, the next says to hit her it would be her sense of smell. It is able to pick up the smoke of a fire as well as the smoking cigars. Her eyes immediately look around the fire to see if she can see anyone that is there. Her eyes fall on what she seems to be 4 or 5 figures. All hooded or masked in someway so she can’t identify them. But when she looks close enough, that one of the figures chest plates, she sees this is familiar symbol of a diamond. This is the moment she realizes that she was ambush by diamonds on her way to the kingdom of clubs. .
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Now she had a few options as the rest of her senses came back to her, her sense of touch was the next to return, and the cold icy leaves up on her cheek, brought a sting of red to have pale skin. She attempted to move ever so slightly, and that is when she became aware of her wrists being bounce to each other. No lilac was privy to being tied up, and figuring her way out. As per she is found herself in a many of similar situation in which she is tied and unable to move. Her memory is able to recall a knife being beneath her riding jacket. She attempts to move her arms towards her pocket in order to pull the nice out to help aide her escape. And that’s when she realizes her captors are no ordinary assailants, they were smart enough to bind her wrist to her waist. after the first attempt upon helping her self didn’t work she turned her eyes back to the five figures. No doubt diamond members of the private guard or diamond members working on their own to disrupt the fragile balance of the kingdoms. Either way, the absence of lilacs arrival into the kingdom of clubs wouldn’t go unnoticed. The only hope that Laila could bring to her mind was that they might recognize her or one of the scouts or guards was able to alert the king and queen of her ambush.
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. After a few moments lilac is back to her normal sharp, quickly taking in any and all information she can about her immediate surroundings, and anyone that is left from her traveling party. She noticed that they don’t seem to be any of the heart guards that had accompanied her or any of the club guards that had come for her sent by the queen. And not seeing any of the men, she only could assume the worst. She can only assume that they were injured or gone. But she couldn’t mourn them now. She needed to find a way out for maybe the king wouldn’t know where to look. Surely the queen wouldn’t be coming to look for her, that would be far too dangerous. After not seeing any of the men, her mind goes to her loyal horse, Pio. This is when her panic really starts to sit in. her eyes frantically Darding around the camp, in which her attackers have set, searching for the black horse that has always brought her comfort in the years being the ace. If she lost him, she didn’t know if she actually have the willpower to attempt and escape. Luckily, she doesn’t have to suffer the pain of losing him as well, she sees him tied to a tree. He isn’t too happy but at least he’s alive. Thats all she cares about right now. She just needed that simple comfort to know that he was alive and not gone like any of the other men. She cannot let her eyes on at this current moment in time.
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. After calming her nerves of having to deal with loss of life so near to her, that it could’ve been her. She is able to to her ears into the attackers conversation. Though she doesn’t catch every word she is starting to be able to understand the general gist of the conversation by a few keywords she does pick up. By what she can piece together, these attackers were sent, not by the king or queen of diamonds, but a Chancellor upon the Royal board. So not specifically the king and queen of diamonds themselves, but someone close enough to have enough power, and to have enough access. She continues to listen in, but some thing about her stillness was not the same as her unconscious stillness. So one of the attackers took note that she was awake. He stood from the fire and walked towards her, the heart beating in her chest. She swear to all of the gods, that someone else will be able to hear it because of how loud it was. She could barely see the man’s face covered by a hooded cloth, she did take note of the diamond emblems upon his chest, though. She made sure to commit to memory. As his steps got closer to her own, the other attackers seem to take note of what the first had noticed. They start speaking in language no longer she is able to understand. They begin to laugh, not one of camaraderie or victory. There was something sinister behind it, and knowing the capability of a man she knew that staying in the situation was not in her best interest.
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. The luckily, the man who took note of her only comes to check up on her ties. She has to fight every spiteful bone in her body, in order not to kick or move to hit this man. He was no man, though to her, he was scared cowardice boy. And it is king knew that he was scared of a lowly ace, she hast to fight every spiteful bone in her body, in order not to kick or move to hit this man. He was no man, though to her, he was a scared cowardice boy. And if his king knew that he was scared of a lowly ace I’m sure it would bring dishonor upon his family. After he dutifully tightens her bindings, uncomfortably, so she might add, he goes to her saddlebag, as well as the bags that were upon the other horses. And begins to rummage through them. Against her better judgment, she speaks out. “That’s not yours keep your hands off it!” She immediately regret speaking as well as the tone used. Immediately all of the eyes are upon her even the ones that hadn’t seem to take note of her consciousness. She could feel the pit in her stomach starting to grow as she realized her mistake. The Menzies, upon her set an icy chill through her, already cold body, the snow fall, as well as the cold grounded her no favors there. Suddenly she is surrounded by all five men. they are again speaking in tongues that she doesn’t recognize. So she does not show her fear on her face. She understands that they can probably see it anyway, for they had already proven that they were not dumb and they knew her well. That means that she had either had a follower that was reporting to the diamonds. Or she is talked about more than she thought she was. Sucked to present reality she realized that she had limited options. Being that her hands were bound as were her knees and ankles, she didn’t have very many escape routes in which she could take. But as if hearing her prayers, the sound of distant hooves stole her attackers attention off her, and towards the impending threat.
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Quickly lilacs eyes dark in any direction in which these herbs could be coming from, hoping to God that it was the king of clubs. Only to have her prayers, answered and to see the horns helmets coming straight for her and her captors camp. She had only one wish that moment, and that was to be of use and help the king take down these treacherous men. So she knew she had to sit there and be rescued, not her forte, but she would take it this time. @Himbo Tie
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 01-Dec-22 08:00 PM
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King Alaric BOT 01-Dec-22 10:13 PM
The benefit of living in a kingdom hemmed in with mountains, glaciers, and limited passages was that there were only a set number of ways that one could enter your kingdom. The Spades had the entire coastline that brought with it trade but also the worry of unwanted guests at any point on the vast stretch of land. The Hearts and Diamonds constantly warred over large swaths of farmable land and pastures, as well as forests and lakes. These lands brought much in the way of commerce as well, but with them came the open borders that they could not hope to keep under close observation and patrol. The Kingdom of Clubs were cut off from the rest, reducing their overall farming areas and therefore giving them a smaller population, but this worked to mean that those of them that survived were truly worth their salt. Not only that but residing within the mountains gave them premium access to the ores and other treasures of the mines, giving the Clubs a deep bank to pull on for financing their endeavors. In this moment, sitting atop his warhorse Omen, Alaric was very thankful for the isolated nature of his land. There was only one road the carriage could be on, and that meant he only had to patrol one stretch of land and forests to find his ambushed envoy. Looking down at the neck of the strong black stallion beneath him, Alaric could feel the power with every driving stride in Omen’s gallop. Raised from good stock and around the sounds of the battlefield, Omen had never failed him or let his fear take over in the heat of combat. His body was covered in black and gold armor much like his master’s, and his chocolate eyes were looking around just like Alaric’s. They would find the lost ambassador, and when they did, they would crush her attackers under hoof and blade, together. .
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Galloping down the main road with his knights behind him, Alaric lowered his head to lean into the stinging cold air. At this pace, he would reach the location the scout had whispered to him very soon. As if thinking of it brought it into existence, Alaric leaned back in his saddle and pulled back on the reins attached to Omen’s bridle. Feeling the horse stepping harder to slow down, Alaric raised his right hand into the air as a fist to signal his men to slow to a stop as well. The dirt of the path bore the distinct marks of a carriage, which by itself wouldn’t be strange, but these showed clear signs of coming to a stop before being turned around and going back the other way. There had been a few inches of snowfall while they rode, but even with that layering, Alaric could see the bodies of men littering the ground. Dropping down from Omen and walking to the side of the road, he knelt down beside one body and brushed the snow off of it. Seeing his banner on the man’s tunic, Alaric nodded slowly before standing and walking a few steps further off the path. Releasing Omen’s reins and letting him stay on the path, Alaric knelt down beside another body and brushed him off. Seeing no immediate sign of his banner on the tunic, Alaric gripped the corpse’s breastplate at the collar and pulled him from the snow. Dragging the body back the few feet back to the road, Alaric released his hold on him before reaching his foot out and kicking off any of the remaining snow. It was a disrespectful act to kick a corpse in this manner, but he could not care any less in this moment. This was not one of his men, and he was not happy with either kingdom that this man could belong to for the way they had penetrated his borders and were now threatening his and his wife’s guest. .
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Looking the man over, he did not see the seal on his shoulder plates that would have denoted him as a member of the royal guard that the Kingdom of Hearts employed to escort dignitaries. Kneeling down and brushing at the blank tabard that he wore over his armor; Alaric felt his lips snarl up in disgust. These were not men from a kingdom’s army. They were worse: mercenaries. A blank tabard with no coat of arms meant that they were hired by someone to make this attack without any kind of recognizable link to them. Shaking his head, Alaric rolled the corpse over and started to unclasp the breastplate and untie the tabard. Shoving them off of the body to expose his back, Alaric looked over a vast array of tattoos and markings before nodding as he looked up. The tattoo over the man’s right shoulder blade bore the imagery of the Kingdom of Diamonds, though it had been burned on as a brand. This was not common practice by the military of the kingdom. It was the preferred method of a more extreme sect of Diamond nobility. Reaching his right hand back and pulling his dagger from its sheath, he brought it forward and cut the flesh from the man’s back to preserve the brand and the message it carried with it. Standing up and holding the frozen hunk of flesh, he slipped his dagger back in the sheath before raising his hand and summoning over one of the younger knights. Laying the piece of meat on the man’s armored thigh, he looked up into the man’s eyes before speaking, “Alfarr, take this back to Queen Rosemary. Tell her it comes from the body of one of the attackers. She will know what to do with the information. Move with haste, time is of the essence. The rest of you, with me!” .
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Walking back over to Omen, he stepped up into the stirrups and quickly pulled himself back up to his seat in the saddle of his loyal steed. Patting the horse on the side of the neck in a silent thanks for being well-trained and not running off, Alaric started him at slow pace down the road, his eyes scanning to see where the carriage might have veered off the road. His knights were spread out on his flanks, their horses moving at a walk to keep pace with him as they looked for signs. As if the wind was working with him, it shifted to blowing towards them from the south, and with it came the scent of woodsmoke. Looking around, the trees loomed above them, but he could see the gentle black wisps in the distance that betrayed the invaders. They should have had a cold meal. Their confidence brought a smile to Alaric’s lips as he whistled and drew his axe before pointing toward the direction of the smoke. His knights drew their swords, maces, and axes before the ones on his left circled around slightly to form an inverted V facing the woods. His eyes located a wide cut between two trees where the underbrush had been beaten down by hooves, feet, and carriage wheels. Pointing towards it, he gripped his heels up against Omen’s flank, bringing the horse to stand impressively on its hind legs before galloping towards the gap in the trees. His knights followed behind them, their horses bearing similar black and gold armor over their white, brown, and gray coats. It would have been an impressive sight to see, all of the horses moving in unison as a display of strength and cohesion, but in this moment, Alaric was not thinking about how attractive it would be on the parade grounds. He wanted efficiency, and his men could and would deliver. .
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Driving into the woods, he closed his eyes and lifted his left hand into the air, his fingers beginning to glow softly in the dim light of the woods before he felt a tug from in front of him. He was drawing on the natural fire in the area, and it guided him to the closest source of thermal power that he could use. In this instance, he knew that it would take him to the fire that had tipped him off to where the ambushing invaders were. Thundering through the beat down underbrush, he opened his eyes and reached behind him to pull his shield off his back. Holding it in his left hand and his sword in his right, he released his hold on Omen’s reins and simply used his pressure from his knees to direct the powerful steed to turn when he needed it. Looking down the path, he could see the light beginning to glow and reflect off the snow and trees ahead of him. The trees and underbrush fell away and displayed a clearing with a small frozen pond in the center of it. He knew the area well, as it was a place that he would often come down to in order to fish during the summer or to ice fish when he wanted to. There had been a small cottage built on the shore, but he had deconstructed it when he found that it was being used by youths to have sex out in the woods. Smirking as he recognized the area, he heard his knights fanning out in a wide V formation that would drive through the enemies easily. Ahead of him were three large tents with men spilling out of them, and across the lake near the opposite wood line he could see a large Friesian horse tied up to the trees. A shock of red in the snow moved as he looked towards it, but his eyes were drawn first to the armored men that were scrambling to get into a defensive position. .
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Not wanting them to have time to find their spears or their courage, Alaric led his knights in a charge down the grass that lined the frozen pond and onto the ice where the tents were situated. He knew the ice was thick enough from years of visiting it and performing tactics like this in training, but the men before him did not seem to trust the ice. Seeing their defense shaking brough fervor to Alaric’s charge as he pushed Omen faster towards the men before him. The closest man was caught kneeling with his shield as Omen’s armored chest slammed into him. Breaking his arm and neck with the force of impact, his body became nothing more than a limp sack that Omen kicked through to step over and further the charge. Alaric swung his axe down at the closest man beside him, breaking through the man’s block and cleaving his axe deep into the side of the man’s chainmail covered neck. The blade cut through the armor and bit into flesh before being ripped free as man and horse both continued forward. Swinging over either side of his steed as he continued forward, Alaric blocked sword and axe blows with his own axe or his shield, but as Omen continued forward, he could feel his steed losing its speed and advantage. In an open area where the closest man had been slain, Alaric stood in his stirrups before leaping to the left and getting free of Omen’s saddle. Clicking his teeth twice and whistling, he saw Omen’s ears twitch as he understood the command and galloped off the ice and back to the woods they had just come through. He saw several of his knights dismounting as well and sending their horses away, allowing them to have the safety of being out of combat and giving the knights better control over their surroundings. The initial charge had battered down most of the enemy soldiers, but looking around himself, Alaric could still see eight between him and the horse he had spotted earlier. .
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In this moment of calm before he re-engaged, he was able to look across the clearing and identify the red mark that he had seen before. Seeing the red and black riding coat around the slender body, his eyes flicked up to the red hair that stood in sharp contrast from her pale skin. Even from this far away, he could see the beauty that Lilac possessed, and seeing her on the ground at the mercy of these mercenaries, Alaric gripped his axe harder and strode forward with his shield ready. The first man sprinted towards him with a large poleaxe in both of his hands, which he swung quickly at the king when he was close enough to. Raising his shield and deflecting the blow to his side, Alaric turned into the attack and slammed his own axe head into the side of the man’s helmet. It could not penetrate the steel, but it dented it in very nicely, with a crunching sound confirming the fact that the man was now falling to his death. Slipping his axe into his belt and slipping his shield onto his back, Alaric bent down and wrenched the weapon from the man’s hands. Slamming the hammer side down on his head, he made sure the soldier was dead before striding forwards. The second man came at him with a sword and shield raised, to which Alaric raised the poleaxe and kept the butt spike pointed at the man. Deflecting his slashes with the shaft of the weapon, he waited until the man devoted himself to a risky thrust before stepping forward and swinging the axe head down quickly. Cleaving the man’s hand off at the wrist, he brought the weapon forward and shoved the long head spike through his throat. Listening to the man gurgle and drown on his blood as he fell to his knees, Alaric swung the weapon in a fierce strike that split the helmet open and dropped the man immediately. .
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The final men were now approaching him, but Alaric simply stood his ground as he could hear the hooves of his knights coming up behind him. Three knights had wheeled around and stayed on their horses so that they could be used as shock troops. As the final of the first three men closed in and approached Alaric, the five closest to Lilac were quickly run down by the three knights. Their horses flattened them before expert strikes from maces killed any that survived. Seeing the man falter for a moment as he glanced behind him at his back up dying, Alaric shook his head when the man dropped his longsword and stepped back. The man was trying to surrender, but the insult had already been driven home. Surrender as he might, this man would not be making it home. However, Alaric was no fool, and he was willing to hear the man out. Holding the poleaxe in his right hand and placing the butt spike on the icy ground, Alaric gestured the man forward before pointing at the ground before him. It was a simple, unspoken command that the man followed without hesitation. Dropping to his knees and removing his helmet to look up at Alaric, the man was silent for only a moment before speaking quickly, “My Lord, please find mercy to spare me. I will carry word back to my master that we failed. I will tell him that you have spared my life in order to issue a warning to him. Please, your Excellency, let me return home, and I will tell Lord Eckbert that you know what he has done.” Smirking as the man spoke, Alaric brought his left hand up to hold one finger in front of his mouth, silencing the man. Leaning forward, he narrowed his eyes and spoke with a glare, “You will be able to talk to Eckbert very soon. You will have all of eternity to ask him why he sent you to die.” .
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Kicking the man in the chest to send him sprawling backwards, Alaric reached his left hand out and cast a ball of flames from his palm. It caught the man in his chest before engulfing his body in rolling flames, melting flesh and cloth alike while scorching the metal armor he wore. His screams were loud and pathetic, but they were quickly choked away as his tongue swelled and burst with his throat. Holding his hand out to intensify the flames, Alaric growled down at the twitching corpse as his brown eyes reflected the dancing flames that crawled over the fresh corpse. Pulling his hand back and cutting himself off from the magic, he watched the man continue to roast before looking at the weapon in his right hand. He nodded at it before whistling shrilly. Omen’s hooves approached him quickly and as the dutiful steed stopped beside him, he strapped his new weapon tight against the horse’s saddle before walking towards the form of the ambassador. He saw near her the carriage with its rider and horses tied up nearby, a good sight to be seen as he also saw the other horses that had been taken from his knights and the men from Hearts. Two knights came up beside him to see what he wanted them to do, their eyes glancing around them before settling on him. Gesturing towards the horses that were corralled together, he spoke in a low voice, “Release the driver and help him get the horses tacked and returned to the carriage. Then, gather the horses of our fallen and prepare them for the ride home. Casualties?” One of the knights cleared his throat before speaking in a low voice as well, “At once, your Highness. We lost Leif, but Gunnar and Hrafn are both wounded. They are being patched up now and Leif is being prepared for travel.” .
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Nodding as he dismissed the knights, Alaric walked quickly towards the ambassador where she was laying in the snow, his ears well attuned to Omen’s hooves staying just beside him. Raising his right hand and placing it on the horse’s neck as he got a few feet from Lilac, he silently commanded the horse to stand and wait as he closed the final distance and knelt down beside the redheaded woman. This close to her, her beauty could not be ignored, but her fair skin was decorated by signs of exposure to the cold which broke his heart. Her lips had taken on a purple hue as well as a fierce red blush to her cheeks and nose. Reaching his hand behind him to retrieve his dagger, he quickly cut the bindings on her body before replacing it in its sheath. Reaching his arms out to cradle her and lift her easily, Alaric smiled and allowed a warmth to radiate through his armor and arms to start pulsing some warmth through her cold body. Looking over her tired features, he spoke in a gently tone as he walked toward the carriage, “Ambassador Lilac, this was not how I expected to meet you again. You are safe now, I promise you.” As he reached the carriage, he opened the door and moved to place her on one of the benches inside. Holding her there for a moment as he looked over her frame for any obvious signs of injury. Alaric stepped back after a short while to summon one of his knights to his side. Pointing at Omen and then at Lilac’s horse Pio, he spoke quickly, “Tie a lead to their reins and have them both tied to the back of the carriage. It is time for us to return home. Leave the dead enemies here, the cold will preserve them so that we might investigate another day.” .
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Seeing the knight nod obediently, Alaric moved to climb into the carriage with the ambassador. Finding her adrenaline reserves having finally been expended, he smiled before sitting beside her and letting her rest against his warmth as the carriage started to bring them closer to his castle and his queen’s waiting arms. He had felt the warmth of embrace from his wife as he rode, but he had ignored the sensation until he was somewhere that he could allow his guard down. Smiling as he held Lilac’s slender frame against him, Alaric allowed his eyes to slip closed as he basked in the warmth of his wife’s love coming through the arcane to reach him. @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 02-Dec-22 12:11 AM
The kingdom’s castle was a buzz with the orders that Queen Rosemary doled out. Once one task was complete, the staff and knights of the castle returned to the side of the queen in order to gain their next task. No individual would be allowed to relax until Rosemary gave the clearing order. Not until the King was safe and sound back within the ivory walls of the castle. Not until the ambassador from the Hearts kingdom had arrived and could be assessed for any kind of trauma or injuries they may have sustained. She had sat upon that throne for only a few moments before the sensation of being still and waiting for those she commanded to come to her was too still for Rosemary’s tastes. In quiet defiance, she stood from her throne and walked the halls of her palace. Her delicate hands moved back to take her husband’s crown in her fingers. It almost felt like he was with her as she moved down the halls. She could almost feel the warmth that constantly rippled out from him by holding the jeweled crown. Every so often a servant or member of her staff would run up to her to report on different completed orders, only to either get a nod of approval or to get a new order to complete and sent on their way. Rosemary herself was inspecting the castle halls making her way to her private study. It was the best place for her to think and to work. It was also the best place for any of her staff within the castle to find her. The slightly more narrow corridor turned and she came upon a large black door with a golden seal of the kingdom emblazoned upon it. In clear words she saw her name and honorifics engraved in the same gold within the door, indicating for any who might have been curious or unsure who’s room this was. Not like any of her staff would have been confused. The castle was hers. The grounds were hers. The different rooms and corridors, the parapets and the top of the walls, the gates and gardens were all hers. Rosemary shared it only with Alaric, though this was somet
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hing that their Chancellor had insisted on. The reasoning he had given was because if there were new staff it would make it easier for them to find her majesty for different orders and correspondence that she needed. .
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The office of Her Majestic Excellency, Queen Rosemary the First of the illustrious Kingdom of Clubs Rosemary lightly trailed her fingers over the golden letters that indicated her name, not caring of the honorifics before it or the title of her station afterwards. They had been added on the advice of her Chancellor who she did certainly trust the advice of, though in this particular aspect Rosemary thought this had been just a bit more of overkill than was necessary. A small grin came to her face as those matching amber eyes glanced down at the crown in her other hand. The day that the words had been installed on the door, Alaric had teased her relentlessly for having such a long title on the door. His words had been playful and full of fun, and Rosemary had taken his teases in strides. It had been a day that was not long after the pair had taken the castle and asserted their rule over the kingdom from the previous nobility. The engagement between herself and Alaric was the only reason why she kept the ridiculously extravagant name on the door. Rosemary had pulled her newly crowned king into her office that day to prove once and for all with him in private just exactly why she deserved the length and exquisite nature of her door’s titles. It had been a session that had been emboldened and passionate. There was only minimal furniture at the time, but Rosemary had been sure to take her husband on every piece of it, claiming his mouth, his skin, his chest and so on. In return Alaric had done the same, possessively marking her neck and breasts and torso. .
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Rosemary quietly pushed the door open, the memory of the passionate embrace she had shared with him those years ago washing away to how the office looked now in the present before her instead of how it looked within her mind in the past. Over the years with the different events, meetings, appointments and other such commanding requests from dignitaries and emissaries of the different realms had filled the office now with bookshelves holding various texts and scrolls. A chaise lounge chair and a matching armchair sat quiet upon a rug in front of a small marble white fireplace. The fabric of the furniture was black and velveteen soft, clean and pristine. On the opposite side of the room sat a large desk of ebony wood, with a striking gold and crimson chair sat behind it. There were a few pieces of parchment stacked neatly on the desk ready to be reviewed and sent out to those needing the information. Rosemary walked the room, standing at the tall glass windows that overlooked a side garden and keeping track of the different orders she had given and what still needed to be done. The castle is secure, the knights and guards are standing at the ready as they should be. She said quietly in her head, going over the checklist she had for herself. The scout’s family will be notified, and he should be peacefully resting. I need to be sure to send my condolences to his family for his noble service to the crown. He did a duty that not many would be able to stomach, and his family should be recognized for the bravery he showed. Rosemary regretted not being able to ease the man’s pain. It had been shortly after Alaric had left that she went to the scout’s room, wanting nothing more than to thank him for rushing back to the castle and to thank him for his service. Unfortunately, the scout would never hear the praise of his queen, as he had slipped from this world before she had arrived. Now she had the grueling task of notifying his next of kin, and attempting to ease their
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grief. .
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Not wanting to delay it any further then she had to, Rose quietly made her way behind her desk taking a large black feather quill from its rest and dipping it into a well of ebony ink. As she scratched out the note that would be sent to the family, she let the words glide over the parchment with ease. Her penmanship was beautiful, something she prided herself on, and within a few minutes the letter had been completed, dried and stamped with the official seal of the Queen. Pulling open a drawer of the desk, she glanced through the differently colored ribbons she could wrap the letter with, each color having a different indicating meaning. Finally finding a length of black satin ribbon with a white embroidered club upon it, Rosemary wrapped and tied the letter she had finished writing with the ribbon, sealing it again with a glittering white wax seal using the stamp she had used before, showing this was coming from the queen’s desk and should be treated with dignity, respect and reverence. No sooner had she finished with a task she preferred to never have to do, the door to her office burst open and a young knight she knew to be a part of her husband’s band came in, out of breath and panting. His eyes were wide, searching the office for the person he’d ridden his horse nearly to exhaustion to get back to. His chocolate brown hair that fell quietly in his eyes clumped together in the sweat upon his face. His fierce eyes finally fell upon Rosemary who sat unperturbed behind her desk. .
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“Your Majesty, excuse the intrusion.” He had breathed, but Rosemary just shook her head and waved her hand in silence. If this man was returning to her from the King’s group that had left the castle in such a state there was certainly a reason for it. “Alfarr I imagine that the reason for the interruption is a good one. Please, speak freely. Do you bring news of the Ambassador? Of His Majesty? Have they returned?” She said quietly, her words gentle but stern. Whatever he had to say, she needed to hear it. Required the information he was holding from her. Alfarr merely bowed low in front of her, striding forward and placing a handkerchief of white that was stained a horribly red and brown color. The reason for the staining was clear when the knight unwrapped on her desk the hunk of flesh that showed the crest that the King had needed her to see. His words relayed that it came from a downed enemy that had attacked her carriage. Attacked the envoy that was escorting the Ambassador safely to her kingdom. While ice was her main arcana, Rosemary felt the heat of a raging inferno bubble within her chest. The audacity of the kingdom of Diamonds to assault a peaceful envoy in this manner. What was worse, Rosemary recognized the brand in front of her as one that would not have been commanded by the direct King and Queen of the realm of Diamonds. No, it would have come from an underling in their nobility and warranted an immediate response for this attack on the Clubs territory. .
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“Thank you Alfarr… Please, rest yourself and your horse. I expect to be notified the moment the King arrives back to the palace.” She said in the same stern tone from before. The knight bowed his head multiple times as he made his way out of the office, leaving the slice of meat on her desk. Rosemary was quick with her quill again, writing the letter that would need to be sent to the Diamond’s Queen. The King ruled the kingdom, but Rosemary knew better than to send her letter to him. He was next to useless in comparison; the Queen ruled for the most part and her influence was of far greater importance to her. .
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Dearest Queen of the realm of Diamonds, While the kingdom of Clubs has no quarrel with the realm of Diamonds, it has come to my attention that unfortunately there is a conflict that you wish to express. My peaceful envoy was attacked by men that bore your symbol and I demand an explanation. If it is your desire to begin a war that you cannot win with the Kingdom of Clubs, then please send additional mercenaries to our doors. My King and myself will be more than willing to send their corpses back to you in pieces. If you will recall, you lost quite a lot of your battalions the last time this was attempted by your King, and there was a treaty signed by yourself as well as His Majesty to not defile our borders. Surely the mercenaries were meant for your sister and not for my knights. Please correct me if this was not sent in your direction. I expect an answer from you sooner rather than later; a delayed response would not do well for you or your kingdom. Kindly, Queen Rosemary of the Kingdom of Clubs .
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Once finished and satisfied with the threat that certainly was more a promise than anything else, Rosemary sealed the letter with a scarlet ribbon, standing and taking the pair of letters to a steward outside the office. Explicit instructions were given to have them sent immediately and with no delay. Just when Rosemary lost sight of the young steward the trumpeting sounds of horns signaling the King’s return drew her attention. Finally, Thank goodness With a faster pace she made her way to the front of the castle, stepping out of the large ebony doors to greet the carriage as it pulled into the front grounds and halted out front of her. Rosemary could almost not contain her excitement, seeing the black horses pulled gently behind the carriage that matched their coats. Omen she recognized easily, though she assumed the other must have belonged to Ambassador Lilac. The knights that had traveled with the King bowed their heads as they rode on to put their horses away after their hard ride and rescue. Rosemary nodded in polite and respectful acknowledgement, her amber eyes glistening as the footman of the carriage hopped down and opened the black carriage door for the pair inside. @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 02-Dec-22 10:53 AM
The thunderous applause of the horses galloping straight towards her, I love you I like to have a simple smirk cross her face. She knew that the king had come for her, and that she would soon be safe again. And that the idiot mercy areas that had decided to attack her were absolutely fucked. And the small little sadist inside her enjoyed the idea of these mercenary‘s screaming and running around, trying to not be killed by the King and his swordsman swing. There was a simple grace as the king road forward across the frozen lake, without hesitation to house in the ice might be. Laila thought to a second that maybe it was the protection of the queen, because she always heard that the queen had ice arcane. Maybe that allowed the fiery king to have a little more protection. Back to the present second, the first swing the king of clubs weapon is deathly, but that doesn’t stop him from double checking to make sure that the pathetic and weak mercenary is for sure dead. Laila, she’s barely able to keep her eyes on what’s going on, but just in case, the king doesn’t get to her in time and one of the mercenary decide to run with her she stays alert, even though her body wants to give in. there is a man surrenders to the king, thinking that the merciless Viking king will spare him so that he may send a message back to the man that sent them. He must’ve not known the king of hearts to wealth, for he did not let that man live. As the battle was easily won no matter how many men poured out of the tents, the warrior king was triumphant as always. Laila couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief when she saw the Viking king coming towards her. She looked rugged and bloody from the bottle just in a suit, though he doesn’t even look like he’s broken a sweat. That just tells you the pure power of him. Once he is close enough to always touch her, that’s on her body gives in and allows for the adrenaline rush to cease. .
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Took you long enough your majesty. Here I was thinking that maybe you weren’t coming.” There was a playful yet sultury tone to her comment. And the playful smirk upon her lips it was only just a way to solidify the joke as well as the sass. The king of clubs only return with a slight up turn of the side of his mouth and a small shake of his head. He was still too focused on making sure that lilac was safe before letting his guard down. But once his hands raft their way around her body, she started to let her guard down. As the bloody king looked her over very quickly for life threatening injuries, lilac paid to herself, that she could keep her minor ones out of his head in order to not be an inconvenience. She wished to take care of herself once she could. That’s when she felt his regal heat and enveloping aura wash over her and her body. It was like sitting in front of a fire in the grand hall after being frozen in the woods. Laila couldn’t help it anymore, her adrenaline high came down, and the last word she heard were from the king. He told her she was sick and that she had nothing to worry about anymore because she was in his care now. That’s when her body succumb. Finally releasing to the pain, her body, her endured, the adrenaline finally draining from her body, allowing it to start the healing process but at the same time, making her pass out once more. She stays passed out in the kings, warm, embrace until close to the castle. .
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There was a certain bump in the road that causes lilacs eyes to open, this time when she opened her eyes, she no longer felt the aches of the cold or shiver of ice. This time the only thing she felt was the strong king of hearts, warm aura. As she realizes she’s in the kings arms, in a carriage with him, she turns her tail delicate face up towards the kings. Who’s eyes are closed. The gentle softness in the upturn of his lips almost looks like he’s smiling at something. He looks peaceful, almost with his eyes closed. That is as peaceful as a bloodhound can look. Let it sound myself, wishing to reach her hand up and touch the kings stubble beard. His skin looked rough, but at the same time soft. His features as his eyes were closed, and his face slack were comforting in a way. As Lilac dutifully studies, the small turn of his lips, the small amount of rosie blush on his cheeks, the tough knit of his eyebrows, and the way, his chest rows in fall with each gentle breath. gentle as in, it can move lilac with each rise and fall. But there was something calm about it. This is the moment in time that she hears the trumpets, signaling the arrival of the carriage. Meaning that they’re finally at the castle. Quickly, her head falls back up on his chest and she fakes unconsciousness. She doesn’t understand why she does this. It’s just a reflex. .
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When she is faking unconsciousness she is able to think about what her body is now feeling, due to the fact that the adrenaline is gone. She takes note of the burn her legs feel probably from the rough woody rope that was tightened around her knees, and ankles. She made note of her wrists, and how they were also in the same burn. Lilac assumed that it was all from the same rope. Remind was curious on why this roof hurt so badly for her she had been tied up before rough rope. But somehow, this time it was different, she was going to make sure that she looked into that when she had a moment to herself. That’s when her mind race to the reason why she was summoned to the Kingdom of clubs. There is usually only one reason an ace is summoned to another kingdom. It is either because they have been sent to head to inform the other kingdoms of her master’s arrival or it is because they wish to have a new face to have fun with. Would they require my services now? I hope that I can sneak away for a few minutes just so I can check myself before any servicing happens. Maybe I won’t be so lucky though, a girl can hope. Laila thought to herself as the carriage came to a stop. She felt the king move behind her, she kept your eyes close, it’s still faking unconsciousness. She is once again, picked up and carried out of the carriage. This causes an immediate reaction to wake up and hold onto the king. She doesn’t wish to be dropped, especially not with the minor injuries she’s endured. Her eyes open and look forward as he carries her out, and that’s when she gets the first look upon the queen of clubs after a month or two separation. .
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As lilacs eyes fall upon the stunning ice queen, she can’t help but smile at the pure regal aura she commands and the beauty she holds. Slowly, her eyes scan over the queens, clothes, and body. The interaction a few months ago Lilac was unable to interact with or studies the queen as much as she would’ve liked. The beautiful curves of her breasts draw anyone’s attention, even without effort. Her gorgeous curves and hips are some things that lilac finds herself fantasizing being in between. The calm calculated queen in front of her has a certain erotic nature to her. Where, as you look at the perfect queen of clubs, you find yourself drooling little over her perfect proportions. Then, after her eyes, have traced over the places where she wishes to put her hands, her eyes make it up to her face. The gorgeous tone of her skin, contrasted by the raising black of her hair, only to be complemented by the gorgeous golden hazel of her eyes. Anyone on looking the queen would surely say she is one of the most fair. If not the most fair. What am i thinking? Why am I so attracted to her? I’m sure I’m here for the king to service him. Let’s not be fawning over the queen now. Do you know how this works? Just don’t forget it or embarrass yourself. Lilac gives herself that little peptalk as the king walks towards the queen. His strides are long and impressive. Though lilac couldn’t help but feel that he was doing far too much for an ace like herself. She was perfectly able to walk, there was no wonder I need for her to be carried. .
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Her eyes turn upon the king, only to then trace her hand over his neck, letting her nails dig just slightly. She had hoped that he too enjoyed that as well. At that moment the shock of the sudden touch was enough for lilac to be able to get out of his arms. Once her feet were up on the ground again she put the last few steps towards the queen. “Your highness.” Her tone, formal yet always having a tanan of seduction. As per formal protocol, the ace takes gentle hold of her writing coat and dress underneath, and does a low cursy to the queen. When you were in the station of an A’s, it is important to remember that Kurts, seeing the lower you go the more respect you have. And when, especially bowing to someone who you may be servicing soon, respect needs to be shown from the very first moment. Lilac is very good at remembering the rules and regulations of being an ace. She loves to tease but never to disrespect. Unfortunately her curtsy isn’t as low as she would’ve liked it too. The abrasions up on her knees and ankles cause her legs to start to shake. Luckily, lilac is good at suppressing shaking. So she is able to complete a perfect courtesy for the queen. “I do apologize for the delay, your highness, unfortunately I was attacked. I do greatly appreciate you sending your king to come rescue me.” As she speaks she finds herself keeping her eyes closer to the ground, then towards the queen’s face. Lila had never been good at keeping eye contract in any worship or form. It always been something she struggle with though she get away with it, but speaking by moving a lot. “I also wish to apologize for my appearance. Your king is quite the fighter and rescued me. With any means necessary therefore, I do have blood upon my coat. Which I do apologize.” Once she is finished in the words of left, her mouth is when she starts unbuttoning her riding coat. For she sees the maid off to the side, almost looking, eager to take and clean the ambassador’s coat.
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Once off, she hands it to the eager girl who runs off to clean it. Underneath her writing coat is a chiffon dress. At least that’s the fabric it’s made from, though the chest part of the dress is held to the skirt of the dress by cord. The curve of her waist and breast are only accentuated by the soft fabric of the top. And then the simple drop of the skirt allows the flow to her legs, as well as a mystery to what lies beneath the skirt. Lilac can only hope that the king and queen approve of her choice in clothing. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have much other clothing then red. As per the king of hearts request to have her only in the house colors.
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She had hoped that it wouldn’t offend the king and queen of clubs that she was wearing her own houses colors and not their own. As per she has been invited to their kingdom and usually the ace wears either a mix of the house colors or the house they’re visiting colors. Though on the short notice in which she was able to She was unable to go and find address in which reflected both the clubs and the hearts. The king of hearts was very strict about the fact that he wanted her to wear nothing but his colors. @Himbo Tie
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 02-Dec-22 11:19 AM
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King Alaric BOT 02-Dec-22 01:31 PM
Alaric’s warmth radiated within the carriage, emanating from his body as he kept the temperature at a comfortable temperature. Not so hot that he or the Ambassador started sweating, but not so cool that there was no point in his display. He knew the shocking cold that the young woman’s body was battling against, and as he looked over Lilac’s frame held against him, he wished only to help her warm up. A blush came to his cheeks as he thought of multiple ways that he could help her to warm up, be that by him breath his warmth over every inch of her body or allowing Lilac to ride on his shaft which would radiate warmth internally through her body. Warmth spread through his chest and to his groin, bringing a soft moan to Alaric’s lips as he felt his manhood beginning to enlarge and press against the padded cloth he wore beneath the mail and plate armor. Glancing over the redhead’s frame, he was reminded of what she said and the sultry tone that came with the words. Looking at her resting face, he smirked before whispering softly, “I will be coming to you many times in the near future, little Ace. Just wait.” He turned his attention to the interior design of the carriage in an attempt to quell his desire, his body rocking gently with the motion of the carriage as it was drawn over the crushed underbrush and saplings. He glanced down at his sword and axe canted forward along his left leg and chastised himself for not removing them so that he could sit more comfortably, but he was not one to be separated from his weapons when a follow up attack was possible. Letting his right hand run idly over Lilac’s side as she laid against him, Alaric braced against her to keep them from rocking too badly and waking her up when they transitioned back onto the hard-packed dirt of the path through the mountains. The carriages that they sent were kept well-oiled so that the suspensions made them a smooth ride, but it seemed this carriage had been damaged in the initial attack. .
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Adding that to a short list of things he would need to address when he had time upon his arrival, Alaric leaned his head back and let the gentle sounds of horse hooves around them lull him into a sense of comfort. As they rode on the path, he felt the carriage slowing down, but they were still far from the castle. Sitting up slightly and dropping his left hand to the head of his axe, he listened to several approaching footsteps before a gentle knock could be heard on the door of the carriage. Reaching forward and opening it, he smirked and nodded when he saw the commander of the platoon that had been instructed to follow. Chastising himself internally for not trusting his knights to keep a threat away, he shifted slightly so that Lilac was leaning against the seat more than him as he spoke, “Take your men and station them on the road. No more visitors are welcome in the kingdom until I can investigate how these invaders got so deep into our territory. Send a runner to the closest garrison and request a graves company to retrieve our dead. Once they are properly cared for, we will ready the dead from the Hearts to be returned home. Leave the others for the wolves; strip their armor and weapons and leave them.” Seeing the commander nod his acknowledgement before stepping away without another word, Alaric shifted back against the seat as one of his knights closed the carriage door. Moving carefully so as not to shift or bother the ambassador too much, he removed his helmet and hooked it on his armor once again. Reaching his left hand up, he released the tie around his hair before leaning his head back and letting his eyes close and escort him into a realm of easy sleep. He was not exhausted by the combat, but he was wise enough to know that one should capitalize on every opportunity they had to rest their eyes, be that when on the march and campaign or preparing for a strenuous activity. .
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Some time had passed as his eyes were closed, Alaric’s mind going beyond an alert nap and falling into an actual rest that allowed his features and body to soften. There was no longer a threat to him or his kingdom, and he was able to rest with no responsibilities at that moment. He was only made aware of how deeply he had fallen into his slumber when he heard the trumpets sounding from the parapets of the exterior wall of his castle. Shifting slightly as he felt a weight pressed against his chest, it took a moment for Alaric to remember where he was before his eyes slipped down to look at Lilac’s resting face on his chest. Bringing his right hand up to gently brush some of her hair from her face, he smiled warmly before blinking heavily to bring his mind to focus on the present moment. The hard-packed dirt had transitioned to cobblestone miles back on the trail, an unfortunate transition that often led to a hard thud on the wheels of any carriage or cart that did not have well-functioning suspensions. Alaric had plans to continue the stone path to the border, but finding suitable masons was proving to be a problem when most wanted to earn their fortune in the mines. Rolling his shoulders back to allow his back to crack as he felt the carriage slowing down, he shifted in his seat and pulled Lilac up from the bench to be in his lap and cradled by his arms yet again. When the door opened and the interior of the castle courtyard greeted his eyes, Alaric lifted the ambassador before stepping slowly and easily out of the carriage. Nodding his thanks to the obedience of the footman that opened the door without being prompted, Alaric felt his eyes immediately drawn to his queen before him. .
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Seeing the relief washing over her features as she no longer needed to hold onto the stoic face of a woman sending her husband to battle, Alaric could barely quell the desire to run to her and take her in his arms. Instead, he allowed his eyes to dance over Rosemary’s face before flicking down to Lilac where she had woken and was now holding onto him for support. Smiling down at the woman in his arms, he let his gaze travel back up to his wife as he strode closer to her. The way her body curved perfectly was something that he had found he loved more than the oxygen in his lungs. She fit perfectly against him, and he fit perfectly within her, a fact that the two of them had proven on many different occasions when he took his queen wherever he pleased. The throne room, the kitchens, a carriage while riding to another kingdom. Anywhere the heat of passion took hold of them, he had shown the gods above how perfect his wife was for him. His eyes were torn away when he felt fingers gliding down his neck, nails soon following to dig into his flesh and pull a moan from his throat. Looking down at Lilac as she shifted in his grasp, he let his arm beneath her legs slowly straighten to allow her down onto her feet. Pulling his hands back only when he was confident that she could support herself, Alaric stepped around her to stand beside his wife, his left arm reaching around her waist as he leaned down to press his lips to hers. Holding for a moment, he released only to look at their guest and receive her formal introduction. Letting his eyes follow the movements of her curtsy, Alaric nodded slowly when she spoke of her coat being bloodied by his armor. He had not thought to wipe himself clean, but he would also not be seen apologizing for how dutiful he had been in protecting their guest. .
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Watching the servant step forward to take the ambassador’s coat, Alaric was not able to keep his eyes from widening slightly when he looked over the dress that Lilac was left standing in. He allowed his eyes to roam freely over her body, taking in the deep contrast of the red against the pale skin beneath it. There was no anger in his eyes at the representation of her parent kingdom in her clothes, though Alaric was quickly thinking of the clothes that could be made for her to bring the color closer to where he would desire it. The thin material left enough to the imagination that Alaric felt a desire to rip it off of her, but he kept his desires at bay as he glanced at his wife. He wished to see Rosemary’s reaction, for it was as much her idea as it was his to invite the Ace for their mutual pleasure and enjoyment in the comfort of their home. He was aware of the icy chill in the mountain air, and despite the fact that the dress would not offer much protection from the cold, he made sure that neither his wife nor their guest felt too much bite from the wind. @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 02-Dec-22 04:34 PM
Relief was far too mild a statement. Elation was closer to what Rosemary felt, watching the pair step from the carriage. Well to be more correct, her husband stepping down the step from the carriage, carrying the long anticipated guest Ambassador Lilac in his arms. He was lucky that Rose was not a jealous woman. Not like he had ever given her a reason to be jealous of another’s affections or graces to him. Rosemary knew well that of all the women in all the realms, there was none that could satisfy her king like her. Those softened gold eyes watched as the pair made their way closer, Lilac stirring and standing on her own after a while. Such a sweet thing, just as I recall her being The queen thought pleasantly to herself, allowing those crimson lips to curl in a quiet smile at her guest. Though perhaps not as sweet as all that, considering the sound she was able to pull from Alaric when requesting to be let down from his arms. It was a sound Rosemary knew all too well, and she thoroughly enjoyed the serenade preview of it. Making a mental note of it, she vowed to hear more of that growling sound to properly reward him for a job well done. He had returned to the kingdom to her. In tact, and relatively safe and sound. He had retrieved the ambassador that the pair of them had been keen to see once more and although a little dirty with some minor scrapes, Lilac looked no worse for wear. Before the woman could begin her formal introductions, an urgent matter had been brought to Rosemary’s attention in the form of that quiet embrace from her king. The kiss held so much more than words could say. A welcome home, a prideful congratulations on the success of the rescue, a promise for an evening reward to celebrate, all wrapped in a tender press of their mouths. While the Kingdom of Hearts certainly was the faction that was thought to be the most romantic, certainly showing how passionate and sensual their colors and symbols could be, in truth Clubs had them beat. They
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didn’t need fancy displays of forced affection. They didn’t require grand statements to declare to the world. No, they just required each other and there was no fear of showing that desire for one another any chance they got. .
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When King Alaric pulled away, if only out of duty, Queen Rosemary raised her left hand. She had held fast to his crown since he departed, bringing it with her and guarding it as if her life depended on it’s safety. Now, with his majesty returned, she could return what was rightfully his. He need not kneel to her, simply bow his head a moment so she could straighten it and align the golden ring on his head properly. Once complete, the picture was certainly an exquisite one. A might northern king, holding his elegant and fierce queen. Both of them turned their gaze towards Lilac, finally ready to acknowledge her formal introduction, which she made by first apologizing for the delay she had done on the road. “My dear Ambassador Lilac, please do not apologize for something like this. It is the fault of my kingdom for not having sent more knights to escort you safely. I implore your forgiveness in this oversight, and couldn’t be more thrilled that you are now here safe and sound at last.” As far as Rosemary was concerned, there was nothing that Lilac needed to apologize for. Rose hadn’t sent enough troops to escort the envoy, and she would surely require a more stringent training regimen for her knights in order to better then for any further attacks on their lands. Failure like this was inconceivable. But the poor woman continued, apologizing next for the blood that stained her coat. Rosemary merely chuckled at her. Why would blood offend the Queen of Clubs? Her reign had begun in blood; if she had had some problem with the sight of it, she surely would not be queen right now. However, she merely raised a hand to acknowledge the baseless apology and wave it off. There was no need for Lilac to fret over something as trivial as that. .
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“What matters to me,” She began once Lilac seemed to be done apologizing and showing the proper respect to Rosemary and to Alaric, “Is that you are safe and as unharmed as could possibly have come to pass, given the circumstances. Please, while the cold has never bothered me as I have grown accustomed to its chill here in the north, I daresay it would not do well for you to catch a cold by remaining outside in the snow.” Of course Rosemary recognized the gentle warmth emanating from Alaric, but even still it would be best to take the pair of them inside. Make sure they were fed, watered, cared for if necessary and then in other ways as well. Expecting Lilac to follow with Alaric at her side, Rosemary turned to bring them into the warmth of the castle. She noted the revealing nature of the Ambassador’s clothes and two conflicting thoughts came to mind. Firstly, that the Kingdom of Hearts certainly enjoyed showing off. The clothing the woman wore was beautiful as a standard for them, but for Rosemary she found it a little tacky. Could they not properly clothe their Ace? Or did the King and Queen of Hearts just prefer to have her as nude as they could while representing their kingdom. Typical of a kingdom’s rulers who think that passion is only sexual… Rosemary thought. The second thing that came to mind, was the reminder of just how stunning Ambassador Lilac was. Even if the normal attire from the Hearts was something to be desired. It had been a couple months since the last time she had seen the Ace, and at that time she had been in no mood to entertain her or the corresponding emissary, the Two of hearts, that had joined her. .
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Queen Rosemary was a confident woman, and that encounter where her King had been satisfied but only just, had spurred her on to ensure that both visiting members of the Heart’s Court understood just what the King of Clubs required. Her lips pulled a little at the corner revisiting that memory. However because she had only just come back from her trip, she hadn’t had the time to really entertain the guests of her palace. There hadn’t been an impression made from the emissary, but the ambassador had caught Rosemary’s attention. She trusted her husband and the judgements he made. So while it took some in depth talks, Rose was glad she and Alaric invited Lilac to their palace. “I would like to get straight to the point if I may for your visit my Lady Lilac…” Rosemary continued, her voice gentle and soothing despite the noble tone it held. “As you may know, His Majesty and myself are currently without an Ace of our own. Our Ace unfortunately was not quite…suitable for our court, and was dismissed accordingly.” By not suitable what Rosemary wasn’t saying, was that their Ace had run from their responsibilities. Too demanding they felt that the Kingdom of Clubs was, and as such they were barred from returning. Cowards were not something that the Kingdom needed within their ranks and especially within the court. .
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“We have been searching for a new Ace for quite some time, but have been unsuccessful in our search. Until you came to stand in while I was away on business for the kingdom. Tell me.. Do their Majesty’s Heart treat you well? Do they provide for you in a way that is acceptable to you?” Rosemary paused for just a moment to let her questions of Lilac sink in before she continued. “Do they appreciate your efforts as their Ace and Ambassador to their kingdom?” While they walked, the trio found their way to the steps of the throne chairs. Effortlessly, Rosemary took her place in front of her own chair, Alaric guiding her like a gentleman before she released his arm to be in front of his own. Whether he wanted to remain standing or sit after his rescue mission, was entirely up to him. Rosemary remained standing, wanting to continue that regal look and ensure she could look down at Lilac instead of looking up at the taller woman. “The reason I ask is because His Majesty and myself would be honored if you would consider changing your faction, and becoming the Ace of Clubs.” While typically there was a whole selection process for an Ace, the Kingdom of Clubs did it their own way then Hearts. They selected from a pool of worthy candidates, and assessed them on an individual basis. If they were up to the task, they were offered the title. Simple, efficient, function over fluff. There was no need for the pomp and circumstance with it all for the Clubs. You either were good enough, or you were not. King Alaric and Queen Rosemary had determined Ambassador Lilac was indeed worthy. If she wanted to consider the offer of course. .
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“This is not something you must decide now, and certainly you must be tired from your ordeal. You are our guest here, and any comfort you require will be granted to you.” Rosemary concluded, a gentle smile spreading on her face. “My Lady Lilac… His Majesty and I are honored to welcome you to the Kingdom of Clubs.” @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 03-Dec-22 08:56 AM
After King Alaric leaves her side and goes to the queen, the sexual and loving tension between the two is so noticeable and lovable. It is admirable how the king adores his queen and how it is obviously he sees her as his equal. Then when he takes her lips, hunger and need is evident in every moment they are in contact it is pure and perfect love. The kingdom of clubs was built upon blood and love, though the kiss did things to Lilacs body. Watching the way King Alaric commands yet pleases Queen Rosemary is something that she didn’t realize how much she wanted that but would never get it. I’m an ace. That’s all I’ll ever be. Just breathe smile and greet them the formal way. Her thoughts are the only thing showed anything wrong or painful and her lonely life even though she has been had the desire of the King for the past three years. .
08:56
After her apologies and the stripping off of the solid coat. She can’t help but note the kings eyes widening slightly. Her soft lips turn up in the corners knowing that he appreciates the body, I have his attention, I know I will be able to succeed. I need to succeed for my future and not to be put to death. The eyes of both the king and queen upon my pale and scandalous clothed body, caused an ignition within her stomach and electrical current through her blood. After the kiss and heated eyes upon her body she watches as the golden ring is moved up towards the kings brown locked hair. The gentle way her hands moved to place his crown back in its place. The black stones glittered in the in the afternoon sun and the dignified way he held his head was something my Kingdom never seemed to hold. The clubs rules with passion and calculation, the Hearts rule with riches and wars. But here with the clubs royals it is often an underlying power that commands respect, where as being around the hearts it’s never this air of power that isn’t needed to be forced or directed. It’s only natural and fits perfectly to the king and queen of clubs. They fit together like snow and the sun. Making one another glitter and shine more. They are beautiful and fit like any couple should. They might even have it…. True love…. I can’t wish for it or want it. There’s just a small indication of her pain on her face for a split second as her eyes look away and the seductive smile falls to a more practiced one. Only for the queens smooth voice to pull her back into the reality in which she had a duty to fulfill and she would not let’s dreams of impossible things get in her way of keeping the thing that she has found a small sense of stability and freedom behind. .
08:57
The queen apologizes for the oversight on her part and saying that she didn’t send enough guard to ensure a safe trip. Lilac couldn’t help but have a small genuine small grace her lips, she had the queen happy for her to be here. She wants me here! Lilac found herself enjoying the queens words and voice more than she thought she would. The sweet and kind reassurance of Queen Rosemary was something that made Lilac happy and she could barely contain her excitement that maybe the queen would join her and the king. If that’s what she was here for, but even in those moments she could feels a small sense of aura coating her. Normally her mind would be trying to fight it off so that it couldn’t worm its way into hurting her, but this arcane she recognizes as the kings warmth. He truly was considerate of her and making sure her inadequate dress for the weather didn’t cause too much discomfort. “Gentle Queen of Clubs there’s no need to employ my forgiveness, the diamond attackers had surly not known by you, so Your Highness there’s no forgiveness needed to be given to you by me. Your men and woman fought bravely, they were simple overwhelmed very quickly.” I bow my head once more as the Clubs royals turn and glide in unison into the grand castle gates, knowing her place Lilac follows in succession behind the two. Ambassador Lilac is know for being the Kings most fiery yet publicly well behaved ace. In this moment she forgot her place and her lured to look at the tapestries help by gold rods. The glory of the clubs stature could be seen in every stone carving and window frame. The simple detailing on the walls borers was remarkably well done by a skilled wood artist. Every part of the castle in uniformly decorated in the same color scheme and theme. Everything had a place and was perfectly in its place. Even the guards looking like that had a perfect armor piece to never be dirtied unless needed for protection.
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The formalities of the Clubs kingdom was so sharp, Lilac irrationally feared that it might cut her. Finally the Queen alluring voice is sparked in her ears, the shiver is almost noticeable, luckily, the king and queens back were to the ace. For or else they might have found out its impact upon the aces mind. But the one part of her statement to Lilac caused her thighs to tighten for a second as the queen says ‘…. point if I may for your visit my lady lilac….’ My… she said my right? She said my lady Lilac… like I’m hers… The shock and pleasure of just a simple word caused a ripple of excitement and arousal through her body. Maybe she’d want to have me to? What… no why would she… I mean maybe for a session but probably not more. And I shouldn’t get my hopes up… The lonely ambassador had always wanted the hearts queens attention more, but rarely ever got it. She’d never figured out why the queens little attention bothered her. When the king for the last three years had basically never stopped giving it.
08:57
. Finally Lilac is pulled into the moment in which her life will forever change, the offer. The queen speaks upon the previous ace of the club kingdom and how they weren’t ‘suitable’, the unintended or intended pun pulled a bubble giggle from her lung. She found the pun coming from the Queen to be such a contrast in aesthetics. So when a joke came from the stern and regal queen speaks on how they weren’t suitable for their suit. But then the Queen asks a few questions, ‘Tell me… do their majesties heart treat you well? Do they provide for you and the way that is acceptable for you?….” Her pause in the statement allows Lilac to you think it over, Did the king and queen provide for me? Yes, of course, they given me a place to stay in lift in my station. Lilac is about to speak when the queen speaks once more. This time when queen Rosemary ask her question it sinks in a little deeper. ‘Do they appreciate your efforts as their Ace and Ambassador to their kingdom?’ That’s when lilac freezes, she has to pause, and think about if she appreciated? Her mind runs to all the times the king is called upon her, that shows appreciation. Lilac is about to speak up and say ‘Well of course, your majesty.’ But she stops her self. Her mind starts to race with the questions. The queen has put in her head. Wondering about all the experiences with the king and his desires for her. But what about the queen? She never seemed to care. And the other thing that I like couldn’t stop thinking about was that the queen of clubs had put in there that if they appreciated her as their ambassador. That was an easy answer. No I am something to be desired not a diplomat in their eyes at least. But that’s what all leases are so there’s not really much I was there. It’s probably time to give him an answer. You’re probably standing here looking like to a deer that just got caught. .
08:58
“The king and queen of hearts do treat me well, I am well taken care of, and my services are usually needed by the king.” Not wishing to speak ill of the king and queen of hearts, Lilac tries to keep herself as calm as possible. That’s when the queen finally states her offer. She offers ambassador lilac of the kingdom of hearts, to change factions. To become a club. The first few moments after queen Rosemary speaks the offer to lilac. She is elated. Getting semi excited to be a part of a stronger more collected kingdom. That’s when her mind actually thinks about the consequences of this action. My parents would lose their station. If I take this offer they might disown me. a split second later after she thinks about how her family will disown her. If she takes the station in another kingdom, she is reminded of a memory around the time that she was selected ace. It was her mother. She had been just appointed Duchess of a castle. Her family was about to move in and live as duke duchess of Worlfok. It was a castle that was richly decorated by the queen of hearts herself. It was her old summer home. But now it belong to the new aces family. She just include remembered her mother telling her something along the lines of, ‘ I put you where you are today. Don’t ever forget where you came from and who is helped you. We now have power and you will do nothing to ever jeopardize that.‘ Those words have stuck with her for the majority of her actions as an ace. She feared her mother‘s repercussions, Lilac stood there, as the queen ascended the stage, in which where her and her kings thrones were. Finally, when her eyes rise to look at where the king and queen have gone, she is forced to look up at them. The queen still standing as she speaks again to the hearts ambassador. .
08:59
The queen tells lilac that her and her king both would love it if she became their ace. No longer the ace of hearts. But now the ace of clubs, she would be lying if she didn’t feel as though the offer would greatly help her in her striving to be free one day. And not always be a toy for a King’s desire. The words that lilac is immensely grateful for are when the queen speaks and says that she does not need to decide at this current moment in time, and that they are just happy that she is finally here. This is life changing. I might actually have some respect here. Well, it’s not like I didn’t have respect over at the kingdom of hearts. I guess everyone just saw me as the kings toy. After the gorgeous queen Rosemary ends her offer, lilac, finally decides to speak. “ Your Majesty’s, you flatter a lowly Ace has is myself, I am beyond thrilled at the possibility you and your king offer me. As it is a big decision that is life altering, and changing I’d ask to be shown to chambers in which I can freshen up before we have lunch or any more gathering of people. For you see such a life altering decision cannot be made in a simple conversation. I do hope you don’t take offense to my inability to give you an answer straight away. As well as I would need to talk to my family. Thank for this offer, I’m truly flattered by it.”
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. After the queen and king released her from the throne room to go to the room to freshen up, there is a made, unlike the one that was eager to take her coat. This one was quiet and stoic. Laila didn’t mind though, as she had plenty of thoughts of her own, to keep her mind busy and not have to worry about a conversation with an aid. Not that she didn’t enjoy conversations with maids, just at this current moment in time wasn’t something she was looking to wanting to do. Finally once led into the room she looks around at the regal and simple Granger of the room. There is a soft, goose feather bed with purple silk sheets, that has a gorgeous, silver thread trim. Then to the bed that is made of wonderful oak. The lines of the onec massive tree to be seen all throughout the posts and the frame. Then there is a carpet on the floor looks to be from a bear. Lilacs eyes wander all around the room taking in every simple yet stunning detail. After the hearts investor was finally done, marveling at the simple beauties within this single room. She finally turned her thoughts and attention to her legs that have been burning this entire time from where the rope was. She sits upon the soft goose feather bed. Unless her skirt to look at her ankles and knees were the rope bound them together. The shallow abrasions left by the rough and scratchy rope. Only cause a little bit of blood. It’s a rope burn. But it’s already starting to bruise, this informed Lilac that the ropes were a lot tighter than she thought.
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. Releasing out to sigh and laying back on the bed, her mind starts to wonder and fantasize about the queen. Lilac started to wonder about how the queens honey sweet voice with sound moaning, her name. She wished to be between the thighs of the powerful queen of clubs. Her mind wanted to all kinds of lewd fantasies, about the three of them about the queen, about the king, and all that they could do to her, and all that she could do to them. These fantasies, definitely cause a pulse lower than the heart, closer to her legs. Causing them to squeeze together as the mental images bring a wetness between her thighs. She is almost desperate to take care of it. Before going to dinner with their Majesty’s. To finger herself to the thought of both of them before she goes and has a very formal dinner with the fantasy filling king and queen. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 03-Dec-22 11:42 PM
Alaric moved quietly beside his wife, Queen Rosemary of the Kingdom of Clubs, the woman who populated most of his thoughts when he let his mind idly wander. Hearing the casual statements about the caliber of the knights that had been sent to protect the envoy caused his skin to bristle slightly in offended annoyance, but he kept his attitude to himself as he strode through the halls of the castle with the women. He had suggested the newer knights that would be sent with the experienced men and women that would be able to keep pace with them, but he had not picked battle-hardened individuals because he had not anticipated an attack like this. There had been no breach in the peace talks between his kingdom and any of the others in the realm; the Kingdom of Clubs was isolated in such a way that he did not get involved in the petty squabbling of the others. He had no need to complicate the lives of his people by throwing his side in with either of the kingdoms in their frequent fighting. The fact that the enemy had struck the carriage was a surprise that he kept under wraps, his mind curious why there was a need to attack the ambassador or how the Diamond troops knew to be in position. The strength of the escort was adequate if the envoy was secretly dispatched with no preparation given to any aggressive factions. The fact that there was an ambush set up proved that there was a leak somewhere in their ranks. Not to mention the fact that the ambush had been launched within his borders. The border was open to promote trade between the kingdoms as he had had no reason to suspect any malice would cross over the borders. This would be changing, and he would be dispatching runners to the forward garrisons to man the borders and close them to visitors unless they had official business within the Kingdom of Clubs. No longer would the mountains and their riches be open to trade with the other kingdoms. .
23:42
He knew well enough that this would bring stress to the relations with the other kingdoms, but he also had extreme confidence in his armies’ abilities to defend his nation’s borders. He had shifted his helmet further back on his belt when he received his crown back from the queen, but that did not mean it was out of reach. This threat was not something he needed much provocation to show to his contemporaries, as he had already made it apparent that he would not let encroachment on his borders last. Over the past three years, he had reclaimed land seized by the Kingdoms of Hearts and Diamonds that his predecessor had let slip to their control through lack of patrolling. The bloodshed had been fierce and largely one-sided as it caught his neighbors by surprise, their attention not on the northern lands as they had been able to take them without much contest. After staunchly holding his ground and referring to previous borders, not to mention the support he had from his friend in the south, Alaric had brought the other kingdoms to a peaceful resolution where they withdrew their forces that remained. Precious farmland on the foothills of the mountains would be incredibly hard to defend in open war, but he had plans to withdraw his people to the mountains and fight his way out onto the farms again. With this unprovoked attack by the Diamond Kingdom, he felt that these plans might be coming to use sooner rather than later. Despite the thoughts of conflict that warmed his lower back with the weight of his helmet pulling on his belt, Alaric pulled his attention to the present as he listened to his wife discussing with Lilac just why she had been summoned to their castle and the purpose of her audience. His mind trailed to the previous Ace who was now hanging in an ice cave, his rib cage split open, and his organs pulled from his body to be draped over his spread limbs. .
23:42
He had been found by Alaric and some of his knights while searching for him, but his fate was not discussed in front of the queen or any others. Cowards were not granted the respect of a painless death or burial, but he knew that the darkness of the man’s execution would be frowned upon by those that had not grown up as he had. Forming the man into an eagle that would fly over the frozen wastes for all eternity rather than finding his family was an extreme measure. But it was something that was reserved for those that had truly dishonored or harmed those they were meant to protect or be allied with. The previous Ace had offered secrets of the state to the highest bidder, and Alaric had shown the man that his axe happened to be his payment. Listening to the ambassador’s answer about her treatment by the King and Queen of Hearts, Alaric stepped up onto the dais which held his and his queen’s thrones. Feeling Rosemary’s hand leave his arm as she turned to face their guest, Alaric stood facing his throne for a moment as his left hand fell to his belt. Pulling his sword and scabbard from the frog that they were held by; he turned and held the sword in his right hand while sitting down on his throne. Alaric moved his axe handle so that it shifted forward along his thigh while keeping his back straight and forward, his shield and helmet on his back keeping him from being able to sit all the way back. Not that his throne was ever comfortable, much by design. A comfortable throne breeds a complacent ruler, and the throne of the King of Clubs had several parts of it that kept the seated man uncomfortable and alert. He would stay diligent to his people’s needs and he would not grow relaxed and safe in a false sense of security. Placing the tip of the scabbard on the ground between the heels of his ironclad feet, Alaric rested his left hand on the scabbard while his right hand held to the handle of the sword loosely. .
23:43
It was not meant to intimidate the Ace or his Queen, but also showed through a silent message that this was not a light offer that his wife was articulating. Alaric held much weight to the position of Ace, evidenced by the fact that the last Ace of Clubs had been a male and held no sexual purpose in his job description. Alaric and Rosemary could not deny their attractions towards Lilac, but in this moment, the King was looking past the sexual prowess of the women at the foot of his throne. She would have to be more than a simple whore if she wanted to be a successful Ace, but he and his wife had already agreed on seeing such potential. Now it was time for Lilac to recognize it. Holding himself forward as he listened to Lilac’s words, Alaric nodded slowly before looking to his right and raising his hand from the handle of his sword. Silently summoning forward the waiting maid that would show Lilac to her room, Alaric stood from his throne and slid his sword back into the frog. Tightening the buckle that he had loosened to allow it to slip out of its grip, Alaric moved forward to stand beside Rosemary and rest his left hand on her lower back. Letting his fingers move idly to glide up and down over the laces holding her low corset in place, he ran his hand up to let his fingers move up her spine slowly. The contrast between the fighter’s callouses on his hand and the smoothness of her skin brought a soft sigh to his lips, but he turned his attention to Lilac as he spoke, “This maid will take you to your room, where your belongings from the carriage have already been delivered. We do not expect an answer tonight or in the next week. You are going to be here for at least a fortnight, time enough to come to your decision, so there is no rush. It is also time for you to become accustomed to the expectations such a position brings with it in our kingdom. Now, please go with Ms. Angela, and you will be shown your room.” .
23:43
As the ambassador followed the maid out of the throne room, Alaric allowed his eyes to trial after and follow the redheaded woman before his hand on Rosemary’s back trailed up over her shoulder blades. His fingers slipped beneath her raven black hair that fell from her head in beautiful waves, finding their way to grip around the back of her neck gently and turn her head to face him slowly. Leaning down to press his mouth against hers hungrily, Alaric moaned into the kiss and moved his right hand to pull his wife towards him. Turning her body by her hips so that she faced him more directly, Alaric moaned softly when he felt Rosemary’s lips return the hunger and need of his own. He was not in a position to feel much that her hands would do to him due to his armor, but that brought nothing but a warm blush to his cheeks as he thought of how this would be focused on what he could do to her here on the dais of the throne room of the Kingdom of Clubs. The room where official business was handled was now being used as his room to appreciate his wife, and he could not be happier. Dropping his right hand from her waist to slide down the front of her dress, he moved his hand with purpose to push her dress apart and expose the covered interior to his exploring digits. Alaric knew his way around his wife’s clothes and if the gasp she gave was any indication, he had found his reward when his fingers ran over Rosemary’s covered core. Her thin leggings were meant to keep her bare skin hidden from the eyes of any onlookers, but the material meant that he could feel nearly every detail of his queen’s flower when he ran his fingers gently over it. Lowering his lips to kiss from her lips to just under her chin, Alaric slid his left hand down from her neck to the low back of her dress that rested just below her shoulder blades. Slipping his fingers under the material of her dress, Alaric moaned against her throat before whispering softly, his words at a volume only she could hear. .
23:44
“I felt you thinking of me as I rode into battle; your warmth reached across our lands and held onto me to guide my sword and bring me home. My Queen, the Ice Queen of the North, letting out warmth that burned across the icy tundra and forests. How peculiar.” As he spoke, Alaric allowed his fingers that he held against Rosemary’s womanhood to grow warmer to the touch. They were in no way painfully hot, more just a warmth more accustomed to the passions and throes of the bedroom. The room was warmed by several fireplaces, but in the winter months like this, there was a persistent coolness that filled the larger rooms of the castle. He kept his fingers moving slowly to slide from front to back over her, a smile coming over his lips when he felt the dampness that began to seep through her panties and the leggings over her. Moaning softly as he pressed his fingers up against her in his final draw forward over her, Alaric allowed his fingers to slip off of her before withdrawing his hand from the folds of her dress. Bringing his fingers up to his lips as he pulled back from her throat, he held eye contact with her as he licked her juices from his fingers. Sighing softly as he let his eyes close slowly, Alaric held them closed for a moment before they snapped open as he surged into motion. His right hand dropped to grip behind her legs and lifted her up towards him while his left pulled up against the skin of her back to press her forward against him. Her legs would either wrap around him or stay limp before him, but his hold pressed her against the blood that persisted on his breastplate. Grinning as he looked down to the trace amounts of blood that decorated the skin of her chest, Alaric met her gaze and utter a simple word with a chuckle, “Whoops.” .
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Holding a handful of Rosemary’s rear with his right hand as he held her up against him, Alaric started to walk through their castle to their room. His lips were moving from hers to her neck as he looked beyond her to make sure that he was going the right way, but he knew his castle like the back of his hand and likely could have carried her with his eyes closed. He was aware of the several sets of feet that followed behind them: four guards, her handmaids to help dress her, and his servants that would help dress him. But with his left hand currently gliding over his wife’s exposed back, grabbing hungrily at the flesh that he wanted to place his lips on, he could not care if they were alone or followed by the entire kingdom. He was public with his love and adoration of this Queen, and people would be blind or foolish to think he felt anything less than a burning passion for her. Reaching the double doors that lead into their room, he kicked his left foot forward and opened them without any hesitation for what might come from his actions. Striding into the royal bedroom with his eyes locked with Rosemary’s, Alaric grinned as he pressed his lips to hers and set her down on the foot of their large, four-poster bed. Pushing the red and black curtains that blocked the view of the bed aside, he looked up towards their pillows and grunted as he made the conscious effort to ignore the urge to throw her further up the bed and have his way with her. Reaching his left hand out to the side, a ball of flame erupted from his palm and flew into the fireplace, igniting the logs that were waiting to be lit when they returned to the room. The fire cast immediate light and shadows over the room, painting his wife in shadows that his armor brought over her body while he leaned over her. Looking at the deep cleavage of her dress, Alaric lowered himself to press his armored waist through the folds of her dress and force her legs apart for him to be there. .
23:45
Pressing his lips to hers, Alaric quickly lowered his lips along Rosemary’s throat and to the curves of her collarbones where the shadows of the fire danced across her. Moving his left hand back, he felt the residual heat of each of their candle wicks that had been heated before. Snapping his fingers, each wick caught immediate fire and bathed the room in more light, changing the shadows so that he had no interruption to his view of his queen’s body. Kissing over her collarbones, Alaric moaned softly against her flesh before letting his lips finish below her throat and then kiss down to her cleavage. Holding there for a moment with his cheeks and beard feeling the warmth of her breasts pressing against him, Alaric slowly lifted his head and looked down at Rosemary as he spoke in a low voice, “I want you so badly, my Love. But we must be responsible, despite my urges not to be.” Reaching his hands up to capture her cheeks in his palms, he allowed his fingers to slide back over her ears and hairline as he pulled her up to his lowering lips. Holding his lips against hers for what could only be described as too short a time in contrast to his passionate needs, Alaric eventually broke the kiss in order to step back from his wife. Seeing Rosemary take a moment to collect herself, Alaric lowered his hands to his belt and quickly unlatched it, taking the weight of his sword, axe, and helmet off of his hips. They were taken by the attentive hands of his manservant who was quick to take his shield when it was pulled over his head and offered blindly backwards. Unclasping the bloodied straps that held his fur cloak in place, Alaric smiled when he saw Rosemary’s hands moving to help him with removing his armor. He had servants for such a task but seeing his wife’s hands moving in such an expert way, Alaric could not look away or summon anyone to help him. .
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This displayed her intimate knowledge in the arts that he mastered and her willingness to stand beside him when it came to the defense of their people. Her hands knew the order of his straps that needed to be undone in order to take his armor off properly and most comfortably. She had aided him many times before in dressing for battle or coming back from it, and this display of dedication and knowledge melted his heart. Each plate removed was handed to the men behind him that would take them and clean them before setting them up on his mannequin. Finally lifting the mail hauberk over his head and giving it to the servant, Alaric stood in a padded tunic and breeches, looking more like a peasant or common foot soldier than the King of the Clubs Kingdom. In his mind and heart, this was his most natural form. Kneeling down in front of the goddess that held his heart, Alaric kissed each of Rosemary’s knees before gliding his hands slowly up her thighs. His hands moved easily to her lower back, wrapping around her and finding the strings that held her corset in place. Pulling on the bow that he had untied thousands of times before, Alaric gasped softly when he felt the strings free themselves from the tension they had been holding to. Reaching his hands up to Rosemary’s shoulders, Alaric straightened his back in order to slowly pull the lacy fabric of her dress down her arms. As the fabric fell, so too did the corset and top that kept her breasts covered from his before. Trailing his hands in slowly over the curves of her breasts, he took one in each of his hands and moaned softly as he leaned forward to kiss over her exposed navel. Squeezing her breasts hungrily and letting out a shaky breath against her stomach, Alaric bit his lower lip and looked up over his hands to meet her eyes. Darkness pervaded his normal gaze, his arousal palpable as he held onto his queen’s flesh and placed his lips against her again. .
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Tasting her yet again as he let his tongue dip out to run up her stomach to her sternum, Alaric kissed the inside of each of Rosemary’s breasts before his hands released their hold on her and moved to continue bringing her dress off of her. He was vaguely aware of her handmaids stepping forward to remove the more difficult portions that his arousal clouded mind would skip over. His eyes trailed over her body, giving every new inch of skin that was exposed a kiss as if it was a gift from the god above. By the time she was standing with nothing but her leggings on, Alaric had felt his servants’ hands lifting his shirt over his head and removing his breeches. Standing nude against his wife, his hardened member pushed down by the way he pressed his hips against her abdomen, Alaric kissed her deeply before stepping back with great visible hesitation. His hands took hers and slowly released hers as he stepped back and lifted his arms, allowing his servants to run washcloths over his body. Alaric watched as Rosemary was handled by her maids, receiving much the same treatment he was as their nude bodies were cleansed by those that made no noise so as not to distract the King and Queen from each other. However, despite seeing the naked form of the one he desired before him, Alaric’s passion would eventually fade and lose its intensity, allowing his cock to soften and his eyes to move to helping the servants with drying off his now cleaned and freshly scented body. Pulling on a pair of underwear and then black trousers overtop, Alaric nodded his thanks to the servants that offered him a long, dark blue tunic with golden trim that reached down to his knees. Pulling the clasps across his chest that kept it in place, he lifted his arms afterwards when his squire stepped forward with a thick leather belt. .
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An orange sash was folded and wrapped around his waist before the belt was tightened around him. Alaric glanced down and saw the familiar hilt of his sword, bringing a smile across his lips before his main manservant stepped forward with the crown that had been removed from his head. Lowering his head to accept it on the top of his head, he nodded his thanks to the loyalty of the man before shifting his eyes to Rosemary. She was still being cleaned and perfumed by her maids, but her eyes quickly found his as a black fur cloak was pinned over his shoulders. Offering her a slow nod as he put his love and adoration in the gaze, he felt his feet carry him out of the room before he could be pulled into another display of passion. He had somewhere to be, and he could not afford another distraction before the meal was finished. Leaving their bedroom with two of his guards at his rear, Alaric turned down the hallway and walked quickly to the war room of the castle. A set of ebony doors with iron reinforcements was opened for him as he approached, showing him a large table with a detailed map of the known world. Mountains were shaped from iron, oceans characterized by a blue-hued resin, and grasslands detailed by short wool dyed green. The four kingdoms were detailed to scale and the known locations of his armies were laid out, as well as the locations of any foreign armies that his spies had reported back to him. There were notches built into the sides of the table that could show the land surrounding the kingdoms, but in this moment, this was all that he needed. Studying the placement of his western forces and the related placement of the opposing Diamond forces, Alaric nodded slowly before putting his left hand up in the air. At the silent command, the guard closest to him presented him with a long iron rod with a small hook at the end that was used to move the figures that represented the forces. .
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Moving some of club figures out of the northern stretches of his lands, Alaric repositioned several of his reserve armies before looking across the table at the collection of generals that stood ready for his orders. Seeing their attentive faces as they watched where he silently moved the armies, Alaric let the silence sit over the room as he placed an army at every southern pass that granted entrance into his kingdom. Blocking every path with a reserve force, he moved three more to the western reaches before speaking in a low voice, “This attack will be answered, mark my word. Dispatch rangers to the battlefield and collect every evidence from the dead that will give identification to who hired them and sent them. We already know Lord Eckbert is behind it, but he does not have the funds to act alone. Find out who is behind this insult and prepare your men for war. Our neighbors have forgotten the strength of the mountains; it is time we show them the iron forged in each of us.” Setting the rod down as each of the generals saluted him and then turned to speak with their aides, Alaric turned to leave the room. He held his left hand on his sword on his hip as he walked, allowing his cloak to fall forward and cover his arm. His right arm was exposed as he walked through his castle, his feet carrying him to the dining hall where he would be reconvening with his queen, ambassador guest, and other nobility currently in the castle. He found the chair at the head table that belonged to him and pulled his sword from the frog on his belt before sitting down. The black and gold theme persisted in the trim of the tables, chairs, and tableware. Leaning his sword against the left leg of his chair, Alaric glanced to the chair to his left which would hold Rosemary and then to the chair on his right which would soon hold Lilac. Leaning back into the comfort, he let his hand rest on the pommel of his sword as he waited for his company and meal to arrive.
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Queen Rosemary BOT 04-Dec-22 03:42 PM
Queen Rosemary merely nodded in acknowledgement when Lilac had given her answer. She of course would never have offered if it wasn’t something she would not be able to wait for the answer of. She was a patient woman, and had no problem with this Ace or her desire to give the offer a good long thought over. Honestly, it made the woman admire her more that she hadn’t responded right away. Solidifying to the Queen of Clubs that their decision to extend such a thing to Lilac was a good one indeed. Soft gold eyes had turned as the maid showed her guest to her stateroom, lavishly decorated and comfortable for the entirety of Lilac’s stay. Rosemary had made sure to assign staff to the room as well, so any of Lilac’s needs be they food, clothing, or otherwise could be tended to quickly. Once out of sight, a slightly troubled turn moved Rosemary’s lips. While she was not as versed in her husband’s wartime affairs, she knew enough to see the danger that had happened here. While non-chalant and calm about the ordeal, it concerned her that such a peaceful envoy had been attacked so ruthlessly in the open and on Club grounds at that. There was some serious play going on, and she was eager to hear from her husband his thoughts on the matter. While Alaric’s hand upon her back didn’t remove the worry in her head, the gentle grip to the back of her neck and his quiet pull of her did put the notion away to be discussed later. His moans always pleased her, always brought out gentle sighs in melodic notes. His hungry kiss was gladly returned. He had only been gone a few hours, but the woman felt he could have never returned. She had all the faith in the world that he would never leave her like this, and even if he did Rosemary vowed to blanket the world in ice and snow for all eternity in order to share her heartache of losing him if it ever happened. .
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Her body pressed against him, despite the armor and the blood it still held. She didn’t care, she wanted every part of him, all of him, all at once. The soft gasp she made when he explored her, was only made better when she assisted in his search, stepping forward just slightly so her inner thigh rubbed against the outer portion of his. ”I felt you thinking of me as I rode into battle; your warmth reached across our lands and held onto me to guide my sword and bring me home. My Queen, the Ice Queen of the North, letting out warmth that burned across the icy tundra and forests. How peculiar.” .
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“Is it truly my fault that your passion consumes me? Burns me up with desire that I can only send that same warmth back to you my love?” Her words teased him, playful in his ear. “However, if you would prefer a little chill to soothe that fire you burn, I will happily oblige you, My King.” Sensation play was not out of the ordinary for the pair. The quiet moan escaping her lips at his touch of her a clear indication of this. She loved how warm he made her feel, and she knew that he enjoyed the teasing that her ice tempted him with. Never enough to hurt, only enough to soothe and tease, play and taunt at him. His fingers would find the damp nectar she created, and while it made her flush a little with a soft rosy color across her cheeks watching him taste her, Rosemary couldn’t help but continue to tease him. .
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“You’ll spoil your dinner if you have dessert now…”
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. It wouldn’t take him long to decide that enough was enough. Their thrones, while adequate, were not enough and Rosemary relished being held in his arms. The strength of him excited her, her legs easily wrapping around his waist in a gentle embrace. Her arms fell over his shoulders, entangling her fingers along his back and into his hair. His simple chuckle had made her laugh quietly at him. ’Whoops’ indeed… you would think you would remember how many gowns you’ve stained with the blood of your enemies my Love She thought as he carried her off to their bedroom suite. She knew her palace easily as well as he did. The stroll back to their room was an easy one, one she had made every evening and every morning after sometimes a very stimulating breakfast. The door didn’t startle her when he roughly opened it, her hands cupping his face in that intimate embrace of their mouths as he walked the room. Rosemary did not startle still when he lit the hearth with the fire from his hands, or when he lay her down on the edge of their overly large bed. The grunt made her giggle. She knew what he wanted, but also recognized the lack of time and decorum they had. Perhaps just a quick burst of fun my dear. Dinner can wait. They won’t serve it until we arrive anyway. She thought, desperate for his affections to continue as he kissed and played and touched her. Her body seemed to dance in the flickering lights of flame from the candelabra and chandeliers to the fireplace that crackled gently in the hearth. Each hungry embrace his lips made to her skin sent shivers through her, her hands caressing his back and shoulders, wanting nothing more than to claim him as he did her. Rosemary sang to him, gentle moans of delight with each kiss, or soft gasping sounds that were etched with passion. A heat that was odd for the icy woman. His words nearly broke her burning heart, even if she knew that they were true. Being responsible was probably for the best, despite her body’s desperation
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to have him do with her as he so pleased. .
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Of course, he was right in his assessment though. So with a heavy sigh that teased into a quiet whine when he slid away from her, after a kiss that felt cold even to her, Rosemary relented. Using her core she slid herself tauntingly up in an arch to sit easier on the edge of her bed. Wet, wanting and without, she sighed dejectedly at the idea of having to actually fulfill more royal duties. She was the Queen, couldn’t she just put it aside? Forgo her responsibilities, ignore her kingdom’s silly political needs, just so she could stay longer in this room and distract her husband? Satisfy the King of Clubs with her hands, her mouth, her tongue and more? Of course I can’t… She thought, knowing that to do so would make her no better than the Queens Diamond and Heart. Queen Spade she rarely heard from, so it was not something that she could really determine that woman’s ethics and standards. No, Queen Rosemary, as narcissistic as it might sound, held herself to a higher caliber than her other faction queens. She saw herself as better than them, because she was, and because of how wealthy and powerful her kingdom was with her and King Alaric’s rule. This thought crossed her mind as she assisted him with removing his armor. She had done this many times, was well practiced in what came off first and in a specific order so that they lay comfortably off and did not snag on anything underneath. It would surprise her if any of the other Queens in the realm knew how to do this. Even dared to try or learn. Or even wanted to assist their Kings with this sort of task. Rosemary did not see it below her station, even though she easily could have. It was certainly a task that his servants could handle, but it also allowed her to be intimately close to him. Whenever she wanted. It made her an equal to him. And that was more important than having a servant undress her husband for her. When the last piece came off and Alaric knelt before her, Rosemary instinctively let her fingers
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glide in his hair. It was fairly long and thick, and she adored holding him by it. His kisses always welcome, and a quiet sigh escaped her lips to tease him when he found the string of her dress to remove it. .
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Crimson in a heap, her skin exposed easily for him, cream and soft and supple. Her arms wrapped his shoulders and neck, a desperate moan floating in his ear as he kissed at her, groped at her exposed breasts in each hand. Inhales were done through gritted teeth so that the sound could tantalize and encourage. So much for being responsible it seemed. Her lips caressed against his neck, his cheek, his forehead and his chest when she could reach it. Anywhere that she could find was hers for those deep red petals to claim. It wasn’t fair that they had to keep pausing this game of desire and teases. It was torture to have him pull away from her rapidly beating heart and her endlessly desired need of him. Her fingers had dragged along his skin when he pulled away this time, leaving little scratches that surely wouldn’t hurt but would convey how much she longed for his return. How much she wanted his embrace to remain. How desperately she wanted him to finish what he started. Instead, Rosemary took a deep shuddering breath to try and settle herself for her guests. While Alaric was able to dress fairly quickly she would take just a bit longer to decide on a new dress to wear to dinner. Her gaze met his with the same devotion, knowing without words the sentiment they shared was mutual and far more than a lustful desire. .
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Once gone, Rosemary poured over her own closet assortment of various gowns and dresses to pick something that would be suitable for the state dinner she was to attend. Her head maid pulled gown after gown, before Rosemary finally decided upon one for the evening. Something striking and elegant, tasteful for her guests but alluring for her husband. The same one who had left her wanting and needy in their room. Her maid smiled brightly at the choice, knowing the Queen had excellent taste in dresswear and knowing that the King would approve of the attire. Her ebony heels clacked softly on the floor, causing the dining hall to simmer and quiet of the conversations they had. King Alaric had already found his place, waiting for his queen and honored guest to arrive. The food laid out was lavish and hearty. Whole birds of foul roasted to perfection, golden and glistening in the gentle candle light of the room. Breads freshly baked and vegetables harvested of the farms native to the north assorted in bowls and platters of fine white porcelain. The table was decorated in velvet black to contrast with embroidered gold clubs emblems lining the ends. Stuffings and squares of endless tarts kept coming from the kitchens, filling the room with delectable aromas that would make any man drool. The savory delights begging for consumption almost as much as the Queen had with her King just on their looks and smell alone. .
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Queen Rosemary entered the room soon after the food began to be plated, servants rushing around the center of the U shaped tables so that all the guests were fed, and had drinks as much as they could consume. Wines from around the region, ales and spirits too. Goblets and mugs were filled and consumed awaiting their Majesties arrival. Rose merely smiled softly at the array. It looked positively abundant, warm and inviting. Her dress tonight hugged her ample curves much the same that her soiled red one had before. It was a striking black color, dotted with diamonds and topaz gems to mimic the night sky along the soft flowing fabric. On her right, held a drop shoulder sleeve while her left held nothing, only the rise of a shoulder strap decorated with those same gemstones. While not as deep cut as her red dress had been, the soft curve of the sweetheart neckline gave her chest a more reserved and conservative look. King Alaric would know this was just for show; she’d much prefer it lower for his satisfaction. The back then probably helped as she found her seat to the left of her husband. The fabric hung low on her spine, exposing that quiet curve and fair snowy skin. .
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Her dress flared elegantly as she sat down, her hand quietly falling atop her husband’s on the table. Rosemary’s fingers lightly caressed his rougher skin, quietly squeezing and massaging him as if she was incapable of keeping her delicate hands off of him for too long. For now, the small embrace, just a tender reminder of the care she had for him, the desire that he had fanned the flames of that still lingered, was all she gave. That and a charming smile at the man at her side. Her jewelry was dazzling in platinum and diamonds, but subtle as well as reserved in its elegance. Around her neck, curving and swooping down the center of her chest wore a tight necklace choker, sparkling in the dim light, with matching drop earrings to compliment the adornment upon her head. Nestled and secured over her raven black hair was the crown she was to wear in tandem with his. While his was gold and dazzling like the sun, her’s glittered like starshine on a cool winter’s eve. Silver and clean, with accents of light blue among the diamonds. Heavy was the crown that sat upon their noble heads, though the pair of them had the strength, determination and tenacity to carry them proudly. Queen Rosemary was every bit the icy queen to the fiery King in the north. While the food continued to be set out and plated, drinks continued to be poured and servants hurried about, Rosemary just waited patiently, her eyes glancing towards the doors until Ambassador Lilac came into view…
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 05-Dec-22 02:02 PM
Lilac's mind ran with the idea of the king and queen playing with her. The king of hearts loved to play with her, so she was used to pleasure. Though she seemed more of a toy to those royals in the hearts kingdom and less of a highly powerful woman in the hearts kingdom. She had power and prestige being the ace, as well as her family was brought up in station with her. Being the Duke and Duchess of Woklock. Her family had been the one to push her into the ace selection event, she had never wanted to be in the public stop light. She had also never been with anyone or known anything, having heard the stories of how the ace would be missing and next seen shaking, had always scared her. But her family didn’t care. They are greedy and wanted power… Stop stop why are thinking about that? Just breathe, you have an opportunity. You can get away from it all, you can be free… As she starts to realize what the offer could mean for her, a smile slowly spreads across her face as she recalls how even in the short time she’s been happier here in the kingdom of clubs, with the King and Queen of clubs, then she was most days in the hearts kingdom. She pushed the thoughts of her family from her brain, and even though those thoughts caused her arousal to disappear, she decided to take a long at the unfortunate wounds that her attackers caused. “I need to take care of those.” .
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The Ambassador stood to go to her attached bathroom, as her legs took on the weight of her body, she could feel them wobble. The abrasiveness of the rope she had been tied with was extremely irritating. Finally, her weak legs brought her to the tile floor of the bathroom floor. Once the refined silver hinges closed the slab of gorgeous oak behind her, she was finally alone and able to take in the day and the image of herself in the mirror. Her hair had been tossed from its braids, as well as she had twigs within the tangling hairs. Irritated that she would have to take them out, Lilac stripped off her clothes. At her home in the hearts kingdom, she had never been given a maid to help dress and undress her, because of the lack of help Lilac learned how to undress every part of her outfits. Even big evening gowns, though she was rarely ever in them. She had only been allowed to wear a classic ball gown once. And that was at the ceremony in which she had been officially instated as the kingdom of heart’s ace. But with the clothing that she had on was very simple to pull off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Leaving her only in her undergarments. Gradually she steps out of the pile of silk and gentle rope, Lilac carefully picks up her dress to fold and puts it gently on the counter. Once more she turns her eyes to the woman in the mirror, she looked at the woman she’d been turned into. The sides of her face are framed by her silky red hair and an even darker shade of red than her natural color. The color of reflecting how her heart has darkened by the mind games she’s forced to play. The curve of her body is more alluring and desirable so that she can keep the interest of the king and her station in court.
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The sharp flick up of her eye shows how she’s had to be as agile as a feline to survive her past few years. Finally, her eyes land upon the marks of her most recent tribulations, the rope abrasions on her delicate pale skin. The red of exposed blood is a sharp contrast to her Snow White skin. A soft airy sigh falls from her mouth, the exclusive expression of her exhaustion from the years she’d had, this was almost the final straw.
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. After standing for a long time, while the only thing on her mind is the lady in the mirror, she’s been looking over her body and the memories that each mark holds. There’s a sudden intrusion but it seems so far away from the space where Lilac's mind has gone to. ‘Madam? Madam, I'm here to help you dress.’ The maid who’d helped her to this luxurious room was outside the laboratory door calling to her. Finally, Lilac can shake herself off her daze and speak to the sweet woman, who is only wishing to help. “Thank you, I can dress though. I do appreciate your eagerness to help me.” My voice is calm and even, perfect for addressing the castle staff. There is a genuine aspect to the tone and tamber of my voice. ‘Yes, ma’am I’ll be just outside if you do find yourself needing any help.’ There are footsteps away from the bathroom door and then the gentle open and shut of her bedroom suite door. Once the maid has left Lilac finally starts washing and cleaning out the rope burn on her skin. Why was it me they attacked? Why did Pio get so spooked? He’s never that jumpy. Maybe there was more in that wood that caused him to throw me. These burns really hurt… The burn of the soap causes her to hiss in pain. Lilac's tired blue eyes slowly close as she wraps her wrists in some gentle fabric. Once she’s done the basic first aid on the lesions, she leaves the gray tile and soft oak bathroom out into the lavender-accented room. Her eyes fall upon the cases of belongings that she has brought along with her. The dresses within those trunks were all picked by the key for his ace to be on show almost in every way other than giving her skin all away.
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. She had always been praised for how gorgeous her body looked in the fabric, whether it draped over her body or hugged her curves, she always was putting on a show for the kingdom’s guests and the king himself. Lilac rummaged through her trucks of dresses till finally landing on the dress for this dinner tonight. She slides into the lace-adorned crimson-red dress, the red dress flows around her body like liquid fire. The wispy tassels and delicate tumbling chiffon caused a movement to the dress even if there was no movement. The one-shoulder strap allowed for an asymmetrical look to the already ethereal dress. The cutouts allowed for there to be taunting sights of her ivory skin, enough to be desired but not excessively erotic. Though with the body she had it was always a challenge to continue to look sophisticated and sultry. Once she had finished getting into the flowing river of red fabric, Lilac turned her hands to fix her hair into a simplistic but still elegant updo. .
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The last sparkling hair ornament is attached to her right as the sweet maid comes back and informs her that the King and Queen request my attendance at their state dinner. One more deep breath of my world, preparing to face the real one. She steps into simple red heals that allow Lilac to go from her height of 5’10 to an even 6’. Her legs take her out the door of her chambers and down the perfectly decorated halls of the Club’s castle. The tapestry hanging from the ceilings is perfectly stitched and not a thread is out of place. The perfection of each piece has Lilac marveling at each stroke of the needle behind this massive piece of fabric. As she's wandering through the ornate halls, she begins to think that everything looks as if she's passed it. Turning around to look at where she came from, she realizes that not only is this castle massive but she's also never been here before. She knows none of these halls or the ways to go. The slow creep of panic pulls at her throat and the ability to breathe free of tension, Lilac starts to wander once more, this time with a purpose and hope of finding a helpful soul. The lady of luck smiles upon the gentle panic of the Hearts ambassador. Lilac runs into the maid who has helped multiple times in the few hours she's been here. “Excuse me? I am afraid to say that I may be a bit lost in these expansive walls. Would you be so kind as to show me the way to the dining room?” A nervous smile is present on her face as she hopes the blonde-haired woman could help the lost ambassador. .
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‘Of course madam! Right, this way!’ The lady’s voice was cheerful and almost thrilled to help. It made Lilac smile at the atmosphere that this simplistic lady brought to the castle. The cheerfulness of the club's staff was a shocking difference that Lilac noticed, back home the staff were often quiet and never spoke, even if spoken to. They would be given an order and quickly run off to do it. The smiles and enthusiastic attitude mindset of this castle's attendants spoke to the difference between the factions of the land. After a brief walk to the dining room, Lilac had already heard a lot about the woman who was helping her adjust to the time that she will be spending there. Her name is Margerie, she has been on staff at the Club's royal castle for 7 years now. She started as a scullery maid and has finally worked her way up to being a head of ladies' maids. She has a family and also loves riding horses, the conversation between the two women had both participants smiling and in a better mood. ‘Here you are, madam. The King and Queen are inside, patiently waiting for your arrival.’ Margerie’s voice is endearing and soft like a mother’s should be. The rich tone of her soft voice felt like a warm blanket was being wrapped around her. Margerie bows her head and sinks into a respectable courtesy, then hurries on her way to complete any number of tasks that allow this expansive court to stay as powerful and perfect as it is. The Ambassador turns her eyes to the door that separated her from the several important guests as well as the king and queen. Taking a deep breath the two stationed guards open the massive doors, presenting Lilac to the number of guests there. Her lips curve into a well-practiced smile that is respectable but also gives away her position as an ace. The simple tick-up to the corners of her seductively peach lips caused the rest of her face to fall in line with the ethereal pull of Lilac. .
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She glides her way over to the seat to the right of the King, the sound she makes is a soft click of her heel on the hardwood floor. Upon arriving at the side of her chair, she bows her head and gracefully sinks into a perfect courtesy. “I wish to thank your Majesties for inviting me to this exquisite castle and providing me with a room, as well as food from our kitchens. I would also like to inform you that I have continued to think about your offer, but I don't have an answer yet. I do apologize for the delay in response for I do appreciate the offer. I'm flattered beyond my station and appreciate the attention.” The gentle and rich tone of her smooth voice has always been a useful tool for the ace in getting her way as well as obtaining the favor of others. The fluidity of her motions allows her to always have a sultry air about her, her eyes raise from the floor to look over the table. The amount of care and talent can be seen in every dish seen. The whole-cooked birds look as though they would melt in your mouth while having the perfect crunch of a crispy smoked exterior. The gentle glow that was given to the whole room by the hundreds of flickering candles, due to the golden glow from the firelight, all the freshly baked and expertly selected vegetables looked almost like they had a halo of gold around each piece of food. The cherry on top of this already exquisite display is the fine porcelain bowls and platters. Velvet black is sharp yet needed contrast from the browns and muted colors of the food, as well as complimenting the opposing pearly porcelain. .
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On top of the color combinations and excellent food, the aromas in the room could almost allow Lilac to taste the evening's food on her tongue. But to her hungry eyes, the most delectable-looking meal wasn't on the table, it was across from her, Queen Rosemary. Without having to stare or bring suspicion to her gaze, Lilac willed her eyes to not be obvious when their path lived on the Queen's alluring curves. As well as the icy look of the dress caused Lilac’s brain to be full of thoughts not appropriate for a state dinner. Queen Rosemary looked like a powerful ice queen, though even with her air of power and fear, Lilac couldn't keep the thoughts of how hot Her Majesty's thighs would feel wrapped around her face. The warm nectar that she would pull from Rosemary, the thick flow of it down the ace’s dry throat. “You're looking as beautiful as ever, Your Majesty.” The king is also standing in an outfit fitting his station and persona. The pop of sunny orange in his sash only accentuates the size of his body, as the fabric allows for his waist to be shown, and his shoulders and legs can be on display behind the thick fabric of his clothing. In the same way, his queen has brought thoughts the King brings a buzz to Lilac’s legs and core. The thought of his hands around her neck, or his lips upon her own. Strength was a strong suit of the king, though Lilac wondered how that played in during times of service. “The blue goes wonderfully with your orange sash, sir. A compliment in colors no doubt, allowing for your Highness to be just as eye-catching as your Queen. The fire and ice together make a perfect harmony I have no doubt.” Feeling a shade of scarlet pepper her pale cheeks, Lilac pulls her eyes from the King and Queen, hoping that they haven’t seen the sparse evidence of her desires for both of them.
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King Alaric BOT 05-Dec-22 11:09 PM
Sitting in his chair at the head of the U-shaped table, Alaric could not keep his wife’s words out of his mind. Her mentioning that he would spoil his meal if he ate his dessert first brought a smile to his lips as his mind continued down the path it had been on before. He could see it now, his plate and drinking horn thrown to the side so that he could make room to lay Rosemary back on the table and have his feast of her body as he pleased. The nobles would simply sit in quiet obedience as they waited for him to be finished with his meal before they had the ability to speak and gain his attention. There had been similar displays of passion shared between him and his queen, but he rarely allowed others the honor of viewing her nude form for long before they were dismissed - not out of embarrassment or insecurity, but because he was jealously selfish over his queen. Alaric was not known for sharing, and Rosemary was something that he had never wanted to share before. And yet, as he glanced at the vacant chairs to his left and right, he felt a twinge in his chest over the very real possibility and likelihood of sharing his beloved, raven-haired lover. Alaric admitted to finding their redheaded guest very attractive and alluring, which had sparked a conversation where Rosemary had admitted similar attraction and appreciation for Lilac’s body. The king had been excited to see his queen and the ambassador playing in front of him, but the closer they got to that, the more his nerves started to argue with him. Was this the proper move? Was it a display to all around that he could not pleasure his wife? Holding onto the pommel of his sword firmly, Alaric glared down at the tablecloth in silent contemplation until a soft throat clearing sound got his attention. .
23:10
Looking up to see one of the nobles standing in front of his chair, Alaric nodded slowly before gesturing towards the man as a silent cue to allow him to speak. The man released a short breath that he had been holding out of fear from interrupting the large king’s internal thoughts. The noble brought his right hand in a fist up to his breast as a short salute before speaking in a clear tone, “My Lord, I have traveled from my lands in the southwest at your request, and I bring troubling news. There have been forces marshaling on the borders of the kingdom, and I fear that their gathering will soon grow into an outright push.” Watching a few other nobles nodding in confirmation and agreement with the man’s statement, Alaric glanced down at the pommel of his sword before nodding as well. Bringing his hands together so that he could rest his wrists against the edge of the table, he nodded to the man that had stood up, a silent acknowledgement of his concerns as well as a silent command to sit down. Clearing his throat, he looked to each of the nobles that had gathered to eat with the royalty before they would set off to return to their homes and lands that he had granted each of them. Precious farmlands, lakes fit for fishing, and valleys laden with mineshafts. All of these lands needed protecting and managing, and he and his council had trusted these men to lord over them so that he did not have to split his attention over the entire kingdom. Raising his left hand and pointing slightly at the man that had spoken, Alaric responded in a deep voice that easily filled the room, “Jarl Ketill, I respect you for bringing this forward, and I appreciate your honesty in the matter. I am aware that the Diamond Kingdom is mobilizing, and so too shall we. Your lands will soon be hosting several battalions that are stationed to keep the enemy back. Should you require aid in feeding or housing them, tell me.” .
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Several of the jarls looked between each other before a broad-shouldered man stood, his beard reaching down to his round belly. He stood in contrast to Ketill, who was a thin man that had been appointed not because of previous wealth, but because of his knowledge and lineage as a worker of the lands. Who better to manage the farmers than a man who had wielded a hoe and plow his entire life. No, this jarl that stood now had been placed because of his access to wealth and his history in it. Evidenced by his hefty appearance and the extravagance of his clothes. Alaric gestured at Jarl Sundri, his posture shifting as he leaned in his chair slightly to support his upper body with his right hand under his chin. A jarl of the mountains to the east, Sundri had no obvious need to speak, and so Alaric was curious what would come from the man’s mouth. “Your Highness, the jarldom under my command has recently found several veins of minerals and riches. I say this as an offer to send some to Jarl Ketill and his other fellow jarls that will be strained with hosting these forces in preparation for any kind of war. Perhaps I could send some of it to purchase food from the Kingdom of the Hearts. Perhaps when our honored guest returns home, some of my merchants could accompany her?” Alaric raised his left hand to acknowledge the man as Sundri sat back down, his right hand easing up his face to rub over his brows for a moment before drawing down his face as he sat up. Looking to each of the nobles and jarls before him individually, Alaric nodded slowly before speaking in a low voice that gave no opening for rebuttal or refuting his words, “We will talk more about this after the queen has arrived and we eat some. The troops are already moving and will travel with enough rations to stay self-sufficient for two seasons. We have time to discuss.” .
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Seeing each of the jarls nod in agreement to let the silence settle over them, Alaric nodded and sat up in his chair as he saw the kitchen staff entering the room to display the food. Each dish was brought before him for his inspection and approval before being put on the serving table, a matter of formality that was largely irrelevant as he had already approved the menu. Watching the poultry and bread moving past him, he raised his right hand to stop the proceedings and reach out to grab an airy roll that was shining from melted butter spread atop it. Nodding to signal the staff to continue, he took a bite of the roll and hummed softly as the underlying sweetness of the yeast roll mixed with the sweet butter that was slathered on it. Chewing slowly, he watched as the proceeding concluded before one of his servants approached with a two-gallon keg of mead in his arms. The keg was placed on a small stand near his place before a spicket was pushed into the flat face. Reaching his drinking horn out to fill it quickly, Alaric nodded his thanks to the servant who quickly stepped back. His plate was taken from the table by the servant, the man knowing well what his King and master would want to eat from the collection of food that had been shown. The jarls lining the table would wait until the King, Queen, and Ambassador had received their plates and took their first bites before taking their own. A display of respecting those above their station and thanking them for the ability and privilege to eat such fine foods. However, a familiar set of heels sounding on the stone floors and the rugs covering them quickly drew Alaric’s attention from the food before him. Looking over his left shoulder slowly, Alaric released his hold on his sword while moving his left hand to the tabletop to use it as leverage to turn his body and gaze. .
23:11
Alaric’s eyes quickly fell on the approaching form of his queen, and he could not find it in himself to tear his gaze away as he forgot about the room around him and the roll in his hand. He knew that Rosemary had many different dresses to choose from, but every time she came into view it seemed he was blessed with a new creation of the gods. Licking his lower lip idly to remove the butter from it while also remembering the taste of his wife’s body, the King found his eyes moving slowly over the details of the diamond and topaz gems that covered her dress in the most flattering ways. Feeling his jaw beginning to lose its rigidity as she moved closer, Alaric swallowed thickly and sat his roll down before shifting in his chair slightly to ignore the growing pressure within his trousers. As Rosemary sat down beside him, Alaric released a shaky breath while biting his lower lip lightly. His eyes trailed over her body and caught on her back, but before he could move his hand to claim her skin as his, he felt her hand rest gently on his. Returning her gentle grip with a grin and chuckle, Alaric looked into his wife’s dark eyes before nodding slowly. He felt the passion in the grip and knew that it was best she held onto his hand as he could not promise his control over it at this moment. Everywhere he intended to run his fingers over her, Alaric instead allowed his eyes to roam and take in every detail in excruciating detail. The way her choker held tight against her throat, yet still held enough slack in it that her throat could swell and handle his member when she took him to the hilt. The earrings that held to her ears perfectly and made his mouth water at the idea and desire to take her ear lobes into his mouth and suck upon them. Inhaling slowly and releasing a shaky exhale, Alaric slowly pulled his eyes away from his wife as he heard her plate lifted from the table.
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Seeing Rosemary’s maid taking her plate to fill it as well, Alaric nodded and squeezed Rosemary’s fingers gently.
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. “I can barely take my eyes off of you, how am I supposed to eat when my tongue craves only you?” Whispering softly as he glanced over at his wife, Alaric allowed a small smirk to play at the corner of his lips before turning his attention back to the jarls sitting around the table. While some looked hungrily at the table, he could see Sundri, Ketill, and a few others visibly shaking in anticipation to speak to the queen about the state of their territories. Raising his right hand just slightly so that they could easily see his fingers elevated, Alaric shook his head twice as a clear sign to hold their tongues until he released them and allowed it. Nodding as he saw their eyes shift to the food table, Alaric lifted his chin slightly and smiled with thanks as his servant returned with his plate of food. Roasted potatoes and spinach with some peppers cut up in them held place in a small area of his plate, but the main event was the half chicken that had been cooked to perfection and was still juicy. Acknowledging the presence of two more yeast rolls, Alaric chuckled and set his partially eaten roll on the plate as well. He knew he needed to wait to eat until the women with him had gotten their food, but Alaric still moved his right hand forward to take hold of his drinking horn. Bringing it back and lifting it to his lips, he took a long swallow of mead into his mouth and swallowed it slowly, becoming painfully aware of the growl in his stomach. He had not eaten since his breakfast that day, and he was now beginning to feel the shaky hunger in his stomach. This was compounded by his hunger for his wife beside him but the heels he heard slowly approaching on his right would likely only bring another source of hunger to Alaric’s mind. .
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Looking over to get a better view of the approach of their guest, Alaric breathed in through his nose and released his breath in a slow stream after holding it for a moment. His eyes moved over her body slowly, enjoying the curves of her frame and the way her dress held tight to her in all of the right places. He had to admit it was a bit more revealing than he was used to seeing, but he was also used to living in a place where everyone wore layers until they were inside and able to shed some of them. Licking his upper lip slowly to collect the mead and to imagine the way the Ace of Hearts must taste; Alaric allowed his eyes to trail up to her hair, pulled back in a beautiful updo that held her deep red hair in a tight hold that Alaric wanted to mimic with his fingers. Bringing his attention down to her chair as she approached, Alaric made a slight gesture with his right hand to make it clear to the ambassador where he expected her to sit. Listening to her words about making her choice or rather not, Alaric smiled and nodded slowly, an unspoken response of acknowledging that she was flattered while also respecting her need to take her time. As Lilac sat down beside him and started to look at the food that was on display, Alaric glanced towards one of the waiting servants and gave a stern nod which communicated clearly that the woman was expected to move forward and handle getting the ambassador the food she required or requested. .
23:13
Alaric was easily able to note the shift in Lilac’s attention however, bringing a smile to his lips as he saw the younger woman leaning forward in her seat slightly to look past him to the frame of his wife. She had barely moved and would not have been seen by others, so with a small smile on his lips, Alaric spared her the embarrassment of calling her out and simply rubbed his thumb over his wife’s hands gently. Looking at Lilac’s body slowly when her eyes switched to his own, Alaric hummed softly before nodding his head in thanks at her verbal compliments. Moving his right hand to rest it gently on her forearm, Alaric let his fingers glide up towards her wrist as he spoke in a soft voice, low enough that only Rosemary and Lilac would hear him, “Your dress accents not only your hair but also your skin very well Lilac. If this is your dress for the first night, I look forward to our future meals.” Smirking as he lifted his hand away from her slowly and returned it to his drinking horn, Alaric took a swallow of his mead while glancing towards Jarl Sundri. Seeing the man struggling to hold his patience, the king chuckled and placed his horn back in its stand before speaking in a booming voice, the aggression and volume of it not matching the calm expression on his face, “Jarl Sundri, it seems you cannot wait until your queen has had food before you must harass her with your updates. I’ve got half a mind to cook you next time instead of this waterfowl, but if you must be heard, stand and speak your piece.” .
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Sundri nodded quickly, his eyes widening in fear as he pushed his chair back and stood at his place. Wiping his hands on his breeches, he cleared his throat before looking to Rosemary and speaking, “Your Majesty, I am eager to let it be known that my mines have been very successful in this year. We have unearthed new veins of gold and silver, and I would like to offer them to help finance any future campaigns that our armies would host on our treacherous southern neighbors.” As the man finished speaking, Alaric sighed and shook his head slowly, his annoyance clear on his face at the fact that he had not had the chance to speak with Rosemary on the topic of these military moves. Not only that, but his eyes closed as he thought of the idiocy of the portly man to speak so openly with a guest of power from such kingdoms sitting in the dining hall. Looking at Sundri, he shook his head slowly again before speaking in a growling voice, “Sit and wait. We eat, then we discuss more.” His tone left no room for argument and the jarl sat down quickly, his singed beard smoking at the ends as he desperately patted away the flames that threatened to spark from his king’s glare. @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 06-Dec-22 11:49 AM
”I can barely take my eyes off of you, how am I supposed to eat when my tongue craves only you?” Rosemary smiled sweetly at him, knowing that his soft whispers into her ear were more playful anticipation for later to come. Her sharp golden hued eyes kept forward, waiting for Alaric to turn his gaze away before she turned her head so her lips were dangerously close to the man’s ear. She did not hide the way she spoke to him, even if the words were only meant for his ears. Let the Jarls of the kingdom see how much the King and Queen that ruled them rivaled the passion of other kingdoms. Like silk running through the air, her words were quiet, almost enough that he would have to strain to pay attention to them even as close as she was. It was her way of ensuring she had Alaric’s attention, even as he tried to multitask and give his gaze to the guests around the room. “It is the same for me… surely no meat served today will satisfy me like you can. I look forward to the end of this feast, so that the true one can begin.”
11:50
That was all she would give him, no further quarter for his desires. Her body leaned away, just in time for her maid’s return. Potatoes and vegetables, roasted and seasoned beautifully, a smaller portion of chicken given as Rosemary couldn’t possibly consume as much as her husband, and a roll with honeyed butter. Most of what was on their table this evening had been grown and raised here in the Clubs kingdom, though some of the spices obtained had come from their sister kingdom in the south. The Spades not only gave their navy to the kingdoms who required their naval assistance, but they also traveled to farther lands and collected different assortments of spices. They traded equally with all the kingdoms, but the Clubs were by far their more trusted buyer. “Ah, Lady Lilac… You look stunning. The roses in the Queen of Heart’s garden must wither in shame when you approach.” Rosemary’s words were kind and genuine, her golden eyes falling on the form of Lilac as she entered the hall. Several of the Jarls had taken notice of the striking figure of the Ace of Hearts, her revealing nature of dress something that was a rarity up in the more frigid north. As she approached the table, it seemed she felt she must reiterate that she hadn’t made her decision quite yet regarding the offer that Queen Rosemary had given. The woman just shook her head gently, listening to her husband as he assured her himself with just a simple nod. The King and Queen could wait, there was no rush for an answer.
11:50
“Tonight, please rest easy, eat well, drink your fill and be comfortable. You are our honored guest, and every available luxury will be afforded to you should you have the need.” Rosemary said softly, watching as the plate for Lilac left and was returned with a similar assortment of protein, grain and vegetable medley. Her husband’s words rang true for Rosemary as well, her gaze gliding not so secretly over the Ambassador and her lovely outfit. While the Queen put on an outward appearance that she was poised and collected, she truly was those things, but she also was very possessive and guarded her husband like a dragon would their hoard. It had taken some convincing from the both of them, really deep conversations to entertain this idea that both had. To flirt with the idea of allowing another within their bed. While her husband enjoyed a hearty horn of mead, Rosemary preferred the shimmering goblet that was brought to her. A kind smile was given to the attendant, as a thank you while they bowed their head and went off to continue attending to her guests’ needs. Inside was a delicate wine, one she quietly stirred with her fingers on the stem of her goblet. The liquid rolled and aerated in the chalice, but was teased as it was never brought to the Queen’s lips. Placed back on the table to wait for consumption it seems.
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Rosemary’s attention had turned away from her husband and Lilac, to one of the Jarl’s sitting down the way who seemed positively abuzz with wanting to get his Queen’s attention. Hmm… That’s Sundri if I recall correctly… His exploits are the mines…Wonder what he requires of me.. She thought, and as if on cue from him, Alaric addressed the man in his aggressive voice, commanding and at a volume that made the room quiet a little. Her hand just lightly pat at Alaric’s, soft and reminding that she was perfectly capable of receiving an update before she had a moment to indulge. Her people came before her. She always had their best interests at heart. And while she knew Alaric’s goals and mind aligned with her own, Rosemary went about it differently than he did. While he was the aggressor, the mighty and the proud warrior that defended and destroyed for his kingdom, Rosemary was the opposite. She was the caregiver, the nurturer, the diplomat and academic of the pair. She was the one who handled foreign affairs when the sword required the pen. So an update on the mines and the riches therein, was something she could wait to eat for. However, the words he spoke were not the ones she initially believed he would. The idea of future campaigns had not been discussed quite yet with Alaric, and by the way the King reacted to the statement it looked like he was annoyed that this Jarl would bring it up. While she agreed, discussing such military affairs in the open with a guest of a kingdom was uncouth and poor in taste, Rosemary was tactful in her response to Jarl Sundri.
11:51
“I appreciate your willingness and your hard work in those endeavors. That is good news as always. However, as winter will be settling in on the kingdom, I may have other plans for those resources. To buy additional food and clothing for those who are not at our table tonight within the kingdom, to better take care of our people during the coming harsh months..For what are we truly, without the subjects who look to us for guidance and a model to live by.” Rose stated gently, though even in her kind and sweet words, there was an icy chill along their edges. Jarl Sundri had spoken out of line, and while Alaric was quick to dismiss him, stating they would discuss it more, Rosemary was equally as keen to ensure the message got through. “Before further conversation, I agree with His Majesty.” Rosemary continued, her hand quiet on the back of Alaric’s. It even felt a little cooler as if she was trying to soothe and calm the fire that Sundri had sparked. Her opposite hand lifted her chalice, prompting the rest of the room to follow suit with her including that of King Alaric and Ambassador Lilac. It wasn’t often that the Queen was the one to give the toast, but as her husband clearly required sustenance of more than just the food on his plate, a more diplomatic and tactful one, quick and to the point would be better received.
11:51
“To our honored guests both near and those who have joined us from afar, I thank you for joining us tonight to enjoy this meal. I know I speak for His Majesty as well when I say, it is with you and the subjects of this magnificent realm that humble and honor me every day as your Queen. There is no better pride I can take than that of the strength and wealth of my kingdom. Please, eat and drink your fill and enjoy.” The sounds of chalices and goblets clanging together against horns of mead echoed around the room. It might have seemed long winded as a toast, but Rosemary knew she could have gone longer. She was incredibly proud of the realm she ruled with Alaric. The previous ruler's name had long been forgotten to time, and for good reason. They had nearly ruined the Club's kingdom, taking without ever giving back to the people. Many were starved, the fields laid to waste and the mines uncared for. They had squandered the riches of this northern land, and it prompted the people to do something about it. Under Alaric’s command, many of the old guards turned and the old king was no more. It had been a battle that was brutally won, written into legend and lore as it had been taken by force as diplomacy and reason had failed. The kingdoms to the south, east and west knew of the story well, as it was a reminder that the north would be meek no longer. Now, the Kingdom of Clubs was wealthy and strong, their small farms and fields rich and bountiful, and their mines shimmering with new veins found every day. It was only with the love and support of the people that Queen Rosemary and King Alaric still sat upon their thrones, so Rose took opportunities when available to give back to the people and care for them as a ruler should.
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Her attention turned quietly to her husband, gently pressing her lips to his cheek to still his anger of Jarl Sundri’s out of line update. It was her way of telling him it would be alright, they would talk later, and that she trusted his decisions regarding the affairs of the military. Just as he trusted her with the affairs of the kingdom and the subjects they ruled over. Conversation continued and the room was abuzz with life again, merry and jovial laughter echoing in the room over debates and prideful talks. Above it all, was the high table where Queen Rosemary would converse with King Alaric and Ambassador Lilac during their meal. “I do hope everything is to your liking.” Rose said softly, pushing her plate aside for just a moment but holding her fork up off her plate. She was letting herself digest while she spoke, her gaze falling back on Lilac who would surely not have tasted northern cuisine in quite a while. There was no need to ask this same question of her husband; Rosemary knew that these were all hearty things he enjoyed. While he ate, Rose quietly slipped her hand off the table and placed her palm gently on his thigh. She gave no indication of this, no outward appearance of where her hand had gone. Merely paying attention to Lilac and any answer she gave or question she asked. All the while, Rosemary teased Alaric, her fingers sweetly gliding towards his inner thigh and up towards his center. He would be able to feel every move she made, every light touch, every soft tickle her nails would make, and Rosemary knew it. Her husband had dared to tease her earlier, kissing and working her up in their bedroom suite. It was her turn.
11:52
“Is your room satisfactory for you Lady Lilac? I do hope that the colors are to your liking and that you are warm and comfortable there.” Rosemary continued, letting herself lean on the table to appear more comfortable and casual while speaking with Lilac, all the while giving herself more room and reach with her arm. Alaric would surely have to hold his composure, expected to remain Kingly among the nobles and his guests. Despite what he was experiencing under the table. It was a test of wills, and Rosemary knew exactly how to play. Her fingers dipped a little once they found the mound of his trousers, gliding over the bulge there softly but never going directly into his pants. Always keeping those teasing digits over the cloth. Even when her fingers found the length of him and gave it a gentle squeeze. Rosemary continued on in her conversation, undeterred and unbothered, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on under the table and out of view. “Perhaps after you are rested, we could give you a tour of the palace. I’m sure the last time you were here, you were too busy with foreign affairs to get an in depth look. It would be my pleasure.” Her hand moved quietly, rolling under him so her palm could slide under where she knew his sack to be. Her thumb and fingers dragged over the fabric, rubbing and massaging at the man ruthlessly. Just as gently as she had started, Rosemary slowly pulled away, dragging her hand back over his length and squeezing it sweetly again in a massage like manner, tickling at his inner thigh and then resting against the top of his thigh. A gentle glance of those amber gold eyes would tell Alaric all the reason why she teased him so. That, was for earlier my love… Next time, Finish what you start… @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 07-Dec-22 11:16 PM
As Queen Rosemary and King Alaric complemented the already moderately pink-cheeked ace, the rose blush only got worse as their kind words had a sultry and endearing tone to them. The kind words had lilac stumbling a bit over her own. “Thank you both for your words of adoration, they honor me more than I deserve.” What have I done to earn such kind words? I was simply the favored whore of the king of hearts. Though Lilac had always known that she was nothing more than a sex toy for the king, still didn't help the small stab of pain and anger that spiked her chest. She did mean those words truthfully, though in her mind she did feel as though they were too high of praise for a lowly ace, she took them graciously. Wishing to not upset the king or queen by rejecting their fondly given words, she smiles sweetly and lets her eyes shift over the intricacies of the stone wall. Each panel is larger than Pio on his hind legs, Is he ok? I never got to check on him after the attack. I hope he's ok. She makes a mental note to check on him after dinner and or a possible tour of the castle grounds. Once her focus was back on the massive carved stone slabs that had been put up as walls in the dining hall, marvelous work has been done on these massive pieces of stone. Lilac was honestly blown away by the artistry in the kingdom of clubs. She had always known the Kingdom of Diamonds to be jewelry makers and artists of finer goods, though she had no idea of the beauty that the stone carvers and tapestry makers of the club's kingdom could hold. The realization of having a kingdom so militarily, artistically, and diplomatically advanced and asking her to be a part of it was shocking to Lilac in more ways than one. Though the advancements of the kingdom impressed her, they also caused a small pang of fear in the responsibilities she may hold. If she chooses to take the position. .
23:17
After admiring the beautiful stone-carved walls, Lilac’s eyes couldn't help but notice all the men in the room and their eyes. She had felt their eyes upon her body as she waltzed into the room, though didn’t pay much attention to them for they did not interest her. She didn't seek their approval and adoration. There were only two people she would seek their approval. The right to have a say in her wardrobe was up to either her king or the hosts to whom she was a guest. And she got her approval from the, in her opinion, excessive compliments from the kind club royals. I wonder if they speak to me in a way to make me feel welcome, for I do not deserve such high praises from those far above my station. Even with Lilac’s brain telling her otherwise, she was subconsciously thankful for their words. They did make her self-image increase by allowing her to reconsider how attractive she may be. As the Queen tells her she can eat and drink till she's had her fill, Lilac couldn't help but smile in joy. For in the Hearts Kingdom the ace was allowed a single plate and enough of a serving for her to be able to eat and have energy. Nevertheless, she would never be allowed to eat her fill. They aren't here to tell you any thoughts, you can eat tonight. The Ambassador's thoughts about the hearts of royalty were pushed from her mind as she watches one of the serving staff pour her a glass of red wine into a gold and silver-adorned glass, once again the glass goblet was intricately decorated with silver and gold. The artisanship of the club kingdom just seemed to increase with each regular object Lilac came in contact with. Up in the north, they've got everything done to a T on how it's to be run and made. The meticulous work put into each object no matter how ordinary perfection, as well as the years of mastery needed for the level of detail, can be seen.
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No matter if it's a tapestry, a stone wall, or a simple glass from which to drink wine, the club's citizens seem to be able to have the best and most elegant ways of doing simple tasks. Back to the wine in front of her, it seemed to be almost the color of blood but the thickness and consistency of water. Never being allowed alcohol at meals she watched as the liquid flowed gently into the glass bowl of the transparent goblet. Keen to allow the red liquid down her throat, after the servant pour is finished, lilac reaches for the beautifully adorned glass and brings it to her lips. The cold thin material against her warm plump lip caused a welcome sensation. finally, she tilts her head back to enjoy the luscious red liquid, the small sip of wine she takes tingles her tongue. A smile finds its way across her soft-featured face as she places the glass back down, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling the wine left behind in her mouth and throat. After a moment of enjoyment in another world of sensations, the king's voice brings her back to the present day and not within the clouds. He speaks to the male in front of him and the queen, she seemed to speak out of turn. Though lilac didn't notice or hear words spoken, the king's displeasure with the man standing there could be known. Though the reason still alluded to Lilac until the queen's honey sweet rang out like a siren on a cold rainy night at sea. The queen speaking of him speaking about military and resources in front of her caused diplomatic issues and missed steps on his part. Even though she wouldn't believe it if she did bring back information, more of she'd open pher mouth to greet the king and tell him what she has learned. Immediately she would get a hard cock down her throat, and above her would be a moaning pleasured king. The attention is brought to her, being alluded to as a possible spy, which made her wish to sink as far into the world of wine as she could.
23:18
After the disheveled sundri is disgraced back into his seat far from the favor of the king and queen, the mouth-watering Queen Rosemary speaks. She gives a delightful well-worded speech to mark the beginning of this illustrious feast, so graciously provided by the Court of Clubs. .
23:18
The perfect crisp and golden color of each fowl allowed for the bird's meat to be melty and juicy in her starved mouth. Lilac couldn't have been more pleased with the food and drink of owning the feast in front of her. The soft squish of the potatoes mixed with the crunchy roasted veggies caused a mix of flavors and textures within lilacs mouth causing her mind to fall away to a land of good food and pleasures simple to live. a mix of flavors and textures within Lilac's mouth causing her mind to fall away to a land of good food and pleasures simple to live. The good food is warm in her mouth and reminds her of her grandma’s cooking. She was brought back to her childhood and she would be in her grandma's cottage for the weekend and she'd be her kitchen helper. They would make bread, cookies, and meats. However, she wasn't allowed back to her grandma's house after she tried to stand up against Lilac being forced into the ace position. Being that her grandma had once been a maid in the hearts castle, she learned that the ace's spot was just a glorified whore for the king. Lilac’s grandma was the only one she cared for within her family. She wished to visit her grandma for she hadn't heard or seen from her since her ceremony as the heart's ace. I should try to write her now that my family isn't getting all more correspondence, maybe I could know if she's alright. Lilac lets out a small sigh as she brings her attention to the Queen. Rosemary has asked Lilac if she would like a tour of the castle after the Ambassador has rested, “I would greatly enjoy that your majesty, that I have never truly seen your gorgeous castle or lands, I would love the land and castle you call home. For the difference between the kingdom of clubs and the kingdom of hearts is very different.” Lilac smiles at the thought of being guided by the queen and shown around the beautiful club castle by none other than the owner of it. Maybe she could guide you in other areas too… Maybe farther north…
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A blush creeps up Lilac’s neck onto her cheeks once more. Though there is a small movement under the black runner of the table near the king's lap that pulls lilac’s attention down towards it. After a moment of brief comprehension, she understands what's going on. At a moment's notice that she pulls her eyes away from the heads of the royal court of clubs and towards the intricate glassware that holds the fuzzy red liquid. Was the Queen assisting her husband? I mean alright…. But oh God it's hot in here… Shit. Her thoughts start to run rampant on what lewd things the King and queen of clubs were up to at the current moment in time. Hoping to pull her mind from her desires, she asks questions. “About me becoming your ace, what would that include… In detail, if you would? Would I be able to see my family if I wanted? Could I still write to them? Would they lose their power?” As Lilac spoke she tried to keep her voice calm and cool, though heat seemed to seep into her normally solid vocals. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 09-Dec-22 11:27 PM
“It is the same for me… surely no meat served today will satisfy me like you can. I look forward to the end of this feast, so that the true one can begin.” The Queen’s words were well-received in Alaric’s mind, his throat immediately constricting with a need to moan softly and let his wife know just what she did to him. However, with the unnecessary interruption from their nobles, the King had to keep his attention and appearances appropriate. He had said his piece to Sundri already, telling the man to wait until a better time to broach these topics, and yet the man had still voiced his desires and concerns. Alaric did not make it a habit of keeping his nobles as silent tools for his disposal and use, but in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to silence Sundri. He was aware of Rosemary’s comforting hand on his own, and he appreciated his wife’s attempts to calm him down and keep the meal from turning into a bonfire centered on one man. Picking his hand up slowly, he would place his lips against the back of her hand as Rosemary spoke her piece to the jarl. Lowering his hand and reaching out to take hold of his horn of mead, Alaric took a long swallow as he listened to Rosemary finish what she had to say to the disruptive jarl. He had always been impressed with the way his queen was able to command respect through even the politest words – a skill that he had not had the need to master. The two of them were the perfect fit for ruling the Kingdom of Clubs: a cool-headed monarch that could handle the older money that populated the mountains and a fierce defender that would keep them all safe from outside forces while keeping their needs taken care of. Looking to his wife as she finished and allowed her cooling touch onto his hand, Alaric smiled slightly before allowing his eyes to trace slowly over her facial features. .
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Intelligent eyes, a delicate nose, lips poised with pride and station. Perfection incarnates and all that he could ask for in a wife and queen. Rosemary took on the image of the calm queen that could command respect with only a gaze, and Alaric could feel himself falling in love with her again and again with every moment he looked at her. Clearing his throat and taking another swallow of his mead, Alaric set the horn in the stand and allowed his eyes to drift slowly around the room before landing on their guest of honor beside them. He had enjoyed her last visit to his throne room, that much was very evident by the way he had released into her mouth and gave her kind words of encouragement. But there was more to her than what she had been able to do with her lips and hands. Her features were filled with evidence of her youthful energy, something that he and his wife both knew would bring benefit to their court. Not only in the way other kingdoms used their Aces, but also in the sense of bringing in a fresh outlook that had displayed intelligence and poise during her last visit as well. Feeling a shift in the pressure of Rosemary’s hand on his own, Alaric smiled and lifted his horn slightly as he listened to the speech that fell from his wife’s lips. He could feel the passion and love for her people in her words, and Alaric could not help but echo much of the same sentiment in his own heart. Without their kingdom, he would be nothing but a knight serving under the old king once again. He had been willing to lay his life down for the kingdom from the time he was able to hold a sword, and he had sworn to protect it from enemies both foreign and domestic. Glancing at his hand that held the horn, he could almost see the ghostly image of a sword in it once again as he was reminded of how he had gotten to this point in his life. But before any heat or memory could onto that image, he looked up to his wife and smiled as he brought his horn to his lips. .
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Draining the remaining mead from his horn in one quick swallow, Alaric set the horn back in its stand before pushing it under the spigot of his mead barrel. Pulling on the lever and watching the horn fill up quickly, Alaric released the lever before picking up his horn and calling out over the room, his words carrying joy in his booming voice, “As Her Majesty has said, please eat your fill, my friends. The road of life is long and hard, do not take it on with an empty stomach. Skål!!” Bringing his horn to his lips and draining a healthy portion in a long swallow, Alaric lowered it with a smile as he looked out across the men and women around him. Even as he looked over Sundri, the moments of anger were washed clean, and he tilted his horn towards him in a clear signal of camaraderie and forgetting the harsh words. Seeing the other man return the gesture, Alaric set the horn back in its stand before looking to Lilac and Rosemary on either side of him. Nodding slowly, he allowed his eyes to linger on each of them for a moment as a clear sign of his desires for them both before bringing his attention to his food. His fork and knife moved quickly to cut the chicken from the bone and bring pieces to his mouth, along with pieces of vegetable and the occasional bite of roll. Despite his hunger and the lack of formal training afforded to him as a boy, Alaric was able to restrain himself from eating like an animal. On campaign or in the field with his men, he would be eating with his hands and at such speed that it would seem he had been starved for weeks before food was brought to him. But in the dining hall of his castle, with his guests and wife with him, the kingliness pervaded, and he was able to eat properly and at a slow enough speed to not appear like some kind of starved beast. .
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Alaric smiled as he paused on bringing one of his rolls to his mouth, his eyes glancing over at Rosemary as he felt her lips pressed against his cheek softly. Sighing gently in appreciation of the gesture, he turned his head slightly to press his cheek against her lips as a sign that he recognized what she was meaning behind the touch. He had not always been known for having the best temper, so he had often relied on his wife’s icy demeanor and temper to calm him down and keep him from going too far when his anger threatened to override his common sense. Especially in the throne room when handling matters of diplomacy and happenings that required a gentler hand and approach. His queen had a gentle hand that she could employ to calm even the most heated of debates, and Alaric could feel it as it slowly slid over his thigh and on its way back towards his heated groin. Drinking his mead and offering Rosemary a quick glance as he held his horn raised in front of his face, Alaric could not keep his eyes open for long as her fingers found his inner thigh and traced slowly back towards his manhood. With every touch of her fingers and nails, Alaric could feel his pulse heightening and the growth in his trousers. His member ached to be touched and with Rosemary’s teasing, Alaric could not help but grow needy for it as well. Setting his horn down and resting his hands beside his plate, Alaric breathed in slowly as he turned his attention to Lilac in order to hear the answers to his queen’s questions. His eyes grew darker with his expanding pupils and growing need for more, but he kept his face decorated with a genuine smile even as Rosemary’s hand reached the tightness of fabric that showed where his bulge would begin against the regular fit on his thighs. .
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Bringing his attention back to his food, Alaric was bringing his fork to his lips when he had to force his lips to stay closed. He released a muffled moan as Rosemary gripped his cock in a gentle squeeze, her fingers expertly moving over his clothed shaft with gentles rubs and squeezes. Allowing his lips to open slowly as he put a forkful of potatoes into his mouth, Alaric chewed slowly and closed his eyes when her fingers and thumb reached underneath his manhood to find the pouch that housed his crown jewels. Breathing out slowly through his nose as he shifted his legs to allow her easier access, Alaric could feel the pulsing in his shaft as his precum began leaking from his tip and coating the inside of his underwear and trousers. Feeling a gentle whimper tickling the back of his throat as Rosemary’s hand squeezed him one final time, Alaric glanced down at the table and then to her eyes when he felt her hand resting on his thigh again. His eyes carried a desperate need with their intensity, though he allowed his attention to shift back to his food in an effort to regain control of his needs. He finished his plate quickly, though his throbbing erection grew only more persistent as it stretched his trousers. Nodding to his servant who approached quickly to refill his plate, Alaric slipped his hand from the table and rested it overtop of Rosemary’s on his thigh. Tracing his fingertips over the back of her hand slowly, Alaric turned his attention to Lilac and spoke with a thick, husky voice that did little to hide his arousal, “A tour of our lands and castle would be excellent, I do agree. It would let you become more acquainted with our home and would give you an opportunity to see your horse. He has been stabled with my own steed, so I hope that calms any worry you might have. I know how important Omen is to me, so I can only imagine how important your own is.” .
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Taking hold of Rosemary’s wrist gently beneath the table, Alaric moved her hand back over his throbbing shaft as he listened to Lilac’s question about her possible responsibilities. Swallowing thickly and glancing towards the servant that returned with his plate, Alaric looked over the thick slab of steak and the chicken breast beside it. A collection of vegetables filled the remainder of the plate with a few rolls in a piece of cloth being set down beside his plate. Nodding his thanks, he looked to Lilac and spoke with a more serious tone, “Your parents hold power within the Kingdom of Hearts, where they are residents. They will not become residents here by default of your coming onto our staff, so whatever their situation is will change according to Hearts law. You can write to them and see them as your duties allow you, but any mail leaving the kingdom will be checked and censored as is required to upkeep our secrets and security.” Taking a swallow of mead and a bite of steak, Alaric sighed softly before glancing at Rosemary, his eyes clearly telling her to add whatever she pleased to his answer. Looking back to Lilac, he continued, “As the Ace of Clubs, your responsibilities will include being our ambassador to other kingdoms if we are not able to go ourselves. In addition, you will be given responsibilities to keep informed on food production and mine productivity so that you can serve as good counsel to myself or Her Majesty, should we need it. Finally, there is the topic of services and other actions you will be required to do as my queen or myself desire. These you should be familiar with as they are similar to your current responsibilities in the Kingdom of Hearts. As we need it, you are expected to offer and aid in our sexual desire.” @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 10-Dec-22 02:01 PM
You require more of a tease my love? If you insist… Rosemary thought almost sinisterly, feeling Alaric’s hand gently manipulate her wrist to pull it back across his thigh to where her prize surely awaited her. She had thought perhaps that the initial tease had been enough, had made her point as clearly as possible, but clearly that hadn’t been the case. Either that or Alaric was daring her to finish him off. Which on any other occasion she might have actually obliged him. But he had dared leave her hanging, so why should he get to finish when he would not bring her to completion? No, Alaric would get teased during the polite conversation, but more than that he would just have to wait… “My King speaks the truth, my lady Lilac…” Rosemary continued in the conversation, picking it up effortlessly while her hand glided along the length of her husband. Her fingers danced over the length of him, walking her index and middle finger in a slowly agonizing way from the tip of him down to his base as she spoke. “Your responsibilities would include being our ambassador for the other kingdoms. Though, I do wonder with what you’ve said… are you not permitted to write or to speak with your family as it stands now?” This seemed to trouble Rosemary. It wasn’t right for the King and Queen of Hearts to sequester their Ace from her family, her friends, or anyone else that she cared for. Rosemary detested this practice, of cutting off all ties or keeping someone of her royal staff so busy that they never had the chance to check in with loved ones. No, that’s not how Rosemary or Alaric ran their kingdom.
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“You may have additional responsibilities that His Majesty may not have mentioned as well, but those will come up on a case by case basis as necessary. I often would require my previous Ace to assist with the galas or banquets that I put on for the kingdom as a liaison when I was too busy to oversee the preparations myself. This is something I may ask of you, as long as you are up for it.” The word ‘up’ was a trigger word for her fingers, continuing to glide over the length that Alaric felt taught against his trousers. Her palm pressed on that stiffening cock, pushing against it a little and rolling her palm around on the girth of him. Her thumb slid playfully where the tip of him was, rubbing at him through his pants so she could make sure he could feel every movement she made. She wanted to tease him til he couldn’t stand it any further. Alaric certainly wouldn’t take her or Lilac here in the dining hall, as there were too many guests and it would be uncouth for him to expose a guest of the kingdom to such a thing in public. Rosemary knew this, which was why she hoped to hear the little whispered sounds of delight he had been making previously. She could hold the conversation with Lilac and work over her husband at the same time. Rosemary was skilled in the art of multitasking after all. Her hand gently came forward on him, stroking him back and forth over the fabric of his pants, letting her fingers to roll over the sides of his girth. If not for the restriction of that fabric, she would easily have taken hold of the shaft of him directly, to stroke him easier and far more satisfyingly. The movements were very slight, even with the fabric movements of the table runner. She timed them with his breathing as if trying to mask the play they were engaged in with a simple explanation of his breath was moving the runner, not her hand’s movements. Not like Rosemary cared really if Lilac or anyone else saw what she was doing. And certainly she was about ready to up
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“If it is your desire for your family to join you here in the Kingdom of Clubs…” Rose continued, her fingers dragging against the length of him up towards the base of his cock as she spoke. “It could be arranged for them to be granted citizenship here, if that is something that would make you more comfortable.” While the family of an Ace could be moved, they would not be granted such illustrious titles that they had in the Kingdom of Hearts. The Clubs faction did not believe in such frivolity, so they could be granted land and a modest home with a stipend, but they would not hold rank or office unless they were to earn it. That’s just how it worked. Rosemary would quietly explain this to Lilac, gently breaking the news that if her parents would lose their titles if they were to move from Hearts to Clubs, all the white her index and thumb found the buttons on Alaric’s pants further up his waist. Expertly, she dipped her fingers within the flap and undid the first of three buttons there. Not quite… one more.. She thought, waiting for the Ace she was speaking with that had her attention outwardly to consider what she had told her. Another button opened, and then finally the third. There would be just the smallest feeling of pressure releasing before her fingers invaded the opening and brought the tightness of his pants back around him. “With regards to what his Majesty said about the, aid in our sexual desires…” Rosemary continued, her fingers finding his length easily now, her pads softly rubbing at the base of him first before she moved her way down his shaft. She knew that he was too much to be able to stroke just in his pants this way, so she remained at his base for a little while longer while she worked around him. Her other hand came forward to let her lean against the table just a bit more, if only for it to reach for a napkin cloth in black that still sat on the table. Her fingers picked up the cloth and she turned back to her husband, looking Alaric st
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raight in the eyes as she brought it close to his face. It was a ploy, a playful ruse, wiping at his beard as if he perhaps had a bit of his mead stuck there and it was unsightly. Just as gently she laid the napkin upon his lap further concealing her hand from view as it played at the King’s throbbing need.
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“We would only ask you to aid in those particular responsibilities as our Ace, with your explicit consent.” Rosemary concluded, letting her fingers play at the tie that would hold Alaric’s pants on. As if she was threatening his exposure knowing full well he would have her under that table in a heartbeat if he could. Instead he would have to deal with her teasing his length against her hand. With better access as she had, after teasing at that tie, she let her fingers and nails glide against his skin, reaching under him to rub and caress him. Up and down, gently petting his length, her fingers just barely able to play at the edges of his head where it met his shaft. It would be just a tease, just a prelude to later this evening. Rosemary was calm, collected, patient, and she knew what she wanted.
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“We would never force you to do something that you were uncomfortable with, in regards to sex or topics of an explicit nature. Your body is yours, and we respect that here. Besides that, his Majesty and myself would much rather you come to us on your own instead of being forced to…” Rosemary paused, if only briefly to squeeze at him tenderly. “It certainly makes the experience more enjoyable for all those involved.” Her fingers rolled against him, able to grasp at least the base of him easier now that she had her hand in his pants versus just resting it on top. The drumming motion was supposed to massage and mimic her body’s rolling motions when she squeezed and pulled on him. Just not quite as warm, or wet. Slowly, as the conversation began to come to a close, those amber eyes glanced towards Alaric and blinked slowly at him. It was her way of telling him That’s enough for now my love… you will have to be patient and wait for the rest, gently slipping her hand out from the opening of his pants. Her fingers dragged along his skin as if they didn’t want to leave the warm throbbing length he had, reluctant to redo the buttons she had undone. It was harder to reattach the buttons, but she at least was able to get the center of the three closed to keep King Alaric somewhat modest. Her hand moved back over his hip and thigh this time, slipping off of him entirely as if to make this the last time she’d be allowing herself to touch him, for now.
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Her hands came together, and she interlaced her fingers on the table in front of her. A gentle sigh escaped her soft red lips as she looked from Alaric, the man she adored and loved far more each day she breathed, to the Ace of Hearts who hopefully would decide to change factions. She held a gentle smile on her face, her raven black hair lightly falling along the side of it to frame her features elegantly. Lilac would have her full attention now, not just partially while she played with the meat in her husband’s pants. This was something she wanted to ensure the Ace would understand and not misinterpret. “Even with all that said, and you decide that being our Ace is not for you or your family’s best interests, we will understandably be disappointed but respect your decision all the same. You are still an honored guest here with in the Clubs Kingdom, and are welcome always.” @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 12-Dec-22 09:30 PM
“Yes your majesty, I would like to see my horse. He means a lot to me. He was given to me by the king upon my coronation day. Ever since I've ridden him daily. I enjoy riding, it's always so freeing for me.” Every time Lilac says the words ridden or ridding her tone drops a little. There's also breathiness to the tone of those words giving them almost a second meaning. Not too obvious, but obvious enough to help in the queen teasing a bit. A smirk spreads across her soft red lips to sink in the possible second connotation of the words. Lilac enjoyed how Rosemary made Alaric squirm with just enough pleasure to keep him on the edge of wanting just a bit more. “Pio has been my best friend for years, always been there for me to escape to. Being an ace can be a lot sometimes and it's nice to find an escape every once again. Pio always was able to give that, so I am securely attached to him. So I would appreciate the ability to see him as well as where he is staying. Nothing against your stables or the ability to take good care of your horses, I just need to see with my own eyes that he is well cared for.” Lilac hoped that with her concern she would not offend the king or the queen with her need to double-check her horse well being. The only reason she needed to see it was shed been told he was stable at the diamond kingdom and she trusted them to take care of her best friend. That trust was betrayed when she went to see him and he was tied with a short rope, to where he couldn't even lift his head to the normal height. This only pissed Lilac off but the thing that made her have to formally apologize to the king for murdering the head stable master was the fact that her horse had been tied in a stall the size for a pony. Pio couldn't move at all without touching the sides of the stall he was put in. That was the final straw for her, on top of the fact that she hadn't been allowed to see him in several days.
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- So she knew he had been tied up in these horrible conditions for several days, looking as if he hadn't had food either. Lilac lost her mind about the stable master, though the idiot of a penis holder decided to fight the angry ace on the conditions of her horse. That was the final straw for Lilac, she took out the dagger she always has hidden in her bra and slashed the dicks throat without a single thought. She even refused to give him the honor of moving his body. The anger that Lilac felt for that asshole made it so that she didn't regret it at all, so much so that she spit then kicked his lifeless carcass. She had left with Pio to go on a ride for a few hours. Only to come back to the diamond kingdom in despair that there had been a murder on the grounds. Feeling proud of her actions she rode into the castle on Pio, right into the courtroom with the king and queen of diamonds. Not giving a shit about the fact she had just ridden a horse into the castle, she dismounted still firey and pissed off, Lilac spoke brashly and took full responsibility for her actions. To the ambassador, her actions were more than justified due to the torment her stallion was put through. Though her admitting to and not caring about the brutal and dishonorable murder didn't go over well in that courtroom. The king's anger was almost pulsing off him in heat waves, Lilac did not care about the King or his shouted words. But she did speak up when he tried to punish the ace by taking Pio, the guards that came forward were given one chance by the protective ace to back off before she did more damage. As the diamond scum doesn't listen to women, for they believe the female sex to be weaker, they did not heed her warning. So Lilac had no choice but to defend herself and her one true friend. The guards were stronger but the ace was much faster. It took her no time to move in a way close to a violent dance yet still entrancing in a way.
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- Lilac tried her best to only tire the guards for they had not earned her wrath. Though after a minute of their deadly dance, the king got impatient and ordered them to take Lilac down by any means necessary. This was an unfortunate order for these guards to carry out, for the ace was well-versed in the ability to defend herself. Lilac did have standards and rules she lived by. She did not kill unless necessary, and these guards did not earn her anger; they simply were fulfilling their duties. So she only desired to disarm the men, as she glided across the floor she slips her needlepoint dagger, still red from the stable master's blood, in between the scales of the metal armor to pressure points. Hitting several on multiple of the guards, they drop to the ground either passed out or temporarily paralyzed, the deadly dance is masterfully executed by Lilac. She floats around the men like silk flowing in the wind. From an onlooker, it would almost look as though Lilac is flying through the air with how fast her feet move across the floor. Though the ace’s performance had been impressive in how skilled she was, the King of Diamonds didn't take it too well. Lilac was sure that he didn't like it because the Heart whore had taken down a dozen guards in less than 5 minutes. The reason behind Lilac's assurances was the King voicing his displeasure in her show by saying many words to try and degrade the ace. Though what the king didn't know was that he'd already lost the ace's respect when he allowed her stead to be locked up and not tended to. So his words had no impact on Lilac’s actions or psyche, in the end, she was forced to apologize. Though to anyone who wasn't a dick-wearing imbecile like the King of Hearts could easily tell the Ace meant not a single one of her “apologetic” words. His negligence caused her best friend to suffer and Lilac was not about to apologize for the appropriate course of action she took. -
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After Lilac had taken that trip down memory lane, she could only smile that night. Though it happened months ago, she still didn't regret it to this day. As Lilac lifted her wine glass to her lips, she could help but take note of how far the Queen was taking her teasing of the king. The tease had done things to Lilac as well, having the wanting to feel the queen's hands on herself Lilac couldn't help it as her hand found its way up her thigh to place pressure where she needed it. As her needy fingers found their way in between her thighs to pleasure herself just enough to subdue the pain caused by the queen subtly teasing the king on the dining table in front of many guests. As Rosemary spoke to Lilac she could only half pay attention to her words, for her mind was far too focused on the way she worked the King of clubs. Her daze was broken when Rosemary talked about her family coming to live with her. And the fact that if she does take this job her family would lose their titles as Duke and Duchess. The entire reason she was the ace of hearts was that her family had forced her to be a part of the selection process. For when your daughter becomes ace you are given titles and her power-hungry family would not turn that opportunity down. This position as the ace of clubs is a far more enticing opportunity for me. Though I am almost positive my family wouldn’t let me. But I'm no longer theirs to control, I am free to do as I wish. So I could take this position and be free of them. As lilac pondered over the offer given to her by the gracious and gorgeous club Royals, her fingers slowly worked her growing ache between her thighs. -
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“I appreciate your concern, your highness. The kingdom of the hearts has not been restricting my letters but my family has been restricting my letters to my grandmother. I haven't communicated with her in about 3 years, I do miss her dearly. But my family believes that I shouldn't have communication with her….” Lilac keeps her emotion from her voice. “Probably cause was the only one to speak against the shit ritual of aces.”She mutters these words under her breath as she sips the sweet wine. “On that note, would I be allowed to send a letter to my grandmother? I do miss her and wish to make sure she is still alive and well.”She hoped that her hosts would allow a letter of hers to not go through her family and go straight to her grandmother. Though she was still the ace of hearts so the Queen not King could probably not help her letter issue. As the royals continue to tell Lilac her possible duties if she so chooses, they tell her that they wish to have her council. *They would seek my advice? Like, would want my council? Wanting to hear what I have to say and my advice? That's….. That's new and I kinda like it….” A sweet smile slowly spread across the ambassador's face as the words sink in on how much she would be implemented here with clubs. -
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The Queen brings up helping her with galas and parties as one of her duties to the queen. “I would adore helping you. I do love a good party!” She giggles and smiles at the memories she's had at galas held in the hearts kingdom. One particularly fond memory of a certain courtier had sparked her interest towards the beginning of Lilac's time as the heart's ace. She had been the belle of the ball, almost more desired than the Queen of Hearts. Though this beauty had caught Lilac’s attention in particular after their dance in which she guided Lilac’s body effortlessly to the music of the Argentine tango. Being a seductress she knew the dance well, though the way Tayrn took the steps and dance took where at the end Lilac had been tamed by her and as Tayrn put her in a dip where Lilac’s hands were pinned by the knee Tayrn laid her on. While the only thing holding her up was Tayrn’s hands wrapped around her throat, supporting Lilac with a knee on her back and Tayrn’s strong hands wrapped around the back of her neck. This ending move had Lilac way out of her league in the game of smooth intros. She was honestly speechless by the end of it, the smirk that Tayrn had on her face told Lilac that Tayrn knew exactly what she was doing. They had talked all that evening, though as it was coming to a close, Tayrn took Lilac into the garden, making her body and brain buzz more than anyone ever had. Tayrn had kissed her on more than just one of her lips that night, Tayrn expertly had worked sounds from her lips that were just pure bliss. Lilac was entirely enthralled by the woman on her knees and under her dress that warm summer night. Their fling only continued for a few months, till the Queen found them together in a rather passionate embrace. That was the last time Lilac ever saw Tayrn, she never heard from her again. The loss hurt Lilac more than she thought it would. But it was just another lost love that Lilac has since hardened to. -
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After remembering the time with her lover she finds her core starting to drip, not only from memories but also from the queen rubbing the king. She had slowly worked his way into his pants to make it worse, Lilac wishing to give them a taste of her skills as an ace she comes up with an idea. “So you say there would be similar duties as to my ones in the hearts kingdom, so would I assist your highness in pleasuring the king after a surely difficult day? I'm sure that my mouth could be of good use to his Majesty, speaking from past experiences with his Majesty’s frustration.” My voice is thick with desire as my fingers start to work my button. I leaned in closer to not be heard, “Maybe I would be allowed to give a release of your own my queen? My mouth is skilled in not only matters of diplomatic relations, but also in more intimate ones as well. Would it be ok if I laid you back on your royal bed and helped your highness release, while his majesty had his frustration released within me from behind? Maybe that would help with your stress? For I know how difficult fit must be to run a kingdom, I wonder if you would like my services? Just to help of course. I'm sure my tongue has better uses than speaking.” Lilac’s tone was seductively innocent though she knew her words had more of an impact than they sounded. Her only wish was that the King and Queen of Clubs enjoyed them as much as she had planned. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 15-Dec-22 05:03 AM
Alaric raised his eyebrows respectively at Lilac’s comment as he shifted his wife’s hand under the table, trusting her to bring him the pleasure that she knew he would want. He knew that princesses and other figures were often given noble steeds or other such prized creatures as a welcoming gift to their new station, so hearing that Lilac had received her horse on her coronation was not surprising. Alaric was preparing to speak on the breed of her horse when he felt Rosemary’s fingers find his thick shaft and begin to walk their way down towards his base. Breathing in lightly as he sat up a little straighter to give his wife more access, Alaric scooted his hips forward and could not help but smirk when he heard the different tones that Lilac used on the words of choice within her sentences. Glancing over her slowly, he allowed the hunger in his eyes to take in the features that her dress gave an easy view of. The way her left breast was covered by the thicker clothing, only for her side to be revealed beneath a thin lace. That was without even recognizing the bareness of her back, which Alaric allowed his eyes to slowly dip towards, admiring the ambassador’s body and the curve of her back before bringing his gaze back to her lips. Peering up from her lips which quirked up into a small smirk, the King allowed his eyes to trace over the gentle curve of her cheeks and nose before reaching her violet eyes which held in them an intent need to satisfy and be satisfied. A soft moan escaped his throat from Rosemary’s ministrations as he opened his mouth, his words soon following after he licked his lips, “I would be lying if I were to say that I am not interested in seeing how well and often you ride, my Lady Lilac. Daily riding must have created quite the hunger and thirst for more, or else you would feel lacking and bored I assume. I can guarantee you that riding for my Queen and I will be a freeing experience that you will not soon forget.” .
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Himbo Tie 15-Dec-22 05:03 AM
Shifting his right hand forward to take hold of his mead horn, Alaric glanced quickly to his left, taking in the gentle and attractive features of Queen Rosemary as well. The smile that adorned her lips held an innocence and joy to them that did not match the actions her fingers held out beneath the curve of the table. This served only to bring a deep throb through his manhood, enjoying how well his wife could hide her playing and toying with him so that they could enjoy each other in this public place. Taking a long swallow of his mead, he lowered the horn from his lips and wiped his mustache with his napkin before replacing the horn in its stand. Lowering his left hand to gently hold Rosemary’s thigh and rub his thumb over the fabric of her dress, he bit his lower lip and nodded slightly in encouragement for her to continue before turning his attention back to their guest. Hearing her praise of the horse that had been gifted to her brought a wide smile to Alaric’s lips, his right hand forming a fist to be sat down on the table with a hearty chuckle. Putting up his index finger to signal her to hold her thought after she finished speaking, the king cut away a piece of steak and put it into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing the bite, Alaric released a small sigh at its flavor as well as Rosemary’s fingers finding his base and rubbing her fingers appreciatively over the girth of his clothed member. Turning to Lilac, the man smiled as he spoke, his voice carrying a light tone with it, “I am very glad to hear that Pio is to your liking, Ambassador. You may not know this, but Friesians are bred and raised within this kingdom. The valleys offer much room to run and grow, and the climate produces the strength and hardiness that the breed takes with it into life. You see, I still remember, to this day, when the honorable King of Hearts came to our court in search of a fitting gift for the new ace that he would be selecting.” . (edited)
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King Alaric BOT 15-Dec-22 05:04 AM
“Pio came from the royal stables, and he is once again being cared for by the stablemaster there. Do not fret for he is going to be well fed and groomed, but you will see him soon for yourself.” Finishing his statement with a nod, Alaric reached his hands forward to take further measures at preparing his steak for his consumption. Nodding slowly as Rosemary spoke of the duties that had not been covered, he put a piece of steak in his mouth and chewed happily, his eyes flicking between the women before looking out at the men and women of the room. Many of the nobles had turned their attention to the food, even Ketill and Sundri, but there were those from the lands further north that were looking from the food they were eating to their king and queen. They had not arrived in time for his meeting in the war room; some of them had only entered the dining hall moments before the queen had. He needed to hear what they had to say about their lands, but his attention was ripped from pondering their news when he felt Rosemary’s fingers follow her cue word. Lowering his gaze with a sharp inhale through his nose, Alaric put another piece of steak in his mouth quickly to interrupt the moan that rolled through the back of his throat. Squeezing his hand gently on Rosemary’s thigh, he ran his fingers in a tight circle over her inner thigh as he felt her palm press against his shaft. Chewing slowly as her thumb crept upwards to rub at the ridge of his head, Alaric let the moan seep out softly as he glanced over to look into his queen’s eyes. Her mouth continued to move as she spoke of Lilac’s responsibilities if she chose to be their ace, but his mind could not care about what she had to say. He trusted her to tell the truth and make the best decision for their kingdom, but in this moment, he could not take his eyes off of the gentle pillows that were her lips. .
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He knew them to feel like perfection sent from the gods when around his manhood, and the gentle movements of her thumb and fingers rubbing at him did little to change the images which flooded his mind. Images which included pushing back from the table and directing his wife under the table so that her lips could greet his leaking head and take his precum directly into her mouth. A smirk drew over his lips at Rosemary’s comments that she had coined, stating that a queen never gets on her knees for anyone. He could distinctly remember times that his wife, the queen that served beside him, had fallen to her knees quickly in a rush to pull his pulsing manhood from his trousers and into her waiting mouth. Biting his lower lips as he looked at her own and wished to press into them and sink his teeth where they belonged, Alaric moaned softly in a disguised sound by putting a piece of chicken into his mouth. As he chewed the poultry and reached for one of his rolls, Alaric found himself coming to a stop when he felt her hand beginning to slide up and down his length. Breathing with a purpose and from low in his chest, Alaric allowed the expansion of his torso to shift the table runner slowly as he continued to reach for the roll. He would not want Rosemary to stop her movements, so he knew it was in his best interest to help her not draw attention to her skilled movements. Even through the fabric of his trousers, he could feel the pleasure she imparted onto him, and he was very appreciative of the fact that she would forgo eating her meal to bring her husband this pleasure. Biting into the roll and chewing it slowly, he enjoyed the honey glaze over the sweet bread before nodding slowly in agreement with Rosemary’s words about Lilac’s family. The Ace of Heart's family could be brought to the Kingdom of Clubs, but they would not receive any special treatment unless they had something truly worthwhile to offer to the nobility. .
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Alaric scooped up a forkful of roasted veggies and turned his attention to Lilac, wanting to see her reaction to the fact that her parents would be losing their ranks in society if she took this offer. His eyes were not greeted by a thoughtful expression, however, as the Ace of Hearts was too far focused on something happening behind her eyes than on the words of her hosts. An immediate flare worked through the back of the Clubs King’s mind, wanting to punish the woman for not paying attention to the words of the Queen of Clubs, but he quickly quelled the flare when he saw the way that the ambassador’s eyes were cast beneath the table. Glancing down and seeing where her gaze had landed, Alaric could not help the swell that ran through his cock, growing in his wife’s grasp for a moment of passion. He enjoyed being watched in these moments, which was why he did not cast their servants from the room when he went about his sexual desires with Rosemary. Watching Lilac’s hand drift between her thighs and push past the slit of her dress, Alaric busied his right hand by going for another bite of his steak. Chewing it slowly and allowing his control on his vocals to relax, a low moan crept up through his throat at a combination of Rosemary’s stroking and the way their guest was touching herself. Watching the ambassador take a small sip of her wine before her hand shifted further up her dress, desired to help her in the endeavor but kept his right hand above the table. Rubbing his left hand slowly over Rosemary’s thigh, he crept his hand towards her inner thigh and applied needy pressure for the constricting fabric of her dress to be out of the way. No matter how he pressed, his wife’s dress did not hold the same entrance that Lilac’s did, so he simply laid his hand on Rosemary’s thigh again and let it rest in appreciation of her stroking movements over his member. Her knowledge of his length was second to none, so her fingers knew just where to move to tease him. .
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A soft moan left his throat as he gripped Rosemary’s thigh softly, wanting her to know that her movements were drawing these sounds from him and that he appreciated them fully. Looking at her and biting his lip again, he winked at her and grinned before turning his attention back to Lilac as she started to speak. Listening to her words of how the Hearts were not restricting her letters so much as her parents were, Alaric shook his head slightly in disappointment at such a petty measure that they would go to in order to restrict their daughter’s voice. Smirking at the words she muttered before drinking her wine, Alaric allowed her a moment to finish speaking before he responded with a warm tone, “If it is correspondence with your grandmother that you desire, you will have it. Once your letter is written, a messenger can be dispatched to take it to your grandmother. We will need only her address, and the rest can be handled by us.” A royal messenger could go nearly anywhere, especially if dispatched with blessing from their court and they were travelling through peaceful lands. Messengers had to run through the Kingdoms of Hearts or Diamonds if they wished to get correspondence from the Court of Clubs to their Spades counterparts. With the proper seal, the words of their messages were protected from prying eyes at the border checks or customs inspections, and to breach the security of such a seal would bring more pain than it was worth to be nosy. Grinning at Lilac’s energetic response to helping Rosemary with planning a gala or event, Alaric nodded slowly before turning his attention back to his food. Continuing to eat his food slowly, he felt his eyes widen slightly when his wife’s fingers moved with clear purpose to undo the buttons of his trousers. He had expected the rubbing through the exterior of his pants to be as far as she went, but with the release of each of his buttons, Alaric could only swallow his food and maintain control of his breathing. .
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The release of pressure was welcomed by the fabric of his trousers, allowing his manhood a moment of release from their tight confines. This respite proved to be extremely brief, catching Alaric off guard as he brought his drinking horn to his lips and took a long swallow. Coughing softly when he felt Rosemary’s fingers circle around his base directly, Alaric stole a quick glance to his wife, a question of her intent clear in his eyes. The question disappeared and was quickly replaced with nothing but indulgent pleasure as his eyes rolled back slowly, his eyelids fluttering closed when he felt her palm press against his base while her fingers drifted up along his length. He had unfortunately spilled some of his mead in the surprise of the contact, but Rosemary, prepared as always, had seemed to plan on that. As Alaric reached forward to place the horn back in its stand, he caught sight of Rosemary’s movement to take his napkin from the table and bring it to his beard. His eyes caught hers for a momentary playful glare, trusting his wife to take care of him but still hating the fact that it made him look like an invalid to have his face wiped. However, as the napkin fell and covered Rosemary’s hand, Alaric lifted his eyebrows for a moment of clarity before his throat constricted in an effort to hold back a low moan. The placement of the napkin hid her movements well, almost too well. Alaric had to concentrate hard on his food as he ate slowly, small sounds of wanting and pleasure creeping from his throat and lips as Rosemary’s hand worked with more fervor and passion now that it was better concealed. Throbbing and needy, his manhood leaked within his trousers as it begged to be touched more and more, only for its wishes to be granted. Rosemary’s hand played to the tune of each of his needs, fitting within the king’s trousers as she stroked at his member and pressed against him, teasing the man for what he wanted more directly from her. .
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Looking down at the napkin for a moment, Alaric could not help but connect the black fabric with its similarities to his wife’s raven hued hair. Imagining the soft movements of the cloth as the rocking movements of Rosemary’s hair as her mouth took his member, he could not stop the groan that escaped his lips. A soft gasp escaped behind the groan, causing Alaric to sit back slightly in his chair and bring his right hand up to hold a fist under his chin. He glanced towards Lilac to see her reception of the queen’s words, but his eyes lost their focus slightly when he felt her fingers shift off of his length to play at the tie of his trousers. Flexing his lower abs slightly to cause his cock to swell and press needily against the fabric, Alaric smiled to their guest as he leaned back slightly more to allow his wife free access to removing the annoying band of cloth that kept his trousers in place. Allowing his eyes to glance over the ambassador’s body, he nodded with Rosemary’s words while looking hungrily at Lilac’s bare back. Looking down along the dip of her spine and the swell towards her rear, Alaric licked his lower lips when he caught a glimpse of one of the woman’s back dimples. Tracking his eyes slowly up her pale skin in appreciation of it, he allowed his deep brown eyes to meet the violet orbs that Lilac kept moving over the royals. Allowing his need to communicate through his eyes, a soft groan rolled through his throat when he felt Rosemary’s hand withdraw from its teasing at his waistband. Sitting up slightly and focusing on the food again with his hands and eyes, Alaric paused for a moment as he brought a piece of steak to his mouth. The fork rested the meat against his lips as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that Rosemary drew from him when her fingers glided up his shaft to stop at the ridge of his tip. Opening his eyes and taking the meat off the fork, he chewed with a satisfied moan when her nails drew down his length slowly. .
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“Your consent, explicit and enthusiastic, is important to Her Majesty and me. We do not want you to feel forced to do anything, other than your non-sexual responsibilities. Your consent to complete them is assumed with your receiving the position, but never assumed for sexual duties.” Finishing his words with a slow nod, Alaric breathed in deeply as he pushed his now empty plate back, his right hand shifting to his drinking horn. Bringing it back to his lips, he quenched a portion of his thirst, but the rest of his desires would not be filled by mead or other such drink. Lowering the horn and letting a soft moan roll from his lips, Alaric felt his member throb as it grew more satisfied with his wife’s masterful playing. He was not going to finish within his trousers at his queen’s limited touches, but he felt his need to finish and come to completion growing steadily more and more. Looking over to Lilac as her hand disappeared under her dress completely, Alaric could not help but bite his lip and smile slightly before his eyes met hers when her words began to spill forth. He enjoyed the sultry tone of her words, a talent that he had heard once before and could not help but enjoy and yearn for again. Looking to her lips as she spoke and suggested their use in calming him after a particularly difficult day, Alaric nodded slowly as he looked to their supple shape and remembered the way they had fit around his cock. He could remember how soft they were as they slid along his shaft, her hands working to bring him to a needed finish after a frustrating day of dealing with nobles. With his queen absent, the stresses of the throne room had grown more and more when nobility that would normally report their needs to her had come to him instead. A capable and caring king, he had been able to help each of them and fulfill their needs and wants, but it was not a part of ruling that he had taken much enjoyment from. .
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Lilac and her Hearts companion had done well to distract him, though the Ace’s lips and hands had been much more skilled. Watching Lilac lean forward to speak, Alaric shifted slightly in his seat to glance at Rosemary with a smile, hoping to see how his wife enjoyed the propositions brought forth by their guest. He enjoyed the visual presented by the ambassador, seeing his wife on her back and looking from the woman pleasuring her to him, begging him for release even as her womanhood was being toyed with by another. Feeling his cock swell at the imagery, Alaric released a moan that he had no time to restrict. The pleasure of the imagery combined with Rosemary’s skillful hand brought the sound forth. Looking out across the dining room, he could see a couple of the nobles glance towards him with a smile before going back to their meals, ignoring the sound of their king as they assumed he was enjoying the meal and the bounties of their kingdom. Looking from Lilac to Rosemary slowly, Alaric nodded before his words flowed from his lips in a quiet tone, “These suggestions are taken with the most appropriate enthusiasm, Lady Lilac. Her Majesty and I would be most appreciative to see these intentions acted upon, but perhaps not right now.” Alaric chuckled softly as he finished, his chest expanding as he breathed in deeply, trying to get his focus under control again. He needed to compose himself and give off the imagery of a proud and capable king, not a young man that was coming apart at the suggestive teases of a woman beside him. Looking to his wife and nodding slowly, Alaric bit his lower lip slightly when he felt her fingers beginning to drum gently along his shaft. He knew well what his wife was pantomiming with such touches, bringing a new swelling throb to his cock as it reacted to the motions that it so desperately wished to feel around it. .
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Alaric released several shaky breaths as he stared into his wife’s eyes, his right hand slipping off the table to find Lilac’s thigh in a gentle grasp. Sliding his fingers along her inner thigh as he squeezed softly, his eyes held Rosemary’s gaze as he fought the urge to finish in his trousers at the skill of her hand. Looking over his shoulder with a grin at the ambassador as he brought his hand slowly up her thigh, Alaric stopped his motion when he felt his hand brush against the back of her own. Rolling his hand around to grasp the back of her hand gently, the king pressed her hand against her heated core with a little more intent as he looked back to the queen. She would be able to feel the rush of blood travelling into his shaft as well as the swell of his ridge that told her how his seed was preparing to release. However, as he neared the edge and his eyes began to close, he felt her hand release from his length and draw off of him with her nails leaving a gentle trail along his base. Removing his hand from Lilac’s slowly as he felt Rosemary redoing his buttons, Alaric grunted softly and focused his gaze on the roll that sat beside his plate. Bringing his hands to his lap, he quickly buttoned the two remaining buttons before wiping his hands off on the napkin over his crotch. Lifting it and placing it on the table beside his empty plate, Alaric took the roll and started to eat it slowly as he looked at his wife that he loved dearly and cherished greater than any riches he had won on any campaign. He knew why she had stopped where she had, and while he initially felt frustrated, he knew that he needed to remain kingly in the dining hall. Shifting his gaze to Lilac as he finished his roll, he nodded in time with Rosemary’s words before speaking, “As her Majesty said, you are a welcome and honored guest within the Kingdom of Clubs, and I hope you will enjoy your time here.” .
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Looking out over the nobles that were waiting patiently, Alaric noticed that all of them had completed their meals and were now waiting to be addressed by the royals. Seeing a few in thick cloaks of fur looking up to match his gaze, the king nodded before calling out in a raised voice through the dining hall, “I trust you have all enjoyed the meal presented to you, and I hope that your rooms are suitable for your stay in the castle before your return to your homes. If you do not have an answer, perhaps now is the best time to go and make sure you have an accurate answer for the next time we speak. Jarls Gunnvaldr and Torgeir, step forward before me and report on your incursions.” As the nobles stood and bowed respectfully before leaving, a particularly tall man and woman stood up from where they had been sitting next to each other. They each rivaled Alaric in height, though their overall builds were slightly narrower than that of their King. Gunnvaldr was the first to approach the table, his blonde hair combed nicely before being braided down to his chest, matching the braid of his blonde beard. He still bore marks of the blue face paint that was a custom of his clan, but Alaric could not fault the man for not making himself clean and proper when he was just returning from a warzone. Torgeir followed closely behind him, a smile on her face as she bowed her head to the king and queen. Her brown hair responded slightly to the movement, though the thick braids stayed largely in place with only a few drifting forward of her shoulders. Both of the jarls looked to Lilac and nodded in recognition of the Ace of Hearts before turning their attention back to Alaric and Rosemary. The two looked between each other for a moment before Torgeir stepped forward, her hands coming together in front of her before she spoke. .
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“As your Majesties both know, I have been on a scouting and reconnaissance mission in the northeast for the better part of a month now, with my husband watching over my land in my stead. I am happy to report that the men of the frost have fallen back from our border, and in their retreat, they have left great swaths of land open for us to take. Valleys rich with wildlife and stretches of tundra where we can raise more herds of horses for sale and use. I was not sure why they had fallen back, for we were not moving in great numbers that would scare them back. But I was able to find their reason, and it is most alarming. They are camped with the giants, trolls, and other beasts of the northern glaciers, and I fear that they are preparing for an attack on our lands.” Alaric nodded as Torgeir stepped back, his jaw setting firmly as he looked to Gunnvaldr for any sign of disagreement. Seeing nothing but a slow nod of confirmation, he exhaled slowly before reaching for his horn and taking another swallow. A long, slow swallow that drained the remainder of his horn. Placing it under the spigot of the keg, Alaric went to activate it but was stopped when Gunnvaldr stepped forward and flipped the switch with a small smile. Nodding his appreciation to the man, Alaric pulled the horn back once it was full and took another swallow. Motioning to the man, he waited for the deep voice of Gunnvaldr to fill the hall, “My King and Queen, what Jarl Torgeir says is true. The northwest offensive is grinding to a halt, despite our best efforts to reinforce it with reserve battalions. We have encountered the men of the frost in greater numbers than we have seen before, but the truly troubling thing is the mystics that they seem to be employing. Their dead are joining the fray, and with them they bring other creatures from beyond the veil. Just this week, I was engaged personally by an ice dragon that charged through the frontlines to reach my tent.” .
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“We are consolidating to hold the land that we have gained, but these new creatures are stopping any further advance. I am confident in our ability to hold, or else I would not be here Sire. But I worry that with this growth in their forces and seeming alliances, our hold is temporary.” Gunnvaldr stepped back as he finished, his hand removed from the keg of mead as he stood beside his eastern contemporary. Looking to the two jarls slowly, Alaric nodded before speaking in a low voice, “Thank you both. Make your way to your rooms and get some rest; you both deserve it. You will be summoned to the war room soon, and we will discuss the future moves.” Both jarls bowed before stepping back and walking away, Torgeir stealing one last glance at Ambassador Lilac before she plucked a roll off of the table, chewing on it as she left the dining hall with Gunnvaldr. Alaric sat still for a moment; his arousal had slipped away at the news that had been delivered, for it showed just how real the threat to the north was. He wanted to make good on his threats to the southern kingdom that had attacked his borders, but this news split his attention to the more pressing threat. The serving staff moved efficiently as he sat in thought, cleaning the food out of the room before coming back to clean up the plates and such of the nobility. Pushing back from the table slowly, Alaric stood and looked to Rosemary and Lilac each with a small smile before reaching down to pick up his horn of mead. Draining it in one long swallow, Alaric set it down on his plate before speaking with a strained smile, “A tour is needed, wouldn’t you both say? Maybe you can even put those skills to work, Ambassador.” Alaric smiled down at Lilac before offering a hand to each woman to help them out of their seats. @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 16-Dec-22 02:50 PM
That frustration was mutually felt. Rosemary clearly wanted to finish what she had started, something that Alaric had initially begun in their chambers but reluctantly she knew it was best to let him be edged, let him feel that frustration over causing a scene and messing his trousers in front of guests. Her gaze turned away from him softly so she could finish her plate, having left it to instead enjoy the toy in his majesty’s trousers. She was his to play with, and he allowed it whenever she wanted, so Rosemary knew that asking for permission from him was not required. As evidenced by the shaky breaths he gave and the desperate look of release he wanted. While enjoying the remainder of her meal, her attention was drawn to the pair that strode up to the high table. Jarl Torgeir and Gunnvaldr approached with what appeared to be news from the far northern reaches of the Clubs kingdom border. Rosemary, though not usually one to listen in on her husband’s briefs with military affairs, found herself quietly listening in this time. The further north lands were something she had to be made aware of as well, even though more of her duties commanded she remain looking towards the neighbors to her southern border. Her golden eyes looked from one to the other respectfully, finally finishing her plate and placing her fork down elegantly on top of it. Her servants took it and she gave a gentle wave to ensure it would not be filled and returned again. While Alaric could pack away plate after plate, Rosemary simply could not. Certainly if she tried perhaps, but she was never one to feast until she was bloated at meals like this. War was something that Alaric relished in. Her pen and the power it wielded with simple words and phrases were what Rosemary used as her sword and shield. Political power through underhanded means wasn’t something she was interested in either. More times than she needed to, she had the evidence and necessary information to ensure a peaceful transition
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of her enemies' surrender. Call it blackmail or coercion all you like, in the end it meant less bloodshed and a successful outcome to an otherwise unfavorable event. However with all that said, Rosemary was no slouch on a horse or riding into a battle alongside her husband. She was no queen that would stand idly in the castle while her King risked life and limb to protect her and the kingdom he ruled. Rosemary was no princess in a tower, but a powerful queen, an equal to her king.
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The idea that giants, trolls and other beasts of the glacier norths did bring her a troubling sense of unease. The mention of an ice dragon also made the ice wielding queen nervous too. Her magic and ice were powerful as they were, surely capable of freezing the countryside if she so wished to unleash it in unyielding force, but an ice dragon was another matter entirely. Even Rosemary was no match for something like that. And certainly Alaric would forbid her from trying. As much as she was his equal in every aspect of their relationship, he was still possessive over her, just as she was him, and there was no way he would allow her to join in facing a dragon. She could only hope that the beast could be dispatched before it came too far south and caused irreparable harm to her kingdom. A sideways glance to her husband told her everything she needed to know. The work she had done to excite and entice him had all but vanished with the news he was given. And for good reason, something she couldn’t really be upset over. It also told her that the search for the vandals that attacked Lilac may have to be put on hold until the further north region had been settled and peace restored there. However long that might take to do. This wasn’t an acceptable outcome for the queen, and she began thinking of different correspondences she could make, using fewer soldiers, and more the political power of the crown to get the answers and justice she required for Lilac’s attack. If Alaric would focus on the north, Rosemary would focus on the foes to the south. Already a raven had been sent to the queen of Diamonds demanding explanation for the attack, and while she didn’t believe the queen of jewelry and finery to be a liar, Rose also knew that the Diamond queen would likely deny the allegations brought forth by the Queen of Clubs. This was an anticipated move, one that Rosemary believed to be coming regardless of how kind or how cruel her letter had sounded. There would be evidence
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requested amongst a letter lined with fake indignation and restraint. A ‘how dare you accuse me’ air of course would be all over the Diamond Queen’s response, which made Rosemary smile a little in anticipation of it as she pulled her chalice to her lips and took a long sip of the wine there. The evidence that was needed was sitting on her desk in her office, blissfully unaware of the important role it was becoming. She would get her answers and the justice she sought for the attack on her realm. There was no other queen as ruthless as Rosemary when she really set her mind to it; you just didn’t realize you were being burned alive by her sweet words and kind gestures until it was too late.
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When the pair of Jarls were dismissed, Rosemary nodded her thanks in silence. There was no need to address the pair directly by name or vocalize her appreciation for their dedication to her kingdom. It was clearly stated and they would be handsomely rewarded in their future endeavors for their loyalty to her and to Alaric. As such, Alaric seemed to invite them later to his war room, and she recognized that now that dinner had concluded, it would be good of them to end the evening on a better note. “An excellent idea.” Rose said softly, taking her husband’s hand and standing gracefully up from her chair. Assuming that Lilac would do the same, Rosemary would let her gaze move to Alaric’s right hand guiding Lilac from her chair to stand with them. Her mind raced for a moment, allowing those eyes to unwaveringly take in the tall ambassador before her. She was incredibly lovely, and while women had never really turned Rosemary’s head before, Lilac did have something uniquely special about her. Some kind of spice she had never heard of that intrigued and enticed the Queen. And she was eager to taste it herself. “Perhaps we can start at the stables, before it gets far too dark to see and too cold for you both to withstand.” Rosemary suggested taking her husband’s arm on his left while Lilac would naturally align herself on Alaric’s ride side opposite her. The evening was coming to an unfortunately more subdued end, one that was not quite as fun as Rosemary had anticipated it being so her plan was to give more joy to the three of them to focus on. Tomorrow would come soon enough and she knew with it would come Alaric’s need to meet with his generals and formulate a plan to fight the enemies both to the north and to the south of the Club’s border. As Lilac had expressed her desire to check on her steed, Rosemary took this as an opportunity to show just how pampered and how well taken care of all the horses in the royals stables were. Something positive to focus on ins
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tead of an impending war or a battle with giants, trolls and dragons.
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“This way we can check that Omen and Pio are resting well and comfortable, I can even introduce Lady Lilac to Specter if she would like, and then we can settle in for the evening. A proper tour can happen in the morning when the light is out and you can really see the dazzling beauty our palace has to offer. Does this plan please you my dear?” Rosemary continued, gently petting at Alaric’s arm as if she were asking for approval from him. He would know that she would not require his approval, that the gesture was simply a loving and affectionate one. Assuming that both parties would agree, as she didn’t anticipate that they would not, Rosemary walked forward led by Alaric and followed by Lilac. Back through the halls and finely decorated corridors of the palace to a side door that would lead towards the stables and private pasture that was utilized for trainings, turning out of the horses and for drills when the proper training grounds were not quite enough for the knights of Alaric and Rosemary’s military. The evening air was chilled to the bone, so before stepping outside as they would certainly need something warmer to wear, Rosemary pulled from a side room a large furred cloak for Lilac to drape over her shoulders. Despite Lilac’s height it would drape to just about her knees, enough to keep the cold at bay while they made their way towards the grand barn and stables where the horses were kept. Alaric was already wearing something furred to keep him warm enough, and Rosemary couldn’t be bothered by the cold. But Lilac who surely would not be used to it or its subtle bite on fair skin would likely welcome the additional warmth. “It would be far too inconsiderate of me to let our guest catch her death in the winter cold after all.” Rose said kindly, straightening the cloak around Lilac’s shoulders and tying it gently in the front. The red and black of the cloak did seem to match nicely against Lilac’s striking red dress, and at the very least the garment wou
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ld keep her warm until they were safely back inside. Once satisfied that Lilac was well covered, not needing to worry about her husband and his fiery nature or herself with her ice cold veins, Rosemary walked with the pair of them towards the large building just outside the palace doors.
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It had grown quite dark by now, though it was fairly hard to tell when the three of them stepped outside into the world. What would appear as icicles and stone during the day, shone brightly at night, casting an eerie iridescent glow that the Club royals used to naturally light pathways during the sometimes long winter nights. Lanterns certainly helped and were quite a bit brighter for sure, but at the very least, their path was lit by bright blues, purples and greens from the glowing crystals lining the path to the stables. Some were quite large and doused the area in a glistening wintery glow, while others were clustered together and smaller. These were especially mined from the depths of caves that the Club faction owned, and were highly prized by the kingdom of Diamonds for their rarity and pure light. The whiter the glow the more valuable the Diamond Queen desired them. Most had been mined and delivered to the kingdom of Diamonds years ago, placed and decorating the palace in dazzling glowing white light, while the other stones of different shades of blues, greens, purples and such were used elsewhere in the small townships of the Club factions or here at the palace. Rosemary paid them no mind. She had seen these glowing crystals before, and they were nothing new to her, though she did note any kind of difference in mood or intrigue on Lilac’s face. What would the ambassador think of such glowing stones? Would she care? Would she desire one for herself? It could be arranged, if she so wanted Rosemary thought, accepting the idea as they neared the stable doors. A footman and stable worker bowed low to the trio, before opening the solid dark wood doors and allowed a wave of warmth in both light and temperature to rush out to greet their wintery kissed faces.
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Inside the stables, was a long stone path, easily large enough for three draft horses to stand side by side and walk without touching. The stalls on either side were large enough for a horse to walk around and even lay if they so choose, lined with columns of marble in black and white, with dark oak doors and striking white walls. Each one cushioned with thick soft hay, and each horse blanketed with a wool coat of black and gold. Most of the horses were resting comfortably in their stalls, well fed and watered for the evening, tucked in and kept warm. As the trio walked, Rosemary smiled seeing the stall that Omen was corralled in. He wore a handsome black wool blanket, embroidered with white and gold florets and the club’s signature on his flank. In addition his name was added to the front of the stall, the stamp of the King alongside it. It would be clear to anyone passing by that this was King Alaric’s horse and no one should approach who did not have his express permission. In the stall to his right was Pio, blanketed in a similar wool wrap, with just white embroidery. A small note had been left on the fine oak sliding door that read: ”Honored Steed of the Visiting Ambassador” “You see? We promised that Pio would be well taken care of, but you are of course welcome to come visit and take him out whenever you wish during your visit. The staff here exercise the horses regularly though, so please do not feel guilty if your duties while you’re here keep you away from him.” Rosemary said softly, leaving her husband’s side briefly to the stall to Omen’s left. The striking white head of a mare came out to meet Rosemary’s hands, a gentle nicker on the horse’s lips at seeing the Queen for a visit. The same breed as Omen, this was a less common coloration. While Frieshians tended to be black or dark in color they did sometimes come in white or gray. Spectre was one such horse, beautiful and as white as the snow outside. Her hands gently stroked over the long soft f
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ace and gentle dark eyes that her personal horse had, allowing time for Lilac to be satisfied with how Pio had been cared for. Like the other horses in Alaric and Rosemary’s stables, he had been fed, watered, looked after to ensure any injuries sustained in the attack were tended to and he was dressed warmly to ensure his comfort. The royal couple found that a horse, like a person, was much more likely to be true and loyal to your command if you kept them happy and earned their trust instead of forcing fear down their throats.
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“Omen you know, as His Majesty is very fond of the stallion…” Rosemary continued, tickling at the mare’s muzzle a little as she spoke. “This is Spectre. She is my horse and one of few pure white Friesians that we have here at the stables. I hope one day to get a foal or two from her, to continue the line.” She explained, lightly gliding her fingers over the horse’s ears before the mare had had enough and decided her oats and grain were far more interesting than idle chatter. Rose just smiled at the gentle thing, moving back towards the pair she had left in order to lead them out when both were ready. “If you are satisfied…” She said gently, taking the arm of Alaric on his left once more “Then I would like to suggest a brief discussion in our private suite in the palace. I would very much like to learn more of what happened earlier today, directly from you Lady Lilac, as I am very keen to ensure that justice is carried out on your behalf. Would you be agreeable to visit our chambers this evening?” While Rosemary’s words were kind and gentle, dignified in their ask, there was a hint of something else there. A quiet suggestion that perhaps not just talk of the earlier attack on the ambassador would be discussed among the three of them. @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 20-Dec-22 10:13 PM
As the queen wraps up her teasing of the king Lilac also pulls away from her pleasure as well. Bringing herself down from the high she had been riding she noticed how stunning the queen truly was. The grace she held wasn’t just beauty, it screamed power. If anyone saw the power couple of clubs and did not fully believe from the first glance that they held power as individuals and then ten fold as a couple was either blind or a complete imbecile. As the Ambassador admired the regal couple’s power she found herself wanting to touch where her fingers had just left. Watching as the king and queen commanded respect with only their eyes was in a way erotic to the little ace. From where she came, sensuality got you farther then a powerful aura. But now in the presence of not one but two auras that absolute dripped with power, she found it highly exciting. The excitement was only farther proven as heat pooled in her core. She was slowly losing herself in thought of being under the extensive power of both the Club royals, but that ended as she felt the sexual tension break between the three. Confused by the drop in energy she straightens up and searches for what could’ve been the cause. Her eyes fall on to warriors, both from the north. They reported on the war they fought in order to keep the realm from ruin, though the words of the male weren’t what was keeping the Ambassador's attention. It was the female of the pair. The females face was shockingly familiar, somewhere along the last three years of Lilacs resistance as the Hearts ace she must’ve seen the woman. As Lilac studied the warriors' faces mostly tuning out whatever was being said about the north battles, she wondered about the woman. Though when the king spoke the ambassador was pulled from her trance. Listening to the king, Lilac made a mental note to be sure to visit the warriors’ rooms before they left for the front lines once more. |
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The king and queen have offered to take the ambassador on a tour of the castle as well as to see where her best friend is being held. Lilac was ecstatic that the club kingdom would not hold her way from making sure that the dear campaign was well cared for. It didn't pass Lilac in that she noticed how the king and queen didn’t take offense to her need to double check the housing of Pio. I need to be sure to thoroughly thank them later. She thought to herself as the feast was wrapped up. Slowly the king and queen of clubs rise to their and lilac is about to follow suit when the king reaches out his hand to help her stand. The simple gesture should’ve only been seen as respectfully but Lilac knew how to thank that king in that moment. As she placed her hand in his she slowly looked up into his eyes, daring enough to connect eyes with the King, then she held his eyes with her own. Slowly she rose to her feet, the slow flutter of Lilac’s eyelashes sent a message much more depraved than the moment should’ve been. After holding the king in her entrancing gaze she let her head blow slightly in a way to formally thank the king for his kindness. Though later in the night Lilac was sure she would be able to more thoroughly thank the king and queen both for their gracious hospitality. The Ambassador has always had ways to graciously thank her host if she felt necessary, as the king and queen walked in front with her following behind Lilac knew she would enjoy the night far better than her day. I’m sure the king and queen will feel the same after my services as well. Reveling in a plan that only she was personally privy to, the smirk that crossed her soft featured face was the only indication of her devious ideas. |
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The stroll through the stunning castle was eye opening to the minimalist beauty that inadvertently dripped with the power and strength of the clubs. The sheer fact that the castle was not minimally decorated spoke to the precision of the kingdom. There wasn’t a thread out of place or a dust speck to be seen in the grand hall ways the three waltzed through. The perfection of everything around Lilac started to weigh down on her. How would you ever fit in here? I am not perfect… I have far too many faults. What if my skills don’t compare to others here in the club kingdom? Everything drips perfection, precision and power, sure I have my looks…. But powerful is never a compliment I’ve gotten…. Would I hold to the standards? Would I fall short? I could be very disappointed here… it wouldn’t be hard. No! I don’t call myself a badass and back down from power. I haven’t become the woman I am today by shying away from power, I became the woman I am by seeing power and staring it down. I will not back down… A small smile spread across Lilac's face as she gave herself a personal rally of courage.… I will impress Queen Rosemary and King Alaric. They will never be the same after they experienced what i can do as their ace. |
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Slowly Lilac pushed the crushing weight of disappointing everyone from her mind and focused on which of the depraved ideas could be used to win the desires of the power couple beside her. As her sensual mind worked magic with ideas for the king and queen, she turned her surface attention back to the present as a warm cloak was placed onto her delicate pale shoulders. The way the queen draped the warm clothing over reminded Lilac of her grandmother. The slow precise movements, with all of Rosemary’s attention dedicated to the ambassador's warmth, caused a need to spark in Lilac. The Ambassadors green eyes took in the queens smaller form, the softness to Rosemary’s cheeks is delactly contrasted by the sharpness to her jaw. Though for many they would find this contrast in a woman terrifying, Lilac found it highly enticing. As Lilac’s eyes followed the queens jaw down to the curve of her neck, the ambassador couldn’t help herself from leaning down to the queens soft skin just above her beating vein. Softly Lilac places a slow kiss on Rosemary’s exposed neck, the kiss is slow enough to be international but soft enough to be just the brush of a feather. Lilac brings her mouth to the ear of the queen, “Thank you, your highness. The care you’ve taken to keep me warm i wish to soon return to you several times over. I wish to express to you how much I appreciate your care. I hope to bring you to paradise later. If your highness would allow me too.” Lilac’s voice drips with desire, the sensual nature of her voice makes her words unmistakeable in their intent. Opening her mouth once more to leave a slow kiss behind her ear before slowly blowing down the queens perfectly curved neck then standing back to her original height to slightly blow her head to the queen while holding her gaze with major “fuck me” eyes. |
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After the little moment with the queen that left Lilac wanting to taste more than just Rosemary's perfect skin. The path to the stables to gilded with crystals that glow the perfect amount of light the way towards the royal stables. The moment when lilac’s eyes fall upon just the entrance to the stable her heart is set at ease. She knew in that moment that her best friend was well taken care of, as well as she would need to thoroughly thank her hosts for talking her best friend in and caring for him as he should be taken care of. Then when the ambassadors sees Pio for the first time after the attack, Lilac finally lets out a sigh of relief for she knew it would ass be ok. Everything was ok. The horse recognizes Lilac immediately, neighing in need for pets from the ambassador. A giggle bubbles from her throat as Lilac runs to take her friends face in her hands. The horse seems to purr under the adoration of the ace. The love shared between the two of them is pure and able to be seen by anyone who is looking. Lilac turns her attention slightly from Pio to see the queen pet her horse, similar to Lilacs but simply in white. “Thank you both. Thank you for taking care of Pio, he is my best friend and more than likely the reason behind why the diamond kingdom has a vendetta against me. But its neither here nor there for them. They should’ve listened when i told them to take care of him. They didn't so they paid.” Lilac’s tone and nonchalant like she wasn’t talking about the day where she murdered a man and paralyzed several others. The smirk on her face is clear in that she doesn’t regret her action, in fact she reveals in the pride of knowing the person who caused Pio pain suffered as they died. There is a serious dark side to me…. Maybe i should get it looked at….. With that though she stepped away from Pio, much to his disdain, and towards where the king and queen stand.
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As she approaches them she speaks in a seductive tone, one that would possible be mistaken as a succubus. “After all this hospitality I feel as though I need to throughly thank both of you. But you see…” Lilac’s nails run softly across Rosemary’s prominent jaw line. “… words wont be enough to express how much I appreciate all that you’ve done for me.” As she stares down into the queens eyes, she runs a gentle thumb over Rosemary’s bottom lip. Lilac’s lips part slightly almost in a way to show how that wanted those lips upon her own. But a smirk crosses Lilac’s face as she remember that the lips she her thumb on weren’t that she desired to taste. Her hand slowly leaves the queen’s delectable face and turned her attention to Alaric who though was taller than the ace, Lilac was sure she could have the same impact upon the king. Her feet slowly press into the warm stable ground as she moves closer to the king. “I need to personally thank you my king for you…” Lilac reaches forward to slowly rake her nails down the king’s large chest. “…. For your majesty saved me. Was so brave…” Brave is the key word for when Lilac’s hand reaches the kings trousers. Absentmindedly the little ace plays with the tie strings that hold his pants. “… I’m sure that deserves ample gratitude. I am known for giving very sincere gratitude to those who have blessed me and cared for me.” Letting go of the kings pant ties and instead moving her hand to his face, looking up at the tall warrior king before her does something to Lilac that makes her body buzz with desire for them both. Slowly tracing the kings jaw down to his neck then down his chest once again, “I’m sure after such a hard day like we’ve all had, some pleasure sounds like a glass of cold water after a hot day, does it not?” The ambassador looks between King Alaric and his alluring wife, Queen Rosemary, hoping the two share her want for them both.
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She wants them both, she desires it with her body and soul. Both of the strong capable royals taking liberties upon the little ace’s body while she gives them as much pleasure as she can muster for the club royals have enthralled the Ace of Hearts desires entirely. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 30-Dec-22 01:03 AM
Perfection was a goal that many claimed was impossible to reach, reasoning that nothing could go perfectly according to plan. Even the treasures of the earth and sea, such as the pearls found along the coast of the Kingdom of Spades, held imperfections that made them rough to the touch. Those imperfections are what told you that they were real, rather than being formed by glass or some other material to resemble the natural thing. Imperfection was what kept the spice in life by throwing out unexpected happenings that could never have been planned for. A speck of dust on the metal of your armor could keep you hidden if a sentry was waving around a torch or lantern. A chip in a plate could give you the opportunity to get a new one, foiling a would-be assassin’s plan of giving you a meal laced with poison. Imperfections gave way to possibility, but that same possibility gave way to failure. Alaric expected perfection in nearly every aspect of his life that he himself had control over or a heavy influence over. The artwork and tapestries that hung from the walls were cleaned twice daily to ensure that nothing was amiss. No thread unravelling or piece of canvas fading from sunlight and in need of being repositioned to a less sunny place. No dirt or blood caked onto the arms and armor of his soldiers, things that would keep the proud work of his smiths from gleaming in all their glory. Their armor was not made for show, as it was first meant to be practical, but there was ornamentation added to make sure they stood out and displayed the strength and prosperity of their royal masters. The food had been checked by three separate chefs, each one verifying and communicating with the others to make sure the dishes provided were of the best quality for this event. There were sayings like ‘too many cooks in the kitchen,’ but when those cooks knew the will of their masters, there was no concern of pride getting in the way. .
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No, those cooks had seen the price that was exacted from any servants or employees under the crown that let their pride inspire their actions beyond their duty. Three years prior, Alaric had been presenting a meal to nobles from the lands and offering a toast when the chef responsible for the food had interrupted him to correct him on what a dish was. Alaric had laughed it off and continued with his toast, only to be interrupted again as the chef took it upon himself to step before the King of Clubs and detail each dish in painstaking detail. The offense would have been forgiven if the man had paused at the not-so-subtle clearing of his throat that Alaric delivered, but he went on to wave away the king’s aggravation and explain the meal with a laugh. The laugh had floated over the gathered nobles for only a moment until the man’s tongue glowed a bright orange inside of his mouth. As his laughter and breath was stolen by the inferno that flowed withing his throat, the chef looked with melting eyes at the outstretched hand of the king. Flames had danced along Alaric’s fingers until the man fell to the ground, his skin burning and crackling until his corpse was taken from the room by two servants moving hurriedly to cleanse the room of the mess. Smirking as he walked past a guard that was standing in highly polished armor, Alaric tightened his arm’s hold on Rosemary’s gently before looking down at her with a smile. His wife was fully in her element in this situation, guiding their guest through the halls of their castle and showing the power and wealth that they had accumulated for themselves and the kingdom alike. A good monarchy would not grow quicker in station than the wealth of their people, and Alaric and Rosemary would easily be described as the best monarchs the Clubs Kingdom had had for many years. There were whispers that they were ushering in the new Golden Age, but Alaric was careful to not let his pride latch onto such a notion. .
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He was proud of what he and Rosemary had achieved, there was no doubt about that. In the last decade alone, the Northern Border had been expanded well beyond even the furthest border that their kingdom had ever enjoyed. This expansion brought new lands for farming, animal husbandry, and mining, but it also brought forth new dangers and conflict. They had pushed onto the lands of the Northern Tundra, but their military was trained, prepared, and ready for the fight that would come with maintaining this border. The attacks on Gunnvaldr and Torgeir’s lands were beyond the recognized border as they fought to expand into the Northern Frontier, but even those were expected and planned for with the movement of reserve battalions to continue to feed the advances. Under Rosemary’s watchful eyes, the wealth of the kingdom had grown exponentially with a centralization of the mines and other ventures within the borders. No longer were selfish Jarls taking the wealth from their people and storing it away in vaults dedicated to their afterlife. No, Rosemary had done away with those individuals that sought their own wealth and replaced them with those that would distribute the wealth in such a way that the poorest Clubs citizen was leagues above their southern counterparts. Walking with his queen and their guest, Alaric saw the door to the courtyard approaching and smiled warmly. He was looking forward to seeing his old friend and embracing him, but he also knew that with the time and season, the air outside would be too harsh for the Ambassador of Hearts to walk out as she was. Alaric had been preparing a warming cloak of arcana for her when he felt Rosemary’s arm leave his. Pausing for a moment and tilting his head slightly in mock confusion, Alaric hummed softly and nodded when he recognized the door that his wife pulled open. Revealing the chosen cloak for Lilac, he nodded in agreement and stepped aside so that Lilac could take the cloak and put it on. .
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Alaric’s brow rose slightly when he saw Rosemary stepping forward with the cloak raised to put it around Lilac’s shoulders herself. He knew his wife to be a queen that gave back to her people in order to keep their favor and trust, but this was more than he expected from her. It would have been simple enough to leave at that when her hands had retracted after straightening the cloak, but his eyes narrowed considerably when he watched the display from Lilac. His hands closed tightly into fists as he watched the Ambassador’s lips finding his Queen’s neck, a small glow of red threatening to escape from the gaps between his fingers. He knew the woman from Hearts would be alluring and would try to exude her desire on his wife as well as himself, but a display such as this still grated at the King of Club’s patience. In a moment where he forgot that his wife’s hand had just been down his pants, Alaric found himself acutely aware of the fact he hadn’t been able to lay the first kiss on Rosemary after their fine meal. That honor had now been taken by their guest. Alaric knew the beauty that Rosemary was blessed with, a feature of his wife that he was known to worship daily behind the closed doors of their private quarters. Therefore, it was not strange to see the Ambassador so ensnared by her, but it was the move to kiss her neck once again and blow down it that threatened to turn Alaric’s kindness into a wrath. Thankfully, his patience lasted long enough and the subdued flames in his palms were able to extinguish themselves when the two women separated. Stepping past Lilac and taking Rosemary’s arm again, Alaric offered both of them a smile before crossing his right arm over his chest and taking his wife’s hand gently. She would be able to feel the swell of warmth that still coated his palm from the display of fire arcana, but he knew that her cooling touch would be able to calm him down. .
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He felt a momentary wash of guilt as he stepped through the doors to the courtyard. His nostrils instantly filled with stiffness as he breathed in the cold night air, and he knew that Lilac would not have experienced a cold like this in some time. It was only relatively cold, as he had grown up to the far north of the castle and dealt with colder temperatures, but he was not so foolish that he couldn’t admit when it was cold enough to be uncomfortable. Rosemary’s gesture had given Lilac warmth and the return must have only added to the warmth that the young woman felt within her. Sighing softly as he realized how his jealousy had reared its ugly head, Alaric allowed his eyes to dance along the ground and take in the beauty of the crystals that they walked past. His father had worked the mines where crystals like this were grown, supplying him and his family with the wealth needed to afford Alaric to buy his first rudimentary set of armor that carried him from regular citizen to a knight. Smiling as he recalled the warmth of his mother’s soups, Alaric gestured to the stable attendees to open the doors for the trio. Feeling the warmth of the stable air greeting them as they stepped across the threshold, Alaric sighed softly and smiled when the familiar scent of the hay greeted him. Watching Lilac run excitedly towards Pio, Alaric smirked and glanced down at Rosemary as they walked onto the stone path. Listening as his Queen spoke about the care that the staff took for the equines within the stables, he nodded slowly and glanced at the horses that were across from the main three in the building. Most of them were his and Rosemary’s horses, meant to be ridden to preserve Omen and Specter’s stamina before going into battle. He cared for all of the horses in the barn and would take time to ride with each of them and groom them, but Omen held his strongest bond. Omen had been his horse for a few years before he took the crown from the decapitated head of the past king.
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Seeing Rosemary’s eyes beginning to drift towards the stall that housed her white mare, Alaric smiled and shifted his hands to rest on her waist to hold her still for a moment. Lowering his head slowly, he pressed his lips against hers gingerly. His right hand shifted up to hold just beneath Rosemary’s jaw, his fingers tracing slowly beyond her ear to grace the edge of her hairline. Pulling her forward against him with his left hand on her hip, he deepened the kiss before breaking it slowly. It was clear that he never wanted to leave the embrace of her lips by how his lips returned to hers quickly, only to release once again. Sighing softly as he rested his forehead against hers, Alaric closed his eyes and smiled before speaking in a low voice, “I loved dinner, Rose, and I enjoyed the fun we were having. I regret that the efforts seemed lost with the updates, but I want you to be certain that your efforts were appreciated. I intend to pay you back tenfold.” Grinning as he lowered his lips to hers again, Alaric released his hold on her slowly before nudging her waist with his left hand. She had wanted to see Specter after all, and Alaric could hear Omen’s hooves beginning to clop against the floor of his stall in annoyance. Chuckling as he stepped forward towards the proud black horse that stood in front of him, he grinned when the stallion shook its head and threw its mane from side to side. Shaking his head and blowing air through his lips to mock the horse’s restless snorting, Alaric laughed softly when Omen paused and pulled its head back in a moment of confusion. Stepping closer and laying his hands on the proud animal’s snout, he rubbed it gently and sent his right hand up to scratch behind Omen’s ears. Seeing the horse’s intelligent eyes staring into his own, Alaric slipped his hand under his head to rub at his throat softly. A grin split his lips as the stallion tilted its head to the side, opening its neck for more rubs. .
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The movement brought Alaric’s fingers over a small scar that crossed over the base of Omen’s throat just above his chest. Easing his hand over the old wound, he glanced up at Omen and smirked when he saw the animal’s eyes staring into his, as if remembering the events that had caused them. Nodding slowly, Alaric moved to rest his forehead against the stallion’s brow while whispering softly, “Shall we?” Hearing a snort from the horse, Alaric brought his left hand up to hold just behind Omen’s ear while his right stayed on the scar. A small glow emanated from his hands as he closed his eyes and felt the cold air of the arctic north wash over him. Before him was a vast, snow-covered valley, its edges hemmed in by sheer cliffs on either side only a few hundred yards across. Feeling the warm body of Omen under his legs, Alaric eased him forward with his heels tapping the sturdy steed’s hindquarters. In full battle kit of black and gold armor, he knew that he and his companion stood out from the white valley and exuded an air of confidence that many others could not match. Riding slowly out into the valley, Alaric could hear the distant whinnies of his guards’ horses as they navigated the heavy snow to try to reach their king. He had told them that he was going to be out in the early morning to scout out the battlefield before their enemies had the chance to reach it, but it seemed they had a different idea of early. Grinning as he rode forward, Alaric saw snow mounded against one of the boulders in the valley. There had been no storm the night prior, and the snowbank had not been there the previous day when Alaric had arrived with his forces. Narrowing his eyes and drawing his sword while looking at it, he missed the movement on his left flank until Omen let out a stressed whinny. .
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Whipping his head to the left, he saw a blur of white fur streaking towards him from across the valley. The blur had a massive head with a matching jaw filled with deadly teeth, four strong limbs that ended in four claws that were each the length of a dagger, and a long tail that helped to balance the beast on the snowy and icy ground of the Northern Frontiers. Known as a sneferra, the creature held a reputation as a deadly hunter. A deadly hunter that hunted in pairs. The snowbank to his right exploded outwards as a second sneferra leapt from it and immediately galloped the short distance between them. Turning his head and raising his shield in time to catch the beast’s claw swipe, Alaric felt his body shift in Omen’s saddle before the weight of the beast continued onwards. Falling to the left and slamming to the ground with the crushing weight of the beast on his shield, he was vaguely aware of the screaming sound Omen gave as the steed was kicked backwards by the beast’s rear legs. Lifting his arm with the shield to push the animal up slightly, Alaric freed his sword which hand been pinned by his shield just in time for the sneferra to push off of him and leap away. Scrambling to his feet and glancing over at Omen, Alaric thought for a moment about trying to mount the horse. The thought was dashed from his mind when the closest sneferra wheeled around and lunged at him again. Jumping back and raising his shield to block a follow up swipe of the animal’s other claws, Alaric let out an enraged bellow before charging forwards at the beast before him. Catching yet another blow on his shield, Alaric could feel the wood beginning to give way under the continued assaults and chose this moment. Closing within the creature’s reach, Alaric jammed his shield forward and caught the sneferra as it was trying to bite him. Growling letting go of the handle of his shield, Alaric stepped to the side and brought his sword down on the back of the creature’s head. .
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Splitting its hide quickly, he heard it let out a pained screech before he reached his gauntleted left hand down and plugged his thumb deep into its eye socket. Gripping its head in an iron grasp, Alaric plunged his sword down into the side of the creature’s neck. Ripping downwards and stepping into the cut, he forced the blade through the beast’s muscular neck and tough hide before cutting its head off entirely. Roaring down at it angrily as he dropped its head, he turned in time to see the other sneferra pouncing on Omen. Clad in armor as he was, Omen would have been safe if he stayed with his head down. However, raised to be a warhorse, Omen was not going to go down without a fight. The stallion reared up on its hind legs to throw the sneferra off of him when the beast bit into his armor on his back, but the move allowed the sneferra’s hind leg to kick out and cut Omen’s throat. Releasing a primal scream as he watched his faithful steed stagger and fall to the ground, Alaric threw caution to the wind and charged the sneferra down. Swinging his sword to ward off the creature’s claw attacks, Alaric pushed the creature back and away from Omen’s body. Glancing down to see his stallion struggling to get to its feet despite the pool of steaming blood in the snow, the king turned his burning gaze on the sneferra. The animal was trying to back up and leave as it recognized this fight was not worth the effort, but Alaric would not allow that. Casting his left hand out when the sneferra turned around, he clenched his fist and brought a curtain of fire up from the ground. The flames stood twenty feet in the air and surrounded the king and his new prey. Watching the sneferra swiping at the fire to try to find a way out, Alaric sheathed his sword and pulled out a seax dagger which he held in his left hand. The sneferra turned with a growl to face the man that approached it, its eyes looking him over for a moment before lunging at him to swipe at him with its claws. .
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Dodging the attacks by stepping to the side or back quickly, Alaric narrowed his eyes and reached his right hand out towards the creature. Fire sprouted from his fingertips before forming four thick chains which attached themselves to the sneferra’s limbs with molten spikes. Closing his fist and lowering his right hand quickly, Alaric listened to the sounds of every bone in the sneferra’s limbs breaking before it collapsed to the ground and was held there by the fiery chains. Walking closer to the beast, Alaric allowed the darkened eye slits of his helmet to glow a fiery red as his eyes glowed with the intensity of his arcana. Screams of terror left the beast’s mouth until those screams were silenced by a gurgling sound as it drowned in its blood. One quick swipe across the beast’s throat would start the process, but it was not enough to give it a merciful death. Alaric’s hands moved with practiced skill as he used his dagger to slowly skin the animal alive. Sneferra hide was prized for its resilience in the cold, and he knew that Omen would need something to warm him up after the injury he had suffered. The Sneferra eventually passed from blood loss and pain, and as Alaric finished the process, he allowed the wall of flames to fall away. A solid ring of scorched earth was left, revealing the forms of his guards as they arrived and dismounted quickly. Ignoring their questions of if he was alright or wounded, Alaric sheathed his dagger and carried over to Omen to throw it onto the steed. .
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Feeling the icy cold of the northern winds leaving and being replaced with the warmth of the stable, Alaric opened his eyes and breathed out slowly, noting the fog that his breath carried with it before dissipating into the warmth of the building. Seeing Omen’s eyes growing heavy before a short yawn escaped the stallion’s lips, Alaric nodded and pressed his lips to the side of his head before stepping back to let the horse get settled to sleep. Resting his hands on the gate, he spoke in a low voice, “You are safe, rest well.” It was a practice that he engaged in with Omen after battles, taking the both of them to a past fight and letting his warhorse sleep with memories of victory and their shared trust. Turning away and walking over to Rosemary, Alaric kissed his wife’s temple before humming softly as his eyes flicked over to Lilac. Seeing her stepping away from Pio’s stall, the king smirked when he could see the obvious sexual energy carried by the younger woman. The energy was matched by Rosemary’s comments, and as he felt her arm in his, Alaric could not help the smile that spread across his lips at the thought of the three of them retiring to their bedroom. It seemed Lilac was keen to express her attraction to them once again, but Alaric would not let his anger spark as it had before. The Ambassador could touch and tease his Queen as much as she liked, but he knew that if a line was crossed, the hand would be removed quicker than a door could shut. Rosemary was not a helpless woman and could make the decision of what was too far for herself. He allowed a smirk to settle on his lips as Lilac turned her attention to him. Raising an eyebrow when her hand traveled over his chest, Alaric sighed softly and nodded when he felt the redheaded woman’s fingers playing at the tie of his trousers. If she wanted to help herself to thanking him here, she absolutely could; Alaric would make no move to stop her from expressing her gratitude. .
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Nodding slowly and grinning as he glanced down to his wife and then back up at their guest, Alaric raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Pleasure sounds like a very promising plan, but I do not think this is the best place. Let us retire to our private suite, where we can discuss the day and...the night.” Alaric would offer his right arm to Lilac, a smile gracing his lips as she accepted the gesture. With both women on his arms, the king nodded at the stable hand and waited for the stable door to open before leading them out into the cold. The walk through the courtyard and hallways was made quicker as a new energy came into Alaric’s steps, guiding both women easily through the castle. Rosemary would not need the guidance that his feet were offering, but he knew that the pace and drive would let her know that he was eager to continue what they had started at the table. He was not ignoring his responsibilities or the news from the North, but in this moment, he needed to indulge in the pleasures of life so that the fighting could hold more weight and drive in the future. The guards became more numerous as their feet carried them deeper into the keep, but soon enough the large dark oak doors of their bedroom came into view once again. Carved to show the mountainous landscape of the kingdom, Alaric paused for a moment as his eyes danced over the golden accents that decorated the door and the scene it depicted. Looking at Lilac with a smile as he expected the further artistry to be noticed, he shifted his attention to Rosemary and offered her a gentle kiss before stepping forward. His arms left theirs so that he could turn both handles and push the double doors open proudly. Before them, the room instantly lit up as the candles and fireplace in the room ignited and let a warm glow blanket the room. .
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Straight back from the door, across a hardwood floor covered in various rugs and carpets, stood the proud four poster bed of the royal pair. Large enough to sleep well over the two that would normally call upon it, the down mattress was covered in a thick red and black embroidered quilt that hung off the sides and foot of the bed. Underneath was a black silk sheet set with matching pillows that had golden clubs embroidered on them. From the canopy above the bed hung a red curtain that was embroidered in black and white patterns that were excellently crafted. The curtains were tied to the posts at the foot of the bed to display the bed to the couple when they were ready to use it, but that was not where Alaric’s feet carried him. Moving to his right as he entered the room, Alaric looked at the chaise lounge which he had been sitting on earlier in the day. Picking up the book that was sitting on it, he set it on the small circle table beside the lounge before sitting slowly against the curved portion. Reaching down and untying his boots quickly, Alaric pulled his stocking covered feet from them before setting the boots to the side of the lounge. Standing up and striding to the center of the room, he turned his back to the bed before looking at the two women he had left at the door with a smile. Holding his arms out to the side, he allowed the tips of his fingers to lazily curl as he smirked at both of them. To the left side of the room from the door there was a table with a set of four chairs around it, an obvious area that the king and queen could sit at and have a meal when they did not desire the formalities of the dining hall. On it sat a vase with flowers from the royal garden inside with a few books sitting beside it. The wall behind the table possessed a short bookshelf that had several openings that owed to the books that were scattered around the couple’s bedroom. .
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Behind Alaric and to his right was the fireplace, lit with a roaring fire that helped to warm the room and balance out the effects of the three large windows that displayed the mountains that surrounded the castle. At this time of night, the details were lost in the jagged darkness of the realm, but the upper edges of the windows showed the delightful lights that the Kingdom of Clubs was known for. Wisps of blue, green, and violet danced across the sky, painting the clouds and heavens alike. Looking to both women as he knew their night was only just beginning, Alaric stepped forward and took them both by the hand. Pulling them gently across the threshold, he could see the knights in the hallway closing the door after four stepped into the room, two of his own personal guards and two of Rosemary’s. They were there as a safety measure and by protocol, but they stood to the sides of the door without a sound. Looking between the two women, he stepped towards the red and gold chaise lounge before sitting with his back against the curve again. Putting his left leg down along the back, he pulled Rosemary into his lap as he lowered into the lounge. Wrapping his left arm around her waist to hold her against him, he pressed his lips to her temple while glancing over at Lilac. Keeping his grip on her fingers light, he smirked before speaking in a teasing tone, “Sit wherever you like Lady Lilac, and tell us about your day.” @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 30-Dec-22 03:20 PM
The stable’s heat was palpable amongst the three figures. For more reasons than just to keep the horses and them warm on the frosty evening. Each with their trusted steeds, each content in the company of one another as well. Rosemary’s lovely white mare nickered quietly in her stall when the queen had moved to greet her, only for Rosemary to be held, while Lilac was distracted with Pio, by her husband. Not that the queen minded being held so tightly by him and kissed so intimately. It sent shivers down the icey woman’s veins and a heat that only he was able to bring to her. A heat she knew all too well. She’d seen Alaric’s fire cause devastation before. It was deadly and chaotic, violent and could be unruly. The way he wielded his flames against those he deemed worthy of demise was frightening and downright horrific at times. Rosemary recalled a moment when a chef had been so blatantly disrespectful as to continue to speak over the King among other nobles and dignitaries. It had taken weeks for Rosemary to plan and organize the event. Weeks of going through messages, gathering invitations, checking the guest list and dietary restrictions, organizing travel through and throughout the kingdom and finally to approve the grocery list that this particular chef had asked for. The audacity of the man had not only boiled the blood of the King, but had certainly made hers run frigid and cold. During the entire event while the foolish man burned alive at her husband’s arcane magic, Rosemary had simply sipped upon her wine as if this was a normal and utterly forgettable event. The man did not deserve her attention, nor did he deserve her assistance to quell the fury of her husband. Her ice would not be used to assist him, and he was sent to the depths of the underworld in ash and fire in slow agony where he belonged..
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The real work began the following day, when the nobles found their tongues again to voice their concerns over the King’s violent outburst during his toast. Rosemary had been in her office, listening in silence as they came in, a large group of about twenty or so nobles, dignitaries and messengers of those who were too cowardly to face her themselves. Her back had remained ram-rod straight, a look of cold and calculating elegance in her demeanor as she waited patiently for the figures to begin to quiet. She could wait. She had the patience to withstand their complaints and concerns, the outrage at such a violent act held in what was supposed to be a celebratory feast. Alaric was her husband after all. If he was every bit the fiery King, she was certainly the calm icey Queen he required. Once finished with this squabbling and audacious distressing demands, Rosemary had simply held up her hand to silence them all at once. There was a commanding presence that Alaric had through his violence and strength. Her’s came from the quiet patience, understanding and deathly still resolve she carried. Alaric had been called a tyrant in this meeting, a cruel and heartless king, a murderer and a vile demon. None of those were actually true, but he did have a temper that normally was quelled by Rose herself. Rosemary had simply stood behind her large dark wood desk in silence, looking out over the men in front of her who backed away frightened at their queen’s unnervingly quiet stance. All she did,was remind them of why they were in their seats of power in the first place. Why the kingdom was so prosperous and why gold lined their pockets even now. The room fell silent because they all knew why, it was so glaringly obvious it might as well have been blasted into the room by the palace trumpeters themselves. It was because of Alaric. His valiant war effort and his strength and determination in battle won the kingdom from an actual tyrant. One that the nobles seemed to forget in
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this time of peace and prosperity for the Clubs kingdom. The room had fallen silent, and Rosemary posed a question to them, one they could not begin to answer. ”Please tell me then, my lords and ladies, when is an appropriate time to interrupt and correct His Majesty?” Silence followed. The answer; Never. It was this silence and revelation that the nobles realized the chef had indeed been at fault. How disgraceful of the man to think he was so above the King that he could interrupt and correct him like that. By the time they were walking out of the Queen’s office doors, they were jovial and determined to make sure the chef’s grave remained unnamed. He was a disgrace and brought dishonor to the kingdom. The king had been gracious in the punishment for him, and Rosemary smiled in appreciation at their continued loyalty.
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Knowing all this, it hadn’t surprised Rosemary to feel that intense heat begin outside when Lilac dared leave her lips upon Rose’s neck. She knew her husband to be quite possessive and determined to claim what was his whenever he saw fit. She certainly allowed him to, as he belonged to her just as much. Though to say that she was not shocked or taken aback by the ambassador’s actions would be quite the lie to try and tell. Rosemary had laid the cloak over her as a gesture of good faith, as one of welcoming her guest into her home and wanting Lilac to feel as comfortable as she could. Taking the woman under her wing as it were. Rose had never expected to receive such a response in return from the young woman of Hearts. She had stood deathly still, knowing for certain if Lilac had tried anything with her that was unsavory, not only would Alaric burn her for the mistake, but Rosemary would no doubt freeze her where she stood. On the contrary however, the gentle kiss had been sweetly received, and an unseen shiver had run through the queen’s ice filled veins. It took a lot to rattle Rose, though Lilac was having a good go at it. She had expected the woman to politely kiss at her cheek, a sign of respect and admiration, but to instead intimately kiss by her ear and neck was something entirely different. It was thrilling in a way she knew not of, having never been with a woman to feel such affections before. Despite finding Lilac to be alluring and stunningly beautiful. All these thoughts swam in her head, melting into the intense embrace that Alaric gave her, a smile on her lips when he finally pulled away and whispered low in her ear how much he loved dinner, and how he enjoyed the fun they were having under the tablecloth, how he wanted to repay her tenfold when he got the chance to. My darling, of course I know how much you enjoyed that… I was there, holding the excitement in my hand. She thought teasingly, not daring to say as much quite yet to her king. Instea
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d, only four words slipped out of her lips to delicately play in his ears. Four simple words meant to tease and tantalize him. Meant to bring him back to that state of fun that had been so rudely interrupted by the updates from the Jarls of the Northern border.
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“See that you do.” It was only then that she had made her way to Specter, finally free of her husband’s needy grasp while he tended to Omen. The mare was lovely, snow white and glossy, freshly brushed and as sweet as cotton candy sugar. Her long white mane fell gently over her face, and absentmindedly Rose brushed it aside while the mare enjoyed her oats. Keeping a schedule in her head of how long they should linger, Rosemary allowed Alaric and Lilac to visit their horses for an extended period of time, knowing the calm before the storm was necessary and the steeds deserved the love and affection of their masters. A swell of pride filled her chest, watching as Lilac made to seduce Alaric once she had suggested to retire to their bed chambers for the evening. The king seemed much calmer, far more receptive to the younger ambassador, and while the queen was delighted that she didn’t need to soothe the flames of his fury she felt a stirring cold swirl in the pit of her stomach. It was not regret or jealousy, it was more apprehension. While Rosemary was a strong woman and could certainly take care of herself, she had never dreamed or dared with the idea of adding another soul into their bed. Alaric could be rather rough with her, and a slight worry came to her mind at the idea of his roughness that she adored being too hard for the fairer Ace. I’m sure she can handle it… or at the very least I can as I am quite accustomed to the…veracity… Alaric can portray. Rosemary thought quietly to herself, looping her arm around her husband’s and walking out of the stables with the pair to finally make their way to the royal suite.
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The palace was quiet now that the banquet had ended and the nobles had retired to their designated and respective accommodations within or outside of the palace. There were some that preferred to stay on the grounds elsewhere in adjacent wings, which for Rosemary logistically speaking was fine as long as armed guards were available should the need be required. The ornate doors soon came into view down the long winding corridors and the staircase they climbed to get to the private royal suite for Rosemary and Alaric. She could already feel the warmth of the fire in the hearth inside, knowing how cozy and comfortable it would be once in. She would wait until Alaric welcomed herself and Lilac into the room, gently closing the double doors behind them after stepping in. It was a marvelous suite, warm and comforting and spacious. Far too large for just the pair of them, though they enjoyed the intimacy of the space to be together when at times they felt so drastically separated. Alaric with his knights and training, and Rosemary with her politics and dignitaries. This was their safe haven, a sacred space for the pair that they allowed none but their most trusted and respected advisors to enter. It was the one place where they could let down their hair and relax with one another and be exactly who they were that no one else got to see. And they invited Lilac to join them in this
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In silence, Rosemary slipped her heels off, and left them stacked neatly by the door. Without asking and without needing to, one of her guards picked them up and put them away in the nearby walk-in closet off to the side of the room. This was where most of Rosemary’s shoes or adornments were, and it didn’t even phase her that her staff knew exactly where they needed to go after having a long day being Queen. It took only a moment before the guard restationed themselves back at the door, stood at attention and waited as their protocol demanded of them. As if this was the most casual meeting on the planet, Rosemary easily slid between Alaric’s waiting legs, seated with her legs bent elegantly under her dress with her back leaned only slightly against him. She wanted to be able to sit up to listen, at least for now. From his angle, he could see just how far down that low back would go, hinting at the top of her backside near the bottom of the loop of it. Her black gown lay gently over her knees, and her torso twisted just enough so she could turn and face Alaric. Her hands slid up his chest and shoulders, pausing for only a moment at the base of his neck before lifting quietly to remove the crown from his head. Her body came forward and her red stained lips pressed against his in a heated embrace while she removed the royal burden he wore. It was like she could not stand the separation any further, desperately needing to taste him like he was the last meal she would ever need. Her tongue swiped at his lips playfully, wanting nothing more than to arouse him where he sat so the trio could really get into the fun of the evening that had been so diligently planned. Only once the crown lifted off his brow did Rosemary pull away to allow breath for him. It was a heavy ornamentation, and her man deserved to be comfortable. They were in their private suite. And as it was certainly true that regardless of where the crown sat, Alaric was still King, Rosemary felt there was
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no need for the ostentatious jewelry to proclaim it so. Gently, the golden crown was set upon the side table, her fingers lightly gliding over the black stones before they moved to her own brilliant tiara. She was no less a queen without it, and after just a small moment, with her back arched suggestively and her arms over her head, she gracefully lay her own crown beside his. Her long raven hair billowed in gentle waves that she softly pulled over her shoulder so that Alaric could have the view of shoulders and back all he liked. She knew he enjoyed seeing her bare skin, and she would never deny him this small piece of comfort.
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“Please, as His Majesty requested…” Rosemary began, leaning herself back a little as she turned again to face their guest. Half her neck, her shoulder and her spine all easily accessible to him while the plumpness of her ass pressed against his trousers in his lap. She certainly sat on the lounge chaise, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t sit as far into him as she could, rubbing and teasing playfully in the process of just sitting there. Her gentle golden eyes fell over Lilac, and a hand gestured for her to sit. She could sit wherever she preferred, as Alaric had said, and Rosemary would have no qualms about it. A smile pulled at her crimson lips, feeling the strength and power Alaric held as he wrapped his arm around her waist, his lips kissing at her temple and his fingers gripping her close to him. His possession of her drove her body wild, masked only by her poise to not show just how much she enjoyed his dominion over her. The only subtle revelation that she enjoyed his grasp and his tender embrace, was the soft flush that ran from one side of her face to the other, dancing over her nose in the process. Her hand softly fell over his right thigh that hung off the lounge chair, tenderly rubbing and massaging the muscle there playfully. Rosemary’s gaze never left Lilac’s, doing everything she could to remain as the graceful powerful queen she was known as in the presence of the Ace. The last thing she wanted was to give an incorrect impression to the woman. “Tell us what happened today… Regarding your attack, if there is any detail you might be able to share, please do… As I said before, I intend to rectify this injustice with a punishment befitting the crime. Unless of course it is too traumatic to recall, and you require… a little more comfort first.” The strap of her gown slid dangerously along her shoulder, but Rosemary paid it no mind. Her voice warm and suggestive, a sweetly playful smile on her lips. It slid just to the edge of her shoulder before
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halting to tease and tempt not only the man at her back but the woman that stood before them. “Unless of course… you’d prefer to first show your gratitude that you were mentioning earlier…” It was an invitation, whether into the den of wolves or into a sea of bliss was hard to say. The intensity of the royal pair was palpable and hung heavy in the air between them all. On such a cold and frigid northern night, what better way to warm yourself than by a roaring fire and a sensual embrace? @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 04-Jan-23 06:21 PM
The trio found their way together towards the keep once more, linked arms so kindly provided to the two ladies by King Alaric. The simple gestures made Lilac’s small hopeless romantic heart soar. But the logical beast within him calms her small hope by explaining to her that she is here for a good time with the king and queen, not a long time. Still, her naive heart held onto the small gesture like her life depended on it. Though no matter how hard Lilac tried to quell the small beat of her heart she couldn’t deny the warmth that the gesture. Holding onto the tall man's arm he guides the queen and Lilac through the beautifully ornate walls. The more the ambassador sees the more it surprises her. Finally, after a while of walking the halls, the trio was joined by several guards join in order to keep them safe. Though Lilac couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by the amount surrounding her and the royals. If for any reason she needed to escape it wouldn’t be without unnecessary blood, not a thought that shouldn’t be in the Ambassador's head but her life has always taught her to always be on guard and aware of any possible escape route. Though she doesn’t like that she is constantly looking for one she appreciates it when she needs it. .
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Finally getting to these very large ornate Oak doors. They have the club insignia on them. The moment the ambassador is in front of them she takes note that this is probably the king and queen's room. The room she hopes to spend a very fun and pleasure-filled night. She has multiple thoughts the king opens the door to the room for the two women beside him. Both the king and queen enter the room easily. Alaric found an easy spot on the lounge in front of a very warm and inviting fire. The room is large in comparison to the rooms back in the Hearts Kingdom. The room was large but perfectly proportioned for the furniture to fit in perfectly. As well as everything was on the color scheme of the club kingdom, but the thing that is so inviting to Lilac is that the room looks lived in. The bookcase has holes in it for the books around the room, this brings a smile to her face though it is small it brings a joyful light to her face. The warmth and homeliness of the room are enticing to just run and jump and flop on the bed. The squishy goose feathers beneath her moving to embrace the Heart’s Ambassador's body in the warmth of almost a hug. Being pulled from her daydream by the king's words informing her to sit wherever she would like to. In those moments she realizes that the queen has gone into the room and removes her shoes to be enveloped in the king's embrace. It’s the perfect picture of the romance between the king and queen of clubs. As Alaric and Rosemary embrace in a way that feels intimate and precious, something inside Lalic tells her that she shouldn’t be here standing in the doorway of the ornate oak doors. The way the love for each other emanates off of the perfect couple is intimidating for the night that could lay ahead for the ambassador, how could she hope to compare to the love that the two share? How could she even suggest being a third to the couple that rues the most elegant and fearsome kingdom in the realm? .
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Just before the ambassador of hearts made her final decision, leaning more towards her running away to leave the couple to their harmony, King Alaric speaks up and tells the Ace to sit where she pleases and that she is welcome in this intimate space. Before she could protest the Queen, takes the king's mouth in her own. In a kiss that could rival the intensity of the suns above in the heat shared between the two, the sight alone cause the little ace to break a sweat. How will I survive tonight? I don’t get a snowball's chance in hell of making it through tonight without melting into a small puddle of me. As lilac continued to watch the heat between the king and queen she felt her heat rise in her very core as she tries to rationalize how to proceed with the breathtaking man and woman before her. Finally, her legs that have felt like lead in her bones and jelly in her muscles move to carry her across the room to Alaric and Rosemary, as she’s taking her stroll around the lounge she watches Rosemary removes the king's crown. This simple motion was proof enough to the ace that the king and queen didn't need to prove their station to the ace, whether it was because she was low enough for them to not care or they were comfortable enough with her to let down their guard and not need their ostentatious crowns to proclaim their station. As she just sits there and watches the two flow together like water down a thoroughly warn path, she thinks to herself how well they fit. Fire and ice that cool and heat each other. Lilac continues to just observe the couple in silence as she finds her way towards the hearth where her knees find their way in front of her subconsciously hitting the cold wooden floor in front of the warm fire that heats her back.
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This entire time she continues to keep her silence, this action alone is very uncharacteristic of the heart's little ace. She normally can not keep her mouth shut for she’s too charismatic. It’s odd to the ace though she understands why she has been quiet. The couple is nothing sort of entrancing.
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The queen and king are cast in a warm glow from the king’s fire in the hearth behind her. As she watches the queen, Rosemary speaks to Lilac asking her to explain the moments before she arrived at the club kingdom and was ambushed by the diamond scum. Though the thought was enduring and honest as the queen promised to bring retribution for the ace, Lilac found it hard to focus on the recent attack on her when the Queen's strap has dangerously fallen off her perfect shoulder. The Ace didn't miss the fact that Rosemary made no action to fix it. If only to melt the Ace in her spot the Queen asks whether to offer appreciation now or talk about the trauma of the attack she endured. Slowly the Ace’s eyes fall to the rug below the chair of the king and queen’s lounge chair, I want to show my gratitude. But I also need to talk about the ambush. And the appreciation part will need to wait for in order for it to be as thorough as I want it to be it will take all night. Nodding to herself and taking a deep breath, Lilac raises her eyes to the steamy fire king and dangerously delicate ice queen and opens her mouth to speak. “I do believe in order for you to not only get the best but the most clear-minded explanation of the attack, appreciation will have to be afterward. Though I do look forward to appreciating the two of you thoroughly for your kind hospitality.” Lilac’s voice is level and calm yet has the same hint of seduction as back in the stables, only now it's considerably less intense. Just as her arousal is considerably less intense at the mention of her attack. She knew this conversation would be just around the corner yet she didn't know when the beast of the recent past would finally catch up to her. But the moment seems to arrive as she takes the king and queens back on a journey through her mind, using her words and another kind of transportation that isn’t created by her words alone. .
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“It happened so fast, I was ridding on Pio 'cause I don’t do well in carriages….” As lilac recalls the time from hours ago that she really hasn’t had time to process all the things that happened just a few hours ago. “I’d heard a rustle in the bushes and before any of us could react, the attackers had already spooked Pio who without meaning to threw me, and once I hit the floor my mind went black and.. and I uhm…” As Lilac is struggling to continue to recount anything of use about her attackers that would be helpful, the shadows around the room seem to respond to her distress. They begin to warp around her and pool in front of her. The shadows start to respond and show memories that the ambassador's human memory couldn’t seem to pull into words. Small little figures pop up on the floor in front of Lilac, they start to become more defined almost into small people. These figurines start to fight each other, depicting what the Ambassador can not. “I’m not able to remember much more but I think…” the scene of the battle continues to play for a second more but then it falls like a puff of black smoke being left behind. But unlike the black smoke of a burned battlefield that slowly dissipates in the wind, these shadows being too viscous and not smoke begin to form a new scene for the king and queen to see. This scene follows the Ambassador's words in the picture, “They tied me up with really abrasive rope around my wrists then tied it around my body so I couldn't lift my wrist. The rope hurt but it's fine I wasn’t focused on that. When I opened my eyes I saw a fire and smelled of cigar smoke ....” As she explains what she saw and smelled the shadows respond to show 5 figures around a fire with a pig roasting on a spit.
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“I was scared for Pio so I looked and found him also tied. But he was fine which was a small amount of reinforcement that I need to try and get up. Up until this point I had only two of my five senses, but soon my others returned. As soon as I had them back I realized that my attackers were armatures….” The shadows shift from the scene of the men surrounding the fire to show Lilac's body prone on the ground with her wrists tied behind her back with a rough rope that is also tied around her body for extra security. The shadows also depict her knees and ankles tied in the abrasive rope.
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“I think the rope they used was… was laced with something as well as being rough.” Her voice is low and soft as she explains the pain she was put through. The shadow Lilac shakes with the same emotion as the Ambassador's voice. “But after confirming that Pio was safe I tried to listen in on my assailants’ conversation. I found out that, he… that e man with the diamond insignia, but it wasn’t a royal one. It was one of the most another branch of the diamond force. Not specific to the king and queen though related. He was the one to tie me, I don’t know how I know but I do.” the shadow figure changed from a face to the diamond insignia that was on the man's chest. “I don’t know if they had stolen armor, maybe though because the armor didn't fit some as it should’ve.” Lilac struggles to continue to recall but she pushes through the struggle. “The Chancellor!” Lilac’s eyes shoot open and the shadows dissipate as if to show she isn’t in complete control of them and they hide from her sight. “The men talked about being sent by him. They spoke a foreign language after they realized I was awake. The diamond emblem man was first to see me awake, as he was coming towards me I knew that this man had a vendetta against me purely in the look in his eyes…” the shadows respond by showing the face of the man but with eyre red glow to his hallow eyes. “I didn't know if it was against me in particular or if I was a pawn in a bigger game at play.” Lilac looks down once more and the pool of shadow returns once more. “They started to laugh at me but it was evil or something. Not in victory…” a shiver runs through her body. The laughing rang in her head and softly from the shadows too. .
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“They were about to do something worse after I spoke out to them but King arrived, and they scattered. But I think I know why they ambushed me…” One last time Lilac looks up to Alaric and Rosemary as the shadows fall away, fully this time. The lilac looks up at the couple hoping they believe her. The look in her eyes is apparent to the couple that she is scared of not only the past but of their judgments as well. The only thing keeping her grounded to the earth is the cold wood below her knees and the warm fire in the hearth at her back. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 10-Jan-23 09:44 AM
Alaric’s eyes moved easily over his wife’s frame as she stood at the door, her hands moving with graceful ease to remove her heels and set them beside the door. The action was a very simple one, unremarkable when compared to other feats of human ingenuity, but Alaric found himself enraptured by it. The balance it took to remove her heels while standing would not compare to an acrobat walking across a tightrope, yet as Alaric watched Rosemary, he could not help the warmth that spread across his chest and through his very being. He was immensely proud of his wife, and in this small display, he could see the true grace and strength of the woman before him. His mind quickly drew up memories of seeing her standing on the battlements of this very castle, her rapier in hand as she leapt from over the crenellations from one merlon to the next. The day they overthrew the tyrannical predecessor to their rule, she had fought with speed and dexterity that likened her more to a cat than a person. A small smile moved over Alaric’s lips as he watched Rosemary’s guard move with practiced ease and speed to retrieve her heels and take them to her closet. One of his own guards had moved with quiet precision to retrieve his boots and put them away in his own closet. Neither guard needed to utter a word or sound during the process, so their presence was not noticed once their steel-clad bodies returned to their original positions. This precision was indicative of the training and drilling that the guards underwent to ensure that they offered the greatest protection and services to the royal pair. Selected from the highest-ranking graduates from the several military academies of the kingdom, the private guards of the monarchs were meant to be among the best and brightest minds of their age group while also exhibiting physical prowess and skill that had no equal. .
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The energy and scrutiny used to select and appoint the private guards expanded to every corner of the kingdom, as neither Alaric nor Rosemary accepted anything but the best from their subordinates or themselves. Whether that was the process of clearing the royal gardens of any weeds or transcribing the important details of an intricate political agreement, perfection, or at least the never-ending chase to achieve it, was expected from every man or woman that wore a black club insignia. As Rosemary moved closer to him and sat down on the chaise lounge, the principles of perfection were instantly satisfied as Alaric’s eyes looked over her form. Allowing his eyes to blaze a hungry path down the Queen’s lovely back, he followed the delicate line that was her spine before her flesh flared slightly to show the beginnings of her backside. However, despite how long his eyes lingered, the fabric would not budge to show him more of what he desired to see and touch. Even as his eyes were denied their access, his memory would not fail to deliver the image of his prize to him. Closing his eyes for only a moment to revel in the living tenet of excellence and perfection that was pressed lightly against him, Alaric moved his hand with excellent practiced memory to touch where he desired. Trailing his fingers lightly over the exposed surface of her lower back, he dipped his fingertips into the trail of her spine before sliding his touch slowly up her back to her shoulder blades. Alaric’s hand moved gently back down Rosemary’s back, ending at the subtle swell of her hips before continuing across her form to rest on her outer hip. There was an addictive quality to the woman in his lap, one that he found himself immensely ensnared by, and Alaric made no attempt to resist the effects of having her so close to him. Watching her torso twist slightly as she shifted to face him, he felt a low moan creep up from his chest to follow the path of her hands trailing up his torso. .
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Issuing a soft, needy grunt when he felt her hands on the base of his thick neck, Alaric leaned forward to meet Rosemary as she pressed her body against his. Taking her lips in a passionate embrace, he shifted his right hand forward slowly to hold his queen’s closest thigh. Pushing his hand slowly across the fabric of her dress to take hold of the outside of her furthest thigh, Alaric pulled her against him more as he pressed into the kiss and touch of her body. Letting his tongue meet hers on the surface of their lips, he moved his into her mouth for a quick taste before he felt the crown lifted from his head. Groaning softly as she pulled back with the crown in her hands, Alaric breathed in slowly and watched her move the signal of power to the side table. A small smirk played over his lips as he looked down at the circle of precious metals and gemstones radiating with arcana reserves. There were those that treated such an item as needing to always be placed on a velvet covered pedestal, yet his own was now sitting on top of a book about a young farmer learning the powers of a sword he found in his grandfather’s barn. There was undoubtedly some truth to the near-superstitious reverence offered to the jeweled circlet, and as he felt the weight, both figurative and literal, of the crown lifted from him, Alaric could not help but release a more relaxed breath. The exhale came out slowly but seemed to come from a depth within his broad chest that hinted at the fact that he had been holding his breath the entire time he was wearing it. Shifting his gaze to Rosemary as she lifted the crown off of her head, Alaric felt his breath stolen from him yet again as he looked at the majesty that was the woman before him. The arch in her back that resembled the position she took when her orgasmic release found her brought his lip between his teeth, which he bit fiercely before letting a soft moan leave his throat. .
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His eyes followed the movements of her raven black hair as Rosemary pulled it over her shoulder, offering him the view of her bare shoulders and back that he so desired and enjoyed. Stroking his right hand over her thighs possessively so that he could feel as much as the dress would allow, Alaric drew his eyes over her back before leaning forward to gently place his lips over her exposed shoulder blade. Kissing and drawing his lips over her flesh, he moved slowly up to the back of her neck where his tongue could dip out and travel up the side of her neck. Pressing his lips against her covered ear and breathing in slowly through his nose to take in the clean scent of her hair, Alaric allowed a deep moan to roll through his throat before his words came in a deep rumble, “I am the luckiest man alive, Rosemary.” He knew they were not alone, despite the fact that they were in their private quarters, so Alaric shifted his left hand to hold Rosemary’s waist before retracting his right hand slightly. Resting it on her closest thigh and with his fingers wrapping around the curve of the muscle there, Alaric shifted his attention to Lilac as she looked at the room and then back to them. Pressing his lips to Rosemary’s temple and holding there as an attempted final embrace, Alaric felt his attention drawn away from their guest when his wife’s ass shifted in its press against him. A low moan rolled through him as he felt his manhood reacting steadily to the contact, swelling and hardening as it reached down his left thigh again. It throbbed for more of the contact that it had received at the dinner table, begging to feel Rosemary’s masterful fingers around it again. Instead, it received the pleasure of pressing firmly against her rear and lower back as he shifted his left leg slightly to make room in his trousers for his arousal to grow. .
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Seeing the light flush traveling across Rosemary’s cheeks only fueled Alaric’s desire and need for more. A quick inhale served to try to calm the king as his queen’s hand found its way to his thigh, but it failed in its attempt when her hand moved to start rubbing and massaging at the firm muscles of his limb. Alaric was interested in hearing what Lilac had to relay about her attack, but as he allowed himself to sink into enjoying the touches to his leg, his attention swam further and further away from where it should have been. He relaxed his leg under her touch, picking up his foot and then kicking it out a little bit further than it had been originally settled. He very rarely allowed himself the opportunity to relax and hold no tension in his being, but when he was in a private place with Rosemary, he knew he was safe and could let down the walls that he kept up as King Alaric. Here, in their room, he could shed that noble demand and just become Alaric, the young man who had made his name fighting on the frontiers with no other responsibilities. Lifting his hand from her waist, he traced his fingers slowly up the gentle muscles on Rosemary’s back until his fingertips found the strap. Smirking as he glanced over at Lilac, he made a small move to correct the strap before letting it settle back where it had fallen to. Rubbing his fingertips under the fabric to feel her flesh more closely, Alaric lowered his lips to kiss Rosemary’s bare shoulder. Holding there as he pulled his hand slowly back down her back to settle at the base of her spine, he slid his fingers in under the fabric and held to Rosemary’s hip directly under her dress. Turning his gaze in Lilac’s direction as his wife asked her to detail the events of the day or choose to relax in their sexual attention, Alaric narrowed his eyes and lifted his head slowly when he saw the younger woman drop to her knees at the hearth. .
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The couple had not even demanded she situate herself in such a way when they greeted her as the King and Queen of Clubs, so to see her like this now in a private, casual area was concerning. It did not fit the personality he had seen exhibited by the Ambassador on her last visit nor so far in this one. Glancing towards Rosemary and then to their guards quickly for reassurance that he wasn’t the only one seeing the change, Alaric shifted his gaze back to Lilac and offered her a smile when she mentioned the appreciation being thorough. Nodding slowly, he leaned forward and spoke with a grin before settling back against the lounge, “We look forward to being appreciated and showing more of our hospitality, but yes, let’s discuss the other business while it is fresh on your mind.” With his back against the lounge and his right hand resting gently on Rosemary’s lap, he turned his hand up so that his palm was available to her to hold while they listened to Lilac’s retelling. Listening as Lilac began speaking of the events on the road, Alaric caught sight of the shadows that were moving around the younger woman and forming themselves as little images that pantomimed what the Ambassador was saying. He had seen a similar usage of shadow magic before when a child and sitting around campfires, but he was not expecting to see something displayed so openly here in his bedroom. Alaric shifted his gaze to the guards by the door and shook his head only a fraction before looking back at Lilac, letting them know that they could stand down and there was no threat here. Glancing from the magic forming and playing out to the woman’s face, he narrowed his eyes when he saw that there was a disconnect at times. It seemed that when she spoke more and became articulate, the figures went dormant or started to dissipate altogether. However, when she was lost in the memories and unable to get her words out, the shadow figures stepped in and continued to communicate. .
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Hearing about the men that tied the rope around the young Ace, Alarice released a hiss of air softly as he recognized the description of the rope that had been used. It was rope that he himself had used on occasions when fighting against magic users that needed to be captured and questioned. Some variants were laced with iron or other precious metals that, when in contact with an arcana medium, diverted the flow of mana so that there could not be any access to the gifts. He had had to wear gloves of thick leather when handling the rope so as to not have the effects rub off on him, but he knew the pain and damage that such ropes could cause if left on the captured individual for too long. Glancing over her exposed flesh that had been touched by the rope, Alaric felt some relief in the fact that there hadn’t been any scarring or other permanent reminders that he could see. When the diamond emblem floated in the air before the Ambassador, Alaric nodded slowly as he had already seen such an image on the dead body that he had cut the flesh from. The symbol belonged to the Diamond Noble Eckbert. He was a man that had his eyes always looking northward, and with Alaric repositioning the southern border of the Clubs Kingdom, Eckbert had lost some of the land that the weak monarch had let him capture. There had been demands of reparations to help the Diamond noble to deal with the loss of income, but Alaric had spat at the idea and promised payment in blood if the issues were pushed any longer. He would have been willing to offer payment in gold if the land had originally been Diamonds territory, but as he had just finished waging a war to gain back the land for the rightful Clubs owners, he was not about to turn around and offer an apology to the people that had taken advantage of his people. .
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Alaric had dispatched the infantry company that was moving to secure the border to search amongst the dead and find any information, but when Lilac mentioned the Chancellor, he glanced up from the emblem to look her in the eyes. That was quite the accusation to settle on, and he could not in good faith pursue any action based on that. Sending word to the Diamonds Royals to demand an explanation was one thing but turning that demand into a true accusation of guilt would require more proof than he currently had. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he released a slow exhale as he listened to the final statements about a bigger game or Lilac knowing why she was ambushed. Clearing his throat smoothly, Alaric lifted his hand from Rosemary’s lap to point it at the Ambassador. Motioning up with his hand as if summoning her up from the ground, he began in a deep voice, “First off, get off the floor. You are not an animal or servant here Lilac. You are a respected guest, and I do not want you to feel you need to stay on the floor.” Breathing out deeply as he looked into the fire behind her, Alaric sucked on his teeth quickly before turning his attention back to Lilac. Offering a small smile, he continued, “I saw the tattoos that some of the men bore on their flesh, and I know they belong to the livery of a Diamonds noble that goes by the name of Eckbert. He lords over the northern reaches of that kingdom, and his eyes have always been on our land. He wants to get in on the mining business and the riches that come with it, but to do that, he will have to take over the mines he wishes to use. I’m not surprised to see his inclusion in an attack on my Kingdom, but I do not know why he would attack a peaceful emissary.” .
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Sighing softly before continuing, Alaric’s smile dropped slightly as his eyes hardened, “Tell me, why do you think they would attack you? Why would an Ambassador of Hearts warrant enough trouble to attack an entirely separate nation? You see, I think it might have something to do with what you hinted at in the stables and before. Some issue you have with the Kingdom of Diamonds.” Lowering his hand in a fist onto Rosemary’s gently, he slowly allowed his fingers to open as his words came out, “Whatever this issue is, you need to settle it before any true offer of employment as our Ace can be brought forth. They will be handled for having the audacity to launch an attack against my guest, my men, and my borders. But I will not bring my people into a war over some squabbling between the Kingdoms of Hearts and Diamonds.” Closing his mouth into a tight line as he let his eyes focus on Lilac’s own for a few moments to show how deadly serious he was, Alaric nodded slowly before allowing the corners of his lips to rise again. Kissing Rosemary’s shoulder and inhaling through his nose to take in her delectable scent, Alaric hummed softly as he let the heat of his increasing anger dissipate through his lips into the icy blood of his wife. He lifted his head and glanced at Lilac before speaking with a grin, “If all of this is settled or can be pushed back, I think it is due time that we move to some more fun activities, don’t you agree. You’ve been looking at my Queen all night. Come over and sit beside her.” @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 11-Jan-23 06:50 PM
”I am the luckiest man alive, Rosemary.” “Luck has nothing to do with it, my love. You are deserving of the world and I am just giving as much of it as I can to you. Because I desire to.” Rosemary murmured sweetly to his words, her skin bristling at the sound of the soft moans he made against her neck and back, the gentle rumble that sent goosebumps fluttering over her surface, and made her heart flutter in need of more of his affections. Her words were soft and quiet, just enough for Alaric to hear while he held himself close to her ear. The most noise that the woman would make was a gentle moan laced sigh at his kisses or at the gentle embraces he made. Her body tingled with each movement he made, until finally he seemed to settle his hand against the skin of her hip, dipped within the low back of her dress. From there he could feel the lace of her undergarments and Rose wondered what he would make of them once the fabric cover of her had been removed. The thought made a playful smile pull at her lips in anticipation. Even with company in their midst, it was near impossible for the King and Queen to keep their hands to themselves as they proved here and at dinner earlier that evening. Though now at least, they would be open for Lilac to join in on their dance. While the raven haired woman remained graceful and poised, unwavering while sitting in the lap of her husband and watching the ambassador with intense and caring golden eyes, she was all together a blizzard within her mind. Every word Lilac said she took into her core and dissected the story told. Her eyes would only shift away from the young Ace momentarily when she felt Alaric’s pleasantries upon her neck or along her back. She had given him that access for a reason; He was entitled to her body of course but she knew it would help him to relax. To shed that stern demeanor he held and the regal aura that haunted his very being. As Lilac continued in her story, Rosemary would gently adjust, rubbing
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here and lightly pressing there to pull his attention to her body and to what it was begging of him. Even clothed, Rosemary knew the minimal amount of effort she gave to entrance him was enough to drive him mad. The smallest touch in the right place would send chills up and down his spine in a way that his fire delighted in. Rosemary’s gaze was transfixed, her attention split in two. At pleasing the man at her back and listening to the troubles of their honored guest. It was a good thing she could multitask and was a master at it.
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The first thing that had bothered Rosemary, was where Lilac had situated herself. The queen wasn’t going to dissuade her from sitting in a chair, stool, the bed or even on the lounge with herself and Alaric, but she hadn’t expected the young Ace to kneel on the floor. Rose immediately did an assessment check; she had indicated to sit anywhere, was this where Lilac wanted to sit? Or was this where she thought she was expected to sit? A quick glance back to her husband confirmed what she didn’t need confirmation of. Alaric had noticed too, and he didn’t seem to like her choice in seating either. However, Rosemary was not going to interrupt Lilac while she told her tale. If the Ace felt comfortable there, she wouldn’t move her. Rosemary would insist that she come off the floor afterward. She was no servant or slave. To Rosemary and she knew Alaric would agree, the Ace held an important position in the palace and region they came from. To have Lilac prostrating herself concerned the raven haired queen greatly. Just exactly what has she been subjected to in the Hearts palace?
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Lilac continued, telling of the men and anything that she could remember of her harrowing kidnapping and ambush on her way to the Clubs palace. It was far more horrific than Rosemary could have imagined. Her emotions were cold, frozen in place as rapt attention to the young woman as she told her tale, but inside Rosemary was thankful that fire was not her specialty. Her body felt frigid, the ice in her veins rushing through as if desperate to freeze those responsible for the audacity of the act. To the Ace and to her King, she was quietly listening, calm and elegant sitting there in polite silence. She barely flinched when the shadows around Lilac began to pantomime her story, dancing and forming the memories she could not recall or say. Interesting… She thought, her gaze turning to Alaric for his reaction to such a magical event. As she expected, he had ensured that the steadfast guards knew such an event was not a threat to himself or to his queen. As a confirmation of that, the slightest of nods and a quiet gaze was all she gave to them as well. It was clear they were fine, and were unfazed by this magic, and while the guards had begun to reach for the swords at their hilts to defend the royal couple, they quickly stood down. Excellent form and silently stoic after receiving their silent orders from his and her majesties. This silent communication was vital, and a required trait for the staff in the palace that worked so closely with Alaric and Rosemary. It gave the illusion that the knights and guards were nearly psychic and allowed everyone to synchronize together so confusion and mistakes were few and far between. In its most basic sense, the loyalty and training that they went through helped the knights and guards to protect and follow directions with little prompting from the King or Queen. This allowed the palace to run as smoothly as it did, and Rosemary couldn’t have been more thankful for the level of trust her men and women gave to both herself and
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to Alaric.
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Rosemary’s hand continued its massage over Alaric’s thigh, gracefully sliding up and down it every so often and tickling at the feeling of his throbbing manhood that begged for attention like at dinner. A spoiled thing, pleading always for affection and never seeming to be satisfied. Soon my love, soon Rosemary thought to herself, letting her fingers glide over the length of him a moment before the description of the rope made her pause. She couldn’t help feeling him press and plead at her rear so the thought to continue to tease him even after allowing his member space for growth and movement was appealing to her even still. However, the mention of this rope had her hand move away. This was serious, and play would have to wait it seemed. A chill ran up the icy woman’s spine and she glanced at her husband again, hearing the hiss of air he made and recognizing he too understood what kind of rope Lilac had mentioned. She had had contact before with a rope like that, years ago but not long before Alaric would become the new king. The painful memory of being locked away, forced away from court where she had always been at the time as a lower noble’s daughter, and subjected to being bound by those same ropes, or ones similar to them. It had been the court’s attempt to force her hand, to force her to become queen with the previous king who was old, sickly and undeserving of Rosemary’s attention. She had hardly known Alaric at the time, only despising him up until then when he had been the one to burst in and was the savior she had prayed for. It took a long time for the burns on her wrists to heal as well as her magic to recover from the ordeal, and she was thankful of the mages and their ointments that sped the process up. Now the marks of that horrible day were just a distant memory. She didn’t even know if Alaric remembered, and Rose wasn’t about to remind him anytime soon. It wasn’t a memory she cared to relive.
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Her jog down memory lane almost made her miss the sigil that floated in black and hung like a dark cloud in the air. Rosemary merely nodded in agreement when Alaric mentioned how the men that bore such a mark belonged to the livery of the Diamonds noble Eckbert. It made sense, considering the standing or lack thereof he had within the nobility. Rosemary kept updated records of all the nobles in the realm, not just of the region of Clubs. While not as detailed for the other kingdoms, she made sure she knew who was who and what influence or power they held before addressing any of them. Eckbert was a greedy little man, wanting more riches and power than he deserved and it didn’t surprise her that he would stoop so low as to try and take it wherever possible. Though Rosemary had to admit, she didn’t know why a peaceful entourage was the subject of his attack. There was seriousness in Alaric’s voice and Rosemary was unnecessary to add to it. Instead when she felt his fist lay on her lap, she quietly held his hand. Hers was smaller and more nimble, delicate and she allowed her fingertips to caress his palm and fingers absentmindedly as she listened. There was no chill she gave him, just a gently rubbing of the hand in her lap. Her nails trailed over the veins that flowed under the skin back and forth as if the tip of her fingers were painting them on themselves.
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“Yes. I have already sent demands to the Queen Diamonds to get to the bottom of this. I expect a response within the following few days. Depending on her response, we can make our necessary counter moves to them.” It was a simple statement, Rosemary was already playing chess with the Queen of Diamonds, knowing full well she held all the pieces on her side of the board and only needed a few misplaced ones from the opposing side to finalize her political attack. Whether the Chancellor or Eckbert were the ones responsible, there would be nowhere to hide from the Queen of Clubs influence. Thankfully this was the end of the conversation, the end of such seriousness and heartache for the trio. Fun had been requested and Rosemary was bubbling inside with delight. She had been patient, waiting and silently waiting for what seemed like an age for the conversation to turn and for the enjoyment of why their guest was there in the first place. It’s about time Quietly, Rosemary leaned forward on the chaise her backside lifting and rubbing against Alaric’s pants as she moved. Her hand reached out and gently took Lilac’s in her own. Her thumb softly caressed the back of the young woman’s hand as Rosemary led her off the floor and directed her to sit on the lounge beside her. Once seated and settled, her left hand holding Lilac’s, her right softly reached up to brush a lock of hair out of the young Ace’s beautiful face. It was an excuse for Rosemary to keep her hand against the woman’s fair cheek, a playful smile on those crimson lips.
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“If I may…” She said softly, those bright gold eyes gleaming with the dancing firelight in the hearth. “I believe I owe something to you that you so generously bestowed to me.” Rosemary’s hand quietly shifted so that her thumb held the top of Lilac’s chin, her index and middle finger curled underneath it. Firm but gentle, Rose pulled the woman close so that her lips dusted against the queen’s own scarlet ones. Her golden eyes were piercing, playful and suggestive and this close Rosemary could see just how strikingly beautiful Lilac was. Perfection, if she ever saw it before.
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“Allow me the honor of returning the favor to you…” Rose whispered, her lips just barely out of reach of Lilac’s as she spoke. Without waiting for confirmation or approval from Lilac, Rosemary pulled just a little more and let her lips connect with the Ace’s. Despite being an ice queen, her lips were warm and soft to the touch, and she held the Ace by the chin to intimately reward her for her bravery and willingness to be there with the pair of them. Rosemary had never kissed a woman before, though she imagined it would be the same as kissing anyone else, her tongue quietly swiping against Lilac’s to deepen the embrace of their lips. All the while she would not leave her husband out of the fun. Her left hand found the length of him again and gently squeezed against his girth. A reminder of the previous fun they’d had at dinner and a promise for more. While her right held the woman in front of her close, her left would play at the man at her back, sandwiched between the two and working on them both. Lilac’s kiss was a treat, something Rose had never had, and while she wanted to continue to enjoy the delightful sensation, she wouldn’t suffocate the woman. Her lips slowly pulled back, her body along with it to tease the Ace and rub against the King in the process. Rosemary gave a quiet sigh, an exhale suggesting additional sounds could be drawn from her if given the right motivation, and as she looked up at the Ace and glanced over her shoulder at her husband, that soft pink flush brightened over her cheeks and nose. Tonight would be fun indeed. @_ivette
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Ambassador Lilac BOT 31-Jan-23 08:46 PM
Lilac felt her knees start to feel the familiar sensation of a cold wooden floor plague her joints as it always has when she is always felt when she has been placed in this position every day in private with the kingdom of hearts. Though there is surprise in how Alaric asked her to stand, she hesitates but quickly stands in a hurried fashion. She rights herself by standing and brushing off her dress. Lalixs mind wonders what she has done wrong for Alaric to ask her to stand and not to stay where she has always told she belonged. This confusion for the ace is plainly shown on her face. Even though her face is shadowed by the hearth burning at her back, her emotion is seen fully on her face. As she listens to the king and watches his eyes harden, she opens her mouth to utter a word of concern but the thought is quickly stifled by the fear of something that has upset the king before her. There’s a shiver that travels down her spine as he speaks of how they may pull back their offer to take her as their ace due to the circumstances with the diamonds. There’s a strange hollowness in her chest that she didn't expect, the thought of loosing this opportunity of a new job. No that wasn’t it. Maybe something new…. An escape. She slowly realizes that her decision to give just revenge to her best friends attackers could take away her single opportunity to escape the selection and the ace of hearts role.
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Thought the feeling of fear and guilt seems to fall away as Alaric invites the small ace to sit with him and his queen. The allure of the opportunity brings the ace toward the couple as well as Rosemary hand embracing her own in a tender yet firm pull. Lilac sits down on the plush lounge and she feels a zing of electricity through her body when the queen gets so close to her face. The proximity causing a buzz to settle between her legs in a pool of warmth, cause Lilac’s tongue to dart between her lips to wet her bottom lip. Only to watch as Rosemary's stunning face brought so close to her own that they breathe the same air. Then to feel her wry hair strand brushed behind her ear, this small action steals all of my breath away. If that weren’t enough to make my heart pound faster in my chest till it grew to the speed of the fastest horses, Rosemary’s smile alone would’ve made the strongest of all warriors to their knees at the goddess before her. The closeness allows Lilac to smell the sweet alluring smell of the woman before Rosemary closes the small amount of space between them stealing not only Lilac's last amount of breath but she swears her heart stops for a split second. The kisses soft lips invite more pleasure than ever imagined, the ambassador couldn’t help but return the kiss immediately to feel more of the queens pillow soft lips. Besides the icy power of the woman before her, Rosemary is comfortably warm. That heat spreads even farther across her body when Rosemary traces her tongue across the aces lips. Just when Lilac feels as though her breath will never return for her body doesn’t want to breath and ruin the moment that is beyond perfect, Rosemary pulls back. Air rushes into her starved lungs, air rushes in heavy pants to fill her lungs.
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Lilac had been so wrapped up in the proximity of the queen she forget to notice her hand on her chin. In a way it was in a way dominate which sent butterflies to her stomach but it was also soft like a warm embrace. Lilac could only feel to return the favor, as the queen turns her head to look back at her husband, Lilac takes the opportunity to wrap her own hand the nape of the lovely rosemary to bestow a kiss upon her neck. Only to lead up to Rosemary’s ear, in which she speaks in a low yet seductive voice. “My Queen will you allow me the pleasure of pleasing you between your legs? Allow me to sing your praises as you sing songs of pleasure. Let your body be worshiped by a devoted woman who wishes to only give you the pleasure you deserve.” A soft and slow kiss is placed behind the queens ear. “One more thing beautiful, id say we are wearing far to many clothes. May I help with the endeavor of removing the fine layers that cover your glorious body, befit of a goddess i have no doubt?” Lilac slowly ran her soft fingers down the Queens soft neck to feel her pulse beneath Her fingers. @Himbo Tie
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King Alaric BOT 13-Feb-23 09:40 PM
Alaric’s gaze follows Lilac as she moved up from the floor, only to be beckoned forward by his beautiful wife’s hand finding the ambassador’s. Grinning and lowering his lips back down to Rosemary’s shoulder, he closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the softness of her flesh under his touch. He was aware of how their guest had been eyeing Rosemary since the moment she stepped into the room, so Alaric knew that it was very likely that she would direct her immediate attention to the queen. He would just have to make sure that his wife did not forget who it was that was sitting behind her, his girth pressing through his breeches and into her rear. Alaric moved his lips slowly over the exposed flesh before him, noticing how Rosemary’s body shifted slightly to make her advances on Lilac easier to carry out. He could not argue with her intentions, as the movements had also given him greater access to the flesh uncovered by her dress’s low back. Kissing over his wife’s shoulder blades slowly to find her spine, he continued upwards in a slow pattern of open-mouthed kisses towards the back of her neck. Alaric’s slow motions allowed any of Rosemary’s hair that had fallen to be brushed out of the way with his nose so that she could only feel the careful attention of his lips on her. Finding the back of her neck and kissing at the gentle hairline there, Alaric felt Rosemary leaning forward so that she could kiss Lilac. Baring his teeth for a moment to place a gentle bite over the back of her neck, he allowed his teeth to pull away from his wife and leave a gentle red mark before looking over her shoulder slowly. Kissing to the side of her neck and offering a soft moan as he watched the two beautiful women before him kiss, Alaric brought his lips back to the side of Rosemary’s neck. Kissing down to her left shoulder slowly, he bit the flesh their enough to leave dark red indentions. Only when he felt her hand snaking back to caress his length did he let up on the
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pressure of his bite. .
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Moaning softly and letting his eyes fall closed for a moment as he enjoyed the attention along his manhood, Alaric returned his lips to the back of Rosemary’s shoulder. Kissing down along her shoulder blade to find the bottom curve, he bit gently at the curve closest to her spine before he felt Rosemary’s balance beginning to change. Rolling his hips forward to press his length more hungrily against her hand and soon her rear as she leaned back against him, Alaric brought his lips up her right shoulder blade in time with her movements. Ending with his lips on the right side of her neck, he bared his teeth once again and bit down hard on her before sucking fiercely on the flesh there. He would make sure that his wife did not forget he was there, no matter the attentiveness of the extremely attractive ambassador. Feeling Rosemary shifting in his grasp again, he smirked and released his hold on her neck, leaving deep indentions from his marking teeth and a dark hickey in place over them. Looking into her eyes with a playful glint in his own, Alaric raised an eyebrow as if to ask her what she was expecting. Immediately, his lips broke into a grin much like the smile she had seen on his lips in their youth before being named the ruling couple. The blush across Rosemary’s cheeks and nose drew a throb not only to Alaric’s manhood pressed against her rear but also to his heart. Every moment he got to gaze upon the beautiful raven-haired woman before him, he remembered how in love with her he was and found something new to love. The way she looked over her shoulder reminded him of someone caught playing with something that they had been told to wait to touch. The innocence of not wanting to get in trouble was hinted at in her eyes as he looked over her, but he knew in his gut that the true excitement for his wife was the attention she would be receiving very soon. .
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Meeting her lips with his own, Alaric was aware of Lilac’s movements forward and brought his own left hand up to meet Rosemary’s cheek that faced the other woman. Threading his thumb and index finger into her hair at her temple, he allowed his other fingers to trace gently over her cheek. There would be room for Lilac’s kisses and whispers to excite his wife and bring her further ideas of where they would be going. Working his lips over Rosemary’s affectionately and slowly pushing his tongue into her mouth, Alaric closed his eyes for a moment before glancing over to see the ambassador moving closer. He was close enough to hear her whispers of promised pleasure, and could not help the throb that met his manhood once again at the thought of seeing the two of them all over each other, with him in the mix as well. He felt the power in the back of his neck to command Lilac’s movements as he deemed them necessary, but for now, he would let the younger woman’s intuition guide her. Bringing his eyes to Rosemary’s golden hues, Alaric smirked in the kiss before biting her lower lip and pulling back a little. Holding firm to his hold with a soft growl of future excitement to come, Alaric released before leaning forward again. Running his tongue over the bruised portion of Rosemary’s lip from the bite, he turned his gaze to Lilac and raised his right hand. Alaric moved his hand to take hold of her face and jaw gently, his thumb under her chin and his fingers extending over her cheek toward her hair and ear. Pulling her forward with a playful snarl, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate embrace. He ran his tongue along her lower lip with the force to part them before his tongue pushed into her mouth and trailed over her own. Enjoying the flavors of the ambassador’s mouth with a deep moan, Alaric pulled back slowly to bring his lips back to Rosemary’s in an equally as passionate kiss. .
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Pulling back with a deep growl, he shook his head with a grin plastered across his lips as he looked to both women. Glancing to the ground beside the lounge chair, Alaric nodded towards Lilac before speaking quickly, “Stand up and get undressed, then get back on the lounge, between my queen’s legs once she is undressed. Feel free to touch yourself and put on a show of how badly you want the both of us to defile your body.” Waiting for the ambassador in question to move, Alaric brought his hands down to hold Rosemary’s breasts over the fabric of her dress. Moaning deeply and placing his lips over the hickey on her neck, he kissed slowly up to her ear before speaking in a deep voice that he knew would carry enough for both women to hear him, “You are dressed in too much clothing. You have hidden your gorgeous body from me for far too long tonight; it is time we rectify that.” Bringing his hands down to her hips quickly, Alaric gripped and lifted Rosemary easily so that she was standing on the lounge with her feet carefully between his legs. Lowering his hands slowly along her thighs, he leaned forward to kiss her rear through the fabric of her dress before his hands reached her bare calves. He drew his fingers gently and slowly up her bare flesh, causing the dress to cascade over his forearms before his hands finally reached her thighs and the supple curve of her rear. Palming both of her perfect globes hungrily, he spread them under the fabric slowly before creeping his hands around to the fronts of her thighs. Alaric could soon feel the warmth of Rosemary’s core and the subtle slickness that had begun to glide down from her already damp panties. Digging his fingers into her flesh hungrily as he pulled her back down to sitting between his legs, Alaric kissed her passionately as his hands continued to pull her dress up her torso. .
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Separating his lips from hers was incredibly difficult, but Alaric knew it had to be done in order get the night fully going. Tossing the dress over the back of the lounge, he glanced to Lilac and shook his head with a grin, signaling that she had to wait. If only for a moment or so longer, he demanded sole access to Rosemary’s body. Alaric brought his hands back to his wife’s breasts, squeezing them directly now and moaning deeply as his lips found hers yet again. Peeking over at Lilac as he assumed her willpower would be fading, he grinned against Rosemary’s lips and drew his fingers gently down from her breasts over the gentle tone lines of her abdomen. She was not as athletic as their knights, but his queen had not found her place on the throne by being a lazy aristocrat. Trailing his fingers slowly, he pulled his lips back so that he could hear the soft sounds that she would make. His hands found her thighs after their gentle travels and slowly spread over top of them. Squeezing hungrily, he worked his hands to the backs of her thighs and lifted slowly with her back pressed against his chest. Alaric pressed forwards up onto his knees, his lips finding Rosemary’s again before he set her down gently on the cushion again. She was now in a position that would give him room to kneel on the lounge over her head while Lilac would have room for her chest on the lounge to lean up between her legs. Grinning as he released the kiss, Alaric stood slowly and shook his head at Rosemary, a silent command for his queen to stay where she was. Grabbing a pillow and tossing it onto the ground where he imagined Lilac would kneel, Alaric glanced over to Lilac and walked over slowly. Her nude form drew his gaze and he appreciated the view for several moments before stepping close enough to stand against her and tower over her. Looking down at her and breathing in slowly, he brought his left hand up and took a handful of her radiant red hair. .
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Pulling her head back to make her lips available, Alaric pressed his lips passionately against Lilacs as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth again. As he held her in this embrace, his right hand crept forward and slide down her abdomen to reach her core as well. Trailing over her delicate flesh and the slickness that waited for him and his wife, Alaric slid his index finger gingerly over her clit in a tight circle before sliding further back. Slipping between her lips and collecting her nectar, he pulled back from Lilac’s lips with a soft moan before bringing his finger up to draw his tongue over it. Moaning and closing his eyes as he tasted her on his digit, Alaric opened them again and looked into her violet eyes as he took the rest of her flavor from his finger. Stepping back and releasing his hold with a grin, he spoke in a soft voice, “You taste as good as I imagined. I can’t wait to taste more.” Turning to the lounge where Rosemary waited, Alaric looked to the gentle flush of her cheeks at being on display like this for them both. His trousers held a full tent down his leg, but he ignored it as he stepped closer and leaned over his wife. Bringing his left hand to settle beside her head, Alaric lowered himself so that he could press his lips against hers needily. Trailing his tongue into her mouth to deliver some of the ambassador’s flavor, he drew his right hand to her left inner thigh. Pushing her legs open gently before lowering his hand to her core, Alaric rubbed his middle and ring fingers over Rosemary’s drenched panties. Back and forth over where he knew her clit was, he rubbed his fingers down along her covered slit before pulling them back up the pads pressed in against her. Releasing her lips to hear her sounds more clearly, he drew his hand up and placed the tips of his middle and ring fingers against his bottom lips. .
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Pressing his lips to Rosemary’s again quickly, he pulled back with a gasp as if he had to force the separation. In a way, that was true; if he did not make a conscious effort, Alaric would never pull back from an opportunity to kiss his beautiful queen. Standing with effort as he had to fight his urges to take her as she was, he turned his attention to Lilac. Alaric held his hand out for Lilac for a moment before extending his arm and pressing his fingers against her bottom lip. His fingers found their way quickly into her mouth, depositing his wife’s flavors on the ambassador’s tongue. Smirking as he likely felt her tongue reacting favorably to the taste, he slowly moved his arm to guide her to where she could stand at the end of the lounge. Spreading his fingers and pressing down to guide her to her knees on the pillow, Alaric pulled his fingers from her mouth and spoke in a firm voice, “You’ve wanted to taste her all night, so you’ve had your sample. Now have your meal as I undress.” @fiory
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Queen Rosemary BOT 14-Feb-23 07:48 PM
The gentle feeling of Alaric on her back, kissing and caressing at the skin he could touch and taste while Lilac sat before her, begging to be of service was delightful to Rosemary. Not usually the one to want the attention or to demand the desire of the room, it was nice for once to feel at the center of it all. She was about to say as much, a soft smile on her face when she felt teeth on her skin and her face changed from suggestive delight to startled desire. While she attempted to pay him no mind, allow him to take what he wanted of her while she tried to appease their guest, his second demand of her attention had a gentle gasp play at her lips.
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“Such the jealous man, had you thought I had forgotten you my Love?” Rosemary cooed sweetly to him, as if she were lulling the ravenous beast at her back that seemed all too hungry to have her for a meal. With her hand behind her, she played with Alaric’s piece tenderly, making sure to roll her thumb and fingers around the girth of him to ensure he knew just how hungry she was at the same time. The moans behind her signaled his temporary appeasement, and she grinned playfully at her husband. How needy and demanding he could be. And when they had a visiting guest no less. Her words whispered over her shoulder at him, while her hand strategically found the head of his cock in his pants. Her fingers squeezed tight around the sensitive end, wanting to do nothing more than to entice another reaction from him. Whether good or bad, she didn’t care. “How could I forget you when my body was made for you?” The reaction she received was one she had wanted, and at the third time his teeth found her skin, Rosemary cried out in a delighted whimper. Gasping at the sensation of him against her flesh, how hard he pulled and how fierce he became against her. It drove her insides wild knowing just how desperate Alaric wanted and needed her. It was the most erotic thing, having him demand her the way he did. How he took what he wanted in such an unyielding way that Rosemary could do nothing more than obey his every whim. With absolute and unwavering pleasure.
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The playful gleam in his eyes made her smile at him softly. Their youth had been a tumultuous one. In the beginning, Rose and Alaric hated each other. It was a disdain that was rooted in soil only watered with loathing and zero trust for the other. The very idea that in the future Alaric would be King and Rosemary his Queen was laughable. Utterly ridiculous, if it were mentioned to the younger versions of themselves. Now however? They couldn’t get enough of each other. They may not be the kingdom of romance and the symbol of love, but there was no question that the King and Queen of Clubs were utterly devoted to one another’s pleasures. Looking up at him, her breath a slight pant from his recent marking of her and the excitement that coursed through her icy veins, Rosemary’s golden eyes sparkled with a dangerously taunting gleam. It was a look that dared him to continue, that he use her body to the very edge of its use and abilities. Mark me. Claim me all you like. Take what you will from me, so that I will feel no guilt in taking what I want from you. ”My Queen will you allow me the pleasure of pleasing you between your legs?” Ah, that was right, Lilac had requested it, and while Rosemary let the stolen breath return to her, she turned her attention back to the waiting Ace and to her earnest request. While she gave Alaric a look of ‘take me as hard as you can’, Rosemary gave Lilac more of a ‘please me if you think you can’ glance. It wasn’t a challenge for the young Ace, more of a request on Rosemary’s part. If Lilac so desperately wanted to taste the sweetness between Rosemary’s legs, then who was she to deny her guest of such a delicacy?
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“So forward of you, however, I believe I have little choice and will gladly accept your offer Lady Lilac.” Rose said softly, her words a little breathier as she attempted to bring back the poise she had had before. Alaric’s sudden dominance of her made her slip, as it always did, and Rose struggled sometimes to come back to that dignified royalty that she always portrayed. It wouldn’t last, he was insatiable, commanding entrance of her mouth to which all he would really have to do was to knock. Rose melted at his touch, her icy wall crumbling around his lips and her tongue welcoming him as the close confidant that they were. The stimulation of her mouth and Lilac’s lips upon her neck was intoxicating. A sensation she’d never had, so much attention all at once and all directed at her. It was enough to make her head explode in euphoric glee. When Alaric would release her and Lilac would pull away, Rosemary was left between them, leaning against her husband as she watched the two embrace and crash their lips together. It was quite the sight for the Queen to take in. Another woman, one she found to be equally as beautiful and poised, embracing her husband’s lips in an intimate affair right before her very eyes. It sent an odd sensation through the icy woman. At first it made her want to grasp Lilac’s throat, pull her back and demand that Alaric freeze where he sat. He Belonged to Her after all. However, there was something so roastingly hot about knowing that at any moment. Any fleeting second, that the pair of them would be upon her in just the same passionate embrace. In just the same desperate need for affection and intimacy. The immediate green glimmer of jealousy faded immediately at this thought, melting for the burning desire and need for the pair of them at the same time.
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”You are dressed in too much clothing. You have hidden your gorgeous body from me for far too long tonight; it is time we rectify that.” “Then please do so My Love. For if my attire does not please you…” Rose’s words dripped with intent, breathy and wanting only to fulfill the darkest desires of his heart with words alone if she could. If her silvery words could stroke him off to completion, Rosemary would gladly keep Alaric incapacitated as such morning, noon and night. Leaning into his kisses and moaning softly at the touch, she finished her sentence as a whisper in his ear. “then it deserves to Burn for its transgressions…” Did she intend for him to actually burn her dress clean off of her? Not necessarily, but if in his frantic desire to remove it from her body the thing was torn, ripped, or singed with small embers of his flame, then it was a sacrifice Rosemary was willing to make. She had plenty of other gowns and outfits to choose from, and it wouldn’t be the first one that he took a displeasure to enough to erupt into flames. The memory of their wedding night came to mind, and Rose couldn’t help the light chuckle on her lips reminiscing about that evening. Her wedding dress still had scorch marks on it from where Alaric had been all too eager to consecrate their union and had less patience with fabrics than he did now.
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With his help, Rosemary found herself standing, curving her hips and back while she stood in view of him while he removed the dress that had offended him so deeply. Tenderly she held her lower lip between her teeth, feeling the bruising beginning on it from the passionate kisses he’d given to her. In quiet reverence, she hummed sweetly at his advances, at every movement of his hands over her body and the way that he seemed to worship her regardless of what she wore and especially if she wore nothing at all. A sly grin spread over her lips, feeling that dress finally pulled and then brought over her head. Her long wavy raven hair bounced a little to reveal exactly what she had had on underneath that gown of hers. Clad in black and in gold, made of the finest silk netting with embroidered gold appliques in lace, stood Rosemary in a stunning lingerie set. One she had picked out specifically for this evening. It left little to the imagination, and very little fabric to work around. Covering enough to make her elegantly decent and sinfully sexual all at the same time. The thin strap that held the underwear separated each cheek in a thin line before spreading into a gold patterned triangle over her front. The top, while strapless, held her breasts in black with gold embroidery, the embroidery showing off her midsection and the black sheer fabric hugging in at her ribs and waist, flaring out as it came to the swell of her hips. It was new, something Alaric would be pleased to see she was sure, and something she had kept secret from him for tonight specifically.
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“Does this please you better My King?” She murmured, looking over her shoulder at him. His delighted sounds made her insides flutter and she couldn’t help the gentle moans she sang back to him at his touch. He burned her like no fire could, and Rosemary relished in it. In addition to Alaric, she also hoped the sight of the poised and elegant Queen in such scandalous and sinful attire would spark a desire in Lilac as well. The sounds he dragged from her would surely be inviting to the young Ace as well, and Rose was careful not to stir as he lifted her with ease and laid her down in a more desirable position not just for Lilac’s delight but also for his. Excitement swelled within Rosemary, her breath coming a little harder each moment that passed. She wanted them both. As soon as possible, in as many positions as they could manage. Her legs bent softly at an acute angle, watching her husband’s silent command of her to remain on the chaise until his return. Where else would she want to go exactly? So while she watched him move to play with the Ace who had certainly undressed before the pair of them, Rosemary opted to keep herself busy and entertained. Her back arched a little on the lounge, giving her an alluring and ‘come to me, I need you’ look. Her legs spread gently and her delicate hands caressed over the intricate embroidery over her lingerie. Rose gave a soft sigh, wanting nothing more than for the pair of them to join her, to take her, to do with her as they pleased. Worship and use her to their heart’s desires as that was what the woman wanted most of all. She watched in earnest as the pair, her husband the King and the Ace they had invited into their bed chamber kissed in a passionate embrace. Her golden hues watched as he pressed his fingers between her legs to taste the sweetness there and Rosemary felt compelled to know the flavor of Lilac as well.
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As if he could read her mind, Alaric made his way back to Rosemary, eagerly waiting and sprawled for the pair of them, like a meal ready and delighted to be taken. His lips pressed to hers and she moaned gently against him, a hand sweetly caressing his cheek to hold him as long as she dare to go without breath. He held a sweetness on his lips, one she could only assume was from Lilac. A gentle taste of honey that was new and foreign to the steadfast Queen. Her soft songs rang out a bit more against his lips feeling his fingers tease and slide against the wet cloth that covered her private region. Wet and wanting, ready to be devoured or taken or however else the pair of them needed her. All she needed was them. He was teasing her now, a gentle kiss with her own nectar on his lips, before stepping away and giving the sample to Lilac. Rosemary whined gently, feeling her body warm and wanting nothing more than to give the meal that Lilac so desired. But there was one thing that Alaric had not taken into consideration. At this point, while Rosemary watched as Lilac would move to take her own position between Rose’s legs, Alaric had tasted the pair of them, and the women had tasted each other. But Rose was desperate for another flavor that had yet to be taken. One that was one of her favorite meals to partake in. One that tented his trousers horribly.
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“Come my love, you are the only one I have yet to taste tonight… and I am ravenous for you.” She murmured seductively at him, watching his trousers untie and fall to reveal that thickness she desired so much. While Lilac would certainly get her turn, Alaric was Rosemary’s first. He belonged to her, and she to him. So Rose would get first dibs at the King’s solid erection. Rosemary watched with bated breath as Alaric teased her, removing his shirt and undergarments in a slow dance of seduction. While she watched him, he would watch her and Lilac. To entice him further, a hand reached for him, her palm out as she wanted to stroke the length she had been teasing and playing with all damn night. If he were close enough she would surely get what she wanted, letting her palm slide under him so her fingertips could play at his sack and squeeze along his girth. While she stroked and played at the member that so badly needed tending to, Rosemary bit her lower lip and looked up at Alaric in the best desirable gesture she could. She wanted him. All of him. And while her hips were currently occupied with the attentions of the Ace that sent shivers of delight up and down the Queen’s spine, her lips kissed at him, begging for him to use her mouth to satisfy himself.
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Of course, if that wasn’t enough to convince him, she simply would pull gently on that hard rod in her hand beckoning him closer and leading him to her by his cock if she had to. A particularly trembling sensation from Lilac between her legs made Rosemary open her lips and moan a song to delight the room. Desperate and needy, sensual to the ears and a siren’s call for more of the same. Without asking, as she never had to ask his permission before, Rose lifted her head off the chaise lounge so her lips could close around the tip of Alaric. Her tongue came out to greet the end of him, and tickle at the slit and underside of his head. She wouldn’t go far, just enough to tease the fiery King and taste the man on her lips. Her moan vibrated along his length, dissipating as it got further towards his base and once silent again Rosemary pulled her lips away, dragging them across his head so he could feel their pillowy softness for as long as possible. Once laying back again, her raven hair splayed beautifully out against the deep red of the lounge, Rosemary smiled up at him, her tongue swiping across her lips to suggest the taste she’d gotten and the smile was confirmation of her appreciation of it. “Much better… I do hope I will get more than just a sample though…” @_ivette
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Queen Rosemary BOT 19-Mar-23 05:31 PM
((Have spoken to Ivette. She is planning on posting here soon. School and work have just been busy as of late))
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