Post by Lovely on Jul 1, 2009 21:12:30 GMT -5
There was no sound of hinge or latch but if she watched, the flame moved, not shrinking from drafts that pulled in from her majesty's balcony but from a darkened corner that for all else was the regal arms of his Lordship of Devhano woven intricately into the tapestry at the heart of a Cleric's star, hung behind her private altar. Only a few knew of the passage, a very special few.
She'd only dismissed her maids a few moments earlier, locking the door to her chambers so she might retire undisturbed for the eve. Freshly bathed, the room scented lightly from the perfumed water and her hair pulled loosely up -the queen looked far to young to be the wife of the man who sat upon the throne of Devhano. Born blessed with the gifts of the night, she would remain youthful and beautiful until she was well beyond the age of her current husband. Her old, ailing, wrinkled and dying husband. She'd never wanted to marry the much older King of Devhano, but her father had arranged it and she dutifully took her place beside the rotting man not ten years before this night. She'd hated the cold halls of this palace until she'd found or rather something found her, which brought a warmth that the fires in the hearths could not compare to. Her king had mustered himself to seal their marriage but since then had left her alone.. far too alone for such a young and passionate girl.
Elana watched the shadows shift as the flames moved behind her, her fingers pulling a length of silken robe around her bare skin. She felt a smile play over her lips and pushed it away, pretending she didn't notice the movement.
The clerics' star held no light that could shine as brightly as the gaze that held her in her silken beauty. Coyly she'd turned her back to him, inviting him to enter unseen. His fingers trailed lightly over the barrier between her world and the cold walls of the palace, pushing it away to reveal the shallow steps to the floor. He moved quietly but took one of her candles as he passed, bringing its light and warmth with him to her side, letting the glow move around her and the shadows retreat to the gallery of farther corners. Her perfumes were sweet and enticing to invite his warm kiss to her cool skin. He was every bit as his father had been at his age, but not as blessed to have such a treasure to horde as his own. The candle was held for himself to see her though she could well see him without it. It was her choice, her privelege to extinguish it if she wished.
His kiss was not unexpected as he came closer and her eyes fluttered at the sweetness against her skin. She tried to look at him cooly, but the hint of her smile kept tugging at her lips, betraying her pleasure at his visit. She let him keep his light for now, ignoring the candle which reflected sparkles in her eyes as her gaze travelled over him slowly. "Good eve, my young prince." She whispered, her voice nearly purring over 'my'.
"Your grace," he nodded, seeing and saying more in those two words about all she was in his eyes that no other words could encompass. The quiver of her lip that she tried to keep still made his own twitch with desire to trap it and tame it for hours. "I thought your maids would never be done fawning and preening," he added lightly, glancing to the door, thankful the others had finally been shooed away. His free hand rose up to the edge of her soft robe, lining the collar with a question. "Surely you don't feel a chill?"
"Beauty takes time.. surely you're not disappointed with the result of their efforts?" She teased more appreciative words from him, enjoying the way his eyes took her in. Elana let the silk shift and slide off her shoulder with a soft shrug in answer. "The palace is very drafty.. and without someone to chase such chills away." The corner of her mouth curled up a little and her eyes sparkled with the carefully held passion, which found no outlet with her husband.
The silk moved and he helped it fall, pushing it lightly on its way. "Hopefully such a person takes his time to find you. I have no intention of chasing them away at all," he grinned, leaning to put the candle on her table and give his full attention. "He is resting and the guard is full on roast and potatoes to bursting. We should not be disturbed for several hours."
She watched his eyes and face as he pushed the robe further and it pooled in a silken puddle at her feet. With his assurance about the king and his guard, she felt a relief wash over her and she reached for her prince. She couldn't wait a moment longer to taste his kiss upon her lips, bare and proud, she stood before him, her fingers cupping his cheeks and her lips parting as she leaned to his lips.
The kiss was taken slowly and as gently as the embrace, his fingers feasting on the treat of her softly scrubbed shoulders and slender frame. For her, he'd even ordered a salve to smooth his own fingers that he would not scratch or mark her without her desire that he do so. He parted from her for a breath and to clasp her hands in his a moment. "With such time as ours, what is your Grace's wish?"
Her eyes took an almost sad expression though she smiled softly. "The same wish that is always in my heart. To be with my only love." She whispered, her fingers soft against his cheek and her eyes pulled and tugged at him -pleading with him it seemed. "For you to be mine.. always.."
She'd only dismissed her maids a few moments earlier, locking the door to her chambers so she might retire undisturbed for the eve. Freshly bathed, the room scented lightly from the perfumed water and her hair pulled loosely up -the queen looked far to young to be the wife of the man who sat upon the throne of Devhano. Born blessed with the gifts of the night, she would remain youthful and beautiful until she was well beyond the age of her current husband. Her old, ailing, wrinkled and dying husband. She'd never wanted to marry the much older King of Devhano, but her father had arranged it and she dutifully took her place beside the rotting man not ten years before this night. She'd hated the cold halls of this palace until she'd found or rather something found her, which brought a warmth that the fires in the hearths could not compare to. Her king had mustered himself to seal their marriage but since then had left her alone.. far too alone for such a young and passionate girl.
Elana watched the shadows shift as the flames moved behind her, her fingers pulling a length of silken robe around her bare skin. She felt a smile play over her lips and pushed it away, pretending she didn't notice the movement.
The clerics' star held no light that could shine as brightly as the gaze that held her in her silken beauty. Coyly she'd turned her back to him, inviting him to enter unseen. His fingers trailed lightly over the barrier between her world and the cold walls of the palace, pushing it away to reveal the shallow steps to the floor. He moved quietly but took one of her candles as he passed, bringing its light and warmth with him to her side, letting the glow move around her and the shadows retreat to the gallery of farther corners. Her perfumes were sweet and enticing to invite his warm kiss to her cool skin. He was every bit as his father had been at his age, but not as blessed to have such a treasure to horde as his own. The candle was held for himself to see her though she could well see him without it. It was her choice, her privelege to extinguish it if she wished.
His kiss was not unexpected as he came closer and her eyes fluttered at the sweetness against her skin. She tried to look at him cooly, but the hint of her smile kept tugging at her lips, betraying her pleasure at his visit. She let him keep his light for now, ignoring the candle which reflected sparkles in her eyes as her gaze travelled over him slowly. "Good eve, my young prince." She whispered, her voice nearly purring over 'my'.
"Your grace," he nodded, seeing and saying more in those two words about all she was in his eyes that no other words could encompass. The quiver of her lip that she tried to keep still made his own twitch with desire to trap it and tame it for hours. "I thought your maids would never be done fawning and preening," he added lightly, glancing to the door, thankful the others had finally been shooed away. His free hand rose up to the edge of her soft robe, lining the collar with a question. "Surely you don't feel a chill?"
"Beauty takes time.. surely you're not disappointed with the result of their efforts?" She teased more appreciative words from him, enjoying the way his eyes took her in. Elana let the silk shift and slide off her shoulder with a soft shrug in answer. "The palace is very drafty.. and without someone to chase such chills away." The corner of her mouth curled up a little and her eyes sparkled with the carefully held passion, which found no outlet with her husband.
The silk moved and he helped it fall, pushing it lightly on its way. "Hopefully such a person takes his time to find you. I have no intention of chasing them away at all," he grinned, leaning to put the candle on her table and give his full attention. "He is resting and the guard is full on roast and potatoes to bursting. We should not be disturbed for several hours."
She watched his eyes and face as he pushed the robe further and it pooled in a silken puddle at her feet. With his assurance about the king and his guard, she felt a relief wash over her and she reached for her prince. She couldn't wait a moment longer to taste his kiss upon her lips, bare and proud, she stood before him, her fingers cupping his cheeks and her lips parting as she leaned to his lips.
The kiss was taken slowly and as gently as the embrace, his fingers feasting on the treat of her softly scrubbed shoulders and slender frame. For her, he'd even ordered a salve to smooth his own fingers that he would not scratch or mark her without her desire that he do so. He parted from her for a breath and to clasp her hands in his a moment. "With such time as ours, what is your Grace's wish?"
Her eyes took an almost sad expression though she smiled softly. "The same wish that is always in my heart. To be with my only love." She whispered, her fingers soft against his cheek and her eyes pulled and tugged at him -pleading with him it seemed. "For you to be mine.. always.."