{{char}} stares out of her balcony, mind wandering over her predicament, and what her future might hold now. Her breath hitches as she hears {{user}} enter the room, cursing under her breath. She whips around, golden hair flying, fixing him with an icy stare as her hands clench into fists at her sides. Oh, it's you. She sniffs disdainfully, tossing her hair over one shoulder. Here to gloat over your victory in claiming my hand, no doubt. Come to rub salt in the wound, have you? She refuses to show any weakness before this wretched human, lifting her chin defiantly as if daring him to provoke her. Say your piece and be done with it, I've no desire to bandy words with the likes of you any longer than necessary. Inside, her heart hammers with mingled fear, anger and shame at being caught in such a vulnerable state.
"Victory?! What victory do you speak of! Don't make yourself out to be some sort of prize to be won! I merely wanted an elven wife, not only to have good ties with your kingdom but also because.....personal reasons" he answers, a bit offended by her attitude
Pfft! She snorts derisively, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts. The motion causes them to rise and fall enticingly, but she's too furious to notice or care. Spare me your lies, human. You think I'm some simpleton? Of course you wanted my kingdom too, didn't you? All of it! To add to your pathetic collection of conquests! Well let me tell you this: it will never be yours. Not while I draw breath.
"You have got it all wrong!! Why must you doubt my intentions....all I strive for is to be remembered as a good king, the best king as a matter of fact...with the best wife!" he replies quickly, he's not sure how to deal with this kind of a response
His words fall on deaf ears. She sneers, unconvinced by his feeble attempts to placate her. "As if I could ever believe that," she scoffs, stepping closer, her voice low and menacing. "You're a barbarian, Kanata. A bloodthirsty beast who knows nothing of love or loyalty." Her hands clench into fists at her sides once more as she meets his gaze defiantly. "And yet here I am,"
"I...how could you....say that? after all I did...for you...to get you here..." he mumbles in a low tone now "it's fine...i'll take my leave then" he turns away from her now, not having anything to say in the face of such accusatory remarks
Her words cut him deeper than any sword could have. She knows they do; she revels in the power they hold over him. "You've done nothing for me," she says coldly, her voice like ice on a winter's night. "Your 'love' is as hollow as your promises." With one last venomous glare, she spins on her heel and sweeps from the room, leaving Kanata standing there alone, reeling from her words.
"I will make you pay for this,"
He refuses to give up quite this easily, he isn't willing to accept this kind of an attitude from his fiancée....but regardless he doesnt say anything now...not until more time has passed...perhaps their next meet up will be before bed, when they are heading to sleep (in the same room of course, as king and queen)
Her words echo through his mind like a curse, leaving him feeling hollow and empty. The hurt she's caused runs deep, burning inside him with every passing moment. He tries to convince himself that she doesn't mean it, that she'll come around eventually...but the doubt gnaws at him relentlessly.
As the hours pass, he steels himself for their inevitable meeting later that night. Perhaps then he can mend things between them. He imagines apologizing, being gentle with her...
or...maybe not...he thinks to himself, let's see how it goes....with one last breath he enters the bedroom, Laurien of course is already there..he glances at her momentarily, unsure of what to say
Her eyes flash with anger as she sees him enter the room. "You have some nerve," she spits venomously. "After everything I've said..." She trails off, shaking her head in disgust. Laurien sinks deeper into the softness of their shared bed, turning away from him. "Just leave me alone."
Her words cut through him like a knife, but he can't help the small part of him that relishes the pain. It feels better than nothing at all.
"wait laurien!!" he says "I know you're a well educated and beautiful elf so like....can you help me answer this one riddle?" he adds, sitting on the bed side now, looking at her "so it goes like...a body moves 6m north, 8m east and 10m vertically upward....what is the resultant displacement of the body?"
Her eyes narrow as she listens to his riddle. "If we're speaking in Cartesian coordinates, the resultant displacement would be the vector sum of the initial displacements." She pauses for a moment, calculating in her head. "So, 6 meters north plus 8 meters east plus 10 meters vertically upward... that should equal..."
She trails off, still doing the math in her head. Her brow furrows as she concentrates. After a few seconds, she finally says, "54 meters."
he smiles "very clever intuition, although you're a bit off....it's 53.2 meters" he laughs a bit playfully "anyways um...I don't know if that was a good ice breaker I just wish to talk to you"
Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she realizes her mistake. "You knew I was wrong," she hisses through clenched teeth, refusing to meet his gaze. He's just trying to make her look stupid in front of him. "It doesn't matter."
She rolls over onto her side, facing away from him again. "I don't want to talk to you," she says quietly, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Just leave me alone."
"NO YOUR ANSWER IS BASICALLY CORRECT!! wait honey look at me...." he whispers near the end "pleaseeeee"
Her breath hitches as his voice grows more desperate, and she can feel him moving closer on the bed. Despite herself, her curiosity gets the better of her. "Fine," she says reluctantly, rolling over to face him. But her expression remains cold and unimpressed. "What do you want to talk about?"
She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, wishing he would just leave her alone already.
"Look so...." he begins, but can't make direct eye contact without blushing....her scent is so clear to him too...how sweet "how was your day...?" is all he can manage to stammer out
She purses her lips in disgust. "It was fine," she says through gritted teeth. "Until I had to deal with you, that is." Her eyes dart away from his face, taking in the sight of the room around them. Anything to avoid looking at him for too long.
"And how was your day?" she asks, her voice cold and distant. "Did you manage to conquer any more lands today? Or kill any more innocents?"
he smirks "not today but we do have some lands to acquire, of course now that our kingdoms are in alliance nobody can really stand a chance....i'll crush them if they do" he says proudly, conquest is practically his middle name "Honey i'm gonna make them build a statue of you and meeee at the center of the kingdommmm..hows that for an ideaa?"
Her eyes narrow in disgust as he speaks of conquest and glory. "I don't want some stupid statue," she snaps. "And I certainly don't want to be associated with your barbaric ways." She shudders, feigning revulsion at the very thought.
"Now if you'll excuse me," she says, rolling over onto her side again, "I need my rest." With that, she closes her eyes and pretends to drift off to sleep.
"b-barbaric?!?!? But...how else do you expand your territory? become the best? you have to crush your enemies...." he reasons, defending his own technique "that very philosophy has got us this far...that's why I managed to....meet you. If I didn't have that...I'd have none of this"
She snorts derisively in reply, not bothering to open her eyes as she rolls over onto her back once more. "You humans have such a distorted view of honor and glory," she says, voice laced with disdain. "To you, it means conquering others and leaving death in your wake. To us elves, it's about wisdom, art, music...the things that make life worth living."
Her words are like poisoned arrows aimed straight at his heart, but she doesn't care.
"WE ALSO LOVE WISDOM, ART AND MUSIC....in fact we try to get better at those every chance we get...but when it comes to war...all is fair in war." he replies "I'd die to defend my land, and to expand it too. But there is more to us than just that...we also indulge in other aspects of life"
Her chuckle is cold and mocking. "Oh, really? Then why do you insist on forcing your 'love' upon me?" she asks, her eyes snapping open to glare at him in the darkness. "You claim to respect us so much, yet you see fit to make me your wife against my will."
Her voice grows louder with each word, anger boiling over inside her until she's practically shouting. "I am not some prize to be won, Kanata!
"You're not some prize to be won but you ARE the prettiest female I have ever seen so.....yea sorry I couldn't help it...like it's basically your fault for being so perfect" he replies
Her eyes widen in surprise at his words, and for a moment she's speechless. When she finally finds her voice again, it's cold and bitter. "You think I want you because of my looks?" She laughs humorlessly, shaking her head. "No, no... that can't be it."
She sits up in bed suddenly, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. "Maybe you're right," she says slowly. "
...maybe I am some prize to be won." Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper, and she leans in toward him, her body tense with anger and hurt. "But not by you," she hisses. "Never by you."
With that final insult, she rolls over onto her side once more, back turned to him, effectively ending any further conversation for the night.
"god damn that was hot...." he whispers.....clearly he got a bit turned on by it too... "you're mine, whether you like it or not honey....i'll kill anyone who dare lay a hand on you."
Her body goes rigid at his words, but not from fear or anger. A strange mixture of desire and revulsion courses through her veins as she fights the urge to turn around and face him. No, no... I can't let myself feel that way about you... It would be too much to bear.
She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to think about his words or his nearness any longer. The tension slowly begins to ebb from her body as she focuses on nothing but the darkness and the silence of the room.
she can feel his presence behind him though...the entire night, almost as if he is non-verbally reminding her that she's his now.....Kanata sleeps well, of course he has Laurien by his side so that helps out..regardless they wake up really early the next morning, Kanata rubs his eyes
Her eyes flutter open as the first rays of sunlight stream through the window. She inhales sharply, feeling his presence beside her even before she turns to look at him. Her lips curve into a small smile that holds no warmth whatsoever.
"Good morning, husband," she says coolly, her voice like ice on a winter's day. "Did you sleep well?"
Kanata on the other hand wishes to sleep a bit longer....he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, holding onto her "Get over here, I slept fine...what about you?" he whispers....
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels his arms encircle her. She tries to pull away, but he holds her too tightly. "Let me go," she says through gritted teeth, struggling against his embrace. "I need some space."
His touch sends shivers down her spine, a mixture of revulsion and desire that she can't begin to understand. She wants him to let her go... but at the same time, she doesn't want to break free from his grasp.
"Answer my question darling....you're mine. I can hug you in bed, you sweet sweet thing" he whispers again, tightening his grip....he isn't usually this possessive, wonder what happened with him
Her breath comes faster as she feels the warmth of his body against hers. It's overwhelming, almost suffocating. "I... I slept fine," she finally manages to say through clenched teeth. "Now let me go." She tries once more to break free from his embrace, but he only holds her tighter.
Her heart races, and her thoughts spin out of control. Why won't he just let her go? What does he want from her?
he leans in, kissing her neck and taking in her scent "Really? I'm glad...." he whispers as he leaves a small lovebite on the lower side of her neck "Mine." he adds
Her whole body trembles at his touch and voice. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable in his arms. But she refuses to let him see the effect he's having on her. "Let me go," she says through gritted teeth, struggling against him once more.
His kisses and bites only serve to heighten her senses further, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite her best efforts to ignore the feeling.
"Your scent...it's so strong...it's really driving me insane you know...." he whispers as he presses his body against her slowly, kissing her neck more affectionately "every time I kiss it gets stronger too...."
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, his words sending another shiver down her spine. She can feel herself growing wetter, her body aching with desire despite her best efforts to resist it. "Kanata..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
His touch feels like fire against her skin, consuming her from the inside out. She wants him so badly... but she can't give in. Not yet.