The Prince's New Plaything (Valanaer x Forbidden)

The Gallant family, they ruled the Kingdom of Belrucia and had for over 200 years. In that time they secured a very large territory, become the forerunners of medicine and science, created a large and highly skilled army, and amassed quite a sum of money and resources. They had become known as a superpower, a country with a reputation of being indomitable but also quite honorable. Of this country the current royal family was held in high esteem by their people. The king Edward was a calculating and highly intelligent man, keeping other countries at bay but with his Elena's, his queen, guidance focusing mainly on improving their own lands. Even their children had reputations.

The first prince was known to be a kind and caring young man. William Gallant, he was a man loved by everyone of the kingdom. He took after his mother in every way, with her black hair, soft brown eyes, weaker body, and even in her beliefs. His reputation as the future king was promising, he loved his people and was opposed to all things violent. Sure, some called him weak but few disliked him. He was recognized as the next king, by birth and with the newest news of his engagement to a princess of one of the other powerful countries, even those who found him to be weak were satisfied.

The second prince was a different person all together. Christian Gallant, known for everything his brother was not. The gifted of the two, physically strong, highly intelligent, and a skilled fighter who could keep up even with the most veteran knights. He was known for sleeping around, enjoying the luxuries of life a little too much, and his sharp tongue. Despite his personality he was practically a genius, nobody in the kingdom could deny that the younger prince was a force to be reckoned with, and a few believed he should be the next king, and everyone even those who loved the elder brother knew he would make a strong king. He never made a move for the throne though, perfectly content to have his fun and leave all of the responsibility to his stiff elder brother.

Christian took after his father as opposed to his mother, a blonde head of hair and light blue eyes that seemed like they were looking right through you. He was taller than his brother, standing 6'2" and build more like a warrior than a prince, his skin even tanned due to his long hours outside training with the knights. Honestly unless you knew who he was it was impossible to tell he and his brother were related at all. He even thought differently than his brother, being more war focused and finding thrill in combat and in bedding women. He did like a party though so when his brother was engaged to a foreign princess he simply laughed, excited to see what kind of woman he was to be shackled to and of course to thoroughly enjoy himself at the pre-wedding celebrations and especially at the wedding itself.

That is why when the night was upon them, the first appearance of the princess, Christian was so excited. There was to be a large party, people from both kingdoms invited to attend at the Gallant castle and that meant plenty of pretty women. The party was to be held in the main hall, his brother was panicking as always in his room, late for his own celebration, and his parents were already in the action, his father talking to various aristocrats and people of note, and his mother giving last minute orders to the servants for the nights festivities, music and food mostly. Christian was more laid back about the whole thing, dressed in more casual wear and strolling his way through the main hall inspecting the various women and being quite curious about the princess his brother would be wed to. The man was getting quite a bit of attention as he walked though, his looks making him stand out even if his outfit wasn't as grand as the other males, but he didn't like making a quick move, he preferred to let the night go on a bit, scope everyone out, besides, if he left so quickly he wouldn't be able to find out more about his brothers future keeper.

The Kingom of Heryai, infamous for their fine tastes in textiles and jewerly, was in a state of celebration. Their beloved princess Kirra was to be wed to the neighboring prince William of Belrucia. All who had the means were preparing for their travel to the wedding party, which had been the talk of the kingdom ever since it was first announced. The people of Heryai loved a good party as much as they loved their ruling family. The king was resourcful and had focused his reign on trading versus fighting to keep the country protected and wealthy. The queen was her husband's true partner, supporting his every move. The Airya's were a beloved family, which only added to the festive atmosphere.

The most reluctant of the traveling party group was the princess herself. Kirra peeked out through the curtain of the carriage and adjusted her dress again. The dark indigo of the material brightly reflected the deep blue, almost purple, color that were her eyes. Her hair was a deep raven black that seemed to dance with blue light in the sun and it emphasized the beautiful even tone to her skin. She combined all the best elements of her parents particularly the slender hourglass figure of her mother. But her beauty wasn't everything. She was a spirited child, often fighting her parents on their policies and the policies of the time. She was more interested in combat and riding than sewing and managing servants. And the stories she'd heard of the her husband didn't ease her mind, she knew he was kind and loved but he didn't seem as..well manly as she expected. Another soft sigh was released before the sound of "woahhh" came from their driver. They were finally at the party.

Their party walked in without announcement, many already stopping to give their greetings as they entered. It had been previously discussed that the party would be as informal as possible to give her time to get used to their customs and to just enjoy the good time. The formal meetings of the two royal families would come in the morning, after rest was taken. Kirra made her way to the table that was piled high with food and drink, the ride had made her thirsty. Selecting a cup of something she sipped lightly, to be rewarded with a fruity burst of flavor on her tongue. Sipping quietly she watched the crowd with a bold gaze, trying to find her future husband before he found her. Many of the men looked promising but none she saw were wearing the crest of the family, and she shrugged mentally, figuring she'd know about him soon enough. She fingered the diamond choker around her neck as she graciously accepted an offer to dance with a handsome man who had stepped up to her, laughing as she tried to figure out the steps he was introducing to her.

Christian was watching the party from one of the far corners, chatting with the occasional woman who came over to him but quickly dismissing them and continuing his inspection of the crowd. There were many from the Kingdom of Heryai, it seemed they all had come for the celebration with the intention to live it up, using their princess' marriage as an excuse to party. Among them were plenty of beautiful women though, Christian's eyes wandering from woman to woman and taking note of some of the more appealing options, especially a cute little redhead. The best part about the women from Heryai wasn't their looks though, it was the fact that once the celebrating was over they would all be going back to their own kingdom, no risk of seeing them or having them become attached, whatever happened would just end, it was perfect, and he was looking around the room figuring out just what women he would have his fun with during the celebration.

As the prince looked around his eye caught one woman in particular, a beauty that quite frankly blew away any other female at the party. She had beautiful eyes of deep blue, lustrous black hair, perfect skin, and a figure that only came from a combination of natural beauty and a bit of work. It wasn't until he realized who she was that Christian became really interested though, a smirk rising on his face as he realized she was the princess, the one his brother was to marry. It hadn't been obvious at first, he had watched her for a minute, observing the way people acted around her, those of her own Kingdom showing respect and that combined with her clothing and the extravagant jewelry around her neck. It was marvelous, his brother had hit the jackpot with his bride, she was a definite beauty and although his brother wasn't particularly ugly, he would never have had a chance with her if not for the arrangement, unless of course she enjoyed an overly polite sap, a lot of women did.

He continued to watch her as she began dancing with one of the aristocrats of his Kingdom, a young man by the name of Johnathan. He was a first rate idiot that used his looks and money to get women, and no doubt he hadn't realized who he was dancing with yet, only knowing he had hooked himself an attractive one before anyone else. Christian smirked again, deciding he would have some fun, check things out, because what kind of brother would he be if he didn't do a little scouting on behalf of his elder sibling. So, he let them dance for awhile longer, giving Johnathan some time to get his hopes up, the laughing beauty no doubt giving him that impression, but after awhile he pushed himself off the wall and began heading that way. Johnathan saw him coming before he got there though, stopping the dance and turning to look at the man with a clear expression of disappointment. Christian just looked at him and motioned for him to leave, the man nodding and while he was sulking he did leave.

With the man gone Christian looked over at the woman and smiled, and there was nothing innocent about his smile, he never tried to hide behind such things, "Princess Kirra I assume." He spoke with confidence, a trait he had plenty of, even having the audacity to look her up and down without shame before proceeding, not bothering to introduce himself, "It seems your future husband William really lucked out, getting a beauty such as yourself." He couldn't help but decide to push it a bit, "Tell me, do you want to marry such a man as William, I mean the prince is a nice enough man but well... He is not exactly what I would call a ladies man, I fear you will be terribly disappointed with him." He was intentionally being rude, he wanted to see her reaction, although he expected the usual response, a simple excuse to get away or false politeness. He just hoped she wouldn't freeze up, some random man not even that well dressed talking to her in such a way, it probably baffled the poor princess, especially since with her looks she probably never experienced anything of the sort.

Kirra was able to quickly catch on to the steps that the man was showing her and her laugh died down to conversation with the man before her, who introduced himself as Jonathan. The name brought a slight sigh to her mind, thinking that the handsome man was her husband, or at least related to him. The conversation took the normal boring route, discussing her country and its customs. Even his compliments weren't original, all lines that she had heard before. But his plain conversation gave her the chance to cast exploratory glances around the room. One man caught her attention, but he seemed too busy looking around at the hard partying women to notice her. She turned a polite smile back to Jonathan, continuing to steal glances at the man beneath her lashes. Soon she saw him walking her direction.

She glanced him up and down as he walked toward her, taking in the strong build and warrior's confidence. She wasn't an expert in how a warrior should look, what with her country preffering not to fight, but he was how she imagined it should be. He was someone that she really couldn't pull her gaze away from, even as she was forcing herself to pay attention to Jonathan. Kirra was slightly impressed when the man gave just a look that was enought to get Jonathan to leave her be, though he did end up adding the hand motion. She smiled at him, though the smile quickly gave way to a cold stare at the arrogance in his words. "You're the first to correctly get my status, I'll give you that much. Your words insulting my betrothed will not be tolerated." Her tone was as chill as the glacial eastern part of her country. "Who I want to marry and the type of man I'm interested in is none of your business. I'm sure he's a better man than you."

She waited for his reaction with a half cocked brow and a slight smirk at the fact that he dared challenge her. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the fact that he treated her as if her status didn't matter, but she also couldn't deny the ire his words sparked within her. Kirra wasn't one to take an insult, and she was even less likely to let someone she cared about be insulted. Though she didn't know William yet he was to be her husband and she would defend him as such. She had often verbally sparred with women in her kingdom and family members, so she was eager to see how she fared agaiinst this man. Hopefully his mind would be as intriguing as his frame. She took in the lower make of clothing and guessed he was just a normal townsperson, above the field workers but below those who were always allowed at palace functions, but she couldn't shake the thought that she was talking to someone of a higher standing.

Her gaze was still frigid as her heel tapped out a beat on the floor, though no one around them seemed to notice her agitation. If they did it would be the flush on her cheeks, which simply seemed to make her blue gaze brighter. Her teeth caught her lip slightly as she fought to bite back more words. She didn't want to say anything before he did so that if anyone overheard she looked like she was defending while he was offending. Kirra wasn't born yesterday and she knew how to be the responsible diplomat. As much as she hated it, it did come in handy for proving herself the innocent party when it was really important.

When Christian had begun his approach the woman seemed happy, the princess giving him a rather polite smile and seeming to be exactly what he had expected of a princess. That was until he spoke, when that happened the facade of the nice little princess seemed to quickly shatter, leaving him to look at a much more fiery woman. She of course started by saying his insults of her betrothed would not be tolerated, classic but not very impressive, what was impressive was when she began to speak on how the type of man she was interested in was none of his business. Sure it wasn't but most ladies of status tended to be more meek around men, they would defend their husbands sure, but they would rarely make it a point to bring themselves up. The most interesting part was when she said her betrothed would be a better man than him, it was the hook. Christian just smirked after that, watching the woman as she grew agitated, the flush on her cheeks only making her look more beautiful.

After a moment, letting it seem as if he was allowing the words to sink in, he looked into her eyes, his own gaze unwavering as another smirk crept to his face. "It is rather ignorant to defend a man whom you haven't met and even more ridiculous to act as if you're interested in him when you haven't met the man yet." He took a small step forward, his hand reaching out and touching her chin, lifting it up so they had direct eye contact, "Though the worst part... You think he is going to be a better man than me... I mean, that is a risky call since you don't know either of us, me or the prince. Although I suppose it depends on what you think defines a better man, because the prince, well he is nice and fair, but at the same time a coward and a pushover." He neglected to tell her what kind of man he was, it wouldn't be any fun that way, it would only be fun if she had to figure out just what kind of man she was talking to herself.

Christian was usually the same though, he wasn't talking like this just because she was the princess, he was not that caring a brother. In fact he simply liked to see peoples reactions and this was one of those moments. He was pleasantly surprised though, Kirra seemed to have some fire in her, a bit feisty and although his brother may not think such a trait mattered, Christian believed it did, he liked it. He knew he had to be quick though, have his fun before his brother arrived because when that happened he would be given away and no without a doubt his brother would take all of the princess' attention after that moment. But for now she was his, until his brother got the nerve to come out of his room and to the party his precious bride would have to settle for Christian's company. He was obviously pleased with that fact, the grin on his face as he finally released her chin saying as much, and he simply waited to see if she would continue to show her strong side or slink back like all of the other boring women.

The smirk on the man's lips only served to further her agitation, and heighten her intruigue, with him. His words were torment enough and then he reached forward to lift her chin, pulling her gaze into his even further than it already had been. Kirra forced herself to not jerk away from his grasp, instead acting as if his touch wasn't even felt. "And I suppose you're going to tell me now that you're the strong, brave and oh so manly contrast to the prince?" Her voice dripped with disdain even as her mind raced to figure out who she was talking to. Her family had gone over the noble lines of the Gallant family in order to not offend anyone and it suddenly registered in his mind that this might be the younger brother she was speaking with. He was the right build and even was living up to his reputation, if it was him.

"You talk such a big game for someone who isn't first in name." Her line was maybe childish but in many kingdoms a person's status was everything and this was the only way she could test out her theory that she was talking to the second in line for the throne of Belrucia. "I believe someone might be jealous of the prince, and thinks talking him down will work to win favor with a pretty girl." Her voice was a lyrical taunt now as she stepped forward, into his space, to show that she was going to control this situation. Kirra was an only child but her love of being out in the stables with the hostler's sons had taught her to stand up for herself versus just relying on her status to come to her rescue. Now she only had to wait for his reply, to see what direction she would steer the conversation from there.

Kirra drug her gaze away from the attractive man before her while she waited for him to speak, looking around the room for her husband to be. She was trying to pretend that the man before her wasn't as important to her but she was getting annoyed with herself with all the pretending she was having to do. She wanted to show how much she was enjoying the fact that he wasn't afraid to taunt her and that she wasn't afraid to sass him back. Leaning forward around him she picked up another glass of the punch, taking a heavy sip from it and wondering if it were the drink that were beginning to make her head spin slightly. She'd thought this drink was alcohol free but apparently she was wrong. Another thing to annoy her now as she knew that her retorts would come slower to him, and that he'd have an edge over her. Inwardly she sighed and retured her indigo gaze to the arrogant man before her.

Christian was amused when Kirra began to talk again, she was definitely going to be fun to mess with as the princess of the country. It seemed she was wising up to his identity though, she went as far as to mention him not being first in name. Another smirk rose to his face as she went on, it was a joke really, to think that he was jealous of his brother. Sure he wouldn't mind power but in every other aspect he was a better man than his brother, a much greater warrior, more intelligence, and he was definitely more gifted in the looks department. So to think he was jealous, it was preposterous and soon enough she would know why. Like she made the assumption he was the second prince, he was making the assumption that once she met his brother that Kirra would not be head over heels, her attitude and his were just way too different. Hell he could see it now, his brother being polite would no doubt drive her nuts, Kirra was going to be a wild one and he would make sure to pull it out of her, especially around his brother.

The woman was slick though and as she finished speaking she looked around the room. Soon she turned back and gazed at him once more, it was lucky because while her gaze was on him, his brother finally entered the room. Christian was sure to hide a grin when the man began to head their way, a smile on his brothers face. Christian was going to try and let his brother hear a bit of Kirra's true personality before she realized he was on her way. "Well, you are quite the observant one. It surprises me that you figured out I am the second prince so quickly, especially with my attire being the way it is. Then again I suppose my reputation does precede me." He shrugged, "Not that it matters to me what you think, I just thought I would come and speak to my soon to be sister-in-law. Perhaps even try and see what you were like before you realized who I was, but now that I see I am not sure my identity matters."

As his brother got close enough to hear, being stopped every few steps by random people wanting to congratulate him, he decided to see if he could drag out more than a snide comment. He leaned in closer than ever, whispering so only she could hear, "And while I can honestly say I am not usually jealous of my brother in the least... This time could be a bit different..." He reached down and brushed her arm gently, "I am a bit jealous that he gets such a feisty little thing such as yourself. So let me say this, there will always be an open invitation for you to come join me in my bedroom, because I assure you, my brother is not going to be man enough for you." He smirked after that, pulling his hand away and taking a small step back, waiting for her response, his brother close enough to catch whatever it was.

Her expression didn't change as he began to speak, though her eyes narrowed in a slight way as he made her double guess her words as he tried to play up an innocent facade about his reasons for coming to talk to her. She was sure he was here only to torment her once he realized he wouldn't be able to seduce his brother's betrothed. Though Kirra didn't think this man, she still hadn't figured out his name..Christian she thought the tree had said, really cared that she was technically "off- limits."The reputation he mentioned was one that was infamous for throwing himself at women..really catching the women who threw themselves at him but that was irregardless in her mind. He seemed to be the type who would find a way to get what he wanted without thinking about the consequences. Something she normally would like, but she wasn't looking for a man to keep her attentions, at least not at this second in time. As his gaze pulled away from her she had to wonder who he was looking at but tried not to look around after him, though someone coming through the crowd was certainly capturing a lot of attention from the people around them. Just as she leaned around him to look he leaned into her, brushing his hand down her arm and sending chills up her spine.

Kirra couldn't resist the smirk that came to her lips as he told her she might be the reason for a new jealousy between the two brothers. The smirk quickly faded as she struggled to keep her jaw from dropping at his open invitation to his bed. Her hair temper snapped and she forgot about the heavy crowd around them, forgot that she was in a neighboring kingdom trying to impress the people who she would be bound to with the wedding, and forgot that one of the royal family was the one taunting her. Her hand raised, not against her will but not exactly with conscious thought, and hit him square across the face. Hard. She might be a fairly small girl but she'd snuck around the palace combat grounds long enough to know a few tricks. She didn't slap him open handed like a girl would but full on punched him in the jaw. The gasps of the crowd surrounded her but it was her mother's voice snapping from behind her that made her flinch. And the eyes of a well dressed man that appeared from behind the man she'd just hit looking at her with disapproval. She realized, from the way he was dressed that he was her husband to be...oops.

Regaining her composure as best as she could manage with the crowd whispering around her and solely focused on her next act she looked at her mother. "He was being inappropriate and I dealt with it." Her tone was soft and steady, almost nochalant, and she thought she heard a few snickers run through the crowd behind her but she couldn't be sure. If wouldn't suprise her if there were members of the crowd who had also been on the recieving end of the man's taunts. And to her husband to be...well she wasn't at all sure how to address this situation. At least her mother was quiet when exasperated with her, this man she didn't know how he was going to react. "Your Highness William, I do hope you have better manners than your brother." Her smile was half confident and half hesitant as she tried to joke with him. She wasn't going to apologize for her actions, they were well deserved, but at the same time she didn't want to start a scene at this banquet. The whole time she kept her gaze away from Christian, not sure if she'd be able to keep from laughing at the look she assumed was on his face.

When it happened it was perfect, the exact type of reaction Christian had been looking to get. Kirra snapped, the invitation to his bed being the final push, and she hit him in the face. To his surprise it wasn't a simply slap though, in fact it was a well placed punch and it managed to catch him slightly off guard. With such an action it wasn't only his brother who got to see but the entire crowd, every single person in attendance quieting down and looking in the direction, a few gasps and horrified looks from all around. His brother was right behind her though, his face slightly shocked at what he had just witnessed but he had yet to say anything, instead Kirra spoke first, and she responded with guts, not backing down in the least. William could only stare at the woman he was engaged to for a moment but it was not in disappointment or horror, but instead he seemed to be happy by her words and actions. After a moment a small smile came to his face, soft and kind as always, "No, don't worry about it, if a woman actually stood up to Christian every once in awhile maybe he would stop playing around and be serious for once."

When the first prince blew it off the crowd followed, a few people continuing to find amusement in her words, agreeing that their second prince needed some manners, and the rest not caring as long as William was alright with it. Christian was alright with it though, he knew his brother wouldn't be mad, he just wanted to show what kind of woman Kirra was, and of course see for himself, and he had. It had brought a smirk to his face as a matter of fact, the second prince easily recovering from the punch, having taken far worse in daily training. He simply stood up straight, walking around Kirra, daring to brush his hand against her back discretely as he did, and stood next to his brother, giving the man a small grin, and although William did not smile back he didn't make a fuss either, being annoyed with his brother but not having the desire to speak an ill word to anyone, especially his blood. It allowed Christian to show Kirra what kind of man his brother was as well, show her how 'nice' he was and how he wouldn't get mad for something so trivial as a hit or rudeness, and it was obvious he was a very meek person by nature.

William soon began to speak though, addressing his soon to be bride with as gentle a voice as ever. "I am happy to finally meet you, I am William Gallant, and you have already met my brother Christian." He said pointing over to his brother before continuing. "I must say, I am quite surprised that you are as beautiful as rumored, I always expect such things to be exaggerations but this time they hold true." He gave her a small smile, even blushing slightly at his words which almost made Christian sigh. William didn't leave time for his brother to make any more fuss though, holding his hand out to Kirra and with one more smile he asked, "Would you care to dance with me?" William was a good dancer, practicing frequently, especially in recent days after the announcement of his engagement, wanting to be prepared for the days he got to dance with his beautiful bride, and today was that day, and his excitement obvious. Christian on the other hand only gave Kirra one last smirk, which was followed by a wink, before he left the engaged pair alone. He headed over to get a bit of food and perhaps search out another target, although Kirra was heavily on his mind, the punch actually being attractive to him, the strong woman making quite an impression, and not to mention her beauty...

William's response came fairly quickly and Kirra was both surprised and, well to be honest, disappointed. Yes he taunted his brother, but it was a meek taunt, and he made no mention of standing up for her to his brother. Both of these things made her face break composure for a split second into a troubled frown before she forced a smile back onto her features. The forced smile wasn't helped by the heat of Christian's hand as he slid it along her back while passing her to get to his brother. She almost shuddered, though she didn't know if the quiver came from wanting the contact or being disgusted by it. Dismissing the thought from her mind she looked at the two brothers standing side by side, trying to decide if she were getting the better deal. It wasn't hard to tell that Christian was more her type, a warrior, while his brother was the political man. Sighing inwardly she thought bitterly how she was getting a man nicer than she, instead of one who would laugh in bed with her about the dumb shit court pulled. The prince's words washed over her and she snapped herself from her thoughts, trying to focus on the syrupy lines coming from her betrothed; lines that she was probably supposed to echo in some way or another.

Her voice becoming rehearsed, though still lyrical, sounded within seconds of his words ending. "You flatter me Prince William, though I am equally happy to finally meet you. Many questions have been answered." She tried to make the last bit sound suggestive but feared that the tone was flatter than she would've liked. Putting her hand in his she accepted his invitation to dance with action rather than words. She'd always been taught, and seen, that actions were the fastest way to get a point across. Look at the punch for example, she could've come up with a feisty or clever retort but her stance on his comment had come across much quicker with a solid uppercut to his jaw. She noticed Christian wink at her before disappearing into the crowd of people around them and fought to keep her gaze from attempting to follow him. Instead her indigo gaze focused on her betrothed. He was an exceptional dancer, which she wasn't so sure that she liked for she kept messing up steps and instead of laughing or teasing her, he simply smiled patiently and showed her again how to do them. She found herself longing for a taunt, and instead found herself the one giving the taunt, trying to stimulate some laughter and connection between the two of them.

"Now do tell me all about yourself William. I've seen you be gracious to your cad brother and feisty wife to be, but I want to know the man behind the political smile." Her voice was light and a true smile found her lips for a matter of seconds as she waited for his response to her question. Kirra was trying to give him a chance to win her affection, show a side of him that was either taunting of his brother or her, a side that was fiercely loyal to the point of offending others, something to show her that he had some passion in him somewhere. Kirra was starting to wonder if she was getting the ember instead of the flame in this line. At the same time she was trying not to wrongly judge the man before her. Her mother had taught her the typical lesson of not being quick to judge but it was still a personality flaw of hers. Just as she'd judged Christian to be a rude individual she was also intrigued by him. At the moment she was enjoying William's kindness but knew that her personality would soon get bored of his, and hoped that his answer to her question would give her something to hold onto.

As Christian searched for another woman among the crowd that could compete with the beauty and attitude of Kirra, William began his dance with the beautiful princess. The elder brother was always more meek and polite, his life being lived without any real hardship, physical or mental, the man didn't even make enemies. It was William's nature to just let things happen, to stand back and work things out with kind words and manners. So when Kirra asked him about the man behind the political smile he couldn't help but feel a bit lost. In fact there was no political smile, it was all natural and that was why he was so loved by the people and got along with so many, although some considered him to be a bit naive and gullible. He could only give her another smile and try to clear up the misconception about his personality. "My smile is in fact genuine, I am sorry if it seems like I am hiding something behind it but I assure you I am not, do not worry, I am showing you my true self." In William's mind she was concerned about him not being the person on the surface and he had told her the truth, he was as she saw, a nice and caring person, much unlike his brother and hopefully that was what she had been wondering.

As they continued to dance William's mood only improved, his heart beating faster for the woman dancing with him, his soon to be wife. Christian on the other hand was busy flirting with another woman, a woman from Heryai with a very sexy body. From what she was telling him she was a aristocrat of medium status and she was married to one of the men in the courts back home. Despite the married bit she was still coming on quite strong to the young prince and he was finding himself quite amused with the woman. She wasn't as beautiful as the princess and her personality was more of a flirt than it was feisty but she wouldn't be a bad lay, her body wasn't bad and she had the mature look that he actually liked quite a bit. As he continued to listen to the woman he caught his brother and Kirra dancing out of the corner of his eye and he followed them, his eyes looking at the princess and the bit of lust building up for the woman he was speaking to transferred to the princess. He smirked, and his mind went a bit dark, he wanted the princess and he was going to have her.

So Christian turned back to the lovely woman next to him and gave her a smile, "Let's cut to the chase, if I get bored I will find you, until then just keep your schedule open." He gave her a wink and walked off, heading over to grab him a bit of wine, pouring himself a rather large cup and beginning to drink, a bit of alcohol never a bad thing in such a situation. He then secluded himself near one of the corners, staying out of the way but in the position to watch his brother and the princess dance. He was watching her as a predator would watch its prey, his eyes following her every movement from the mistakes she made as she danced to her expressions. He had to play the game well, he had to watch her and wait until the night was over and every was beginning to leave the ballroom, until she separated from everyone else. For he knew she wouldn't come to his room immediately but he figured he could probably seduce her with a bit of time, his plan being to corner her near her room and make sure she didn't spend the night alone.

"How nice to find honesty." The princess said easily, though many other less appropriate responses were at the front of her mind. Their conversation as they danced continued on in their sweet way, both commenting on their lives at home and court, along with the customs of the country she was going to become part of. Out of the corner of her eye she couldn't help but watch one of the women of her court, Marilee, flirting her plump rear off with Christian. She almost blushed as Christian caught her eye with a dark smirk and quickly messed up a step to make William mistake the source of the blush. Of course he was all kindness and they quickly returned to the dance, letting Kirra's thoughts turn to dark corners. Marilee was the lowest in the court but higher than the aristocrats that hadn't even reached court status yet, and her husband was well off in court. Not that her husband would be around much longer if he saw the way Marilee was acting. The lord was fiercely possessive of the woman, probably why Marilee went out of her way to flirt and piss him off. The gossip mill had once told Kirra that jealous sex was some of the best around. The princess, a virgin of course, wouldn't be one to know. She had to wonder if William were the jealous sort, but a sneaky voice in the back of her mind told her that she were more likely to get a rise for her actions out of Christian than William.

She missed a sentence the first prince spoke to her and was jerked from her tangled thoughts as the man touched her cheek gently. At his questioning gaze she merely brushed it off, leaning against him in a soft way and asking if he wouldn't mind them going to get a drink. She was thirsty but the real reasoning behind the action was to disguise her disinterest in what was going on around her. All around her the couples were starting to pair off for good, finding their nighttime choices versus hopping from partner to partner. She did have to smile at the many mixed partners she saw on the floor. It looked like the two kingdoms were going to get along extremely well indeed. As more alcohol was placed in her hand she drank until her head was just beginning to spin, then drank no more, not wanting anything to happen that she was unaware of. As the betrotheds drank Kirra took the opportunity to look for Christian but was unable to see him from her current position and was forced to turn her attention back to William, who was telling her about all the different foods she would have to try that were specialties of his country. She was able to laugh freely this time as she really would enjoy trying the food, and enjoyed listening to the stories he was telling of other dignitaries trying the foreign dishes. A hand at her elbow had her spinning away though.

The girl behind her blushed softly. "Sorry your highness. I'm Crysla and I've been asked to help you find your room whenever you're ready. And to both of your highnesses, the King and Queen wish to remind you that the introductory meeting will be started early and to not be late." The girl dipped a curtsey and waited their response. Kirra was relieved at the girl's appearance. She didn't take kindly to being given a "bedtime" by her soon to be in-laws but decided it was more the wine talking than her actual mind. Turning to William she spoke softly. "I fear I will need to retire now. If I have to be up early I'll need my sleep tonight. Today was a long day filled with much excitement. Good night dear." She leaned forward to kiss his cheek softly before turning to follow Crysla. She didn't look back and focused instead on memorizing the path the maid was showing her. The girl stopped before a hallway. "Your room is the end of the hall. Have a good night Princess." Another curtsey was given before Kirra was left to the walk down the hallway for herself. The walk was short but she noticed some of the lamps out toward the end of the hallway, and figured she'd need an extra blanket as their must be a draft down the hallway. Walking slowly she let her gaze wander over the tapestries on the walls, admiring the fine work, and losing herself in the textures and colors. Lost in her own thoughts she was even able to forget that she had been walking down this hallway for a purpose.

William was quite happy with the nights progression, he was having more fun with Kirra than he thought, in his mind both of them were enjoying the dance and celebration. Of course he was still a bit nervous due to her comment on the man behind the political smile, he really didn't want to seem like his brother because while he loved his brother, at times it was tiring to deal with the shenanigans. Luckily it didn't come up again and he simply enjoyed the night with Kirra, watching her and not minding the other people around them. Even as Kirra went to get a drink he went with her, pouring himself some wine and keeping his eyes on his soon to be bride. As people began to pair up and leave he didn't let it bother him, he went on with friendly conversation, not stopping until Crysla came over and told them of his parents wishes. He was not one to disobey so as notice came and as Kirra bid him a goodnight he accepted it, although it was made all the easier by a goodnight kiss from his beautiful princess. He watched as she left, only letting his eyes wander after she escaped his view. Most of the people had already left, Christian was still drinking but that was nothing new and it seemed that a few girls were sticking around to see if they could get a shot at his younger brother. Other than that only a select few were still dancing. So while he wasn't exactly tired yet he decided to call it a night, eager to sleep so he could wake the next morning and see Kirra again.

Christian was still drinking as his brother and the princess enjoyed their night, a few bites of food here and there as well but he had quite a bit of alcohol. Even as heavy of a drinker as he was the second prince had begun to feel the sweet wine's effect. So when the night approached its end and his brother and the princess finally parted ways, he was prepared to have himself a taste of what he desired. He smirked as his brother left to go to his room, the opposite direction from the princess since their parents wanted it to be proper. It simply helped Christian, he got to follow Kirra slowly, not having to worry about his brother noticing him or anyone thinking anything of it as he tailed Crysla and Kirra down the hall. He couldn't act immediately though, Christian was a bit tipsy but nowhere near drunk enough to make a stupid mistake. Instead he waited until Crysla and Kirra had parted and continued to follow the unaware princess down the hall. Kirra seemed a bit out of it and she took awhile, but eventually the princess made it to the end of the hall. When that happened Christian got closer, coming up behind her without making as much as a sound.

Before he could rationalize what he was about to do and stop himself he grabbed Kirra and covered her mouth, one hand tight to keep her from screaming and the other to lift her from the ground and keep her from escaping. He slammed her up against the door to her room, his voice deep and labored as he spoke into her ear, his breath smelling of alcohol and dripping with lust as he spoke, "I am going to pay you back for embarrassing me beautiful..." The hand holding her close fumbled around a bit, opening the door as he continued to keep her mouth closed. He pushed his way inside with the woman, shutting the door with his foot, reaching back and locking it in a very hasty manner. Christian didn't much know what he was doing, his head was pounding and his body moving faster than his brain. He was not use to being so forceful, usually women begged him or flirted uncontrollably but right now, as he looked at the woman in his hands and held her tight to his body, it wasn't sweet and innocent, he was using strength to stop her from breaking free and seeking help.

The second prince didn't move for a moment, he stood near the locked door with her in his hands, holding her as tightly as possible and not even registering what she was doing as he tried to let his mind catch up to the situation he had put himself in. His breath was shaky, and as it all began to sink in there were mixed feelings about the whole thing. At first he was nervous, asking himself what he was doing, but soon the lust from earlier and a new found sexual excitement filled him, his mind once again being overshadowed by the stronger urge. So he moved again walking over and throwing Kirra down on the bed, quickly moving down and holding her hands about her head, his body over hers, trapping her against the mattress. "Scream and this will become much more unpleasant than it already is..." His voice was scary, his eyes looking into hers revealing everything he was feeling, the nervousness, his alcohol influenced state, but most of all the excitement he drew from having such a beautiful woman pinned beneath him. Christian was eager for her response though, eager to see how his brothers bride who had shown so much ferocity earlier would react as he held maneuvered her hands together above her head and held them with one of his, letting his other begin to touch her. He wanted to see what she would do... He wanted her, he wanted the beautiful princess and now he was going to take her.

A hand covered her mouth and she was shoved into the solid wood of her door before she could react, not even a sound left her throat as the man spoke into her ear. Her startled brain took a moment to recover before recognizing the tone. Christian. Even as her heart pounded she couldn't react, everything was happening faster than she was reacting. As he pinned her to the bed it was as if her conscious had come back to her. She could feel the tingles of lust at knowing he was going to take what he wanted, she could feel the pounding of her heart against her chest with both how wrong..and how desperately right it felt to be overpowered by him. Yet she knew she couldn't just give in to her desire and let him have his way. No she would have to at least attempt to fight. Her knee came up between his legs, aiming for his most sensitive of spots as she drove her nails into the hands that pinned her own. Anything to startle him into letting go. Her body jerked up beneath his as she writhed in his grasp, trying to get his body off of hers or at least dislodged enough that she would find herself another target to attack. A feral sounding growl came from her throat with the effort of her movements, making her all the more part of a wild feline. Her eyes were glittering fiercely, with both want and attempted refusal.

Her mind tried to come up with a comeback or witty words to alter the state of mind he was in, but she found that she really didn't want this to stop. He wouldn't know that, and she wouldn't make it obvious but it was in the back of her mind nonetheless. The hand that was touching her was sending chills up her spine and making her stomach quiver in delight. The softest of sounds broke from her throat before she attempted to kick out from underneath him again. Kirra found a new thought as her thigh grazed his, her squirming was probably only serving to heighten his arousal...her hips were bucking against his after all. She mentally shrugged off the thought and continued to squirm hard beneath him, growing breathless with the exertion.

It was all so exciting and even as the situation sobered him up a bit he didn't stop, in fact it just made him all the more sure of what he was doing. It wasn't simply her beauty that excited him, it was the fact that even after he did this she would have to marry his brother and every day while she was at the castle he would be on her mind for better or for worse, from now on her mind would be full of him, not his brother but him. She didn't fail to disappoint though, his idle thought as he looked down at her causing Christian to completely miss her knee coming up at him and he winced in pain as it connected with the most sensitive spot on his body. It didn't cause him to loosen his grip but instead he tightened it, gripping the hands above her head more fiercely and growling to match the one coming from the ferocious princess beneath him as his free hand grabbed the woman's face, looking down into her beautiful eyes as he smirked, "Wrong move princess... I won't be nice now." With that he leaned in and forcefully kissed her, and he was no stranger to doing so, his kiss perfected due to him sleeping around. The prince even dared to use his tongue to further have his way with her, only letting it tease as to not leave it exposed to her teeth for too long, cautious about what the woman would do if given the chance.

The end of the kiss only came when she launched another attack, the prince having ignored her scratching but having to move his hand and body quickly to block the second knee heading in his direction, not wanting it to hit his now hardened cock. "You're not going to get me like that again." His voice was confident and as he put his weight on her legs he eliminated the possibility. The prince wasn't going to stop at this point though, she had already got him excited and now that his weight was on her a bit his cock was pressing up against her leg through his pants, giving her a hint at what was to come and it was not small whatsoever. He didn't do anything else for a moment, staying on top of her until she had squirmed enough for her breathlessness to hit its peak and then in a very firm almost teasing voice he spoke, "Now, shall I rip up this beautiful dress of yours or are you going to be a good girl and remove it for me?" He was playing with her, he could rip it up or fuck her without even taking it off but he gave her a choice, he wanted to see if she would continue to resist despite the situation or go ahead and do what he asked of her, if she would obey him.

The fact that he'd kissed her..more like possessed her with his mouth.. startled her. At least he was smart enough to remove his tongue before she got the chance to bite it off. As he blocked her attacks she found it easier to lay there panting, she'd put up her end of the fight..for now. She thought about the kiss a split second and licked her lips, tasting the alcohol and him, enjoying the flavors they brought. Her mind worked rapidly at his question. If she said she'd do it herself it would save her from explaining why her dress was ripped...but then she wouldn't have an excuse if the loss of her virginity were brought to light. She was supposed to be wed a virgin after all. Well getting up to take it off would give her a chance to escape after all. "I'll do it myself." she snapped, bringing a false anger to her voice to make her act all the more believable. She shoved him off of her the best she could to stand before him. Her mind shouted at her that now was her time to run for the door, unlock it and escape out into the hallway where he'd be unable to do anything to her for fear of getting caught. Her hands and mouth, however, decided that the princess would choose to take a different course of action. "Just because I'm taking it off doesn't mean you're guaranteed an easy lay. I'm going to fight you every second."

Her tone was dark, yet if he were listening he'd hear the playful undertone to it. Kirra was accepting the fact that she wanted this. Her body knew it..her brain was just slow in catching up. Consequences be damned. Fingers moved to the back to undo the corset ties easily before the luscious material fell to the ground in a silken puddle at her feet. Her beautifully pale, unmarked skin shone in the light from the candles and her eyes were dark as she looked at him. Now Kirra shot him a smirk and hoped he was paying attention. She lunged for the door, looking with every intent as if she were going to escape him and spread what had happened. In truth she knew, and hoped, he would catch her before she even got the lock undone. A warrior's reflexes never truly left him, and she figured this would be a time where he was going to be as attuned to movement as if his life depended on it..because well it kindof did. Rape wasn't something to be taken lightly in any country. Particularly not the raping of a princess due to be wed to your brother.

Christian smirked full of confidence as the words left Kirra's mouth, she had decided to do as he asked and remove her dress. It was a good choice as there was no real need for the beautiful piece of clothing to be torn and tattered, no it could remain perfectly fine as long as she was good. Of course he expected her to make some sort of move, he was sure this fiery woman wasn't about to become completely obedient and do as he said and he wouldn't want it that way, no he wanted her to run or pull a blade or something to keep it thrilling. His expectations didn't stop him from enjoying what was going on, he looked at her as she undressed, watching as her perfect white skin being revealed and making her form all the more beautiful, the contrast of the skin to her raven hair giving him chills of pleasure. She had warned him it wasn't going to be easy but the more things progressed the less he cared what had to be done, even if he had to become a tad rough with the lovely virgin.

His wish was granted after she finished undressing, the princess had darted off towards the door and a playful smile came onto the princes face as he shot between her and the door just in time, grabbing her and twisting Kirra around. He was holding her tightly to his body once again, his hard-on pressing against the small of her back as one hand shot down and went into her underwear to feel what lay beneath. As his finger touched her virgin slit he whispered in her ear, his tone heavy and hot, "Trying to escape is useless, I have come so far and I will not let you go tonight..." He nipped her right earlobe gently when he finished speaking, his other hand moving up and grasping hold a pert breast and squeezing it rather hard, feeling the soft fleshy orb beneath his hand and kneading it slightly, wanting to play with the princess a bit before devouring her. The hand inside of her panties was doing the same, he was slowly rubbing the outside of her slit, his fingers pressing down almost gently on her clit, even going as far as to twirl it softly between his thumb and index finger trying to get some sound out of her other than opposition.

She could feel the hunger as his eyes followed the movements of her undressing, and she had to admit that she liked him watching, and admiring her skin. It made her feel powerful for the moment that she allowed it to. As she was trapped against him again she had to hold back a gasp at the feel of his member against her back. The feel was both menacing and lust inspiring, though she kept herself from reaching back for it. The nip on her ear had more effect than anything he'd done so far as her knees went the tiniest bit weak, pressing her back closer against him. The feel of his hand had him arching her back, pressing her breast into his hand and her clit harder against his fingers. It was as if her senses had left her, as if all she could process was the feel of his skin against hers in such an intimate way on such sensitive skin. Kirra swallowed hard before pulling herself from her stupor and lunging forward, sliding her foot behind his in hope of knocking him off balance. She couldn't belive she was letting him have it so easy after she'd promised a fight. As she shifted their movement forward she also tried to twist in his grasp, to get herself to the side while he fell forward. It was after her movement had been made that she realized he was going to fall on top of her if she didn't get out of the way. And him on top was going to accelerate his taking of her, something she was trying to prolong to the proper moment.

At first Kirra seemed to submit to him, her body reacting quite favorably to his advances but then things took a turn. Instead of accepting it and moaning for him as he had hoped she lunged forward trying to break free of his grasp and putting her foot behind his in an attempt to catch him off balance. It wasn't a bad attempt, her was quite quick and with his hands so focused on touching her he didn't have that good of a hold but that wasn't enough to allow her to get the drop on him. Instead he simple balanced himself and hugged her closer to get more power on his grasp. It made what happened next too difficult to avoid though and as she twisted her body Christian could do nothing but fall with her, the princess hitting the floor on her back hard and Christian landing right on top of her. He pinned Kirra down with his body, straddling her while his hands went down on the floor, on either side of her head. "It seems you just have no luck, you try to escape again and look at what happens..." He leaned in and kissed her again but only for a short bit, trailing kisses from her mouth down to her neck where he decided to leave a very small but noticeable mark. "Hope you can explain it tomorrow..." The prince smirked before moving his hand down and although it was hard to keep her down and do it at the same time, removing her panties. With that done he unfastened his breeches, sliding them down just a ways to reveal what was contained within, his hard cock. "Now princess, perhaps if you satisfy me with your mouth I will let you keep that precious virginity... What do you say?" He had no intention of letting her keep anything but it would be all the sweeter if she believed she had a chance to avoid humiliation and perhaps she would try a bit harder with that hope.

Kirra squirmed as he pinned her hands beside her head, but the tingles that ran down her ribs at this possession were hard to deny. His kisses made her swallow deeply against her will and the way he marked her drew a gasp from her throat, thinking both of the action and mark. "You'll explain it." She hissed out to him, but the comeback was a weak one and both would know it. As he revealed her, he also revealed himself, his hard cock presenting itself now with unrestrained vigor. Her tongue slid across her lips softly, an unconscious symbol of both her nerves and desire. "I say you'll be lucky if I don't bite it off." But her tone seemed teasing as she curiously stroked a finger out to touch him. It was like touching silk steel and it made her smirk in spite of her intent to be strong against him. Just a taste, she thought to herself as she slowly lowered her face down near his large member. His masculine scent made her stomach drop and slowly her tongue flickered out to brush over the tip. Her head tilted to the side as she processed his taste, thankfully it wasn't bad. Her eyes went up to his face and held a mischievous grin as she wrapped her lips around him, letting her tongue work over the tip softly. She didn't dare take more than that, seeing as she really had no clue what she was doing, and decided to let her teeth touch him. Just to see his reaction of course, but he wasn't going to know that.

Christian had been with many women, never one that didn't want it before but he recognized some key expressions and movements that led him to believe she wasn't entirely opposed to what was being done to her. It made him smirk as she continued to act tough and resistant despite wanting it but he didn't let her know of his assumption and instead continued to watch and enjoy the situation. "If you bite it off I will kill you before I let it keep me down, you can be sure of that." He knew it wasn't going to happen and he simply licked his lips as he eyed her desirable form, his cock throbbing in anticipation of being pleasured by the virgin princess. It only got more exciting as she dropped down lower to get her face near his manhood, the woman making a slow but sure effort to connect her tongue with his cock. She seemed to be sampling the taste and he knew she wouldn't mind it, it always seemed to satisfy the other women who wanted it, their lust seeming to bring out some hidden flavor that drove them wild. The same happened for the princess as it seemed, Kirra quickly enough wrapping her lips around his head and letting her tongue explore the pink tip.

She decided to play with him though and before she even tried to continue she proceeded to let her teeth go down and mess with the sensitive skin. He didn't yelp or get nervous though and instead he reached his hand down and lightly slapped her cheek, entirely playful, "No no no Kirra, if you don't know what to do I will help you but do not bite or I will make it miserable." He warned her about biting and then took control, deciding to give her a bit of help in pleasing him, slowly getting himself into position and even more slowly beginning to thrust his hips gently back and forth his cock moving deeper into her mouth than before and then back out. "Be a good girl and make sure to suck and move your tongue around. And don't even think about moving your head." It felt amazing, her mouth was nicely sized for his big cock and while she was inexperienced it was almost better than ever, perhaps his lust towards the beautiful maiden and the situation heightening his pleasure, he simply hoped she complied with his orders and began to work a bit because then he would be in heaven and he knew it.