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~~Two weeks later~~

Gabriella had received letter's from both the Queen of Halston with her prized knight Sir Finn and the King of Bhel Garom with Sir Harold were personally coming. Leopold had taken great time to ensure his queen was up to speed with customs and mannerisms required of her for this meeting. M was always near by all things considered. No matter how hard Gabriella had tried, she could never pinpoint the woman. But if a noble woman could find an assassin than they were a bad assassin no? All of the servants were on edge as Leopold waited with his queen for their esteemed guests.

"Now my Queen, there is no need for you to be nervous, you did a stellar job in memorizing so much in such a short amount of time. Your etiquette is beyond superb and you are a quite the queen. You will do fine." Leopold smiled to her with the warmth of a proud father. He was an older man; learned, wise, patient and in his mid 70s. He has assisted the Hughes family for his entire life and he is one of the longest living members of the household who has some recollection with the entire affair as to why Hammerhold and Rothenburg hold such hatred against each other. "I am sure you will remember the Queen of Halston is a woman who has no concept of personal space and considering that she cannot have children of her own. So if she touches your stomach it is all in fair love. Lastly, I am sure you remember the old king from Bhel Garom is an old man of tradition, if you thought breaking through James was tough, you have seen nothing yet." Leopold warned her as he remained stalwart with his queen.

They arrived in what seemed to be a carriage made of am almost wondrous glass. The carriage itself was pulled by what looked like some lovely black horses. Sir Finn stepped out and helped a woman come out of the carriage. She sported rich, smooth, caramel skin and the kind of bust that put any she had seen to shame. She was a tall woman as well, statuesque with black hair that put the night to shame. She wore a lovely white dress with a long slit down which exposed her beautiful leg. She strode over to Gabriella with Finn next to her. Finn who was no small man, was a little shorter than she was. Finn looked to all three of them with a winning smile as he bowed before them all and turned to his queen with a bow and then introduced her.

"Allow me to introduce you Queen of Rothenburg Gabriella Eloise Huges to the Queen of Halston to the South, The Dragon Empress, The Queen of Unmatched Martial Strength, The Sun Goddess, Queen Alizansa Ignasna Solun." Finn had introduced her properly as they had a chance to properly be seen by the queen but he was the definition of a handsome rogue. Long black hair with that same warm skin but athletically toned from what seemed to be years of swimming, a smooth and powerful jaw line and haunting blue eyes. Alizansa walked over and carefully hugged Gabriella as she looked down to her. She looked at her stomach with a deep sense of longing.

"That looks as precious as you do. But look at you, you have the glow of a mother... not that I would know. But all things considered, it is wonderful to invite me. And to see how a woman can truly improve this castle after the men have run it into the ground." Alizanza spoke as she looked around. Halston is from the lush and bright south, it is known for its beaches, fruitful times, beautiful woman but also their occasional dragon attacks. At least according to the old legends. Halston is supported by a vast sea trade and fishing trade and beauiful textiles. Rothenburg and Halston are frequent trading partners.

"Yes, break down what men have spend their lives building." An older man with a cane walked forward. His face looked warn and broken from years of strife, He looked exhausted to even be alive but he still was. His skin was pale and yet his eyes still sharp, his body seemed to be more stubborn than the stone itself. He had a long, white beard and his hair had long since quit. However, even in his advanced age he still looked to be a strong man, if anything the size of his body alluded to the fact that in his younger days he looked much more like Julian in terms of being rather large. Harold had walked out and bowed to everyone involved.

Harold was a gruff, yet handsome man. Aged and experienced. He was a respectful knight who had seen many battles, who wears his heart on his sleeve as he assisted his much older king, who seemed to stubborn to die. Harold still carried his sword and shield and it looked like their carriage was one of functional design and it was pulled by some other beast of burden. Those were most likely oxen. But now Gabby was face to face with royalty from other countries and this little meeting held the lives of so many as allies were important in times of war.

"This is the Iron Back Emperor Sven Kongslang of Bhel Garom. Fourth of his name, seventh of his bloodline, the iron blood, the stone heart king and the guardian against the damned." Bhel Garom was a prosperous ore mining city built into a massive mountain and volcano to the north. It's people were hearty and stout. Built for war and battle and for little else. They are all very practical and have the most defensible position among all the kingdoms and arguably the post powerful army. Except for the supposed demons that live beneath the volcano that wait to come eat the people of Bhel Garom.

And this was Gabby's war.

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The journey to Hammerhold was long and quite boring. Not to mention without his lovely wife around, James had no way to release his pent up sexual energy. It made for a rather rough trip. But soon enough he reached the mountainside that held Hammerhold. It went on for miles until at the very top of a mountainside there was a massive keep with high walls and several ominous towers that stood as a testament to defiance. He would have to be defiant of his own loins as even trusting a whore here could prove fatal, no doubt there could be an assassin at every corner of this walled city.

As they reached inside, it already looked as if Hammerhold had prepared for war. There were guards everywhere, all of the stalls were hidden away and James soon enough felt the pressure of being in a foreign land where everyone wanted to murder you. It was quite the harrowing experience as he felt countless eyes of hatred all over him. It was nothing new actually, hate was a common emotion towards him. If anything, he felt more at home here. But these tight city spaces were different, they added more buildings. It seemed the city was expanding and they planned to keep everything hidden within the walls of Hammerhold. Their armor was thicker than before as well, who knew what other things were hidden inside of the houses.

The normally vibrant trade center that kept this castle town alive was set down to a grave silence that made a cemetery seem vibrant. They eventually reached the massive monolith of the theocratic kingdom of Hammerhold, The Unending Spire, a rotund man soon walked out surrounded by a rather vile entourage of religious nutbags all surrounded him. The Round man and James have a very intense stare as they meet in the middle, all of the formalities aside, they shake their hands and only glare into each others eyes with the fury of a tyhpoon meeting with a volcano erupting.

"James, it is good to see you." The large man spoke as he tried to over power him. James only looked up to him with a look of disgust. The man was blind in one eye but he had thick, innocent cherub cheeks and a wholesome yet sinister smile. He was a little taller than James as he looked down to him like the oppressive god he thought he was. James always believed that Hammerhold was always built as a display of human decadence hidden away in piety. He hated the hypocritical of this place. He may have been asshole, but at least he was an honest asshole about it.

"Raphael, I guess it is good to see you as well." James flexed a little strength as they remained in stare down that was colder than steel but more fiery than lava. James knew he had to be careful, his life was truly on the line here. He was always glad he chose to chase down Julian as a child. He brought his rapier with him. He had no doubt that these men were going to die by the end of this journey and he might have a new scar to show for this visit. It might be why his brain decided to give him a beard in his dream. How did that even happen.

"I have a lovely me-"

"I am not hungry Raphael, just show me too my room. I am exhausted from travel." And with that curt meeting, the duel among kings began.

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The sex between them came fast as furious, as came their spring-like whirlwind romance. They picked up their official paper work, she soon officially had access to Julian's finances -being a thrifty knight had its benefits- and they spent their evenings together.

It was truly blissful, until that last week. The knight took over and he became understandably distant and militant. He was never once short with Lydia but the warmth she grew to expect cooled. Their intimacy cooled as he came home more and more exhausted from the preparations. And though he never once mentioned it, he was afraid. Who wouldn't be?

He slept in a cold sweat, he was barely able to rest, he woke up in the middle of the night and only held onto Lydia in a desperate attempt to feel her as what felt for the last time. He never stopped telling Lydia how much he loved her at every moment he could, especially as the day for his deployment came closer. He made sure to clear out a room as much as he could have before he left. His eyes spoke of a longing deeper and wider than the sea as he kissed her one last time and that morning...

He was gone. He only left a note with his will and a note of his undying love just incase. The will was freshly written, no doubt taking into account their recent marriage. But he was soon at the front lines.

Rows and rows of men on horseback were prepared as ordered by James. Siege weaponry was prepared and there was something else set by James but that was for a separate plan. The army soon marched forth for Hammerhold for a surprise attack. War was only a spark away.
 
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Leopold was quite the comfort in James' absence. The budding Queen soaked up the information like a sponge and the wise man of Rothenburg did not mind being bombarded with questions and always had an answer. The idea that M was always a ring away was also comforting. She hadn't really thought of the silent and deadly being lurking in the shadows since she wanted Jade dead. There was so much to do that she hardly had time to think about how she hated the whore. Her mind was so focused on how to sway her uncle to their doors and gaining valuable knowledge about their allies that it almost eluded her the reason as to why she felt a little nauseous. At the very thought, a smile spread across her lips. Lydia was mostly to her own devices. Gabriella knew that Julian would have to join his King soon enough and wanted to give her friend the remaining time with her husband.

The queasiness was easy enough to push back, for now. More importantly, she listened to the reassuring words of Leopold. The Queen of Halstom did not seem to be the hard one but Sven did. James was not too hard to get through to, but there was no way that Gabriella was going to use such hauntingly sensual moves to get into the old man Sven's favor. A noticeable face emerged from a carriage and a warm smile graced that ivory regal face of her before a lovely and exotic figure of obvious nobility was escorted before her and introduced with a plethora of names. It was a shame that the pleasant woman before her could not bear children of her own.

There was no harm in the attention that the Queen of Rothenburg's belly received. It proved rather heartwarming. That bright white smile was replaced with a smirk as the old Emperor Bhel Garom made his appearance with a critique of another at the ready. Graciously did the emerald-eyed hostess curtsey with a grace becoming of a native from her former snow laden home. "Emperor Sven, my father has told me great tales of your battles. It is truly an honor to have this meeting with you." There was nothing but genuine seriousness in her tone of voice before she stood straight from that courtesy and smiled humbly at the exotic woman that was Queen Alizanza. "I hope that you would care to share many times with us." A hand hovered over her womb in emphasis. "I have always wished to visit the lush lands of Halston. I can only imagine it a lovely place for a child to explore and learn under a kind Queen such as yourself. Now, enough of this small talk. Let me welcome you to our home and treat you to something to eat. You must be exhausted after such a trip."

The dining hall was made into a comfortable setting. The table was lined with delicious food from both the Rothenburg and Dwinmer culture for their guests to sample. High back and comfortable chairs fitting the noble status of her guests and enough ale and wine to last for days. "Sir Fin, Sir Harold it is lovely to see you again. I was very impressed with how you held yourselves at the tournament." Best to wrap things clean off from the get-go. "I would ask your opinions of Sir Roderick's unfortunate death. No doubt Hammerhold is upset, but I would welcome another's view on the matter especially from skilled nobility such as yourself." The kid gloves were off. Gabriella was a pregnant Queen weighting the scales with their current allies. Perhaps the hormones removed any filters and had her going straight for what was important and that was their alliance.
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Donovan was the newly appointed King of the Kingdom of Dwinmer. Their Kingdom was blanketed in snow over half of the year. A powdered white wonderland with skills of survival unlike any have ever seen. Berries are grown and preserved in freezing temperatures and the food was a treat in this isolated kingdom. Fighting was a common past time and braving the harsh cold winds. Men were often seen with facial hair for added warmth and fur was a common choice in clothing. Former King Otho loved his Kingdom just as he loved his son and daughter.

It was a safe haven for those who happened by the kingdom. Their precious and knowledgable princess and their valiant prince were so ideal. Yet there was so much more to their royal family than anyone would care to know. Donovan was graced with his sister when he was ten years old. He vowed to protect her with his life as his mother said that he should before Gabriella was even born. Otho found his son was consumed in the care for his baby sister. It led the man to worry as they got older. Missions and training were grounded into the boy with the lesson that you could not depend on others to protect his precious sister if he himself could not. After another venture in another small town was where the fit and devilishly handsome King Donovan received news that his sister had been wed.

This was news to him. There was no hint that their father had plans to wed his beloved sister to the lewdest of Princes! Oh, word got around. Prince James frequented the brothels. After killing off a rebellious lord the new King took a handful of his men and made hast to the Kingdom of Rothenburg. It was a very long venture, but he had to see how his sister was fairing. A few thieves and Marauders had to be cut down along the way by his very sword. Nights spent beneath the stars. This was a rugged and earthy noble. A thick beard and thick brows hid most of his face with the exception of those piercing green eyes that matched his sisters.
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Lydia cherished every moment with her husband and as much as she would have loved to keep the man at her side, their King needed him. Night after night was spent in passion and anxiety. While confident at first there was an ever-growing fear housed in the center of her being along with their child. What if Julian never returned? What if this child was the only piece of Julian that she would have left? The new hormones were making things worse. After seeing Julia off there was a little moment of crying. Already she missed him and was worried.

Her face was cleaned up and the dress straightened out before the head Lady in Waited returned to her neglected duties and sought out her Queen. She knew that today was an important day and that Gabriella had very important guests coming by. Straight to the kitchen she and gather a tray with warm tea and entered the dining hall in a silent and still beautiful glory. The girl had an angelic look about her, but the glow of motherhood put the halo to shame. The smile and relief to see her friend was clear in those eyes. The tea was offered up to each guest was a light smile and a lovely little belly behind it.
 

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"Queen, please, you may call me Ali. It is the fairest of niceties I can currently offer you. But to that old coot who refused to die You shall call me by my proper name Queen Solun." The shift between her sweet and hot natures was about as swift as a whip as Sven only pushed by to Gabriella and offered her a polite bow at least. "And as long as I am here Queen Gab I hope to share in as much as I can with you. After all, there is more than the beauty of this castle here. I also do hope that when you have your children that you visit us down in Halston, as you have so kindly welcomed us to your home we shall welcome you with the same kind of warmth that rivals the sun." Alizansa offered Gabriella a warm smile and another hug as she walked by as Finn came towards her.

"My queen, please do not mind her too much. She does that at home too. She fawns over everyone with a baby... maybe one day she will tell you her tale." Finn soon followed up after his mistress as Sven walked over and offered her the best bow he could at his age. She could almost hear his bones creak like a door without oil in its hinges. Harold offered a full bow in the place of his king.

"Thank you for your invitation in these trying times Queen of Rothenburg. Hopefully, things will go swimmingly and we can reach some kind of accord." Sven and Harold both left together as they all left tot he dining room. Sven actually found this part quite enjoyable. He was still a glutton despite being an older man and he should be watching what he eats. Alizansa also seemed to enjoy the food with Finn. Harold was much more reserved in this entire situation.

"As you saw from me, Rodrick disrespect you, himself, and your lovely lady in waiting with his actions. Although Julian's actions were a little extreme, the years of animosity between both of your countries was well warranted of swift action. Rodrick stepped out of line with his vile action and he deserved what he got." Harold spoke honestly as he ate patiently. "To be also quite frank, Hammerhold honestly bothers me. There is something about that place that weirds me out and makes my soul cold. For all of their speeches on god, they are nothing but decadent liars and personally, things would be better off without them.

"If it were up to me, we should all just go and get rid of them anyway because fuck em? Rodrick is an asshole and like Harold said, Hammerhold is weird. I do not like a single thing about them. I mean, have you not heard that they force their kingdom to give up all their money to god? They starve for god and their king eats like a fat cat. And thats not even the half of it. James was another reason they were into some shit before. When he tortured Raphael' daughter..." There was a collective head smack as even Finn suddenly felt stupid. "Yeah I messed that up didn't I."

"Really? You couldn't even go one day without mentioning that incident?" Sven scolded Finn as the entire dinner went silent as even Leopold went rather silent and curt.

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James had quickly gone to his room as he had a separate bag of salted meats prepared and set carefully. He quickly puts away his things as he has a certain guard step inside with him. It was a beautiful red haired woman stepped through and took out a practice foil. Her emerald eyes looked over to James with a sigh as she shrugged and James took out his practice foil as well. The pair did warm ups without so much as a word, the silence felt oppressive as the pair soon practiced their fencing. They remained in silence as this woman continued to point out flaws in his overall technique.

"James, unless you get smart, we are both going to die here and this is one place I do not want to die in." The woman turned to to the side as she pulled out a flask and she took a drink. "You know I hate suicide missions but that is what you basically put us in here for. And for what? Since when did you become a hopeless romantic? That girl really must have made you stupid." She put her drink away as she waited as James stood up.

"You may not realize this Sybil. But Rothenburg, as a country is slowly running on empty. We have not made a significant discovery that has pushed us in the forefront of war or anything else. We only have our trade routes. If we lose those we have nothing. But... if we take over Hammerhold... we can take over the one resource that Hammerhold holds over everyone. Blind, unyielding devotion to any wild cause one wish. We can push these people to the ground for the sake of Rothenburg and I am more than willing to turn Hammerhold into a graveyward of forgotten families if my baby boy lives in prosperity Sybil. Never forget that."

"Never mind James... you are still as fucking crazy as ever. And I still think at least I am going to die." The pair resumed their fencing.

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The army continued to march on as they eventually hit a spot of rest. Julian's heart remained uneasy as his thoughts moved to his wife. Was she fine? Was she putting new lovely things into their home? Would he be even able to see it? Would he want a boy? A girl? Currently, a little girl who hated that she was tall like her father sounded to be the cutest thing to him. But he sadly had no time for such warm thoughts. The general continued to plan their thoughts as Julian had gone to a separate tent. There were several of M's assassin's there. Julian passed them all a letter as they read it. They took a moment to memorize it and with a slow nod, the group moved forward.

It would be about another week before they were in position. Close enough to move in relatively quickly but far enough to not be seen, but he was worried for his friend. That was the most dangerous place for a man like him after what he had done five years ago. It was something he honestly regretted.
 

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It was adorable to hear that the Queen of Halston was so quick to be on friendlier terms so quickly. Gabriella would be a fool to reject such kind offerings and returned it in kind. "I am humbled and in return, please... call me Gabby. We know both of our titles, so I see no need for them in our less formal moments." That smile was as pure as the soul blossoming within her womb. However, lately, the glowing Gabby had become somewhat of a switch. From happy, to pissed off, to a mess of tears in the drop of a dime. So far all was well. "Oh Sir Fin, it is actually welcomed. In my husband's absence, I have been feeling a little lonely, so I find Ali's affection quite refreshing and much needed."

The ebony haired hostess felt very honored as the highly revered Emperor Sven bowed before her. "Oh please, Emperor Sven, you have no reason to call me by my title as I fell asleep as a child to your harrowing and exciting tales. You may call me what you find most comfortable." As everyon made themselves comfortable and delved into the spread of food laid out, those mesmerizing eyes looked from the well-aged man and to his knight. "I have heard much about you as well Sir Harold. I have the same uneasy feeling about Hammerhold. Though I've only heard tales, they are enough to put a bad taste in my mouth." There was no avoiding the incident with Sir Roderick and it was best to discuss it. "Julian is a valiant, powerful, and noble knight, but his passion for his King, Queen, and the love of his life did get away from him. That being said, I do not think that Sir Roderick will be missed. He lacked common sense. In the end, his death was his own undoing."

Lydia sat at her Queen's side and sipped upon some tea. Both glowing women sipped and listened as more knowledge about Hammerhold was spilled. The Kingdom sounded like a problem waiting to happen. It sounded as though whether or not Sir Roderick's death had happened, they would have butted head with Hammerhold over something else just as trivial. I was only a matter of time. Gabriella was mid-sip when Sir Finn spilled the beans. Eyes looked down to the ripples that danced upon the amber surface of the fragrant tea that occupied her cup as it was set down.

"I have heard things about James. How he frequented brothels and have witnessed his harsh affections towards the fairer sex, but a Princess? James may be harsh, but would he do something that could do such damage to an allied nation? A whore is one thing, but a Princess? James is nothing if not methodical. How did Rothenburg even remain teetering allies after such a thing?" It was a genuine question. Those eyes looked up from the tea and to those who shared her company as a hand came to rest upon her belly. It was a new self-comforting habit.

"Not only that... we were most likely destined to go to war with Hammerhold. It was only a matter of time. Those people can not live under such a gluttonous King. They must be given an alternative. The idea of people starving... I just can't stand it. I know that we can not help everyone, but we can damn well try. My next question is where do the Kingdoms stand if... when this war takes place? The Kingdom Dwinmer will, no doubt provide assistance, though it will take some time getting them here."

"Your Majesty... you must not stress yourself. It is not good for the baby." Lydia uttered with a tone of concern only to be given a reassuring smile.

"This child will be strong as will I." The heavy sigh was not too reassuring but onward she pushed. "After this, Lydia and I will happily show you to where you will be residing. I am so happy to have you here."
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Braving rain and harsh winds, rough nights, and random raids. Donovan was nothing if not determined to see about his sister. His men insisted that they return to the Kingdom. After being crowned King the rugged son of Otho spent little time in their Kingdom afterward. What King fought battles like a knight rather than sit upon his throne watching over his people? It seemed unlike their new King to stay still. His father still managed things in his sted with growing agitation.

New reached his ears of a possible war involving Rothenburg and another Kingdom. It lit a fire in those haunting green eyes. How many lives had he already taken? What was a few more in his sister's honor? Not a drop of her blood would be spilled if he could handle it. He could only imagine the arrogant James perched upon his throne surrounded by a harem as his poor sister dutifully did as her station required. Such thoughts pissed him to no end and had him riding his horse to exhaustion.
 

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There was a hush among the group of them as there was a collective amount of either shame or guilt. No one could tell what. Gabby could tell Finn just felt bad for letting this secret out, no doubt his mistress was going to beat him for weeks over it. Leopold also seemed rather ashamed about it as he thought he should have told her but he just didn't have the heart too, he didn't wish to tell his lovely queen the worst of his decisions. Ali had heard of it and it was obvious on her face that what James had done left a sour taste in her mouth, the way her brow furrowed and how her forehead strained showed everyone her frustration.

"If you really do not know." Sven began as he put down his cup and his plate as he tried to sit up more straight. Sven motioned for everyone to move in a little more closely as he cleared out his throat. "There was almost a war but Hammerhold and Rothenburg had decided to settle this situation with a marriage between James and Raphael's eldest daughter Vanessa. She wasn't the most beautiful woman, certainly no where near as lovely as you are. But she was an earnest woman and she tried her best. James had done her best to woo her, even though many at the party already doomed the marriage. The James you married was a shadow of his former self, if you thought he was bad now. There were only a handful of people who know what truly happened that day. So this is a secret that remains with us. Both sides have their own lies about that night, Hammerhold though is in the right. No matter what the Rothenburg records say that Hammerhold tried to pawn off a barren woman in an attempt to destroy the royal line, it was James' fault." Sven took a moment to drink a little bit of wine for his dry throat after all that talking a deep sigh.

"James used honeyed words to lead his wife away to a room off to the side off the castle. No one found them for over 15 hours. But what was found was James just spent in a bath tub and Vanessa except she was no longer there. The tortures he made that young woman endure were unspeakable. Lost nipple, piercings, flaying, ritualistic scarring, sliced through her eye, and more injuries than what I wish to count. Over time her wounds became gangrenous and doctors were forced to chop off so much more flesh. She was ruined. She now lives in a tower, alone like some sort of animal as she hopes for vengeance. And all James said a the time was "She said she couldn't have children, what use is a woman that can't have children?" The bad blood remained. There was a good deal of hush money that was given to Hammerhold to keep this quiet but Raphael only used it as a rallying cry. James was now the devil and that devil is inside of the most dangerous place possible for him. I hope he is quite good at his chess games. He will need it. But, a nice rest after a long trip does sound lovely. Can we go exploring the capital after wards?" Sven did seem like a bit more youthful with the thought of exploring.

"Maybe someone should let me use that room to beat up my dear Finn. Ali quickly quipped as Finn only shook his head. Leopold only kept to himself as maids that were led by Lydia took their guests to their rooms. They were all wonderfully lavish rooms with red and gold trimmings and covers, the colors of Rothenburg as expected. The knights had equally nice rooms and they were near their lord and lady. Leopold did walk up to Gabby and seemed rather sullen.

"I apologize... I feel like I should have warned you but... that has been a secret for the last five years. But he has changed since then."

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After several hours of practice it was time for a most likely awkward dinner with Raphael. He was not looking forward to it, especially since he expected his handiwork to show up. He changed into a suit and grabbed his weapon, though the moment he left is room; both of the knights were still there so that was a good sign. He half expected them to be dead. So this was most likely a ploy for him to lower his guard before a meal. He walked downstairs to a massive feast of foods he did not trust. Especially any of the soups. The only issue was, every single dish was cooked in some sort of liquid. The poison tasters tasted around casually as James walked along and noticed that the tables were people, people who were being punished most likely.

"Are you feeling refreshed James?" The dancers that floated around here in their flowing sashes were also another trick. "You need to relax a little." All of the loud music and rambunctious noise made him a little dizzy with paired with all of the naked dancers. "Or are you thinking about my daughter that you destroyed?" In a cold sweat James turned over and found Raphael in the middle of smoking something as he continued to indulge himself. James remained outside as he decided to keep himself by a corner. It was the safest place to be, no one could come from any place and surprise him. In about an hour his tasters did verify that things were fine but from the corner of his eye he saw her within the dancers.

Vanessa.

A disfigured hag with now, only one breast and a mask that covered her face, a single, soulless white eye that peered into his soul. Her once rosy skin was the pallor of a corpse with the same icy consistency. The her fingers looked more like some monstrous claw than a hand. That smile, that crooked smile filled with maggots. He remembered that he pulled out her teeth but to think that maggots grew there horrified James. That same scar from her empty eye hole down her throat -which ruined her ability to talk- and down her body was still there. That had to be her. There was only one woman he destroyed like that.

He took a moment and that moment turned into a minute, he kept his tasters near by as his nervousness was obvious.
 

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Gabriella was not upset at anyone. However, the silence that met her question was eerily silent in a bone-chilling manner. There was almost enough time to rescind her question before the eldest of the bunch stepped forward. Was Gabby going to regret this? Everyone had skeletons in their closet, but she had not considered how worse her husband's personality may have been before he was forced into this arranged marriage. Now here there was talk of torturing another Princess. That hand remained upon her belly as patiently she waited for the story that would have her mind reeling with thoughts. A few tears were blinked back as Sven so smoothly changed topics. Gabriella tried her hardest to hide that she almost broke down in tears and managed to do so rather well. The woman was so surprised that she was not even sure who she was about to cry for. That poor woman who was so viciously tortured because of things beyond her control or the fact that her husband had just walked into a lion's den and was almost sure to die.

"Of course, Emperor Sven. Get comfortable and we can explore the Capital to your heart's content. Ali... do not be harsh on Finn. I appreciate being told something so important rather than being left in the dark." One deep breath and she watched as their guests were led out of the lavished dining hall. "It is okay Leopold. I think that he has changed too because that is not the James that I know. Still... I am worried about how easily I have accepted that to be the truth. It is something that James is capable of. Have I no faith in my own husband? My King?" Now her mind was getting the best of her and taking off on its own.

The sound of the servants cleaning up the spread snapped their Queen out of her thoughts. "Let me get freshened up and I will have the carriages ready for the trip to the capital. Needless to say, we must have the best knights for such a gathering of nobility. I feel a little uneasy with such important people out in the open."One more deep breath and slipper covered feet walked their owner to her bedchambers where the mother to be finally broke down and swore out loud. The woman was angry about crying in the first place! There was no time for such things, but she missed James so much. The idea that he may not return hurt far worse than she had thought as his grave was dug deeper by such revealing news. Hot tears streamed down the ivory cheeks of the former snowbird. It took some mental scolding to get herself to calm down.

With a clean face and well practiced and almost painful smile, she stood at the castle doors where knights and an opulent and comfortable open carriage awaited. The weather was too gorgeous with a welcomed breeze to be trapped in an enclosed carriage. The sights of the Capital were worth seeing and Gabriella, a foreigner herself, could attest to that.
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Donovan was covered in days of sweat, grime, and the blood of enemies. Anyone who sought to harm him was deemed unworthy to grace this earth. The last thing that a sword-wielding marauder would see were the cold dead eyes of a man on a mission before a roar rang out and it turned out to be too late. A step in the wrong direction and the thrusting of a sword left one man impaled upon the end of a swore with the hilt adorned with the crest of Dwinmer. A heraldic display that consisted of the silhouette of a wolf's head crossed with a sword and an ax upon a shield background. The crest of Dwinmer with gems of their country's color of blue and white.

Then two men accompanying their prince knew well to sit this one out. "What does that make? Fourteen?" The stocky male with nary a hair upon his shining hair sighed as he sat upon his horse in well-worn armor as he looked down upon his King and the body that joined countless others upon their journey.

"We are going to make some serious enemies if His Highness does not rein back the murderous intentions. We could reach your sister if we did not stop to fight every man that thought to rob us of our coin purse." The other companion upon his white house utter with a bit of an irritated tone. Both spoke with casualty suggesting close companionship with the blood-covered Donovan who mounted his black stallion with a huff. "Keep running your mouths and I'll hand you off as offerings to King James." The name was spoken with such malice, but that was quickly pushed aside.

Both men laughed and followed suit. "We should stop by the next village. You need a bath and I need some ale and a wench to warm a bed with me. The ground is hurtin' my arse." Donovan neither confirmed or denied the idea, but it was a possibility. Especially since he should be at his sister's side sooner than he thought.
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Lydia was thoroughly busy with taking care of the guests and making sure the servants had things prepared. Silently she felt worried for her Queen. James sounded like the devil himself and yet Gabby loved him. It had her wondering just what skeletons lingered in Julian's closet if any at all. Then her mind wondered just how well he was fairing. Sure... Julian had killed Sir Roderick, which must have been a blow to the ego for the King of Hammerhold, but James mutilated their Princess.

If anyone would be killed for their deed it would most likely be James and Lydia felt the need to go to church for she found herself wishing that if a life had to be taken, let it not be Julians. The was a slight nauseousness as the blonde haired beauty stood up from her chair to continue with her duties, but it was easily swallowed and pushed aside as she led their guest to the carriage. Fresh air was just what they needed.

"Please if anyone needs anything, you need only ask." With the grace and mannerisms bred into her, Lydia bowed that lovely head of her before joining at Gabriella's side. "Sir Harold and Sir Finn are welcome to join the others in the carriage or have your horses at the ready should you wish to ride alongside the carriage. Take your pick."

Gabriella admired her friend and was comforted by Leopold's presence and it showed in how eased the glowing and relaxed the Queen appeared to be. "Please, Ali... sit by me." A sweet request backed by a beckoning and friendly smile from Queen to Queen before they would take off. Gabriella learned quite a bit about the Capital, but Leopold knew it all. A vault of wisdom and he marvel Gabriella to no end, since the day they were introduced.
 
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Leopold listened to his queen and offered her a warm smile and a gentle hug. "It isn't that my queen, it is that you have seen the best and the worst sides of your husband and you know, better than anyone in this world, what he is truly capable of. You know of the great love he can give, you know of the great pain he can give. So, do not doubt yourself please. I can attest that in all my years educating the young man, this has been the most mellow I have ever seen him. And that is thanks to you, the way you bring a brightness to his heart in only the way you can. The way you accept those dark impulses but enjoy those light ones. I dare say, there is no greater handler for our errant king than you my queen and it has only been such a short time. You are a true natural." Leopold let her go as he allowed his queen a moment for the royals to head to their rooms and to unpack, freshen up and prepare for the day's events.

As she had her moment. The hormones were torture, but they could be a sweet reminder of the pain James inflicted on her. The wild highs and lows this growing life gave her mimicked those times a little too well. Soon enough they were by the carriages as they headed to the city. Sven, being the stubborn old man that he was, didn't wish for any help as he forced himself inside of his carriage. Ali had changed into something a bit more suited for a day out in the city; she was in a glorious pair of beige form fitting pants and a black shirt. And it was quite the form, there was a reason she was a martial queen. Her amazonian shape caused nearly every head to turn, even some of the maids blushed as they looked over. Finn also looked to have been viciously whipped for his bad choice of words but he accepted it and moved along.

"Of course Gabby. I would love to join you." Ali stepped right into the carriage with ease, even with a body as robust and as full as hers, she moved as easily as any man did. There was no daintiness in her movement. She took a seat next to her and crossed her legs as she looked over with a look of excited glee. "So please tell me, what sorts of things should we be expect? I have not visited Rothenburg since I was a young woman, but I wish to try and see if there is anything that could fit. But also, I am quite curious to see how our trade routes have been. There are so many things we are doing now and Rothenburg is our most important trade partner. I will do what I can. But we have our own issues. But Sir Finn will gladly step in to assist Julian. And I must visit when your stomach is bigger. Just to see you swell with joy." Ali snuggled up closely as a sign of both affection and jealousy with Gabby. The young queen could tell, there was a deep sadness in Ali over the fact she could not have children. "We must send letters after this meeting Gabby, keep me posted."

But soon enough the capital greeted them with the gusto expected them of a bustling trade city. Sven even had a smile as he explored the city like a small child. Harold remained close as Ali examined all of the sweet confectioneries that were available for purchase. The additional security did ensure that the criminal element of the city remained at bay. There were no pick pockets, no rapes or murders. Not a single person dared to do anything. Leopold and Sven ended up taking off as fast friends, the elder pair took solace in their knowledge as Leopold took that burden from his queen for now. Sven even picked up some small toys for his grandchildren back home and Ali did managed to find some lovely dress shops that worked with a woman of her size. Lydia's quick thinking with a large husband did save the day with that.

Finn was obviously a little busy trying to get himself a little action in the city. He was a handsome man and well connected. While Harold actually tried to avoid it to do his duty. Sven only pushed him away and forced him to interact with women. Even Gabby found new things now as a blossoming mother, there were so many cute shops with small toys, bassinets, beds and other adorable additions. Ali already tried to drag Gabby in for a look. So far, things looked to be going well.

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It was moment in time, gripped by the sins he committed and it seemed to pull him deeper into a quagmire damnation he could not escape from. Vanessa's head tilted in a confused manner as their eyes locked. Jame's blood ran cold as the face of his most callous act stayed remained there, and yet, not a single person acted against her. Not Raphael, not the dancers, not the slaves. No one. As the sweet smoke continued to rise, this specter inched closer and closer. His hand soon trembled as the air itself soon went cold, he felt as if death reached out to take his soul and the worst part was, there was nothing he could do against death. Soon enough the foul smell of gangrene and feces overpowered James' nostrils. It almost made him retch but no one came to help him, he felt alone and trapped inside of his foul, fetid prison of flesh. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head as Raphael was soon in front of him with a wide grin across his lips.

"James, you look like you are suffering from a case of wasting sickness. Perhaps you need a spot of tea or something?" Raphael gets tea for the both of them as James' skepticism stops him from drinking the tea. Though Raphael drinks the tea soon enough, James remains quiet for a moment as he finally takes a small sip. He trusted his palette to detect anything poison in this tea. If he drank this tea, he might have an antidote. But there were only berries, cloves and sugar. He drank the tea and soon felt a little more calm. "James, you may have killed my daughter, but our god does preach forgiveness. I have to forgive you, even though my people wish for your head. But do not worry. You are safe here, anything happening to you here would cause an incident we do not want." Raphael gave him a smile as he returned to the party, James rubbed his temples as he had his tasters follow him inside.

Maybe he was a little too paranoid...
 

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Gabriella sported a lax smile that had not seen the light of day since the King of Rothenburg left on his potentially suicidal mission in the name of his country. It was a smile that was warranted in the company of a naturally alluring and kind woman that she had just met. It felt a warmth akin to what a loving family gives off. Given how far she was from her very own family, it should not have been too much of a surprise that she was longing for that kind of bond with a few risque desires lingering on the sidelines. James' absence did not make it any better. "I understand and gladly accept Sir Finn's assistance in Julian's absence. You leave him in good hands." A slight tease on the hormonal woman's part. Gabby adored Ali. There was both a warmth and a sadness that led the young Queen to press a light kiss to the very corner of her latest female companion's lips. "I hope that you will be very involved in this child's life. I will write to you and we will visit as often as possible." The snuggling had Gabriella feeling content and a little on the aroused side. A side that hadn't peaked with anyone else since her husband's absence, until now.

It was cute to see the well seasoned Emperor smiling as they reached their destination. A certain hyper-observant woman could not help but point out the budding relationship between Leopold and Sven. It was adorable and as they walked through the bustling crowd that proved to be a various melting pot of foreign and native, there was something always new to behold. In one of the stalls there sat a familiar looking trinket. The gleam of a deep sapphire blue gem instantly caught her eye. It was a favored gem in Dwinmer. This particular gem was huge and roosted upon the top of a sleek and sturdy looking walking stick, held in place by steel prongs. The smooth clarity of the polished gem put the glorious azure skies to shame. The polished handle was sturdy and left the eyes to marvel at the grain of the cherry wood stem of the lovely piece.

It was a gift the reminded her of home. As the portly shop attendant stood and watched the emotions and admirations, portrayed by her Queen's facial expressions and delicate touch the fellow Dwinmer villager knew just how much care was put into that walking stick. "Your Majesty? May I help you?" Gabriella was pulled out of her stupor and looked at the smile and kind face that greeted her. Rather than words, a few gold coins were fished from a royal blue satchel with twisted gold tassels. It was far more than what the walking stick was worth, but it was a gift from her home to a man that would prove to be a loving asset to her new family.

Already there were some nefarious ideas in mind that should suffice for more than a gift to show her appreciation and fondness for the lovely looking Ali, however, there was a spontaneous desire to show her gratitude to the kind and dependable Leopold. The statuesque head-turning woman was busy browsing more clothing as the walking stick was neatly wrapped up and presented to the elated Gabby. The shopping and the tour continued longer than initially planned. The sights were soaked in, along with the history of Rothenburg.

The knowledge and experience were so enjoyable that it took longer than usual to notice the soreness in a certain pair of petite feet. Their purchases were all ordered to be delivered to the castle if not held by their owner or one of the knights. A much-needed rest was taken at that lovely little sweet destination that Julian had taken Lydia and Gabby to. Here was where Gabriella presented the special walking stick to Leopold. "In my husband's absence, Leopold has been an amazing source of comfort and guidance. I saw this and wanted to give this to you as a way of saying 'thank you' for all that you've done for me." This day turned out to be rather joyful and made the fit of nerves that lurked in the pit of her stomach seemed all for not. "Is there anything you care to see before we head back and see to what plans and thoughts we may have between our kingdoms before cleaning up for the evenings? No doubt Sir Finn might want a little alone time to get to know the women of Rothenburg." Another tease at the Knight's attempt at hooking up with the fairer flesh.
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Donovan had one too many at the next town over and his thoughts got away with him. The surrounding air of the simple room wreaked of perfume and sex. Three female nude bodies lay strewn about the King's naked body with a well-endowed length member laying limp on one of those powerful thighs and red from such savage lovemaking. All three women had black hair in various styles but curves that went on for days. Bite marks more than evident on asses, shoulders, and thighs. Red handprints suggested that things got rather rough though the women would far from complaining, judging by their sexual exhaustion and the content looks upon their faces as they slept.

A calloused and large hand covered the rugged man's face and dragged down past that grizzle beards with an almost regretful groan. A sudden thumping resounded from the other side of the wooden wall behind the bed and the sexual cries of a very vocal woman sounded. It was very annoying and it made the male that was still trying to mentally get himself together all the more annoyed to hear the familiar voice of one of his men feebling attempting some rather poor dirty talk in sync with the noise. This was supposed to be a quick rest and it got a little out of hand. The women were left to sleep as the huge frame maneuvered to the edge and threw those hairy muscular legs over the edge.

The floor was littered with various attire. His trousers were found bunched up in the corner of the room. Boots on opposite sides of the room. It took a moment to put himself back into a presentable manner. At some point he must have even gotten washed since the dried blood upon his body was nowhere to be found. A mighty fist pounded upon the wall with a deep voice announcing, "Round it up ya bald-headed bastard. Get Malik when you're done and let's get going before I leave without ya."

A burst of laughter sounded from the other side of the wall as Javen listened and jammed that cock home and was rewarded with a lovely shrill cry and a cum filled women before crudely pulling out and going about getting dressed. "Don't threaten me with a good time, your Majesty..."
 
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Ali only smiled as Gabby had pulled her in for that kiss, it would be a lie on the woman's part if she did not wish to steal the Queen of Rothenburg away from that dog James. Even if it was for a night or two. Still, that little gesture meant a lot to Ali. Regardless, today was a lovely day for one with an adventurous soul and youthful at heart. Sven bought quite a bit for poor old Harold to take around. Sven had a very large family as was expected of royalty in Bhel Garom. The royal men were poly amorous and Sven actually had 4 wives and 18 children in total. It was always culturally expected that a king in that culture have a large family. Sven was particular about his sweets but he loved those made with honey. There was this one cookie made with this gem of honey on the inside that Sven just could not stop eating.

"It might be worth saving this place alone for this cookie." Sven boldly stated as he enjoyed his milk tea. "But I know we have a lot of things to discuss tomorrow so personally, I would like a light dinner sent to my room and a bath so I may call my evening a little short. An older man like me does require his rest. And take Harold with you Finn, the man is so uptight you can put a coal in his ass and get a diamond." Finn couldn't help but laugh as Harold only agreed rather embarrassed fashion. "Better yet, if you can find him at least a wife or two he can take home I can at least guarantee Harold's assistance."

"A light dinner does sound lovely, but I am in need of a bath after a long day. I eel a little disgusting after such a lovely day. I will put my life in the hands of the Queen and her knights. But FInn better not make anymore bastard children, I think he might have enough." Gabby could tell that joke had a bitter truth hidden inside of it. The Queen of Halston did her best to hide her bitterness inside, but like the bad smell of a forgotten lunch is sneaked by careful noses. Ali didn't seem to like sweets, or maybe she had no affinity for them. Regardless she seemed to find it difficult to enjoy them as she made her wishes known.

Leopold looked at the staff with adoration for his queen's kindness for him. He offered both her and her maid in waiting a warm hug. He never had children of his own, he never seemed to have found the right woman, so whenever he received such gifts like these it made him feel as if he were a grandfather and his precious granddaughters gave him a precious gift. But with that the royalty were soon taken to their carriages as they soon returned to the castle. Ali again shared a ride with Gabby but she remained rather close to the queen, she felt as if she had to protect her from the darkness in the world. She just looked so perfect and frail.

"So what are your plans for tonight Gabby? Do you have anything that tickles your fancy? I can only imagine how your poor feet must feel after all that walking. But at least tomorrow it is a lot of talking among us. Which might be pretty boring." Ali's arm moved down Gabby's body as it rested against her stomach. The way Ali looked at her was a look much like how James looked at her; Ali found Gabriella to be a beautiful woman. Her curves that begged for Ali to grab, the eyes that looked at Ali for her love, the smell that commanded the Queen of Halston to lick her clean. Ali's strong features almost made her look like some sort of prince under the setting sun as the queen licked her lips. She obviously wanted more of Gabby's taste on her lips.

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James put the tea down as Raphael took a step away as he swallowed that one drink. He felt fine for now as some of the other tasters tested it and it seemed fine. There was currently nothing that happened to him but there was a smell in the air he could not truly capture. But he soon noticed that there were men smoking in the back. So much for a country that believed in the ryle of god. Did they just turn a blind eye to the darkness before them? Or did this god hold some ultimate forgiveness as long as he was accepted into their hearts? It all sounded... quite nice deep down. To murder as one wished and to ask for forgiveness an walk away. But as James looked off into the masses, they moved along without purpose.

Or better yet, they were more like ants and Raphael was the queen. They moved with each other towards a goal that they could not even see as seeing a being that he personally did not believe in was a load of shit. But that flavor did grow on him as he took another sip of the tea, but he really wished to get a taste for it. As Raphael looked on, his smile curved into that of a bonafide demon. In his eyes, with that deep sip of tea, he had already won this war. But to James, the rare sweetness that was paired with that other flavor he could not capture ticked his natural curiosity. James stepped out into the party as he stared into the wild magnificence of the show.

There were over 100 women who currently did a synchronized flag dance much for the entertainment of the men in question. It honestly looked mesmerizing as he eventually took small pieces of the food in question. That flavor... what was that? It was both spicy and salty. But he could not stop himself from tasting these odd and unique flavors. What started as a small taste, soon became a bite as James was soon lost due to the culinary tongue he had worked so long to cultivate.
 

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A smile as bright as the sun spread across the bewitching countenance of the expecting Queen as both he and Lydia found themselves embraced by the kind Leopold. The day's events replayed in her mind. How Sven had a love of home and jested how their Kingdom was worth saving for a cookie that he loved. The creator of the sweet treats was beyond elated when her queen ordered as many as possible to be delivered to the castle by a certain time. The gold coin was also generous, after all, Her Majesty could demand them without revealing a coin.

The ride back was enough to have the lovely hostess' mind brimming with lewd thoughts as the delectable caramel colored flesh of another Queen lingered upon her own. "Mmmm.... you are right. Tomorrow will be rather boring, though necessary. We better have fun tonight while we still can." Already there was a plan to see just how well Gabby could get to know the Queen of Halston. "Perhaps you would care to join me in the royal communal bath I would really like to get to know more about the Kingdom of Halston and their Queen." Seemingly innocent words harbored some rather salacious undertones that were easy to not pick up. "Lydia will escort Emperor Sven to his chambers and I will get ready. Feel free to decline if you are not comfortable with a communal bath. I would understand." There was that seemingly innocent smile of a devoted Queen, wife, and mother to be, once again.

"Lydia, you can head home. No doubt you want to add a few more personal touches in Julian's absence and relax after such a busy day. Besides, we need to keep the marital partner of my child happy and healthy." It was a tease though the look on Lydia's face spoke volumes as to how flattering those words were. Have a servant escort Ali to the communal bath."

"Are you sure you can prepare yourself?" The wife of the Rothenburg Champion asked with a tone of slight unease. All too familiar laughter sounded past soft pink natural lips and was paired with a somewhat sanguine smile.

"Do not worry. I can handle my own. Good night, Lydia." A soft kiss was pressed to the corner of her dear friend's lips before walking back to her room. A lovely robe was gathered and across the hall from her chambers was an ornated door that matches those of the royal bedchambers. Beyond the door was a room with a large sunken tub. It looked as though it could fit at least fifteen people easily. Benches and chaired provided seating around the perimeter of the room. A table big enough for a body to lay on sat in a corner for massages. The steam of the water rose from the surface and filled the air with the scent of lavender and vanilla. A scent that reminded her of James. A small bed was even housed along one of the larger walls.

That gorgeous dress fell from ivory skinned shoulders and fell to petite feet. Easily she stepped out of those shoes and was left naked with a lovely swell to her belly left unhindered to the naked eye. Long locks contrasted greatly against such light skin and the tendrils were freed from their previously pinned up position and left to cascade down the creamy skin of bare shoulders and down her back. A series of small step led bare feet down into the heated water that came as high as her waist. A raised level beneath the water provided comfortable seating and the edge of the bath to lay one's head upon.

Emerald eyes were hidden behind laden eyes in a relaxing manner as thoughts of Ali floated in her mind. That beckoning touch and tender affection were lovely, along with a beauty becoming of an exotic woman with the blood of royalty rushing through her veins. In silence, she imagined jus what trouble two very attractive Queens could get into. On the other hand, she imaging some rather dangerous situations as well. All of this as she waited to see if Ali would grace Gabby with her presence once more.
 
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How could Ali not take such a gracious invitation to explore the innermost chambers of the castle of even of her pregnant friend? The sanguine and boiling urge to feel Gabby's skin against her own was far to much of a siren's call to ignore. She only gave a little smile as the turned to both women and offered them a sultry smirk, "Nudity in bathhouses is a normal thing for us you know. We celebrate the unique beauty of both men and women in the glory of a bath house. It would be my honor to relish with you the warmest of waters that will kiss our flesh with the tenderness that only a lover could show."

Ali was much more learned and eloquent than she let on, the woman carried herself more like a distinguished king than a queen or a lady. It was only just then that it hit both Lydia and Gabby, the shape of her body was similar to Julian's in more than one way.

Their backs were similar. While she was certainly still a woman as she lacked the size of a man, the broadness of her body was different. But it was more then that, her legs carried with her the strength of what looked like a beautiful horse, yet they remained as delicate and flexible as a dancer. The way she breathed in air she looked more like a solider from behind, but from the front she carried the warm, smooth and soft bosom of a woman.

Finn was left to his own devices as she decided to ready herself for the bath. She refused to see a mirror as she covered her rich caramel skin in a pure white robe. Though the robe was barely able to contain the femininity of her form. She oozed sensuality with every step she took. Ali easily walked over to the royal bath as she entered. She walked in with the presence befitting of a queen as she pushed the door open with little consequence.

Her dark eyes scanned the room as she found Gabby. The chocolate Amazon licked her lips as she revealed her form and it was something Gabby might not have expected. She was a fighting queen. She had scars that covered her graceful form, but it only made her look more exquisite as it showed off her intense power. Her breasts heaved with every step as dark chocolate nipples added a sensual accent to her bust. A perfect marriage of form and function was her body; thick muscle married with soft and pliable fat to give her a supreme body among most likely all women. Though there was one scar that may have explained her infertility and it was the most garish of them all.

Around the lower abdomen to around her pubic area, there was a scar so deep that her skin was even discolored by the damage. It looked pale unlike the rest of her. Still, she walked in proudly and she took a set next to her friend and smiled to Gabby and took a moment to enjoy the water.

"This is much nicer than the bath houses in Halston. The vision of you included." She teased Gabby.

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James' eventually stopped himself as he took a seat, surrounded by his guards and tasters he took a moment to enjoy those flavors. But his tongue was unable to get over it. Or more rather, he was unable to let it go. As he went to stand up for another bite, a steady hand stopped him. Sybil kept him in place as his eyes seemed a little hazy already. Sybil was glad she was brought along for this. Along with Julian, the woman was one of James' oldest protectors. She looked around at the dancing women and the opulence here. This was all an obvious lie to capture the heart of James and she was not going to allow it to happen.

"My King. You already broke your first rule. Am I going to have to watch you? You know this palace is filled with enemies..." She whispered to him as he looked to her and only gave her a slow nod. Sybil could already tell that there was something else at play here as well. James may have been a man who trained hard but he was not battle hardened like Sybil or Julian. His mind was still weak to such tricks. But she had not figured out the trick yet. She saw people who smoked, macabre puppet shows and more asinine flag dancing. The chanting only grew to annoy her further. Could she even trust the water here. Raphael soon came over again, this time with a fermented, sweet smelling mead.

"Is James still unwell? Maybe he ate a little more?" Sybil kept her king down, James wanted to go back to the meal as Sybil only shook her head and placed a solitary finger on her lips. It was obvious she wanted quiet for her king. She needed to keep a more stern eye over him. Besides Julian who kept an eye on James. Sybil was the one female in his life who was a constant pain in his ass. She was his fencing trainer. She was a young champion when he picked up the trade. Though Sybil had a pair of girls of her own, she remained a loyal member of the family because of her connection with James. She promised to bring him back because she was the son she never had.

"You owe me." Not to mention, Sybil was able to extort money out of her king for cute dresses for her little girls.
 

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The sound of the door opening roused the highborn female from sensual thoughts. The added company was a feast for the eyes. Every inch of Ali, from those lickable nipples that resembled chocolate treats to the tips of her toes, just begged to be consumed. Perfection is the consummate endeavor that many strive for and yet, here before Gabriella's very eyes stood proof that perfection can be accidentally found in the blemishes we encounter while we seek the intangible. Scars held storied and that proud figure exuded a well-earned pride that one could only flaunt after trials and tribulations have been endured. Why? Why did this mother-to-be find herself longing to kiss and lick away the pain that must have been tearing at this proud being's heart for not being able to birth a being to love unconditionally? Without question, emerald eyes watched as the brave figure joined at her side and complimented the bathhouse of their regal home.

"You are more than welcome to use it, in your time here, Ali." There was a very lax and fluid vibe to the relaxing host. "It has some rather relaxing features, please allow me to show you." That lust and emotionally loving combination of emotions were taking over Gabriella's mind. It was making her sloppy in her decisions and seven when self-noted, she continued with the risque behavior. "Stay here." Bare feet walked their owner to a wooden table topped with colored glass corked bottles. A beautifully bright red jar was selected and the contents swirled as Gabby returned back to the water where she stood before the delectable looking Ali.

"Let us relax." A soft and very aqueous voice uttered as the cork was removed with a resounding 'pop' made the aroma of vanilla and jasmine ride along with the rising steam between them and meld into the air. "Since you are so comfortable there, you stay put, okay?" A kiss was pressed to the corner of those lips once more. A kiss so dangerous close and yet not close enough. Fragrant oil was poured in the palm of petite hands before the hormonal female straddled the waist of her guest. "Lay your head back and tell me if you like this."Oil-slicked hands needed at the broad shoulders of a powerful Queen. Beneath the waters, their sexes stood only an inch apart.

It was surprising how well those Queenly hands kneaded at the tenseness in those shoulders. Even that lovely neck was shown some attention. "Do you do this in Halston?" The voice was almost hypnotic in it's barely heard tone. The urge to grind that sex against that of Ali's was almost unbearable, but she dare not strike too soon and certainly not before she was sure that her esteemed guest was even somewhat willing. Oh, but there was little doubt that things would get even hotter behind the mendaciously hallowed halls of the Castle of Rothenburg. "Tell me to stop whenever you want, but if you don't... I'll only continue to tend to you until you are thoroughly satisfied."
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Lydia laid in bed and held at her growing abdomen. A prideful glow about her and a smile as she thought about how Julian would react to the sight of her swollen with their first child. Before having laid down she prayed for the well being of her husband and king. A slender finger parted nether lips and revealed just how much Lydia had been thinking about her well endowed and powerful husband. Lengthy legs were spread eagle and that middle finger delved knuckle deep in the moist and snug confines of her slick wet sex. The lovely head of golden hair fell back onto the plush pillow and eyes closed as a thumb circle and teased at the clit at the forefront of that aching sex. A second finger joined and stead pants sounded from parted pink lips.

Hips arched in greed as both fingers dug deeper, harder, and faster. A free hand gripped at one of the taut peaks that adored those exquisite breasts. Pinching and twisting conjured moans and utterances of approval while behind closed eyes that mind imagined the looming silhouette of her beloved Julian and those powerful hands gripping at the slender sides of her body. That cock that she worshipped and so desperately longed for skewing her slender frame over and over and over again. By now the cries of bliss were emphatic before the euphoric feeling bum-rushed her as her thumb pressed hard into her clit while she fucked her pussy as deep as she could go, up to her knuckles.

The climax was so intense that her hand was sprayed with fluid, but she couldn't stop. Lydia groaned and continued until exhaustion took over. The wife of the champion lay a mess of fluids on the soft surface of their bed. A hand drenched in fluids and eyes far too laden from fatigue to open. The event put the woman to a restful sleep, for now.
 
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Ali took every moment she could to enjoy the visions of the bathhouse; the marble flooring, the mythic creatures who spewed out heated water but the most beautiful of all the mythic creatures was the pregnant Gabby. Ali equated Gabby's form to that of a sun; warm, wholesome, life-affirming and caring. She was the moon: blank, cold, devoid of life and empty. It fit them closely.

"As long as you will join me and bless me with your sun-like womanhood, I will always be here to enjoy this quiet pleasure with you my dear Gabby." Ali followed her sun queen's directions and laid down for her. That close kiss was torture as those small and petite hands drifted across her smooth form. Sweet echoes escaped Ali's lips as Gabby massaged her.

"We have communal baths in Halston. It is the one time people, regardless of class, mix together. But to be pampered by a woman as great and magnanimous as yourself. I feel as it the sun is wasting its precious sunlight on barren land. And how can I dislike this lovely treatment you give me? You, as a woman, I rank you higher than myself. You can pass your name, your beauty, your grace on. My blessings end with me. " Ali's hands sank into her flesh, for a woman, she had a similar and desperate hand like James.

That smooth, pudding like skin almost demanded to be sampled as Ali's hands surfed up Gabby's form. The subtle and gentle touches were now just torture for Ali as she wanted more of Gabby.

"Do you find my body enticing my queen?" She teased Gabby as she kisses back, her lips a fraction closer as their breasts touched. The moisture of her nether regions came not from the water, but from Gabby's own body. It was obvious in the thick, rich scarlet blush that covered Ali.

She wanted Gabby, the way she spread her legs and left herself open for Gabby proved it.

"What is your favorite part of me, lick it."


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James was forced to end his night early as Sybil took the king back to his room. He felt odd, his eyes vibrated, his fingers tingled and he his mouth was dry. Sleep was not coming easy, it was more like a tortured job versus a peaceful escape. Mostly because of the face in the wall.

There was an eyeball in the wall, it stared at him... into his soul. The eye ball wanted to eat his heart and he felt hungry. There was some cheese and wine, those would go well the dried meats he brought. James didn't sleep that night. The more he ate, the more intense and vivid the eyeballs became. By the end of it all...

Vanessa choked him...
 
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