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The King & The Sorceress (DTH & Ghastygoo)

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Walking through the stone halls of the palace, King David of Melia was wondering what the royal council would be discussing today. The usual discussions were trivial things like banquet budgets, flattering letters to and from neighboring kingdoms, or merchant requests. However, lately they'd been mixing in more serious discussions such as the planned outer-limits of the kingdom, a future queen, and troop numbers. Because of this, David wanted to keep a closer eye on the council. He used to view them as a vestigial arm of the monarchy, but could see they were attempting at more.

As he entered the large meeting room, the nine council members rose from their seats and bowed. They were comprised mostly of lords, but there was also a religious leader, an affluent merchant, and a retired general.

David took a seat at the head of the table, feeling the warmth of the setting sun through the window which faced the lake. He hoped these old men would not take long with their trifles, but time would tell.

"Good evening gentlemen. I can not remember the last time I attended three council meetings in a row. In many ways, it is good to be home in the palace, but the recent war was a well-needed victory. So tell me, what shall be discussed this evening?"

Per usual, Lord Edmont, head of the royal council answered. "There are three topics of discussion today, your majesty. The first, is the addition of four royal council seats..." David listened to the names of the four individuals who were being proposed to fill the new positions; the leader of the blacksmith's guild, a well-known brothel owner, a leader of the healer's guild, and someone who David did not recognize. There was discussion on why they would benefit the royal council, but in the end, David denied the additions. He already did not think a merchant should be on the council. It was one thing for lords to use the position to benefit themselves, but for it to become even more blatant was too much.

The second topic of discussion was on the troops' living arrangements, specifically tents. David knew they were in desperate need of repair, so that discussion resulted in a quick approval. However, the third was less expected.

For the more sensitive discussion, Lord Edmont took the lead. "Your majesty, as you are aware Queen Biala is now under the rule of Melia. However, there have been revolts and general unrest. The Queen is only a few years older than you, and it is the councils belief that she would make a suitable erm suitor for you."

If nothing had caused David to feel the council was useless, now it was indisputable. "Lordess Biala as the Queen of Melia? I fail to see the strategic advantage of the marriage. The kingdom she used to rule is land-locked by Melia, their economy even at its height was modest, their army was defeated in three months, and she had no other siblings which speaks to her fertility potential. Lord Edmont, you can not be serious. I agree, the revolts have been tiring but a marriage with her would not do much to stop that."

Lord Edmont, although embarrassed, would not let that show. He replied quickly "Your highness, perhaps Biala is not the best choice, but she is a choice nonetheless. The royal council recommends strongly that you seek a suitor. No one doubts your health or abilities, but the people always feel better with a line of succession, especially around times of war."

David rose from his seat and said politely, despite his annoyance "It will be considered. Thank you gentlemen, have a good evening." The King left the royal council, having heard the three topics of discussion.
 
Gazing out at the countryside from the large, ornate circular window of her study, Morrigan could almost imagine seeing the kingdom of Melia on the horizon. She couldn't of course. The kingdom was several weeks' travel away, too far for the naked eye to discern. In a way, it comforted her. Putting distance between potential threats and her realm of power was something the accomplished sorceress was used to doing. No doubt her council was hard at work beneath the tower she spent most of her time in, discussing topics of war and politics.

When it came to the former, there was no question about what would happen should her territory of Varemor come into contact with the rapidly expanding numbers of the new king's armies. The difference in power was vast, and hopeless. Politics would be their only option, and the council excelled in that regard. Nearby wild territories had been easily bargained with for safe trade and friendly commune. Her dominion offered little in terms of access to the sea, population, or commerce on its own.

What it did have, was magic. Varemor had long been considered the seat of the mysterious power few gifted people could wield. Circulating around that were rumors of monsters, lost races, and gold. Some of these were far from true; simply wild tales originating from people's imaginations....tales adults of faraway lands would tell their children at bedtime. But as rumors go, some are always true. Morrigan knew for a fact her family line descended from elves, a woodland race that existed and thrived centuries ago. Even within her own kingdom now, they were scarce. In her thirty years, the sorceress had never found them...even one of her kind, a half-breed as she put it.

Her genetics were certainly a rare mix. The woman stood at average height, slender except for heavier womanly features around her chest and waist. She wore her dark red-black hair back in a thick braid which reached the bottom of her shoulder blades, and her eyes were a piercing emerald. Today, she matched her natural features with a dark blue gown, akin to some mage's attire but decoratively enhanced with bits of silver in the seams. Picking up her favorite staff, she descended the winding staircase from her abode, heading into the depths of her castle. It was time to meet with her council.

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"What do you mean, they just annexed Queen Biala's territory?" Morrigan stood abruptly from the table. The older gentlemen sitting across from her seemed to wince in the face of her outburst. All five of them were short, relatively round and with varying stages of facial hair covering their puffy faces.

"Well, your highness, we just got this piece of news. The campaign did not last long, her kingdom was surrounded by King David's," one of the advisers offered. He spoke gravely. Everyone in the room knew what this likely meant. The sorceress sighed, resting a hand on the bridge of her nose.

"Prepare what troops we have, but I'd like an envoy or message sent to this boy king and let him know that we mean peace. I don't know if he'll appeal to reason but it won't hurt to try." With a sigh, she ascended the stairs once more. She needed to think, long and hard.
 
After the King left, Lord Edmont returned to his seat and let out an inaudible sigh. He wondered if retirement would be a wise choice. Returning to his orchards in the north sounded lovely, but his apprehension was too great for now.

He broke the silence himself "Admittedly, Queen Biala was a long-shot. Our assumption that her exceeding fairness and charming nature would sway the King... was washed away with his victory. Perhaps he does not hold the same respect for her, but that matters little now. His thoughts are galvanized."

The religious leader, High Shaman Vilges, spoke "I would suggest Princess Nila, but she has an appetite for war as well and would... not align well with the council." Vilges was only partially on-board with the royal council's desire to tame the king's thirst for war and build his appetite for peace. A simplistic view would be that nothing makes a man seek faith more than war, but simplicity rarely existed with people of power.

Words of worth were then spoken by a younger lord, Lord Kettler. His lands spanned much of the western border of Melia, which faced Varemor. "Today, his majesty will be receiving a letter from the Veremorian council. Do not ask me the origin of this information. However, the letter will be a politically-steeped message of peace between the kingdoms. No doubt, they have heard of Lordess Biala and see the likelihood of them being next. I imagine we can all agree his majesty could defeat Varemor in war, but why endure more death, no matter the amount. I propose this request for peace be where our energies are focused."

The proposal was met with unanimous approval. The royal council contemplated how to bring this to the King's attention in a way which would be suitable for him. There was talk of an alliance with Varemor for upcoming war and a marriage between the King and Morrigan, but that was too abrupt. It would have to feel as if the King had come up with the decision himself. The council just needed to set the stage and foster the atmosphere.

It was decided a ball would be held to celebrate the summer solstice, a holiday celebrated by both Melia and Varemor. It would be hosted in Melia, and there, King David and Morrigan would meet. Admittedly, the royal council did not know Morrigan's title. However, her position was the equivalent of a Queen, in their minds. The council hoped that her beauty and intrigue would prove true enough to catch the eye of the King, however that would be up to Morrigan. They were aware that she was older than King David, and saw that as a great advantage in the areas of wisdom and experience with peace.

The ball would likely wipe out the royal council's budget, but they all felt it was worth it. Planning for the Summer Solstice Ball would come later, so for now they drafted a letter. It was addressed directly to Morrigan, and not her council. It would travel by secret courier and remain unknown to the King. The letter expressed the royal council's desire for peace with her kingdom, and spoke of the concern with a potential war. They transparently laid out their desire that King David would gain a "intrigued respect" for her during the Summer Solstice Ball, and hoped these plans would be met with approval by Morrigan. They had no deceit in their writing to Morrigan, and hoped dearly that this act would go unnoticed by the King.

As soon as the ink dried, and the wax seal was pressed, the courier began his journey with haste.
 
The season of the Summer Solstice had arrived, and with it, the virtual future of her kingdom. Morrigan gazed up at the castle before her, its vast courtyards, gardens, turrets and parapets grand in both stature and design. Adding to the beautiful architecture was the decorations that had been laid out for the ball. No doubt the new king's council had gone overboard this year in the attempt to appease neighboring nations and annexed territories' former rulers. King David's campaign in expanding his rule and thirst for conquest had certainly shaken up the known world in what would likely be called a new era by future generations. She just hoped that her people wouldn't be counted in his list of victories. The sorceress didn't plan on bending her knee to the crown anytime soon. With some amount of trepidation but exuding an air of confidence and wisdom, she allowed herself to be guided by the royal attendants toward the central courtyard and the walls within.

Just a few weeks ago, she had been studying some old parchment and letters she had dug up in an old trunk discovered in the castle library. It was in the middle of dozing off while penning some notes on the material when she had received a knock on the door. It wasn't like her attendants, nor the council, to disturb her so late at night. She had answered the door with her staff in hand, much to the fright of the courier with a parcel in his hand. The colors he wore and the wax seal on the letter were dead ringers for the kingdom of Melia, so she had taken it without fuss and gifted the courier with some money. No doubt he had traveled far.

What was inside the letter didn't much surprise Morrigan. It wasn't the organization of the ball and her subsequent invitation that intrigued her, however. The tone of the letter, and the fact that it was signed by a Lord Edmont and not King David, certainly sparked some theories about the current state of Melia's inner politics. Perhaps with a bit of nudging, this new king wouldn't last long on the throne? That was not her decision to make, but certainly one to influence.

And here she was now, the moment at hand. Politics were not the sorceress's strong suit, but she could maneuver her way decently enough. As she approached the inner castle and was admitted into the grand hall, she clutched the staff in her hand just a hair tighter. Obviously her traditional staff would not have been allowed past the guards, since the pointed tip could be used easily as a weapon. However, nothing could prevent her from using magic, so she had been allowed to bring a similar one, this one with a decorative, blunt diamond shaped head.

Her gown of choice for the event was a stunning midnight piece that transitioned to jet black the further down the eye traveled, resting at the base of her feet. The dress slimmed at her chest, and tapered to a single band that wrapped around her neck. Similar thick bands of fabric rested at symmetrical points on her arms at the biceps and forearm, with gossamer-thin fabric connecting to the dress like a cape, or wings. Within the fabric itself were little 'stars' of modest glitter that shone to give the garment just a little more play in the light. Her hair rested on her shoulders and back, a gentle waviness to the dark red-black tresses.
 
The entire palace where guests were supposed to be was filled with decorations. Long rows of potted plants, blooming this time of year, were positioned in the halls. Tapestries of Melia's summer landscapes hung from the ceilings, the curtains were drawn far back from the windows and accentuated the summer night sky. The great hall had dozens of round tables with bottles of summer wines, summer ale, and of course summer liquors. The large fireplace was roaring, but the vent was wide open and the guard had been raised. This allowed the warm glow of the fire to contrast with the night sky through the windows, without adding too much heat to the great hall. Adjacent to the great hall was the veranda which overlooked the Lake of Kings. There, the full moon shined off the surface of the still water, along with the stars.

As guests filled into the great hall, finding their named seats, the musicians began to play their lutes, pipes, and drums. Servants came around pouring drinks from the tabes, along with other requests not out in the open. Other servants came around with small horderves, while the smells of cooked meats, breads, and vegetables came from the nearby kitchens, a hint to what was coming.

As the celebrations began to slowly warm up, King David was still in his chambers. Normally, the man dressed fast, a habit of spending much of his life in the military. However, his left forearm was badly bruised from training today and was hindering his dexterity. He spoke to himself "Oh yes, have a twenty four man melee the morning of the feast. Very good." In truth, he knew himself to be lucky. If his arm had been at a more aggressive angle, the sword would have likely broke his arm instead of just mangling his armor. However, he wasn't looking forward to hiding the injury. Like all royals, injury was not something to be let known.

When he was finally dressed and adjusted his crown evenly, he headed down from the third floor to the first where the great hall was. He could smell the marinated lamb from a great distance away, and knew it would likely take up the most room on his plate.

He was aware the great hall would have many guests from neighboring and annexed kingdoms. He could imagine what the royal council had meant by that, but saw no harm in it. However, had he known about the letter to Morrigan and the tone they portrayed, he would not be pleased.

David turned the corner, seeing guests making their way into the great hall. He put on the royal aura that was expected of him, and headed into the fray. That was when he saw a woman with a staff, and it did not appear she needed it for walking. He only knew of a handful of people who used a staff outside of walking. Standing beside her, as the guests made their way in, David said to her "Would I be right to assume you are Morrigan of Varemor?"
 
As the great hall unfolded before her, the sights and sounds astonished her. Her court was a stranger to throwing such large and elegant balls, and her kingdom could not boast of a populous rank of noblemen and women. She gazed at the beautiful, handmade banners and decorations, wondering just how long the king's entourage had taken to be able to set all of this up. How perfectly the colors coordinated, how beautiful the weather on a night like this had held out for the occasion. The enchantress fully allowed herself to indulge in the fineries, for at least one night in her life. She walked along the wall, an old habit of being able to observe all of the commotion from within an enclosed space. It was subconscious by this time, and allowed her a view of the handsome coats and beautiful dresses the other attendees wore.

She was also attempting to find some sort of pattern. Her court had prepared her on potential differences in social custom and courtesy, but nothing worked better than first hand experience. These people would quickly know that she was an outsider, though a distinct lack of a crown or other regal ornament might keep her from being identified as a ruler; certainly, they would know the staff wasn't for walking purposes. No one else sported one like hers, and she noticed this with some amount of satisfaction. She wouldn't have to keep her eye out for potential magical threats.

Just as the guests were being seated, still more lingered about in clusters in the massive hall, obviously more interested in conversation than the food. Perhaps gossip was worth its weight in gold around here. Morrigan tried to her best to blend in, and it was then that she noticed a figure walking towards her. No doubt this was the young king himself, and she greeted him warmly with a smile as he approached. She allowed him to make the first move, confirming his suspicions with a nod.

"Yes, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty."

She bowed slightly, extending an arm across her breast, but certainly not the full movement other lower members of his court or kingdom would perform. She was being respectful, but wanted to indicate as a ruler herself, she was going to consider him an equal for now. Nothing more.

"This solstice is certainly a beautiful one, is it not? I've never seen the moon so clearly in as many nights. It makes for perfect stargazing. And your ball! It is wonderful, I applaud your court on such extravagance and fine attention to detail."
 
King David smiled when he realized his assumption was correct. As she bowed and then spoke, he was able to get a better look at the sorceress queen. He noted she was very beautiful and appeared to show her lineage in her attributes, specifically her ears. David was aware that Morrigan claimed to be from elvish lineage, however it had been a very long time since elves had been seen. And from what David had read, be it true or false, elves were very tall, had taller foreheads, and pointed ears. Morrigan was a little taller than the average woman, and her ears did have a point, so perhaps there was some truth in the descriptions. Regardless, he found her attractive.

"It certainly is. The past few years there has been rain on this holiday, but a full moon to the north and a warm evening is better than anyone could ask for." He then looked around at the ball and nodded "Yes, they went the extra mile on the production didn't they?"

As the two royals committed to their small talk, Lord Edmont caught a glimpse of the exchange. He had not expected them to meet so soon. The council had arranged their seats to be near one another, and he had relied on that being their meeting time. He wondered what had spurred this premature meeting. Watching in a manner that did not easily reveal his intent, he could see that the words appeared to be amicable. However, he knew royals were damn good at smiling when they meant to bare teeth.

As David looked into Morrigan's green eyes with his brown eyes, he asked what the trip had been like getting here. He knew he had ordered the roads heading east to be widened for supply lines to troops, but had not been able to travel them yet. That was when Lord Edmont arrived beside the two and butted in. "Your majesty, a pleasure to see you. And Queen Morrigan it is so good to see you in person. We have not met before, I am Lord Edmont of his majesty's royal council." Lord Edmont bowed to them both. He hoped the sorceress queen would understand that their letter exchange was to be kept in confidence and far from the ears of the king.

Lord Edmont then continued "I just called over a servant who was bringing around a bottle of wine made from Melian apples and Varemorian cherries. It sounds like an overly sweet wine, but it is just right. Would you two care to share a glass with me?"

The servant arrived with the three glasses and David grabbed one, interested in trying but wondering what had Lord Edmont so colorful this evening. High Shaman Vilges watched the trio from the corner of his eye as he bit into a piece of fried perch. He decided to stay distant from what was happening, worried that Lord Edmont was being overly interested too quickly.
 
Morrigan had been enjoying the light conversation immensely, allowing herself to forget that others might be watching and analyzing how the dialogue was going. She was more interested in reading this new king's expressions and tone of voice. Even if he had seen her as a threat, he wouldn't have been able to hide it well. So far, the amicable, friendly air he was giving her let her nerves rest for a moment. No doubt her physical presence would be a shock to him, and she caught the slight drift of his eyes as he glanced slightly to the left of her head, as if gazing off into the distance. His brown eyes were vibrant, full of the spark of life most young men exhibited. He seemed of fair build, no doubt a man that had a distaste for simply lazing around on his throne. She could respect that; after all, one had to set an example for his own military.

She didn't get a chance to answer his questions, for her travel had been long but smooth, when Lord Edmont butted in. His arrival was unexpected, and she chided herself mentally for allowing herself to be taken by surprise. She would have to be more attentive to her surroundings.

"Lord Edmont, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well." She bowed her head, smiling warmly. She figured by the way he addressed himself, he would want the letter kept secret. So she played along. It wasn't difficult, as they had in fact never physically met. When the servant arrived moments later with the glasses of wine, she gratefully took one and raised the glass towards the other two men. From the corner of her eye, she caught another man watching their movements carefully. Perhaps another member of the court?

"It is fitting this was made with the best produce our kingdoms could offer. I propose a toast then; to the prosperity of your new rule, Your Majesty, and amicable relations between our two kingdoms for the foreseeable future." She pressed the edge of her glass lightly to theirs, and drank. The wine was filled with the fruity taste of the cherries and apples, certainly a little sweet but equally enjoyable.

It appeared as if the dinner service was beginning to ramp up, and Morrigan inquired as to where she would be seated. The servant, looking nervously between Lord Edmont and King David, led her to the high-backed chair closest to the head of the table, to what would be the King's left. Inwardly, the sorceress both cursed and felt relieved. She would have to keep up the act for the king, but she would not be bothered with the other nobles who would certainly be nosier. As the King sat and the feast officially began, she noticed an awkwardness to the movement of his left arm. It seemed as if he was suffering the pain of a bruise, or perhaps an even worse injury. He lacked the movement he would display with his right.

Reaching out, careful to note the movements of the server, she gently placed a hand on the underside of his left forearm beneath the table. Leaning in as if sharing a confidential piece of information, she whispered.

"Forgive my rude intrusion, your Majesty, but I believe I can help." At precisely that moment, she drew upon her inner stores of magic, summoning the courage and the strength it took to bring forth such a spell. Her fingertips glowed with the slightest shimmer of gold, as the halo of a single candle would. A warmth spread from her fingertips into the length of his entire left arm, leaving it refreshed and no longer aching.

Just as quickly, she withdrew with a knowing smile, continuing to eat her food.
 
Hearing Morrigan's toast, David nodded and drank. It was a far different wine than what he was used to, but one worth trying nonetheless. Before long, the entrees were being brought out and people were taking their seats. The King heard Morrigan ask where she would sit, and a servant brought her just to the left of his seat. He jokingly thought to himself that Lord Edmont had properties in Morrigan's kingdom which he did not want to see ravaged by David's army. The humorous thought was false, but bore more truth in intent than he was aware of.

Sitting next to Morrigan, the servants brought over meats and cut pieces upon request. David asked for the lamb and perch. While neither required intense cutting on his part, steadying the form with his left hand was not enjoyable. That was likely when Morrigan spotted his awkward angle he held the fork at to avoid discomfort.

David felt her hand, and heard her whisper. He was confused, but did not feel there was any threat in her words. Soon, he saw a dim glow, and felt warmth as if he had drunk hot tea in winter. He instantly knew it to be magical healing from how his bruise, and likely sprained, arm felt back to normal.

Noting her discretion, he faced forward and continued to eat. Between eating and drinking, he said "Thank you for that. You have a good eye, and I'm sure you face the same trouble I do. In the eyes of the people, royals never get injured or sick. You saved me from another week or two of tight bandages and slow movements."

Through the meal, David asked Morrigan of her kingdom in a manner of curiosity as opposed to information gathering. The young man knew books and verbal reports could be skewed along with words of a ruler, but in truth, he was more interested in learning about her.

"From how I understand it, many sorcerers specialize in one area or another. Before I was born, my father employed a sorcerer to be the royal healer. That was, of course his specialty, and I often hear of tales on how he mended broken bones or cured infections. Do you have a specialty?"

A servant came around, and David motioned for his goblet to be filled with ale. He found it always made perch taste better.

The young king was finding he liked Morrigan. She was quite attractive, and did not have the odd duality of wishy-washy or overbearing that many female rulers acted that he knew of. As the meal wrapped up, along with deserts being brought around, the ambiance of the music changed. David looked at Morrigan and said "I can practically feel Lord Edmont staring at me as if to say 'ask her to dance'. However, I would like to dance with you on my own accord, if you would have it."

Looking over Morrigan's hair, David saw Lord Edmont looking not so inconspicuously at them. David winked, and had half the mind to ignore Morrigan out of spite. However, he found he liked the woman far more than he disliked the Lord's nosiness.
 
Morrigan hadn't realized her heart beating so quickly until it finally settled down hearing the king's affirmative words on her healing. She believed she had overstepped, and perhaps hurt her position in his eyes. It was certainly a rash move to suddenly grab hold of him in such a way, and practice magic uninvited on one's person. She had not known about his father's employment of another magi, and this information might one day prove useful. She supposed, mulling this over internally, that she needed to assume control of the situation once more. Stop being so uncertain, like in her younger days. Perhaps the youthfulness of King David was rubbing off on her.

His questions were interesting enough, and she measured her responses in time with bites of perch and roasted pig, enjoying the succulent taste of the carefully prepared foods. In particular, she deeply enjoyed the colorful array of vegetables, fruits, and the warm loaves of bread along with bowls of earthy brown broth.

"I understand the need. I appear so infrequently in the court in Varemor. If I caught cold easily, I'm afraid my subjects would never see me!" She laughed quietly, giving him a smile. "As far as magic goes, my days as an apprentice under my mother's study were mainly focused on healing. However, in the many years since I have taken the throne in my kingdom, I have focused on other ways to help my people. I have developed many new theories and spells in relation to abjuration, or the study of physical presence in the means of protection."

She thought for a moment, head tilting slightly to the side before locking eyes with the king, a small smile flitting at the edge of her lips once more.

"However, my particular strength is that of evocation. To summon energy from other sources, or to create it from nothing. You may think of this in terms of the elements; fire, lightning, frost, and the ethereal."

She paused, continuing to eat until he addressed her once more. Without turning her head to indicate she had just been told something of Lord Edmont, she leaned closer once more.

"Does he usually babysit you in such a way? He is quite the character. Yes, I would be honored to dance with you, your Majesty." And with this, she gracefully stood, walking around to the king's right hand side and extending her arm, indicating she would like him to lead on. With David in hand, she allowed him to lead her to the center of the ever-increasing throng of people taking to the ballroom floor. Placing her hand upon his forearm, taking his hand in hers with the other, they began the slow, revolutionary dance. Her dress caught the glow of the many sources of light in the room, the small bits of glitter seemingly coming to life as twinkling stars. She equally noted the garb of the other dancers nearby, and kept a careful eye on Lord Edmont.

"So, King David...tell me a little of yourself. And what you hope to achieve with this campaign of yours. I don't see the sense in beating around the bush, but I understand if you would just prefer to...enjoy the moment."
 
David listened to her talk of magic. The terms she used were familiar, but on the edges of his memory. Magic was a rare thing, and since he knew of no one living in his kingdom who possessed it, the topic didn't come up much. So he soaked up her words and did not have much to contribute.

When she asked about Lord Edmont, that was something he could discuss. As he guided her through the tables and to the open area, he said "This is a new development for Edmont. Many of the lords feel I am a violent and unpredictable youth, so they tread lightly. So that makes me wonder if his behavior is because of you. But that's just speculation." David could have said he assumed Lord Edmont wanted him to court Morrigan, but that was not good talk when you just met someone. However, it did seem like a valid theory.

One hand went to Morrigan's waist, while the other held her hand. With their bodies close enough without touching to hold an apple between them, he led her across the floor to the music. That was when she brought up more serious matters. It made him wonder if he should have brought up his true assumption to steer from it, but he answered nonetheless.

"I'm a young king with a kingdom with too many lords and far too much wealth. They seem like trivial problems to have, but a kingdom becomes bloated and lazy over time. My goal for the campaign, my reign? For people to discuss Melia one-hundred years from now and see it's accomplishments as impossible things that could never be replicated without divine intervention. For the people to have an unmatched, but well-deserved pride. Emphasis on well-deserved."

He let his words hang in the air. A general question was asked, and a general yet true answer was given. However, he added "But what is talk of one-hundred years from now if the moments in-between are spent looking to the future. I do not mean to talk shop with you during a friendly and welcoming visit, but I have no doubt us being neighbors has made you wonder."

"What is in Varemor's future?" He turned the subject toward her.

David had heard sorcerers had the ability to lengthen their lives far longer than any human. Because of this, he wondered if it lessened the sense of urgency in things or if it allowed for more things to be accomplished. Certainly, it depended on the individual, but he was wondering about the part-elvish beauty in his arms.

The dance brought him to lean her back in his arms. She was light, and it made her hair tumble back. She was mesmerizing, and he did not consider the possibility that it was magic. Regardless, his eyes lingered before he brought her upright.

David knew at the summer solstice he should have been making rounds to the different guests, despite the majority of them being Melians. However, he could not see himself leaving the sorceress' presence. It made him wonder why they had not met before.

Despite the slow pace of the dance, David could feel his body heating. His skin gave a glow, and when the song ended he said "Would you like to enjoy iced wine on the veranda with me, Morrigan?" He wondered how talk of Melia's ambitions had sat with his neighbor.
 
The music was lilting and upbeat, full of a vibrant elegance classic to stringed instruments. It was certainly unique to this kingdom, for the music back in her court was influenced more by the calm, soothing laziness of the forests surrounding her realm. She enjoyed it, noting small crowds forming on the edge of the ballroom for those who did not wish to dance. Certainly many of those eyes were turned on the king and his strange new partner to the song. Perhaps getting up close and cozy with her neighbor was getting her too much attention. It wasn't her primary goal for the evening, after all.

As they swept slowly around the room, Morrigan noticed the king mulling over her question. It was heavy-handed on her part, but she wasn't the type of woman to delay matters further than they needed to be. The least she would get out of him was an honest truth, or a thinly veiled lie. His response made her think equally hard. On one hand, it indicated King David was the type of character yearning for recognition. Typical for young men placed in seats of power. His answer contained both wisdom and naivety, in a way. Ambition, like good deeds, could lead one down the path of hellfire and ruin if placed incorrectly. And if this was the case, her kingdom could be caught up in the blaze.

"Ah, wise words. My apologies for bringing up something so...serious in a moment as wonderfully light as this one." She smiled, giving him a warm gaze with her emerald eyes. "I would like to imagine I stay on the throne a while longer... Perhaps improve relations with our neighbors... Varemor has always been such a small kingdom, but its riches lie in its history, and its magic. I would live to protect it just as any virtuous ruler should." Her words were a careful warning, but she said them with thoughtfulness, and a lack of menace in her tone of voice.

As the king brought her down into the dip at the end of the song, she looked up into his eyes, marveling at his youthful, handsome looks. The slight waviness and curling to his hair, the strong jaw. For a moment, an inappropriate thought crossed Morrigan's mind about how long it had been since she had allowed herself the simple pleasure of dancing with someone. She quickly brushed this away, attempting not to flush so as not to show her embarrassment in front of him. And just as quickly, she was back on her feet, standing fully and releasing him from their dance.

His offer certainly stunned her, for she expected the king to at least make rounds among the nobles at some point. To ignore something like this would be social suicide. But she simply nodded, giving another warm smile.

"Yes, I would enjoy that. The night is still young, and the sky is still clear. Do you do much stargazing, David?" She gave him an almost teasing look, having noted his improper use of just her first name and returning it in kind. A quick glance at a nearby server saw her staff quickly returned to her. The wooden hilt felt familiar in her grip, and she glanced over to the king.

"Shall we?" And with that, the two had made their way out of the central hall, through a side corridor graced by high arching windows, the occasional guard posted at intervals between windows or doors. She quietly walked, not choosing to bring up any more conversation. A few staircases later, and the pair were out on a large balcony overlooking the castle grounds. The sky was clear, just as Morrigan stated. The stars shone brightly tonight, and the moon overhead was a beautiful, near perfect circle. A server had followed them out with the wine, and poured two glasses on a small stand.
 
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When she accepted, David smiled and spent a moment telling a servant to grab a bottle from the deepest part of the cellar. It was not iced per-say, but would be far cooler than the other bottles. Letting the servant head off, he turned to Morrigan and heard her question.

He smiled and said "I would show you my bedroom chambers if the balcony was not a slightly better view for this weather." He explained "My largest windows face south, but rise to turn half of the ceiling into part of the window. Any evening I sleep there, I get to gaze at the southern stars until falling asleep." It had been an addition made by him. It was neither practical for war or extreme weather, but what was the benefit of being king if one couldn't enjoy some luxury?

Heading to the highest balcony, the view of the stars was uninterrupted except a small lone cloud to the east. However, the view of all else was equally interesting. Below them, they could see the veranda to the celebration, the Lake of Kings, the forest beyond, farmland, and the glimpse of mountains further out.

David picked up the glasses the servant had poured, feeling the light condensation as he handed one to Morrigan. He had no doubt there would be juicy rumors to hear the next day, if anyone was foolish enough to say them within earshot of him. But he did not care. Being a king meant more rumors than truth were spread about you.

He tasted the wine, enjoying the temperature as much as the taste after dancing so near the fire in the great hall. David found his eyes going out to the mountains, instead of the stars for now. Seven high peaks formed the crown where the lesser peaks surrounded. It had once been a border to another kingdom, and several great and terrible battles had been fought there long ago.

David turned his gaze to Morrigan, seeing her staff leaning against the balconies edge. "I have never known the nature of a sorcerer's staff. Is it the source of magic or is it a focusing point?" He had read long ago that some magic users used only their minds to control magic, whereas others used staffs, wands, or the bones of magic creatures.
 
The view was stunning, to say the least. Varemor's forests dominated the landscape back in her home kingdom, so the varied makeup of Melia was welcoming. The sky was equally as beautiful. Tilting her head back, Morrigan could make out the constellations in all their splendor. If one looked hard enough, it was possible to see the occasional shooting star. The sorceress almost missed the small motion of the king handing her the glass of wine, and she accepted it from him gratefully with a small nod. Holding out her glass a moment longer, she watched the dark liquid swirl around the basin before sipping it slowly. It was refreshing, the chill of the drink cooling her down along with the brief bits of whispering wind.

Looking up at her company, she noticed his gaze had drifted from the horizon to her staff, which was leaned up against the wall beside her. She glanced at it as well, noting the moonlight glinting off of the jeweled tip. The staff was comprised of primarily a dark oaken wood, with bits of cherry poking through the polished grain. It was smooth to the touch, which a dark black leather wrapping around the most likely place to lay one's hand. This in turn was etched with runes in the elvish language, long forgotten to many even back in Varemor. At the head was an inverted, diamond shaped head, half the size of a man's fist. It shone with a strange dark blue and purplish hue, and a gold ring set the stone in place to the hilt.

"I'm sure it is different for every magic-user, but the nature of the magic sourced in my kingdom is relative to distance. It is ancient, seated in the deepest of the forests and unknown regions in Varemor. Since I come from that equally ancient and mysterious lineage, my magic is sourced from the same area. The further I am from home, the less it calls to me. However, that does not leave me any more weak. And the staff was created from Varemor wood. It not only negates the distance, but hones my magic to a much finer...point." She smiled, looking back into his eyes.

Morrigan gently placed her half-emptied glass on the table, moving to take the King's with it. Both glasses out of the way, she picked up her staff, gently offering it to the king. The staff was just a half foot shorter than he was, and extremely lightweight but solid to the touch. She indicated for him to hold it out lengthwise in front of him with both hands.

"Magic of our kind is the strongest known to the world, at least from what I heard in the legends. It is bound to one's being, like the presence of a loved one, or the sickness one feels when far away from home. Perhaps you can feel it call to you now?" She looked at him expectantly, one hand resting on the underside of the base of the staff, at his side.

"It might feel a bit like the tug of the ocean waters, or the warmth of a friend's arms around you. It feels different to certain people, and some people cannot feel it at all. It is no indication on whether that person has innate magical abilities, just how sensitive they can be to its presence." The sorceress let go, moving closer to the balcony's edge and smiling, enjoying the stars a little more.
 
David watched her pick up the staff. It appeared light in her hands. When she held it out to him, he had not expected that. However, he could not pass on the chance to experience it. He had never seen a magical staff in person, and from what she had told him, it was immensely valuable to her being so far from home. If he understood her correctly, without it, her magic would be far less where she stood.

His two hands reached out, and wrapped around the wood and leather. At first, it felt like a very light piece of pinewood, yet sturdier, although he did not flex it. Then the sensations changed. She told him he may be able to feel it.

The King heard a low hum emanating from the staff, and was unsure whether it was for his ears only or not. He also felt a warmth starting in his grip and then leeching up his arms and to his torso. It was calm, and he did not fear it. Then the sensations changed. David felt a tightness forming in his chest and arms. It was the exact feeling one felt before battle, when nerves and adrenaline mixed to a potent concoction. However, the sensations did not stagnate or go away. They changed, and he felt the deep rage and undying thirst for blood, that he had only felt in the most dire battles. Soldiers often talked about it, but it was difficult to describe other than a feeling of invincibility mixed with the burning desire to destroy all enemies.

As David felt the changing sensations, growing more and more vibrant, it did not show in his facial expression or body language. However, a few drops of sweat ran down his temple and forehead. The coolness pulled him out of the grip, and he handed it back to Morrigan. As it left his hands, so did it's sensations. David took a breath, confused but recovering.

He could not decipher what had happened, but knew he did not want to hold the staff again. Wiping his brow, he smiled to play it off, a common move when confused. "I could feel the quality in it's design, but you're right. It is far lighter than it should be for oak and cherry."

David poured each of them another glass of the chilled wine, and took a sip. It calmed his nerves, yet he could not grasp what had happened.

"I find magic to be a fascinating thing. It takes a world of predictability and logic and serves as the anti to each." He laughed, knowing it was a simple way to look at it, but felt it to be true. David imagined magic had logic associated in it's practice, but in it's form it did not align with other areas of nature.
 
Morrigan turned back in time just to see him sweating freely from his brow, rigid in his grip on the staff. It was obvious he was having a reaction to the flow of the magic, perhaps a violent one. The casual onlooker, a non-native to magic, wouldn't have recognized the symptoms. It was impressive the king was able to hold out as stoically as he was, but the sorceress could tell. Immediately, she withdrew the staff from his grip. The wood was cold with the stickiness of sweat, and her emerald eyes drank in his expression as he himself drank of the wine. In her hands, the staff pulsed with an energy she could only describe as pain. As if it had been wounded, or witnessed something horrible and could never forget. The staff was by no means sentient, but the magic imbued in the object was.

Holding it close at her side, the older woman continued to watch the king. She had let her guard down, clearly. Lifting the newly refreshed glass of wine to her lips, she drank slowly, savoring the chill of the liquid once more. Her mind's gears were churning. There was something inherently violent about this man, despite all the smiles and warmth he was emitting. For now, she would take this moment as a precautionary tale.

"It certainly is. One can spend their entire life studying it, and possibly never understand it fully. That's what I love about it. The mystery that never ends, it is almost...charming." She murmured, looking back out to the lake. "It functions much like one would believe of the sciences or of numbers, but operates just outside of them. Just barely...out of reach." The wind blew once more, gently flitting among the pair, rustling the leaves in the garden. The moon was high now, as the evening had begun to grow late. Morrigan could feel the tiredness of a long journey and an even longer evening setting into her bones, creeping up on her psyche. It had certainly been a wild, strange turn of events with this new king.

"Tell me...what were your plans after the holiday is over? For the immediate future..." she apologized. "I do not mean to bring up those serious topics of before, unless you would prefer that. I meant for the next few days. I imagine your court has many nobles to see to? And perhaps I should be heading back to my kingdom... But...why waste such a beautiful night as this. You were right. It is better to enjoy the moment in the present than to rush to the future."
 
David took a long sip of the wine, hoping it would ease his nerves. He did not understand what had happened to him, but he knew he had no desire to ever touch the staff again.

Part of him wondered if this was a trick of magic put on by Morrigan. It was possibly, but seemed unlikely since he was not getting that perception of her. Thankfully, the deep pull of wine and time passed was making him feel more like himself again.

He nodded and said "Yes, I imagine as time goes on more of it will be understood and less... fantastical." David knew his words were mostly a filler, giving himself just enough time to continue returning to his normal state.

Then she delved into a conversation that he assumed was back toward matters of state. However, she recovered and turned it to the next few days. David was thankful for that. This line they were toeing was more of a challenge than he desired. A brief thought flickered into his mind that perhaps it would be easier to marry a conquered princess. But it was only a flicker.

"Ah yes, my nobles who come to the palace to complain or take up a room for too long." David smiled. He preferred outside visitors who had valuable information and were of interest, like Morrigan. Then he said "I was under the impression you would be staying for a while? If plans changed, I will of course, not detain you. But I can imagine you are not looking too forward to the long return home without some sort of relaxation. After all, there is always more to see in Melia."

David wished for her to stay, despite whatever had happened with the staff. Just as he was looking into her eyes, the fireworks began over the lake. Bright flashes of all manner of vibrant colors filled the sky, and the sound of it's accompanying thunder could be heard. The violent explosions especially illuminated Morrigan in David's eyes. He wondered if her beauty would be getting her into trouble some day, but right now he did not care.

"After all, I would enjoy your company."
 
The fireworks were a dazzling display, something that impressed even the sorceress. She had never seen them before up close, as they weren't an invention native to her part of the world. It certainly amazed her, reminding her of vibrant displays of magic prowess some of her older court magi would show off to their young charges in training. Absorbing the colors, she turned to notice that the king had been studying her. Perhaps he was deep in thought, just as she was.

"Yes, I will be, if there are arrangements already made for my stay? I was not...informed of those just yet. I'm sure one of your court members was going to, but I'm also certain they weren't planning on us escaping out here." She laughed lightly, attempting hard not to blush. Not like he would be able to notice anyways. The wine was affecting her a little, and the long and eventful night was wearing her down. Turning her head back to watch the end of the fireworks, the finale coming in a volley of purple, gold, red and teal colors, she smiled even wider. The intensity of the bursts was exaggerated, until finally the last streak lit the sky and all was quiet once more. Tufts of smoke left over from the explosions drifted lazily out over the lake.

"I greatly enjoy your company, as well. I am glad the sentiment is mutual. However, I'm sure we should find one of your attendants so I know where I will be staying for the evening." With that, the two reentered the great hall, most of the guests in the process of leaving for the night or being led away by other servants. One quickly joined the king and sorceress.

"Well, I suppose here is where I say good evening." With a turn to David and a slight bow, Morrigan's eyes connected with his as she gave him another warm smile, but in a way, much more mischievous this time. "I'm sure I will be seeing you quite soon." Turning, the taller woman accompanied the young man, walking off to presumably one of the many guest rooms within the castle.

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The room she had been given turned out to be more than suitably comfortable for the foreign ruler, with its own window overlooking the courtyard gardens outside. Every morning, bright sunlight streamed across stone floor decorated with plush carpets, to the even softer bed in the center of the room. There was a writing desk, a wardrobe, a full body mirror, and an attached bathroom suite. Not that she had spent much time alone in the room anyways. The past three days she had explored the city in which the castle was centered. It was never without a single guard with her. Apparently the king had insisted she have protection, and she wasn't about to argue. The guard, bearing standard plate armor and the royal coat of arms on a small shield mounted to the side of his hip, kept many nosy nobles and commoners alike from pestering her. And that was if they weren't already intimidated by her stature and the staff in her hand.

It was on one such day that she came back to the castle during the late afternoon, just before dinner would be served for all the visiting nobles. She was tired, but looking forward to a great meal. David had been busy, but hopefully he had time for her tonight. Admittedly, she was missing his presence.
 
Before she had expressed the desire, David could sense she was ready to end the evening. He walked with her down to the main floor and saw that the servant led her to her room. It made him wonder where she had put all her things when she had arrived earlier, and if she had been dressed for the celebration without needing a room. Either way, he said his good night to her and let the servant help her find a room. David was sure there would be plenty available. The palace was exceedingly large.

The King was not ready to retire just yet, so he returned to the celebrations. While many had gone to their rooms or elsewhere, it was still lively enough. He sat and drank dessert wine while a general told him about the history of his sword. It had been passed down through his family since his great-great grandfather. David held the blade, liking it's balance, and especially liking that it was not overly ornate. It was a tool that did it's job well and held up over the years. It reminded him of his sword. Although his did not have nearly as deep of a lineage.

Before the King's evening was done, he had finally bumped into his younger brother and sister. He knew they did not enjoy the spotlight like he did, so they had not sat at the head table. It made him realize it was a good thing he was the oldest. He loved the two of them very much, but Melia would be in poor shape with either of them ruling.

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The next several days took a busier turn than he had expected. A rebellion had flared in Lordess Biala's region. It was to be expected, but the difficult part was that Lordess Biala had taken part in it. David had thought her more sensible than that, so the army was sent back in with full force and she was detained. While David did not attend, he took part in it from afar. The main topic of discussion was 'who would control the protectorate now that Biala was compromised?' It was a question with many uncertainties.

Breaking for dinner one evening, he realized he had worked through every dinner since the solstice. He sat at the head table, which had been rearranged in a less formal fashion since the celebration, and soon saw Morrigan. It appeared she was going to be having dinner in the great hall. When she was close enough, he asked "How has your tour of the kingdom been so far? I've love to hear all about it."

A servant came around pouring drinks, and knowingly pulled out a chair for her beside the king. Today, David's younger brother and sister were at the table; Prince Harold and Princess Meera.
 
Morrigan had been preparing to seat herself further down the table, not having noticed the king take his place until a servant gestured to the seat nearest him. Attempting not to show much emotion other than pleasant surprise, the sorceress bowed her head in a similar, less pronounced movement as she had the first night they met. Taking the seat gracefully, she looked up across the dark wood table to take in the two new faces at the table. They were dressed in similar finery to David and boasted similar facial features, so she assumed they must be members of his family. She hadn't been advised as the existence of siblings, but she supposed such things would be poor to broadcast. Successors to the throne could be easily manipulated, especially when they weren't first in line behind their parents. Or just as easily assassinated. Not that Morrigan was planning anything of the sort. She detested having to use such violent means.

"My tour has been quite eventful, I'm glad that you or one of your court had the presence of mind to detach a guard for me. No doubt people would've been up and antsy about a random mage walking around the streets without some sort of evidence she was with a governing body of sorts. I enjoyed it though. Your surrounding town is much more dense than expected but affords a great opportunity for study of other cultures... Varemor is much more quiet, and with not as many foreigners in one place. Most of our citizens have been in the country for several generations. Though the younger ones seem to have a knack for wanderlust as of late." She smiled a little, nodding at the two others across the table, just as servants began laying out food to accompany their drinks.

"And who do I have the pleasure of meeting on this clear evening?" She knew there was a civil unrest going on, she had heard rumors flying while among the general populace, some angry grumblings in the shadows. It seemed David couldn't keep a handle on his own kingdom at the moment, so she chose to stay away from calling it a 'fine evening' for now. The sorceress tilted her head forward in a respectful gesture, seeing as she was already seated and couldn't quite reach across the table in such a rude manner to take their hand.

One of the passing servants introduced them by their full titles, then asked if they could be of any more service before being dismissed. Morrigan allowed a look of surprise to cross her face as she turned to address David.

"My, I didn't know you had siblings. Fortunate. I am an only child, so I do not know the joy."
 
King David listened to Morrigan's description of her visit. He was glad to hear she was enjoying it, and was happy to hear she understood the necessity for at least one guard. However, even if she was a non-magic user, he would have assigned her a guard. There would be no greater embarrassment than to have a foreign guest run into trouble at the hand of his own people. It was an unlikely thing in his mind, but guards were inexpensive.

"Yes, Harold and Meera don't put themselves out in the forefront much. They are both busy with their studies so that someday they can help me run the kingdom." At least that was the plan. Harold did not have the stomach for war, but still had potential to be a governing lord. Meera had a knack for dealing with the religious groups, and David felt she would do well as an ambassador of sorts. That position did not exist yet, but he could envision it all the same. However, it that did not pan out for her, there was always the option of a political alliance.

"Usually my mother would also come for dinners in the evening. She lives in her estate at the other edge of the town, but is currently in the north visiting a friend." David smiled "Once the title of Queen left her, I think she was happier for it."

The young king had a difficult time understanding that. To him, all he knew was being king, and his very existence was for the benefit of Melia. If he were somehow able to retire, despite it's impossibility, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Throughout the dinner Harold and Meera asked Morrigan questions about Varemor. Some of them could be misconstrued as being prying, but they were young royals who were simply curious about the world around them, especially the magical elements of it. David did not stifle or interrupt them, curious as well. However, he would have to mention to Meera that asking a sorceress if she had ever used dark magic was not good dinner talk. Although David was again interested in the response.

Before long, the dinner wound down and the young royals gave their respectively choreographed farewells. David wished them a goodnight and then said to Morrigan "I hope their questions were not too tiresome. It is not often that they get to speak informally with a foreign guest, let alone a sorceress."
 
The meal progressed smoothly, affording Morrigan a chance to enjoy what she was tasting for once. Just as it was with the ball, the meals were primarily composed of various meats with smaller sides of vegetables, fruits, bread, cheeses, and more. The wine was a different selection from what she had been served previously. It seemed to be just as flavorful, so she wasn't complaining. The dinner was also proving to be useful for gathering more information on David's personal affairs. The siblings were certainly not of proper age to rule yet should something befall David, and didn't seem to have his knack for governing. No doubt they had their individual talents, and she could see in how he addressed them that he still respected their input on certain matters. He no doubt intended to enroll their service in becoming advisers, though for what, she couldn't tell just yet. Their mother, the former Queen, seemed to be out of the picture at the moment.

"I can relate to her," she laughed, continuing "my own mother wanted to retire the crown before she passed, and rightfully so. She didn't want to spend her gray years on the throne barely managing to hold things together. Ruling is something fit only for the young or the determined." She raised her glass to her lips, listening to the questions fielded to her over the course of the night by his siblings. They were quite innocent, full of the wonder young minds restricted from birth tended to have.

She answered each of them willingly, but careful not to give too much information. Every magical user had his or her weaknesses, and Morrigan wouldn't be caught dead revealing them over dinner chatter to the king sitting not a foot away. When it came to the questions about dark magic, she felt a twinge of anger but held it back. She knew it wasn't their fault to be curious, and it was a slight reaction to prior run-ins with uneducated slobs who held prejudice against people like her.

"When one uses magical terms, it's important to know the difference. Warlocks and their female counterparts proclaim their magic stems from a higher power. Sorcerers and sorceresses like myself are born with the innate ability to harness naturally-occurring magic. To my knowledge, no one is simply able to 'learn' magic by studying it. Dark magic is anything that tampers with the natural order of things like death or moral government. Changing metal to achieve greater wealth, to practice necromancy, to artificially extend one's life outside of the curing of ailments, and a handful of other things are what we consider to be bad practice. And I have never participated in these nor would I know how to. We make a point of not teaching spells like those in Varemor."

After the king's siblings had left the room Morrigan finally turned her attention to David. It was strange. She almost felt relieved and happy to be spending more time somewhat alone with him, having looked forward to it for the last several days.

"No it is absolutely fine. Anything to educate young minds. Misinformation can be some of the most dangerous kind out there." She slowly rose from the table, finished with her meal. A servant quickly handed her the staff she had placed with them before the meal, and she gripped it close to her. "Would I be so privileged as to enjoy your company on the terrace once more this evening?"
 
David listened, with interest, to Morrigan's responses. He had a basic understanding of how magic worked, so her words affirmed many areas and added new information to others. If magic was something that was more prevalent, he would have seen a greater need to study its abilities.

With the young royals gone, he heard Morrigan's reply and request. David smiled and said "I would like that."

Rising, David walked with her through the emptying great hall, down the hall, and up the spiral stairs. They passed along the tall glass windows before reaching the final stairwell which led to the terrace. Arriving at the same spot as the party a few nights before, the sun had set but there was still a faint glow on the Western horizon. The rest of the sky was showing the stars.

"The kingdom has been busy these past few days, so I'm happy you have been able to find your way around. Tomorrow I will be resting some of my duties on my advisors, and I'd like to show you more of Melia if you are available. The palace city has more things to see than one could do in a lifetime, but it is not always the best representation of the kingdom." David did not mean that in a bad sense, only that one city in an expanding kingdom was still just one city.

As they stood together on the balcony, he found his eyes drifting to her again. He found her exceedingly beautiful, especially on this night. The man pulled his eyes away to look at the sky. He told himself it was just because it had been too long since he had relieved himself. That was why he was eying her. However, that wasn't true. Sure the young man was filled with testosterone and pent up, and usually it could be sated by a long evening of training, but he did find her very beautiful. He just didn't want to admit it to himself since the practice of wanting to have sex with a neighboring ruler was generally frowned upon for good reason. However, the man could not help but imagine and feel it stir his loins.

There was a knock at the entrance to the balcony and a servant came forward with a tray of empty glasses and a bottle of wine "Your highnesses, forgive my intrusion. I saw you both leave and figured you would need refreshment."

David indeed found it to be strange, but thanked the servant and said he would take care of the pouring. The servant left and David said to Morrigan "Would you like a glass?"

He poured the glasses and brought it up to his nose to smell. It appeared as if he was inspecting the quality, but in truth he was smelling for poison. He did not doubt the servant's loyalty, he just found it strange how it had been brought so freely. Thankfully, David's perception of poison was not tripped by the fruity scent, and his suspicions faded.

"It seems my staff is desiring to see me either relaxed or drunk" He smiled and then said "Shall we toast to a day of entertainment and relaxation tomorrow?"
 
The stars shone beautifully in the sky once more, just as Morrigan had remembered from a few nights prior. It was amazing how good weather continued to bless the kingdom in such a fashion. Overall, the view was perfect. She couldn't ask for a better one in her own palace...her view covered much of the surrounding forests and plains, but the otherwise the land was primarily flat and lacked any major bodies of water within view. This was crisp, and new. Strangely, it always seemed to settle her nerves some.

Tonight, she was wearing a simpler outfit in comparison to her gown she had worn at the ball. It was comprised of a purple and black top with geometrically patterned fabric that extended to her hips, baring her shoulders and reaching comfortably around her chest. Paired with this were black leggings that reached to her upper thighs with white accents, slipping down towards the foot and conforming with her footwear so well as to camouflage the transition. Over one shoulder, wrapped around her waist loosely and worn the rest of the way as a cape was a plain, blood red silken shawl. She wore no distinctive finery or jewelry besides a black leather necklace on which five green, circular-cut stones laid separated by rings of silver.

The sorceress found her eyes looking to the king as he addressed her, wondering what it was about him that attracted her so strangely. Being tied to magic, she was naturally superstitious. Was it the stars? Was it fate? She might be able to find out the longer the two managed to interact. It was a mysterious puzzle she wished to add up to more than just his good looks.

"That would be wonderful, and I appreciate your attention in such a difficult time for your kingdom. I hope my visit has not been at the most inopportune moment." She gave him a slightly look out of the corner of her eye, a hint of a smile on her face. It could be she was teasing him, or she was imparting familiar knowledge with having to deal with unruly groups such as the uprising he was experiencing. She would leave that up to him. At that moment, the servant entered, and she turned to face the glasses of wine, accepting one from David.

"Thank you." Morrigan watched him smell the glass, seeming to search for something. "If you are hoping to find poison, there are some that can go undetected to the sense of smell. But I can tell you right now..." And here she touched the side of his glass as well, small blue sparks jumping around the glass harmlessly with no other noted effect. "It is safe to consume. If you feel like it, I can teach you that trick to a court mage, if you have one."

"Also, I'm willing to bet either. You've had a tough few days after all. A ruler is at his best when he is relaxed and ready to face challenges anew." She imparted this small bit of wisdom with a sip of the wine, enjoying it greatly and noting the hint of cherries. Moving closer to the balcony, Morrigan continued drinking, taking her time but occasionally pouring herself another glass. She kept pace with the king, until it seemed that the alcohol began to have its desired effects. She noticed a certain slack to his shoulders, where previously they had been tight with worry.

"So, a young king such as yourself...I'm surprised your ever-cautious Lord Edmont hasn't been urging you to marry. It is typical for your kingdom is it not? To strengthen the crown? It is not a tradition so closely followed in my region of the world."
 
David listened to her speak of unruly groups, he nodded and replied "It is no trouble at all. Besides, if there weren't unruly groups, there would be no need for a king." The man smiled and then heard her talk of his detection of poison before casting a spell for her own verification. He imagined she used it regularly since visiting his kingdom.

"That is a handy trick. And I would take you up on your offer, however there is no mage in my employment yet. So for now, I must rely on my skills." It had been a goal of the court to hire a mage, but mages were a different sort of people and oftentimes liked to stay away from political figures. It had crossed David's mind to force one into her service, but then that would compromise the loyalty required in their abilities. He could only hope that would change someday.

David then agreed with her on the benefits of a relaxed ruler. Thankfully the man had a high tolerance, but he could tell he needed some rest and relaxation. The thought crossed his mind of having a few drinks with Morrigan, and when they parted ways going to visit the brothel or sending for one of their girls. It was not ideal, but would achieve the desired effect of relaxing him.

The first part was exactly what happened. David shared several drinks with Morrigan, and even had the servant bring in another bottle since this one was fast depleting. That was when he heard her comment on Lord Edmont. David could not help but roll his eyes.

"Well, that's exactly what he has been doing. He can be a very nosey old man at times, and it makes me wonder if he has nothing better to do. But yes, Melian culture follows the same tradition with royals, lords, etc. Marriage is very important, and is often planned out at a young age through betrothal."

David took a long sip of the wine, feeling it helping to ease away some of his more physical stresses. "I was betrothed for a few months when I was twelve or thirteen. It was a terrible betrothal to a small kingdom with little value, but the royal family did seem nice from what I remember. Unfortunately, a civil war broke out and they were taken out. Shame. Everyone expected it to be just a minor uprising."

"So as of now, Lord Edmont will have to continue pestering me in his little meetings and being overly odd whenever a female royal comes to visit. I'd send him back to his home, but with his dedication I'd imagine he would return." David laughed.

He then looked out at the landscape, which was shrouded in the darkness, only poking out from the light reflected from the moon and stars. Gazing back at Morrigan, he said "What about a lovely queen such as yourself? I don't recall hearing anything about a husband back in Varemor."
 
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