king maker

[clonewar]

Byron smashed his fist into the longed delicately carved stone arm rest for the thousandth time that day. He was without a queen, without a woman to share his meals, his mind or his bed chamber with. Silver clad soldier lined the great meeting hall in front of them scantily clad a throng of pale skinned moon elves. Fear and hate looked up at him from those eyes yet he did not care.

“King the elf demand you send back there princess” Demand that they think they could tell him what to do an what not to do. He stood up the long dire wolf cap hung around his neck cascading over his shoulders. His long black hair bound back out of the way his piercing red eyes could seer through a humans soul. He moved like an animal a fast moving gate that threatened to run over any who stood before him.

The princess stood in the center a small space was the only measure of rank afforded by her and the other poisoners. “I see you’re father has offered and threatened much to get his hands back on you, are you playing both princess and queen” he taunted knowing that unlike the drow such things were forbidden by there gods. He looked her over she was too small to frail to be any drows mate.

“I should tell you now I would sooner roast you over a spit then sell or surrender you to that old man” A chain rain from a choker on her neck grabbing it he hoisted her into the air so that she could see him eye to eye. She was something new her eyes did not betray any emotion her soul seemed only to mirror his own hunger and hate. He held her up she was so light she could have been mistaken for a drow child.

 

[Kanna]

Taralyn hated being led into the throne room like common cattle. Those that had been captured along with her were also very upset about it also...though it wasn't like they could do anything about it. The chains were heavy and restricted any movement, so none of them could cast a spell without alerting the drow that kept them captive. However, it really didn't stop them from moving.

The princess simply watched the king's movements carefully, not bothering to struggle against her chains like the others. She heard several snide remarks from those around her that held them prisoner. Her once expensive clothes were minimal, shredded by those that captured her, yet it didn't bother her in the least. A bored look painted itself on her face as she heard that her father demanded she returned. Of course he wanted her back. She was his only heir, and the people loved her.

Taralyn raised one fine eyebrow when his eyes met hers. Finally, she decided that it was time for her to speak. “To tell you the truth, my father and my people both love me. And they will do anything they can to have me back. What you simply heed as an idle threat, I'll tell you now, that it is a very potent promise.” She didn't care that he drew her up to look at her. “If that is your wish, I would gladly tie myself onto the spit, though my father will be furious, and none of your soldiers, sorcerers, or civilians will be safe. The children will be the last generation of drow, your daughters will never inherit your throne. It's up to you.”

 

[clonewar]

He laughed the drow ate each other like serpents from birth to the grave they knew neither peace nor love. This Elf spunk most were too polite for his taste talking about honor and treaties none would threaten him to his face with death. He held her higher her body was far stronger then most though like all elf was lithe and long. He placed a hand on her arm twisting it gently fearing like a birds wing it might shatter. He smiled he was not one for a lot of talk action spoke louder then words.

“Peace or freedom, you’re people stole a queen you can have you’re freedom or you can have peace” Grasping the chain he twisted it between his fingers as if braiding a rope the thick black links shattered. Falling to the floor they sparkled against her white skin like stars in the nights sky. Placing his hand on her hip and shoulder so she would not fall her held her there like a porcelain doll.

“Now I know you are strong but can you play weak I don’t need a queen that spurns me, forever” he smile gently placing his hand under her jaw he leaned forward and kissed her like a long lost lover. He smiled she did not flinch did not move at least he hoped elf were squeamish and weak things after all. While she might be a princess her fathers father had been nothing more then a man of the cloth. A family who forsakes one vow can never again be trusted to keep another.