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The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The queen knew Lancius would be angry at her outburst, but she did not know how far the youth would go. As he approached her she braced herself, taking a step backward but still catching his stinging palm against her already bruised cheek. She could not hold back the small whimper of pain, but afterwards she grit her teeth and resolved to make no more encouraging sounds. Once he struck her she stumbled backwards, only to receive another blow that knocked her off balance. The door opened again and a young boy entered, taking her degradation even further when he could obviously see no trace of her former queenly persona.

Slowly rising to her full height, Maewyn shook her head as if to dispute the boy's words. She kept silent, however, knowing that it would earn her another blow. Already she could feel her cheek darkening again, this recent strike re-purpling the bruise she already sported. The queen bit her tongue to bid the squire to stop, knowing that it would do no good. Only she could save the young elven boy by giving in to this young tyrant, and that is what she had to do. When the youth began to get dressed from traveling she thought perhaps he had given up his barbaric idea to send her to the barracks, but it seemed he was just taking the time to think of more degrading things to tell her.

Maewyn wished fervently that she could speak freely, but she was not a stupid woman and did not wish to garner and more blows. Judging by actions alone he was the beast, but she held her tongue. The elf winced when Lancius pulled her up by the long rope of her plaited auburn hair, and she threw her arms out in front of her to brace herself against the door lest she fall out into the hallway. "Fine! Yes I agree!" Her voice was angry, sick at heart of the idea of the poor elven boy being killed in such a manner.
 
The youth showed a hurtful expression as he opened the door in front of them. "Very well" He lead her outside his room as he signalled the maid and the two guards to come forth. "Take her to her room and keep her there" Looking at her maid he spoke. "After taking care of your lady, come back to my quarters for further instructions. He signalled the men as the moved towards her. "I wish it did not have to come to this" he whispered as she walked past him, before she could react he was already inside his room."

The group moved back towards the quarters of the queen, once inside they found a young elven boy sitting on a small chair, Eldric was standing behind him showing the boy a small map of the kingdom. "Ah.. my lady we where just discussing a few of his future duties, My generous and kind liege as offered to educate him in the ways of the keep, a grand future awaits you lad" He brushed his hair and left the room. "I will see you tomorrow" He said as he closed the door behind him. The maid helped the queen get cleaned up and treat her wounds, she did not ask questions nor coddle her for her wounds. After she was done she headed out, and an hour later came back with instructions.

Week 1:
The soldiers escorted the queen to the office of lance. They knocked at the wooden doors. "Enter" Lance called out, as they opened the door and let the lady inside. This was the first time she was lead into his office, his room had been grand - majestic even, but his office was small. There stood only a large desk and two chairs, but what was grand about this room where the books. Every inch of the walls where covered with books.

Lance moved a small book away from the desk and placed it in the shelve. "Please be seated" He gestured to the chair in front of the desk. "I take it the boy is enjoying his freedom, and working hard" It was not a question as he already knew the answer. "I wanted to talk to you about a few subjects concerning your people." He grabbed a empty parchment and placed a ink-well next to it. "How long does your average kind live?, and are there racial differences in your race?" He politely waited her answer and did not stop her when she spoke. "As for your reign, How old where you when you took up the throne, Did you not have a successor?. How about related kin" Again he wrote down all of her words.

This went on for an hour when he finally stopped writing. Refreshments where brought in and he casually ate a small slice of cheese. "I have sent word to my father, expressing the need of the.... 'service' of your maids to be. He assures me that they have not been harmed, and are on their way to this keep. I suspect it will take four days, possibly five if the weather is against them." He folded his hands and sighed. "I must warn you, that my fathers written words might be... different from reality, while they certainly would not be harmed, they might have endured 'hardships'." He looked at her, and his eyes spoke for him, he did not want to discuss this subject further. "Be prepared to take care of them"
 
The elven queen simply could not keep up with the moods of this human youth. Was every human prone to such extreme emotions? As soon as she gave in he looked hurt, and then apologized to her. Maewyn would not have been surprised if Lancius fed her to the guards anyway, so what did surprise her was how he instructed her maid to take care of her and simply left. Glancing over at his closed door with open mouthed surprise she let herself be led away, wanting to ask the soldiers if he was generally that hot and cold but she decided she had pushed her luck enough for one day and didn’t want to provoke them.

Sighing and wishing to just be left alone in her quarters to ponder this exhausting day, Maewyn was surprised once again to enter her rooms and see Eldric there with the elven boy. Although it was hard for elves to conceive, and therefore making all young precious to them, the queen was more concerned for the boy than just as a continuation of her race. She would never tell any of the barbaric humans, but the child was actually her nephew. Her sister, before she was killed in a raid, entrusted the protection of the boy to her. Who better to protect someone than a queen, correct? Unfortunately that was not the case for Maewyn, so she was doubly cautious and determined to protect the child as best she could under the circumstances. The queen gave the child a quick hug and then let herself be led away by the maid, letting her treat her wounds and get redressed.

Week 1:
Here she was again, being escorted to see the youthful heir. The queen had wondered during the week why he was waiting so long to summon her after their heated negotiations, but she never mentioned it to anyone. This time she was led to a different room than before, much smaller and filled to the brim with books. Obviously this was an office or study of sorts. Coolly Maewyn sat in the offered chair, assuming this was where she spilled the contents of her mind to him. Watching as he prepared parchment and quill, she inwardly sighed and steadied herself. “My kind can live indefinitely, unless by some force are dispatched from this world. An elf can have varying skin, eye and hair colors just as humans can.”

Her words were almost robotic, reciting information from memory without emotion. “I was roughly 500 years old when I took over my current reign, and my successor was killed in the first round of fighting.” Her cousin Lael had been named her successor since she never had any childred during her rule, and he had been killed early on in the war. She didn’t mention any of her related kin, believing he would think them all dead, as most were.

She grew tired of being questioned after a short while, but never insisted that he stop. When the inquiries finally stopped she breathed a mental sigh of relief, and became more animated when he mentioned the two elf girls. Her violet eyes flashed angrily for a moment when he mentioned that they might have already suffered, but she could do nothing to change the past. “Thank you, for informing me.”
 
The youth waved the comment away with his hand as he placed his index finger on a piece of fruit, slowly he slid it across the table towards the queen. "The elven boy mentioned that your kind usually ate fruit" He awaited her answer and response as he withdrew his hand slowly. "Should other measures be taken to make your 'stay' and that of your kin more bearable?" He sounded actually concerned as he spoke these words. When she answered him he just nodded and then stared at the window. After a while he turned around and looked at her, he made the movements of wanting to speak, but he did not. He clutched his right fist gently as he relaxed it again, a force of habit of his if he was unsure of himself. "That is all" His expression was a mixture of agitation and distraction. "Guards we are done here" Within seconds her personal guards came in the room and escorted her.

Five days later her room opened while she, her maid and the Elven boy (name?) where having supper -the boy had insisted that her maid should join her, as it was a tradition to eat with your family within the lands of the Empire. When the doors opened Lance took one step inside, he stared at the queen as he looked straight in her eyes. The elven girls rushed in the room and embraced the queen, one sobbing beyond reason. "I'll have the physician check in later this week" He left without uttering a further word.

Week 2:
"Enter" Lance said as he placed a empty sheet, a map, and a ink well in front of him. He once more gestured her to take a seat as he inspected her skin. "I see that your wounds have healed, Good" His voice was clear today, not a hint of doubt. He awaited her reply before he proceeded. He questioned her about the lands of the elven, natural borders, plantation and wildlife inhabiting the lands. He made her draw up raw sketches where other nations might be. The youth seemed to drink up every bit of information she offered, not a minor detail was to little. Soon the map was covered with small notes, scribbles, and smudges of ink. He looked satisfied as he placed the map on the side of the table.

He stared at her briefly before continuing. "Last time you said that your successor was killed in the war, I take it that you did not have an heir of your own?, or at least not any more, could you elaborate?." He awaited her response and nodded, however he did not take notes. "Is it hard for the elven people to conceive, and how many months is the carriage?" Again he awaited her answer, he asked her to repeat a small piece again, as he wrote her words down this time. "That will be all for today" He said as he placed the writing apparatus away and smiled briefly. "I thank you for.. cooperating so effectively up until now." He stood up and walked towards her, leaning against the table as he looked down at her.

"I have not forgotten my end of the deal. Tomorrow I ride for Highfield keep, to meet a family friend of ours. The mine where one of the elven males works, lies only a days ride from there. I shall personally confirm his health, and try to make adjustments accordingly. You have my word." He got of the table and went towards the door. "That will be all" He awaited her to get up and head towards the door as he waited. She motioned for the handle of the door as his right hand intercepted hers, gently pulling it away. He stepped closer towards her as he was a few inches away from her. He felt her warm breath flow against his face as he stared at her. His eyes met hers as he noticed her eyes where alive. All the elven pride rested in those eyes of hers. All her years of wisdom kept her standing there with with the pride of an elf born. She did not flinch as he moved closer. His lips touched her lips only slightly, when they moved towards her ear. "I would suggest you advise the elven youth not to dress you as auntie any more. Especially if working with Eldric"

He stepped backwards and opened the door gently. "Good day my lady" He turned his back towards her and moved back towards the desk
 
Maewyn was drained from exposing secrets of her kind, but she knew it was necessary for the survival of the remaining elves help captive. When the youth offered her a piece of fruit one of her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she took the offered food and took a delicate bite out of it. Despite the fact that she had been there for a week she still savored the preferred food of her race, afraid that they would return to feeding her indigestible slop. The queen was surprised that her nephew, Raen, would mention such a thing to Lancius or to someone that would report to him, but the child was young even by human standards. “Yes, that is correct. We elves prefer to ingest only food that comes from the earth.” When he asked if there was anything else he could do she was surprised, but shook her head slowly. “No, there is nothing I can think of at this time.” His mood swings were confusing her, so she let the guards take her away without another word.

Days later, as she ate her nightly dinner with Raen and her made, the door opened suddenly without warning. Maewyn turned quickly to see who it was, and was startled to see Lancius standing there. Before she could ask what had happened the two elven girls ran into the room and threw themselves into her arms, one sobbing. Her arms full with the two girls, she could only nod at the youth to show she heard him and then turn her full attention to the girls. It pained her to hear the stories of the two, but they were safe with her now and she could see that they were protected.

Week 2:
The cycle continued the same as last week, and this time Maewyn was not surprised when she was summoned to the heir’s office. She was rather startled when he commented upon how she had healed and she nodded in agreement but did not comment. Time passed as they filled up the map, and once that was finished she expected to be dismissed. When he continued with the questioning, a line she wasn’t quite comfortable with, she simply grit her teeth and answered anyway.

“Yes, my cousin was my successor and he was killed early in the war. I had no children of my own, as you know it is difficult for elves to conceive, so he was named as my heir.” She paused and thought back to the few times she had managed to conceive, but before she was able to bring the child to turn she always miscarried. “An elven pregnancy lasts approximately one year.” Her tone was more clipped than before, the painful memories setting her on edge.

In silence she watched as he approached her, and she did not move away from him though she did not move closer. When he explained that he was going to check on one of the elven workers she nodded in thanks, and stood up, aiming to leave. She was stopped by his hand on hers, and the queen did not protest or raise a hand against him though he stole a brief kiss from her. When he mentioned her nephew her eyes narrowed, and she could hold her tongue no longer. “Why are you keeping me here? Can you not ask me all of your questions and then let me go? Or if I am too much of a threat, then kill me?” She could not stand not knowing what her future held. Without waiting for an answer she stalked out of the door, leaving the soldiers to trail behind her as she walked back to her quarters.
 
The youth grinned as heard her stride across the floor, two soldiers clumsy making their way towards her. "Oy.. Er.. Miss" Lance chuckled a bit as he moved back to his office, it would be a long day tomorrow and he still had much to do. Closing the door behind him, he moved towards the map, He would of course question the male elves and let them draw up the same map for him, comparing the notes. "If accurate" He spoke out loud as his eyes glisten.

Week 4:
The elven queen had two weeks off from the interrogation, her cousin Raen was beginning his lessons his riding, coming back bruised but smiling each day. He spoke highly of the horses the humans kept, not the slender ones the elven trained, but pitch-black large and bulky warhorses. Halfway during the third week Amelia came rushing in smiling bright before getting back into character. "Maewy... I mean my lady" She bowed gently as she beamed again. "Great news.. I have convinced the captain of the guard to escort us both to the stables. Outside" She smiled as she knew her lady had not seen sunlight in over three weeks.

They where escorted outside daily now, watching young Raen try to tame a stubborn horse for days. Giving pointers here and the his progress was startling, even more so when you spoke with the horse briefly. The captain of the guards his jaw dropped when the horse even bowed his head. "Parlour-tricks" He muttered when you gave him a satisfied glance. During your visits your escort was reduced to only one soldier, usually a young recruit who needed discipline.

When the fourth week was passed you where summoned to the lord's office again. The youth's face was thin and he had darkened eyes, clearly the boy had been travelling. "Please sit" He smiled as he sat down himself. I bring good word, your servant is doing fine." He cleared his throat before speaking again. "He said himself the work was tolerable, and wished to know of your present situation. I managed to convince the warden there that the man possessed a keen mind and a sharp calculating ability, they have transferred him to the position of treasure master." He looked at her and noticed that she did not understand the terminology. "It means he counts coins, writes reports, and sees fresh air a lot. It is a good position, most free men never even get suited for. He ears a small wager, and in time can buy his freedom."

The youth yawned as he took a slice of cheese and stuffed it in his mouth, he ate quickly as he was ravished. "sorry long ride" he mumbled between words. When he was finally done he smiled a bit. "I will ask you only a few questions today, but will offer the rest of the time to any questions you might have. I'll warn you, I still do not have a answer for your previous question"
 
Spending time with Raen and her elven maids was almost like being back in her home, aside from the fact that there were guards posted at her doorway and she wasn't aloud to walk outside. It was fine having a window to gaze out of, but as the days wore on the elven queen longed to feel the sunlight truly on her skin and not through a glass pane. Every day when her nephew left for his lessons she longed to go out with him, but she made do with his smiling face and how he excitedly told her about his days. Halfway through the week when Amelia came in Maewyn wondered why she was in such a hurry, but her normal calm mood soon turned to excitement when she was told the good news. Being outside daily was an extremely important gift to the queen, and she enjoyed the time as much as she could.

Week 4:
Yet whatever the reason, the heir was being kind to her nephew and it was putting the queen on edge. Of course she was happy that little Raen was enjoying his horseback lessons and schooling, but she had to wonder what the cost would be to her. More information? Normally she would guess that, but she had not been summoned in roughly two weeks. There was also the matter of Lancius pointedly including the use of her body in his negotiations, and when he never mentioned it again she began to fear he was planning something. When the summons finally did come she instructed Raen and her maids to proceed outside as usual, while she went to see the heir.

Settling herself in her normal seat in front of his desk, Maewyn took the time to study the young human. It was clear he was tired from extensive traveling. During these sessions the queen usually kept a neutral expression on her face, but when he brought word of her soldier she allowed a small smile to pull up her lips. She was relieved he had been offered a good position, and from what Lancius told her he will eventually be able to buy his freedom. If only the elf queen were so lucky. When the boy yawned both of her eyebrows went up in surprise, not having seen him so relaxed before. She was not surprised to hear there would be questions, but she was surprised to hear she would be able to question him in return. Her replies to his questions were short as usual, her mind churning over what questions she would ask. When it was finally her turn she asked him an all-encompassing inquiry. "What am I here for?" She knew it was for her knowledge, but eventually she would tell him all she could and then were would she be left?
 
The boy grinned as she spoke the question, he had expected it and he came prepared. "Ah the big question I see" He tore off a piece of bread as he slowly ate a piece. "You are here for a lot of reasons" He swallowed the bread and drank a cup of water as he peered into her eyes. "You are here because of what you represent. A powerful leader, a gifted mind who holds much knowledge, and a perfectly shaped creature" He placed the tray of food to the side as he rubbed his temples. "The decision my father made was made purely out of secual reasons, he considered you a 'toy' to please his son." He peered into her eyes and smiled briefly. "I however see more potential in you, The elves are a powerful race, you only lost the war because of numbers. Bravery and tactics you people match ours, if not greater. I wish to learn that force, and protect the empire from within."

He waited for a few minutes as he awaited her reply, when it did not come he spoke. "As for the question that has been haunting you for the last 4 weeks. Yes, at some point I will take you. I would prefer you would do this willingly." He stood up as he walked towards the window. "Hate me or even despise me if you must, but do so with reason. I was not the one who invaded your lands, butchered your kin. I am the son of your butcher, does that make me evil?" He pressed his hands on the stone wall as he let the words sink in. "I have protected you, and your kin, from my father and his henchmen Eldric. You may not agree to my 'barbaric' methods, but you cannot deny the results. If you wish to argue me about morality and ethics, about how cruel my ways are, you will have plenty of time, and I shall be a apt student."

He pushed himself off the wall as he made his way towards her, he gently slid his left hand across her face as he inched her head towards him, before she could react his lips where locked with hers. He felt her hesitation, her defiance, he did not care. The young boys eyes where closed during the joining, he pulled his lips away from hers as he whispered towards her, "I all of mankind truly the beast you claim it to be?" His voice sounded calm yet emotional. The felt unsure as what to do next. He stood up and sighed. "Guards where done here"
 
Yes indeed, the burning question that was never far from Maewyn's mind. It was a special kind of torture, she thought, that they would keep her in captivity such as this with no purpose. When she was queen there was always something that needed her attention, and after so many years of ruling and being needed she felt bereft. The queen didn't take her violet eyes from the youth's as he explained why they kept her a captive, her lip only curling up slightly in contempt when he mentioned her body. She had always been the one to choose her consort, every male elf in the palace would have jumped at the chance to be with her. Maewyn had never had a male look at her body with lust and simply decide that he would have her. It was an uncomfortable experience, to say the least, and she always got defensive when walking around because even the youngest guards had roaming eyes.

Although he complimented her race, praising their bravery and war tactics, the fact of the matter is that they lost. It was a hard fact for her to face, but it was the truth. Being kept in confinement like this only gave her the chance to think in greater detail upon what she has lost. "You speak of such heavy topics, young one. What do you know about true evil?" The queen paused to study his face. "I must admit you have given a good post to my solider and my maids, as well as to Raen, but this is still half the life they lived before. If you were truly selfless you would let them go, I can promise they will not mount a rebellion against your kingdom."

It was a long shot, clearly, and she knew he would never agree to it. She wouldn't feel right if she didn't keep trying, however. When he approached her again she knew what it was after. Maewyn dared him with her eyes to steal another kiss, and of course the young one did it. "You are so young, child. Have you ever been with a woman?" She countered his question with one of her own, trying to rattle him even further. She could see when he became unsure, and she hoped to make him ponder her words. "There is much you haven't seen in this world; when you have lived as long as I have then we can have a discussion about mortality." She stood up when he did and left the room.
 
She had clearly won this fight, the youth felt miserable to say the least. She hit him where it had hurt the most, he indeed had never experienced the pleasure of a woman. Life it court was a harsh one, even more for the son of the ruler. He was not allowed to slip up, to was was weakness. The youth buried his wounded pride as he went back to work, he needed to write a large reform. Although the youth was a boy in the eyes of his peers, the valued his military insight, half the Military council would back him up, should he voice his desire for a campaign towards new land. Puzzling the pieces of information he gathered from the elven people, he had created a detailed map, and information from the last 20 years. He smiled as he imagined the look of his father when he would present this, the old coot would surely have a heart attack.

month 3:
As time progressed the elven boy grew accustomed to human life, although he would always feel a bit 'odd' none of the soldiers and servants would make his life miserable. Eldric proved true to his word, teaching the lad the way of the script and even art. During a discussing with Lance, they had desired to elevate the lad to squire, Elevating him even above common soldiers. His time with his aunt was halved, he still visited her, but he had more duties to attend to now.

The regular question sessions with Lance had not been interrupted, now every other day the lady would be summoned to the lord's office, or the outer courtyard. The boy asked a lot of questions about elven tactics, way of the land, healing capabilities of certain herbs. He never discussed the incident that happened before. The youth however had changed again, now distant and cold. The queen had seen Lance with the elven boy in the stables quite a few times, Lance had personally taken over his horsemanship. The boy was jaw struck as Lance showed him a pure war bred stallion, it obeyed commands and would not flinch no matter the sound nor smell around him.

On the third month exact he summoned the queen to the courtyard again. Lance sat on a wooden bench basking in the sunlight. He was dressed only in his leather trousers and boots. A discarded tunic and chain-mail lay on the ground, a older man dressed in chain-mail walked passed the queen, he carried two blunted swords. Lance was covered in sweat, his athletic frame now had a reddish tint, as his muscles where still swollen. He turned around as he noticed her.

"I wanted to discuss something with you" He gestured her to take a seat next to him, waiting for her to sit he continues. "My father has organised a large ball in 3 months.. it is to celebrate his 57 year alive, but I suspect it is a ruse to find me a potential bride." He waited a second to see if she understood what a ball was, hearing no questions he continued. "I have decided that you shall accompany myself, I wish to hear your thoughts concerning this subject"
 
Month 3:
Time passed ever so slowly, now that she didn't see her nephew as often. It was always the highlight of her day whenever he used to spend time with her, but now as his studies and duties increased she saw less and less of the boy. Maewyn knew it was for the best, it was necessary to make his future bright, but that didn't make it hurt any less. And it didn't make her days pass any quicker. Monotony was soon becoming an even larger enemy than Lancius or the Emperor was, and the queen just didn't know what to do with her time.

Although she saw her nephew less, she began to see Lance more. Instead of once weekly, their information sessions were now every other day. She almost enjoyed the time they spent out in the courtyard, but talking about the elves and her past still made me melancholy after each visit. She tried to stay calm and happy around her maids, but they could tell when she was in one of her moods. Maewyn knew her words had sunk in to the youth, however, because when before he would smile at her occasionally and try to steal a kiss, now he was cold and formal when he questioned her. He never brought up the incident, so neither did she.

On one fine day she was summoned to the courtyard, and thinking it the normal information session she did not hurry to appear. She took her time instead, making sure her gown was tightened as much as possible to show off her curves and that her hair hung down her back in a heavy waterfall. When she appeared outside she turned her face to the sunshine with a brief smile, before approaching the oddly shirtless youth. One eyebrow rose in question as she took the offered seat beside him, but she did not speak aloud because she could see that he had clearly been practicing swordplay. For one so young he was handsome, the queen could admit. When he brought up the subject of a ball she held back an unladylike scoff, for although they called it by a different name in the elven kingdom she was well aware of what a ball was. "You wish for me to accompany you?" It was strange that he would even give her the option, firstly, and also that he would chose a captive to be his escort when the party was being held to find him a bride. "If, like you said, your father wishes for you to pick a bride does it not seem backwards for you to arrive with a woman already on your arm?"
 
The boy chuckled as he leant back, his dark brown hair had grown a bit over last few months. The boy looked to the side as he grinned. "That is exactly why I want you to come, you of all people should understand how it is to be forced in a situation" He stood up and grabbed a small bucked of water. "My father's word is law, and should he speak out his desire for a marriage, I will have to obey." He grinned once more as he lifted the bucked over his head, cold water flowed from the bucked as the boy cleaned himself. His chest tensing up by the sudden cold water. "I want you to accompany me to make things harder for my father. Now lady of the court would dare express her desire for my hand, if my hand is already occupied by the worlds most perfect one." While he spoke this he stared into her eyes, she could see the youth was honest about this one. "And it gives you an opportunity to see the world, and piss off people who did your people wrong. Play your cards right, and my father would be forced to lessen the restriction on the surviving elves." He pointed on a towel next to her as he stretched out his hand, gently taking it from her grasp he smiled. "Well it all depends on your answer, and your court etiquette, if you agree your maid will instruct you on the human formalities, and a list of high ranking personnel you should.. memorise." He bowed gently as he signalled her guard to follow him, leaving her alone in the court yard.

Over the course of the next few days Lance had decided to remove her personal guard. The elven boy was firmly entrenched in his court, and the elven maidens where working day shifts in the kitchen. The queen would not escape without her people. The boy walked towards his private quarters and looked over the shoulders of a worker. "How goes the progress?" The large worker was putting a large chipped out stone in place, together it formed a round sphere where water could be placed inside. It would generously fit 4 people if needed. "Ah my lord.. two more weeks and she should do fine" Lance patted him on the shoulder and flipped him a silver sovereign. The winter would come in a few months, and a warm bath should do just fine.
 
Yes indeed, the elf queen was quite familiar with being forced to do something she did not wish. The past four months of her life had been just that, and although she may have adapted to her new routine that doesn't mean she had to like it. "Are you not respected by him? Surely he would take into consideration your thoughts on the match." In her kingdom there was such a thing as an arranged marriage, but the two partners to be wed always had a period of time to get to know their intended spouse and ultimately had the power to call off the affair. She could not imagine her parent forcing her into a loveless match; just another of many differences between the two races. When he stood up to cool himself off he unfortunately did not move far enough away, and Maewyn gasped as some of the cold water splashed onto her. She sent a scathing look in his direction but did not comment, knowing logically he did purposefully splash her with the water. Picking up the towel next to her she briefly wiped the droplets off her face and neck, before passing it to him. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she listened to his proposition, a smile twitching briefly on her lips at his lavish compliment. Flattery would get him far, as well as favors to her people.

"I fear the ladies of the court will look down upon me due to my..status." The queen spoke the word with distaste, though she was honest. "I cannot guarantee that I will not sharpen my tongue upon them if this occurs." If she had to put a few naive human girls in their places she had no qualms about doing it. The chance to speak with high ranking officials and perhaps even the Emperor in the hopes of helping the survivors of her people was a prime opportunity for her, and she would be foolish to reject his offer. That didn't mean she had to answer him now, for it was always better in her opinion to make a man sweat a little while he waited. Maewyn did not answer him before he walked away, and she took one last longing look around the bright courtyard before returning inside. Without warning a few days later her personal guard was removed, and the queen was sure she knew who was behind it. Instead of sending a message to him she kept mum on the subject of the ball, knowing at their next information gathering session he would demand an answer from her.
 
Month 4
Lance supervised the construction of his new bath as well as a new fortification to the south wall. The tall wall that had held for centuries would be outfitted with two ballistia platforms. Two boy grinned as he and two other men fell to the ground exhausted. The youth was liked by the citizens of the empire even loved by those he ruled directly, the youth had just moved the heavy wooden platforms up the stairs, a tiresome job. The men spoke freely and even commented on the things he did wrong, the youth laughed generously, but made mental notes to himself. The heir to the throne was nothing if not a perfectionist. Lance wiped his sweaty brow as he walked downstairs, bidding farewell to the men.

Reaching to courtyard he noticed the elven lad sparring with on of the other squires, the lad lacked experience but was quick on his feet. He took a few minutes to watch the show before continuing. The lad, even the maids had come to respect him, like him even in the boy's case, but the queen. He stopped his trail of thoughts as he ducked away from a window, one of the servants was looking for him. "Curse the gods. If I get another question about what colour I want to wear to the ball I will kick him in the stones" He heard laughing as he noticed a detachment of guards moved passed him, "We haven't seen a thing sir" They said as they went towards the courtyard. Lancius dashed up the stairs as he heard the servant questioning the guards.

He moved towards his private quarters as he remembered his appointment with the elven queen, opening the door he noticed her sitting there. "Sorry I am late, court business" He had a playful boyish grin as she knew it was a flat out lie. "Fellow me please" I told her as he made his way over to a set of doors, one leading to his bed chamber the other to his renovated bath. "Finally finished it" He said as he lit a few candles. The fire wood placed underneath the stone was still burning causing to water to heat up. Tracing his finger alongside the water he felt the warmth. "Perfect". He pulled off his shirt as he threw it on the ground, his back towards her as he began pulling of his boots. His back bend over causing his muscles to stretch, he looked behind him and noticed the elven queen not moving. "Er. you might want to undress, we are taking this bath together" The youth had a casual expression, his eyes where calm, He did not look like a man possessed by lust.

Shame and decency where strangers to the boy as he simply removed his trousers, exposing his flesh to the elven queen. Although his skin was slightly tanned from the constant working outside, his lower region was less tanned. Placing both hands on the stone edge he lifted himself up and climbed in the bath. "hmm" a soft moan escaping his lips as he closed his eyelids. "Do the elven people take warm baths at all. or do you prefer cold water." The youth looked at the elven queen as she had a strange glance in her eyes. Had she stared at him undressing?. The youth's body was still developing and was considered a bit above average, but he considered himself normal. Even his sexual organ was normal by standards, he had heard of rumours, that elven males where less developed. Chuckling a bit as he realised his youthful ego was taking the better of him. "Come now lady I promise you, this bathtub will hold less dark thoughts than your energetic cousin could fantasize." He grinned as he waved his hand to his right, gesturing her place was there. "Our perhaps should I chase you around the courtyard dressed like this, ohh the scandal it would bring"

The youth leant backwards and laughed generously, he felt like a boy again.
 
Month 4:
Although her time with her nephew was shortened, she still managed to find time to also teach the young boy about his heritage. He would be able to fit in with the humans after all of his schooling and lessons, but she would be damned if she ever let him forget about his past and his people. Her maids helped her out with that, telling stories of their home lives in their villages while she told him grand stories about people that he used to know and would probably soon forget. She was also teaching Amelia little bits and pieces about the elves, while in return she was told about human customs and their way of life. It was still monotonous and made the queen want to pull out her shining auburn tresses at time, but slowly she was doing and learning things that made her days pass quicker. Often she found her thoughts returning to Lancius, and she wondered if he had given her scathing words that one day any more thought.

One particular day when she was summoned she was directed to his private rooms instead of his study, and when the queen arrived she was surprised and a little bit suspicious to find him absent. What could he be planning this time. While she waited she sat in her usual chair and looked out the window, dismayed to see the seasons beginning to turn and mark how long she had been here. When the door opened she turned to glance at him, her usual eyebrow raising to question his bold lie. "Court business, I'm sure." She murmured to herself, at least slightly pleased that the taciturn look he sometimes wore around her had disappeared. When he asked her to follow she was curious, but had an inkling where this was going. Was this the day when he would finally order her into his bed? Resolutely she approached the set of doors, surprised that instead of going into his bedchamber he led her into the room next to it that held a large tub. A fire was lit under it and warmed the stone, and while she observed this he had shed his shirt and was beginning to pull off his boots.

"Undress? Why would I wish to bathe with you?" She was confused by how he ran hot and cold, but at least he didn't seem angry and wasn't ordering her to join him. When he shed his trousers she sucked in her breath slightly, fighting off a smile at the difference in his tan lines. She didn't comment as he lifted himself in the bath, though she was surprised at how open he was with nudity. Maewyn had been under the impression that all humans were ashamed of their bodies. "Of course my race took warm baths, have you never visited a hot spring?" That had been one of her greatest pleasures, having a nice long soak in a spring after a long day. She was tempted by the vision of his bath, and she was more than slightly intrigued by his lean body. Her lips twisted into a wry smile when he mentioned chasing her around the courtyard, and she shook her head. "I doubt that would cause any more of a scandal than me accompanying you to this ball will would." Slowly she stepped up to the edge of the bath, holding his gaze with her own as she skimmed her hand along the surface of the warm water. "You have gone to great lengths to build this bath. Why would you wish me to join you, when you can relax alone?"
 
"God every conversation with you feels like a duel to the death" The youth found the whole conversation witty, as he laughed. Placing his hands behind him he pushed himself against the stone, he drifted towards her. The tub stood was raised so that a fire place could be build underneath, when the boy was at the same side as the queen and finally stood up, his hips where at same hight as her eyes. The veins in his thighs where tick as they where beginning to increase in blood flow. His skin was now glistering as the water dripped of his skin, his eyes fixed upon hers as a hawk would do. "I did go to great length to build this, I built it to last the winter. " He sat down on this side as the water began to cover up his male heritage. "Why would you bath with me? Because of two things" He cracked open a smile again, the boy found the entire situation funny as he undoubtedly pictured how this event would transpire. His comical approach to the situation seemed to light up her tone, he felt her staring back at him. "Well in four month time you have not bathed properly, and I want you to look perfect. And smell for that matter"

He moved his hands underneath the surface of the water as he cupped his hands. "And the second reason is because you are already wet." He noticed her eyes stare at him, as she did not understand his comment. He moved his hands upwards and threw the water against her dress. The front of the dress was completely wet as it stuck to her skin. "I have instructed one of your elven maids to bring you a new set of clothing in one hour. Now come and relax with me." The youth turned his back towards her and closed his eyelids, giving her some privacy. He began to wash his powerful arms, rinsing the sweat from them. After his arms he moved himself completely underneath the water, holding his breath for a few seconds before coming up again.
 
Maewyn was rather combative in their conversations she could admit, but who else was better to sharpen her tongue on? At least she could speak plainly to him, not fearing that he would strike her any longer. The queen was glad he found her witty, and not insubordinate. All of her bruises and abrasions had been healed for weeks now and she would rather like to keep it that way. Coolly she met his eyes as he tried to persuade her into the heated water, watching the ripples in the tub as he swam closer. She expected him to try and cajole her into joining him once more, so when the youth stood up she had to crane her neck back to see him. Water glistened on his skin like dew drops, and standing so close to the edge she could already feel the water's warmth. It was unexpected to see so much of his nude flesh, and the elven queen didn't have a response to the quickening in her blood. She had never been a particular sexual or lustful woman, but after so long with no attention even the most pious of beings would give in.

"Two reasons, you say?" She waited patiently for them, and when he admitted the first one she found herself become insulted. "You are insinuating that I am dirty?" Maewyn was not pleased with his answer. She didn't know a female that would be, truthfully. No lady wants to be told she stinks. "I have bathed, thank you very much, and I doubt my washing practices are of any concern to you." The queen wasn't angry with Lancius, she was offended by him and it showed. When he explained the second reason she had already begun to shake her head negatively and explain how she was indeed quite dry, when he splashed her with a handful of water. She couldn't help her gasp of surprise at the front of the gown got soaking wet, the heavy fabric adhering to her chest. Maewyn sighed at the soggy fabric, and resolved to get in and out quickly. She wasn't worried around being naked around him, instead she was worried that he would make her angry or vice versa. With short, irritated movements she began to unlace her dress and let in pool on the ground, along with her undergarments. Although she was fairly tall for female standards the ledge of the tub was quite high. "I require assistance." She ordered him in her regal voice, not being able to pull herself up like he did.
 
The youth smiled as he turned around, his eye widening ever so slightly. "Do you now" not being able to remove the smirk on his face he swam closer towards her. She was breathtaking. Her figure was like a perfectly shaped human yet so much more. Her fine movements and regal attitude had captured his eye months ago, but this sight in front of him was overwhelming. "I.." The youth was without words as he stood up. "Sure I'll help" He stood up as he straightened his back, the boy was clearly aroused and it showed. His former dormant organ was now half swollen up. He placed his hands on her sides as he lifted her up, he was quite surprised how light she was. He raised her over the edge and let himself and her slide in the water, the boy even forgot to let her go. His stomach pressed against her back as they both drifted in the water. His large hands felt her warm skin, her delicate curves. She felt him grow underneath her, to youth slowly released her from his hands, it felt like the hardest thing he had ever done.

No longer supported by his hands she slowly slid down, her thighs caressing his manhood as it grew by the second. She quickly turned around as he just stood there. For what seemed hours he gazed not on her body but into her eyes. Finally he spoke, whispering even, the words uttered so gently. The youth spoke what he was thinking. "You truly are perfect" His chest neck and cheeks where red, his hair on his neck and arms stood up. The youth felt lost for words as he drifted towards him. Gods he wanted her, he wanted to take her, make her his, but. He did not notice the fear in her eyes as he embraced her. He just took her in his arms and held her tight, not letting go for what seemed ours. He did not kiss her, or make the slightest advance. He just wanted to hold something, someone so perfect in his arms. The youth felt whole, everything was as it should be.
 
In simple matters such as this Maewyn did not mind asking for assistance, knowing that Lancius would no doubt jump at the chance to help her up. She briefly wondered if he did not have steps built in just for this particular reason, but she knew he would not have planned for something like this. For all he knew she might have been able to pull herself up and this ruin his whole plan. When he swam over to assist her and seemed to lose his thoughts for a moment she fought the urge to smirk, knowing that she was clearly superior to any human female he might have set eyes on. The queen's body was a perfectly proportional hourglass. Her breasts were perky and adorned with dusky pink nipples, her waist was narrow, her hips were full in preparation to bare a child, and as an elf possessed no body hair from the neck down. Her thick auburn hair was braided and coiled atop her head today, as if her maids knew she would be taking an impromptu bath with the heir. When he stood up she wasn't surprised to see that he was aroused, although she was surprised at the size of his cock. Elven males possessed adequate members to pleasure a female, but it seemed this was one area where humans had them beat.

She gasped when he easily lifted her up and over the ledge of the tub, their bodies sliding together in the steamy water. For a few moments he kept his hands upon her sides, and she could feel his cock hardening against her ass as they drifted further into the tub. Almost unconsciously she rubbed her hips back against his before he removed his hands from her body, and quickly she turned around to face him. Wordlessly she let him drink in her body, noticing how red he was. When he told her she was perfect she felt her earlier ire at him fade. "Why..why me? Why would you want a captive when you could have any noble lady in the kingdom?" Maewyn finally spoke after a few long minutes held in his arms. Obviously he found her physically attractive, and she could admit that he was handsome as well, but that kind of attraction can fade over time.
 
They were standing in the bath when they embraced. The queen asked the youth "Why me" The youth did not answer. If he was a few years older, or had known the pleasure of a woman before he might have been able to answer, to resist the lure. He could not resist her, she was far to perfect, and he far to intoxicated by his own hormones. His male organ swelled up to his full extend, much more than he himself had thought possible. His chest broadened, as his eyes seemed to whiten. His body was working overtime, it knew what was going to happen. The fresh air in the bath chamber now was thick with his hormones. The youth let one of his hands release the embrace as he lifted her leg up, his own body sliding towards her in the process.

They now stood locked, their legs entangled. His swollen member pressing hard against her abdomen and waist, unconsciously she moved against him causing the youth to moan. He moved his head backwards as he now stared in her eyes, before she had a chance to react he flew against her. His lips met hers as they once again locked. Both his hands moved towards her behind as he squeezed them tight, lifting her and pressing her against him in the process. His tongue entered her mouth as it swirled around her. The boy's eyes where closed and he felt himself lost in pleasure. For a long time he kissed her, not bothering with breathing.
 
When the queen did not receive an answer to her inquiry she was not very surprised, though she wished he had answered, at least so she could understand his motives. Elves were very clear in their actions and decisions. They did not hide behind innuendos or touch around the subject, if they wanted something or someone they were upfront about it. It seemed humans were different, or at least this human was and his actions often confused her. Although his motives might have confused her, she was quite familiar with the actions and reactions of his bodies. She had not had very many lovers during her reign, but she had always been told she was a skilled lover. When his hand slid along her leg and lifted it against his hip she gasped softly, feeling his erect member nestled against her lower abdomen.

"No answer?" Maewyn goaded him in a sweet voice, knowing that no male would be able to have an intellectual conversation in a situation such as they were in. Even as she spoke she arched and bumped her body into his, the youth's moan making her feel like the powerful one for once in their relationship. She did not get the chance to ask him any more inane questions before he crushed himself to her and locked their lips together. She groaned into his kiss when he squeezed her ass and lifted her up, her arms grasping his strong biceps and keeping herself steady as they kissed.
 
The youth kissed her for what felt hours. When he released the embrace he found out she had kissed him back, he grinned as he took charge. "My my, kissing a mere mortal are we" He let her go as she sank downwards again. "I am surprised you could force yourself to do this, or could it be you desire this" The youth had regained his position in this event again. He was ruler, he was the master, and she was a mere slave. "To long have you witched around with my emotions, just now I gave myself to you and you goat me into another heated discussion, it is time to know your place" The boy stood up straight and his left hand grabbed both her wrist at the same time. Again he was amused at how light she was. He guided her towards the edge of the bathtub as he forced her against it. Her large breast hanging over the sides, her feet did not touch the ground any more. "I'll teach you your place"

At uttering these words he forced his right index finger inside of her sex. Almost startled by its tightness, he continued his assault on her. The youth had had the pleasure of sleeping with a woman, but had fooled around with enough maids to know an elven woman was different. He felt no hair on her, and her lips where more like thin lines. Her tightness was overwhelming, even a finger seemed to small. Would he fit, he asked himself over and over again as he fondled her, caressed her insides over and over again. He felt her try to push back, use her strength, but his left hand was more than enough to hold her down. Lust and youthful strength was enough to ensure himself that his plan would succeed. He thought back on his plans to woo her over, how childish of him, Father was right. Placing his hard stiffened organ between her thighs, he started to move. She could feel the long shaft moving against her sensitive area's as the pace increased. The elven people made love gently, one of the captives had told lance. He grinned as he would be the first to ravish her.

Enough with the teasing and playing he thought. He grabbed his member with his right hand and positioned it against her sex. He felt her move violently, trying to get away. "Stop moving slave" He slapped her ass hard as the pain silenced her movements for a second, it was more than enough. He pressed forwards and felt his member break through her defences. The tip of his cock slid inside of her. "Erhgg" He moaned as had never experienced something tight. It felt great yet abnormal. He placed both of his powerful hands on her hips as he forced more and more of him inside. Each inch that slid in created a new sound coming from the queen. His nails dug in her skin as he pressed forwards, looking down he was pleased to see half of him inside. "I am surprised a mere elf could carry this much.., Honour" Grinning he moved backwards. Gods this sensation was overwhelming, she tried to remove him from herself, yet it only increased the pleasure. He began to move in and out slowly, setting a soft pace. He heard her curse his name, while he increased his pace inside of her. Every few seconds a moan would escape from her. "Filthy elven whore, you wanted this all along, did you not" Not waiting for her response he slid in further this time, she led out a large groan. "I guess that answers that question" The boy looked down again and noticed only two inches more needed to be inserted.

He placed his hands around her breast as he lifted her up, dragging her towards the centre of the water. She was now upright and her heavy breast rested on his palms. By changing the position the boy found he could slide in deeper than before. His male ego rose to great proportions as he new he would be the largest cock to have taken her. Her perfectly formed body was his, he guided it, he could take it when he wanted. The boy felt his balls twitch as he new he would only last another few minutes. He lifted her a few inches and pulled her back down again. He could not have wished for a better sight than this, not only did her body slap against him creating a perfect sensation as her tight warm hole sucked him in. But her large chest bounced around. "Almost" He said quietly in her ear as he felt close to cumming. He wrapped his arms around her arms and chest as he dug his teeth in her neck, biting it gently.
The orgasm kicked in and he almost fainted from pleasure, he willed himself to continue taking her as he felt himself shoot of inside of her. Wave after wave of his thick warm fertile seed shot inside of her, he had never come as hard or as much. He was almost certain it was twice the load he normally released on his own. Would she get pregnant of his seed, he did not know but the thought made him even more excited. The thought of him making her pregnant would be the ultimate punishment, it aroused him so much that he felt himself cumming again. The boy had not even know that was possible.

When the boy finally finished cumming he let go of the tight embrace and pulled his member free from her, reminded again how tight she was. He moved backwards as he noticed large globs of his seed pouring out of her. Grinning the boy placed both his arms on the edges of the pool and spoke. "A grand honour indeed, carrying the royal Staff like that" He looked at her eyes as laughed "Where are your sharp remarks now woman. O I forgot, you lost them when you moaned like the whore you are"
 
Maewyn didn’t know how to feel about this new development, but since Lancius was being so accommodating lately no doubt she would be able to stop him before he went further than she was comfortable with. A little kissing, teasing, and touching was enough for her during the bath and perhaps she could even use her body to tempt him into more favors for the elves. Therefore she was surprised and dismayed when his cold tone returned, and when he grabbed her wrists she instinctively jerked away from him. “I thought we had a deal! I would supply you with information and you would not force yourself on me!”

The queen cried out as he forced her against the ledge of the tub, the stone digging into her stomach painfully and her nipples hardening due to the sudden temperature change. She cried out again as he slipped a finger into her pussy, though it was from the shock of it and not pain. It had been so long since her last consort that she was almost painfully tight around his digit, and although his words were degrading she couldn’t help but enjoy his ministrations. Maewyn enjoyed it, but that didn’t stop her from still pressing back against him and trying to break away; she just wasn’t as active as she could be.

When he slipped his cock between her thighs she stiffened up and began to struggle back against him in earnest, not wishing to be penetrated by a human. It was a disgrace to all of her former lovers, even though she was unwilling. As the tip of his member pushed into her folds she shrieked at him to stop, water splashing over the sides of the tub as she struggled. The sudden pain on her ass made her yelp and pause, which gave him the opportunity to finally sink into her. It hurt to be stretched so fully, but there was pleasure underlying it that made her unconsciously moan as he began to move. “You are such a barbarian!”

The queen was not used to being used in such a manner, and although it was painful to be filled by such a large organ she was still lubricated from early and thus experienced a strange mix of pleasure and pain. She still fought him during this, but she could no longer silence her pleasure. Maewyn briefly struggled as he pulled her into deeper water, but instead of yelling she could only moan as he sank fully into her and brushed against her cervix. She was uncomfortably full with his cock, and became even more uncomfortable and angered when he marked the pale skin of his neck as he came.

The queen didn’t even think of the possibility that she might get pregnant, but it came upon her now and she shot across the bath from him. “You..you!” She was so angry she couldn’t even think of an insult as she hurriedly began to scrub away the cum seeping from her abused pussy. “I am not honored! I have been violated and if I become pregnant from this union..” Her voice trailed off again, not having an answer. A child is a gift to an elven mother, and she couldn’t even contemplate harming it.

[Sorry it's shorter, long long posts make me lazy and I knew you'd want a reply lol]
 
The youth laughed deeply as he placed his hands on his member, cleaning it in the process. His eyes fixed upon hers. "You'll what?, your a prisoner of war, and I have your people enslaved" He stood up and walked towards her, his hight again intimidating her. He reached for her cheek as he used his other hand to casually brush away her resisting arms, she even punched him on the chest, brushing this off infuriated her even further. Between his thumb and his fingers he held her by the cheeks, pulling her towards him. "You have no right to come off like a pious woman, your resistance was half hearted and your moans where that off a whore" pushed her away from him as he made his way to the baths edge, placing his fingers on the edges. "Make up your mind before confronting me woman. Either enjoy it and learn to deal with it, or see your maids taken away from you" He left these words as he jumped out of the bath. He did not even dry off, he casually left the scene and headed towards his bedroom. "We are done here" Two finely dressed servants entered the room followed by the queen's own servant. The girl smiled briefly before taking on a more serious tone. "What is it my lady, did you not enjoy the bath" She looked confused as she placed a towel at the edge of the bath. Unceremoniously the two other maids began to use buckets to scoop out the water, not even surprised a large amount of semen was floating in there.

month 5:
This month was especially hard for the queen. Her cousin was now in the service of the Prince due to his excellent progress, under his tutelage he would excel in his studies. Now the boy had earned his own chamber, it was a small one, but it was enormous to the boy. He was gifted with some finer clothing, and some bits of furniture. The boy held the prince in high regards, even more so because he could speak plainly. The young boy helped the youthful prince cataloguing elven herbs, food sources and even animals. Weeks went by as the two where rarely out of the room. The boy even cried when Lancius wrote his name down on the paper as well. When the boy was asked to bring these papers to a messenger, he carried them like it was made of gold.

The interviews with the queen continued, his questions more direct and even asked a few questions about human and male contact. The fire in her eyes was the fiercest the youth had ever seen, but he arrogantly brushed it aside. When they would be done, the youth would ask how her studies are coming along" If his question was met with defiance he would simply drag her outside roughly. If it was met with respect he would offer her some fruit and let her decide when she could leave. Either way the queen had little to live for, her cousin was almost always away and the elven maids where to busy working in the kitchen.

On the last day of the fifth month, the youth was again questioning the queen. He had made her read the report he and the boy wrote, and let her judge if it was accurate. When they where done the young man began to speak. "I will require you to join me in my chambers tonight, we shall lay together and you can spend the night if you keep quiet afterwards" He made it sound as if it was a normal conversation. "Or should I ask one of your elven maids?"



( We suffer from the same illness, I am lazy as well.)
 
Even though she was a prisoner and had been violated in such a manner, if she was to become pregnant the queen would do anything to protect the child and ensure it was safe. Her former failed pregnancies had made her feel as though she was not fit to be a mother at that time, and although this was an even worse situation to be in while pregnant she could not even contemplate harming herself or the child. While her mind was whirling he approached her again, and in fear she lashed out at him. "I am not a whore! I am a queen!" She didn't mention how her body had betrayed her under his ministrations, and she didn't reply to his parting words. Maewyn would feel terrible if her maids were forced away from a comfortable position due to something she might say to him, so instead she watched his retreating form with a scowl. When the maids entered to assist her out of the bath she snatched up the towel and began to dry herself, mutely shaking her head to indicate that her bath had not been pleasant.

Month 5:
The weeks after their encounter were not the queen's shining moment, progressively she grew angrier and more irritable with each day that passed. She was barely seeing Raen at all, and when she did manage a few minutes with him there was no time to instruct him in the elven culture. Her maids tried their best to please her but she always found fault in something they did, and it was very hard for her to not order them to redo it or fix it. Instead she was spending more time alone, being more introspective about her past. Unconsciously during this time she would realize her hands were resting on her abdomen, but two weeks after her encounter with Lancius the bleeding that signified her fertility began and she knew she was not with child. It didn't come as a surprise to her, but whenever she lay with a man she always held that seed of hope that perhaps this was the time she would become pregnant.

Whenever she would meet with the heir for their sessions she would answer his questions in as little detail as possible, only expanding the topic when he prompted her. Often this was enough to irritate him and cause him to end their time together abruptly, and bruises were clear on her upper arms from where he would drag her out. This current meeting was different from the norm, because he had handed her a report written by her nephew. Her violet eyes flew across the page, silent as she read except where she would comment on something small that needed to be changed. When she was finished she placed it on the desk and prepared to leave, but was stopped by his comment. The queen was actually somewhat surprised he had waited so long to summon her again, and she couldn't stop from speaking. "Why would you wish to lie with a captive, myself or my maids, when you have willing women ready at your command?" Although she did not wish to go, her question was said in as neutral a tone as she could manage.
 
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