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Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

His body trembled where he stood, emotion gripping his soul with a gut wrenching tightness. Marcus was weakened by his injuries, barely standing on two feet, and not completely of sane mind yet he absorbed her continued words with each blink of his eyes and flutter of his heart. The mere inches that separated them felt like an ocean of vastness but it was space he had put there with the sureness of his step, needing the gap to help him reign in his thoughts and gain control of his heart. Staring at her, his gaze searched her face, tracing over her beautiful skin, cataloging her injuries and filing them away in the vengeance vault inside his chest. She had been badly injured in the attack, which he suspected had been ordered by his Lord and carried out by his comrades, and he would make the perpetrators pay for their efforts when he found them. He had not a single doubt that he would find them one day; no, that was as sure in his mind as the blood that pumped life through his body and breath that inflated his lungs. Marcus was nothing if not relentless when he set his mind to a task and he knew, deep down inside, that her attackers would not survive. He told none of this to Illayna though, for fear that she would be repulsed by the warrior-like thoughts flowing through his mind right then, so he simply focused on her, letting his gaze trace her cheeks and glide over her lips, his mind slowly replacing his anger with love.

As he listened and studied her, he felt air brush across his hair and heard a small blessing whispered in his ear. The two actions stunned him where he stood and he almost stumbled, his body rocking slightly in shock. He regained his equilibrium slowly and his lips curved into a small smile then as he realized that this thing between them, this blooming love and this complicated future, had been blessed by the Goddess herself. Then, and only then, did he fully realize that the path he walked was the right one, the one he was meant to be on, and that knowledge infused his broken body with the strength to move forward and pull her from her seat, engulfing the Princess in his arms the minute her words had stopped. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he cradled her lithe and vulnerable body against his, resting his face against the side of her head. The alluring smell of flowers filtered through his nose, which scrunched up at the tickling touch of her hair, and he breathed deeply and evenly, simply enjoying the closeness that they shared. He’d long for this moment when he could hold her in his arms and the knight was in no hurry to see it end. “Illayna” he whispered, “my sweet Illayna. I’ve wanted this moment since the day I met you, to feel your body cradled against mine and your hair tangled in my fingers.” His hands moved then, slowly gliding up the back of her dress until his fingers slid into her hair, caressing its strands with love and care. Taking a few more deep breaths to tamp down his emotions just a bit, he finally turned his head and placed a gentle kiss against her neck then slowly let her go, stepping back.

Dragging his weary body back to the cot, he sat and schooled his face then, clearing the love from it, and looked at her, his gaze that of a knight and not a man with overflowing emotions. “Your words mean so much to me, Illayna, more than you could possibly know. I have never loved another like I love you and I want what you want, in every way we can imagine. These next few weeks will be tricky ones for us but I will walk by your side in our efforts for peace and I will steal kisses from your lips in the darkness of the night. For you, for us, I will do almost anything.” He paused, closing his eyes briefly and steeling himself for what he had to say next. “We are man and woman, in love with each other, but we are also High Knight and Princess, with duties to our countries and our people. I will be with you every chance I get but we must not lose focus on what’s even more important than us – the success and safety of our kingdoms, a feat that will only be accomplished through peace.” He lay back down then, stretching his body out but turning his head so he could look at her as he continued, the words flowing from his lips. “Tomorrow, when I am back in my camp, I will begin investigating your attack, learning what I can while also laying the seeds for our future. Two kingdoms united in peace…it’s a lofty goal but perhaps, just perhaps, the guidance of the Goddess, our love, and our talents will be enough.” He sighed then, closing his eyes for a moment as waves of pain rolled over his body, causing his legs and arms to twitch. With a groan, he forced more words from his lips. “Please….be careful...keep Sir Richard with you at all times. I…I could not bear to lose you now that I’ve found you. It would be my death.” Another wave of pain crashed over him and he groaned again, his back arching a little, fist clenching at his side. He fought the fatigue that gripped him, gazing into her eyes. “The competitions start..t-tomorrow” he said, his voice trembling a little. “Do well..beat Narvashal if you can…beware Cedric though…he’s wicked with a bow…” His arm flopped next to his side then and he felt his eyes droop. “Meet me…at the Grey Goose….when the moon is at its peak…I will be there….my love….” Those were the last words he managed before he passed out, his body falling into a fitful slumber.
 
Illayna listened to his words, she watched the emotions flicker across his face. She frowned softly, but was caught off guard as he pulled her from her seat and wrapped his arms around her. Illayna closed her eyes and just pressed close to him, her arms gently circled around him, her hands smoothed along his back. It felt nice to be close to him, to have his scent filling her nose, and his warmth warming her flesh. She sighed deeply, and breath in of him. Not wanting to forget the way he felt, or his scent. She wanted to remember it all when they were apart, so it would be like they were together always. His words, and his fingers in her hair felt like the most amazing things a man could ever offer her. She could ask for nothing more. Closing her eyes and basking in his touch, the soft tickle of his lips against her neck and then once again he distanced himself and moved towards the cot. Illayna did her best to help him, to guide him. As he laid back she lowered to sit on the edge and gently mused her fingertips through his hair. "Rest, My Marcus.. sleep well, and I will be there." -She leaned down to gently place a kiss upon his brow. Tracing her fingertips down along his temple and cheek. He had put his life on the line for her.. and now she knew the truth. They were playing a very dangerous game, but for him.. she felt it was worth it.

"You would make a great king.." She whispered softly to his sleeping form, before slipping off the edge of the cot, and moving towards the tent opening. Glancing back at him once she motioned the Healer back in and made her leave. Marcus had warned her of Cedrics skill with a bow. This would likely be her only true competitor. Illayna was highly skilled with a bow and she would do all she could to obtain victory. She did not want to injure the pride, nor infuriate those of Narvashal, but she did want to weaken them, just as much as she wanted to weaken her own men. At their current states peace was not accessable, but if they could be weakened they could begin to see reason. Illayna made her way to her fathers Tent, Richard met her half way, warning her of the trouble she was about to face. Ulric was in a rampage. Illayna had been attacked and no one had found it important enough to alert him. Illayna and Richard both agreed to place blame on bandits, of neither kingdom not loyalty. At least until they could figure out who it was that had actually attacked her. She'd be looking for the clues during the competitions. Her attackers would be wounded, some in obvious places, others not. But she would know them. If not by voice, or footfall, she would know them by their bandages.

"Illayna, tread safely and mind what words you speak. Your father is on the verge of breaking the Goddess Truce." "I promise you Richard, I won't let that happen." "So.. this Sir Marcus Steele... - " Before he could finish she cut him off. " He is our friend, and right now.. our only hope for any sort of Alliance. He seeks peace with Greymere, as we hope to reason with Narvashal.." "And his feelings for you, m'lady?" She quirked a brow inquisitively. "No man, less he be deeply involved, would throw his life on the line for a woman of enemy stature." "That, Richard, is not something you and I can discuss at the moment." "As you wish m'lady." With that, they entered the Kings tent together. Ulric greeted them with an exasperated cry, of anger and relief. When he finally caught a look of Illayna he began a ranting rampage. "Those MONSTERS!" "Father please! We can not place blame on Narvashal, we can not prove it was them! My memory serves me well, and no man wore their crest. They were simply bandits with no morals nor loyalties to the God or Goddess." Ulric eyed her, anger still riddled his face. "From here on out, Illayna.. you do not leave without guard, and weapon. You do not leave this camp ground unless official festival activities call for it. " He looked to Richard. " And by the God, if she gets out of your sight again, we will have words."

Both of them nodded, Richard knowing illayna would be as illusive as ever now, and she willingly admitting it, in the crooked little smile she tried to hide. "Of course Father." "As you wish My King." Dismissing the two, Richard escorted Illayna to her tent. Where she spent the remainder of the day relaxing and recovering. Reminding herself where and when to meet Marcus next.
 
He stood in the center of the glade, shrouded in darkness yet surrounded by light, the amber glow showing him trees, grass, and flowers that were just out of reach. Butterflies flitted to and fro, tasting the nectar of the beauty around him but Marcus stood in a bubble of blackness that kept him apart. Glancing down, he let his gaze flow over his body and then moved his hand, trying to touch the light; the movement failed though as he felt the push of resistance, keeping him trapped. He should have been worried, perhaps even panicking, but strangely he wasn’t. Though he had no idea where he was or why he was there, he felt at peace. Looking out at the glade before him, he traced the edges, viewing the plants, the animals, the sounds once again; his mind catalogued each one, noting where it stood, what it did, and if it smelled or how it sounded, learning what he could. It was a warrior instinct and one he couldn’t shut off if he tried. Movement at the far edge caught his eye and he stared forward, wanting another glimpse, frowning with he saw the flash of fabric in the breeze. “Who goes there?” he called out, the words echoing across the space. Nothing answered him though and the fabric soon disappeared. Another movement to his left caught his attention and he turned, seeing a flash of light. Confused now, he slowly spun in place, eyes scanning the area outside of his bubble of black. When he saw it, he almost jumped, a little gasp escaping his lips.

A woman walked across the glade, a man at her side. He tracked them with his eyes, pushing against the bubble again with the same results, finally giving up. As they neared, Marcus realized that, though they were human in nature, they also weren’t. Where skin would normally be, he could only see a bright glow and their facial features were just a tad fuzzy to his sight. As they stopped in front of him, he nudged the bubble again with the same results. “You will not succeed in your attempts, High Knight” said the woman, her melodious voice filling his ears with delight. “No human is permitted to walk in the Glade of Love. We are the Goddess and the God and we’ve brought you here to warn you.” She glanced at the man at her side, seeing him nod, and then continued. “The fate of two kingdoms rests in your hands and that of my acolyte. It will not be an easy path, though you already knew that. Beware the obstacles that stand in your way as they will be great. Some you know and some you don’t. Watch your back, Sir Marcus…and love with all your heart.” With that, the Goddess reached out and touched his bubble of darkness, sending a flare of energy sliding over it. He felt it enter his skin and slide through his body, heating up at each place where he’d been injured. Eyes widening, he ran his hand over his shoulder, tracing the spot where the dagger had been buried then looked at the Goddess. She graced him with a smile and spoke again. “You protected her, Sir Marcus and for that you have my thanks. You’ll be sore when you wake up but your wounds are now closed.” His jaw dropped open but before he could thank her, she gave a light little laugh and then waved her hand, sending him away.

He awoke with a start, his body jerking hard, a groan slipping from his lips. Feeling hands on his body, he started to struggle, trying to get free. “Sir Marcus” a voice hissed in the dark. “Stop or we’ll have to drop you.” Marcus slowly opened his eyes and saw a man holding his feet and felt another at his shoulders. As he calmed, the man he saw nodded and slowly lowered his feet to the ground, allowing him to stand. “What’s going on?” Marcus asked, his voice a whisper. The man moved into the light and the knight recognized him as one of the Greymere men he’d shared drinks with the other night. It was then that memories of what happened came flooding back and Marcus growled involuntarily, thoughts of the attack on Illayna drawing it out. The man behind him immediately let go and stepped back, giving him space. With visible effort, Marcus got himself under control and nodded to the man in front of him. Seeing the nod, the man answered his question, his voice almost a whisper. “Sir Richard asked that we bring you back to your camp and leave you near it. Can you make it on your own from here?” Marcus gave a swift nod, said his thanks, and slipped into the night, heading towards camp. Halfway there, he paused, realizing that his absence would need to be explained and wracking his brain, he smiled when the idea came to him. Moving back towards town, he found the nearest tavern and quickly purchased a few mugs of mead. In the cover of darkness, he took a few swallows before pouring the liquid over his clothes and ruffling his hair. Satisfied with his new look, he strode back towards camp, soon changing his gait to a stumbling walk. Calling out to the guards as he neared, slurring his words just a bit, he halted when stopped. “Sir Marcus?” one of his men said, stepping forward tentatively then pulling back when he got a whiff of his stench. Glancing at the other guard, he smothered a laugh then turned back to his leader with a grin. “Pass freely, sir but I strongly suggest you find the showers and a fresh change of clothes.” Marcus gave him a mock glare and then a salute before stumbling passed him and into camp. Once out of sight, his steps were swift and sure, taking him to his tent to grab a towel and then to the bath house. As he slowly stripped and stepped under the water, his hands grazed over the cuts on his body, marveling at the pink skin that existed now. Closing his eyes, his thoughts turned to the Goddess and then Illayna, a small smile creeping into place.
 
As the night settled into place, Richard escorted Illayna off the camp grounds. They met Erik and his Guard at the edge of the road. On horse back they headed into the heart of Aurelian. They approached the large temple, erected in honor of the God and Goddess. Two intertwining statures marked the sacred ground, and that was where Illayna and Erik dismounted. Richard and the second Guardsmen took the leads and watched as the two entered the temple. Illayna removed the hood of her cloak and stared up at the monuments before her. Her heart beat calm in her chest and in her mind focused. She could feel Eriks eyes on her but she ignored them. As he hesitated, she moved forth. Approaching the altar before her. "My Goddess.." Her voice sounded off, it echoed off the walls and through the empty nave. Those brilliant green eyes flickered, their color softening. Illayna could feel it caress her skin. The Goddesses touch in a simple breeze. " My God." She whispered in turn, and a warmth flourished over her. Erik watched as the still winds rustled around her. Illayna was blessed by the God and Goddess, more so than any Acolyte before them.

Before the Altar she dropped to her knees and bowed her head. Curls cascaded around her face, shielding her from the prying eyes. Illayna stared at the floor for a moment, her hands clutching the pendant of the Goddess she'd been gifted so long ago. Closing her eyes tightly she began her prayer. The long ivory cloak pooled around her, and in that moment she embraced humanity, her heart wept for her people, and her soul cried out in desperation. She needed guidance, she needed not answers to questions she could not ask, she needed not riddles, or puzzles. She needed a simple push, a sign, a hint, a clue. A question answered with a question. Eyes closed she threw her head back, Just as Erik joined beside her in prayer. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling thought what she saw was beyond the temple murals. She smelled the grass of opens fields, could feel the gentle breeze of a cool spring night, and could hear the whispered voice of a mothering goddess and the firm embrace of a strong God. She could see a sky dancing with lights of blue and silver, dancing stars and swirling lights. "My daughter, you have done well. I am proud of you." A mans voice whispered in her ear. "My sweet child, the path you walk is rocky, dangerous, and you will grow weary. Trust in your heart and you will succeed. " A Woman spoke softly against her cheek. Together they spoke once more. "The battle has nearly been overcome, but the war will cost you so much more. Your sacrifices are not alone, and your efforts will not be futile. We will protect you.. we will guide you. You are blessed our child, and those who walk with you, shall be too."

The world swayed. Illayna dropped her head forward, and closed her eyes tightly to keep from swaying with the world. She let her hands drop quietly to clutch at the altar steps. Eriks hand gently brushed her shoulder. " Lady Illayna, if you're finished, we should be going. It is late, and your father firmly stated the visit must be brief." She nodded softly, and took his now offered hand and moved to her feet. She knew the path she'd chosen would be difficult, but she could smile knowing the God and Goddess were supporting her. She looked once more to the altar, whispered a soft, heartfelt thank you, and let Erik lead her back out into the knight. Richard greeted her with a warm smile. To him, he could see Illayna glow. She was the image of her mother, and the image of the Goddess divine. Mounting her faithful steed, she pulled her hood back up, and followed the cue to head back to camp. She'd requested to go to the temple this night, to pray to ask guidance, and her father had permitted, only that she take Erik with her. Her suspicions were peaked, but for the moment she did not care. Erik and her father were up to something, but it was none of her concern at the moment what the boys were up to. She had a greater war to overcome, and peace to instill upon two nations.
 
The warmth of the shower slowly eased the tension that gripped his body and Marcus closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the liquid as it seeped into his muscles and coated his bones. His hands lathered up on the bar of soap and began to glide over his skin, scrubbing the alcohol smell, dirt, and dried blood from his body, washing all of it onto the floor to roll away from him. It felt good to be clean and refreshed and when he was done, he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist then ran his fingers through his damp hair. Scrubbing his wrists against his eyes, he dashed the last of the soap away and stepped from the showers, treading lightly across the ground towards his tent. Each step that he took drove spikes of pain through his body as that fabled soreness that the Goddess had promised him reared its ugly head. He worked hard to keep the pain from his face but if anyone had paid close attention, they would have seen it. Thankfully, men wandered about their business, some giving him a glance and others ignoring him, all of which was fine with Marcus. When he reached the safety of his tent, he quickly pushed through the flap and dropped the towel then moved to stand in front of the rough mirror that he had propped against a tent pole.

An image of a warrior shone back in reflection and his eyes moved over the hard body, tracing the curve of muscles honed on the field of battle. Marcus was a lean man, strongly built but fluid too, yet his muscles weren’t the defining feature that graced his body. No, in his eyes, it was the numerous scars that showed here and there, true signs of his profession, the hard ridges of tissue easily traceable with a finger or two. He had a tiny one that ran along his jaw bone, the gift of a slashing dagger in a tavern fight, and a jagged one down his right rib cage from a sword; that one had put him out of commission for almost a week. A deep slash across his thigh in battle left him one that almost wrapped around the leg. It had torn the muscle at the time but was fine now. Two others graced his arms and one even showed on his foot, where a soldier had chopped down with the tip of his sword in a final spasm of death. There were more on his lower back and across both shoulders and one above his left ear, hidden by his hair; all of them told a tale of a hard life. He should have had three more, from the battle in the road, but where those cuts had been there was only pink puffy skin. His fingers traced lightly over those areas, marveling at the magic that had healed him, and once again his thoughts turned to Illayna. The Goddess’s words had been clear – they were on the right path – but her warning scared him just a bit. Never one to shy away from trouble, he preferred to know who his enemies were but if the Goddess spoke the truth, there were enemies out there that had yet to reveal themselves and that didn’t sit so well with him.

Shaking it off, he studied his face in the mirror, a smile on his lips. Short brown hair graced his head, barely covering his ears and matching the dull brown of his eyes, and a small tattoo of a fabled pixie graced his right chest muscle. Turning so he could glance at his back, his eyes fell on the tattoo that stood between his shoulder blades, two crossed swords with the symbol of peace underneath them. He studied it for a moment, locking the image in his brain; it was what he worked towards now and he wanted the reminder to be a constant symbol driving him towards that goal. The rustle of the tent flap caught his attention and he spun, his body instantly moving into a defensive position. The fact that he was still nude never crossed his mind until he heard Cedric laugh. “Put some clothes on, you lout” his friend said, reaching towards the stool where his clothes were and tossing them to him. Marcus caught them and immediately slipped a rough long shirt over his chest and then belted a woolen robe around his body, nodding at Cedric. His friend spoke again then. “I heard you came back to camp in a particular state” he said, a grin in place. The knight nodded in return, slurring his words just a fraction. “Yes, met a woman from Garbondale and had a little fun followed by a little too much to drink.” Cedric studied him for a second, doubt clear on his face, but finally gave a curt nod, choosing not to purse the line of thought any further. “Get some sleep then. You will be guarding the High Lord tomorrow while I’m competing.” Marcus nodded and saw Cedric out, then collapsed on his cot. It didn’t take him long to fall into a dreamless sleep and when he woke the next morning, he stretched and got dressed. He slipped on a pair of black breeches that hugged his lower body and then a dark brown tunic for his chest, followed by a deep green huntsman vest. Two daggers were strapped on either side of his chest under the vest next, followed by one on each arm and each thigh. His sword was strapped to his vest and he briefly considered bringing his bow but decided against it. Finally done, Marcus slipped out into the sun, groaning with each painful step. It was definitely going to be a long day.
 
Illayna had slept peacefully that night, after her prayers to the God and Goddess. She had burnt sage and lavender, and allowed the smoke to waft through her tent, the scent lulled her into a dreamless sleep. When dawn broke, she was awake and settled into getting prepared for the day. Her long honey tresses were pinned tightly into a bun. A few wisps framed her face, bangs shadowed her eyes. She couldn't look at herself fully in the mirror. The bruises and cuts reminding her again, of just how careless she had been. Though as she let her gaze pass over her lips, the small cut would scar that was certain, but the lasting memory would be the feel of Marcus' kiss. She smiled to herself, and the thought lifted her heavy heart. Turning from the mirror, she began to dress for the day. Slipping into the leather pants she belted them at the waist, and The empty scabbard at her hip hung heavily even without its blade. She slid into a white tunic, the light blue and silver embroidery the essence of Greymere. She then slid a leather plate over her shoulder and strapped it into place. The sleeves of the tunic were rolled to her elbows and she proceeded to fasten her gloves and wrist guards in place. The competitions were today, and Illayna was competing for Greymere.

Sighing deeply she looked to the table, and upon it, displayed properly was her blade. Nehemia. Illayna approached and gently lifted the blade, examining her thoroughly. "I had hoped to never need you.." She whispered softly, before sliding the blade home into it's sheath. The metal sang against the sheath as it was placed. Her song thrummed through Illayna, she could feel it in her veins. The Goddess was with her in that song, and Illayna could trust that if she ever need to draw it, it would not fail her. Grabbed her bow, and quiver she slid the quiver over her shoulder and secured it in place, following with the bow. If one did not look closely, they would not recognize Illayna as the princess she was. She competed, she rallied, just like any man, and if the war ever called for it, she would fight just as well. The sound of someone clearing their throat sounded from the tent entrance, and a gruff voice followed. " Forgive me My lady, but your father request I escort you." Illayna turned then and smiled to Richard. " Of course, Thank you Richard." Taking one last look in the mirror, she shied away from it. Still ashamed of the bruises she bore. That had been a fight.. she had lost, and she was not proud of her loss, nor the damage she had done. Following Richard out of the tent, she moved to where the men had gathered and were talking up motivation for the day. "The Lady! Lady Illayna, will lead us true! Aye, My lady? You will aid us in our victory?" A man stepped forth, not much younger than Richard, but a bit more healthier in his youth. "Aye, Good sir, I will aid in our victory today! But I can not do it alone, Sir Lucas, your men will be the deciding factor. We shall win, shall we not good men?" The men let out their cheers, and Illayna laughed. In her loyalty to the Goddess she had made sure to know their men, and to be able to encourage them shall moral drop. Greymere was quite the different Kingdom, and most would agree, that a Ladies place was not amongst the soldiers, but Illayna felt quite at home.

"Tonight, will you sing for us, Princess?" Lucas looked hopeful, and Illayna winked. " I will sing tonight if it will sooth your hearts. " The men laughed and cheered and Lucas bowed as Richard encouraged Illayna along her way. King Ulric met them halfway, though there was a hearty look upon his face, Illayna knew he was being weary. He was getting old, but there was still a youthful fierocity in the man, and she respected that. He would stand beside his men in battle no different than Illayna would if it ever called for it. They would fight with their backs to the walls, tooth and nail to defend what they believed in. Her mother had instilled that within them. She had come from a kingdom far foreign from their ways, and far much stronger. They hoped to one day, embrace that strength and carry it with pride. "Morning father!" Illayna chimed as happily as she could. He smiled and kissed her crown. " You will make us proud today, my daughter." She tensed a little and nodded. " I will try my best, but I hear Narvashal has quite the competitor up their sleeve." "Aye, but we have you my dear." She frowned. "Blessed by the Goddess i may be, but I am not the Goddess. I can not succeed in everything. " He frowned at her slight disposition. "You will do well, have faith." "I have faith, but if she desires I lose this day, than I will not contest her will." Illayna was not afraid of failing, she believed that it was the Goddesses will if she would lose today.
 
Slipping through his tent flap, Marcus greeted the morning sun with a deep groan, his eyes squinting against the evil glare. Though he’d only drank a swallow or two of the mead the night before he’d never have known it from the way he felt. His body throbbed with pain and his head pounded out a cadence that would have had a squad of soldier’s double timing until they dropped with fatigue. Each hard smack against the inside of his skull caused him to clench his teeth and he swore softly, cursing his weakness. Shaking it off, the movement causing a temporary bout of dizziness, he stomped his way to the chow tent, brushing past soldiers with a growl on his lips. He didn’t usually wake up in a bad mood but Marcus was in rare form that day, the pain putting him on edge and the knowledge of what had occurred earlier just making it worse. The smell of the food caused his stomach to grumble and he quickly loaded up a plate and took a seat, listening to the murmurs around him. He caught a bit of wording here and there and knew the rumors about his condition last night had made the rounds. It brought a smile to his face, safe in the knowledge that what had really happened remained a secret and that none of the men with him in the tent were involved in the attack.

As soon as he had finished, Marcus slipped back out again, heading for the High Lord’s tent. The air felt thick with tension though he couldn’t put his finger on why, but when he reached his destination he began to understand it. One of the guards stepped forward, blocking his path, a clear look of confusion on his face. “Sir Marcus” he said, snapping off a crisp salute. “What are you doing here, sir? I thought you would have already left.” Marcus drew himself up short and cocked his head, studying the man in front of him. “Dalton, I just woke up and grabbed a bite to eat. Now I’m here to pick up the High Lord. What on earth are you talking about?” The guard’s eyes widened and he took a step back, glancing over at his partner who was pointedly ignoring him. Marcus narrowed his gaze and leaned forward, hands clenching at his sides. Something was obviously up and he was out of the loop. “Dalton…” he growled, the words causing the man to flinch. “Sir, the High Lord left about a half hour ago. He was dressed for the competition and said he’d be back tonight. I assumed you’d met him at the stables since you were riding escort today.” The news from the guard shocked Marcus and he was sure it showed on his face. Blinking rapidly, he scowled and looked away. “Thank you Dalton. I’m not sure what’s going on but I’ll find out.” With that, the High Knight turned and strode towards the stables, his feet moving swiftly across the ground.

Halfway there, he almost stumbled as a guard slipped between some tents and moved across his path, walking with a limp. Marcus zeroed in on the man’s lower body, noting a bulge under his pants leg, and his thoughts flashed to the battle the previous night. His dagger had grazed the leg of one man, the same leg that this one was limping on, and the knowledge caused Marcus to growl. “Thomas, stop!” he barked, his words a command that caused the other man to instantly stop and turn, facing him. Marcus moved closer, his eyes dipping to the leg in question and then back up. “What’s wrong with your leg?” he asked, the words spoken softly and with a bit of a challenge to them. The man stiffened at the tone and faced down his High Knight. “I got too drunk last night, sir, and stumbled, twisting the leg wrong.” Marcus studied him for a moment, doubt clear on his face, and was met with such an insolent stare he blinked. Thomas was studying him just as much, his eyes focusing on his shoulder and then moving over the rest of his body, almost as if he was looking for something. Marcus felt a slow grin fall into place and slowly flexed his shoulder, demonstrating how fluid it felt. The other man’s eyes widened a little and then went back to normal just as quick but the High Knight had seen it. Instead of saying anything though, Marcus simply nodded. “Very well, Thomas. Rest that leg. I want you back at full speed as soon as possible.” With that, he brushed past the man, being sure to bump him with the previously injured shoulder. He could feel the gaze staring daggers in his back, no doubt wondering why Marcus felt so good, and it brought a smile to his face. He reached the stables soon enough and saddled up his horse, galloping out of the gate as soon as he was ready. One mystery had been solved that morning, one assailant identified, but it was only one piece of a larger puzzle. Until he had the others identified, he wouldn’t move against him; too much was at stake to tip his hand just yet. With that thought in mind, Marcus headed for the competition, galloping through the streets at a fast pace. He had no idea why his Lord had gone on without him but didn’t like it one bit.
 
The men began to mount their horses, and Illayna followed suit. Her father and Richard rode along either side of her on their path to the competitions. Illayna rode in silence then. Her mind focused on what pieces she could remember from last night. The Narvashal emblem burned brightly into her mind. Her grip on the reigns tightened. She shoved the memory aside, and remembered that tonight she was going to meet Marcus, when the moon was high, at the Grey Goose. She relished these thoughts, cherished them, for each time he crossed her memory, her lips tingled with the familiar taste and feel of him. The ride was long, and quiet. Atleast she'd thought until the excited chattering of the men around her broke her trail of thoughts. Illayna shook her head softly and focused on the trail in front of her. It was not long before they came upon the competitions. People from each kingdom gathered around and conversed in hearty spirits. Laughter and cheering filled the air. Illayna searched as discretely as she could for that familiar face, but when she found the Narvashal group, she did not see Marcus. She did, however spot Cedric. She'd spoken to him once, and from the words of Marcus he was her competition.

Illayna turned her attentions and tugged the reigns and turned into their appointed section. She dismounted and tied the reigns to a post, before heading off to report that she was here for the competitions and would be competing as Greymeres champion. After she registered she returned to the Greymere group and settled in until the competitions would start. He father sat under a shade, his seat higher, and more forward than the others. Illayna seated herself at the step before his feet. Her arms resting over her knees. She was tired, and weak, but she had the strength to do this. She had to, or she could not depend upon herself. The bruise upon her cheek and jaw was yellowing slightly, it would be gone in three days time. but the wounds that had needed stitching still had a long ways to heal. Illayna sat quietly, the festival was proving to be more dangerous than peaceful.. After all this blew over.. and perhaps they were closer to peace.. she knew well a visit to the countryside without noblemen or company was what she would need.

She glanced over her shoulder to her father. She'd discuss it with him later, now was not appropriate. She sighed and pushed herself to her feet and began her way towards the other competitors. A little friendliness wouldn't hurt her, atleast not out in the open. Though as she glanced once more towards the Narvashal group and the narrowed stare she was getting from Aquitaine, sent chills down her spine. She was frightened of him yes, and at this point she would not put it past him to be so bold as to attack her in broad daylight.
 
The streets were crowded with people and horse-laden carts, everyone moving here and there as they went about their daily business. Some were clearly headed for the competition, dressed in their finest and yet others were out shopping and haggling for the best price they could get. Marcus was forced to slow his horse as he reached the edge of town and entered it, cantering slowly through the crowds. He was hailed from time to time by Narvashal soldiers out and about and even by one Greymere knight. The latter had been part of the group celebrating together the previous eve and the warm greeting brought a smile to his face. That simple gesture told him that peace between their people was possible if they could just set aside their differences and get to know one another. Returning the gesture, Marcus reined in his horse and exchanged a few words with the man, encouraging him to visit the competition later. That done, he headed back out, aware that the exchange had been witnessed by others, including two of his own knights.

As soon as the crowds eased up, the High Knight kicked his horse into a gallop, pounding across the city towards the competition grounds. Turning down the final street though, he suddenly pulled up short, his body going on instant alert. A group of three Narvashal soldiers blocked the way, each man facing forward, almost as if they were waiting for him. Marcus studied them for a moment, knowing something was up, and then slowly kicked his horse into a trot, closing the distance between them. When he neared, one of the soldiers moved forward and hailed him. “Sir Marcus! Please stop.” Marcus did as he was instructed, his hand slowly drifting towards the hilt of a dagger at his hip. “Why are you here, Bertran?” he asked. “I’m riding escort for the Lord today and need to reach him.” Bertran glanced at the men on either side of him and then back at Marcus. “I’ve been instructed by the High Lord to let you know that you have been relieved of escort duty today, Sir Marcus. You are to return to camp and stand down with the reminder that, as High Knight, you should be setting an example for the men, not carousing at night.” Marcus stiffened in his saddle at this news, eyes narrowing. The words were a rebuke from the High Lord but he could tell that Bertran felt uncomfortable saying them. The other men though, clearly didn’t as both had bemused smiles on their face, one even fighting not to snicker.

Slowly relaxing in his saddle, Marcus let a stupid grin slip into place, giving Bertran a nod. “Thank you, Bertran. Please give my apologies to our Lord and let him know I will talk to him tonight.” With that, Marcus turned his horse around and headed back the way he’d come, his shoulder blades itching with tension, waiting for a dagger in his back. When it didn’t come, he breathed a sigh of relief and put distance between them, his mind whirling at this new revelation. Obviously, Aquitaine meant to humiliate him in front of his men and had chosen them well; Bertran was loyal to Marcus but would now feel uncomfortable within his own camp and the other two were malcontents who would no doubt spread the rumor like wildfire through the ranks. As scheming maneuvers went, Marcus had to give the Lord credit; though they were tiny actions to take, they would make life more difficult for him among his men. He rode in silence, lost in his thoughts, when shock suddenly shot through him. Pulling his horse off to the side, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d been thinking about the encounter with Bertran in small terms but perhaps it was part of something bigger. Although it humiliated Marcus, it also kept him from the competition…the competition where Cedric and Illayna were competing. Suddenly fearing for their safety, Marcus turned his horse around and slipped down a side street then another and another. He would not return to camp as instructed, not when the lives of his friend and his love could be in danger. Finding a private stable, he made arrangements to leave his horse behind and then headed for the competition on foot, moving rapidly and quietly through the crowds. His spirit quieted with each step, the man slipping into hiding while the warrior rose to the surface, edgy and alert.
 
Illayna watched quietly. Aware that she had stopped walking as her brilliant green hue, crossed with the darkening gaze of Aquitaine and her eyes locked with his. There was malice in that gaze and the air around her intensified. She could feel small pin pricks of electricity passing through her. Anger prickling at her fingertips. Her senses dulled and the heightened. Her eyes glanced to the men surrounding him and their gazes, too, had fallen upon her. One mans eyes widened and then narrowed, she stared at him, her eyes flicking from spot to spot upon his form. She could see it in the way he stood. He was the one attacker she had managed to injure herself before falling unconscious. Her whole body roiled in pain at the memory. Her jaw stung, and her eyes narrowed into malicious slits. NO. She told herself. She would not react in such a way. Revenge was not who she was, nor was it something she smiled upon. She simply relaxed, smiled, bowed her head in their direction, before turning and continuing on her way.

Aquitaine would have her dead by his hands, she knew this, and she knew that if she was not careful he would get his wish. As she walked away, she flinched, waiting for something to strike her in her back but nothing, it still did not help her relax. The competitions were starting soon. She could see the other competitors lining up. She did the same. She could hear the whispers, the comments, the remarks about her competing. It was not common for a woman to compete. She ignored this, the further they got in the games, the more Greymere men would compete, but this particular game, was Illaynas forte. Unstraping her bow she settled into her assigned point in line. A far distance from their standing points were several targets. Each competitor was lined up with their own. She eyed her mark, then glanced down the line to see Cedric, he was watching her just as closely. Her eyes then scanned back over the crowd. Marcus was not here.. her stomach knotted a little, she was worried for him. Gravely worried.

As the competitors took their places, the horn blew, signaling the first strike. Illayna drew her arrow, notched it, lifted the bow and pulled, bringing it down to line her shot up appropriately as did the others at their marks. The horn blew a second time and they fired. She released the draw and watched the arrow fly. She waited. A host would walk through the targets and wave a colored flag, if you recieved red, you hit your mark, yellow, just outside of it, and white.. missed it completely. Illayna had recieved a red just as she knew she would. As the rounds proceeded the distance from point to target would increase.
 
As he neared the outer edge of the competition zone, Marcus noticed the noise increase considerably, the sounds bouncing off the buildings that edged the area where the action was occurring. A grin fell into place as he eased through the gates, men and women subconsciously moving out of his way, perhaps noticing the predatory way he moved or the fact that he was armed to the teeth. Every step he took caused him to slither through the masses, his movement fluid and quiet, barely a sound caused by the passing of his soles along the ground. He caught the eye of a High King guard, whose hand strayed to the hilt of his sword, but their eyes locked, recognition dawned and the man stepped back, letting him pass. This was the tricky part of course, to move quietly and unobtrusively and not be recognized any more than was necessary; if word reached Narvashal that he was there, he could very well put Illayna, and possibly Cedric, in more danger than might already exist.

Seeing a knight that he recognized, he ducked behind a couple that were engaged in an amorous kiss, using the distraction to momentarily hide from sight. When the coast was clear, Marcus made his way to a clothing vendor’s stall and, with the exchange of a few coins, purchased a dashing wide brimmed hat which he slipped over his head, pulling it down low to obscure his face as much as he could. Continuing on, he picked his way through the crowd, pausing when a roar went up. The sound told him the competition had begun, the first launch of the arrows piercing the air as they aimed for their targets, and he briefly wondered how his love and his friend were doing. Cedric was a crack aim with the bow, besting anyone he faced, but he had a feeling Illayna would keep him on his toes if her hunt results were any indication of her true skill. Inching his way forward, he found a prime spot on the sidelines and settled into place, his gaze falling on the line of competitors.

He saw Cedric first, his second in command standing strong and sure, his bow lining up for another shot. Skimming down the line, he saw her next, a smile blossoming across his face at the sight. She was wearing a white tunic covered by her archery gear, standing confident in her spot, a steady look on her face. As he watched, a second round of arrows flew, thrumming through the air to end in a thump as they hit their targets. The host walked down the line, checking each one and another roar went through the crowd as the red flags appeared. Cedric and Illayna had both hit their marks, driving their arrows deep through the center of their mark, and a quick glance at the tally board showed they’d done it the first time too. Shaking his head in amusement, sure this competition would be good, Marcus slipped back into the crowd, moving a little further down the side. Spotting Sir Richard nearby, he paused and considered approaching him, but decided against it in the end and instead slipped on past. Movement across the way caught his eye next and he stopped in his tracks when he saw him. Lord Aquitaine was standing among a group of Narvashal knights on the other side of the field, his eyes focused on Illayna or so it appeared. With a low growl, the High Knight moved away from the line, fading back into the ground then turned and headed towards the other side. He wanted to be close to Aquitaine and his men, to ensure nothing was done that shouldn’t have been.
 
Another Red flag. Illayna relaxed. She took in a deep breath and waited, watched as the event staff moved to quickly lengthen the field even further between the archers and their targets. Those who didn't come even relatively close to their target were requested to leave from the competition as the rounds advanced. Those who excelled were the true challengers. Cedric, as Marcus has predicted was score for score with her. She might have finally met her match. As she shifted her stance, eyes scouted the crowd once more, still no visible sign of Marcus. Her heart fluttered a little. She was worried, but she had to concentrate. Glancing once more to Aquitaine, she could not shake his gaze. Shaking her head, she drew another arrow, docked it, waited for the signal and then let it fly. She hit her target. As did Cedric once again. The crowds cheered, as the ranks grew smaller and smaller.

Other than the hunt, this was Illaynas only competition, and though she was prepared to lose to Cedric, she was not prepared to lose to anyone else, so she strived to hit her mark dead on with each pass. They continued like this for quite some time. Each contestant either being allowed to continue or asked to leave the ranks as they failed to hit their mark. By the mid day meal, they had ended the competition. The Tally board had been taken down before the last four rounds, so the tallies could be added up, and the champion announced. Illayna returned to her kingdoms corner to await the announcement. Though her mind was focused on other things. Accepting a goblet of water from one of the servant girls she smiled softly in thanks and drank it. She was sweating and hadn't even realized it. Removing her gloves and wrist guards, she took a towel and dabbed her face clean. Her hands felt stiff.

Relaxing back into a seat she waited, the entire Greymere camp had gone still and quiet as the announcer stood centre attention with a flag rolled up in his hands. They waited. He lifted his arm and let the flag uncoiled. The wind whipped it into life and the crowds erupted into cheers. Illayna stood from her chair to see whose flag had been flown.
 
Taking up a spot on the other side of the field, Marcus made sure he had a clear view of the contestants as well as his Lord and the men that followed him. Being there was risky, going against his direct orders, but he knew he’d never live with himself if something happened that put Illayna at risk again. Narvashal men had already made a play for her life once and he wouldn’t put it past them to make a second attempt, even in the broad daylight with tons of witnesses. So he watched from that spot, his gaze locked on Aquitaine, as the competition continued with cheer after cheer going up. He saw Illayna glance over at the man a few times too, knew she must be feeling nervous but was proud that she held her ground and stayed with it, each of her shots flying true. Cedric never batted an eye, matching her pace for pace, his pluck and cool never wavering. The man gave “crack shot” a whole new definition and Marcus was glad he was on his side.

When the competition ended, he watched as Illayna and Cedric both returned to the sidelines to await the results. He tracked her movements until she was safely in her group and then turned his attention to Narvashal. His Second had rejoined them and was exchanging a few words with the knights, a look of exhaustion on his face. Slinging arrows was a tough chore apparently, one Marcus knew little about since the sword was the weapon of choice for him. A few moments passed with quiet murmuring in the crowd and then a bell tolled, drawing everyone’s attention front and center. The announcer had stepped up onto the podium, a rolled flag in hand, and addressed the crowd. His words rang across the clearing, loudly and boldly. “Ladies and Gentleman, the results have been tabulated and we have a winner.” A drum roll sounded behind him, followed by two blats of a trumpet, which stopped when he raised his hand. “The winner of the Archery competition is…..” Another drum roll sounded, dragging it out, and then the announcer unfurled the flag. “Greymere! By a mere two points, the closest competition we’ve ever had at the Festival!”

A roar shot through the crowd then, thundering in its explosiveness, and Marcus could only grin. Illayna had done it, beaten Cedric at his own game, and made her kingdom proud. Looking over at Narvashal’s group, he saw Cedric step forward and wave across the field then bow to the Greymere group, clearly offering his respect for their superiority in the competition. It was such a noble thing to do that it warmed Marcus’s heart immediately, knowing what it must have taken for Cedric to make the overture to an enemy. As his friend finally turned from the sidelines the Narvashal group parted for him. Cedric moved with his head down, clearly weary from the day’s events, never suspecting that he was in trouble, least of all from his own men. Marcus saw it though, saw the look of utter contempt that came over Lord Aquitaine’s face then and read the lips that snarled words of anger at the men surrounding him. What happened next occurred so fast that tales would be told about it in taverns for years to come, tales that would grow with each telling, never getting the facts quite right. Two of the Narvashal men moved from the group, daggers drawn, and moved in on Cedric but neither got far, their screams piercing the air as twin daggers, thrown by Marcus, buried hilt deep in their backs. As Cedric spun around, chaos exploded in the crowd, screams echoing forth from others as they stampeded away from the area of battle. Marcus lingered just long enough to see the High Lord turn in his direction then used the confusion to slip away, safe in the knowledge that Cedric had been saved.
 
Illaynas attention had turned just in time to catch two Narvashal men falling dead in their tracks. Her concern was for the bewildered Cedric whose back they had chosen to attack. She would have run to help would it not only invoke ,further, the wrath of Aquitaine. Illayna pressed forward but Sir Aeros, her fathers first in command, grasped her arm and held her back. "That is none of your concern, My Lady. Please if you will." She stepped back and slowly turned her attention away from the crowd gathering on the other side. Illayna was drawn away into the protection of her fathers guards, and her heart sank. They would take this as an attempt to breach the peace. Greymere could very well be in a world of trouble. Two men had just been killed in the presence off the high king during the Festival.. nothing good would come of this. Yet still, Illayna had not seen Marcus and worry seeped into every fiber of her being, fear, and heart break.

A guard held fast to each arm as she looked over her shoulder and she was moved away from the sight and to safety. King Ulric fast behind her. With haste they returned to their designated camp. Greymere had won the competition, an attempt had been made on Cedrics life.. and two Narvashal men were dead. Trouble was brewing, and war had found its place at the Goddess' feet. Illaynas dream for peace was shattering. Illayna mounted her steed and followed the group back to camp. A stern look on her face. She needed answers, and the answers she sought only the Goddess could give her, but so far the answers had been riddled and unclear.

By dark, everything had settled down, and things were quiet. Illayna had been questioned by the guards of the High King, as had her father and his men. It had not gone past the attentions of the High King that Illayna was particularly skilled in arts a woman did not usually take part in, so it granted her a bit of suspicion, but with firm confident answers, she was deemed not guilty. As were those in her surrounding party. She could hear the guards talking just outside of her tent. She was to meet Marcus this night but with the days events it was going to be very, very difficult. She'd not yet changed out of her competition attire, figuring it would aid her more than a dress and skirts would. Quietly she crouched in the furthest corner of her tent. The stud that dug deep into the ground and held fast to the tent was wrenched up a small ways and she unwound the rope just enough to roll out underneath it and tie it back in place. Her cloak bundled tightly in her arm.

Slipping the thick material over her shoulder she tied its collar and pulled up the hood. Her boots and the tip of her scabbard the only visible items. She kept her head low and moved through the camp. Avoiding others as much as possible. First, tonight, she would meet Marcus, in hopes he would actually show and could perhaps answer her questions about the events of today. too many lives were at stake for them to continue on like this for much longer. It would only get worse if it was not resolved quickly. She stopped and his, as the guards did their rounds. As they disappeared around the corner she pulled herself over the gate and quietly slipped off of the camp grounds. Her destination the Gray Goose.

A simple nod to those whom she passed, and was greeted with some form of acknowledgment, would suffice. She was worried, and though she knew no one could see her face, she prayed that the Goddess would guide her this not, shield her, and protect her from those who might perchance recognize her. She kept a reasonable pace, and shifted her stance so that the gait in her walk was unfamiliar to any watching. Illayna was a woman, a princess yes, but she was no fool. She knew all too well the ways of men. Though she had been studied and learned in many educations, she had also been presented with the study and education of a warrior. Though it was something she dwelled in very little, it had proven its worth in just the three days they had been here for the festival.

she had no once before, ever known a reason for her to study archery, or swordsmanship, for other girls her age had not. But by the goddess was she thankful she was not a helpless damsel in these cruel days.
 
In the chaos of the moment, it was easy enough to slip away unnoticed and Marcus did just that, sliding through the crowd with the silent movements of a cat stalking its prey, only this time he was fleeing not hunting. Knights of the High King and those of other kingdoms all rushed towards the Narvashal group, drawn by the screams of the fallen and the bellows of their Lord, his anger-ridden screeches filling the competition grounds like the snarls of a wounded beast. Twice, Marcus had to pause to allow men to pass, working hard to appear harmless and innocent, his head dipped down to hide his face while his body relaxed its stance. He kept his weapons well hidden and hoped that no one noticed that two of his sheaths were empty, the daggers now gone, thankfully neither bearing any kind of mark that could be traced back to him. Reaching the edge of town, he moved rapidly towards the stables where he’d left his horse, intent on reaching camp before the rest of his men did. People moved down the street, all armed to the teeth, but none paid him any mind and he slipped in unnoticed, paying the groom when his horse was brought out.

Riding through the streets hard, Marcus reached the edge of his camp and passed through the main gate then made his way to the cook. The man was an old friend of his and agreed immediately to cover for him, thinking that the High Knight had been out cavorting with a lady friend. It was the best cover story he could come up with but he trusted the man with his life, knowing that it might very well come down to that. Hours passed before the thunder of horses reached his ears and shouts went up through the camp. Soon a voice bellowed his name and with a glance from the cook, he slipped from the tent in the dark of night, an apron still wrapped around his waist. Lord Aquitaine was still on his horse, surrounded by Cedric and the rest of the men that had been at the competition, all of them staring down at him. “My Lord, is something wrong?” Marcus asked, wiping his hands on a rag. What followed was a full accounting of the day’s events as told from the mouth of a madman who firmly believed the attacks had been done by Greymere.

Marcus listened intently, keeping his face clear of any doubt, though his hands itched in guilt. Two men had been killed by his touch, two of his own soldiers at that, and though he knew the slayings were justified it still ate at his soul a bit. In his angry state, Lord Aquitaine forgot about his punishment of his high knight and with a wave of his hand dismissed him to his tent. Marcus gladly went, quickly stripping out of his day clothes and putting on a new set, these being cast all in black. The rustle of his tent flap drew his attention as he slipped the shirt over his head and he turned, seeing Cedric standing there. The man studied him for a moment, his gaze flowing over the new clothes then back up to his face. “You’re going out to meet her, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice pitched low. Marcus nodded quietly, strapping on a dagger then another, both hidden under the vest that he slipped on next. His sword followed. When he was done, he stood. “Cedric…” Before he could finish, his friend raised his hand. “You don’t need to say it, Marcus. I know it was you that saved my life back there. I don’t know how you did it, or even why you were there, but I’m forever in your debt.” Marcus moved towards him then, stopping a foot away, giving a short nod. “Aquitaine ordered it, Cedric. I saw him give the command. I killed them in cold blood but I’d do it again. He’s mad in the head and he needs to be stopped. My actions today hurt my cause though, if he thinks Greymere did it. I have to talk to Illayna and explain it.”

Cedric gave a nod and held the flap open for him and with a pat on the shoulder, Marcus slipped out. It was easy enough to make his way through camp and out the gate, heading towards the tavern where he was going to meet her. All he could think about was his actions that day and how badly they might have set them back; peace was going to be difficult now, with Aquitaine so worked up. It was becoming increasingly clear to Marcus that if he was to succeed, the Lord might have to be taken out and he wasn’t sure if he was up to that task at all. With those heavy thoughts on his mind, he made haste, finally reaching the shadows of the Gray Goose. Easing up against the wall, he did his best to blend in, his gaze searching, seeking, hoping. Illayna had promised to meet him but that might have changed after the events of the day. His body thrummed with energy and it was all he could do to stay still but when he heard the approach of footsteps, his body froze instantly. Eyes scanning the darkness, he made out a figure moving slowly and as they passed through the hint of light, he saw her. With a smile on his face, Marcus moved from the protection of the wall and called out softly. “Illayna, I’m here” he said.
 
"Marcus?" She whispered into the dark as she heard him speak her name, and when she caught the glimpse of him in all his glory, seemingly unharmed relief washed over her in an instant an without care she hurried over to him and gathered him into her arms. Her face pressed in against his neck and she breathed him in as she whispered against his skin. " When I.. when I didn't see you at the competitions I was so worried that monster had done something to you.." Though every bit of her still felt stiff and sore, the bruises still prominent upon her features and the pain evident in her voice, the only concern that showed in her eyes and upon her features as she stepped back and graced the image of him with her eyes, was the concern she held deeply for him. She then remembered the scene today at the competitions and she bit her lip, lifting her hands to draw back upon her hood.

Long curls had long since been unpinned and let to fall down over her back once more. Her gaze lowered for the time being. " Cedric.. I fear, that the attempt made upon his life today.. was for his failure. Two of your men were killed, and Greymere is soon to be blamed. " Illayna feared even more, that peace was slipping from her grasp. Those usually brilliant eyes lifted and they were riddled with worry, fear, and a deep sense of loss. A sadness Illayna had not felt in many years since this war had taken from her something she barely knew. She glanced to the entrance of the Gray Goose, and watched as drunken patrons stumbled from her lively establishment and made their way own the well worn path back towards the camps.

"We're treading on very foreign, very unsafe territory Marcus, and we need to be careful." She looked back up at him, the fire in her eyes the same from the night before. Her feelings flickering on the surface, ripple their smooth brilliant color. "I couldn't bare it if Aquitaine hurt you.. or if one of my men got foolish. Things will only get worse before we can make them better. " She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Are you still in this with me, Marcus? Are you still willing to take the risks that are necessary to bring peace to our worlds?" Illaynas memories played back, to her encounter with Aquitaine at the ball, to the men who tried to take her life.. to the wounded, Marcus so close to death, and the attempt on poor Cedric. So many people were at stake, and lives would be lost regardless, but without war... there could not be peace.

Glancing back once more to the door of the Gray Goose, then to the woods beyond. She took his hand and motioned towards the tree cover. " Lets walk, so we're not so close to those who might find us familiar." When she moved, the sword sheathed at her hip bounced against her, and clanked every so softly. She dropped a hand to still it, until they were far enough not to attract unwanted attention. She knew Marcus could likely answer her questions, explain to her the condition o Narvashal and the anger that ravaged their kings reasoning. But all of that, just lead to the one thing she needed most right now, being able to be with him, and be away from all of it. Out of prying eyes, and harmful thoughts.

They could walk, and talk, and avoid the cruelties their kingdoms had become accustomed to. She could feel the Goddess guiding her, urging her to walk within her woods. Where they would be safe from the harm that might come.
 
As the silence of the night settled around him, interrupted only by the occasional burst of noise from the tavern at his back, Marcus watched the figure that rapidly approached, suspecting it was Illayna but wanting confirmation to be safe. Too much violence had surrounded him recently and he would take no chances until he knew, his hand slowly drifting down towards the hilt of one of his daggers, prepared to use it if warranted. When she whispered his name in return, the words carried on the slight breeze and stroked across his skin, causing him to slowly relax with a sigh leaving his lips. He was in her arms before he realized it, her face buried in the rough skin of his neck, soft breath sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through his body. As her warmth seeped through his clothing, he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, simply enjoying the moment. The hug had surprised him but he welcomed it, welcomed this closeness between them. The words flowed from her mouth then, pouring forth like a rushing river after a rainstorm, and he simply listened, absorbing everything she said.

Twice he tried to get a word in edgewise but failing both times simply held his tongue until they were safely within the trees, cradled in the embrace of the Goddess. Marcus stopped then and glanced around, his gaze noting the roughness of the bark, the gentle rustle of the leaves, and soft thickness of brush, all of it working to sooth his soul. He turned his gaze to Illayna next, reaching out to trail his fingers lightly over the bruises on her face. Tracing her cheeks and then the edge of her jaw, they dropped next to her neck, caressing down it with a soft willowy touch. Reaching behind her, he ran them through her soft tresses, a slow grin sliding into place. Finally he cupped her cheeks and leaned in, gently brushing his lips across hers, wanting a tiny taste. The touch sent a surge of electricity sliding along his nerves, doing much for his mood. When he pulled back, he closed his eyes and nodded. “I am still with you, Illayna, but there is much to tell you.” He reached out then, taking her hand and sliding it inside his vest, tracing her fingers over the spot in his shoulder that had been wounded.

“Do you feel that, Illayna? The wound, it’s gone, completely healed. The skin is tender but the gash is closed, the skin smooth as a baby’s butt.” He moved her hand to his arm next, then his side, before stopping at his thigh. Each spot was a place of injury and should have sported a bandage yet none existed. “I was visited by the God and Goddess, Illayna, pulled to the Glade of Love in a dream last night. She told me we were on the right path but it was fraught with danger. Then she healed me.” Letting her hand go, he stepped back and paced a ways down the path, his steps snapping branches underfoot. Turning back around, he continued. “I’m sore as hell but I’m fine otherwise. It’s a miracle, Illayna, and one I can’t turn away from.” He moved towards her rapidly then, pulling her into his arms, a smile gracing his lips. “What we’re doing, it’s been blessed. We’re meant to walk this path together, to work towards peace.” His eyes closed slowly, a look of worry crossing his face. “It will be hard, my love, very hard but I know we can do it.”

He took her hand and led her deeper into the forest, trusting in the Goddess’s embrace to protect them. Reaching a small clearing where the sound of a burbling stream could be heard, he stopped and faced her, finally prepared to tell her how he’d screwed up. “I…I was at the competition today and watched it all. Aquitaine banned me from it, using my own men to disgrace me, but I feared for your life and ignored his orders. I slipped in unnoticed and saw you win.” He paused, taking a breath. “I saw Aquitaine order Cedric’s attack and I reacted. It was my blades that killed them.” He pulled away then, his body rigid and hard, feet pulling him back. “Their blood is on my hands, Illayna, but I couldn’t let Cedric get hurt, not for losing to you or for supporting me last night.” He turned his back, his body suddenly wracked with trembles as the guilt of what he’d done swept through him. His voice cracked when next he spoke, the words barely making it past clenched lips. “I made things worse, Illayna, gave that mad man a reason to blame Greymere for my actions.” Spinning around, his movement lithe and fast, he stared at her with tears trickling down his cheeks. “Peace, Illayna. That’s our goal yet I started it with bloodshed and violence.” He shook his head then, pulling himself together, each movement a visible tug at his emotions.

When he was finally Marcus again, the warrior and the Knight, he closed the space between them, his hands reaching out to take hers. “I won’t let Aquitaine win, my love. I won’t. Whatever it takes, I will stand beside you, working towards peace for our countries. There are men in my camp that will follow me if necessary, though it won’t come without bloodshed.” He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers, a steady thrum of energy coursing through his body, wanting something more from her. Ignoring it for the moment, he slowed his breathing then continued. “We’re all in danger now and we have to be careful. Being seen in public together will be the least of our worries after today.” His fingers slowly traced her jaw, lightly grazing her skin before sliding over her lips then down her chin to her neck. Heat pooled in his gaze as he pulled back slowly, staring into her eyes and then, without a conscious thought, bent his head and kissed her neck, his teeth lightly grazing her skin. “I can’t lose you, Illayna. Not now, not ever.” Each word was punctuated by a tiny little kiss, his lips gliding across her skin. “I love you and will do my best to keep you safe.”
 
Illayna listened to every word he breathed. As she felt the smoothness of his skin, where she had known wounds to be, her eyes grew wide and the expression must have been obvious because he continued to explain. The Goddess and God had blessed him, far more than Illayna could ever say for herself, for his healed wounds only reminded her, that she was still battered and bruises. Where every movement hurt, and every muscle was stiff. Where her memory still failed her in some points, and the seering pain in her head had never dessipated.. he was healed. She continued to listen, her hand in his. She raised her gaze to meet him. Determination alive like a flickering flame within those brilliant green orbs. "Marcus.. " she breathed his name, sternly, like a mother scolding a child. "If there is one thing, I know.. without a doubt.. is that in order to have peace, sacrifice is necessary.. and in some cases you can not have peace, without at first having war." She held his hand tightly, holding it against her heart. "Had it been me, I would have killed them without a moments hesitation. Every ounce of me wanted to run to Cedric, to protect him.. to aid him from the monster Aquitaine has become."

She released his hand and cupped his cheek. "I know it is hard.. but Aquitaine is the obstacle that stands in the way of our success." She stiffened just slightly. "All of Greymere will stand beside me, I know this. My fathers men may be difficult, but even they can see that this war has weighed heavily upon him. He is not thinking clearly.. " She bit her lip for a moment, before Marcus finally embraced her completely, she was lost in his words, his touch. His lips grazed her neck, and she felt her heart jump. Her skin flushed with heat and her thoughts lost. She closed her eyes and listened as he spoke again, each word punctuated with a soft kiss upon her throat. "I Love You, Marcus.." She whispered softly against his ear, turning her head just slightly to kiss gently at his ear. " I would give everything to protect you.. my right.. my name.. my loyalty... just to see you safe." She whispered softly, bringing her hand to gently trace along the back of his neck, caressing the smooth flesh.

Her free hand gripped at his vest, holding him close. Not willingly to let him slip away from her. Not while they could be alone here, in the glade in the middle of the woods. Protected by the sweet embrace of the God and Goddess. She slid her hand from his neck to his cheek and guided his lips away from her neck, and she stole them with a kiss of her own. Claiming his tiers with a passionate, burning touch. She broke the kiss softly and whispered against his lips. " Be with me Marcus.. be with me here.. and now.. without worry of War.. or peace.. without fear of man or brother.. without all the worries.. be with me Marcus.. please.." She whispered softly. "Let us have a moment just for us.. " She had not intended for the depth of the words to sound so intimate.. but perhaps that was the only way to speak them. She wanted to spend this time with him, the time they stole away from the world to be together, to be free of worry and fear. She wanted to be in love.. no afraid.

In these moments they stole away together, they could be open to eachother, they could love without fear of prying eyes, and those who would kill them for their treason. She traced his jaw with her finger tips once more and breathed him in, her hand still clutched at his vest before she crushed her lips to his again. Eager to taste of him. To know him, more than she had. She wanted him, and though she should have control, and show restraint.. it was difficult.
 
He hadn’t meant to kiss the soft skin of her neck, hadn’t planned it nor dreamed it, yet it happened all the same. When left to its own devices, it was clear that his heart ruled over his brain, acting instead of thinking, taking instead of asking. The feel of her body beneath his lips, supple and soft in its allure, sent a thrill of energy coursing through his veins, igniting his nerves. Marcus rested his hands lightly on her hips, the feel of the fabric barely noticed, and simply drank in the experience as it occurred, letting things happen as they would. The touch of her hand on the back of his neck sent a shiver dancing down his spine and he responded with a flick of his tongue, licking her skin in kind. When she spoke the words he longed to hear, those three little monsters of romantic folly, he let out a soft moan. Love had never been a thought in his mind, never an aspiration of any kind, and yet he’d found it with this woman before him, caught in its sticky web of intrigue.

When her lips found his, their touch insistent, heated, and moist, he melted into her touch, his body to hers. The kiss was slow and intimate, each exploring the others lips, enjoying this forbidden taste for all it was worth. It blocked out all thought, shut down his heart, and boiled the very blood in his veins yet he continued it until she pulled away. He listened to her words, adding them to the mental vault with the others, shifting through them, his brain processing and analyzing and enjoying. Could he do what she asked, take this moment to be with her, to enjoy what she offered and bring them even closer? The Goddess had granted her permission, the dream had made that clear, and he knew he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything before. Illayna had stolen his heart the first day they’d met but he’d done his level best to resist until that night she was attacked. All bets were off then, all efforts doomed to fail, and now she asked something of them. This step, if taken, would be huge, would redefine their relationship and forever change them. Before he could think on it further, she kissed him again, this one more wanton, more wild and sure. A moan slipped between them, born on the heat of that embrace, and when he finally broke it, a shudder ran through him.

Resting his forehead against hers, he sighed softly, knowing in that moment that he wanted nothing more than her, in every way possible that he could get. Pulling back from her, he glanced around the clearing and smiled softly, recognizing it. Taking her hand, he rubbed his thumb lightly across its back and nodded. “Illayna” he whispered as he stared into her eyes, his other hand rising to gently caress her cheek, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw lightly. “I have never loved a person the way that I love you. Where once I thought intimacy was forbidden between us, I now know it’s not true. With the Goddess’s blessing, I want you; want you so badly that my soul burns for you. Let us use this moment to explore this thing between us further, to see just how deep our love goes.” He pulled her into his arms then, wrapping his around her waist, his mouth lowering to her ear. “There is a more secluded glen not to far from here, where we’ll be safer. It has a surprise that I think you will like; let us go there now, to disappear for a bit.” His lips lightly grazed the edge of her lobe before giving it a light nip, words moving aside for more intimate replies.

Stepping back slowly, he kept his hand in hers and moved down the path, propelling them onward through the haven of the darkened forest, their steps serenaded by the chirp of crickets and the hoot of owls, each providing their own personal chorus. With only natural moonlight to guide them as it penetrated the tree tops, Marcus moved slowly, calling on his memory and his warrior sight to help. Down the path they went before switching to another, moving as quietly as possible, only the occasional snap of a twig under their feet and the sounds of their chorus keeping them company. Soon the trees began to thin and the sound of splashing water filtered to them, drawing Marcus to a stop. Turning to face her, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips and smiled. “Close your eyes, Illayna. I want this to be a surprise.” As soon as she had done it, he moved them through the trees into a large clearing that was backlit by the moon’s rays. A large waterfall rested at one end, liquid flowing over a high cliff to crash into a pool of water below, mist rising up to bathe the clearing in an intimate touch. Slipping behind Illayna, he rested his hands on her shoulders. “Open your eyes, my love and behold a sight fit for the Goddess and God though it will have to settle for a simple Knight and a royal Princess tonight.” His body thrummed with the thought of what this time would bring them and he hoped it would be enough to bury all thoughts of violence and mayhem, at least for one night, one memorable moment in time.
 
Illayna listened, her forehead resting against his own. A smile dancing across her lips as she listened to his words. The honourable knight had fallen in love with her, the man who had admittedly, not entirely loved like this before. She lifted her head when he spoke of another place, one safer than the glade in which they resided in now. She nodded softly, let him take her hand and followed him. She glanced around, admiring the nature along the trails. The beautiful chorus of the wildlife greeting them as they passed. She smiled softly, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as they switched paths, only for him to stop after a while and demand she close her eyes. Quirking a slender brow inquisitively, she followed through and did as asked. With eyes closed she trusted him to guide her and guide her he did. Her hand still held fast in his and her free hand gently grasped at his arm as well so she couldn't possibly end up lost.

When he finally stopped and moved around behind her, his heavy hands resting upon her shoulders and he told her to open her eyes. She opened her eyes and nearly gasped. The sight before her was breath taking, it was beautiful. She listened to his words and she shook her head. "No." She said simply turning to face him and gently take his hands in hers. " No knight.. no royal princess... tonight we are neither.. we are not knight, or warrior... or princess or acolyte... tonight we are together.. we are simply a man and a woman in love." She persisted. She was determined to make tonight, for the most part, a night without worry or concern for the lives they lived apart. The secrets that kept and the secrets they shared. They were taking this risk together, and tonight she wanted to forget all that and just be with him, to know that what they feel is real.. and just how deep it was.

She turned back to the sight before her, and unclasped her cloak, laying it over a nearby rock. She then unlaced her boots and slipped them off. She glanced down, the idea of rolling up her pants would have been futile.. leather didn't roll. She took a deep breath and unlaced the front of her pants, and slid them down, the tunic she wore was long enough to hide her figure till about mid-thigh, so she didn't feel so indecent. She followed them by slipping off her wrist guards and gloves. She then moved to the shallow edge of the pool of water and waded out into it, the water felt nice and cool against her skin. She glanced back then to Marcus. "Coming?" She asked playfully. Before splashing a bit o water in his direction. She was nervous yes.. but she felt comfortable.. this.. this felt right. She waded out a bit deeper, the water soaking into the hem of her tunic but she didn't mind. She closed her eyes and let her hands sift through the water while she turned her face up to the moon.

"Thank you.." She whispered so softly it was hardly audible. She thanked the God and Goddess for blessing their meeting.. for allowing her to be with Marcus and vice verse. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, exhaling slowly before glancing back to him curiously.
 
The sight that lay before them was magical in its allure, definitely a scene brought about by the Goddess and her main man. Marcus had found this clearing a few years back on one of his many solitary walks. He was as at home in the woods as he was on the battlefield and his Lord visited the High King’s city often enough, leaving him time to explore. The first day he’d found it, he’d stayed for hours, just lying on his back listening to the splatter of the falls as the mist soaked him. He’d looked like a drowned cat when he’d returned that night but he’d come back often ever since. It was the one place he’d found in the city that soothed his soul and brought him peace and now he could share it with her. It was a moment that would be etched in his mind forever and for the first time he wondered if his arrival in this glen all those years past had not been sketched by a divine hand.

When she turned and spoke, her hands sliding into his, he was drawn back to the present and the beautiful sight of her smile before him. He swallowed hard at her words and gave a small nod, squeezing her hands in return. “Just a man and a woman in love” he repeated, his voice pitched low as if he didn’t want to disturb the beauty of this place where they stood. The words “in love” were still foreign to his brain but his heart agreed with them wholeheartedly. Illayna had captured it in her clutches from the moment he laid eyes on her and he knew she felt the same way. When she turned around, releasing his hands, he watched her movements carefully, wondering what she would do. As the slowly took the cloak off, he quirked an eyebrow, which was soon joined by its brother when the boots went next. Surprise climbed to a whole new level though when she unlaced her pants and slowly slid them off, causing him to take a step back. His gaze was locked on her tunic, the only piece of clothing that now hid her from his sight, and he slowly closed his eyes, trying not to look.

He heard the sound of footsteps walking away from him and had to look, seeing Illayna walking across the soft grass of the glen then. Without a second thought she slowly waded into the pool and glanced back at him. Her invitation was obvious, even without the word, and grinned in return. Placing his vest on top of her cloak, he stripped his sword and daggers off, leaving them near the edge then shucked his boots. He glanced at his trousers but was at a loss as to what to do with them so he settled on simply stripping off his shirt. Approaching the edge of the water, he didn’t bother to roll up his legs, simply slipping into it and letting it soak the fabric so it clung to him. Moving towards her, he suddenly dropped down, letting his head go under the water, bursting back up just as quick. The liquid soaked his hair now and slowly dripped down his chest, rolling through the planes and curves of his muscles and scars on its way to his pants. Grinning he neared Illayna and reached out, latching onto a wrist so that he could tug her towards him. As her back settled against his chest, his arms slid around her waist and he turned them so they faced the waterfall.

The gentle spray of mist splashed them, sparkling with light from the moon’s rays. If he looked hard enough, he would swear that he saw the smiling face of the Goddess in it but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Leaning his head on her shoulder, his mouth near her ear, he spoke softly into the night. “It’s beautiful here, Illayna, and I feel like it’s our spot now. We can come here whenever we want to get away and I think we’ll be protected. I never understood why I found it way back when but now I know.” Turning his head, he placed a gentle kiss against her neck then another, simply enjoying this closeness that they shared. “The night is ours Illayna, to do as we please. How would you like to spend it?” As he said those final words, his teeth gently nipped her skin, giving it a soft tug before letting go. With that, he released her and dropped into the water, swimming for the spray of the falls themselves, wanting to be caressed by the Goddess.
 
Illayna heard him enter the water and just as she glanced back to see him, he was gone beneath the surface of the water. He rose again and he was breath taking. A blush flourished over her cheeks and she glanced away for but a moment. The sight of him stole her breath. Marcus, with all his battle scars, and defined muscle, was a beautiful man, body, mind, heart and soul. She smiled sweetly, and soon he was behind her, his arms wrapped about her waist. She leaned back against him, the dampness of his body soaking through her creme tunic. The material feeling heavier and undoubtedly when he pulled away the back would seem sheer, soaked through with the water from his touch. He spoke and she smiled as she listened, Her body humming with the wonderful energy he provided. "I just wish to spend it with you." She answered honestly, before he nipped her flesh and then dove away. Illayna gave a soft hearted laugh and dove into the water after him.

She swam to the spray of the falls and resurfaced nearly under them completely. She could feel the spray of the water against her face as she gently pushed the now damp curls from her face. The cool waters soothing the insatiable heat of her flesh. A soft smile on her lips as the water caressed her body. "It seems the Goddess truly favors you." She glanced to Marcus with a coy bat of her lashes. "I must say.. I think the Goddess Rivals for your love and attention.. I am at best, only second rate. " She teased. The heavy weight of the soaked tunic upon her shoulders was becoming annoying but Illayna fought to hold onto her modesty for just a while longer. She treaded through the water towards him, and gently pulled him to her. She stole from him then, a kiss upon his lips. Her tongue gently trailing his bottom tier, she could taste the cool, fresh water upon him. "This place... is very beautiful.. romantic in all it's wiles.. I am thankful of you for bringing me here, and thankful the Goddess is kind enough to offer us her protection."

Illayna could feel the powerful magics drift through the glade. No one would be disturbing them, less they should so desire to leave. She gently brushed a hand down along the side of his face, admiring him. "You're still worried... and uncomfortable." She let a small pout play over her lips. Perhaps she had been too forward in her emotions. Illayna closed her eyes for a moment and gave a brief nod. More to herself in affirmation than anything else. She moved back, away from him and just gave him his space. She drifted back to float on her back and let her eyes gaze upon the night sky. It was a beautiful night despite the horrible happenings of the day, but she was glad to be here.. to be free of it all. It felt good to just simply get away. Her hands sifted through the water as she floated along the surface, the falls spray tickling against her every now and again.

She listened to that thunderous thrum, and the sweet serenade of the birds and animals that lingered in the woods surrounding the glade. She couldn't have ever dremt of anything more perfect than now, this moment would forever remain with her.
 
Slicing through the water with swift kicks of his legs, Marcus entered the deeper part of the pool and dove downward, coming up under its spray. The water splashed down around him, caressing his face and his shoulders with a pounding rhythym that should have hurt but only soothed him. He was alive, his body humming with energy, and in that moment there was not a care in the world that he had to worry about. It was a wonderful feeling to possess, especially during a time of war, and he enjoyed it while he could. When Illayna surfaced near him, her hair plastered to her face, he almost moved forward but caught himself in time. Her tunic was now plastered to her body, what little he could see above the water line, and his eyes widened when he realized it had become a bit transparent. As her hands brushed her hair from her face, his gaze slowly traced the curves of her cheeks and then her sensual lips, memorizing those features in his brain so he could recall them in his sleep.

The smile that graced her lips as she neared him drew warmth to his heart and he listened while she spoke, her words light and teasing. Shaking his head, he answered with a smile of his own, letting her see what she did to him. “No, not second rate at all, my love” he whispered. “If the Goddess favors me, it is only because of you, who stands by my side and lends me her heart.” She glided to him then and pulled their bodies close, stealing a gently and loving kiss from his lips. He closed his eyes as they touched, savoring the feel of her moist skin against his, wanting to deepen it. The water lapped around them with soft caresses, offering its protection and soothing aura. A shiver ran through him at the touch of her tongue and then she pulled away. “Mmm, yes, this place is beyond beautiful, that is true but the most beautiful thing here is you.” At her mention of the Goddesses protection, he looked out at the glen, letting his eyes skim along its edges. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew her presence was here, bathing them in her glory and giving up a piece of her soul.

Her next words drew his gaze back to her and he saw the pout on her lips, puzzlement on his face. What had she meant by that, he wondered, trying to puzzle it out but before he got very far, she pushed away from him, putting distance between them. The minute she did, he felt a shiver roll down his spine, one that shouldn’t have been there. The gap between them was only a few feet but it felt like an ocean of space and time and he found that he didn’t like it, not one little bit. Something had changed in that moment, something that he still didn’t understand, but he knew he could do something about it if he so chose. He started to move but then stopped himself, giving it just a little more thought, letting his brain rule that moment instead of his heart. Illayna had said they were simply man and woman that night but were it really that simple? She was the Princess of Greymere and he was the High Knight of Narvashal, two kingdoms that had been at war for decades. Was it that easy to cast it all aside in the safety of this glen, to ignore their responsibilities and requirements?

As he watched the love of his life floating away from him on her back, putting more and more distance between them, he realized, perhaps for the first time ever, that it was indeed that easy if you knew what was truly important to you. Shaking his head as he steeled his nerves, he ducked back under the surface and kicked towards her. Sweeping up from underneath, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gave a tug, pulling her under the surface with him. Rolling them under the water, he felt the bottom of the pool brush against his back and knew they had moved to shallower water. Pulling her back up, he slowly stood, the water dripping down his bare chest to fall near his waist, melding with the rest. Pulling her tight against him, her nearly transparent tunic doing little to hide her from his sight, his hand reached up and slowly stroked her cheek. “Neither worried nor uncomfortable, my love” he whispered, his lips barely brushing against hers. “I was simply enjoying the moment, thinking that I’m the luckiest man in this city tonight, with the love of my life in my arms.” With that, he crushed his lips to hers, heat and passion boiling out in that simple gesture, melding the together. His fingers slowly slid down her back, lightly caressing it, dropping far enough to lightly graze over the curve of her butt before gripping it and pulling her against him.
 
Illayna let out a startled laugh as his arm reached around her waist and began to pull her under she took a deep breath and rolled down into the water with him, before he pulled them up to the surface, she brushed her hair from her face and gazed at him. The water dripping down his body sent a small shiver down her spine. She stepped when he tugged her close to him. She pressed flush up against him, fingertips gently gliding over his chest as he caressed her cheek and spoke. His lips grazed hers and she smiled softly, listening. He was so sweet, and kind with his words.. how such a man had ever lived his life for a man like Aquitaine, she had no idea. After his words sank in, his mouth was hot on hers and his hands trailed along her damp figure. She closed her eyes and leaned up into that kiss. Startled just slightly as he gripped her butt and pulled her up against him. Draping her arms over his shoulders she deepened that kiss. Uncaring that he could see every bit of her, that her tunic was transparent and her body exposed.

She had nothing to hide from him, except persay the thin delicate lines of a tattoo traces upon her back. The tattoo that only the chosen Acolyte of the goddess bore. Winds etched down the length of her back, betwixt her shoulders was the mark of the Goddess herself. The markings etched in a rare white ivory that glimmered against her flesh. She traced a hand down along the base of his neck and along his chest. Fingertips tracing each delicate, faded scar. Memorizing every line of his body, every warm touch, every inch of him. " I. must be the luckiest woman in the world tonight.. to be in the arms of my love.." She whispered softly against his lips. She nipped his bottom tier and tugged it gently before releasing. Illayna had not ever been touched so by a man, nor held so close. Her innocence had always been protected by the name of the Goddess.

but it had become abundantly awares that the Goddess approved of them, of their love, and their secret trysts. That together they were her chosen. She nuzzles him softly, and breathed him in, before taking a step back, and unlacing the top of her tunic. The water moving at her waist. She lifted it up and off, tossing it to the near by shore. "No need for that, you could already see. I'm sure." She whispered softly. Shivering to the sudden exposure.
 
The touch of her lips against his was divine intervention at its best and when she deepened their kiss, a small moan rumbled in his chest. Her soaked tunic pressed against his body and he could feel every sensual curve she possessed, something that sent a thrill coursing through him. Soft breasts topped with hard nipples scraped against his bare skin through the fabric and his hands lightly stroked up and down her back, simply enjoying the close contact that they were experiencing for the first time together. When she began to touch him, her fingertips lightly tracing his chest and each scar that she could see, a shiver ran through him, one that had nothing to do with the cold of the water they stood in. He’d always considered the scars an ugly reminder of his profession, placed on him to account for his sins on the battlefield. The way she touched them, though, made it clear that she found them beautiful and that very fact warmed his heart even more, deepening the love that he felt for her. Her words added to the desire pounding through his blood, hearing his own words echoed back with the same sense of love he’d felt when he said them, and the reality of what they were doing finally sunk in.

The Goddess had blessed this union of sorts, had made it clear that he should follow his heart and love her, and he was doing just that. He’d have gladly set aside his sword, stepped down from his position, and held her until they both turned wrinkled and grey. Nothing else mattered in that moment, nothing but this woman in his arms, and he longed for the day when that could become a reality for them. He’d never thought long term like that, always figuring that his life would perish on the battlefield, but now he had something to live for, something to work towards, and like all tasks set before him, he would put his heart and soul into it. She was worth it, worth so much more than he could possibly give, and if it took everything he had to offer, he would do it. A lifetime with her would be heaven, even if that was only one night in this magical glen of protection, watched over by the Goddess and her God.

When she nuzzled him softly and then pulled away, he felt the loss of her warmth immediately, his body trembling slightly. His gaze fell to her hands as she slowly began to unlace her tunic, eyes going wide at the sight, a small moan slipping from his lips as she suddenly pulled it up and off, exposing her creamy skin to the night air. Swallowing hard, his gaze roaming over her, he nodded to her words and then took a slow step forward. Reaching out, his finger tips started at her cheek and slowly slid downward to her chin before slipping under it. Tracing the hollow of her throat lightly he dropped them further, caressing the upper swell of her breasts. His gaze locked with hers and held it as his fingers dipped lower, gently circling first one nipple than another. Marcus had been with a woman or two before, mostly brothel urchins out to make a quick buck, so he wasn’t totally unaware what to do but with Illayna, he wanted it to be perfect. Taking another step closer, he let his fingers graze of the tender tips and then slide downward, caressing the undersides of her breasts before teasing their way down her stomach. He stopped there though and slowly brought his fingers back up, retracing their steps before finally winding into her hair and pulling her forward, his lips crushing against hers. The kiss was heated and needy but didn’t last long as he pulled away, his teeth capturing her lower lip and giving it a tug. Nuzzling against her head, he flicked his tongue out to caress her ear. “Let’s go to the field my love” he whispered then, his body trembling against hers, water running down them.
 
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