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"Such a good sweet girl..." she murmured as she continued rubbing the pads of her fingers against Diane's pearl and lips. She kissed all along Diane's neckline and up her jaw, eventually settling about the girls ear where she nibbled. She began to bite harder on her flesh as her hands rubbed more and more vigorously below. This time, because of the situation she was going to get her release. Of course, she'd have Honorè to thank for it.

"There you go, sweet girl...just relax. Let it build.", she whispered in Diane's ear. Her fingers slid inside of Diane's body, thrusting three fingers into the princess' tight hole, over and over again as her thumb, still upon the rough rag rubbed her pearl. As the girl's body would tense, she'd wait till just the right moment before giving the sharp command of "Now!" just as she knew Diane would in fact release her orgasm. With her eagerness to please, it would be a simple jump in logic for the girl to assume that it was Honorè's command that had allowed the release. Making it all the easier to actually do so the next time.
 
Diane's breathe came in ragged gasps as the pleasure mounted. She moaned low, feeling the sensations build up past the point of last night. When she thought she could take no more, she heard Honore's command of "Now!" The command sent a thrill through her and she felt the fire consume her. Her whole body shook as she had her first release, ever. She couldn't help the cry that escaped her lips. However, given the state that anyone had last seen her in, any hearing that would most likely assume she had started to cry again.

Taking a deep breathe, she felt the shocks still course through her, silently begging for a second round. She moaned low, sinking slightly in the water. Finally, she looked at Honore and gave her a small smile. "Thank you," she said. "I never knew of anything so wonderful." At that moment, she would do anything for Honore.
 
She laughed, her voice delighted as Diane seemed so pliable. She lifted her hand from the water and used it to prop the girl's head up as her other hand caressed her cheek. "Oh, my good sweet girl...this is just the beginning." Before she pressed her lips to the princess' as if to devour her, to possess her, to own her very soul. The sensation would build, but she would get no release yet.

Finally, she pulled free from the girl and looked at her with great affection. "Come, my sweet girl. You're going to catch a chill if you remain in the water much longer." It was shame that they weren't in Honorè's room, or she would do even more delightful distractions to the girl. But for the moment, her intent was to get her into bed before going to hunt down the servant who'd brought the wine. Now would be a good time for it, to warm the girl up and settle her in. It was only the beginning of the day, but it had been rough emotionally, and she wanted to make sure that she was well cared for.
 
Diane allowed Honore to kiss her, eagerly opening her mouth for her. She pushed herself up from the tub so that she could press her wet body closer to Honore. The comtess's lips were so soft, yet demanding. On Honore's command, she stood up and grabbed a discarded towel. She let Honore play chambermaid and dry her off before making her way to her bed.

"I don't have any of the things you do," Diane said softly, looking at her bed. "I have some scarves if you wanted to tie me down like last night." Her body tingled at the thought of being helpless. She should have been terrified, but she didn't mind giving up what little control she had to Honore. "If you require anything at all, let me know."

She sat on the bed, waiting for Honore to tell her what to do. seeing how wet she had gotten Honore's dress, she said, "I can let you borrow any of my clothes, if you want to change."
 
She chuckled softly. "No, I'm sure they'll be dry by the time I leave. I need to speak to your brother concerning some things." They troubled her a little, but she'd make sure things worked out. "But I will expect you in my room tonight. I'm sure your clever little brain can think of some reasoning." she tapped Diane lightly on the nose, teasing the girl as one might a younger sister. Once Diane was in bed and settled, she went back outside, taking the cup of wine from the maid and bringing it back.

"I'm going to put a few herbs into the wine to help you relax, and so you won't have troubled dreams, alright?" There was slightly more to it than that, but of course, telling Diane what she was doing was likely to make the girl believe that it was all as she said. And in truth, it would relax it, but the herb she lifted from one of her side pockets was also a mild dissociative. It would loosen Diane's inhibitions even further even as it helped her relax. And if she trusted Honorè to do it in front of her, she'd never question anything the comtesse gave her to eat or drink. There was no assumption of risk. She already trusted her.

"Here, drink this..." she commanded when she was done, letting Diane see everything that was put in there even if she wouldn't be able to identify the herbs contained. She lifted it to Diane's chin, acting as if she was a child, in fact, babying her in a way.
 
Diane eagerly drank the wine. she trusted Honore, and if she said that the herbs would help her, she believed her. The wine hit her like fist, never one to fully drink. She felt light-headed from the wine first, and the herbs second. The room spun, but she never thought it was anything more then the wine.

"I need to lie down," she said, clinging to the covers. She couldn't think clearly, just that a small voice in her head was telling her to always make others happy. It sounded like Gavin. All her life, he was always telling her that her place was to make others happy. Make father happy, make him happy, make her husband happy.

Looking up at Honore, she said softy, "I want to be happy. I'll spend my whole life making others happy, but who will make me happy?"
 
"I'll do what I can, sweet girl." Honorè could see why Gavin was so protective of her, after all, she was starting to feel some of the same affection. "I can't promise it will always be like this, but I will at least make sure you have warm memories to keep you comfort." She let the girl lay down, chuckled as she realized the girl was still naked beneath the sheets. Lying down with her, she wrapped her arms around the girl, letting her know that she was cared for, and that the comtesse would do everything in her power to keep her safe. Hopefully, the girl would sleep soon, and Honorè could think.
 
Diane held on to the Comtess as the room spun out of control. She closed her eyes, feeling the sway even then. Slowly, she slipped into her dreams, her mind open from the herbs. she was like a lump of clay, waiting to be molded into the perfect being.

Pulling herself closer to Honore in her sleep, she felt safe. She had only felt his safe once before. After her mother had died tragically, Gavin had taken care of her. He had been her protector and teacher, and he was the only other person who made her feel safe. She was glad that Gavin and Honore had found each other, the two people in the world she knew she cared for.
 
As Diane began to drift off, Honorè spoke softly. The princess would remember nothing of the conversation, but she would remember what was said, back in the deepest part of her mind. She spoke of what she would like to do to the princess, of what pleasures she would give her. And she also spoke of Diane's brother, of how strong, virile and handsome he was. What an attractive specimen of manhood. The terms she used were ones that a woman would use when speaking a man she wished to bed, these were the images she would plant into Diane's slumbering mind.

"Sleep and know pleasure, sweet girl...you and I shall find it together..." And so she would continue talking to the girl until she was deeply asleep, each phrase designed to think of herself as a woman meant for pleasure. To give pleasure, to receive it, that nothing was forbidden to her. Only Honorè could forbid her anything, but it was only for her own good.
 
Deston was a bit taken back by the Ritter that suddenly came upon the two, he looked over at the princess now basically being dragged off as another pair 'escorted' him to the feast hall. As the Ritter Hex grabbed his arms and took him quickly to the large room empty of apparent life, only filled by the metal suites of the Ritter Hex, he began to shout, "Hey now what's the meaning of this!? I've done nothing wrong!"

Once inside the hall, the Ritter removed from his side and went to their duties, as he was alone apparently in the great room. For a moment he stood there wondering what was going on. His thoughts seemed to go in circles though, and soon he decided to wait and see what happened and until then he would entertain himself. Looking around he found the silver wear, which he quickly came over to picking out a spoon.

Taking his new found item, Deston then moved over to one of the Hex around the wall. Putting on a small show Deston made no sounds as he looked into the helmet of the suite, showing the spoon with as much grandeur he could muster. Slowly he brought the spoon to his tongue, letting it slide across the cold metal. Quickly he pressed the spoon to his nose and let go, as a smile grew upon his face when the spoon did not fall to the ground. He stood in front of the Ritter, his arms stretched at his sides, his hands shaking as if to show if his little trick.

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Tansen sat in his chair as the room seemed to have people disappearing left and right. He himself dared not move from his seat due to the looks of the Ritter Hex. He could tell something was going horribly wrong, but no one seemed to care enough to tell the guests. He pulled as much of a calm face over himself as he could, leaning back into the table, wishing someone would tell those left in the room what it was that was going on.
 
Diane's slumber was filled with dreams that would normally confuse her. Images of Honore, naked and entanged with her in bed. Images of herself pleasuring others under Honore's instruction. Confusing images of her brother calling out to her, whispering in her ear words of a lover. As if her mind were rebelling, she could see Lord Martinez taking Gavin's place. Finally, in deep sleep, she saw herself as she had never imagined herself to be. Like Honore, she was a confident woman, one who knew how to use her sexuality. She saw herself helping Gavin rule by using her charms on visiting lords. She was a femme fatal.

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After seeing his father, Gavin walked briskly to find Eloran. When he did, he said, "You will watch over my father. I want only your trusted men to get his food and bring it up from the kitchens. Have someone taste it before he eats or drinks. Let no one enter alone. If he wakes up and, for some insane reason, wants to finish his meetings, keep an eye on the remaining delegates. If my father so much as burps while they are there, they are to leave. Everything he ate, drank or touched is to be brought into question. Nothing is to pass his bedroom doors without you investigating it. Do you understand?"

He signaled for the Ritter Hex to move about their new jobs. "I also want the Comtesses brought to my chambers. I will talk to them about this assassin plot myself." With that, he left for his rooms.

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Ritter Hasglow watched Prince Tansen. "YOu wanted to know what was going on," he said. "I am not at liberty to reveal all, but the security of the palace might be breached. For your own safety, we would ask that you and the other delegates remain in the feast hall. Either there, or in your rooms. It is your choice, highness."
 
(Your post ended with your Gavin leaving, but it's reasonable that Eloran can respond during the discussion.)

Eloran nodded gravely, the precautionary measures were entirely sound. "Yes, my Prince. I would like to know what the Comtesses have to say about this, my lord, if you would speak to them here, with me? Then we can work on investigating when we are both more informed."

He set about, calling for men, some by name, assigning them to parts of the operation. Men are sent to search the grounds, some to check on secret passages, others to use tracking skills to locate an intruder in the yard. Some are tasked to go around questioning the servants and staff about unusual activity.

"One more thing to consider, my lord." Eloran turned back to Gavin, "if someone wants your father gone, I suspect you may be in some danger as well."
 
Once Diane was slumbering, Honorè slowly removed herself from the girl's side and went back to the servants, ordering the retrieval of one of her own servants, Nicole by name. Once that was done, she had the bath removed, as well as had a new gown for Diane brought in. A matter of certain niceties before Nicole arrived with a change in dress for Honorè. Nicole was built similar to Honorè with a lighter chestnut color to her hair. It was enough of a semblance that Diane wouldn't startle too much immediately upon leaving her dreams. Nicole had been with her the longest, and was who she deemed the most trustworthy. That did not, however, stop her from leaving her with some very vivid descriptions of what she'd do to Nicole should ANY harm befall Diane while in her care. Nicole was also to instruct Diane upon waking of Honorè's instructions.

"Tell her that I've had you remain while I speak to her brother. Tell her to replace the ribbon, and assist her with it, taking your usual care. Give her another cup of the wine." This time, taking the care to have another cup of wine sent, and putting a milder dose of the medicine within. It would not make her sleepy, only more pliable to Honorè. It would not work without a good deal of trust in the person you were around, but those people you trusted you were more likely to do anything, even more so than usual. "You are the only one to assist her with her dress. Make sure she trusts you. You will be her big sister in regards to the training. You know what to expect. " With Nicole's head nod and reply, Honorè patted her on the head fondly.

"Good girl. Now assist me in dressing and once I leave, go wait by her bed for her to awaken." Once adorned properly, the long tresses of hair pulled back into a quick lover's knot, she made her way out to the corridors once more. She would have preferred her braids, but they would take too long to put up, and the long hair was currently too much frustration for her to deal with calmly. In that regard, her sister had more patience than she. Perhaps that was why she dabbled where she did. But once outside, she saw the guards and Ritter Hex moving every which way, and she wasn't sure what to think about what was going on.

"Where can I find, his highness Prince Gavin?", she inquired of one of them.

"Comtesse de Morhban?

Honorè was taken aback. Were they looking for her and/or her twin, for some reason? Her response was hesitant a purpose. "Yes, I am one of the Comtesse de Morhban."

"Come with me." Not like she was given any option, as one took her roughly by the arm, and began leading her back Prince Gavin's chambers, his manner curt and almost to the point of rudeness. The Ritter Hex were on high alert, it seemed.

"Excuse me, you do not need to handle me so roughly."

A glare was returned to her, with which she gave its equal back. She would not be cowed by a servant too far above his station. But his grip did not release. "Security has been breached and the prince wishes to see you and your sister immediately about it." He made it sound as if she and her twin were the ones who were the threat, and not that they had been trying to prevent it. Misunderstandings abound, it seemed. Then again, if you tell one person only that you want to see someone about an assassination, it was a likely conclusion if you weren't inclined to think about the fact that this one person had been sharing a private walk and breakfast with the son of the person who was in danger. Then again, perhaps it was.

Whatever the case, the Ritter Hex arrived at the door to the Prince's chamber with Honorè unhappily in tow. She may not have bruised easily on her face, but the same could not be said of her arm. Already it felt tender.
 
Gavin looked up as Honore was 'escorted' into his private chambers. His eyes widened as he saw that she was being manhandled. That was no way to treat the future queen of Anstaria!

"Let her go and then leave. Go protect my father or my sister, I don't need you here," Gavin ordered. He waited until the Ritter Hex had left before turning back to Honore. "I am so sorry," he said sincerely. "I told them to get you, but I didn't think they would do this."

He motioned for Honore to sit with him by his desk. "I understand you and your sister discovered the assassination plot against my father. I would like to know any information you two have about this. How did you discover this plot?" His tone let her know that she wasn't in trouble. He was just worried about his father.

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Slowly, Diane woke up. At first, she thought that it was Honore sitting next to her bed. After she had sat up, she realized that this woman wasn't Honore, but someone who looked a lot like her.

"Who are you," Diane asked.

"Nicole, ma'am," the woman said. "I serve Comtess Honore. She left me here to dress you and to tell you that she is going to talk to your brother."

At the mention of Gavin, Diane felt herself blush. For some reason, Gavin's name made her think of her brother, but not in a sisterly fashion. Looking down to hide her blush, she said, "All right then, help me dress. It's almost lunch time and I should really see if I'm still eating with Lord Martinez or Prince Tansen."
 
When she was released, Honorè sighed and rubbed her arm. She was a little hurt when she'd thought that Gavin had somehow thought that she'd had something to do with the assassination attempt. But she sat calmly down, and let him explain. It gave her some reassurance, although she let him see the hurt in her eyes.

"I don't know that I can do this, Gavin. I want to be with you, but as long as I'm a member of the Goldspar delegation, I'm always going to be mistrusted." she looked past him, surveying the room with a sad expression in her eyes. "I won't be trusted as your wife, let alone if anything else happens. Perhaps it would be best if we left and went home if we can serve no useful purpose here." She placed her hands in her lap and looked back at him.

"My sister discovered the plot and told it to the Ritter Hex. I had just given your father some of the unguent that I had with me to ease his cough. Unguent serves many purposes, medicinal as well as cosmetic." At this point, she was trying to remain stoic, and not let the situation seep in to hurt her, but her manners were stiffer than her usual collected self. "Other than that, I have no information, your highness." Even going so far as to address him by title once more.

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"As you wish, your highness." when Nicole rose, it was with the same grace that Honorè carried, but with a more submissive air to it. She lifted the bedsheets, and offered a hand to help Diane out of the bed. Once standing, Nicole grabbed a towel, and began to vigorous towel dry her again, this time to clear her body of sweat that accumulated when she slept. Honorè liked the nice rosy tint that it gave to the skin as well.

After that, it was a polite "please remain here." as she went to get the ribbon and returned to the woman child's side. Kneeling, she fastened it back around Diane's waist, her hands slipping into crevices that would reawaken Diane's dream feelings as well as her body. With a smile, she bent her head, and placed one gentle but firm kiss atop the mound of hair that hide the goddess' pearl and then explained.

"That is a servant's prayer to his or her goddess that is the Mistress. It shows pleasure with being able to give service and to please her. This is the only time you may touch the Mistress without permission and only when she is undressed." Nicole was going a bit beyond what Honorè had told her, but it was understood what was planned for the girl. "She also requested another restorative wine for you." she motioned to the cup beside the bed where a new glass of wine remained.

"Drink that, and I shall finish dressing you."
 
Gavin made sure that they were alone. Any and all guards, servants or Ritter Hex were sent from his rooms. Moving to Honore's chair, he knelt in front of her and took her hands. It hurt him to see the woman who had so warmly accepted him just that morning be so cold and distant now.

"Honore," he said softly, "I am not accusing you or your sister of this. And once the real perso who is behind this plot is found, no one will hate you. You and your sister brought this to our attention, and that shows goodness." He kissed her fingers. "You even tried to help my father. When word gets out about that, you'll see that my people will warm up to you."

He turned her hands over, kissing her palms. "I don't want you to leave. I was serious this morning about wanting to marry you, and I am still serious about it." He took her hand, holding it over the braid. "My people will grow to love you as I do. And you're doing so wonderfully with Diane. It's good for her to have a friend. I know she will adore you as much as I do."

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Diane shivered as Nicole placed a kiss on top of her mound. The reaction was automatic and she felt her nipples harden. "I think I'll have to remember that, the servant's prayer," she said, a bit breathless. The ribbon was already rubbing against her, making her feel pleasently aroused.

She took the cup of wine and quickly drank it down. She felt so good, her mind continuously going to the lessons from Honore to her dreams of the future. She let Nicole dress her, but kept the first few buttons of her dress undone. It wasn't as low cut as Honore's, but there was an extra inch of skin showing. To Diane, it was the first step in being sensual.

"You're mistress is a wordly woman," Diane said. "She knows the best way to a man's heart. You must have picked up something from her? Any advice before I go offer myself to the wolves?"
 
She let tears well up in her eyes, although they did not fall. She was not that weak of a woman, but she would let him know she'd been hurt by the actions of his people. "If the person is smart enough, they could find a way to make it seem as if it was I or my sister. The only way I would be above reproach would be to be your wife. People will always say whatever they choose." she looked down at him on his knees, and gave him a soft smile.

"Your sister is a treasure. A lovely pearl that would glow with the right polish." she was trying to change the subject to something that was more pleasant. It was likely that the Loidites, and Goldspar by extension, would be placed to blame and nothing would come of the romance at all.

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"I am my Mistress' servant, hers to command. I can only hope to aspire to be like her one day." There was obvious admiration in Nicole's voice as she spoke of Honorè. "My only advice would be to realize that you too are a priceless gem, and that your gift to the world is yourself and if a man does not treasure you, he is a fool and therefore not worth your time." But she stood anyways, and helped Diane dress, her fingers light even as they teased various parts of Diane's body.

"There is only one sin, and that is to not honor that which you claim as important. Honorè honors you with her time and attention because she believes you are worth it. In time, she will love you as much as you will grow to love her. But you will both be richer for the time spent together."
 
Gavin barely heard what she said about Diane. Instead, his mind raced with her mentioning that she could be above reproach as queen. In a normal kingdom, that would be true. Not in Anstaria.

"We must work hard to make sure that the right party is brought to justice," Gavin said. "Remove all doubt from the minds of the people. And, remove all doubt from the minds of the Ritter Hex." Gavin still remembered how dangerous they could be. After his mother's death...no, murder...he made sure to try and stay on their good sides. However, he wondered if that was a good idea now that it jepoerdize his future marriage with Honore.

"We have a chapel in the palace," Gavin said. "Marry me, Honore. We can keep it a secret for as long as you like, but I want you as my wife."

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Nicole's fingers teased Diane, and she unconciously leaned in toward's the servant girl. Her mind was a blur of erotic images, half formed by her virgin mind. She could feel her nipples pressing against the material of her dress, each movement sending shivers through her body.

She smiled at the mention of Honore believing her worthy of her time. "I am very grateful to what Honore is doing for me. She is a wonderful teacher. I can only hope I make her proud," Diane said softly. "I am hoping that with her teachings I will have a marriage filled with love. That's all I really want; love."
 
She looked at him, her face confused.

"Will that not make me seem more guilty. That I suddenly appear and marry you while I am considered an assassin by your Ritter Hex? We've only known each other a short time. They will consider me an enchantress or worse, a witch. My mother died by the same accounts and we lived in Goldspar, I can only imagine what your people would do..." She looked down at him, her hand lifting to cup his face affectionately before sliding through his hair. He really was quite charming. Leaning in slightly, she pressed her lips to his. "I ...lo.." her voice then cracked and she looked away, as if the sight of him brought her pain, or rather the idea that she'd soon no longer be able to see him. "..I care about you.." she corrected herself, too close to using that most potent of words, upon which kingdoms had risen and fallen.

"I would not see you hurt by my presence. As much as I wish to be with you, to counsel you, to lie beneath you at night in glorious abandon..."She had let herself get carried away with the mental imagery, but it was a desire of hers to be able to do all of the above with a man worthy of her. She continued looking at him, seemingly uncertain of how to decide. As much as she was her own woman, her sister held certain things over her.

"Yes...but it must be quick before my sister finds out about it...even for a prince, I do not think she would allow it..." she finally relented, but it was the first uncertainty that Gavin would have heard in her voice. "I trust her with my life, but she is overly fond of me."

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Nicole smiled. "Well, the Lady Honorè loves all those who serve her well. If you would have her love, serve her with your whole being. While you are hers, forbid her nothing and she will shape you into a thing of such beauty that mere mortals would tremble at the most delicate curl of your lip." The thing she didn't mention to Diane was how well Honorè was loved by those who served her. So loved that a few had refused to leave her service, such as Nicole herself, despite her own high standing within society.

"Men fear that which is unreachable, but it is also what is desirable. Become that, and you will have their love. "
 
Gavin smiled, hearing Honore's last words. He stood and pulled her to him. "Come on, we'll go straight to the chapel. The priest will marry us." He happily took her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "I promise you, Honore, I will be the most devoted and loving husband in history." He quickly took her up to the chapel, hoping that she didn't change her mind on the way.

The old priest had a few concerns, though. "If I marry you secretly, you must be married in public as soon as possible," he said after Gavin explained their needs.

"We will. I promise that as soon as all this clears, I will take the Comtess as my legal bride in the eyes of the people," Gavin said. He turned to Honore. "Will all this meet your approval, my love?"

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Dressed and ready, Diane wrote two notes. One for Lord Martinez and one for Prince Tansen. She was to have lunch with one of them, and she wasn't sure who. Each note stated that if he was the one ordered by Gavin to lunch with her, then she would be waiting in the gardens. Turning to Nicole, she said, "Have these delivered to the right parties. I will be in the garden, waiting."

She had a duty to her kingdom, and that meant marrying. Even though her mind rebelled and she wanted to stay with Honore and Gavin, she would be the girl that she was raised to be.
 
She was a touch bewildered by Gavin's exuberance, with all of the things against it that she'd spoken of, she'd thought for sure he'd call it off. But if anything, he seemed even more excited and encouraged. It wasn't exactly how she pictured her wedding day, in fact, she'd stopped picturing it a while ago. But looking at Gavin and how happy it made him, she couldn't quite tell him no. So, she stood before the priest.

"Yes, of course, Father." She turned and looked at Gavin with true affection, one hand resting upon his cheek. "I would feel uneasy otherwise, after all, what is kept a secret could remain a secret. Goldspar is full of stories of women who thought they had only married in secret only to find out that it had been done only.." her breath caught, airing ones dirty laundry in front of a priest just wasn't done unless it was to confess.

"But I want some token of your word, Gavin." Her eyes were bright, but she was deadly serious. "I will not be put away like some Danburian wives if it doesn't suit you."


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"As you wish, your highness..." Nicole took the notes, and headed out of the room, leaving Diane to her own amusements. But she could not hand deliver them herself, as she did not know who Prince Tansen or Lord Martinez was. So she handed them off to another servant, and went back to Diane's door, simply waiting for the princess to come out.
 
Gavin nodded. "A token of my word? Of course. What would you desire? I am already having a copy of my signet ring made for Lord Martinez to seal the engagement with my sister. What would you desire of me? I give you my word that I will never deny that you are my wife."

He would give her anything she asked. As his wife, she would have access to most of what was his anyway. Not really legally, but he knew his mother could enter areas that the king had access to because she was the queen. Honore would be allowed in his private library and study, and he would happily allow her.

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Diane took Nicole down with her when she entered the gardens to wait for her lunch date. She hoped that the possible assassin plot against her father. On the way to the gardens, she heard the servants whispering. At first, she took no notice, until she heard her name.

Looking around, she listened in on what they were saying. Her heart clenched when she heard them saying her father had died by an assassin. And that her brother was injured. Trying to stop her tears, she ran back to her room.
 
She smiled, he was rather eager to please. In that he and his sister were not too different. "Nothing as definitive as that. But perhaps a document signed by both us, and the Monsignor? Signifying that it is a valid marriage." She didn't need anything so grand as a ring or anything, but it was to protect herself if anything should happen. Normally, only the church and the husband got a copy of the record. "Then I suppose we can begin whenever you wish..." It was simple really, it wasn't as if Honorè was greedy for power or wealth.

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Nicole had been silent the entire time, watching her 'little' sister while she went about her business. But as she heard the other servants gossiping, she had an idea of the storm that was to come, and as soon as Diane fled, Nicole followed her, shutting the door back behind her. But this time, her voice was not soft as she spoke to Diane.

"Is this what you think of Honorè to deny the words from her very lips? She told you, your father is not dead." It was another thing that Honorè had entrusted to Nicole, but only so she would ignore any servants gossip and hopefully keep Diane calm. "Are you saying she lied because of what servants are gossiping about? Are you really that weak willed? Perhaps my Mistress was wrong about you, and you are unworthy to be trained." Her voice was harsh, and despite the fact that Diane was a princess, Nicole had no fear of her.
 
Tansen nodded at the Ritter nodding his head in understanding. "Lady Masako, I don't believe today would be such a good day to talk in private. The current situation would be against us, so perhaps another time." He stood up, almost mechanically as he moved out the door noticing the Ritter following right behind him. He gave a sigh, for he and his brother were likely the top two on the Ritter Hex's take out list and this would give them the perfect excuse to do so. Coming to his quarters, he opened the door to see if his brother was in, calling, "Deston? Hey you here?"

Hearing no reply Tansen shook his head turning to head down to the feasting hall, but his task was ended before it had even started, as a larger Ritter Hex shoved him into his room. Tansen nearly lost all balance as he stumbled backwards into the room, the large man merely glared at Tansen saying, "You are to stay here under penalty of death." Tansen took his words seriously, even as every muscle in his being twitched for retaliation. Finding his own bed he sat down and tried to collect his cool; this was no time to fight.

A while later the Ritter out side his door came into Tansen laying on his bed. Tansen half feared he had come to kill him, his eye moving to where his sword lay in his bags. He gave a sigh of relief as the guard merely held out a letter for him. He got up from the bed, quickly reading the letter. It was his get out of jail free card. He went about preparing to leave for the garden, when he was done moving for the door only to be stopped once again by the big man at the door. "I have a meeting with the princess, I must attend."

"What proof do you have of this?" The metalic voice came rasping from the tin can of a man.

"This letter here." Tansen handed the Ritter Hex the letter, fully expecting the man to take that as a valid excuse, yet was stopped once again at the door.

The large man once again spoke in his seemingly emotionless voice, "These come from the princess. My orders come from a higher power. You are to stay here until further notice." Tansen was shocked that he was rejected his freedom to pass, moving back to his bed. He decided to bring his bag with his swords into it closer to the head of the bed, just in case.
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Deston sat back down after giving the Ritter a little show, sighing at the lack of emotion. Letting his breath exhale as his head came down upon the table. He thought he would explode from the lack of happenings now. The thought came to him that he still had no idea why he was in the room all alone, coming up to the Ritter Hex that stood by the entrance. As he opened his mouth, another voice called to him. "Letter for you sir."

A frail boy nearly came into the room but the Ritter Hex kept him just outside, holding his hand out demanding the letter. Opening the letter and seeing it truly was what the boy said he handed it over to Deston, who snatched it from his hands a grin growing upon his face. Reading the letter he called for the boy to come back and deliver it to his brother. The boy asked where Tansen was but all Deston could do was shrug, the Ritter had told him nothing since he entered the virtual prison.
 
Diane turned to glare at Nicole. "I am not unworthy," she said. "What if something happened? Between the time Honore said everything was okay and now? All I know is that someone wants to kill my father. What about Gavin?"

She hated that she was called weak for caring about her family. She opened her wardrobe and grabbed a small jeweled dagger in the bottom. she hooked it to her dress. "Honore's word was a while ago. I don't even know how much time has passed. I trust her, but I do not trust an assassin."

She left the room, not caring if Nicole was following. She went back to the gardens, armed and ready.

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Gavin smiled. "A signed paper is easy," he said. "We will all sign so there will be no doubt." He never thought of denying her, and if this proved it, so be it. He turned to the priest. "Three copies of the marriage contract will be made." The priest sighed and nodded. If the prince wanted to include his bride, that was his business. He knew they did things differently in Goldspar.

The wedding started, Gavin held on to Honore's hand the whole time.
 
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