KIN OF DEATH [ Greeneyed23 x Flamette]

[Flamette]

...Taking a step out and adjusting her cloak, and fluffing her hood she could hear the faint rumble of thunder. Then felt the first few drops of rain, Falling upon her face. She merely give a small smile. While watching the town folk scatter like ants. It was just a rain, perfectly harmless rain.

Well, whatever. Is what came to mind, as she continued walking down the bazaar. With a freehand grabbing the most plump of the plump of pomegranates, by a near by vendor. Quickly polishing it, with one of her droopy selves. Not bothering to peal the seeds from the skin, she bite into it.

A many Connoisseurs would have turned their nose up at her. That isn't how one eats such a fruit. Yet last check, when was the last a Connoisseur of the mortal persuasion, Yes the mortal persuasion. Last acquainted with a being of another dimension?

Things worked differently here...but that was come to be expected, here. Not even living organism is said to have same maniacal makeup, or internal system...But with that mind. You would not be dealing with what you think as normal homosapines...

Try demons, deities, humanoids and so on. Thought to be nothing but a mere creation of pure fantasy, or to represent one's religious beliefs, or more religious fairytale. Many single minded historians, as others in these certain fields of ' seeking the truths' would think, or say.

..So with that mind. Who's say she couldn't eat such things? When humans would end up being sick from eating things normally shouldn't? Or maybe, it just her her thing...Who's to say?

She turned her attention to the rain clouds. Teeth still buried into her bittersweet treat. Blinking her eerier light blue eyes, while watching the thunder play. Knowing her father would have a coronary, if she wasn't home when storm officially hit.

He real took the fun out of being rebellious. She was just to good of a daughter. She worried for her father's well binging, and his state of mental health. It was actually quite funny, for her to worry about such. When her father wasn't so much alive, or dead for that matter..just was..

But even he was not without, his own state of physical and mental health. Even Death can carry stress and burden on his shoulders...His main vex..Being a signal parent.

And like any normal teen, she so got off tormenting her father..The power she carried..But he was still her best friend. They had what any could call a healthy relationship. With all trappings..such as a fights, then the makeups, no more then a hour later. The Father/Daughter understand was complex one, without having mother around to balance it. He just wanted her safe and wordily. Yet some how, it back fired and he ended up becoming slathered then worldly... But he was Death, he wasn't going anywhere soon..They have all the time, in the world. greedy he hoped she would never leave. She was his world..She helped justified something to him, and something this universe..
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Her home, a looming manor over looking their main city state. Sitting on the outskirts of a small Forest. Lightly maintain as if to create, kind of fence or wall of protection of him and his daughter...And as if by magic, many flowers and other plant-life, planted by her later mother, had taken root within forest.. It always lifted their sprites, when last snow fall had melted away and reminders of her mother took root once again.


....Some how she STILL arrived late. Time was never on her side, it seemed. Sheepishly trying to seek past the long path. Not running, slowly walking that long walk. Why run to what you know what was awaiting you..Your not so please father, who will go on that rant that you know-by heart. For what will be the 6,000 time.

Yet still tried, to some how avoid this. She sheepishly tiptoed up the aged wooden and stone staircase, that lend to the elaborated doors of the manor foyer. Not before removing her boots, holding them in a tight grip. Doing her best to push the door open..however..It seemed door opened to easy...She knew, he knew for sure...But she still had one spint left in her.

Once her feet touch the polish archway, made of oak....She bolted to an even grander staircase. Free of spiderwebs and neglected, not would expected the house of Lord reaper himself.. She reached for the bannister, but found her plan of escape was in vain. Her head lowed in her defeat with a sigh..When she head her his smooth, tender voice. Saying simply..
' explain...'

She hated how, he had this mental parent like raydar. Yet this a plight, of all children..No matter their age. All parents gained this edge, moment one become such. SHE COULD NEVER WIN!.

 

[Greeneyed23]

Death gazed down at his daughter silently waiting for her explanation. His form was flickering between that of her father, the human form with a chiseled tanned and very handsome face with solid black eyes and matching wavy locks that fell to his shoulders in his crisp black suit that covered his exquisite body perfectly, and the massive skeleton in a hooded robe bearing a scythe and an hourglass as while part of him was preparing to discipline his beloved daughter, the other part was about his work gathering souls and carrying them to the other side.

Whether Heaven or Hell Death went about his duty stoically his rule over the high plane, the between spaces having been granted him because of his cool calculation and immense power. He was always objective and fair, even with his child, which could not be said for his three 'brothers', War, Pestilence, and Famine, while the two powers his plane separated, Heaven and Hell warred among themselves. Death actually had but a single relation, his daughter, but he was nice enough to the others, but as he was the eldest having been brought into existence by and during Creation itself. Then had come War when Cain killed Abel, and soon after Famine, and Pestilence. Other powers did exist but the Four Horsemen were easily the most powerful.

As each was inevitable as the dawn and unable to be killed their abilities and power were simply immeasurable. War delighted in his combat. Pestilence always sought to improve his diseases. Famine was constantly attempting to allow some blight into the world. Only Death reaped out of duty. he did enjoy his work but he was not a killer merely the escort of the lost souls, a comfort and guide to them.

Now watching his daughter Death looked very intimidating and powerful. Despite the fact that he never shouted or grew angry his mere presence was enough to calm any situation and his whisper carried the weight of worlds. "Speak to me child. Why have you disobeyed my command?"


Osiris, one of the many subjects of the higher plane ruled by the Grim Reaper, was a very powerful ancient god who had a small but strong following of worshipers and one of his methods of blessing them was with his bittersweet fruit, the tapala, which Death's daughter, without permission had eaten, a direct breaking of his command for her to avoid tampering with the possessions of his subjects.

 

[Flamette]

"..How so...Daddy?..." She asked, confused. Starting to fidget on her tip-toes. "...Did I, disobey your commands" In an attempted to see past her father. (Trying to spot the actually time.)

Who just so happened, blocked her view of the house' main clock. (A Grandfather, that was said to have special proprieties, which sat across the hall from her father's study.) She was hoping to press the point, and hope to be vindicated. That she was maybe just a few minutes late.

Sadly it was just to far, to see or tell.

".....Surely I'm not all that late..?" Slowly, she took a step back. To a higher step, upon the staircase. Deciding to go back to plan A again 'sheepishly seek away.' "...5 minutes, at most..." She held out her hand, all five fingers spread, as if to emphasize.

She was unaware of the certain fruit in question. She should have known. He told her countless of times. No doubt she was daydreaming, when he should have been listening. Not to say she was ever not allowed to eat them, she had in past. Pretty much, that was all she lived on. During one phase in her life. Which made him and her mother worried. As she couldn't survive on one fruit alone, but things had changed..

As confusing was it was, but Osiris always a confusing kind of man...He had his fruits and they had theirs..And since that market place was crossroad of all realms, it was easy for her to zig when she should have zag..Oh Haruna help him...


(ooc: yea instead of saying oh god help him..I did a play on words and used this late wife's name lol)

 

[Greeneyed23]

Death shifted aside showing her the massive grandfather that was built into the house. "You are more than an hour late my child. You have been warned. You are not to leave the house again for three days. Go to your room please." he walked down the stairs and kissed her cheek. "You must obey my love. And you will apologize to Osiris for stealing his fruit and will repay him as he demands. Sleep well dear one."

His words were quiet and soft as ever his touch light and loving. His daughter had never heard or seen him yell or even raise his voice at anyone. He never needed to. Even War could not anger him.

War was at that moment, as usual, working on a new weapon. Since the debut of gunpowder he had been trying to find something better. Flamethrowers. Tanks. Bombs. Nuclear Power. Lasers. Plasma. All of it made War the happiest being in the high plane in which he dwelt. And now he was putting together a new personal hand weapon that was supposed to fire the energy of a star in a single projectile. He was humming "Ring around the Rosie." as he worked.

Famine was sleeping his powers wriggling all about him affecting several areas of the planet and even some planets scattered about the universe. Famine was a fairly simple creature, always hunger but emaciated nearly to a skeleton his mind completely out of control meaning his powers were also out of control which was why Death kept him in his home and allowed only the power that need to be released free upon the world.

Pestilence was pushing his glasses up on his face as he studied his new disease. He so enjoyed his worked with bacteria, viruses and the other components of diseases that he was always evolving and studying them and even made cures which he freely gave to his counterpart, Healing, another very powerful entity who dwelt in her own home on the other side of the plane.

 

[Flamette]

Nodding, though rolling her eyes. She knew she couldn't fight her father. "...Yes. Yes.." She answered him back, though not fully letting it set it., not until..."Wait!..Repay him, as he demands..?"

She spun around, as she reached top landing of the staircase. "...Are you sure that is best.. He may take my apology as some thinly veiled contact of marriage. Similar to when he misread your peace treaty..and though you were offering me to him. To seal the deal....I though you were blessed what an special, detailed memory daddy..how soon do you forget?"

Really how could he forget that. How that beast eye his daughter, like some fresh meat. His daughter was one of last, of noble birth in these parts to still be unwed, and truly " pure " (And still being trapped in ' mortal years" really wasn't part of it either. She just knew her values.) And yes it did get old fast, when lords for near and far would come and try convince him. It would be in his best interest for to marry them...

Hopefully he learned his lesson, if not....This why he taught his daughter in the ways of combat. He would rise no hair turling diz. She was force to be reckon with. The way she swing her scythe, wasn't just for reaping souls. Oh no, her skill got her out of some tough spots.

...Come to think if it..It may be best if War was send with her, as an escort...?...Or maybe not? War would sooner drag her off to go, and play with his weapons...So either risk change of being tricked into marriage, or coming home with gapping wounds!? From rough horse play.

SEE THE THINKS HE HAD TO DEAL WITH IN A DAY...!? Why does she always have to make him worry!?

 

[Greeneyed23]

"No I did not forget. I have never forgotten a thing as you well know. Now get your Uncle War and go apologize. Then return here and go to your room. there will be no dinner. I will not repeat myself." He went into his office closed the door and made his order royal and inevitable.

War heard the summons and sighing took his older weapon, a very powerful handgun that fired bolts of plasma, and went to Death's mansion. "Well hello lil darling." War had a Boston accent making his r's roll luxuriously. "How can I help you?"

Osiris was sitting in his den ruminating over the theft of his fruit. he knew exactly who had done it and was considering what he would demand as an apology. He did not dare push Death again who had nearly killed him over the mistake about a marriage between the ruler's daughter and Osiris who had been forced into the peace treaty to protect himself and his family from Death's immense power.

 

[Flamette]

...And as ordered by her father, she waited. Waited for sweet War to show up. Remaining fixed on her posh little window seat, looking out the huge bed window. That over look the courtyard, and manor gate. Wondering if he would really come? Not that he wouldn't, but he got easy side tracked.

A smile did come to her face. Once she had stopped him, pushing open the gate and sporting one of his ' toys' That Flamette very must wanted to see.(That was problem, she was very much a girl..But growing up around man and force to learn how to rule with fair and just fist..she tend to act like guy in some aspects..One being she loved War " toys")

she moved from her seat, dashed down the stairs. Lightly tripping, but War broke her fall. A huge flush came to her face. As she heard his voice between her, as she rolled off him. "..Ah..." Moving back to her feet and pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes then soften, when he spoke. Who needed a teddy bear, when you had War for your uncle.

Flame pouted her bottom lip. "...Why doesn't he understand..." As she closed close between them. Pressing her head against chest sighing. "..Daddy wants me to go and make nice..with..Osiris. And we both know, compared to him..He makes Pest look innocent." Oh yes, War ( as did famine) knew of Pest's failed and almost succeeded attempts to get Flame alone...

Flamette sorrow then broke into a giggle against his chest. Then pulled away, firmly(playful) slapping her hands against his chest. "WELL!...It's good thing am going with you and not Pest isn't it...We all know, he would bloody somehow, fuck up..If he was my escort...I HOPE THE WALLS DON'T HAVE EARS EITHER.." She called out, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes.

As of right now, he was thought to be home...A Day's away trip. Yet after spending 17 year's with that tricky, smooth bastard. You could never be to careful.


".OH, Right. Also..." Her eyes widen, as she remembered... "..Famine is here...He had nervous break down again. It was something about the trim or tiling...Or it had to with his home being flooded again.." She shrugged. "' Either way, he's mess. So that means in mere future..we will all be forced to help him move back in his little shato,..Lovely.." she sighed. "..But am sure you already got word, of all this? Just covering all my bases here. On the daily news, since you are here, after all?"

She folded her arms, and nodded. "..But, let's get back on subject. The sooner we get this done, the sooner..We can plot my escape for my 3 day punishment....heh"

 

[Greeneyed23]

War smirked but shook his head. "Yes I know yous tole some of Osiris's fruit. You have to go apologize." he guided her out the door towards Osiris' house. "And I am not helping you break out. Your father broke my favorite four toys last time. i am not dealing with that again. And we are to leave Famine alone. Your dad's orders. You really need to stop pushing him..."

War feared nothing and none...except Death. Death scared the holy hell out of him. War could not even beat him in single combat let alone in a power struggle. No one could.

Death was in his office going over the numbers. His realm was always growing and he had to carefully maintain the borders of his realm and the number of his subjects. In addition to the entities not of Heaven or Hell he received all souls until their path to either was chosen.

 

[Flamette]

" I push him?..." She look shocked, placing a hand to her chest. "oh please...I'm this daughter. I have to torment him it's a daughter's duty..." She flashed War her biggest caniney grin, her fingers laced together. Trying to look winning. She knew how he loved her wicked ways.

Her smile faded. Surprise, to see he was acting serious for once. "..Fine!..." She let her arms fall to her side. "...Lead the way..."
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[In Osiris' realm ]
"....I hate how they are staying at me..." She grabbed War's arm tight.

"...Hmm Virgin..." Hissed the voices of this odd looking very primitive demons. Starting to pull at her cloak and feet.

"hmm!" She narrowed her eyes, as she rolled her finger into her hand, then out. Shooting a fireball at them. (one of many spells of sorcery, she inherit from her late sorceress of a mother. Fire spells a specially. Hench her name. She had accidentally set fire to the mannor. A few weeks after her birth. Showing strong signs, even then. It seemed only proper to name her Flamette ' small flame ') As many coward as also burned and coiled up, busting into ash.

Then taking a cocky step, to War's side once again. Her smile didn't last long, once she stopped that twisted castle of his. "...I so hate, sometimes being what I'm. The respect I have uphold. Even to sleazy old man, like him...But we have to do it. If we don't who will?...Right."

 

[Greeneyed23]

War sighed watching her fight off the would be gropers with a sigh. "you know if you would just cast your shield spells they would not be able to do that to you." He walked along with her silently now kicking away the other would be harassers not wanting to deal with the fallout if she eliminated too many.

Osiris had gone out on his balcony, hidden in the shadows watching the pair come to speak to him. He waited silently still considering what he would ask for...or if he would even ask for anything. Death was purported to be in a very bad mood and would not be wise to anger even more.

Death sensed the burnings that his daughter was dishing out and he was not thrilled but he left it alone for now though it would be added to her punishment.

 

[Flamette]

Her body went tight, as did her voice. Oh, right. But how about you try being groped and see if you would think straight. She thought.

She had the most upsetting feeling, her father would be aware of such actions. Of how she has, and will be handling herself in this realm. Hopefully, he will take in consideration, her feelings and sudden reactions to this current situation.

"What a surprise. Lord War and Young Mistress Flamette...What an honor. " Greeted a voice, from one of Osiris' high consul. He was a older looking man, garbed in Egyptian priestly robe. Looking as if he was mummified, come to think of it..couple times, actually. "...What do we owe the pleasure..?" He finished, with flourish and bow.

Flamette was about to open her mouth, willing to give a truthful answer...
"..To te.." Instantly cut of by the Priest's hand, cupping her. " No. No. No..Let me guess, I do love a good guessing game" She narrowed and rolled her eyes to War. Her eyes spoke volumes to her uncle.

"...Oh, I made the little princess moody..." He pulled his hand away, tapping her cheek. She growled in respond. "...Of course I know the reason, of your arrival..I wouldn't be High Priest if I didn't..The moon and sun..." He started to being this ' Oh almighty rant..' Which around this time War and Flame, wanted nothing to do with that.

Nonchalantly walking past, the mummy like demon. Hearing his voice light fade away. Who just want on..."Oh the stars...It spoke to me..and said...And it said the princess bore to both worlds of Life and death would...Huh.." He spun around, to caught site of them, some distance ahead. "...Well that is rather rude.." He huffed. "...They didn't stay for the good part..."

She shook her head, followed by disbelief laughter. "...He thinks he can work all his mono jumbo on us. I have more mysticness coming of my ass, then he does...AND DON'T DARE YOU MAKE A FART JOKE..I know your thinking it.." She could distract the slights of smirk, and could almost hear his brain thinking..

 

[Greeneyed23]

War looked on innocently. "How dare you little niece. i would never make such a joke in the presence of a lady. Of course since there is no lady around..." he leered at her his red eyes dancing dangerously. Once they got to the door of the mansion he resumed his casual stance as the doors opened and he lead her into the den where Osiris waited.

Osiris looked up at them and nodded. "Lord War. Lady Flammette. Welcome to my home. Can I offer you anything?" he studied them giving away nothing his eyes glowing gold at them.

 

[Flamette]

"...No need to act so humble. When I know, it's just for show....My lord" She stated. "...I'm here to make amends, for my breech of the peace thready...But I still think...Somehow, you manged to arranged this breech..." She folded her arms, eying down the the green-skinned man, whom too was partially mummified. Who even when sited, still towered over the young princess. Looking far more intimidating, then she last remembered.

She tried to mask, what little fear and doubts she did had. She knew that only fueled him. Forcing him to try harder to break her, and or others who felt his unsettling aura.

...But before she took another step, she found herself glued in place. From her boot, and just a bit past her ankle was now stone. She found self fixed in titles of his throne room. This was truly was a test, of who could last longer. She made her fear of her uncle. Now fixed to the ground, how could she aid him...from this Lord's Parlor ticks.."...Your Parlor tricks, are just that...They do not scare me.."

 

[Greeneyed23]

Osiris sighed licking his lips. "I had nothing to do with you stealing my tapala Lady Flamette. I just want you to pay me the ten souls or hundred diamonds it cost me to grow the fruit. You do that and you may go with no trouble. And my parlor tricks? Are for my protection and I will not release them. Not with you two here."

War watched his niece thoughtfully having only come a step into the room watching Osiris and Flamette speak. he did and said nothing for once keeping his own counsel studying them both. He was worried as his niece quite often lost control of her temper.

Back at her house Death was going over some issues with his employees and discussing what it was that was going on with his realm. He was not happy and he would not stop looking until he was happy.

 

[Flamette]

"...Oh come on! It just one piece of fruit.." She growled, twisting and turning, against he stoney binds. This was one of those time, she wish pestilence was near. He always had her back, normally. "..And so you know? It wasn't all that...You could have been better.." She shrewdly remarked. "...Also...that price seems a tad steep..Or are you black mailing me..Knowing am good for it?"

 

[Greeneyed23]

'That price is low as you well know. Thy are supposed to be bitter and only for my priests. I don't have many. i need my price Lady Flamette." War nudged her. "Just pay kiddo. Your dad is too pissed to deal with this. Just pay him. you can spare the souls and or the diamonds...your dd is having issues. do it quick."

 

[Flamette]

She whispered to War. "...I will, but I still don't see why my father and He are flying off the handles, I've partaken in this fruit, always. You know how I enjoy them. WHY No must they must be forbidden..Hmm" She sighed. "...Fine..War pay the man...You did self proclaim yourself, the one in-change of money...As we took this ' quest'.." she quoted with her fingers.

 

[Greeneyed23]

War sighed. "You fight too much Flamette." he stepped forward and payed Osiris who nodded. "Very well. The payment ifs fair./ you may go. Stop eating my fruit Flamette. Its dangerous for you." he was telling the truth and as he waved a hand wiping away the magic that held them back. "Please leave my home. I do not want to deal with either of you ever again."

 

[Flamette]

[...Much time later....]

It was 7 in the morning..To be precise. Finding it to FUCKEN BRIGHT!
'To bright'... Flame hid in the shadows of the veranda, sipping her coffee. It wasn't as if she hated the sun, but being a night owl, with bad hours..It made her highly sensitive to sunlight, headache prone.

She could only hope, that with this brightness and sudden hot front, that it would create a enough of a storm front later this afternoon? .'Hmm one can hope...A nice thundering storming, storm font..' She finished with a faint smile, nodding to herself.

She then started to pondered, if she should go and visit Pestilence. On so many reasons..

One) He found always found ways to regulate his rainforest like domain's environment.
Maybe I could free load there, for a couple hours. awaiting this heat wave to pass

Two) It had been him awhile, since she last saw him..Maybe she was a bit worried?...And also he strangely had been pretty good, not coming and stalking her..

BUT! Come to think of it, that did worry her now. He must have something up his sleeves.


And reason 3)..Still unaware of this reason, herself. She wanted to be his. Mind, body, soul...His ' Little Match' And even to this day, he still would still address her as such...Only now when addressed by that, it left her in shivers, with her panties wet. She must have know, on some level.t..


As she thought on what to do, she suddenly could feel the hairs standing on back of her neck. She felt on display....

She cleared her throat. "....I certainly do hope there isn't certain horseman, who enjoys stalking his niece, is standing..No Correction..Looming over me?...I only say this.."

She reached for a fork. Starting to turn around as best she could, on her porch chair, reaching out with said fork, to the unknown entity, she was must confidence was there.."...As I got a fork, and I am not afraid to use it.."

 

[Greeneyed23]

Pestilence slipped out of the darkness and smiled. "Ahh little flame. Must you really threaten me so? Have we slipped so far apart?" He sauntered up the steps of the porch toward her smiling his eyes bright.


Death and War were in Death's den speaking about the incident. War was less than thrilled about what was going on but though he was quiet Death was clearly angry though only those closest to him would be able to tell. He was glaring at the fire in the fireplace and was unknowingly turning the flames black anytime they reached a certain point. The heat of the black flames was so intense that they almost instantly burned themselves out leaving no trace of their presence.

Famine still lay in his special room bound in his coma and his physical barriers. Still his power was gnawing at the shields about him seeking escape.

 

[Flamette]

She took huge sip, from her ice coffee. "Must I?...Hmm Don't know..." She eyed him. "..Last I let my guard down, you made off with my...." She started to mumbled. Turning her head away from him. Shielding her flushing face with one hand. She cleared her throat. "Why is it?..The mere moment, I think you're being good.." good, being quoted with her fingers. "You show up, with that ever so transparent grin...Please don't tell me. You planted some kind of mood sensing like homing devise on me, when I wasn't looking...You did all, but that..." Attempting thought..but no. He didn't need such things. It was so clear, how she felt. Yet still his 'little match' want on, lying to herself.

"...If isn't was so hot today..." She started to fan herself, pulling back her bangs. "...I would turn theses..." Pointed to a several knifes before her. " into throwing daggers, pin you to this porch,,Then start to frisk you, for your spy tools, and other little items. She said nodding herself. "..Be greatful, that it is so hot..." Then realized what she just said. She widen her eyes. "..AH!..Didn't mean it like that..." Scared to turn to face him. Knowing that perv, MUST HAVE BEEN SMIRKING! "..DON'T...You dare..say..what am sure you are thinking..!" She placed her finger out, eyes closed. The only way she could face him, at this point in time.

Dammit!!!! He makes me slip up, his very present, WHY! Flame thought. As she moved back, staring her reflection in the small desert tray.

 

[Greeneyed23]

Pestilence studied her with a wicked little smirk his eyes bright. He was not frightened of her little threats. "I doubt you would do such a thing my dear." he moved closer ignoring her eyes and the danger she posed.

Inside death felt his approach but did and said nothing. War also noted the arrival and did nothing though he prepared for the ultimate reaction. Famine moaned in his dreams and a small village in Arizona suddenly lost all water supply and their food spoiled overnight.

The four horsemen were always the most dangerous when together.

 

[Flamette]

"I still can thwarted, in you other ways." She confirmed, resting her hands on her small glass table. Watching him getting closer, tapping her fingertips with nervous energy. Only to sighed. "But..Either way, I can not do anything to you. " She nodded.

"Just on law of averages, even if I wanted to. I can admit, that much..." She hated to admit that. "You are far skilled then I, and oh yes. You surely do have, such age on your side...oh so much age.." She give him, her

own wicked smirk back. To hit a nerve? If women hated it...? She doubt it would work.

Oh and,Not that Pest didn't pull it off well. Almost being as old as time itself.
Oh fucken gods, yes! he pulls it off, so well. Now come and pull off something else. Hmm...Like this thin piece of fabric that rest within the middle of my legs.
Is what the young princess really thought, about this man. BUT! She could never tell him that!

Thank whatever powers at work, he couldn't read her mind. Maybe her father can, but that's a over done cliche. OF COURSE! All fathers/mothers could read their children's minds. She's fine with that. But she had yet to find someone who could on literal terms.

Her life would be over. Oh however her shame would be great. If any ever knew what she did, AND! Thought about at night. Or more, WHOM! She thought about, at night.

She covered her face. Starting to mumble through her hands. Trying to come back to reality. "...Just so you know. If your here for another panty raid..I know it was you. Or to collect some pieces of my person or others random things, for some odd Voodoo thing..You will come up empty. I do have a protection spell, upon my chambers and my person. I can active it when ever I want...I can only trust you for so long..."

She pulled her hands, away from her face. Eying him. dragging her hands to rest upon her cheeks, and elbows to the table. "..Till you return, with certain thoughts on your mind. As I watch you destroy all the the headway you have made...Like now.

"...Maybe I don't mind the stalking..." She kind of laughed. "..It is well...A little flattering...Not! Like I have not told you already. " She jerked her hands quickly into her lap, playing with her fingers. "...But......" She trailed off