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Conquered Rewards (DareToDream & Vivid Fizz)

The feel of the half elf’s moisture flooding over his shaft stole the rest of his willpower and a loud moan escaped his lips. With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, shuddering as his climax squeezed him like a vice. “Unhh…..” he managed to utter before being lost to the explosive sensations cascading through his body like a crude fireworks display. Tremor after tremor wracked his body as he came, his juices flowing into her.

Panting wildly, he slowed his thrusts, finally coming to a complete stop, his manhood still buried inside her. He gazed down at her and saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes and his heart bled for her. He knew they weren’t tears of pleasure, despite all that had just happened. No, he knew they were tears of pain, pain he had caused and had hoped might be able to wash away in waves of pleasure.

Holding himself up with one arm, he reached out and cupped her chin, drawing her eyes to his. “Hear me, bard” he whispered to her. “Do not think yourself weak for what we just shared. You are the strongest woman I have ever met for you made me a changed man today. A changed man.” He leaned down and kissed her then, savoring the touch of their lips before rolling off of her and pulling her against him in a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her, offering comfort.
 
She could feel his hot seed pump into her. It left her with an odd sense of completion, even as the sense of lost and repulsion spread through her. Her eyes sparkled with her tears. They began to fall down her cheeks. She did not want to look at him. Gilloleth wanted to start to beat against him, slap him, and scream for help. Though she was sure that no one would come if she yelled her head off.

And then he kissed her. It was such a tender kiss and she melted into it. Her arms wrapped around him. He was so warm and inviting. This body he had made her feel so safe, despite what he had ordered. The bard looked up at him, biting her lip.

“Have I really changed you?” she asked in a whisper. “How can men change in such a sort period of time? I don’t understand. I’m so confused. I should hate you for what you did.”
 
When he felt her wrap her arms around him, and return his kiss, Thomas knew there was hope. Hope that she might not hate him, hope that perhaps there might be a future together, and hope that a better world lay before them. Hope was a very powerful thing and it made his heart swell and beat rapidly, thudding in his chest like a fast paced war drum. Only this thudding wasn’t because of war, but because of peace. Peace between the two of them perhaps and peace between countries long at war.

He studied her, searching her eyes for answers that weren’t there and drawing in a breath when he saw how she was biting her lip. It was such a tiny gesture yet it stirred emotions in him so deep and primal that he had to stifle a moan that threatened to escape. He began to gently stroke her cheek to distract himself and smiled at her. “All my life, I have been a hard man, raised to fight and kill and that has always been good enough for me. Until I met you. Your presence, your beauty, your spirit and strength of will, all of these things overwhelm me in a wonderful way and for once in my life, I want to create beauty instead of destruction. I want to serve and protect, rebuild and grow, and I want to do it with you at my side.” He tried to find better words to describe what her mere presence did to him but was not normally a man of many words and they failed him. Instead, he simply gazed at her fondly, then bent down and kissed her again.
 
Gilloleth’s heart melted. At the base of it all she was a romantic. One did not get into the business of singing, dancing, and telling tales without being so. The idea of this great man being brought down by the essence of love and purity was something that spoke to her very deeply. A song could be written about such events! She could feel tears continue to trickle down her face but they had changed. They were no longer tears of sorrow but tears of hope.

From this death came the beauty of rebirth. She kissed him back. Together they would rebuild the lands ravished by war and misery. It may have been a ploy to get her to trust him but at that moment it did not matter. What mattered was the warmth of his lips and the special words that had come from them.

“I will help you,” she whispered into his ear before biting gently down on it. “I will be with you and rebuild the country with you.”
 
Thomas had never uttered such words before and they felt foreign to him. Yet he meant them all the same. This woman, this alluring half elf bard, had stolen his heart with a mere glimpse of her beauty and strength. Never had he been so conquered before now but conquered he was. By love, not war. He saw her tears continuing and knew that his words had failed, that he had failed. Until her words shattered the calm in his heart, sending it racing like a stallion out of control. Even her gentle bite on his lobe failed to draw his attention away from her words, words that were powerful enough to almost bring him to tears too.

He pulled back a little, his ear sliding from between her teeth and stared down at her, studying her face carefully, trying to see if she was sincere. What he saw in her eyes and her expression convinced him and his heart soared to the heavens and back. He slowly wiped her tears from her cheeks, caressing her skin with his fingers. “With those words, I bind myself to you” he whispered softly. “I will announce you as my Royal Consort at the celebration feast tomorrow and when you are ready, we will hold a Binding Ceremony. Then together we shall begin rebuilding the kingdoms.” He leaned down then and kissed her yet again, his tongue tracing lightly over her lips.
 
His words made her flush. To be hand fasted to him would mean that she would become more than a consort. In time she would be a queen. The thought made her lightheaded. A commoner could never hope to ascend to such a title. Her heart beat rapidly. She opened her mouth to eagerly accept him and massage her own tongue against his.

Even though she was sore from their first bought of lovemaking, she wanted more at that moment. Her legs opened widely and she pulled her mouth away from his, biting down on his bottom lip and tugging it. “Lets celebrate the entire night through,” she whispered softly.

The bard kissed him again, pushing her tongue roughly in his mouth. Gilloleth wanted him to claim her over and over and over again. He needed to use her body so fully that she passed out from the intensity of it. The beautiful woman seemed to be quite the minx.
 
Thomas moaned as his beautiful bard opened to him, her tongue tangling with his. When she pulled her mouth away and bit his bottom lip, her words registered, his blood shooting straight to his shaft and he felt himself stir. Their lips crashed together in another rough kiss, lust driving their actions now.

He slanted his mouth, deepening their kiss, then broke it and growled. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her belly, then pulled up butt up so her knees were bent, her upper body leaning down on the bed. He moved in behind her immediately and ran his hands through her damn folds, growling at how wet she was. “Mine” he growled as he placed the head of his manhood at her opening.

He bent down then, trailing kisses up her spine and back down. “Mine” he growled a second time. Gripping her hips tightly, he thrust inside her hard, his shaft spearing into her, plunging deep. A moan left his lips when he felt her tightness surround him and he slowly began to move inside her, pulling out and thrusting back in, each stroke rocking her against the bed.
 
From that position he felt bigger still and when he pushed inside her harshly, she let out a whimper that was a mix between pleasure and pain. All the pain washed away as he continued his hard thrusts. She began to gasp desperately. She pushed her ass up higher, arms resting over the edge of the mattress. Her eyes closed and she was almost drooling from the pleasure. Gilloleth could barely stand it! It felt as if that bundle of nerves inside of her had a constant harsh pressure, being rubbed almost raw.

“Yes, milord,” she moaned out loudly. Likely any guard down the hall would be able to hear her. “All yours.”

Her body was already shaking from her desire and already her arousal was flowing from her like a waterfall. The half elf seemed built for sin, with her curvy yet fit body and how responsive she was to pleasure.
 
Thomas heard her whimper but never slowed in his thrusts, intent on bring pleasure to both of them as quickly and as powerfully as he could. There would be time for tender lovemaking that night but this, right here, right now, was about need and possession. Her gasps were coming regularly now, pushed out with each hard thrust of his shaft and when she raised her ass higher, he moaned and began to twist his hips a little with each thrust.

Her loudly moaned words tore another growl from his throat, so powerful they drove his heart to pounding and his nerves to flame. He cared not who heard them for this woman was his, his for tonight and his forever. Never had another stolen his heart as quickly or thoroughly as the half elf had done and never had he felt so good.

His hand slid down her back, fingers spread, massaging her skin with each movement, finally reaching her hair. Fingers tangling in her silky hair, gripping and holding her tight, he continued to drive his hard shaft into her tightness, gliding easily in and out, her juices coating him with each thrust.
 
Her eyes widened when his fingers went through her hair and grabbed on to it. At first her body tensed, not sure what to do. An excitement bolted through her body and she let out a loud moan. Everything relaxed again. This was too good. Each thrust caused her heavy breasts to bounce and circle. She could feel herself build up quickly. Another orgasm was going to take her!

A blush of shame crossed her cheeks. She was going to burst again so soon?! That hardly seemed fair for either him or her. This needed to last longer. It was this that she had been missing all of her life. This had made her feel so wonderful. So amazingly perfect.

“I-I don’t know how much longer I can last,” she managed to spit out.
 
Thomas heard her words and moaned, concentrating on his thrusts, trying hard to hold on as long as possible. He knew it was a lost cause though as the slap of his hips against her butt was driving him insane. He suddenly let go of her hair and bent down over her back, his tongue licking down her spine until it reached her shoulder. He nipped it softly before licking her ear and whispering to her.

“You drive me wild” he murmured, nipping her lobe lightly. “So good, so soft. You drive me over the edge.” With those words, he began thrusting harder and faster into her, completely turning loose the lust that poured through his veins. Thrust after thrust drove him into her body, claiming her again and again until finally, he buried himself to the hilt and let loose a growl of pleasure as his climax washed over him. He bucked and bucked against her, his hot seed pouring forth, pushing him the edge of consciousness and then over it. He collapse against her, bringing both of them tumbling down on the bed, his arm wrapped around her hips. “Sweet heaven” he said as he gasped for air, holding her tight.
 
The licking almost did it. To feel that sudden moisture on her hot skin was shocking and tantalizing and completely sinful. A violent shiver went through her entire body and her moans turned to strait up screams of passion. Over and over he speared into her, causing her more pleasure. It was so good! Faster and harder he moved, making her breasts jiggle harder.

As soon as she felt the explosion of his hot seed inside of her, she could not hold back any longer. She let out a near silent plead as her body convulsed beneath him. Another gush came from her, splattering him a little bit again. She gasped and groaned as she came down from her pleasure high.

“That was wonderful,” she whimpered. “My body feel so good. You’re so good at this, milord.”
 
Thomas laid there, the half elf cradled against him, hip to hip, his manhood still inside her. He was panting hard, his breath coming in small little gasps as he struggled to suck air into his lungs after their vigorous intimacy. He gently placed a kiss on her shoulder then nibbled at her skin before running his tongue along her collarbone. He wasn’t trying to seduce her again, he knew his body needed a rest, but he couldn’t get enough of this delicious little bard.

Her climax had been glorious, her tight little body shaking underneath his as she came seconds after he did. He smiled, remembering that moment in his mind. His little bard loved sexual intimacy after all. Loved and craved it, just like he did. He moved his hips a little, his now limp slipping out of her, and kissed her shoulder again. His hand was lightly stroking across her belly, finger tips caressing her skin.

“Mmmm, yes it was, my love” he whispered, his tongue licking her ear gently after he spoke. “It’s not me, my sweet bard, it’s you. You bring out my inner pleasure beast” he said grinning. “I crave your touch and your love.” He kissed her back between her shoulder blades, his fingers gliding up to tease the underside of her breasts. His thoughts drifted to the ceremony tomorrow, where he would announce his love for this woman to all that he ruled over and he smiled. It was indeed a glorious time for the kingdoms. He continued his light strokes, placing gentle kisses all along her shoulders and neck.
 
Gilloleth gave a satisfied sigh. His lips caressed her skin gently and made her feel so beautiful. Her black hair had tumbled out of its elaborate hairstyle, coming down in thick and long waves. When down, it had a slightly blue tint to it, being so black that it shone that lovely color. This had been the best night of her life. Even with the death of her friends, she could not help but feel amazing. Her comrades would want her to feel alive and well and turn around the actions of the warlord. They believed in peace, beauty, truth, and love just as much she did. They would adore the fact that she was able to turn this man’s heart and the fact that together they would rebuild what was destroyed.

A small yawn came from her. Suddenly she felt very drained. The urge for sleep was taking over but she did not want it to. All she wanted was spend the night making love until dawn peaked its head over the horizon. This was her first time at this and her body was not used to this.

“Darling,” she whispered and she stretched beneath him. “I want to continue being thoroughly ravished by you but I don’t know how long I can last.”
 
Thomas felt the sigh slide through her body and smiled against her skin, his lips kissing it gently. He knew that sigh for what it was – happiness and pleasure and naughtiness all wrapped up into one tight little bundle. His fingers continued to stroke her softly as he cuddled against her, simply enjoying the feel of every square inch of her soft, supple body. When her yawn slid from her luscious lips, he grinned in mischief and his heart raced to a fast drum beat with the knowledge that he had worn the little half elf out with their passions.

Feeling her body stretch beneath his, her soft skin rubbing deliciously against his, her pert breasts scraping across his chest was almost too much for him to handle. He listened to her words while placing little kisses and nips all along her skin, teasing her and tasting her again and again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, even after their two intimate encounters, and he lightly ran his tongue over one of her peaked nipples before lifting his head and grinning at her like a school boy with a prize.

“Mmm, that thought is very, very enticing milady but I don’t want to wear you out on our first night” he murmured before dipping his head and gently sucking a nipple between his lips and nipping it with his teeth. His hand was gently stroking her belly, running down to her navel and then up to her breasts, his fingers caressing her skin softly. Though he wanted this woman as many times as he could have her he also knew they had a long day ahead of them tomorrow. “Perhaps it would be best if we waited until tomorrow to make love again.” His fingers dipped down lower on her belly, lightly teasing her pubic hair before sliding back up. The decision to continue would have to be hers but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
 
Yes he was making it hard. The beautiful bard groaned and writhed beneath him. A whimper came from her. It was pathetic and desperate. How could he be this cruel? He had to know how it made her want and crave. Her back arched and she opened her legs wider.

“Milord,” she whimpered. “You are going to make it impossible for me to choose.”

Her body was betraying her actual needs. Sleep was overtaking her yet the pleasure was overriding that need. She did not know what to do. Gillolth bit her lip and tried to roll away from the teasing. Yet that ended up causing her more friction. A sharp gasp came from her.

“Maybe just once more,” she finally relented. “You’re an animal, love.”
 
Thomas continued to lightly stroke the half elf, letting his fingers caress her skin. Although she had given her consent for one more erotic dance between the two of them, he knew she had tried to roll away because she was truly exhausted and needed to rest. The truth be told, it had been a long day for both of them and he was rather tired too.

He leaned up on his elbows, looking down at her, his expression semi-serious as his gaze devoured her body slowly before staring into her eyes. “You make my blood sing, my love, but I fear I am bluffing. You have worn this warlord out and I too am tired.” He slowly moved so he lay down next to her, slinging an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “Let us rest now and awake refreshed. I promise to ravage you with the dawn of the new day.” He gently kissed the back of her neck then reached down and pulled the blankets up over them.
 
Gilloleth let out a cry. He had worked her up again just to drop her off. And men said that SHE was a tease! This was horrible. The beautiful woman nuzzled against him, trying to get him to finish what he started. Though the bard knew that it was not going to happen. A tired warlord was not something to mess with. The raven-haired beauty sighed and snuggled closer to him.

With a lot of work she managed to fall asleep. Her dreams were filled with hot and sticky images and when she woke, there was a wetness between her legs and an urgency that she was not used to. Even though she was sore; very sore, she wanted to continue what he promised form last night.

An inexperienced mouth bit down gently on the skin of his neck.

“My lord,” she said in a purr. “Please awaken. You promised that you would take away this need upon waking. I need it.”
 
Thomas was almost tempted to take the pretty bard one more time that night but in the end, exhaustion won out and he feel into a deep sleep with his arm around her and her lithe body snuggled against him. One would think his dreams had been filled with victorious battles but they weren’t, oh, not at all. No, the warlord dreamed of his bard all night long, dreamed of all the different ways and places they would share their passion for each other.

When she woke him with her urgent words and playful nip to his neck, he stretched and opened his eyes, grinning at her. “Good morning my little minx” he said, a hand slowly reaching out and trailing fingers across her bare skin. He watched her carefully, his eyes slowly devouring her lithe body inch by inch. “Yes, I did indeed make that promise, didn’t I?” His hands slowly slid around to her belly and moved upward, gently cupping her pert breasts, his rough palms scraping across her nipples.

He slowly massaged her breasts, his palms and fingers teasing her skin lightly for a few more moments before sliding back around to her back. He trailed them down her spine, tracing it lightly, moving down to her butt and spreading his fingers out to caress her cheeks. He gripped them , rubbing her against his hardened shaft, letting her feel what was waiting for her. “And I always keep my promises” he said, suddenly moving his hands to her back and pulling her down to his chest, then rolling them. His heated body pressed against hers as he captured her lips in a ravishing kiss, his tongue seeking hers.
 
It was hard to keep her mind from completely hazing over with pleasure as he worked her over. His touches were soft and gentle and made her body quiver in delight. It was clear to her that he had experience in this area. A warlord probably had many, many women. That was the nature of such a man. To conquer meant to conquer everything. To probably dominate a people, every aspect of that people must be under control. ‘Twas a bitter truth and it left a sour taste in the beautiful bard’s mouth.

Yet she could not think about that. At least not completely. She opened her legs wider for him, beckoning him to push himself inside of that slightly swollen hole.

“Hopefully,” she murmured, “hopefully I stay within your favor. I do not wish to share the future king with any other woman. I want to be the only jewel in your crown.”

Of course it was a great deal to ask. Most kings took on more than one consort and had an array of concubines. Likewise, it would not shock her if nobles trying to get into the new king’s good graces offered up their daughter’s to please him.

“Though I am sure you will be swimming in women and girls past their first flux.”
 
Thomas plundered his beautiful bard’s mouth, his tongue stroking against hers, caressing each other while they danced the dance of love and lust. Her taste was intoxicating and the feel of her supple body beneath his almost enough to cause him to release his seed before he was even inside of her. When she opened his legs to him, his hard shaft brushing up against her opening, he held back and broke their kiss. His lips descended on her neck, biting it softly, her skin pulled gently by his teeth as they worked their way down to her collarbone. He rubbed his shaft against her some more, sliding through her folds but not penetrating, letting her wetness coat him thoroughly as his lips next nipped her shoulder, then moved down to her breast. His tongue stroked out and slid over her nipple, caressing it delicately then flicking at it rapidly before giving way to his descending lips, which sucked her taut hub hard between them. He nibbled and sucked on it, giving it his entire attention, his hips thrusting lightly against hers so that his hard shaft brushed through her folds and rubbed her tender bundle of nerves. Soon he moved to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, his teeth nipping and pulling at her breast and nipple. The constant friction of his shaft against her mound was driving him wild but he wanted this to be a moment she would remember.

It was her words that pulled his attentions from her breast, her words that drove into him like a molten spear jabbed into his heart. Other women? Concubines? Was this bard mad? Did she not think she was woman enough for him? Oh, how mistaken she was, oh very mistaken. Thomas did not want another woman besides his lovely bard and the very thought turned his stomach. Staring down at her, he bent down and nipped her chin, then kissed her passionately again. Finally pulling away, he grinned. “I have no desire for any woman other than you, my lovely bard. You and you alone hold the key to my heart. That I promise you.” He kissed her again roughly, then moved to her ear. “Mine. All mine” he growled as he nipped her then drove his shaft into her waiting mound in one thrust, claiming her again.
 
Gilloleth was pleased with his answer. The bard was not really a jealous person. However, if she was going to be a Queen she did not want any other woman sampling her husband. No matter how powerful a man the warlord was, in this sense they were equal. An airy giggle escaped her lips as he claimed her once more. Her full breasts gave a nice bounce as he plowed inside of her.

“Yes,” she whispered in a purr. Normally her voice was smooth but this was like the gentle stroke of a lover. “All yours. Your woman, your bard, your everything…”

How seductive this innocent young woman could be. Only one night of passion and she was purring like a kitten with cream. She twisted so her lips brushed against his, but only brushed. Even now she wanted to be the tease. To drive him completely insane.

That was interrupted however with a knock at the door. The beautiful woman gasped and began to pull sheets over her body. A bright red stain had crossed her cheeks. She wondered if the person on the other side of the door had heard the pair’s words of love and lust.

“What is going on?” she asked.

From the other side a deep voice rang out. “My lord,” it said. It was his advisor but Gilloleth did not know that. “My lord, it is time for you to awaken. We have pressing matters at hand.”
 
Gilloleth’s giggle was addictive, plain and simple. That it came at the moment when he took her, his hard shaft driving inside her moist folds, only made it that much more alluring. He wanted to hear her giggle more, to know that she was happy and joyful. His heart soared with her whispered words, his manhood swelling inside her. The slight brush of her lips against his brought forth a moan from deep within his body and the feel of her full breasts rubbing his chest was maddening. He had shifted his weight, prepared to make love to her, needing it more than he needed to sleep and eat, when the knock sounded at the door.

His head whipped around, staring at the wood barrier in disbelief, anger flaring through his body at the interruption to their personal time. He heard Gilloleth’s gasp and felt her pull the sheet between them, covering her upper body and he groaned. “I don’t know” he answered her. With a muted curse, he shifted his hips and slid his hard shaft out of her moist sex, moving to the side of her. He used the rest of the sheet to cover her fully, his fingers lingering on her body from outside the cloth, then stood and grabbed his pants and shirt. He was shimming into, his shaft losing its hardness rapidly, when the voice called out.

He heard the words and let loose a deep growl, striding to the door as soon as he was dressed. With a roar, he threw open the door, facing his advisor. “What is the meaning of this?” he bellowed, his anger at the interruption being loosed on this man. “I gave strict orders to not be interrupted last night and I meant that!”

The man’s eyes widened and he took a step back, then another, putting distance between himself and the anger pouring off his warlord. Normally he kept his eyes downcast when in his presence but movement beyond the door caught his eye and he looked over his shoulder, seeing a beautiful woman in the bed, a sheet wrapped around her. Already wide eyes grew wider as he realized he was looking upon the woman that the warlord had declared as his consort. That thought bloomed into another one, the realization that he had interrupted them in a private matter. His eyes focused on the warlord’s then, but the look he gave him wasn’t apologetic. “My lord, please forgive my interruption, but last night, before you retired to your rooms, you left strict instructions to convene the generals at first light, to begin preparations for marching south, towards Tulon. They are waiting for you now.”

Thomas’s eyes narrowed on his advisor, well aware that his tone negated the apology he made. His words brought back memories of last night and he realized he was right. Tulon was the country to the south, a former ally of this one, and Thomas had planned on attacking them, to ensure they wouldn’t rise up against him later. He glanced back over his shoulder, at Gilloleth, and gave her a brilliant smile, then turned back to his advisor. “I have changed my mind, Brogan. There will be no more war. Today begins an age of peace and rebuilding. Go, tell the Generals to abandon thoughts of further war, and to begin thinking about how we will rebuild these two fine countries again.” He paused, looking back at Gilloleth again briefly, then back at Brogan. “And finalize preparations for today’s grand ceremony. I will announce my plans for peace and introduce the city to my bride-to-be. Now go, deliver my messages, and leave me in peace.” He turned and re-entered the room, closing the door.

Brogan stood there, staring at the wood for minutes, disbelief on his face and in his mind. No more war? Bride-to-be? Had the warlord gone mad? He shook his head and rushed off to tell the Generals, very sure that this news would not be received pleasantly.
 
The beautiful bard listened to what was going on. Her large violet eyes were locked on the pair in avid interest. War? That frightened her so much. Though she was sure that Thomas would not continue with that plan. It was made before the two had spent that amazing night together. Surely he would not forget what they had made with one another.

A smile crossed her full lips. Like she expected, he did not. He had told his advisor exactly what she had hoped he would. The warlord was now to be a King and she was to be by his side. Together they would rebuild this country and his. Not only would there be peace but prosperity and charity and this kingdom would be great.

When he shut the door, she was already up and looking for her clothes. Something happened to them. Though they were the clothes of a performer. That was going to need to change. No one was going to take her seriously if she paraded around as a dancer. Thomas would though. She gave a laugh.

“Should we attend that meeting?” she asked as she searched. “It would probably be better if you told them yourself.”

Not to mention, Gilloleth wanted to show off a little as well. Who could blame her? From a street performer to Queen was a notable jump.
 
Thomas watched Gilloleth scurrying about in search of her clothes and smiled, admiring her lithe supple form in all its glorious nudity. He saw her clothes peeking out from under the bed, having clearly fallen there during their passion the previous night, and smiled. Bending down, he scooped them up and held them out. “I believe you’re looking for these” he said, grinning. As she took them from his hand, he began to pace, considering her words. She was right, this news should come from him directly, not his advisor, particularly since he knew how it would probably be received. His men had been at war for decades and the idea of peace would not sit well. He also worried about bring Gilloleth into the room with his men; he wanted to keep her safe and away from the tension that would arise. She was going to be his mate though, and Queen to the two countries, so she’d need to be exposed to this at some point. Might as well be now.

The decision made, he turned and saw that she had finished dressing and was waiting for him. He approached her and took her face in his hands, leaning in and kissing her. Pulling back, he smiled. “Yes, milady, we should attend this meeting together and talk to my generals. Come, let us go.” He took her hand then and led her out of the room, walking through the citadel side by side, hands never separating. Gilloleth was still wearing her performer clothes, a fact that made him smile, but they’d rectify that as soon as they could. She’d need a new wardrobe more befitting of a Queen. As they passed through the halls, they drew curtsies and salutes from the men and women of his army and staff but he also noticed the stares and whispered comments in their wake. This worried him but he knew it was normal – after all, Gilloleth was the first woman he’d paraded around before – in time, they would come to accept her.

They entered a dark hall and saw the guards posted. They saluted the immediately and stepped aside. As they headed towards the door at the end, Thomas could hear the raised voices shouting from behind the doors. He glanced at Gilloleth, tightening his hold on her hand, and smiled. Reaching the door, he paused just as a voice yelled out. “Has he lost his mind Brogan?” Kincaid grinned, recognizing the voice of his top General, an old battle horse who served under his father long before Kincaid took over the army. Throwing open the door, Kincaid strode in, Gilloleth at his side. “No, Harac, I haven’t. Now sit down and listen to my words.” He released her hand then, leaning on the table, his eyes boring in Harac’s, daring him to defy his order.
 
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