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Conquered Rewards (DareToDream & Vivid Fizz)

The half elven bard gave a weak smile. Being with him was a dangerous, dangerous dance it seemed. Yet she was sure that he was the one for her. How quickly he had changed upon making love to her. Such a drastic change that the pair both underwent in that moment. Their hearts connected radiantly. Couldn’t his men see how happy the two were together or was it that they simply did not care? Neither of those options seemed very good to the raven haired beauty.

“I will make them see,” she decided. The heat from the water filled the room, making the area slightly hazy. “They will have to see. Truly they will have to come to understand out love.” She lifted her arms so that the dress easily lifted from her body, revealing that pearly white skin beneath.

“I never bathed with anyone,” she added as she stepped into the hot water. It felt wonderful against her sore body. A sigh came from her lips and she sunk into the liquid heat. “I think I could get used to this. I have never had such a hot bath. It is pretty nice.”

Her worries faded with her soreness. A soft humming came from her lips. She had a lovely voice, as was expected from a bard.
 
Her dress lifted off easily once she raised her arms and her magnificent body was again revealed to his eyes. He hungrily took her supple form in, letting his eyes roam over her body, before stepping back and letting her enter the tub. He took a deep breath, suddenly thinking that bathing together might not be such a good thing if they hoped to make the meeting on time. “Bathing together can be fun” he said, his voice a little husky “but I think it might be best if we bathe separately this one time.” His heart was racing at the thought of being in the tub with her, getting a little naughty in the water, and he knew he needed to stay clothed.

Moving behind her, he filled a can with hot water and began to wet her hair. When he had it good and soaked, he put soap on his hands and let it suds up, then began to wash her inky black hair, letting his fingers comb through her tangles, cleaning it thoroughly. He listened to her soft humming as he worked and tried hard not to watch the rise and fall of her breasts in the water. “We will make them see my love” he murmured. “It will just take time and we’ll have to remain vigilant. And, occasionally, we might have to send a very clear message to them.” The thought of just what sort of message they could send and when and where had him lost in lustful thoughts for a bit.

When her hair was fully washing, he slowly rinsed it out, letting his fingers play through it again. Gilloleth was truly beautiful and seeing her in the tub, in all her glorious nudity, was playing havoc with his self control. He finally moved the chair he’d been sitting in back a little bit and took a deep breath. “I will let you wash the rest of yourself my bard” he murmured “but I’ll keep you company while you do.”
 
“That feels so good,” she mewed.

Elven hair was sensitive and when he started to wash and run his fingers through it, a shuddering sigh escaped from Gilloleth and she practically melted into the water. Her bright violet eyes shut and she simply enjoyed the tenderness of this warlord’s actions. Whenever he hit a knot, she winced, but she was soon lulled back into her sense of loving bliss. In this state she hardly realized that Thomas was becoming aroused again. Though, when he stopped, she could see his torment as he sat down.

Instead of feeling bad or guilty that she had drove him to fits of unreachable want, she felt oddly empowered. A smile crossed her full lip as she sat upright in the bath tub and reached for the nearest sponge, which she rung out on her ample chest. Suds and water slowly moved over still hard pink nipples and down the valley of her full breasts. She ran the sponge over her arms and down her stomach, making sure to take her bottom lip between her teeth as she ran it between her legs. This was the first time that she had tried to be a temptress and she had wondered if she was doing it well.
 
He watched her sit upright in the tub, her full breasts slowly emerging from the water, nipples hard and wanting. His eyes closed as he swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sensations the sight of her nude body was causing him. When she grabbed the sponge and began to scrub down her chest, his eyes locked onto the suds as they slid down her delicious skin, passing between her two perfect mounds. A shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched her draw the sponge lower, moving down her belly slowly. He could feel himself fully harden almost immediately.

If he stayed here any longer, watching her bathe, he would most likely join her in the water and that would not help them get to the meeting on time. He knew this as sure as he knew that water was warm yet he didn’t want to leave. When her hand dipped between her legs though, and she sucked her lower lip between her teeth, a moan almost escaped his lips. He stood so quickly that he knocked the chair over, sending it clattering to the floor with a loud bang, causing him to jump slightly. His face flushed a little and he ducked his head, smiling down at her briefly. “I….I think I will go lay out my clothes while you finish your bath” he stammered. He left the room immediately, re-entering the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to deflate, amazed at how much that infernal woman could turn him on with the simple gestures. A grin spread across his face at that thought though since he wasn’t really complaining all that hard. With thoughts of her on his mind, he quickly moved about the room, pulling out a pair of black pants and a forest green tunic then set about shining his boots a little while he waited for her to finish up.
 
The bard gave a chuckle as she watched him leave the room. She was not expecting quite that reaction and she found it endearing. A big, bad warlord that had conquered many nation was brought down by a slip of a girl bathing herself. There was so much the Gilloleth could do to him; he was wrapped around her little finger. But she would not use that to her advantage. She loved him too much to hurt him like that. So she made sure to bath herself quickly and step out of the tub, her skin still steaming from the water. A towel was wrapped around her body before she completely dried off.

She walked into the room, almost disappointed to see him completely clothed. Though, she had to admit, he did look particularly yummy in green. A sly little smile crossed her lips as she walked over to her dress, pretending not to notice Thomas shining his boots to perfection. She instead pretended to be caught up in the finer details of the beautiful dress. With nimble fingers she undid the elaborate buttons in the back. He was going to have to help her.

Slowly she began to slip it on, letting the good fabric caress her skin. Never before had she felt so soft and beautiful fabric. This must have been how nobles felt each and every day when they dressed in the morning!
 
Thomas looked up as he heard her pad into the room, seeing the bath towel wrapped around her lithe body. An image of her bent over the bed, the towel on the floor at her feet, shot into his mind and he almost groaned, feeling himself harden again. She moved towards her dress, seemingly unaware that he was there, and began to unbutton the back of it. When she slid the towel from her body, revealing her creamy flesh all over again, he almost dropped the shoes with a loud clatter.

As the dress was lifted up and slid over her head, it fell into place amazingly well. He had guessed at her size, never expecting a perfect fit, but what he saw surprised him. It hugged her body nicely, revealing her curves in a tasteful way, and was regal and elegant looking. She would look wonderful standing at his side in the meeting; he just knew the staff would be impressed. How could they not be! She was the picture of royalty. Getting up from the bed, he approached her, slipping his hands in her dress from behind, his fingers trailing over her bare skin as they slid around her sides to her belly to tease the undersides of her breasts for a second. He kissed the back of her neck as he withdrew his hands and slowly began to button the back of the dress up. When he was done, he turned her around and took her in. “Simply beautiful” he said, leaning forward to kiss her. As he pulled back, he offered his arm to her. “Are you ready milady?”
 
Gilloleth sucked in a deep breath as he touched and teased the underside of her breasts. He could certainly play just as dirty as she. The bard toyed with the idea of moving her toned rear against the lump that rose and deflated a few times over. There was something almost naughty in giving him a raging stand right before they had to see his top Generals. Then there would be no argument about what role she played. A playful mark crossed her lips but she decided against it. Time for playing again would come and she could wait to send him completely up the wall with lust.

Now she was concerned with looking the part of queen. There was more to it than dresses. Her hair was still wet. It, like all elven hair, managed to keep its body but it still dripped water at the end. Before taking his hand she quickly braided her luxurious black waves into a tight braid. How she wished she could plait a ribbon in to it. Girlish or not she loved the look. Perhaps later she could convince to buy her various lengths of colored ribbon.

“I am excited to see what sort of things they have planned.” she said as she took his hand. She lead him out the room and towards the same room that they had been in that morning. “I mean, they can not be that horrible. They have to have some good in them if you chose them as your confidants.”

Poor, naïve and beautiful bard.

Alyssandra was walking towards the room. Her wonderful figure was also being shown off in a dress. Normally the elven spell caster could be seen in battle robes that covered the slender body. Now in a dress and a silver circlet, with her long and bright hair down, she looked truly noble. Which was the intent. If the Circle saw her as a queen than it would be easier for her to convince them she was fit for the part. Of course, she still was going to use the harem as a way to separate him and that dirty, lowly bard.

In fact she had all of the letter sent out and now their fastest horsemen were taking the notes all around the land. Soon, very soon, the palace would be swimming with gorgeous girls. And if Thomas should refuse any of them it would mean turmoil from within the country and possible war from the princesses that came from without.

Her plan was brilliant.
 
He watched her braid her hair, taking great care to work each strand appropriately. Water dripped everywhere but she was unfazed and stayed focused on the task. When she was done, she took his hand and led them from the room. He walked side by side with her, his finger wound through hers, enjoying their time together. When she spoke, he glanced at her, his face revealing nothing of his inner thoughts. His Generals were good soldiers but he wasn’t sure how they’d do as Statesmen; only time would tell. He was eager to see what they came up with though, if only to ensure they were taking this change in plans for the truth that it was. “I’m sure they’ve come up with some things; they are resourceful individuals and when faced with a sizable task, they’ve proven their worth time and time again.”

As they rounded a corner, they almost ran into Alyssandra, who was coming from the opposite direction. Pulling up short to avoid her, Thomas took in her outfit and was mildly impressed. He’d rarely seen Alyssandra in anything other than her military outfits and was surprised to see her dressed as if she were attending a formal ball. His eyes narrowed as he realized the game she was playing. She’d made no surprise of her dislike of Gilloleth and her desire to be Queen instead. The outfit was clearly her first step in a grander plan to prove that role should be hers and hers alone. She walked a fine line but, as of yet, had not crossed it. He squeezed Gilloleth’s hand as he nodded to the other woman. “Alyssandra” he murmured. “You look lovely tonight.” It was true, she did, though he did not compliment her for that reason. Diplomacy was needed now, not confrontation.

Alyssandra bowed deeply to him. “Your Lordship” she murmured. Turning to Gilloleth next, she curtsied. “Your Lady”. She had a smile on her face when she said it but Thomas knew it was fake. Years of serving with Alyssandra had given him a good idea of who she was and what she was capable of doing and being and this was an act, plain and simple. He nodded in return. “Please, join us on our way to the meeting. I look forward to hearing what everyone has to say.”
 
The icy aura that emitted from Alyssandra was not hard to pick up on. The woman was an adder, waiting to strike. Venom was in her smile. For a second she almost envisioned fangs glistening with that terrible poison. Delicate finger’s grasped her loves tighter. That woman was going to be the one that stuck a dagger into her heart. There was no doubt in Gilloleth’s mind now, seeing her dressed like that. The blonde was really a stunning elf. If only her insides were just as beautiful.

“I wonder if everyone will be dressed so lovely?” she asked and she pondered this. Would his other generals be out of their armor and into clothes more befitting the court of a king? The raven haired bard wondered how everything was going to be in that room. Perhaps the agitated, fiery air the room had in the morning would be replaced with a calm and cool sense of diplomacy. One could only hope.

As they entered the room the tension in the air was thick. Dangerous and angry eyes turned in her direction. Her face burnt a deep red and she had the urge to inch behind her love. Instead she turned to give him a very concerned look. This was not looking well for her.

“Gentlemen,” Alyssandra said in a chipper tone, which was very unlike her. “How does this afternoon fare for you, my comrades?”
 
When they entered the conference room, Thomas knew things would be tense. His body stiffened immediately, reacting to the aura of energy permeating the room, heavy with anger and angst. He looked around the room and saw each of his Generals standing at their normal spot, Harac at the head, followed by the others in rank order. Each was dressed in their military garb, which didn’t surprise him in the least since they were, to the core, hard soldiers at heart.

When Alyssandra spoke, her voice happy, the men turned to her. All eyes took in her slender frame, her cold beauty, and the state of her dress and roamed her body from head to toe, smiles crossing their faces. Thomas noted this and narrowed his eyes, wondering just how many of these men she had bedded over the years, how many allies she had among them. He glanced at her, then around the room. “Gentlemen, I believe you have news to give me” he said, cutting Alyssandra off before she could get started.

All eyes shifted from her to him and then to Gilloleth at his side. She pulled up tight against him but met their stares with one of her own, an action that made him proud. He waited calmly and finally Harac nodded. “Yes, your lordship, we do. Please, be seated and we’ll walk you through our ideas.” Every sat once Thomas and Gilloleth had. “Please, continue” Thomas said, waiting.

Harac nodded. “Before I begin, we would like to take this moment to advice you against this direction. Many of us still believe that the best course of action is to attack our neighbors now, while the iron is hot. Is that a possibility?” Thomas’s eyes narrowed further, expecting this but still irritated. “It is not, Harac. Move on.” Harac nodded, glancing around the room before continuing. “Our first recommendation then is to begin rebuilding the capital first, to demonstrate that we care and to shore up our defenses here should they be needed.” He pulled over a stand that contained a map of the city on it and pointed out areas, noting how each had been damaged and what recommendations they had for rebuilding. “We also think we should take over food distribution for the capital and work with area farmers to send food out to the outlying towns. Here’s how we propose to do that….” Thomas sat and listened as they began to go over their ideas.
 
The truth was that Alyssandra had not slept with many; three in all. She was a shrewd woman who had her mind set on larger fish. Ones that could ensure her a crown and have her live in luxury. As an elven noblewoman she was used to the best of everything. Thomas was the best and she was determined to have him. Though she did flirt with all of the men, she wasn’t above that. It was easy to get what she wanted with all of them around her slender, long pinky.

Alyssandra smiled and nodded her head in recognition at each of them before standing next to Harac. She smirked a little, noting some things about him that were absent before. Something was on his mind. Something that was likely not work related at all. He was one of the few that she had slept with and she knew personally that his particular tastes ran deep.

Gilloleth listened intently and liked what she heard. It seemed that these men had a good handle on peacetime situations as well. This was promising. Though she could not bring herself to look at the man speaking. He had seen her naked, making love to his King. Her face flushed bright red and she tried to concentrate on the talk. At a pause point, she decided to interject.

“Would townspeople be hired to do the work?” she asked. “I have noticed in my stay here that the economy has been drastically effected by the war. They need some source of income.”

This was met with a round of general laughter and she flushed deeply.
 
Thomas watched Alyssandra move to stand beside Harac as the man spoke, noting her smirk and her stance. She was comfortable next to him, that much was clear, and Thomas knew that, of any of the men, she had no doubt bedded him. And why not? He was his second in command, someone of power within his military, and power always attracted leeches like Alyssandra. She’d made attempts on Thomas for years but he’d always rebuffed her, not wanting to taint himself with her aura. He was never more glad of that then now.

He glanced at Gilloleth during the presentation and saw her deep blush. Knowing that Harac had seen her naked while they made love in the garden, he almost drew her into his arms, wanting her to feel safe when he was around. He held back though, moving his eyes away from her and back to Harac. This was her personal demon to overcome and all the protection from him in the world couldn’t save her from her thoughts.

When she spoke, the men and woman burst out in laughter, sending his blood boiling. Her suggestion had been perfectly reasonable and they knew that. They had simply wanted to make her feel embarrassed in a weak attempt to show her she wasn’t good enough to be queen. He could have ignored the laughter, leaving Gilloleth to figure out how to fight this battle – something she’d have to do as Queen from time to time – but the look on Alyssandra’s face pushed him over the edge. Stepping forward he slammed his hand down on the table and barked at them. “Enough!” he virtually shouted. “I believe you misunderstood your Queen, gentleman.” He purposely refused to acknowledge Alyssandra with that one word. “Her statement was not a question. It was, in fact, an order. See that it is followed.” He glared at each of them in return. “And remember to show the proper respect for your Queen next time, lest you end up before the executioner.”
 
Alyssandra did not say anything. So she really did not need to be addressed about it. The men’s reaction was not something she planned, although it was music to her ears. Uneasily, the whore moved in her seat and her eyes were downcast. A smirk crossed her lips. This was a good thing for the general. If she was unable to deal with some jeers from this crowd, how was she going to be able to deal with other dramas that will arise.

Gilloleth felt shame filled her. It was true that she did not have experience in these matters and had no idea if her idea was ridiculous. Tears stung at her eyes. Had she really been so silly? Almost instantly she had deflated and began to crumble. The sound of malicious laughter was not something that she was used to hearing. She was used to people adoring her and wanting her and wishing for her favor. This coldness and cruelty hurt.

Then the room went completely still and Thomas slammed his fist on the table. A ripple of fear went through the room. Angering him was not wise, it seemed. The bard stood, too, looking positively terrified at his reaction. Never before had she seen him be so gruff. It set her heart to pumping and all of the color drained from her face. An order? Really it was only a suggestion! The laughing had changed into a look of contempt and all eyes were once again on her. What?! She hadn’t asked for him to do that.

“She isn’t your Queen yet,” Alyssandra said in a simple tone. Pure mirth was shining in her eyes. “My lord, if I may, her idea is completely ludicrous. These people hate us. Do you think they’ll want our money?”

“Yes!” Gilloleth said she as snapped out of her haze. “They have been suffering for years now. They need something.”
 
The silence in the room was deafening, the echo from his impact with the table slowly fading. All eyes were on him in that moment, staring at him with fear and, perhaps, just a little contempt. He met and held the gaze of every man in that room that had laughed and made it clear how he felt about their behavior. No words were spoken but the tension vibrating through his body was clear for all to see, including Gilloleth. He was aware that she had stood when he slammed his fist down and that she was very pale. No doubt his actions had frightened her a little as a side of him she’d only seen once re-emerged.

Inside his mind, he knew that he reacted harshly but court politics were harsh. Gilloleth’s suggestion had not been a bad one yet she’d been treated as if she was an idiot. If she would not stand up for herself and begin acting like the Queen she would be, then he would do it for her until she learned. And that would have to happen quickly or she’d be eaten alive by these sharks. The deadliest predator in the room, of course, being Alyssandra.

When the barren bitch spoke, her voice cutting through the silence, he turned towards her, eyes narrowing. Before he could address the comments made by the woman, Gilloleth spoke first. Turning his head to see her, quickly covering his surprise before it showed on his face, he listened to her answer and smiled. She’d stood up for herself and he was pleased. When she was done talking, he turned back to Alyssandra.

“Her point is valid. We have been at war for years and the country, and its people, need help. We are in a position to give it, with deep finances and solid leadership. When we begin the work of rebuilding this city, I want local townsfolk hired to do the work.” He looked around the room. “And I will not tolerate slave labor.” He wisely chose to ignore Alyssandra’s comment about Gilloleth not being their Queen yet. While it was technically true, she had begun to assume the role already. A title does not make a leader, only actions do and her actions were for the good of the country.
 
The beautiful bard sat back down and heaved a sigh of relief. Thomas was helping her out and that was good. Gilloleth had no idea how she was going to be able to deal with this by herself. The day would come though. They would catch her without him there and she would have to fend for herself. A lump rose in her throat and she fought desperately to force it down. Every part of her was trembling. There was going to be a talk between them later on and she had a feeling he was going to talk to her about this meeting.

Alyssandra sighed and shook her head. Yet a smile was on her lips. This was a huge step forward for her. Yes the little girl managed to stand up for herself but not before Thomas had jumped in and he still swooped in at the end. That girl was setting herself up for failure better than what the blonde ever could. Those princesses would turn his head even quicker than what she could hope for.

“You are right, milord,” she said with a slight bow. “The people of this city do need a source of income. It seems that their sense of pride is not as great as our people do. A bad economy will do that for some though. I will make sure to head this task personally.”

With a pleased smirk she sat back down and waited for the rest of their proposal to be read. All of it was hogwash to her. They all knew it. Yet that little slut messed with their king’s judgment with sex and empty promises. All women like that worked that way. Men were always turned to mush by a good fuck and a pretty smile. Alyssandra wondered what exactly that little slut did to make her lord act that way? Must have been something amazing.
 
As Gilloleth sat down, an audible sigh of relief escaping her lips, Thomas frowned. He turned to Alyssandra, hearing her words and acknowledging her bow with a slight head nod. “Pride is hard to maintain during war, Alyssandra. You know this as well as I. It’s even harder when your side loses. These people need a reason to trust us, and a reason to live. We can provide that to them by rebuilding this country to its former glory.” He considered her offer to head the rebuilding and hesitated. Too much control in the hands of Alyssandra was a very bad thing but she’d volunteered and he had no good reason to deny her request. He nodded his head. “Very well Alyssandra. I would like regular reports at noon every day. And remember, no slave labor – all hired help are to be treated and paid fairly.”

Turning back to the room at large, he began to dole out assignments, each General being given responsibility for leading a task that would aid in the resurrection of the country. When he was done, only one man remained left. Harac. He studied him for a moment and took a risk. “Harac, you will lead a team of diplomats to our neighboring port country. I want you to deliver an offer to open peace talks with them. As my emissary, you will be responsibility for making the arrangements. Once arranged, Gilloleth and I will travel there to begin discussions. Do not fail me in this.” He wanted to separate Harac from Alyssandra, to nip any scheming before it started, and he wanted the man away from Gilloleth, at least for a little while. She needed time to adjust to her new role and could better do it if her mind were somewhat at ease. Harac looked stricken at first, his eyes darting to Gilloleth, but then he stood straight and nodded. “Of course, my lord” he answered.

Glancing down at her, then back up at the men, Thomas nodded. “This meeting is adjourned and you are dismissed. This afternoon I will hold court in the first of many sessions to hear requests and complaints by the commoners. I expect you in attendance.” He turned them, taking Gilloleth’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “Come, Gilloleth” he said as he began to walk away, his back to the room of soldiers.
 
Harac was staring at her again. Gilloleth attempted to make herself smaller. In a childish movement she pulled her knees to her chest and gripped them fiercely. At least he would not be able to see the curves of her body. Just a face that was bright red and some untellable emotions dancing in bright and clear violet eyes. Fear, anger, and (worst of all) helplessness were going through her. When she had been a dancer it was easy to tell someone to back off; she had no obligation to them. Now, however, she had to think of this nation and its people and what was best for them. Harac was a good speaker and likely a very good general. Making wild accusations against him wasn’t the best course of action.

An audible sigh of relief escaped her lips and her body relaxed when Thomas issued that order. That man would be away from her. At least for a little while. In that time she was going to at least be publicly announced as Thomas’ consort. Then she would be even more protected from his advances.

Alyssandra noticed the way that her former lover looked over the beautiful young bard and a thought struck her. One that would be deliciously perfect. “M’lord,” she started again. She was one of the few that could blatantly contess everything he said. “Wouldn’t Harac’s skills be better used here. I will need a sympathetic diplomat to help me connect with the locals and everyone else, well, is not so understanding. Others can be sent to deal with possible talks of peace. Harac is needed here.”
 
Alyssandra’s words pulled him to a stop before he’d reached the doorway and he paused, his back going stiff and his hand tightening on Gilloleth’s. Turning slowly to face the female General, he weighed her words carefully. She stood in the same spot as before, her body relaxed and her face displaying open sincerity, as if her comment had truly been made for the good of the country. Thomas knew better of course, knew that her evil little mind was scheming behind those beady eyeballs of hers but until she slipped up, made a mistake that he could use, he was helpless to do much about it. And he knew that might never happen, she was simply that good.

He resisted the urge to glance at Gilloleth, knowing how she would feel if he changed his mind. Harac had seen her at her most vulnerable, when she was impaled on his hard flesh, her breasts bouncing up and down as she thrust herself on him, and that frightened her. He’d sensed something in Harac after that, a new appreciation of Gilloleth that hadn’t been there before, and he knew it had nothing to do with her intelligence. Glancing around the room, he could see other members of his staff nodding their heads, agreeing with Alyssandra’s comments and he knew he was in a tough spot. He could disagree and release the council but doing so would leave a lot of questions in his wake or he could give her this request and keep a close eye on them. There was an old saying, one his father had taught him, which said “keep your friends closer and your enemies closer” He thought it applied in this situation more than any other he had ever been in.

Nodding, he cleared his throat. “Your words have merit Alyssandra.” Turning to another General on the council, he smiled. “Aric, you will lead the expedition to our neighboring port country in Harac’s place. Pick your team immediately.” Turning to Harac he inclined his head. “You are to stay behind and assist Alyssandra in the rebuilding of our city. Make me proud.” Nodding to all of them again, he turned and tugged Gilloleth to his side, striding out of the room immediately. In doing so, he missed the look of pure lust that Harac gave the pretty little bard, one that said she would be his at whatever cost.
 
Alyssandra smirked towards Harac and then leaned in close to him. The other generals were filing out of the room, chatting amongst themselves. While most were still apposed to this whole peace thing, a few were warming to the idea. Fighting had taken away almost everything from three of Thomas' generals. The beautiful elf saw them as weaknesses and nothing more but Harac, wonderful and easily manipulated Harac, had a mind that she understood. Passion and want lingered in his eyes. He wanted that horrible little slut.

"See something that you like?" she asked in a purr. "Too bad that she belongs to your Commander and King. I know it must be ripping you up inside. You do like getting instant gratification. How are you ever going to live?"

Meanwhile, Gilloleth was having a hard time not feeling ill. This was no how she wanted it! Harac was supposed to go away. That crafty little witch! A groan escaped her lips and she looked up at him as they walked. Her lover was certainly in a tight spot but she wondered if he was really concerned with her well being.

Then again it was not her well being he should have cared most about. His people came first.

"At least things are getting pushed in a positive direction."
 
Thomas walked slowly, his ears straining for any words that he might hear among his staff. He caught a murmured string of words from Alyssandra, clearly directed at Harac, but he couldn’t make out exactly what she’d said. He’d caught “she” and “commander” but it wasn’t enough to know if they were already scheming against him or if she were simply talking to Harac about what a beautiful couple he and Gilloleth made. That thought brought a smile to his face, both because it was true and because he knew Alyssandra would never say something like that. Obviously, they or perhaps just she, were scheming. He hoped that Harac would avoid her twisted grip because he truly liked that man. He’d been by his side since the day Thomas had taken over his country and his advice had always been sound. But he knew that Harac had seen something in that royal garden that he’d liked, something that was unattainable for him.

Glancing over at Gilloleth he offered her a small smile, wishing he could chase away her inner demons. Politics was nothing but a game though and to win you had to be better than your opponents. Gilloleth would have to grow strong and learn to do something that she didn’t like if she was going to survive in this new role. He thought she could do it or he wouldn’t have chosen her but only time would tell. Squeezing her hand gently, he nodded.

“Yes, things are moving forward now and my men are slowly starting to come around. In time, we will rebuild as promised.” He squeezed her hand gently again, then pulled her close so he could wrap an arm around her waist. “Will you sit with me when we meet with the townsfolk?” he asked quietly, aware that she would enjoy a moment like that.
 
That did cheer her up quite a bit. A smile crossed her once miserable face and she placed a soft kiss on his neck. It wasn't meant to be erotic but instead affection and loving. To show him that she was more than delighted to talk with the townspeople. The people here, while repressed, were kind. Once the generals saw their good hearted nature then she was sure not a one of them would want to ignore them.

"That sounds like it would be just perfect!" she exclaimed with a giggle. "Should I wear my hair differently? This braid is quite... uncomfortable and I think it might do me better to wear it down." It was one of her greatest beauties, after all, and she felt that it would make her appear more free flowing and easy to get along with.

She cleared her throat when she realized how childish she was being. Though it was clear that she liked those of a lower status much more than his men. Which should not have been the case. Nor should she have gotten so excited over a meeting. A queen needed grace and decorum. If Alyssandra had seen Gilloleth behave in such a manner there would have been a jab at such immaturity.

"I mean, that sounds most good, darling."

The blonde elf chuckled at Harac's silence. It was clear that it indeed bother him. "What if I told you that I could help you get her. Thomas will lose interest soon enough. You know he will once the other girls come to be apart of his seraglio..."
 
Thomas enjoyed Gilloleth’s light kiss on his neck though a part of him wondered at her giddiness. They had just come from a very tough meeting with his men and would soon face an equally tough challenge facing the townspeople, many of whom would be very angry with him for what he’d done to their city. That thought alone would make this first audience gathering a tense one and he knew he would have to make special arrangements to ensure that security was strong and no bloodshed occurred.

He smiled when she giggled and talked about her hair. Yes, she still had a lot to learn about being royalty but, quite honestly, most loyalty were pompous asses so her innocence was a refreshing change. One didn’t have to be arrogant and mean willed to be a good leader; having a caring heart, strong backbone, an intelligence was enough and Gilloleth possessed all of those, though she was going to have to work to find her backbone. He slung an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. “I think you should wear your hair down and maybe tie a pretty ribbon in it – something happy and exciting to bring some color to court” he said with a wink. “Why don’t you go and get ready while I see to the court security and arrangements. Go on now, scat, you.” With a playful swat on her butt, Thomas sent her on her way.

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Harac turned slowly and looked at Alyssandra. The female general had a cunning look in her eye and he narrowed his in return. They shared a history together, Alyssandra and he, one that was purely sexual in nature. They were both ambitious and used sex to gain political ground when it benefited them but now Harac set his sights higher, aiming for a more vibrant Elvin partner. Was Alyssandra offering a new alliance of sorts? "I'm listening" he murmured, keeping his voice low so the departing couple wouldn't hear him.
 
Gilloleth smiled and held the buttcheek that he hit. What a dirty mind he could have even when discussing innocent things. A giggle sounded in her throat and she did as he said, scampering off towards her room. The meeting had gone better than what she had expected it to. More members of his council liked the idea than what she thought and there were only a few hang ups; namely Alyssandra. That nasty streak in her was terrifying and she could tell that there was a wicked plot lurking behind those dazzling green eyes. Strangely familiar eyes.

The beautiful girl entered her room with a sigh and began to look around for a length of ribbon. Anything would look good really. She had dark raven locks so every color jumped compared to them. Perhaps a nice pale emerald to match her eyes? Or maybe a red to make them pop. It hardly mattered to her. Though red seemed very good. Hmmm. Now where would she find such a ribbon?

Without really thinking about her safety, she left her room by herself in search of a length of red silk ribbon.

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Alyssandra gave him a truly wicked smirk and took his hand, patting it a few times. Harac was a good speaker but sometimes could be rather slow when it came to these matters. When the man was thinking with his cock he could not fathom anything else but his obsession.

"Dearest," she said in a whisper the same pitch as his own, "Thomas will not only have other girls he will be politically obliged to at least spend some time with before refusing but he will have many, many responsibilities as a new king. His little bard, the one that you have been taking with your eyes over and over again, will be left alone..."
 
With a beautiful little giggle, Gilloleth peeled from Thomas’s side and scampered off down the hallway, her hips swaying as she walked. He stared appreciatively, his hand still tingling from the slap he’d placed on her ass, thoughts of what he wanted to do with her when they were alone again already on his mind. As he passed a few guardsmen, it dawned on him that he’d sent her off without protection and mentally slapped himself for that careless thought. After the session with the townspeople, he would need to pick some trusted soldiers to become her escorts as he did not trust Harac or Alyssandra at all. No doubt, whatever plot they were hatching would involve others also so protecting his lovely bard had to become a priority for him. With that thought in mind, he headed towards the Royal appearance chamber to get it ready for the session.


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Harac listened carefully to what Alyssandra was saying, his eyes beginning to sparkle with the reality of her words set in. What a wickedly evil mind she had, this elfin general of elite lineage. She might have a fantastic body and be good in bed but it was her mind that set her apart from others and this little news proved that yet again. Turning to her, he leaned forward so his mouth was next to her ear. “I like how you think, Alyssandra. We should discuss this further but right now, we should separate so it doesn’t look like we’re plotting anything.” He pulled away from her then and headed for the door, knowing they had planted the seeds for possible treason but not caring if he got what he wanted I return. Gilloleth would be his, willingly or unwillingly.

He passed through the hallways, walking alone, lost in thought when a flash of color caught his eye. Looking up, he saw Gilloleth round a corner and turning to walk ahead of him. She was alone and Harac grinned, amazed at the stupidity of Thomas. Quickly falling into place behind her, he followed her quietly, his skills as a soldier being put to use.
 
A soft, high whistle came from Gilloleth's lips as she walked the halls. The sound was instantly catching; being like that of a lark. Being a bard, she had to learn various forms of entertainment, and whistling had been one that she took personal enjoyment in. It and dancing were, in fact, her favorite things to do. Though not many asked to be whistled to and it sounded off when she did it in some of her songs; which were always paired with heavy percussion and quick melodies.

Where would she be able to find a ribbon? The servants, maybe? At least one had to be a girl around the same age as she. Now where were their quaters? The occupants of the castle offered no help; they were either all in their personal quaters or preparing for the talks that would be held later that day. A place such as this was frightening when empty. The walls could swallow her whole! Goosebumps rose and darted across her pale skin and she thought it was because she was caught up in the somewhat spooky atmosphere. A castle, even during the day, could be creepy!

As if she were cold, her nipples poked and pressed against the material of the gown but she paid it no mind. All she did was whistle louder to elate her fear.
 
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