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JenivueGrimm
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 16, 2016
Elane sighed internally as she sat alone in the vast and expansive library of the castle. Which most of her time was spent. It had been such a long time ago when she used to serve a glorious kingdom led by a strict but loving king.
Everything had been so wonderful. The people were happy and protected. Elane was a powerful mage who served the royal family. For years they prospered under her powerful magic and barrier. That was until the Dark Lord came in to the picture. He had been sweeping the lands, conquering other kingdoms. The wars were long and brutal, the only reason the civilians were spared was because of Elane. Yet there were other ways to beat them into submission. He had strategically choked their resources which kept them going. With the people suffering, the king sent out to make a peace treaty with the dark lord. He had agreed only on one condition, he asked for Elane. While it was a very hard decision to make, the king agreed. She was to be married of to the dark lord by her peoples way, making her bound body and soul to him.
The dark lord didn't completely keep his word to the king. While she was relieved that there was no honeymoon, she was sent away to the dark lord's own castle and the royal family was slain. It ensured to the people that only he was their leader.
So a few years later, here she sat. Thankfully, she had never been expected to share a bed with the man. He was always preoccupied with battles and rebellion in his quest to rule the entire land. Elane had her own private suite that she alone stayed in. Even on the rare occasions that her 'husband' was back home. He never really bothered with her or even went into the room. Well in general he never really acknowledged her unless it was to tell her to put up a barrier. That had been the reason for the only time he had walked into her room and woken up in the night. Otherwise, the only times she ever saw him was either the coincidental when he would walk through the room she was in or when he would approach her to put up a barrier. The most attention the gave each other was the quick glance of acknowledging that a new figure as he marched through with either a trail of generals or alone on his way to where ever it was that he needed to be.
The years of constant war, battle, and rebellion couldn't keep up though. He was a strict and harsh king, but he was in no way a tyrant. He would kill any who disobeyed or broke his laws, yet the people weren't suffering. Eventually, all the fighting died out. He was in the castle more and more often for longer periods of time. It became more normal to see him around the castle. In the beginning it had been slightly awkward when he was able to linger or relax in a single room. She remembered the day well. She had been reading when he and his generals came in. She supposed that not even he was expecting everything to be done and put into motion so quickly for halfway in the room the generals had left and he was left to wait for another figure who wasn't due for at least a couple hours. So he had moved to relax... At first she hadn't noticed that he actually was still in the room, but when she did she had to do a double take before staring at him. Perhaps even he acknowledged the strangeness for when he noticed her stare and stared back there was a bit of tense silence. Though her stare broke off after a few seconds when he stared back. She had went back to reading.
Things were in a time of peace now. He had won and gotten what he set out to do. So it was just the two of the them in the castle with this...awkwardness. The dark lord and his surprisingly still virgin wife. She was curled up in a chair as she had a few books around her. The familiar routine came up as she heard the imposing doors to the library open up. She glanced to acknowledge someone coming in, her husband, a now normal person to see. He had set out a strange habit to find which ever room she haunted, the library almost always, and just laze about. Which of course seemed like that was what he was doing now. She felt it as he strolled through the library to the central area where she was. He decided to relax on a couch that was across from her own chair.
Everything was silent. She could have sworn he had taken a nap or two. The sound of her own turning of the pages in her book seemed to echo out in the silence. Half a year after he was almost always in the castle and this was about as far as they went as a couple. Years of being married and it took half a year to get over the awkwardness of just being in the same room. Finally, she heard a voice break out the silence. She jumped a little and immediately stared at her lone companion, the dark lord. He was staring back at her. After a few seconds of confusion she said,"I'm-I'm sorry, my lord? I wasn't quite out of my own head, I didn't catch what you said."
Everything had been so wonderful. The people were happy and protected. Elane was a powerful mage who served the royal family. For years they prospered under her powerful magic and barrier. That was until the Dark Lord came in to the picture. He had been sweeping the lands, conquering other kingdoms. The wars were long and brutal, the only reason the civilians were spared was because of Elane. Yet there were other ways to beat them into submission. He had strategically choked their resources which kept them going. With the people suffering, the king sent out to make a peace treaty with the dark lord. He had agreed only on one condition, he asked for Elane. While it was a very hard decision to make, the king agreed. She was to be married of to the dark lord by her peoples way, making her bound body and soul to him.
The dark lord didn't completely keep his word to the king. While she was relieved that there was no honeymoon, she was sent away to the dark lord's own castle and the royal family was slain. It ensured to the people that only he was their leader.
So a few years later, here she sat. Thankfully, she had never been expected to share a bed with the man. He was always preoccupied with battles and rebellion in his quest to rule the entire land. Elane had her own private suite that she alone stayed in. Even on the rare occasions that her 'husband' was back home. He never really bothered with her or even went into the room. Well in general he never really acknowledged her unless it was to tell her to put up a barrier. That had been the reason for the only time he had walked into her room and woken up in the night. Otherwise, the only times she ever saw him was either the coincidental when he would walk through the room she was in or when he would approach her to put up a barrier. The most attention the gave each other was the quick glance of acknowledging that a new figure as he marched through with either a trail of generals or alone on his way to where ever it was that he needed to be.
The years of constant war, battle, and rebellion couldn't keep up though. He was a strict and harsh king, but he was in no way a tyrant. He would kill any who disobeyed or broke his laws, yet the people weren't suffering. Eventually, all the fighting died out. He was in the castle more and more often for longer periods of time. It became more normal to see him around the castle. In the beginning it had been slightly awkward when he was able to linger or relax in a single room. She remembered the day well. She had been reading when he and his generals came in. She supposed that not even he was expecting everything to be done and put into motion so quickly for halfway in the room the generals had left and he was left to wait for another figure who wasn't due for at least a couple hours. So he had moved to relax... At first she hadn't noticed that he actually was still in the room, but when she did she had to do a double take before staring at him. Perhaps even he acknowledged the strangeness for when he noticed her stare and stared back there was a bit of tense silence. Though her stare broke off after a few seconds when he stared back. She had went back to reading.
Things were in a time of peace now. He had won and gotten what he set out to do. So it was just the two of the them in the castle with this...awkwardness. The dark lord and his surprisingly still virgin wife. She was curled up in a chair as she had a few books around her. The familiar routine came up as she heard the imposing doors to the library open up. She glanced to acknowledge someone coming in, her husband, a now normal person to see. He had set out a strange habit to find which ever room she haunted, the library almost always, and just laze about. Which of course seemed like that was what he was doing now. She felt it as he strolled through the library to the central area where she was. He decided to relax on a couch that was across from her own chair.
Everything was silent. She could have sworn he had taken a nap or two. The sound of her own turning of the pages in her book seemed to echo out in the silence. Half a year after he was almost always in the castle and this was about as far as they went as a couple. Years of being married and it took half a year to get over the awkwardness of just being in the same room. Finally, she heard a voice break out the silence. She jumped a little and immediately stared at her lone companion, the dark lord. He was staring back at her. After a few seconds of confusion she said,"I'm-I'm sorry, my lord? I wasn't quite out of my own head, I didn't catch what you said."