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Lonely Lies the Crown (Annabeth & Khaos)

Minutes passed in the closeness of the cabin as Seraphine learned that though she would one day hold the Kingdom, Rennes held her with as absolute a claim as her ancient one. Helpless, and freer than she had ever been because of it, Seraphine was tutored as much by his guiding hands as by the noises he made when her tongue and lips, and even her oft gagging throat, brought pleasure to his shaft. Just below the head was a particularly sensitive spot and the devoted swirls of her tongue across it made him call out her name more than once. Even when he was buried as far as she could take him, the flexing of her tongue against it made Rennes' hand fist harder in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes but an aching, hot satisfaction between her legs. It wasn't complete, she knew she'd be denied release or at least the soaring release and jubilant ecstacy of fully becoming Rennes' wife, but it still made the young Princess revel in the power she was learning she had over Rennes.

Bound, held, mouth full of him and totally controlled by him, still she held the power. He might have had other women, might take more in the future, but what other Princess, what other one day Queen, would allow herself to be the instrument of his need and not put conditions on it other than the love her heart held for him? None, and in that she was truly the ruler of her man, for all she was on her knees before him and gagging in inexperienced enthusiasm.

Seraphine sensed he was close, that his seed was about to erupt, and looked up at him through teary eyes, wanting to see the moment he lost control of himself and gave over his power into her mouth.
 
Rennes never took his eyes off of Seraphine. He had watched this woman, his wife claimed under the all seeing eyes of God, his Princess, his ward, his future queen grow from an infant into a gorgeous young woman who was giving herself to him. He had given his mind and body to her before her first breath and was present to hear her first cry. He had been hers for longer than she had been alive, and now she was on her knees in front of him, her mouth filled by him. This woman had given him back his soul and he had given it to her in return.

"Just because you are on your knees before me, never think or feel you are below me." He said in his calm strong voice followed immediately by a low moan as her tongue rolled against the head of his cock. Rennes felt himself drawing close and meet Seraphine's gorgeous eyes. Even flushed, lips swollen, tears staining her cheeks and drool covering her chin she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Keeping his eyes on hers he shuddered and tensed for a brief moment. His shaft throbbed against Seraphine's tongue a few times before his thick seed shot into her mouth in heavy wads that coated her tongue and the back of her throat. After a subjective eternity of filling his young wife's mouth with his seed Rennes pulled away from her a look that Seraphine had never before seen on his face and entire body. Rennes was looking at her completely relaxed. The air of a predator at rest was gone. He was just man indulging in the pleasure of his woman.

As he pulled from her mouth the eager tongue of his wife caught the sensitive spot on the underside of his head and when he pulled free of her mouth his length twitched a last time shooting a final thick rope of cum to land across Seraphine's upturned face. Breathing heavily he eased the grip on her hair and smiled durn at her. "You are a gorgeous mess my love. " He said with a small chuckle. "Are you ready for yours?"

The rest of the night Rennes satisfied Seraphine. Using his mouth at first then having her mount him as he took hold of her hips and lead her in grinding her sex along his shaft, so close to performing the act but never crossing the line.



Over the next several days of their journey Seraphine was humored by Rennes and the crew, answering any of her questions, showing her how to do small tasks that are essential to keeping everything running smoothly and with a shared oath by all parties involved to never speak of it under the pain of death, taught her how to dice and gamble for fun. During the nights they shared Rennes taught her more about the pleasures of her body, and the pleasures they could share with and give to each other. Not once did he put anything inside of her, not even a finger, but she was given her release every night even on the nights he refused to let her give him his.

On the morning of the last day of their trip Rennes was meeting with the Captain to go over the details of their arrival with Seraphine there to help plan what the two of them would do once docked. "Tell me Sera, what do you want to do first once we are off this ship?" He asked clearly ready to be off the contained vessel. "Not that you have a bad ship or anything. I am just ready for land and to walk more than fifteen feet in any direction without having to turn."
 
"We can't imagine that We will not be met by either a deputation from the Vatican or from the Court of Lombard," she said, referencing the Pope and the Kingdom of Lombardy in which the Pope held his own special Kingdom of God, enclosed by but separate from Lombard control. "Or both, and that will present a tension We must soothe into place lest it become a casus belli in all but declaration." A normal girl would have sighed when faced with the prospect of being expected to sort it out but Seraphine viewed it as duty, one day her sole right, and would deal with it head on though not with horns flashing and nostrils snorting. "Regardless, We lodge in the Vatican during Our stay and will call upon the Lombard Court after making Our obedienc to the Holy Father."

Seraphine glanced at the Captain and Rennes, and nodded towards a spot on the deck. "We require the box and a suitable escort for it and Ourselves," she told them both, knowing Rennes would handle it, probably already had, but the command needed to come from her. Already she was referring to herself as We, no longer as I or me or even as Rennes' woman. In the absence of her father and under his direction she had powers plenipotentiary, equal to the King's so long as she was outside of the realm with only the right to directly command the armies and navies denied her. It was a dangerous power to have, the Romans had learned that lesson to their downfall, and it was a mark of great trust and confidence in her abilities that he'd laid the mantle of it on her shoulders.

Speaking of which, it was time to get changed. Seraphine moved over behind the folding screen and, still talking to both men, changed out of her lighter at sea gown and into one more suited for the meeting to come.



After being at sea steady ground felt like it moved beneath her and Seraphine had to close her eyes briefly and trust in the feel of her feet on firm ground to convince her mind not to let her body sway. Even so she felt the ebb and flow of it slosh through her and she gritted her teeth to keep her stomach down but kept a smile in place. As she'd feared delegations from both the King of Lombardy and the Pope had met the ship, one on the left and one on the right and both pressed up as close to the gangway as possible lest a few inches show that one had more authority than the other. They were civil enough, used to such things, but Seraphine could see some tension in them and knew Rennes would see it as well. She prayed there would be no need for his sword but feared it could happen. If assassins yet waited to stop them then this would be a good place with all the dockworkers and laborers and common people and merchants and sailors from all the oceans of the world come together in a riot of motion and sound. She didn't know how to pick out who belonged and who didn't, but Rennes would so Seraphine gave that worry over to him.

Setting the tone she expected, Seraphine extended her hand to the Cardinal leading the Vatican's delegation first, allowing him to kiss her hand and then she herself turned, keeping his hand in hers, to place herself at his side with her hand on top of his. Exchanging words in Latin, pleasantries and wishes of good health and salvation to her father, she then allowed him to lead her over to the Lombards where she greeted the Prince in a warmer, more equal manner and then with both men flanking her walked down towards the waiting litters. A commotion from just beyond them brought her up short and she turned her head to find Rennes.
 
Rennes listened to his Princess's words. No longer was he the man she had shared intimate nights with on the ship, but again the deadly tool forged for her protection. As she laid the plans of their meeting out he readied himself, donning his gambeson and sword belt. Checking his gear as Seraphine dressed and spoke. Arrangements for the escort were already in place if Rennes instructions had been followed in the message he had sent before their journey.

Before they departed the ship Rennes made sure Seraphine had her hidden knife necklace and poisoned ring. Attaching the scabbards of his sword and parrying dagger to his belt he did a final check of his gear and flung a worn, unremarkable cloak over his shoulders hiding most of his body and his weapons.



Rennes stood behind Seraphine seeing clearly over her head. He closed his eyes and sighed at the sight of the two delegates posturing for his Princess's attention and favor. Holding a hard, unforgiving glare on his face Rennes eyed both men down as Seraphine and he approached them. Standing exactly halfway between the two men each were within a step of arms reach. Once each man was given their pleasantries Rennes drew up the hood of his cloak and melted into the crowd despite his size.

When the men flanked her he kept them in his vision but moved through the crowds independently from the group. He noticed several men in plainclothes who didn't hold themselves like common men. They were soldiers, armed with long knives and were watching the three walk. As Seraphine and her entourage passed the soldiers feel in around them making as an invisible escort. Nodding satisfied that his instructions were followed he broke ahead to secure the area ahead.

When Seraphine turned back to find Rennes he wasn't there. Rennes was ahead of her and at source of the commotion. A small cluster of merchants and dock workers were arguing loudly, shouting and waving arms wildly. One of the men struck another and soon a brawl broke out.

Suddenly everyone was rushing to see what was going on. Rennes snapped his head to Seraphine and found her with ease. Forcing himself though the crowd he rushed to her side without running.

Glancing around he saw several men moving towards the trio he was heading for. When he spotted one drawing a knife he knew he wouldn't be able to get to them in time. Bringing his fingers to his lips he let out a shrill series of whistles that could be heard over the ruckus. Two short bursts followed by a long holding note then a third short whistle.

Seraphine would know that it meant danger coming from the left and slightly behind her. Rennes had come up with a nonverbal way to warn her of danger and from where it was coming for situations just like this. After he amused the young Seraphine by creating a much more complete nonverbal vocabulary for them to use with each other. A secret language that only they knew that consisted of hums, clicks, whistles, hand gestures and body language.

As he got closer he drew his parrying dagger and spotted a second and third drawing knives. He was close to the second and from there could cut off the third. Coming up on the second assassin from behind he severed the man's spine with a silent thrust of his dagger letting the body fall to the ground. Shoving back the hood of his robe he made a quick sprint to cut of the third would be killer catching the man's arm by the wrist and elbow and forcing him to stab himself with his own knife in the chest.

There was still the one that would get to Seraphine before he could reach her, but she was warned and he knew she was capable enough to defend herself, and even protect the idiots she was with. Despite knowing this he broke out into a run and used his size to barrel people out of the way to get to his wife and her entourage.
 
Like the hounds the noblemen at court hunted with, Seraphine's head snapped around at the commanding whistle. Once she'd thought it a silly game as a younger child, then simply something Rennes thought important and a duty as a young woman. Like so many things he required her to do, drilled into her and coached her on Seraphine simply reacted to his bidding. It was combined trust and habit that had her obeying without thought and her dress swirled around her like a silken web. A fold of it caught on the sword of the man next to her and brass and steel clattered before the silk tore with a long ripping sound, showing the lighter colored fabric of her shift beneath it. By that time the man was almost upon her and she had but an instant to throw her hand up, palm towards him, moving from below her waist up above her head.

Again it was something Rennes' taught her. The man's eyes followed the motion by instinct, throwing his lunging thrust off just enough that the tip of his sword merely scored a long superficial cut along her flank instead of piercing her through the great arteries that fed her kidneys and liver. Seraphine gasped at the burning fire of it, not knowing it was truly not dangerous, and found herself fervently calling out for God in her head but it was a shouted "Rennes!" on her lips that pierced the commotion.

Stumbling on a loose flagstone, the man took a half step too far forward and his wrist passed between Seraphine's arm and her body. She clamped her arm down hard, trapping it briefly and swung her body into the man. Face to face with him, seeing the desperation in his eyes and smelling his rotting teeth, Seraphine knew she had to hold on until Rennes could arrive. But he was so strong and was already pulling free and in mere seconds would thrust again, this time not missing.

"Rennes!" she screamed again, voice losing all semblance of control. Wildly Seraphine slipped the latch on the ring and slapped the man hard on the neck. The needle, slender and fluted down the side to carry the poison, pierced his neck and drove partially into the jugular. Instantly it began to spread the poison, some concotion of urchins and other sea creatures that Rennes alone knew, through his system.

The man stiffened and bit down so hard on his own teeth that one of them shattered and he choked, spitting broke bits of it in her face along with blood from his chewed up tongue. Holding her dress in his fists as he died, the man drug the princess down atop him.

Seraphine felt the life leave him, felt him shudder beneath her and the sudden stink of his bowels letting go. The world shrunk until she felt she was at the bottom of a well, trapped forever with this man as consequence of her sin of killing him. "Mother Mary forgive me," she stammered over and over again.

Around them the crowd swirled and screamed, pushed and panicked as both peasants and nobles alike tried to make sense of the attack and save themselves from the assassins and their compatriots. A young mother was knocked to the ground, baby torn from her hands, and the bawling child fetched up under the wheel of a wagon, in danger of being crushed beneath it.
 
As Rennes rushed towards his endangered love he shoved everything from his path not caring what or who was injured. Upon hearing her scream out his name Rennes felt the world slow down around him, time stretching seconds into minutes as the adrenaline flooded his system. He watched in horror as the sword made contact with Seraphine, a deep, primal rage swelling in his chest and mingling with the cold terror of loosing his wife.

Again his named was screamed out, and though he was closer he still wasn't in reach of her. Panic began to take hold of his thoughts for the first time ever. What would he do if he lost her? How could he go on living with himself, living period? He needed to get to her as soon as possible but he feared no matter how fast he may be he would be to late. Until he saw her slap the neck of the man who instantly stiffened. She remembered the ring!

He still wasn't sure if she was hurt or not, and saw that the dying man clinging to her dress and he fell pulling her down with him. The sounds of the world around him were drowned about the thundering pulse in his ears. He saw the people panicking and running in all directions. He watched it all as though in slow motion as a young mother was knocked viciously to the ground her baby falling from her arms and right into the path of an oncoming wagon.

In what felt like an instant Rennes was at the side of the wagon, the wheel inches from the bawling child. In an rage and fear induced adrenaline fury he grabbed the steel banded wagon wheel and with a ferocious roar tore the entire thing from the axle with a splintering din and hurled it aside in a single motion. The wagon lurched at the lose of a wheel but the child was safe.

Still sprinting he dropped to his knees and slid to Seraphine's side quickly gathering her up in his powerful arms holding her as though she were a porcelain doll. "Sera!?" He called out to her hearing her pray for forgiveness over and over. She was alive. Then he felt the warm, slightly viscus texture of blood on her side.

Resting her on his folded legs he supported her back with one arm, gripping the dress just about the cut and grabbing the fabric on the opposite side and ripping it further open with ease. The cut was long, but it was shallow and not bleeding heavily. There was little chance that she wouldn't be left with at least a small scar even if the wound was properly treated. Seeing that she was safe he pulled her to his chest and engulfed her tiny frame in his arms hugging her tightly but not so much as to hurt her or hinder her breathing.

His breath was ragged and his entire body was convulsing lightly, wracked by spasms of relief and the dwindling effects of the adrenaline burning out. He rocked slightly with her in his arms unable to voice the utter relief of having his love safe in his arms.
 
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