Pulling at the Gordians' knot [Karameida x Raina Reader]

[Karameida]

Ailith

Ailith sat in a large room filled with various musical instruments; the dark curtains were pulled back letting the sunlight spill through the massive arched windows- bathing everything in the room in its warm glow. The King sat in front of a massive golden harp, her fingers lazily plucking at the strings. The sunlight played off of her scales showing off the vivid blues, purples and hints of greens that shimmered along the surface, her long silken black hair was pushed back away from her forehead by her crown and hung straight down her back. Golden accessories adorned her body, some of them making a tinkling sound when she moved. As her mind drifted off into plans made years ago, a melody slowly began to form as she played the instrument. She had been chosen as the new King ten years prior by the slates when the old "King" had finally passed on. She could still remember the rush of power as it over-filled her being and within the maelstrom of energy that swirled within her she had seen with perfect clarity, if even for a moment, what would be her legacy.

She began to put her plans into effect almost immediately, with the power granted by the slates, she came to rule her home world of Lumea fiarelor. Her first goal had been to "upgrade" her world, as it had been living in a relative dark age with only one city that employed any level of technology and was the only city that had any kind of trade. For her plans, she required the boons that came with a world that made use of technology to a much greater degree and the massive amounts of money from export trading. So she had set out to better her world and after ten long years she had finally reached the point she needed to begin the next stage of her plans. In a few days time her ship the "Tarakona", would be ready and she would be off to the world of elves to meet with the King that ruled there.

The melody from the harp formed itself into a calming, almost angelic song, the music echoing down the empty halls of where she lived.

 

[Raina Reader]

The faint rattling of trinkets accompanied the soft plucking of harp strings could be heard as a strange figure slithered from the dark hall below into the ray of sunlight shining from the window. Unlike the woman toying with the harp, the scales of this figure were not of vivid, beautiful colors but muted tones of greys and blacks, only contrasted by the bright golden jewelery she adorned.

Slithering along the ground because she did not have legs but a long snake-like body from the torso down. Dividing this was a golden sash with a blood ruby in the center, the only form of clothing this creature wore aside from matching bracelets around her wrists. Above the waist was the smooth grey skinned, naked body of a woman with bright, crimson eyes and long raven locks. This creature was known as a Naga and was merely one of the many reptilian races that lived on Lumea fiarelor.

Vixaela slithered closer to the other woman, encircling her with her long snake-like body until she had wrapped herself around her just delicately enough as not to interrupt the music being played.

"My King, I sssavour your melodiesss." She hissed affectionately, her head falling to rest on her shoulder as she watched those fingers pluck lazily along the harp strings.

"I imagine your actionsss through the universsse in thessse coming daysss will be jussst asss elegant."

She knew what her King planned and it excited her to no end because she worshiped Ailith, no one could come close to her magnificence.

Her eyes closed as she listened to the soothing, angelic melody, her tongue reflexively flicking and dancing along the skin of Ailiths neck, her breath slowing as she became lost in its beauty and the overall calm that her king exuded. The music brought her back to a darker time, a decade prior when the lands far from the only civilized city were brutal and reckless. To a time when she fell into a bog after fleeing from predators. The day Ailith rescued her from a terrible slow death was also the day she vowed to devote her existence to her.

"When do we depart to the land of the filthy elvessss? And how long mussst you play to their favor before you can take your rightful place as their King?"