Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

This is a continuation from a PM RP. As Solveig stepped out of their carriage, her eyes took in the building before them. It felt uncanny. There was something about it.. the gravity of the situation suddenly seemed to weigh upon her. After tonight, they would have to dance their dance far more careful. They were to go to an unknown kingdom, to unknown people, straight into the devils den. Not that they were unfamiliar with acts of the devil.. Her eyes moved from the Goosefeather Inn to Daycen who was standing besides her. She felt an involuntary smile tug at her lips. Their relationship had developed into something so unhealthy, full of debauchery and sin. It was beyond wrong, they were dancing to the devils song, and if they were to be ever found out, a fate worse than death would surely greet them. Solveig nearly pounced Daycen right then and there. The smile was reserved just for him, a brief, intimate smile. When her eyes danced back to the Goosefeather Inn, her apprehension returned. They had to discuss what they were going to do about Brianen and the marriage proposal. This mission was a reconnaisance one, they had to scout if the Kingdom had enough means, military and otherwise, to resist a war. They had to discover if it was beneficial for Daycen to be married off to the wench. Daycen marrying Brianen would mean Solveigs betrothal to General Achard. It was a feat neither sibling wanted to accomplish or see through. They needed a battle plan. A strategy. At the moment, they had neither. Neither sibling could stay away from each other long enough to form a normal sentence, let alone discuss their future. It made Solveig smile again, despite herself. They had a few more hours together before they would have to put up the charade of loathing brother and sister. General Achard was well on his way to some godforsaken mission she sent him on, Brianen was back at her kingdom, all pining away over Solveigs brother. The little cunt would never be able to get close to Daycen, not his cock nor his heart. Then again, Daycens heart didnt really belong to Solveig, did it? The thought came to her unbiddingly. Their relationship was carnal and of the flesh. There was no room for expressions of love and caring. Heck, not two fortnights prior, they were ready to slit eachothers throats. Solveig snapped out of her thoughts when the innkeeper approached them. He was full of bows and words of courtesy, and Solveig slipped into her role easily enough. Despite the fact that her and Daycen had changed their relationship from hate to lust, she was still the greedy stuck-up little princess. Innkeep, weve had a long journey, spare us your drivel and escort us to our chambers. And a hot bath better be waiting for me. Whilst she had enjoyed her and Daycens little playtime in the carriage, and it was absolutely exhilarating that she could still taste his cock upon her tongue, the carriage ride had been long and as comfortable as carriage rides would go. She wanted a hot bath, her brothers fingers on her skin and his cock buried deep inside her. Solveig knew that they would have to wait, though. Sneaking around in the palace was treacherous and difficult enough. In this inn, where the walls were thin and they could get caught even more easily? No. Theyd have to wait. And so they were taken to their chambers. Prince and Princess had opposite rooms in the far left wing, as befitting to their status. The guards had rooms at the end of the corridor, giving them peace, but not nearly enough. Little twins screams would be heard. The inn was rented out to the royal ensemble, however, the grand hall of the inn was filled with patrons. Old men and young women, looking for entertainment and drinks alike. They would be gone by the end of the night, but Solveig still grimaced and shot a disapproving look to the Innkeeper. He flushed crimson, and instantly started making excuses. He didnt anticipate the arrival, only having received the raven a few hours prior. The guests would be gone soon, he ensured. Cretins, all of them. Solveig didnt spare them another glance, they were not worthy of that. They arrived at their chambers, and Solveig shot Daycen a last look over her shoulder before she disappeared in her room. It was small, mundane and really below someone of her rank. It would have to suffice... Solveig had half expected Daycen to come knocking on her door. Unfortunately, he didnt, either he had grown smart and wise, or he was otherwise being occupied. Daycen was raised in the ways of warfare, was captain and held command over the royal army.. it was his duty to check out the Goosefeather Inn. Find trapdoors, secret passageways, and ensured the safety of their party. -- Solveig was pleased that a bath had been prepared for her, after all. After an hour of bathing and another half hour of making herself presentable, Solveig emerged from her chambers. The clothes she wore was simply and befitting of someone of her status. A long, high-wasted emerald green skirt, and a lighter green hued bodice. Her long black hair was still slightly damp, bound together in a tight ponytail. Solveig looked every bit the part of dutiful princess. And this dutiful princess was absolutely famished. She knew the royal ensemble would not be waiting for prince and princess to supp. But, she was required to make an appearance, mingle with those beneath her. She honestly didn't understand how her parents had ever endured it. Hopefully, by now, the other commoners had cleared out. She briefly considered knocking upon Daycens door, and lingered for just a heartbeat.. until she decided against it and moved down the corridor. The guards were already downstairs, from the sounds of it, a ruddy bunch.