Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Light filtering in through the window stirred Saren from sleep. He turned over in his bed unhappily, the thought of tossing the sheets off of himself not the most appealing thought. Of course when he turned over to see one of the cute new maids naked in his bed the prospect of removing the silk sheets did become less horrifying. A smirk found its way to his lips as he reached up and yanked the covers away, revealing a rather attractive young lady underneath them and making her stir awake suddenly. He simply grinned wider, moving over and flipping on top of the cutie, looking down at her with every intention of devouring her again this morning as he had the night before. Unfortunately his fun was ended by an all too familiar sound, his brother Kilel's voice, Saren, you have already spent long enough in your bed, get dressed and come immediately, father requires you. Before Saren could even turn and make a snide comment his brother was gone, leaving him irritated as was the norm. He couldn't disobey a summons from his father though, it would lead to nothing good and the last thing he needed was to anger his father. Reluctantly he slipped off of the girl and bed entirely, and walked over to a set of wooden drawers, rooting around for something suitable to wear in public, since that was the only reason his father ever called for him. He took a moment to turn around as he looked through his clothing, giving the maid a once over before waving her away to which she quickly complied, dressing and dashing out. Saren proceeded to throw on a red silk shirt and some white cotton trousers. Saren proceeded to head to the throne room where his father was no doubt waiting and Saren already knew why. Whenever something happened in the public it was his job to participate or appear in public, from tournaments to caravans it was always his job as the second prince to take the risk and be the public face of the Niordan household. He wasn't always the best face, often times flirting or doing whatever he wanted, but the king and queen always gave him whatever he wanted, keeping him happy so he would behave, because he was the face of the family. Saren was known in their kingdom for so many things, one of these was his appearance, his jet black hair and sharp blue eyes mesmerizing the subjects of the land. He had a few tattoos hidden on his body and while those were known to a few in the kingdom, most of the people who saw it kept it secret where they were, most of them being fair maidens and some even wed women. He was also known for his skills in combat, the tournament champion at many a kingdoms games and undefeated at their kingdoms games. It all culminated into him representing his family and their people, for better or worse he was the public face. So when he arrived in the throne room he knew what was going to happen. His father continued to sit, looking at Saren and then over to Kilel who had no doubt informed their father of this mornings bed guest. Nothing was said though, as seemed to be a tradition in their family for most things, keeping quiet and letting problems simply go away without mention. What he did saw was exactly what was expected. Saren. There has been a caravan of gypsies who arrived today, they set up shop in the courtyard near the market district. I want you to go and have a look, let people see you. Now Saren knew better than to question his father for no matter what he would end up going to the gypsies. What he did know he could get away with was requesting a bit of freedom. So he simply smiled and bowed. Of course father, though I believe I will purchase some items while I am away, make a day of it if I must go. I will simply do as usual and charge everything to the castle. Before his father could say a word, assuming he would, Saren turned and walked out, leaving his brother Kilel fuming and himself entertained. Departing the keep of their castle on foot he walked a ways down the street, no servants or bodyguards, just the addition of a sword to his attire. Not that he had many assassination attempts but he had a way of causing trouble that made him need the weapon every so often. As he walked people waved and stared at him, peasants and more prominent citizens alike seeming to find it odd that he was out even though it wasn't the first time by any means. It always confused him how much wonder people seemed to get out of seeing him, his identity as a prince baffling the normal person so it seemed. It wasn't all bad though, it allowed him his choice of woman for the most part and was quite entertaining to say the least. Of course none of that really mattered, what did matter was checking out the gypsy group and seeing what they had to offer, making his appearance and seeing what wares were brought with them. He took a deep breath and joined the crowds moving about, looking at the toys and oddities that the caravan contained, looking around and seeing all kinds of interesting items. None of them really caught his fancy though. Alcohol and women were about all he really went for, a few trinkets here and there but nothing much else. He usually did find something of interest at these things though, whether it be a certain member of the group that wet his appetite or some interesting item from a faraway country. On this trip something that fell under both of those categories caught his attention quickly. It was a beautiful woman, maybe one of the most exotic he had ever seen, and she was an elf which made it all the more tempting. Saren was no fool though, he knew how the gypsies guarded their members but there was a chance, a chance he could have his fun with an Elven beauty and he wasn't about to give that up for anything. So the prince without hesitation walked through the crowd and towards the elf, people watching as he approached her, many already knowing why no doubt but those who looked at him got a small wink. He wasn't the only one looked at the beauty though, many a children and other adults were watching or gathering around to look at the strange woman. Saren took it a step farther though, stepping out of the crowd and walking right up next to her, a smile on his face as he looked down at her, being taller despite her height at 6'1. And as confident as ever he proceeded to introduce himself, only leaving out the prince part. Hello beautiful, my name is Saren. Who might you be? He said casually, getting nervous looks from some of the gypsies who knew him all too well, but it was too late now.