Thread: For the rest of your life. [Wreckles & Cal]

Shortly thereafter exiting his chambers Turyn spotted Ser Meril in the corner of his eye, the man had talent for appearing whenever the Prince required him to. Albeit the good thing about Meril was that not only was he loyal and adequate for a lieutenant, but for his ways of working behind the scenes - a quality Turyn put high value on. When Turyn nodded towards him Meril approached. There was no one in earshot, nor in sight, and even if they were the two men could keep a conversation private in the most cramped of situations. You have a task for me? Meril began with his usual raspy voice and Turyn turned towards him, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword and back straightened up as if looking down on his subordinate, it was a difficult feat no doubt considering that Meril was the taller one here. Size didn't matter though and Turyn was the first to acknowledge that, the late queen of Jryl had been about 5 foot tall and still inspired and culled her subjects like a farmer with his dogs. Well she would find it difficult to look down on anything ever since Turyn himself had wielded the decapitating axe which robbed her of that precious head of hers. If I was a Lernisian, and knew of this mission, then I would consider myself... Obliged to take action. We will be traveling with caravan by the high road, in good protection indeed but I know what a good forest can do to something considered impenetrable. For a moment Turyn smirked to himself, even talking about such things sent his blood flowing again and he dearly hoped they would indeed get ambushed. Which is why you will take five of our best scouts and ride out tonight, establish a surveillance on the high road and most importantly the woods. I'm not going to give you more men, I want information and eyes, not swords and loud armors that will give away our position before we even know so. Turyn paused and took a slow deep breath. That is all, dismissed. Without waiting for a acknowledgement, or questions from Meril, Turyn turned his back against his lieutenant and steered his steps into his original destination. As he strode through the hallways his thoughts flowed into the direction of the lady of Lernis, Merissa. Pregnant was she? Lernis had been no small kingdom and no small feat to conquer, while the king and queen were supplanted since long he remembered Merissa well, a beauty, both in appearances and ways. Did the lord and lady think that they were about to give birth to some rebellious leader perhaps? It was not the idea that she would give birth that bothered him, but because he knew that the people of Lernis yearned for retribution against the humiliating blow dealt against them. He would have to go there and bring order, admonish the people of their failure. Just as he finished his inner thoughts he found himself staring at the decorated wooden door - depicting a naked woman bathing in a hot spring. He swung it open and entered only to be greeted by a restrained shrill of one of the maids. Cocking an eyebrow Turyn ignored her, wearing quite little clothing as was custom for a servant in the baths - there was actually a small room for the servants to change clothing in. She rushed towards him, blushing with either anger embarrassment or something else Turyn could not put a finger on. Your highness! Please leave immediately, your sister is using the bath-- Turyn interrupted her by placing his hand on her mouth which effectively silenced her, bored with her musings Turyn lazily replied I am aware of that fact, I was the one who sent her here. That was all Turyn would ever say to the maid, dismissing her out of his mind he turned corners into the royally decorated marble chamber and finding the naked shape of his younger sister in the hot waters. No doubt she had heard him arrive but he acted as if it was of no consequence, in truth he couldn't remember the last time they had bathed together. Glaring down at her, the faint smirk on his features barely visible, he began to undress, unbuttoning his linen tunic. Turns out that I was indeed correct in my initial deduction, Calyce. You ARE a woman. Turyn scoffed and shook his head, as if the idea had only now lingered on his mind. Yet he made no pause to undress, he wasn't interested in protests or anything she had to say, thus he dismissed her words. Taking off his shirt and pushed it into the arms of the now blushing and silence maid from before. Oh no, please, by all means stay and accompany me Cal. We are going on a trip together! How fun it shall be to get out of the walls again, to a northern barbaric area no less! He made another scoff and with ease he got out of his boots before unbuttoning his pants, a slight yelp from the maid could be heard when he was completely naked in front of the two women. No doubt the maid was torn between getting flogged by the Princess for allowing such a thing to happen to her. Or flogged, whipped and beaten by the Prince for speaking out against him, she feared the Prince, she did not fear Calyce. Turyn carried himself with a deadly grace about him, like a panther prowling, always ready to pounce. Which only became more and more apparent by the lack of clothing to restrain his movements. The steam picked at his skin but it had been heated by the hot water Calyce was submerged in and for the moment it just felt soothing. If Calyce had inherited her mothers shapes and forms, which were alluring to every man with desire, then Turyn had inherited a good quality from his father - a large penis. Even in a flaccid state it held a length of six inches and a pleasant girth to boot. Stepping inside the hot waters at the opposite end of Calyce, Turyn felt the pleasant heat rushing through his body and enveloping his shapes. Staring at her with his unyielding gaze, not at her curvaceous yet lithe form of body but directly into her eyes. Silence fell over the sibling pair. After a few moments Turyn broke it, refusing to look at anything else but her with that penetrative gaze of his. Then he took to words, in an almost casual tone Tell me little sister, are you a virgin? cocking an eyebrow at the question, Turyn had not been keeping tabs on his sister like he had on their father with his spy network. Somehow he felt Calyce was simply too orderly to step out to something like that, it was not considered proper for a Princess before she had found a suitor. Turyn however was the stark contradiction to that, having had females from all backgrounds, from barmaids and servants to high ladies of other cities and kingdoms. It was one thing him and his father could relate to, their incredible libido and unsatisfying urges. It didn't take a firm understanding the mentality of a human to see that this conversation and actions of his brother clearly bothered Calyce, which Turyn only took as an invitation to keep pushing at it. Finally he let go of his gaze and stared at the roof instead, the servant came back and poured a bucket of hot water into the pool while Turyn went on. Has it ever crossed your mind that we might not be the only children inheriting the Daroni name? Turyn put his well toned arms around the marble edge of the pool, he was like a king in here and this was his domain. I mean surely you must have heard how much mother and father were fucking all the time when we were younger? I can't remember how many times I've walked in on them while mother was moaning like a bitch in heat and father pounding her from behind. He put a emphasis on the word fucking, and while mentioning the degrading posture of their mother he turned back his eyes to his sister again, a content smirk very visible on his features. In a menacing tone he added You look JUST like her. A moment passed and now the unyielding gaze from Turyn's eyes had transformed into something different, something predatory and Calyce was his prey. She was no match for him, never had been and he enjoyed tormenting her like this. Pureblooded and beautiful, Calyce had become a fine woman now. Slowly he got up, his chest heaving up and down with every breath, the water trickled off his shapes as he stood up and observed her. Turyn knew that his cock had become slightly more rigid, barely noticeable but he knew, and Calyce knew. Breaking the tensity by shifting to his normal tone of voice Turyn said Well we can't stay in the baths until our skin comes off, we're having a family dinner tonight - upon mother's request - and she would be furious if one of us were to be late. With that said he took a agile step out of the pool, the servant rushed up to him with fresh clothing, almost identical to what he had been wearing previously and helped him fit into it, the blushed cheeks never ceasing to exist. When he was fully dressed Turyn struck the servant with the back of his palm without warning, quick like a viper. Immediately the servant lost balance, cried out and fell to the floor and started to sob. You should treat your Prince with more respect, servant . And be thankful that I let you keep that head of yours. Without looking back Turyn exited the baths.