Thread: Winning a Kingdom (Xavierrol and Emmie)

So if I were a prisoner of your father, I would be dead. He told her in a voice devoid of emotion or judgement, as if he simply accepted the fact as not at all unreasonable. Do you really think I brought you here to help me rule lands I have already won? To have you make peasants want to bow to me when I ride past them? His passion was rising, she may have been surrounded by men all her life, but they were civilized men, accustomed to deferring to her father and by extension her. Xavier watched with some amusement as the princess and the smith struggled to come to terms with each other. Verbally and intellectually she was a force to be reckoned with and he knew she was at least partially right about the peasants. Physically though, she was a young and inexperienced woman, not much more than a girl. Xavier could sense her arousal building despite or perhaps because of her pride being so thoroughly ignored. That was certainly her weak spot, the point of maximum vulnerability for her. He did not get to where he was today by not seeing and exploiting weakness. He watched as she seemed to make the smith cower with just the intensity of her regal gaze. Do you think you are better than Ericsson here, just because you are royal? He held her from behind, pulling her arms back and thrusting her perfect breasts forward towards the cowed craftsmen. At the mention of his name and his leader's verbal support the smith again ogled Thea's bare breasts. Whether he couldn't meet her gaze directly or simply chose not to was anyone's guess. I was a peasant once, even more lowly than Ericsson here. He told her. Do you think I was as content as the peasants you speak of? Once they were alone he continued. I sent my own riders out to keep the peasants in place and they will tend to the farms and the mines. If you care for your former people you will do what you can to limit the bloodshed and chaos, but one way or another they are staying where they are. He smiled at her terms, wanting to become his wife. Is that a proposal? He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. She really was more vulnerable than she let on, he found it somewhat surprising that she was every bit as concerned about appearance as she was about reality. That was another weakness. Perhaps I am old fashioned, or maybe it is just my peasant upbringing, but I think there should be some courtship if there is to be a wedding. He came around in front of her once more, his eyes caressing every curve of her nearly naked body. You are here to carry my heir, do not forget that. He pressed her back against a wooden frame that acted as a wall, pressing her body between it and the hard strength of his own body. It is up to you how much you enjoy it or despise it.' His thick arousal pressed into her belly as he reached back and took hold of her hair. Pulling her head back he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His free hand reached up, the back of his fingers brushing the outer swell of her breast before tracing down her flank then up again, idly exploring her body and sensing her reactions. He kissed her mildly twice but then parted his lips, his tongue sweeping her lips gently, more of a suggestion than a battering ram, at least for now.