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Thread: Royal Mess

Mira raised her eyebrows a little at his sexual induendo, but shrugged and sipped her wine. Well, I certainly don't want to deal with much tonight, she quipped in her french accent. However, I'm not sure you can keep many men at bay. I know it sounds as if I'm being... arrogant. However, I'm the first one to admit that men only hang on my every word because they think I might actually decide to marry them an give my kingdom up to them. She smiled at him, though their was bitterness in that smile. But if you have any ideas on how to keep the greedy ones away... I'm open to anything. With that, she looked in the full length mirror at her self. Mira was a curvy girl like in the image in the last post, and with that came body image issues. It was obvious in the way she looked at her self, so calculating in the way that she pulled at her dress. Salem sighed and nodded, reaching up to rub his eyes. They are half brothers, he admitted, then shook his head. No, you didn't.... You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just trying to decide what to do. It isn't everyday that a girl washes up on the beach with no memory. He reached up and tugged at his dark hair, looking frustrated. His family already had issues with their reputation, so this was definitely the last thing they needed. However, he couldn't not help her. Look, we will have to figure something out. Because... Well, I'm not sure what to do here. I don't exactly live alone.
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Well, I stand in line to inherit a country to big for one person. No reason t want your kingdom.He said sounding thoughtful before watching her, tilting his head slightly.Hmm anything?He smirked stepping up behind her gently sliding his fingers along the edge of the dress before stepping back.Come. my parents are waiting, I shall think about how to keep the others way rom you, your majesty.He said smiling softly. Elizabeth looked relieved that she hadn't done something, before nodding, looking upset that she had made him worried.Oh.Yes, that would be something to think about.She said anxious, because she to wanted answers to how she'd ended up there, and it scared her that she didn't know. Glancing around her she swallowed, looking nervous.Well....I could....stay with you.Surely your brothers would not be to disturbed at the idea of you having a live in girlfriend....as to not freak them out...and I could stay at the house...while I try to recover...She said looking anxious and nervous, not sure what to think about the situaton
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Mira arched her eyebrow at him in the reflection of the mirror. All the reason to marry someone with experience in power, she said, then went back to analyzing her figure. When his hands moved up to barely caress the edges of the dress, chills ran up her spine. Her eyebrows shot up, and she looked at him with a blush to her cheeks. Mind your manners, my Lord, she warned, moving away from him and toward the door. Her maid came by, placing her crown atop her head. It sparkled and shined on her, but it look out of place in a way. Well, I'm all ears for your ideas. Salem bit his lip. I... I guess, he murmured, looking anxious. He'd need to sort all of this out in his head first... Look, do you mind staying here tonight? Tomorrow we will figure it out, but I need to go make sure kids are put to bed and homework is done and this probably isn't the best time to introduce a girlfriend to them that I have never talked about before... Looking uncomfortable and stressed, he stood up. I'll be back pretty early in the morning before work. I'll bring breakfast.
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True, but I am not inheriting. Elizabeth is, and she will be well suited for it. She's cold, and a vicious kind of control freak.Nikolai snickered smirking as he watched goosebumps raise along her skin, barely restraining the urge to lower his head and brush his lips across her bare shoulders.I always mind my manners, your majesty.He muttered before moving towards the door, wrinkling his nose a little as he looked at the crown, looking amused as they walked towards the ball room, resting her hand gently in the crook of his arm, I think I shall tell them Elizabeth has sought you out for her own lover. France and Russia, together. Now that would be enough to have any political man stepping back out of the storm that would be, and make all my threesome fantasies come true.He said snickering as he looked over at her as he led her downstairs,despite the easy teasing, the man looked ill at ease at the idea of going into that room. Elizabeth frowned at him trying to figure out what he was thinking before nodding.O-okay.She said her voice soft and sad as she settled back into bed. Not really upset about him leaving, but upset to be alone with no sense of where she was, or what was going to happen.Watching him leave she settled back into the bed,snuggling down to try and get some sleep. In the morning though, even though she had looked better the night before, she looked well,despite the slight flush to her skin, and the slight fever she was running. The cold water had gotten her sick, and while it wasn't bad yet, she was going to be sick if she didn't get it taken care of. Sitting up she looked around the room before standing, exploring the guest house because she didn't know where he was, and she didn't want to leave, not when she was sure it would upset salem if his brother's questioned her presence.
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Mira turned to look at him with amusement in her dark eyes. Threesome? You have a thing for your sister? she said, looking a little... Well, she didn't know what she thought. Well, it doesn't matter. You can keep fantasizing, My Lord, because I assure you that I will not be marrying you, nor your sister. See, I like the way things are. I like ruling my own country, and the last thing I need is a man who thinks he can rule France better than I can... As she said all of this, she kept her hand in the crook of his arm, her heart beating incredibly fast because of the way his muscles felt... She loved the way he towered over her made her feel young and feminine, something that she hardly felt like at home as Queen. Descending the staircase, Mira gave each person in the room a cordial smile and nod, her crown glittering atop her head. Her dress was made of a different style that the other women in the room, because it was common knowledge that France was ahead in fashion. The peach color of the dress brought out her skin tone, and even if she constantly worried about her weight, she looked incredibly feminine among the stick thin girls in the room. Nikolai! the King called, walking up to him and Mira. He bowed to the Queen of France, then pulled his taller son down to murmured something quietly in his ear. He looked distressed, and even if she couldn't hear what he was saying, Mira's brows furrowed in concern. Your sister, the King murmured, Her plan crashed above the ocean... Things are showing up along the eastern coast of North America, but... she has not been found. The only people they have found are dead. He pulled back at looked at his son with pain in his eyes. The King was much different than other royal fathers, much different that Mira's father had been while living. He loved his children, and his heart was breaking at he idea that his sweet Elizabeth could be dead. Salem came into the guest room with a tray of coffee, orange juice, eggs and toast. He sat it on the bed, looking at Elizabeth with an awkward expression. Sorry, he murmured, I'm not much of a cook. He nodded to the food, then sat a bag on one of the card board boxes on the floor. Opening it up, he pulled out a few simple items of clothing that looked about her size. With his step brother around, there were lots of women's clothing in his room. He had a new girl every week, which was while Salem demanded that he made the basement into his room. The last think the younger boys needed to hear was Jeremy fucking some random girl from the bar... But, on a positive note, Salem was able to find a few shirts, a pair of jeans, some underwear which he didn't look at the sizes of them, because it made him feel weird and a decent looking denim jacket. First off, here are some clothes. The boys are at school and Jeremy will be asleep until... Well, whenever he decides to wake up, so I figured once you get done eating, you can come inside and shower... He frowned at her, noticing she was a little flushed. Looks like you might be sick... I have some medicine inside too. He pointed to her breakfast. Go on. I'll talk while you eat.
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Haven't you heard?I'm the sexual deviant of the young royals now.He snickered a little before smirkng.Truly, I don't, but it freaks Elizabeth out when I say things like that.He smirked as they walked, amused at her answer. It wasn't often that he was ever interested in just talking to a woman, but something about this queen amused him. Nodding and greeting as he smiled at the people they past he studied the room before paling a little at the look on his father's face. For once so distracted by the sight of his father, that he wasn't paying attention to the woman on his arm. Turning his head slightly towards his father the pain that flikered aross his fae was well hidden before anyone could really see it, though it felt like someone had just hit him with a bat. I...Nikolai stopped staring at his father as the thought truly got through to him. Really realizing what it meant. Not only was his twin, the woman that even if they fought, had always been there, gone, but the tsarina was gone....he was truly the her of russia if she was gone, and that was nearly as crippling a thought as the idea of his sister being gone. Swallowing hard he turned to the french queen looking down at her, Would you care for a dance, your majesty?He asked after a moment, needing something to concentrate on, and touching this beautiful woman might just do it. It looks good still.I am sure you are a fine cook.Elizabeth said frowning in bemusement at the food, as if even if she didn't remember she knew that it was not normal for her to be eating such a simple breakfast. Smiling as he started to eat she glanced over at him, .She muttered before looking startled, as if even saying thank you, she hadn't really been aware of what she was saying.Thank you...those should fit.She said after a moment as she looked at the clothes before nodding.A shower would be nice.I...I feel...sticky?Gooey?She said after a moment looking confused at the slang, because for her, american slang was odd,My skin feels weird.She said after a moment before finishing her food smiling as she stood.Thank... you for...taking care of me.She said the words oddly spaced and slow, as if trying to express more feelings then she was used to, at least in english ,and the syntatcs for the words were confusing her
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Mira looked slightly confused, for she could see the pain that painted the man's handsome face. She had not expected him to asked her to dance. Ah... Well, sure, she murmured, A dance would be lovely, my Lord. She let him lead her out to the dance floor, then twirled into him. The french and the Russians danced a little differently. The French danced with more twirls, and they danced a little sexier. Because, well, the french loved to be sexy... Mira twirled into his arms, just as she would have at home, and looked up at him with interest. She may not be interested in marrying anyone that could steal her power, but that didn't mean she didn't liked to be viewed as sexy. And by the looks of the nobles around the room, she was good at it. If only her insecurities aloud her to see that. What's wrong? she murmured in her accent that was much different from his. Her eyebrows furrowed with concern. Salem, for the first time, let a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. It was obvious that English wasn't her first language, and he had to admit... it was cute. Your skin is salty from the ocean, he murmured, Haven't you ever been to the beach... Elizabeth? Wait. I'm sorry. Do you have a nickname or something. Lizzy? Beth? He tilted his head to the side, so different from the men back at home. He was far from used to being formal. Ah, well, the clothes are from girls that my brother has brought home. I washed them, so they are safe. He shrugged and leaned against the door, for he felt weird sitting on the bed wth her. You're welcome, he said, And, uh... You will be a new girlfriend that is staying with me until you can find an apartment down here. You're from Harvard. That's where we met a few years ago before I had to leave, and we just got back in touch. He tilted his head to the side, hoping that she could stick to the game plan, not thinking that she may want to know more about himself. He was just so not used to talking about his history, family, or himself.
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Nikolai smiled as he stepped onto the dance floor with her,Nikolai please, my lord is my father. Makes me look around to see where he is.Nikolai muttered smiling as they danced, the pain fading for a moment as he helped the girl twirl in his arms. Despite being russian, he partied to much to not be aware of the other courts dances, and this, well he preferred the french way of dancing. It kept a woman more firmly pressed up against him, and he definately wanted to feel this pretty queen against him. Looking down at her pain and the debate of weather to trust her showing in his eyes before he dipped his head, his lips brushing against her ear, because he didn't wnt everone to know yet,but for some reason, he trusted her. Elizabeth's plane went down over the pacific this afternoon. No one's been found alive, and she's missing.He muttered raising his head enough to meet her eyes, the loss of his twin showing in those chocolate brown eyes, of a pain so deep that it could be crippling to the tsarvich. Oh.Yes.That makes sense.She said at his words, nodding as she thought about it because she felt grimy. Tilting her head she shook her head a little, looking thoughful. I...I do not think so. I don't remember.she said looking scared as she scrambled for the memory, before looking up at him.Beth....beth would be fine.She said after a moment trying to relax, even as stomach turning fear gripped her. She was alone, with a man she didn't know, and even if he was being kind to her, she had no memory of who she was, or how she'd gotten there. I...I can do that.She answered before biting her lip, teeth nibbling at the plump flesh.Harvard is a law school is it not?She said as only a european could. Say harvard to any american, and they'd know what you were talking about. Only a european with their history of even more ancient schools, couldn't automatically figure out the school. Do...do I need to know more about you?What would have you told me?She asked, looking worried, wanting to know how much she needed to be ready to be questioned on by his brothers.
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Mira smirked a bit, tilting her head to the side. Fine... Nikolai, she murmured, his name rolling off her tongue. And to be fair, call me Mira. Biting her lip, she allowed her body to move with his, pressing against his toned, masculine form. It was magical, sexual, and absolutely dangerous. She was french, and since she inherited the crown by birth, she was no virgin. However, she stayed inactive in order to keep respect and to make sure that the men of her court knew that their sexual endeavors meant nothing to her. But this man... this man that was dancing with her was different. She knew that he could be trouble just by the way he made her body heat up... She listened to him, paying no attention from the looks that they were getting from nobles for their close contact, and frowned. Nikolai... I'm so sorry, she whispered, her heart tightening at the news. She knew how he felt. She felt the same way when her beloved mother passed away when she was young, leaving her with an awful stepmother. I am sure we can leave after a few dances. I'll blame it on being tired from travel, and you are keeping me company, the young Queen murmured, You will keep the men away, and I can get you away from all of these people when the news breaks out. We can even drink your Russian alcohol. She gave him a smile, something she rarely gave anyway. But she knew she could not leave him looking so blue... The French Queen may have looked like a bitch, but she had a lovely heart once you got to know her. Beth, he murmured, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. He tilted his head to the side at the obviously european girl. I wasn't studying law. I was studying journalism, but you could have studied law... I mean, that's what Harvard is known for. I just went to an extension school... He scratched the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable talking about himself to this stranger. Salem was a very private person. He shook his head. I'm sure you will find out stuff as you go, he said, avoiding the conversation. My brothers probably won't ask a lot of questions... Just go with it... He nodded to the house. Come on. Let's go back to the house. With that, he went through the door, leaving it open for him to follow.
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Nikolai smiled at her using his name, smirking as he looked down at her, hands keeping to the proper spots as they danced, but the movement of his body against hers left no question that he was a man who knew exactly what to do with his body and how very good looking he ws. Thank you....or someone who has never met Elizabeth, that sounded sincere.He muttered not questioning it or mocking her but so used to false sentiments from courtiers that he found her genuine concern for him odd and endearing all at once. Laughing he grinned, though it sounded pain, like swallowing glass. I can keep you company however you wish, my lady.He teased before nodding Smiling back at her, a true rare smile, not the fake one he gave everyone. LLeading her through the dances he was moving mechanically, almost as if he wasn't really there anymore.And he wasn't. At least not in his head. His mind was a million miles away, thinking about the twin that if she wasn't dead, was scared and probalby hurt.Which didn't make it any better. Making his way to his father's side after a few dances he made their excuses, knowing for once his father would not yell at him for sneaking out of a party, leading her back up to her rooms he asked a maid to go get a bottle of vodka and some champagne for her, holding the champagne bottle out towards her.I thought you would like your weak french stuff.he said, it was the kindest things he'd ever said about any other country's alcohol. Slumping back on the couch he looked up at her looking tired and so very confused. ...Bethy's always been there.I...I can't do this.he said after a moment. Beth looked up at the sound of her name on his lips, liking the sound of it on his lips before nodding. Okay.she said at his words about the school, willing to do whatever he wanted, since he was being so kind about helping her. Standing she following him across the yard to the house, looking comfortable and a little odd in the normal clothes instead of the designer clothes that she got at home. Hell, her wardrobe could have probably paid to redo his whole house, and that was just what she bought for this year, not anything else. Following him inside she let him show her how to use the shower, getting out after she cleared up she looked even more adorable and cute then she had before when she cleaned up, her hair starting to curl again as it started to dry, looking flushed and warm.You said you had medicine?she asked as she walked back into the room with him.
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Mira took the bottle of champagne, raising her eyebrow at him. I thought I said we would drink your hideous Russia alcohol, she murmured, grabbing a glass and holding it out to him to pour some of his vodka in her glass. She took a big gulp of it, nearly choking. When she did, she looked her age. Just a young, twenty year old girl who was thrust in a position that she was in no way ready for, but she tried her hardest. Ah, yes, she murmured, her french accent twirling through the air, I'm sure that this is not what is expected... She looked at him, noting his genuine expression. It was odd to see a man that was being real, not a kiss ass. It was refreshing. I was not particularly ready for the throne when it was given to me. I was not eighteen yet, and I was barely a woman... But you are older, wiser. And you have living parents. She shrugged. You will still have a while before you would have to inherit anything... She sighed, hating that she couldn't offer more condolences. Losing a loved one... It's hard. You lose a part of yourself. She blushed a little at her on words, taking a swig of the vodka before turning away from him. Will you unzip my dress, my L - I'm mean, Nikolai? she asked, I'd like to get into something more comfortable... While this was true, she really just wanted to get out of the dress because she hated her body in it. She just didn't feel pretty, and that was easily seen by the tightly laced corset that she wore underneath. Salem took note at the clean, refreshed looking girl. She looked... cute with her hair all curled around her face. He sighed. Damn. He felt like a character in Little Mermaid. Yea, I do, he murmured, walking into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of cough medicine, figuring she was getting a cold. Take a spoonful of that. With that, he turned away and sat down at the counter with a newspaper, a cup of coffee, and a little television on the counter that was turned on to the news. She hoped she wouldn't ask questions. Like why there were no pictures in the house, why the house looked so shitty, why there were no parents... He hated reliving the past, because he couldn't trust people with his secrets. They always ended up looking down upon him and his family. Taking a piece of paper, Salem quickly jotted a few things down. When he handed it to her, it was scribbled names and ages. You need to try to remember those, because if you were really someone I was dating, I'd atleast tell you that... Carter is 18 and Kendal is 17. The both go to the highschool up the street. Kendal is a fantastic football player but is lazy in school... Kendal is the opposite. He loves school and is on the debate team. The twins are 13, and trust me, they are little shits. They are smart as hell and will try to confuse you and they are always fighting... Felix is the youngest. He's shy and doesn't talk much, so don't get offended if he doesn't pay you much mind... He shrugged. And Jeremy is my age. He's my stepbrother, and if I had something nice to say about him, I would. However, I don't. He shrugged, then looked back down at his newspaper.