Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Achard The plan went from bad to worse and Achard still cursed himself for the folly of it all. He was near enough guilty of slaying the twins within minutes of one another. If not by his own hands, his actions. He should have known better than to put faith in the men of the woods and mountains. Barbarians. Incapable of control, it seemed. Despite this, he knew it was by his own haste and lazy plotting that was to blame. He supposed it was the equivalent of putting a wild beast down for biting at a reaching hand. One should know better, and yet it would be the beast punished. Just as it was now and the good General sent the command for vengeance in the name of his own house and that of the King. His own men would do the deed, though not the like he trusted most. The Innkeeps bandit problem and his own would be solved soon enough. Off the letter went to slay men. Later in the day General Achard held meet with the Briannens father. A nights rest was granted for in response of the attack, but account was to be given on the morrow. The arrival was panic instead of celebration. Daycen was recovering, slowly, to be sure, but Solveigs wound cut deep and blood was lost. His prize, his queen to be. If she would perish, all would be for nothing and he had yet to have opportunity to visit the lovely, brother-fucking, princess. Regardless of the taint, Achard would have his title and power and ensure it with this, as soon as the time for the threat came. The ambush was sudden, your grace. Given the circumstances, the company acted as best they could. If only myself and my own men could have reached the encounter sooner Achard trailed off, as if taken back by the thought, one fist clenching. It was nice touch. Returning to form appropriate in the presence of this King a moment later, he informed him of the plan to eradicate whomever foolish enough to attack royalty. Your daughters betrothed, your grace, Lord Daycen will be avenged. I promise you and you, milady. A bit of a bow and enough and enough, the king rambled on with his praise and thanks. His leave was made shortly after and he would await in his chambers now for word of Solveig and Briannen, whom he was to meet as soon as the appropriate moment presented itself. It wasnt quite the desired outcome, but so long as his princess lived and Daycen was within the kingdom, it wouldnt be long now before all was set right. Daycen Consciousness came and went for the prince as the remainder of the road was traveled. Despite someones best attempts to bandage his wounds, the arrows that had punctured his arm and leg gave him a world of pain and infection and fever and dreams. Proper treatment wouldnt come until the arrival at the castle, but the men did their best. Harvesting what foliage they could to keep both he and his sister alive. Not that he even knew what fate had befallen his twin. Whenever he would slip out of his dream world and enter that of agony and the fucking rattle and bumping of the carriage that seemed so much more prominent than ever before. Rest, They would tell him. you must rest, my Prince. Fuck rest, where is my sister? Where is Solvi? He heard himself ask, half delirious from whatever herbs they forced into him and half from whatever pain he was fighting. He heard himself ask the question, but an answer never came. Perhaps it was only a dream. Maybe he never spoke at all. Could be a lot of things, Daycen found it hard to tell reality from what was not. He would awake suddenly within the confines of a room. It was warm and the bed was comfortable and proper medicine numbed his pain and eased his fever and staved infection. The words they offered him were those of assurance. Strangers approving of his condition. Once Briannen came. Still he drifted as the medicine worked. He could vaguely feel her touch as his fingertips. This girl was to be his wife and she loved him, though he could not say the same for her. Still, for the first time in a very long while, Daycen felt bad and forced his fingers to curl around hers. The prince worried for his sister though and this girl was not her. Daycen wasnt a stupid man and as the storm of potions and lotions came to a slow, he begin to piece it together easily enough. Something had happened to his twin. He could feel it now, as clear as the pain was days before. How could he not have felt it sooner, it was overwhelming and he prayed to whatever Gods would listen to a sister-fucking prince that she was alright. Another time, Achard came to him. Daycen was much better by then. The General gave his apologies, wishing he could have arrived sooner and prevent the madness. I saw your valor in battle as I came upon the ambush, milord. It may comfort you some small bit to know the man you struck you from behind met his end with my own sword through his belly. No honor amongst these wildmen. He explained the plan for retaliation and droned on a bit more, seeing to it that Daycen be noted for his skill. It never hurt to have another story build upon the history of a someday king. The prince couldnt help but wish it wasnt this General doing the telling. He hated the man, he thought as much before. But looking up and giving his own courtesies with a scratchy voice, he wanted nothing more than to plunge a dagger into this mans belly and wiggle it about. You may take my sister, but youll never have her. And then he was alone. Daycen was bitter now that he was better. Soon the marriage would come. Soon Daycen would say his goodbyes to his sister. The revolt against Fathers plans was nothing but comfort for two very confused souls. Oh, his sweet sister Solvi. The copy of whatever sort of fucked-up he was. It was insanity and it was fast becoming obvious that he may never reach the high that came with taking his own twin again. The way her tongue played within his mouth, the feel of his cock between her legs, her entrance soaking wet for him The images danced in his mind and he felt his member stiffen. He gave a sigh pushed the thoughts from mind. Eventually, he had learned her condition after they deemed him strong enough and clear-headed enough, the pain reliever all but gone from each treatment. I shall see her. He demanded at once. On the morrow, perhaps, milord. It is late and though you have pulled through the worse, were not quite confident you should be moving around. The old healer told him an old voice. Day remained calm, finding some peace of mind, at the last. She was alive. He sent the old man away and sank into bed once more. Solveig would either die or live. He would lose her, no matter the outcome, he briefly thought. If she dies, I will be the last one to have taken her. He closed his eyes, retracting such a ridiculous notion of jealousy at such a dire hour. Some perverse jest with himself, some attempt at coping. For he knew he would do anything if it meant his sister stay amongst the living and have her life.