Thread: An Empire in 100 Nights (Rosewood x LeatrixSage)

He listened to the queen's heartfelt confession and thought it a good thing. She trusted him with this intimate information and shared it freely. I understand, he said when she was finished. Please, feel free to retire. I understand that you are tired, he said as Bjorn approached. Sizing the man up he saw him to be a loyal asset to the queen and made a mental note to keep an eye on him. The man's look spoke volumes of his feelings towards the Emperor and made an extra note to remain wary of this man. Loyal officers had a tendency to go far for their loyalty, sometimes much too far. He would rather not have gone anywhere with this man, let alone a feast where he would be surrounded by northerners who he had just conquered! But ultimately he had little choice in the matter. The queen's words as she left formed some small solace at least, something to look forward to when this dangerous feast was over. He went with Bjorn as the queen departed and had to strain himself not to follow her departure with his eyes, no doubt that would not have been appreciated. Following Bjorn they made their way back to the table. When they approached and when he was recognized, the mood at the entire table changed. It didn't become hostile, these people seemed to know better than that. But the mirth went out of the air and a tense and uncomfortable silence arose. Even though the hall itself was filled with feasting and merriment the silence at the table was a real and tangible thing. The Emperor sprung into action at once, taking the time to introduce himself and learn everyone's names. Bjorn, seemingly with a heavy heart, set about teaching their guest about the traditions and customs here. Gradually they went back to doing what they had been doing before but with much of the passion and spirit having gone out of it. Gradually, the Emperor began to stir them by engaging them on things they were interested about it, making jokes and in general being friendly and cordial. It took a while but eventually they began to warm up to him and nearing the end of the evening most of the joy of the celebration had come back to them. When the Emperor finally decided to leave he swayed slightly from the alcohol and one of the men even hurried to catch him and steady him. After thanking Bjorn and the fellow guests he headed for his encampment again, escorted and to a degree supported by his guards. When he arrived within the confines of his encampment he immediately to his own tent and fell into a deep sleep. His last thoughts were of the queen and in his inebriated state he allowed himself to fantasize freely of the depraved delights they would soon begin sharing. One particular fantasy played itself through his mind in a number of variations. The queen, on top of him, leaning forward so that he could hold her by her slender neck as he whispered of obscenities and lewd intentions to her as his manhood sank deep within her, filling both her body and mind. He could almost feel her writhing and shuddering as both his member and his hand worked her mound with wild abandon. He snapped awake in his bed the next day, the alluring fantasy still powerful in his mind. Sitting up he shook the sleep from his mind and found that his hangover was minor, which was no surprise. Hangovers had never had much effect on him and what little effect they had he had learned to tolerate a long time ago. After getting dressed and enjoying a light breakfast he collected his personal guard and headed towards the keep so he could provide Solveig the aid he had promised.