Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Atticus was deep within his mind. Studying the latest dispatches he was able to visualize the latest locations and dispositions of his forces. It was not totally to his liking but would suffice for his plan. As he nodded to himself he heard Britalia announce their presence. Looking up his breath is taken away as he first glimpses Alicia. Her golden hair was held up by silver pins. The shimmer of it reminded him of the ancient Greek tales of Golden Fleece by its beauty and its fineness. The rouge painted on her cheeks and lips accentuated her perfect features. But her blue eyes still burned as if looking at a cobalt fire. She cast her eyes upon the general after she had had entered the room with her eyes cast downward, in a gesture of acknowledgement to his power and station. But afterwards it was plain that an intense defiance burned within the amusing creature that had been gifted to him. The statuesque pose she struck as she stood before him in silence communicated a pride that he admired. Given the circumstances, most could or would not strike such a proud and yet still elegant posture. While observing how she managed to maintain a semblance of calmness, he smelled her fear through the smell of the soap and scented oils rubbed upon her body. Then he noticed how the dress clung to her body. The shimmering silk added to the dazzling display before him. The dress wrapped around her figure as elegantly as fog or water would, had she been nude. It offered glimpses and hints of what was beneath its sheer, shimmering softness. The subtle arcs of her breasts and hips were slightly visible, but not in full. Atticus could make out the silhouettes of her long legs as they reached towards the heavens and met at their junction. Through the cloth he could make out the shape of the hair that covered her virginal womanhood. Standing up he heads to a large table. It is rather crude in construction, but is large enough to seat a dozen. At the table there is a setting at the head of the table and another next to it. Motioning to the table setting off to the side he says Please have a seat Alicia. Im afraid it is a little more on the rough side than a beauty like you should be subjected to. But this is a military encampment, so we'll have to make due. Looking the golden haired goddess over again, he says Your beauty outshines the dress. It is made of silk. Its a fabric that secret is kept hidden from our knowledge in strange exotic lands very far to the east. It is very rare and expensive. You outshine its radiance. Then shaking his head he says Please forgive me as I rattle. I have grown accustomed to the harshness of the frontier and am easily distracted by rare beautiful sights like yourself. Please have a seat you must be starved from your trip. Mess boys! Food! After we eat, we shall speak. I wish to know about you and Im sure you are curious about me. he said as he took his seat. He had the warmest smile on his face that he had worn in ages. But behind the smile, Atticus was observing the young woman the way he observed a potential friend or foe. Dissecting the most minute of her actions. Nothing no matter how small escaped fine tuned senses of a wolf.