Thread: Death is no Friend (Google & JadedDarling)

Princess Caralel smiled at Dominic revealing a perfect set of white teeth, and the corners of her mouth lifted higher when she turned her smile upon Galltan. It is quite an achievement to get his highness on a diet. Usually if it wasn't his idea to begin with he won't entertain any part of it. Dominic was not the only one who could get away with belittling the prince, lightly. But she always did so with affection, and she gently grabbed Galltan's hand and tugged it playfully, I may have brought you back a small present from Sheltea. It might help with your spirit while on this diet, but I left it in my quarters. Don't forget to drop by soon and get it. She dropped his hand from hers and grabbed the wrist of her other hand to rest them in front of her. There was a noticeable change in Galltan's attire, which appeared to be mimicking Dominic's in a way. Caralel liked the change in his clothes but hoped it was only to serve during sword practice. As a leading trendsetter for the empire she knew all to well how little details can make a drastic change, and in the Prince's case, anything as subtle as the color of a button could ruffle the feathers of his Court members and advisors. They were surrounded by traditionalists, and they were apt to keep the Prince in proper line, no matter the cost. Caralel may not know when she had fallen in love with her handsome brother, but she knew how it happened and the pressures that led her down that path. It just wasn't decent for the princess of an empire to be promiscuous. And even if she could, there was no one who could respect her enough to keep it a secret without being threatened. Everyone would have an alterior motive if given the chance to bed with the princess, even if just for a night. Caralel's virginity had been torturous coming into sexuality, and it just about drove her into some crazy actions if it weren't for her brother who took a pass at her one day. She never asked Galltan what drove him to be so bold with her, but she was glad that he did. The Prince had stakes on the line just like her, and from that moment forwards she no longer had to fret over not having any sexual release. Abrial had been no help in that area as well. The slave had served as good mind candy for the princess always sharing the love tryst gossips spreading throughout the palace, sharing her own sexual adventures, and giving insight into how it worked. Abrial could be quite a little slut if she wanted to, and this had always fascinated her about the slave. It pleased Caralel to treat her as a friend, and it was easy to do so considering their history. Abrial had been given to Caralel to serve as a playmate when they were both around four years old. Abrial could easily pass as a Lady in the Palace if dressed well enough, because she had been brought up right alongside the royals. She had been saved from the common hardships inflicted upon slaves simply for being the Princess' possession. But she still knew her place, albeit being spoiled. Abrial balanced both worlds like a professional, knowing what was appropriate and when. However, Abrial's professional front seemed to have been placed on the backburner when Dominic smiled at her. It lingered as she topped off their glasses of wine, and she chanced meeting his eyes with her blues. Abrial knew she had caught his attention, and she smiled back at him, shyly. ...Abrial? Caralel repeated. The slave nearly jerked, inhaling sharply widened eyes, realizing the Princess had been speaking to her. She placed the lid onto the decanter trying to recall the words that had been addressed to her. Oh, yes my highness...let's see, the Festival of Favor starts tomorrow and runs for three days. You will have an honorary seat every night for the dinner feast. As far as my knowledge you are available afterwards to eat dinner with Dominic Sir, or you can have dinner with him tonight. Caralel shifted her gaze from Abrial to Dominic, clearly aware of Abrials personal fascination with him now. Well it sounds as though either tonight, or four nights away, will be most convenient for me. So consider it an invitation, Dominic Sinclair Sir. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, as if to say she couldn't care less which one of those nights they acquainted themselves with each other's company.