Thread: Wife of the Dark Lord (w/Kosmik_Khaos)

Aerin watched her as she spoke taking note of all the subtle movements of her body, he could easily see she was tense around him. It wasn't a surprise to him. He had left her in solitude for over a decade and she knew only of the Dark Lord, not Aerin himself. That thought thrummed across Aerin's psyche. When was the last time he was just Aerin, not the 'Dark Lord'. Pushing the thought aside for later he returned his full attention to his wife. He caught himself more than once focusing on her lips as she spoke. They looked soft. Kissable. Really man, how did I not notice her before, and for so long? And beauty withstanding she is a woman of amazing talent, why have I not noticed and used her skills to help my people? I'm a wool headed idiot. He rebuked himself for his hindsight. The fault is not yours Eliza, I am the one that left you behind these walls where time holds next to no meaning. I offer my apologies. He said bowing his head to her in respect. She was his wife and the Empress after all. Thank you for the new insight, this will do for now. He said raising to his feet suddenly seeming to tower over her. Next time I would like to know more about you , not just the history. He said before turning and leaving her. As he walked though the halls he pulled back the thought he sat aside. Just how long had it been since he had done something that was for his own enjoyment not for the sake of his Empire? As he walked aimless though the halls he pondered on his question. It had been before his first battle nineteen years ago. Such a long time to have lost oneself... He said in a voice that was barely audible. Hearing his own voice brought him back to reality and he looked around. He was outside in the main garden. The perfume of flowers washed over him in the light breeze. The sun stood high in the clear sky sharing it's light and warmth with the world. Breathing in deeply Aerin felt a calmness wash over him that he hadn't felt since his days in the pastures with the sheep. Walking to the far side of the garden where there was a fairly large patch of land with no plants. Taking in a deep breath Aerin concentrated a golden bronze aura slowly growing around him as he gathered his majik. Reaching deep into the earth he 'felt' for a deposit of limestone. Finding a decent vein he poured immense heat into the soft rock and compressed it. A thin film of sweat appeared on Aerin's forehead. He had never been so precise in using his majik. As the rock heated and compressed it formed into marble which Aerin then pulled from the ground. The block was huge. Standing nearly fifteen feet high and seven wide. Stepping back Aerin wiped the sweat from his forehead. Using precise lines of fire, as hot as he could make it, he began to carve off chunks of the marble. Hours later Aerin stood shirtless in the fading light of the late evening. His copper skin shone with sweat and his chest rose and feel in heavy, but not gasping breaths. In front of him stood a gorgeous statue of a man and woman standing side by side the man's arm resting lovingly around the woman. They were both wearing plan clothing of simple villagers. The man was taller than the woman with a strong face and broad chest and shoulders, a wide easy smile on his face, he had a simple handsomeness to him. The woman was slender with an elegant beauty in her face, that almost didn't fit her simple villager appearance. On the base of the statue two names were etched into the stone. Temrah El'lindra Xatsel and Felix Loyval Xatsel. Staring at the statue of his parents the softest hint of a smile appeared on Aerin's face. I will remember who I am, and where I come from. Gathering his shirt he walked away from his work and to the castle. Naturally when he was seen by someone they came running to him with news of someone or another looking for him for some trivial matter that they should be able to handle themselves. Before anything I would like to bathe and eat then I will meet with who ever it is that needs my attention. He told the man who was still talking in a monotone drone. Of course my Lord. He said before going back to his reports without missing a beat. It was several days after speaking to Eliza that Aerin showed back up to the library, though he said nothing as he sat, simply watching her, studying her with his frozen steel eyes. The cycle of silence they had before returned as his visits continued. Some days reading himself, some just laying on the couch across from her watching.