Thread: Schemes & Schisms (BlueSix x Campion)

This dress looks incredible on you, my dear. Faelani's cheeks warmed. Do you think so, Nana? Oh, I certainly do indeed. All the men will be swooning over you. Why, I daresay even the Emperor himself will be entranced! The dark green colors give you a comfortable, natural appearance and look particularly good on you. Faelani twirled in her dress. Like the softness of bed after a long day of work, the luxurious embrace of the rich, velvet fabric made the young princess melt. Oh Nana, it is perfection! I almost fear to wear it, lest by some impurity I defile its gentle touch. On this joyous occasion, when I shall finally and freely give of my virginity to ascend the ranks of womanhood, there is truly no more fitting attire - nor any man more fitting to remove it. Nana chuckled in her adorable, snorting way before giving a few clicks of the tongue. Well, at least now you'll have a real man to fantasize about. The princess gasped. Nana! What? Just because my hearing isn't as good as yours doesn't mean I can't figure out what you're dreaming about at night. Did you find my...? Yes, I did. You thought you were so clever, hiding your sculptures of the Emperor under the mattress- Oh heavens... Faelani murmured behind her hands, now thoroughly hot in the face. -of his pretty face, his remarkable form, his manhood hiding behind his pants... Nana, please, I beg of you, cease at once your cruel taunts... the princess moaned. You're the one who bought them from that shady vendor. Okay, okay, I'll stop. Anyway, now you'll get to find out for yourself how accurate your impressions of him were. Yes- yes, I would imagine so, she stammered. Nana took Faelani's hand and guided her to the carriage. A moment of silence passed between them as it shuddered and began to move. Faelani dipped her head and smirked. Do you know in truth whether the Emperor is so amply equipped as my renditions have conceived of him? A hint of mirth tinted the handmaid's voice as she replied I've heard a few whispers... The carriage came to a halt amidst a welcoming crowd of Velterran citizens. The footman came and escorted Faelani up a flight of steps, with Nana trailing behind her. From the long echoes issued from her footfalls and the surrounding cheers of the populace, she discerned that the palace was at least as large as her own- larger, if the pillars were any indication. They crossed the threshold into an area where the echoes drew much closer a room, likely of marble, where she could finally feel the vibrations of surrounding inhabitants through the soles of her feet. Their voices spoke in hushed, respectful tones, and their hearts beat a little quicker upon witnessing her entry. All complimented her breathtaking beauty, and more than a few questioned the silver crown covering her eyes. The princess held her tongue, however, as she sensed a more imposing presence before her. His calm, measured breaths immediately marked him as a man in control. The echoes reverberating off the furniture in front of her indicated a metal chair. This was a throne, and the Emperor sat upon it. She dropped to one knee and lowered her head. The footman announced her name. Princess Faelani Del'Tharius of Solfain! She bated her breath, praying that the Emperor would not be displeased or turn her away.