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

She never really realized just how long she had been bound to him. Twelve entire years she had been the shield of the kingdom, twelve years since her former king along with the royal family had but cut down. She never really realized until now that so much time had passed. Yet the last part of what he said struck a fearful chord with her. Eliza had be expecting it, yet perhaps she had just been foolishly hoping he would never see her as a woman. Yet she knew and now her fears had been confirmed. When he sat up she immediately leaned back and even sunk into her seat a bit. Her eyes kept themselves locked upon his. Periodically, she had found times when she marveled at fates when taking note of his eyes. How much they likened a bit to her own, a possibly mark hinting at their union. Yet they were more dominating in their look and appearance. Her mind immediately responded with words that her mouth refused to voice when he remarked on himself being foolish,' I wouldn't say that .' Indeed, it was actually foolish of her to hold onto the hope that he would never look upon her as a woman. Yet here they both were and she was unnerved about it. When he told her to tell him more about herself she hesitated a bit. Then she closed her book and began, Eliza was born to an elven noble couple in a very big and prospering kingdom. Her birth and upbringing was one of prestige and privilege. From birth she was trained and brought up to act as a noble woman. Yet when it came time for her upper-learning she went down a different path than what her parents thought of her. While all elves have some spark of magic, she was showing a potential that couldn't be ignored. For her entire life she had wanted something more than the nobles life. Wanted to at least try something. So she had traveled to the northern kingdom whose castle had long since been relinquished over to be a college for mages. Once there she had begun her learning of the magical arts. Her primary teacher was an elderly man who unbeknown to her, was obsessed with the dark arts. He watched and scrutinized her as she learned the magical ways. What had been a small flame when she first arrived, now was being fanned into something much more. Her dabbling and study into magic was inviting the unseen well of power and day by day she was blossoming. It was upon her fifth year that her teacher made his move. He gathered the best of his students and took them to the deepest dark of the college. There he introduced them to the rite of the dark arts. It was then that she had her first experience with evil. Their teacher instructed them each to do the rite. It would make them powerful. That there would be no magic they could not excel in. All of her classmates partook in the rite, all but herself. She resisted and committed that she would expose what he was doing here. He took exception to that. Her own legend and stories began then and there at the college when she discovered her talent with protection spells. She had taken on her teacher, a very powerful dark mage, and had escaped him untouched. There was not a single spell he cast that she could not protect herself from. When help finally got to her, she was protected by her barrier as chaos that bashed and constricted around her. However, as many mages do, she left the college to go out and see the world. To put her magic to good use. She found herself in a suffering small village that had been plagued by bandits. They were poor, ill trained as the experienced workers had been killed before passing on their knowledge, and in dire need of help. She had come to their dire need and fended off the bandits. Still, she knew her work was not done. While the ones responsible for their suffering were gone, the village would not last on its own. Eliza stayed and under her guidance the village was brought up from the edge of the knife with both her magic and the knowledge she had learned as a noble woman. She had reached out to the other villages and brought in more experienced workers who were looking to strike out on their own and needed workers. They happily trained and helped the struggling workers as well as educate them. More villages came to her in need of help and advice. She traveled from village to village, helping out in what she can. Soon enough all her stories and tales brought her the attention of their king. She saw that his people were suffering and saw the hopelessness he felt. She offered herself to be his advisor and would help bring the struggling to an end. He gratefully agreed and with her help, the pressure and struggle of the poor were lifted. With her advice and the kings leadership, their kingdom blossomed into a sort of utopia. Her renown grew as time and time again there were those who would test her magic. Each time she protected the people. She was a heaven sent guide for them. In time, her own relationship with the royal family had grown into that of a friendship. They always thought that as long as they had me around, there would always be a bright day. All of us were always looking at the horizon... Well I suppose that rest really is well, history... Though I have to admit that I hadn't really realized that it's been twelve years that we've been married. The time just seemed to escape me it seems. I shall have to try and be more vigilant about it... Will that do, My lord?, she cautiously said as she stared back at him. For the life of her, if there was one time that she wanted to be able to read him better it would be now. She wanted to know where his thoughts were, wanted to know how she could steer him away. Yet such a pursuit she knew was futile.