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Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Sarin followed her, not saying a word as he didn't feel there was a need for it. He knew that she wouldn't be going with a bodyguard as they simply didn't have the manpower to secure her and the borders fully. Using servants was a smart move as they could easily be soldiers in civil clothes and it made him smile lightly as he went into the gardens with her. The place seemed cold, abandoned and made him shiver lightly as he looked at the buds, listening to her at the same time as he looked around. It was a strange garden, ice sculptures and flower buds seemed to be the only decoration. It was then that he noticed something out of color, at first he thought it was an assassin, but there was no movement, not even breathing and he realised that it was in fact one of the most rare flowers in the world. Please wait here, Milady. He told her softly, skipping over to the bed of buds, moving them around a bit before he found the flower. His face lit up at the sight of it, he gently plucked it, holding it carefully in his hand as he stood back up, keeping it behind his back while he went back towards her. Your garden isn't without flowers, your Majesty. He said, kneeling in front of her before he removed his hand from his back, extending the flower towards her, the black lotus shining lightly in the late afternoon sun. Milady, by no means do you blend in. Like this beautiful flower, you appear rarely but your beauty shadows everything else. He said, hoping his little play of words would help soften her heart.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna blushed, her cheeks tinted to a soft pink. She took the flower and held it up to her nose. Thank you Sarin, she said softly. No one has ever picked a flower for me before. She wasn't sure what to say about his kind words. She was used to people just answering with yes or no, or in the case of Yorik, ignoring her. She tucked the flower behind her ear and smiled. You are very sweet, she said. You're definetly more well-manned then the last person Master Orf sent to me. His words sounded well-bred and he had way of moving, almost courtly. His features could be from Ice, but there was something slightly exotic about it. Amna had a small hunch he was more then he appeared. She knew she should be worried, but it wasn't unheard of for the children of nobels to pretend to be servants. After all, her husband had done it on occasion before being made king. She shrugged her suspicions off. It wasn't any of her concern if the youngest son of some noble family wanted to pretend to be the lower class. She thought it was a silly tradition for the boys, but harmless. Though, two could play that game. Do you know how to dance, she asked. My husband is planning a big party for his birthday. I will need someone there to make sure my dress doesn't rip and such.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Sarin stood up after she had accepted the flower, seeing her blush as he smiled. He was careful not to show his teeth to her as they would clearly have showed her that he was the son of a nobleman. He saw her tuck the flower in behind her ear as he proceeded to lead the walk through the gardens while listening to her. His pace was slow but gentle, making sure she would have breath for both walking and talking as he had always been a great listener. I'm sure Master Orf has always meant the best for our Queen. He said, not minding the praise he was giving out as long as he was allowed closer to her and when he got close enough, he would secure his strike. He heard her question about him dancing, making him grin, his teeth flashing for a very short moment. I'm afraid not, but I would be greatly honored to be taught how to dance. He said, his hands finding their place on his back as the walk continued around in the garden, her sadness seeming to have disappeared by his act with the flower.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Well, then, I suppose I will have to teach you how to dance, she said. She hadn't ever tried to teach anyone, but she was certain it wouldn't be that hard. You'll be sleeping in the servant's chamber near my rooms. That'll make it easier to give you lessons. My only real free time is after dinner. Looking up at the gray sky, she realized they should start heading back. She still had things to do, household concerns that needed her attention. Not to mention trying to mend one of her own dresses to make it appear different before the party. She really didn't want to spend what little reserve they had on a new dress. She started back in. One of the reasons why she wanted to make sure he could dance was so she'd be able to join in just once. No one ever seemed to dare ask the queen to dance, and Yorik was always leaving her alone. This time, she'd dance.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

I'm very honored that you would take time for that Milady. Now it was Sarin's turn to blush, he hadn't expected her to say that she would be teaching him. Hearing the next part about being quartered near her rooms he had to force down a gasp. If it please you, my Queen. He said, smiling as he followed her back towards the main building of the castle. He was pleased to know that she was letting him in so close to her already, now there was only one thing he needed to do before he would be close enough to take her out. He had read the letter over and over earlier that day and it had after all stated that he was to get in as close to her as lovers in bed were. Hoping his mother had been joking, he had asked her just before he had left. She turned out to have been very serious about it. It had to look like it was a rebellous servant that did it. He had sighed over it but now he was getting closer. Her birthday would probably be cancelled if things went smoothly enough, but as it was he would have to wait and bide his time, hoping the work he did would put him up in the line towards the throne.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna allowed Sarin to follow her as she made her rounds of the palace. Master Orf wanted to discuss the upcoming menus, House Mistress Mir was upset that some of her girls had left, someone told her a few linens were missing from the west wing. She handled each task the best she could. By the time she was done, she was exhausted from running all over the palace. You can have your meal in the kitchens, she told Sarin, heading to her rooms. Let him know I'll be dining in my room tonight. Check with me later to start your dance lessons. In her rooms, she sat in her most comfortable chair and closed her eyes. She was doing the work of the king, the queen, and a small army of servants. She was nearly positive that some of her subjects were sneaking out to live in the lusher lands around them. She didn't blame them, but she would keep Ice alive. Even if it killed her.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Sarin followed her around, patiently staying a bit behind her and listening to what she discussed, letting her lead the word as he only replied when he was spoken to, considering his words with a bit of care when there were higher servants around. He stopped with her when she was done, listening to her. Yes, Milady. I'll find you later. He said, bowing for her before turning around and leaving, heading down into the kitchen where he met Master Orf instantly. The queen wishes to dine in her room. He said, bowing for the Master before heading to the servants' long table. He sat by himself, the bowl with bread, potatoes and some meat placed in front of him by one of the chef's assistants as he begun eating. Once done, he asked for his room, being given the directions as he smiled as much as possible. He went there, finding the small room to be furnitured with a small chest by the foot of the bed, a table and a chair. Finally there was the bed, it was large enough for him and a child unless he lined himself up against the wall as he smiled. The room was perfectly spartanic for him as he removed a single book from his possessions, putting it on the table before sitting down on the bed, taking a look at his clothes. They were stained but not too much and he figured they would do as he left his room, heading for her rooms, knowing she had dinner there as he softly knocked on the main door once he was there.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna had just finished her meal. By now the cooks knew to just put a meager ration on her plate. She was never really hungry at night. Hearing the knock, she opened her door to find Sarin. Come on in, she said, stepping back. We'll begin the lessons now, if you want. She hooked her skirts up to her waist so it would be easier to show him the steps. I'm not used to leading, so this will be a bit of a challenge. Standing in the middle of the floor, she motioned for him to stand next to her. I'll show you some steps first and we'll go from there.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Sarin bowed as she told him to enter, then he stepped into the room. I am ready. He said calmly, figuring that since this was different from other situations, they probably wouldn't be interupted and he could relax a little on the titles as he moved over next to her on the middle of the floor. On the way he noticed her hooking up her skirt, her long, smooth legs showing as he did feel a bit of a response even after commanding his body to relax. He was more than just beautiful, she was indeed as rare as the lotus he had found and apparently he was the only one who seemed to know that as he stood next to her, watching her carefully after nodding that he was ready. He would go along with her steps, seeming to misstep occassionally in his act to look as much like a servant as possible, though he appeared to be a quick learner. He was soon moving gently and smoothly along with her showing the way, though not dancing with each other, he was pleased to at least get to know that she was a decent teacher when she had to.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

After a while, Amna called for a stop. You're catching on much faster then I had thought, she said proudly. Very good. She unhooked her skirts and walked over to a cabnit. Are you thirsty? She took out two glasses and some imported spirits. Pouring a glass for herself,she poured one for him. Next, we'll put what you've learned into an actual dance. Steps are one thing, a partner is something else. She wasn't worried about him stepping on her feet or anything. She could handle it.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Sarin stopped with her, his breathing slightly heavier as he listened to her. Thank you, Milady. I would appreciate a glass. He replied, accepting one glass as he took a sip. He was used to drinking, though this tasted differently from him. It was probably from the other side of Ice than Zion was. But he liked the taste as he watched her, seeing the skirts being back in place while she spoke. Of course, your Majesty. He replied. He wasn't worried about stepping over her feet as he was prepared to let his full skill show, preparing the dance in his own head as he begun leading once she had taken her position, their left hands in each other and his right hand just above her hip as he danced around in her room with her. It wasn't too fast paced, maybe a little bit slower than the original dance but still fast enough to keep her from ending up bored.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

As they moved about the room, Amna marveled at how well he was doing. She hadn't danced since her wedding, back when Yorik still paid attention to her. She liked the attention she was getting, even if it meant nothing. You are doing wonderfully, she said. Unconciously, she moved an inch closer to him, her approval beaming through. I don't think there is much I have to teach you. You picked this up so easily. She was slightly disappointed in that. If he picked up dancing so fast, she would not have to teach him as much. What little company she got from him today was more fulfilling then any she had in the past.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Thank you, Milady. Sarin replied, smiling softly to her as he continued the dance, noticing her move in closer to him as he helped her, gently pulling her in a few inches closer to him as he put the speed down a bit on the dance. I might seem like a natural, but I would like to practice more. He told her, having noticed the disappointment as he wanted to change that. He knew about the very tense situation between her and her husband, knowing she would have been missing the comfort of another person, another male even at times. And now it was his task to show her that he could be the man she had never had in the king.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna nodded, not noticing that they were closer together, or that the dance was slowing down. She was used to following a man's lead when dancing, she never really thought when she did it. Well, practice does make perfect, she agreed. We can continue nightly until the ball. For a few moments, her troubles seemed to vanish. She didn't have to worry about the kingdom, or invaders, or money problems. She didn't have to keep anyone happy but herself. Sarin didn't ask anything of her, and she liked that. Have you ever traveled out of Ice, she asked. Being part of the flour delivery, I wondered if you came all the way from the mills. She was eager for conversation, to hear of what was going on outside of Ice. She got reports, but they were often created by her own people and she wanted to know what another's perspective was.
Thread: Notice of Semi-Hiatus Until Weekend

To all of those playing in RPs with me and those corresponding about future RP plans, I will be mostly unavailable until this coming weekend. Landlord threw a whammy at my roommates and I, so we are focusing on making him happy so that we can continue to live where we are. Due to this, I will be dealing with major housework for the remainder of the week. I may check in at times to check PMs and squeeze in an easy post here or there, but only when I can find the time. Which there won't be much of. Much apologies, especially to those of you who have been waiting already for posts from me. Akatala
Thread: A Shared Investigation (Skeith Takahata & Boobs and Brownings)

We'll be arriving Washington D.C. international airport in approximately 25 minutes. Please turn off all electronic devices at this time. A young woman wearing formal attire turned off her phone before setting it in the window console next to her. She closed her eyes as the plane began preparing for it's descent. Her fingers gripped tightly around the arm-rest as she closed her eyes tightly. She hated flying. Reina Chipple was a member of the Finnish Security Intelligence Service, also known as SUPO which was short for the agency's Finnish name Suojelupoliisi. A patch decorated the shoulder of her jacket, it was an image of a knife blade with a crowned lion's head for the handle. She took a deep breath before the plane began it's descent. She bit her lip as she felt the wheels hit the runway and begin to slow the plane to a stop. Thank you for choosing our airliner. You may now depart the plane. A Finnish cuss escaped the silver-haired agent's lips as she rose from her seat and pulled her military grade carrying case down from the luggage compartment. She emerged from the gate with her bags in hand. So... This is America? She asked aloud as she looked around. She was expecting a member of an American agency to collect her. What were they called? F.B.I.? There were so many to remember that she wasn't entirely sure. She released a quiet sigh as she took a seat in one of the near by benches. Surely it wouldn't be long before they arrived.
Thread: Dreaming of a Place: Far From Home (Closed for Magi)

Ryan nodded as he expected the answer. He is the Duke of Cohen. Lamar is his name, I've heard stories... He trailed off thinking about the stories he had heard. The way the Duke had defended the Holy Land, slaughtering thousands of men, and hundreds of women and children. Apparently his soul was as black as the armor he wore, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way some foolhardy priest had given him clemency for favor. It was a scary thought that a man of that much power and evil could have free-reign over any and all that he wished to have it over. Ryan suddenly thought better of telling any stories to the girl at his side, so he turned and simply shrugged. He is an evil man, That was all she needed to know, and he realized she probably knew this better than him having underwent his torturous questioning. After a few more minutes of walking Ryan thought about what the Duke had said to him. He wondered what the hell he meant, but before he could figure it out he felt the girl brushing against him and he quickly turned. With a smile he asked, What is your name? Maera, She answered sweetly. That is a pretty name, Another smile as she blushed, I've bought you to be a maid, do you know what that is? She shook her head. Our master is the Lord Sir Gosling. You will be made to sweep, cook, clean, sew, garden, and look after his children. There are plenty of those bastards running around too. hehe. One of the other maid's will teach you your jobs, but just remember to learn them fast. Sir Gosling is not evil like the Duke, but he can get a bit... Angry, if you mess up, but don't worry. Your chores won't be so hard. Like I said... By the way, I am Ryan, I am training to be a Knight under Sir Gosling. I am a squire, so I will often be put in charge of you and others to make sure you complete tasks... I'm not too much of a slave driver either. As they walked Ryan filled her in on a few more things she would need to know before asking, So what happened to you? How did you end up on the Dawn Midst? I am sure it is a dreadful tale.
Thread: Dreaming of a Place: Far From Home (Closed for Magi)

She listened silently to the explanation that was offered to her, but when the mans words trailed off into silence, she turned her head to look up at him. A brief nod was the only response she made to his statement and then lowered her eyes to the path beneath her feet. Fatigue and hunger presented a slight obstacle to walking in a straight line and Maera found herself bump against the young Sir that had purchased her. She uttered a hurried apology, adjusting her steps to put a small distance between them, ice blue eyes flickering around their surroundings curiously. That he would care what her name was surprised the girl, but she obliged politely with a response, only for her soft cheeks to flush a gentle pink at his compliment. The following explanation of what her tasks would be provided her with some comfort, at least her new master was not on the same level as the Duke. To also learn that Ryan, as he told her he was named, was a servant in some regard and that allowed Maera to relax a little. I can do those tasks Sir, Ill do my best to please Lord Gosling... She lowered her gaze to her bound wrists, adjusting them carefully to alleviate some of the discomfort. The topic of her capture was not something she wished to discuss and as a result her head hung forward and the gentle expression that had been upon her face shifted to that of loss and sorrow. My people were betrayed and killed... Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she turned her head away from Ryan to watch the scenery that they passed by. Maera did not elaborate, in truth she did not wish to speak about it at all but it was not her place to refuse him if he truly wished to know.
Thread: Dreaming of a Place: Far From Home (Closed for Magi)

The simple answer didn't bother Ryan he hadn't expected anything different. Okay, you can walk with the others, But before he let her go he added, If you ever want to talk. Just tell me. Once Maera had slid back with the others they all walked together at an easy pace back to the castle. Sir Gosling was busy, so each of them were sent to their supervisors. To his delight Ryan realized that meant he would be helping Maera as he was the only one competent enough to keep the castle under control whenever his Master was gone. He saw how awkward she was standing the tunic she wore barely covered her lower parts and he quickly went into the servants quarters before returning with a pair of panties. They were a faded blue, but still fairly thick. He grinned as she eagerly took them, and then laughed as she blushed while putting them on. Girls her age were always so concerned about being proper. Especially after having rude practically nude their whole life, and now realizing how many hungry men had been watching them. Ryan didn't mind, she was pretty, but still far too young. First he decided to teach her what she would be doing, showing her where the cleaning things were, and how the Master liked things done. He moved through the chores easily until she seemed to have a fairly good amount of control everything. Finally he lead her back to her quarters. Well, their quarters. All the indoor servants slept in what would become Ryan's quarters once he was a knight. He was the only one with a bed, the others all just slept on straw mats about the fireplace, but he always let the young children sleep in the bed with him if they wished. Occasionally this would angry Sir Gosling, but only when there was something else really bothering him. It is nearly dinner time, Ryan then said with a scratch of his head, Would you like to come and meet everyone? He introduced her to everyone including a few of the other girls that Sir Gosling liked to look at, but rarely touched. He was one of the nobles that thought his cock was only good enough for noble women, but he didn't mind having eye candy about for his knights and men-at-arms. Ryan, as a squire, was interested in a few of the girls. And once he'd introduced Maera he kind of forgot about her, as Rebecca and him began talking. She was one of the Ladies-in-waiting's girls, a handmaiden, and very pretty with dark blond hair and sparkling brown eyes. As dinner was served. Ryan looked around for Maera with a frown, Where did she go? He asked aloud as he looked.