Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Daycen His fingers tightened about hers in response to the squeeze at his hand. The affection almost uncomfortable, given their past transgressions, it felt as if he were experiencing a first, young, love all over again. Everything was new and felt good and right, but one never found themselves quite sure if it was the right way, if one false movement might end this discovery of soft pleasure and the fight through anxiety to see what might come next. This, however, was something with weight far beyond that of a boyhood crush. Daycen found himself nervous and warm, his belly a flutter of twisted butterflies. Its love, you fool. Youve fallen in love with your sister. Then the Princess spoke and made it known, to be sure. For all their sinful fucking and lusting about, this moment felt the most taboo. It was wrong, but this had never stopped them before. Daycen watched her face, wanting to speak, but the words would not come for what felt like far too long, though naught a second went by before he leaned in close to whisper a soft breath against her lips, carrying the only answer there ever was. Then I shall never leave you His lips would meet hers again, a soft and delicate meeting before the Prince would inch back yet again. I love you, sister. And so the spiral continued downward, their twisted relationship taking them to some deep depth of insanity. The Royal Twins, heirs of kingdoms and lands and soon-to-be rulers of men, sharing their tainted love. Achard At the very least, it seemed his future queen would not be carrying an abomination of incest. The thought made him shudder in his seat, just opposite of Briannen. The servant made her exit and Achard grabbed the goblet of wine before him, taking a sip before placing it back upon the table between he and her. Princess, Mlady, what Im about to say isnt something that I speak lightly. I only have the best interest of my own kingdom in mind and I do what I think is best for the homeland. This is why I bring this to your attention. Achard let that sink in for a minute, hoping this excitable little lady might take this matter as serious as he. Though he knew talk of Daycen would be the only thing to truly capture her interest, so he moved right on to the point after a few seconds. It is my understanding that your Daycen is making every effort to keep himself within his own kingdom. You must understand, Im quite certain this has nothing to do with you but everything to do with his claim to the throne. He took a breath, looking sympathetic as can be while wishing he could simply trash the young prince and his arrogance and crimes against the laws of both men and gods. His pride is wounded, such a weakness of many men, as what he has been groomed for his entire life is being, in his eyes, stolen from him. He feels his fathers throne is his and it seemed to be so in everyway until just recently. Another sip of wine, another second for Briannen to follow along, and he so hoped she did. Without getting too heavy in the details, some of which Im still attempting to confirm, as gossip can only go so far before the truth is misconstrued, I believe I have the pull to ensure all goes to according to plan. Daycen is still young in his adulthood and this is nothing but youthfulness getting the better of him. Ill set him straight, maybe talk to his father, as Im highly regarded by His Grace. For the better of both of our Kingdoms, Mlady, I ask for you support and your discretion to make all right. The boy just needs time and, perhaps, a bit of mentoring by an experienced man such as myself. And how could she possibly refuse?