Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Daycen was plenty content to allow his sister to do the talking, only a quick Ah, me as well, Inkeep. at the mention of the bath. His sister saw to it that he was left just a bit unclean, in more ways than one. Instead of immediately following along, he began his patrol, a quick enough search. The Inn, so lucky to be situated along such a highly traveled road, there was no doubt visitors of royalty frequented plenty enough for it to be safe. It could not hurt to get a run of the place, so duties were fulfilled. Ah, of course, the milords and the princes came pouring from the peasants mouths with the utmost sincerity. As if their acknowledgment was something Daycen so desperately craved or, perhaps, their depraved minds wondered if it might win them some favor. Suffice it to say, the prince wouldnt remember a single face of the mingling commoners, shuffled away just as quickly as possible without being rude to the folk. There was nothing he offered for them to wonder such, obviously, as he greeted each with the courtesies taught, maintaining the image he and his royal family had upheld with perfection. Buried just beneath the surface of the charade, he condemned the entirety of the people. His mood bitter with the news still so fresh on his mind, eating away. The respite felt with his sister in their carriage ride, the distraction, only now did he realize just how important it was that she was near. Whatever they were, this mess of forbidden lust, he needed her. The kingdom had been his only care in this world, yet now another reason crept into his life, another reason to stay. The princess. Solveig. His dear twin sister. The Goosefeather Inn had been appropriately investigated, or so he deemed, and not a moment too soon. He was ready for whatever privacy the room granted him. The embrace of a warm bath. Most of all, the warmth of his sister. Yet, he knew it was hardly the time or the place. All too quickly had he realized though, this desire was nigh impossible to ignore. A polite dismissal towards the remaining patrons and a not quite as curt exchange of words between well-known guards, all the feigned laughter and even some genuine, and then he made his leave. The bath was only lukewarm by the time he lowered himself into it and near chilly by the time his naked body was climbing out. Still, it did the trick well enough. He felt refreshed, his body a bit sore for all the wrong reasons. He and his sister had fucked with nothing to hold back and it was fantastic, but there was hardly time for recovery before the carriage ride and his sisters relentless assault on his manhood, leaving him absolutely famished, as she put it. Even so, he did not climb into bed, though it did cross his mind for but a moment. Once dried off and clothed, dressed simply in leather breaches and loose top. He didnt bother for presentation he was finished with his greetings, far as he was concerned. His hair was mussed and a bit tangled from the bath. He didnt look quite so much the prince proper, though as vibrant as ever. He would still be hard-pressed to be taken at word for a commoner. After some moments of pacing, he finally slipped from the room, looking first to Solveigs door, yet found her out of the corner of his eye instead. A wicked smile played at his lips, though no words were shared. He glanced to be sure the corridor was empty, just before taking her hand and tugging her into him for their lips to meet. The wait had seemed too long. It was still strange, this tenderness in opposition to their usual rough and, really, abusive interaction. He let it linger, deep and a bit playful, his tongue brushing into her mouth to tease hers. He pulled her towards the room. Do you think its possible to keep that dirty mouth of yours shut, dear sister? He asked, his hand at the knob his door, though he released her hand. --- The good General Achard had arrived late. He being preoccupied with the Princesss mundane task, a simple mission not to be carried out by one of his caliber, though it would not do to simply refuse. His suspicions only made the leave all the more unbearable. Despicable brother and sister, he couldnt help but feel that he had missed some chance to discover more of whatever this was. He tried his best to keep his mind open to other possibilities, but it kept coming back to the notion that the Prince and Princess were fucking. Before their leave of the castle, Achard had sought out the kitchen boy who had run off from the servant girl. The boy had been executed, trespassing where he should not, on castle grounds. It seemed a harsh punishment to the General unless, of course, the boy had seen something he should not have. It reinforced what he suspected, to an extent. The rest, he could only go with what was ultimately a hunch, as the boys widowed mother could only sob through the fact that he was quiet all night, saying nothing. Probably terrified. Achard figured. For good reason. By the time he entered, the Inn was aglow with crackling fire, the majority of the patrons gone and those lingering drunk or finishing meals they were promised. Achards outfit wasnt large, he only took a handful of men with him and they found seats and mead easy enough in the common hall. He had a room in the same corridor as the twins, or so the Innkeep informed him, fitting of his status, though hardly as important as royalty. He would be sharing with two other of his guards, though he was assured of just how large it was. He went to remove the bulky steel armor he wore, proceeding with slow, tired, steps to the door. It was a casual enough glance over, but it was plenty. Thought to be out of sight, the Twins, just as valiant prince Daycen lowers a hand away from Solveigs own. He felt his entire body go rigid with some perverse excitement, catching them in the act, before he calmed himself down a second later. With nothing to do now, he slipped inside of his room. Sleep was hardly the top priority now, he would wait, he would catch them and Solveig would be his. And if Daycen is sent away, hell rule by her side. Achard would get the title and the lady and her endless loyalty. His face, roughened with the stubble of a beard, formed into a wicked grin.