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Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Lanzarac felt her tiny hand slide into his and he grasped it tightly, though he meant it to be reassuring rather than painful. He could sense a bit of edginess and fear in her words and actions, even her hand was devoid of warmth, and figured she was entirely frightened of the prospect. And why not? Married off to a Prince of a disreputable people far away from her home, never to return except with his permission, the outcome for true happiness seemed like a bleak notion. To him, Aspen was an unnecessary burden, a forced labor in a sense, thrust upon him by his fathers diplomatic manoeuvring. Much like his grandfather, who millennia ago did not hesitate to wage war upon his fellow Elves, his father cared little for the feelings and emotions of others. It seemed that demeanor passed on in the family in the same way that eye color and looks did. He tried to smile, coming out as an evil grin, and began to lead her towards the carriage where much of her trunks and chests had been loaded. Useless baggage, he thought, for soon she would be dressed in the styles of Asova and her own life left behind. He helped her board the carriage, showing a degree of chivalry, and got in himself. The room inside was spacious enough, and they had room to stretch their legs and even lie down if they put them up on the other bench opposite them. Lanzarac pounded on the wall behind their heads and soon the crack of a whip was heard. The horses responded and carriage lurched forward, turning and departing the courtyard in silence. Some of the mounted Elves fell in behind but the majority remained, fulfilling the terms of the treaty to strengthen the Contrallid armies with their own crack troops. They rode through the city in silence and were soon on the road. It was a two day journey to the river by road, where they would then board a ferry that would take them downriver, into a wide sea, up the coast and to the capital of Asova. They had plenty of time to get acquainted, and for Lanzarac to see what his new bride was capable of. As they rode in silence down the paved roads, Lanzarac, who had yet to speak or even look at his wife, finally turned to Aspen, Very well. He said suddenly, as if coming to a conclusion, Ill begin. Im six hundred and twenty-two years old. I hate the color green. I hate figs, dates, and olives. I like to shoot every morning so if youre a late sleeper, well youre just going to have to adjust. Now, your turn.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Apsen wondered how bleak she was and how easily he could pick up on everything she felt. If she were to be honest with herself she dreaded the ride back with him and she wasn't sure how she would feel once they arrived. A part of her thought it might get slightly better but a bigger part of her knew that if she didn't keep her head up and keep her wits about her then everything would lose hope. She told herself that she was doing this for the goodness of her people and that the ruthless troops would help to keep them from harm. She could tell from the way he smiled and held her hand that he thought of her as inconvenient, someone who he didn't need. She knew once he found out that she could heal, among other things, with just the touch of her hand that he would then find her useful. As they moved into the carriage she was relieved to find that all of things would at least travel with her, she thought of it as almost taking a piece of her home with her. She would be able to find comfort in the small trinkets she brought and that even if he couldn't bring happiness to her than she could herself. Once she sat down she was thankful for the room and once her husband sat down next to her she wasn't sure if she wanted to be so close to him. He was intimidating and so much bigger than she, but she tried to promise herself that she wouldn't let that get in the way of anything her mind thought of. The silence seemed almost deafening as they rode. It was hard to tell how long they went before anything changed. She knew where his kingdom was and she knew it would take a long time to get there, hopefully in that time something would change between them and they wouldn't arrive in hostility. When he turned to look and speak with her it brought his leg closer to hers and she moved away about an inch so he wouldn't feel her hidden blade. Fine, She told him as she looked up at him relieved to find that he really wasn't that much older than she, I am five hundred and fifty years old, my favorite color is green because it reminds me of going outside. I don't eat meat and lucky for you I am a morning person. I can be very stubborn and I can help greatly in battle. She wasn't going to tell him how she could be useful, she wanted him to wonder a little bit about her.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Lanzarac clinched his fist when Aspen mentioned her favorite color was green. Was that a deliberate challenge to him? Already? Or was this some snide attempt to remain stubborn and proud because of her rank as Princess? Maybe in Contrallid, women were allowed more freedom and independence, but things were different in Asova. There were different expectations of what was required of her. But when she mentioned she could help him in battle, he roared with laughter. Haha! In battle. You? Help me? That is just ridiculous to the highest degree, and then some. What could a little Princess like you really do? Perhaps you could nag the enemy commander to death. He continued laughing, even slapping his knee in amusement. Warfare is a lot more bloody and less personal than it used to be. Any fool, from the lowest beggar to the dirtiest shopkeeper can become a soldier nowadays. But why not a Princess too? They just have to remember the nine steps in loading a rifle, point, and shoot. No swinging a sword or shooting a bow anymore. I never knew Contrallid was that far behind. He mocked, smiling at her. He noticed the way she fell back from his touch, as if repulsed by his very presence. Smiling, he thought of an excellent idea to further make her feel awkward. Suddenly, he threw an arm around her shoulder and brought her towards his chest in a gentle but firm head lock. His bicep and forearm were like iron compared to her soft skin, Stubbornness is not one of my favorite traits in a woman. But that can be remedied quite easily. I think it would do you some good to be taken down a few notches. He whispered into her ear, before releasing her and resuming his strict posture. He continued smiling but said nothing after, and began to hum a tune to himself as he opened the side curtains a little and looked out over the countryside.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Aspen easily noticed how he reacted when she mentioned her favorite color. She knew he wouldn't like it because he hated that color but she didn't want to start off this arrangement by lying to him. She looked at him and when he started to talk about her she felt almost offended. Given the chance she would show him exactly what she was capable of. Her father never had any other children besides her and her mother had been a faerie. It was the ultimate love that they shared and because of that her abilities only worked on someone until she started to have feelings for them. It was a curse that her mother had told her about in a journal she had left for her, but she had never tried it, didn't even know what she could do. The only thing she did know was that healing would work on anyone at anytime, but she had a feeling that should her husband continue to nag her it wouldn't take long before she found out what was possible with the touch of her hands. Her hand almost came up and touched his arm but as soon as they headlock started it was over. It irritated her, that just because she was now his wife he thought she would change. She glared at him when he looked out the window. You can try to bring down my stubbornness, but it won't be easy. Nothing physical can hurt me. She could feel the palms of her hands starting to warm directly in the center as she got more and more irritated. She took deep breaths trying to calm herself, she couldn't let him find out about the only thing that could save her from him should he act out.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Lanzarac didnt speak to Aspen again for a moment after she attested to her stubbornness. She certainly was...stubborn, he smiled, before wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. The day was certainly getting hot, or at least within the carriage, and he felt more beads of perspiration over his body. Its hot in here, dont you think? He said finally, speaking in a casual tone. He opened the curtain and allowed air to flow freely into their carriage. But still there was unexplained warmth emitting into the area which puzzled Lanzarac. At about midday they stopped for a rest and a quick lunch, and Lanzarac exited the carriage and helped Aspen as well, Dont trip now. You wont be able to change in peace until later. He teased her, even going as far as to mock-push her towards a ditch before grabbing her tightly and holding her. He released her with a laugh and went to speak with the captain of his escort. Already a short fire had been started and horses were being walked around a short field next to the road. Some of the men found a pond and let the horses drank a little. Over the fire a small pot was placed, the smell of vegetable stew emitting from its contents. Lanzarac returned to where Aspen was and led her over to a log where they could sit, while some guards brought them wooden bowls of the stew accompanied by spoons and flasks of water. Well, water for Aspen. Lanzaracs contained watered down wine which he drank deeply from before offering it to Aspen, It is our marriage day. Drink with me! He said in an uncharacteristic cheerful manner, before delving into his meal.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Aspen watched him as he got hotter and when he opened the curtains she realized the heat wasn't coming from outside but it was actually coming from her. It made her nervous so she tried to take a deep breath and calm herself. She couldn't afford it if he found out about her this early, hopefully he would never make her mad enough to actually burn him, or accidentally catch something on fire. Being with him in the carriage for so long was making her more uncomfortable than before and the silence was so thick that she felt she could cut through it. As they stopped she looked out the window and was so relieved when they exited for some food. She thought she was getting calmer and cooling down some but when he mock pushed her she felt them get hotter than before. She wondered why he had to be so cruel to her but she figured if he wanted to spit fire then so she could she. She would have no trouble holding her own, she had all her life and she wasn't going to calm herself just to please someone she didn't even like. The food was good and she was thankful for it as they sat and ate. She thought she would eat alone, or as alone as one could get setting next to the Prince. When she was offered the flask she knew it would transfer heat easily so she reached out and took it from his hand, knowing he would feel the slight burn on the flask but she couldn't help it, she wanted what the wine would offer. She ate what she wanted and then downed the other half of the flask, enjoying the warmth it gave her stomach and the courage that came along with it.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Lanzarac smiled when Aspen drank deeply from the flask and he knew she was no stranger to wine and intoxication. He imagined scenes of them getting drunk together before the intense ravishing that usually came after such acts and smiled lustfully just at the thought. He didnt say anything to Aspen but continued to slurp his stew in peace, drinking down the flavored water and wiping a streak on his lip. Aferial! Some more please! Would you like some more? He turned to Aspen, giving his bowl to the Elf that was called, and before she could answer, he took her bowl and handed it to the elf, Bring her some more. Shell need it. The Elf bowed and turned to get some more for the couple. Already, the fifty or so mounted troops were lounging about, laughing and joking as they ate their midday meal. A cool breeze flew over their makeshift camp. The horses that were drawing the carriage were removed and exchanged with other horses, this time four brown horses in place of the previous four white ones. Their next serving was brought and Lanzarac hungrily devoured his in an instant. He took the flask of wine back from Aspen and had a confused look on his face when the container felt warm to the touch. Hold on to this any tighter and you might have cracked it opened. He jested to her, thinking it was only warm because she was clutching it so tightly. Now eat your soup while you still got your belly. Our next stop isnt until night fall and you wont be getting any food until then. I want to get home as quickly as possible. Your land makes me feel...sick. He explained, though he didnt mean it in an offensive way. The way the locals would glare at them from windows or mutter silently under their breaths made him feel uneasy. He was too young to have been involved in the old dispute centuries before his birth, but he still felt as if the burden was thrust upon his shoulders to continue that legacy.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Aspen watched out of the corner of her eye and listened to everything that Lanzarac did. She didn't trust him and her father had warned her of him. She wanted to hate him more, if it were possible, and she wanted to be as cruel to him as he was being to her, though she knew she wouldn't be able to. She was never the type to act out because she was mad, but this one had a way to get under her skin, she hated it and she wanted him out. She saw him smile and the way it curved at the ends, she decided that she didn't ever want to know his thoughts. She looked out at the rest of the elves, jealous of their laughter as she sat in nearly complete silence with her husband, though what wasn't silent was usually a snide comment. As her bowl was yanked away she looked at him, thankful for the breeze that helped cool her off. She didn't want anything else to eat, if she had she would have asked herself, but the tiny elf was gone before a word even came from her so instead she turned to Lanzarac. I could have done that myself, there is no need to be so rude all the time, to everyone you ever speak to. After the elf came back, gave them the food and wondered off again she ate her food in silence. She only took a couple more spoonfuls before setting down her bowl and looking at everyone else. She was pleased to find them packing everything back up, and getting ready for their second departure.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Lanzarac didnt like how Aspen ignored his advice and figured he had annoyed her sufficiently for the day. With a smile, he stood up and gave her what she finally desired. He moved away and went to look for the Captain of the escort, giving him instructions that they should be ready to depart at once. Soon the entire camp was in an uproar as men scrambled about, getting their horses and moving into formation. Lanzarac came back to Aspen after a few moments and grabbed her by the arm. He lifted her onto her feet and led her towards the carriage without a word. He opened the door and kicked the stand down, allowing her to climb in. But rather than get in with her, he shut the door behind and went around to the front bench where the driver sat. Climbing beside the elf, he gave the gesture for them to depart and soon they were rumbling down the road once again. The driver hummed quietly to himself and tried to engage his Prince in small talk, though Lanzarac only replied with single words and in a monotone voice. Its not that he wasnt friendly with his own troops, he was simply too preoccupied by his new bride to be able to interact properly. She certainly was a stubborn one, of a sort he had never experienced before. Was it because his people were sundered from the rest of their kin? Or perhaps she assumed he was a kin-slayer like the older generations that came before him. Sure, he had teased and mocked her a little but thats just how life was in Asova. You had to be able to take a joke if you wanted to advance into the higher circles. He thought back to the way she had answered his comments and wondered if she would have that type of tone when he was ravishing her. Ah yes, the consummation, Lanzarac thought while licking his lips. Dusk was beginning to fall and it looked as if it would rain that night as well, as clouds were brewing in the east and heading their way. The horses were starting to sweat and foam and the soldiers seemed tired and disinterested as the days march came to an end. Raising his arm, he gave the order for the column to halt and for tents to be thrown up on the other side of the ditch. They would rest along the roadside and continue their journey in the morning as soon as possible. As he climbed out of the drivers bench, men were already setting up picket lines and officers were shouting where the nights watches would be located. The first tent that was being set up was a red tent meant for the royal couple, which would consist of three sleeping rolls thrown together and a small desk set in the corner. Striding over to the door of the carriage, he pounded three times, Time to come out, Princess. Bring whatever you intend to sleep in as well. He shouted through the window, and waited to help his bride climb out safely.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Aspen could tell that this marriage was going to have problems outside of their views and opinions. She watched as he moved to get all of his men together in a formation that would work for their travelling. She had no problem with sitting by herself on the log, she had been lonely all of her life, so why not just a little bit longer. After a few moments she noticed another of the dark elf men coming over to her. She wondered if he was coming to her to also say something rude and to make fun, but he didn't. She was so pleased when all he did was smile and say hello to her, so she waved and smiled back to him. It made her feel more welcome and the sad part was that it came from a complete stranger and not her husband. After she was pulled up by her husband she moved with him swiftly to the carriage enjoying that he isn't speaking to her. She figured he might be mad at her, but let him be she told herself, she had no reason to want him to like her other than for marriage reasons and none of that really required much conversing. As she walked into the carriage she was under the impression that he would at least set with her while they rode until nightfall, but when he didn't she was almost relieved to have time alone with herself. When he moved up and sat with the driver she knew for sure now that he wasn't coming back so she made the time for herself. Bending down she removed her shoes and placed her legs across the bench and decided to just relax for the ride, since she couldn't really do much else. She thought about her new life, and what it might hold, but after a while it got tiresome and she found herself quickly falling asleep with her head laying against the side of the bench. It was a peaceful sleep, until her husband decided to bang on the door. She woke up with a groan and as much as she wanted to scream back a reply, she figured she would just rile him up more. Slowly she sat up and put her shoes back on, then moved to set net to the bench and pulled out the chest which held her night clothing. She might really dislike the man, but she would have to sleep next to him tonight and she knew it wouldn't go well for either of them should she wear anything green. Going through her night gowns, she found a red one that her hand maiden always described as a little indecent, but she decided to wear it. Picking it up and holding it in her arms she exited the door to her husband.
Thread: Converging Two Sides of The Same Race. (Alexandria94 & BennyQ)

Lanzarac helped Aspen exit the carriage and noted her red gown in her arms, bright red and long. Preferably, Lanzarac liked to sleep shirtless and without any covers, so he guessed the dress would be appropriate to sleep bare within the tent. The clouds were gathering and already a few drops fell about them. He led her towards the makeshift camp up and down the road and was pleased to see his tent rise just as he approached. Two soldiers exited from within, bowing to them and indicating everything was set and ready. Inside, a tarp had been laid across the grass and a single folded blanket sat in a corner, with two pillows on top. A grouping of soft furs was in the opposite corner, instead as a mattress, with a small desk to the right of the entrance. Lanzarac immediately released Aspens hand when they were inside and closed the flap behind her. Then he took a seat at his desk. Though there was no work to do, no dispatches or bulletins to read, it was still a routine he enjoyed at the end of every night. Reflection, meditation, and planning for the next day. He sat quietly for a quarter of an hour, saying nothing and sitting perfectly still with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes shut. He thought of his life up until now, of the future burdens of having a wife and all that was entailed with it. No more drinking and gambling into the night, no more rushing off to halt a goblin raiding party, no more explicit flirtation with the daughters of elf lords. The thought seemed to depress him as he could only now honourably sleep with one woman, Aspen. Eyes jerking open, he looked down at the table and cursed himself for not having any form of distraction from his thoughts. He did have a map, though somewhat outdated, and used a feathered pen to trace how far they had come so far. They were several miles behind where they should have been and he immediately thought of all the excess baggage that Aspen had brought. Without looking to her, he muttered, You have too many things. Do you really need all that stuff? Its going to be cold tonight, lets burn some of it to keep ourselves warm. He meant it as a jest of course, but he didnt have the tone of voice to indicate it was so.