Thread: Death is no Friend (Google & JadedDarling)

Once a year, during the Summer, Caralel would visit the Sheltea Isles as a vacation retreat. It was quite a popular attraction for the wealthy. As the epic center for the regional games including gladiator fights, beast races, and contests, as well as having some of the most beautiful architecture and scenery in the land, it had plenty of amusement and pleasure to offer. It was always a relaxing month for Caralel to get away from the Palace and to visit Sheltea. A time she always looked forward to. But now she was back home, and quite glad to be so, surprisingly. The entire time she had been away on vacation she couldn't focus on anything more than thoughts of her brother. Their bond had grown irrevocably stronger over the last year. It was wrong. Treasonably wrong. But Caralel loved him like a lover. She couldn't remember when this happened when these feelings had developed. For they seemed to have materialized undetected until they were realized, unexpectantly. And then came the many months of trying to deny it, and trying to keep it a secret from him even in their moments of intense passion. Until one day it had slipped out, and joyfully, her brother admitted the same love in return. Since then things had been grand, and she wanted nothing else other than to be near her brother. Which is why she found herself making a visit to the western wing of her palace home, a day after returning from Sheltea. She had been updated upon arriving and discovered that her brother had gained a new personal weapons trainer who was supposed to increase the Prince's combat skills and elevate him to a higher level of finesse. She wanted to witness for herself this new hobby of his, congratulate him in person for these successes, and most importantly simply to show her face and to let him know that she was free tonight for his private company. The secret symbol set up between the two was an ivory hair barette and a red coral ring. Caralel would wear the barette in her hair if she wanted a nightly visit, and the Prince would wear his ring if he wanted the same. The silent code had worked flawlessly between them each and every time. A racket of clanging steel could be heard through the open halls of the western wing before Caralel even arrived on the scene. The fashion for wealthy ladies was not what you'd expect, and being the Princess, she always set the example for the entire kingdom. Their clothing was always worn light and airy, with a comfortable, feminine appeal. It was only common to have skin exposed, and the popular, desirable trend was to have a unique accent about the way it dressed. Today, Caralel's rose-colored dress hugged her young curves at all the right places. It was about seven inches too long and dragged the ground if it weren't caught and manipulated into the air, for the material was sheer and whispy enough to be blown out to sea on a good gust of wind. There was a long slit cut all the way to her thigh, high enough to reveal a buttock if grazed a few inches higher, and promptly exposed her bare leg as she walked across the mosaic tiles. It covered her chest with a sash of material that slanted up to one shoulder, leaving the other bare. Her arms were left bare as well, adorned with a couple of bangle bracelets almost too big for her dainty wrists. She had full-length hair pinned back by that ivory barrette dark red in color, akin to the hue depth of dried blood. Whereas her eyes shined like golden dinner plates, expressively big and framed with extraordinarily long lashes. She smiled, stepping into the weather exposed room with balconies overlooking the mountainous view. It was a large room, great for sword practice, with high ceilings that heralded sounds. She was happy to see her brother, who was caught up in a heated practice with his new mentor. Not wanting to disturb anything she remained silent, studying them. And soon enough another girl slipped into the room, taking her place next to Caralel's side. This girl wore simpleton clothes a dress of bland colors and crude weavings. She was barefoot, with an iron anklet signifying her slave status. But despite these, she was a very beautiful person in vibrant health. Her beauty was often compared to the Princess. And the oddity that set her apart was the snow white color of her long hair a rare sight in these parts. Her eyes were a soft blue that often avoided direct contact. Her name was Abrial, and she leaned in close to Caralel's ear to whisper something scandalous, which put the Princess into a delighted giggle. Their subject of muse no doubt held its source upon the two men engaged in a practice session of sword skills.