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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Jan 26, 2011 2:50:54 GMT -5
Despite his outburst about his wound being healed she could not stop the concern from showing on her face. "I know you rushed back here, and for that I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you safe. I just...when I saw the blood and the scar I thought that my heart was going to stop right in the middle of court." She watched his fingers mover through his curls and smiled gently as she reached up to grab his hand and tangle her fingers with his. "Forgive me for my worry."
She listened intently as he spoke of what happened at the piece conference and it all came back to one point being the Baron's adoptive son. Ceried'a could not say she knew him very well, only seeing the boy in passing really, and so she could not judge of course if he would have been capable of hurting another like Sorren said he was accused of. Still the concern she saw upon his face, in his voice made her chest tighten.
"No, Sorren do not doubt your son. He is your honor, your heir. You are his father, if anything he is as honorable as you are and was doing what you thought he was before this doubt...the right thing." She touched his face, moving in closer now as she lifted it up so that her eyes could meet his. Gentle fingers moved along the rough scruff of his beard, "As for your actions, there is no turning back now from them. Tensions were high and you were defending your child. I would have done the same. If anything the other would understand such actions. You son was being the good man that I know you taught him to be." Pressing her forehead to his she took a soft breath in along with the sweet and spicy scent trying to clear her mind.
There would be many things to do now, to figure out where to move the next piece of this puzzle. Releasing her lover she stood once more, one arm crossed over her body as the other rested against it, chin in her hand as her gaze swept out towards the window.
"A royal visit then...if the young man was at the Peace Conference he had to be a noble. Do you have any idea who he was? Perhaps a show of good will is needed then." Brushing her curls from her face she turned back to Sorren, "I can arrange for myself...and his Majesty to travel to Niendra. If the Peace Conference has failed then maybe it's time that pride is set aside. For the good of Carthonia..." There was no joke, not tease, no game in her words...if trying to cut the throats of enemies did not work the first time around perhaps it was time to bare ones own throat in hopes of gaining respect through showing respect?
"How long can we truly hide behind armies, wars, and relying on others to try and negotiate peace? Nero willing, this might have to be how it is done."
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Jan 26, 2011 19:42:06 GMT -5
She always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better. Of course Vaenes wouldn't lie to him like that, wouldn't blatantly go against the entire reason for having a peace conference. Surely he had raised his son better than that, even if he had perhaps raised them to be just as prejudiced against Niendrans. And he couldn't say that he entirely regretted that. He shoved the little inkling of doubt out of his mind, trusting in Ceried'a's words and his earlier judgement. He was merely thinking too hard about this. He had a tendency to do that. As the queen pressed her forehead to his, he smiled and traced a finger along her cheek, thinking how lucky he was to have someone like her to keep him grounded.
"You're right, of course. Thank you."
Sorren almost reached out to bring her back to the bed when she stood up, but he didn't. She seemed to be thinking. Then she asked if he knew who the young man was that Vaenes and his friend had been taking to the medical tent. He shook his head. "I have no idea. I'm afraid I didn't get a look at his face, but he did have long brown hair."
Her next words nearly struck him dumb for a moment. Go to Niendra? Was she out of her mind?! But he wouldn't say something that callous to her. Still, he stood up, his fists clenched, almost angry at the fact that she would risk her life for such a thing, even if it was her duty as queen to protect her country.
"How can you even suggest such a thing at a time like this?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice below shouting level and not quite succeeding, his voice raising as he continued. "This is the worst possible time to go anywhere near the border. They're likely to kill you as soon as look at you! Would you really sacrifice your own safety like that, simply for the sake of trying to salvage some semblance of peace between us and the Niendrans? It's too late for that. If it wasn't already before, it most certainly is now! Besides, what about your children? If you are killed... if you..."
Emotions raged through his tensed body as he struggled to find words for what he was trying to express, but could find none. He simply stood with his fists clenched at his sides, glaring at the floor.
(OOC: I was going to have him go soft and mention the messenger idea by means of apology for blowing up like that, but I figured I'd give Ceri a chance to argue back if she wants)
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Jan 26, 2011 23:27:49 GMT -5
As much as Ceried'a disliked those of the Niendrian courts she was willing to travel to them, to try to go back to the tentative peace before...perhaps if anything they could simply forget that each other existed. She knew it probably wouldn't work...but she still had to--
"How can you even suggest such a thing at a time like this?"
The voice was that of her sweet gentle Baron, but it was not the sweet rough voice that she'd listen to during their whispered moments in Maesser. This tone was full of anger as she looked up at him, surprise rippling through her body.
"S-Sorren..." Her own voice faltered as her fingers went to the skirt of her dress, gripping it as suddenly she found herself unnerved by this outburst. She had never seen him angry or upset like this before. He spoke of war, of death...of leaving her children behind, and once more since he'd entered the hall did Ceried'a look frightened as she took a step back trying to stop the trembling that passed through her then.
"I only thought..." Trailing off she looked away, fighting the tears that rose in her eyes now as she turned from Sorren.
"This is my home! My kingdom! I have to do something because I am the Queen, I rule here..." Her voice shook and barely rose above a whisper, "If I don't do something I could lose everything. My home, my children..." Turning she moved back until she was within reach of Sorren, grabbing his shirt with her hand as she held him.
"I could lose you if we go to war. What of you? Your sons? Would you leave me for war to wait and pray to Nero you would come back to me?" Her voice steadily rose up as well, as she gripped him, crying now. "I don't want to see Carthonia fall, I don't want to lose the one person I've ever loved because of a mistake! So what should I do Sorren?"
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Jan 27, 2011 0:46:55 GMT -5
He looked up when she spoke his name, and at the look on her face all the anger and frustration visibly left his body. The frightened look in her eyes hit him like an arrow through his heart. How could he have been so careless as to yell at her like that? He cursed himself inwardly for being so stupid. The idea of her taking off to venture into enemy territory had caught him entirely by surprise, and he had reacted without thinking. He simply could not abide the idea of her doing such a thing. If she were to go off and get herself killed, he didn't know what he would do. The intensity of his emotions had overwhelmed him.
But as she turned away and continued speaking, her voice shaking, all he was left with was the shame of having been so callous toward her. The tension left him and he unclenched his fists, coming toward her at the same time that she came to him, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. Her words, her tears, cut him like knives, and he buried his face in her soft dark hair.
"I'm sorry, Ceried'a, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that," he said, his voice soft though in his mind he was still swearing at himself. "I just can't bear the thought of losing you. I've lost enough people in my life. I want to protect you." He wanted to hold her like this forever and never let go, just stop time right there and not worry about anything else ever again, but he sighed and pulled back just slightly, looking down into her eyes.
War. He didn't want to talk about war any more than she did, though he knew it was necessary to be prepared. As for his sons, he liked to think that he had prepared them for such an eventuality. But Ceried'a... It wasn't as if he could bring her with him to the battlefield. And even if he did, it would only distract him to no end, knowing that she was there and in danger. Perhaps that was a bit selfish, since she would have to endure being away from him, not knowing whether he lived or died from day to day. He had been in a similar position once, fearing for Thul'i when he went out on guard duty... and that had not ended well. He didn't want to do that to Ceried'a, and yet he might have to, if war did break out. It put a whole new perspective on things.
He sighed before relenting to her idea. Though it was dangerous, it would certainly be effective if it worked. "Maybe you should send a messenger to see if they will even receive you. And if they will, you must somehow arrange for me to come with you. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to you, and I was not there to stop it."
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Jan 27, 2011 13:55:33 GMT -5
She was scared. Ceried'a did not often admit to the feeling enough to say that she'd ever really be frightened much in her life. Her wedding day had been one of them, having seen another man die before her just days before she was forced into it...she'd been scared the first time she'd had her first son, a young girl barely ready to be a mother...and now...
Not even watching her husband die had scared her, she simply had done what instinct told her was right and hurried to do it before damage could be done. That was why she did what she did here, suggested that she go out and try to make things better but Sorren's words had nearly made her heart stop.
When she'd turned to move to him, to grab him she was surprised to find him already so close. Part of her wanted to gnash her teeth at him, tell him she knew what she was doing. Had he not seen her with a blade? She may have been Queen but she could---
The arms closed around her, tight, secure and suddenly the anger was smothered like a flame losing oxygen. It was still there but his warmth, knowing that right now she had him there made it flutter and fade slowly. Never had she thought of how Sorren might have felt of her plan, of what he had lost or would lose in battle as well. Feeling his head rest upon hers she let out a small whimpering cry.
"No, I am a selfish woman my dearest Baron, I thought only of myself." She murmured against his chest, "You have been a warrior all your life it seems, I did not think about what you might have lost to that life. I'm just scared..." Her hands released his shirt, running over his arms slowly as she leaned in nuzzling against him. As he pulled back she looked up at him a sad smile, "I do not need to forgive you...you were only trying to make me see sense weren't you? Besides, I have never seen the brash Baron Radvhet as some have talked about. It was surprising to see you so stern."
She listened to him speak, a messenger would work perhaps best for them in the end. Slowly the tension left her though still the worry would not stop wrinkling her brow, "If that is how we must have it be done then it shall be. It is not as if I would have the Niendrians be our friends, but I do not believe them worthy of wasting the lives of our soldiers on for their petty feuds." Slowly pulling further away she gave a small sigh, letting her fingers slip up into her hair, pushing it from her face as she wiped the last remnants of tears away. "I will discuss it with His Majesty after he is done with his meetings. I think he would see the promise in such a task." She replied, knowing that by days end she would have one sent away already without even having to meet with her doll to pretend to talk.
"For now though my dearest Baron should I let you rest more? I could have one of my ladies bring you up a hot meal...I hope you plan to extend your stay for another night with us at least. I have missed you despite the tragic circumstances of why you were forced to come here." As she spoke she moved to take his hand, lifting his fingers up to pale rosy lips as she brushed gentle kisses to his knuckles before touching it once more to her cheek.
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Jan 27, 2011 19:16:51 GMT -5
He nearly smiled at the irony of her words despite the guilt he was feeling. "You're no more selfish than I am. I would put myself in harm's way to protect you, but I would not let you do the same. And the 'brash Baron Radvhet' is overrated."
He couldn't even begin to express how relieved he was to hear her say that, though. He was afraid he had ruined what they had between them with his outburst, had scared her away from him, when he had seen her reaction and the look in her eyes. He was more glad than he could say, to know that that was not the case. Even more than that, she understood the reason for his anger. He suppressed the urge to crush her to him and cover her with kisses. What had he ever done to deserve someone like Ceried'a?
And then they were talking about what could be done about the situation with the peace conference. Would Niendra receive a messenger in light of the recent events? Perhaps. However, he could not say one way or the other. Whether or not they would receive the king and queen to discuss what had happened was another matter entirely. Sorren sincerely hoped they would not, aware that it was a rather selfish hope. But at least if they did, he could be there to protect her. That was some small comfort, he supposed.
He smiled as she kissed his fingers then held his hand to her cheek. He brushed his thumb over the soft skin where her tears had been before answering her questions. "I think I'm done resting, and I ate some of the breakfast that was left here for me. My men and I won't be able to leave until we've replenished supplies, so I should think we'll be here for a few more days." He would have had them stay even longer, if only to have more time with the queen, but he did have to get back to Maesser and see how his son was handling things in his absence.
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Jan 27, 2011 22:46:37 GMT -5
"I'm not sure really... I think the Baron of Maesser could strike fear into the hearts of many enemies if that is how you act." She teased, trying to shake the harsh words that had frightened her. He'd only meant them in order to protect her. Still the feelings she had... she wanted badly to argue that she could go to Niendra and defend herself and her kingdom, but she didn't want her lover to worry about her, or cause him any more grief. While her husband had been a man she had no issues undermining the Baron did not treat her like a brainless tart to simply play bed games with. "I am happy to have such a man in my court supporting me."
She meant every word, it was men like Sorren that made her confident that she could still run this kingdom with or without a king. It made her so desperately want to tell him now before it was too late of what she'd done, but still she just remained silent. One day she would tell him and pray that he would still be this kind man before her. "It also doesn't hurt to see such passions from you even if inspired from anger." Ceried'a whispered as she turned her head to catch the thumb stroking her cheek gently with her teeth playfully before placing a kiss upon the rough pad of it. "Your child is no doubt running Maesser with the values you have taught him. I can only imagine that a son of yours would be a great leader."
Pulling back ever so slightly she sighed, "If only I could return with you to your home. Away from courts and rumors...not forced to leave your side at night..."
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Jan 28, 2011 22:36:50 GMT -5
Sorren didn't know what came over him, but suddenly he couldn't keep himself from Ceried'a any longer. All thoughts of talking about plans and war were thrown out the window. Maybe it was her silky red robe with the enticing white lace peeking from underneath. Maybe it was the way she grazed her teeth over his thumb and then kissed it, which was probably one of the sexiest things he had seen in a while, though he had no idea why. Or maybe it was just that she was there, and he was there, and having been apart for a month after their week together at the winter festival in Maesser, he couldn't stand it anymore. Whatever the reason was, he felt a hunger for her he could hardly control.
He looked down into her dark eyes with desire evident in his own. "Ceried'a, what is it about you that makes me feel like I'm just going to go up in flames? I can't get enough of you," he said huskily, then gathered her into his arms and kissed her almost roughly. His hands went to the sash tying the robe together, undoing the bow. He slid the soft material from her shoulders and ran his lips down her neck to the newly-bared skin, running his fingers through her long dark hair.
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Jan 28, 2011 23:53:53 GMT -5
What scandal would there be if the Queen of Carthonia vanished in the morning? No sigh of her nor the king...escape, leaving her son to rule and her other children to wonder with the kingdom...
The thought was so tempting as she felt arms tighten around her. Looking up she met his gaze. Many times the palace had performers enter, wild animals "tamed" to perform, but Ceried'a had often felt a kinship with them...seeing in their eyes how desperately they wished to tear out the throats of those that chained them, to devour. The gaze of desire with something sad, burning so hot that at she wondered if they'd scorch her flesh. Looking up into the Baron's bright eyes she felt it reach her core and shake her...just like his shouts of anger, but different all at the same time.
"Sorren...you and I...if this is fire then we'll turn to ash together and enjoy it the whole way there." She murmured before the kiss smashed to her own lips, bruising that would leave the already rosy flesh red, her breath burning in her lungs as she found herself holding it at first...to startled and consumed to thing of moving her lungs to take a breath. Finally she pulled her lips away for just the briefest second as she parted her lips before returning the kiss with fervor.
With the sash of her dress easily disposed off the red and white silks split and fell, pushed by strong hands before touched with gentle lips, pooling to the floor in heap at their feet as she let herself be taken in more by those hands...that touch. A small whimper rose up from her as slender arms circled his neck, holding him close.
"Oh Sor--" She began to whisper before over the sound of panting breath she could hear the scuff of boots on stone and carpet. She froze as they grew closer towards the room. Her heart jumped into her throat as she tried to untangle herself from his arms, "Sorren, someone is--" It was not footsteps this time, but a knock at the door that cut the Queen's hushed voice off as her hand went to her own mouth to silence herself.
"Baron Radvhet?" A male voice echoed through the heavy door in question as the knock sounded again.
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Jan 30, 2011 17:22:34 GMT -5
He had been so caught up in her touch, her scent, her taste, that at first he didn't hear the footsteps in the hall. Then, as she tried to pull away and tell him, he heard it and loosened his hold on her. He didn't have any time to think before the knock came upon the door, and a man spoke. Oh gods, what was he going to do?
"J-just a moment," the baron called back, looking around frantically for a place to hide the queen. He couldn't very well stuff her in a drawer or under the bed clothes. There didn't seem to be a single hiding place in the room. Except...
"Quick, get in the tub!" he whispered, ushering her over to it. There was no time to empty the water; she would just have to get in as is. The thing was easily big enough to hide her if she ducked down a bit. But for good measure, he quietly pulled the clothes-changing screen in front of it, so it could not be seen from the door. Trusting her to get in, he picked up her robe and stuffed it in a drawer, then went back over to stand by the bed and started buttoning up his shirt. "Come in!"
An older man came in, and Sorren knew him immediately. Gromme was gruff and graying, with a full beard, going on sixty years old, but tough and spry as a man half his age. The baron had known him nearly all his life, and he was one of his most trusted guardsmen. The older man looked Sorren up and down.
"Am I interrupting something?" Gromme asked with a sly grin. "You always were a healthy lad. Should we take you to a tavern later tonight?"
From anyone else, a comment like that might have warranted a tongue-lashing, but Gromme was a special case. Still, the baron's face reddened slightly. Was it so obvious? Damn the thin material that was the fashion in Ingril. He tugged at his shirt, trying to make it stretch longer. "No, that's not necessary. I have much to discuss with the king. Anyway, Gromme, what brings you to see me?"
"The boys and I just wondered if you wanted to come with us to the market to get supplies and such, and if there was anything in particular you thought we might need."
"I'm afraid I shall be too busy for that," he said, glad Gromme could not read minds. He went to the bedside table where his sword and beltpouch lay, taking a little bag of coins and tossing it to the older man. "I trust your judgement. Just don't buy any perishable food yet, unless you intend to eat it here. We will be staying for a few more days."
"Aye, sir. The men will be glad of that."
With that, Gromme departed, with Sorren closing the door behind him. He stayed there until he could hear footsteps no longer, then sighed, his shoulders sagging with relief. "That was close," he said quietly, grabbing a towel and taking it to Ceried'a in the bath.
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Jan 31, 2011 21:29:22 GMT -5
Ceried'a had told people she was coming to see the Baron, but as it was now they weren't really in a position to have this "meeting" look very well as the time would take the Queen to tie her dress back on there would be some suspicion. She'd thought to use her powers of illusion to conceal herself, but before she could tell Sorren to let her concentrate he was already ushering her to the tub to get in.
At first she thought to protest, but then as another knock sounded she knew that either ways she'd be hiding, though to see the Baron look so flustered if she was visible...
White silk soaked up the water as she moved into the bath, the waters cooler now, but still scented with lavender and spices. Of course this would be a more enjoyable bath if she'd had the Baron in with her, though she satisfied herself with simply slipping lower as she listened to the men on the other side of the screen.
It nearly killed her not to laugh at the old soldier's comments to her lover. It seems he knew what the elder Radvhet was up to, but to think how he would react to know that it wasn't some naive little lady in waiting he had in his room, or even just himself, but a Queen who in the eyes of her people was still married. Still her enjoyment was short lived as they talked about when they would leave...
It would always be like this...him leaving her, or her leaving him to go back to the lives they were suppose to live. His King was a mere illusion, but it was still a chain that bound her now. And war, with war she could see Sorren going further from her, and the thought of that made her heart hurt in a way she'd never felt before.
Once they were alone again she righted herself in the tub, waiting for Sorren to come around to the bath before she looked up at him, her feet propped daintily on the edge as the fabric around her floated about. Another reason to forget of simply tricks of illusion as she slowly stood up, white fabric clung, already thin fabric leaving less to the imagination now as she smiled down at the other before she took the towel from him to start drying her wet hair.
"Are you so eager to speak with the king about war?" She teased, stepping out of the tub, water pooling at her feet as she stepped in closer, not yet covering herself, "Should I leave you then? Though I do wonder just how suspicious it would be for others to see me like this if I did."
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Feb 4, 2011 17:51:45 GMT -5
His breath caught in his throat as she stood up, white underdress soaked through and clinging to her body in a way that would have stolen any words he might have wanted to say right out of his mouth. Only minutes ago he had been inwardly cursing the thin Ingril fabric that was the fashion for these desert people. Now, he took back everything he had been thinking. This made it all worth it, even if the same kind of fabric was making it entirely too evident to Ceried'a the effect she was having on him.
It took Sorren a moment to grasp what she had said to him, having been somewhat stunned by the sight of her, but he did finally take a step forward and find his voice, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Of course I'm not, but he didn't need to know that," he said with a grin. "And you can't leave here in those wet clothes. We'll have to find something to keep ourselves occupied while they dry. Now, let's get you out of them before you catch a cold..."
It was all he could do not to just rip the wet garment off her, right then and there.
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Feb 4, 2011 23:55:16 GMT -5
The mild scent of the perfumed water was warm as it floated up, the oils in the water making it bead on flesh as she smirked at Sorren watching his reaction to her. She stepped in closer giving a small chuckle. "Oh so the Baron lies too...how clever." She brushed her hand over his chest as she caught the first button, pulling it open before she looked up at him, "And so concern for me as well to not have me walk around soaked and catch cold so sweet..." Leaning up she wrapped her arms around him as her lips brushed softly against his, her smile spreading.
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The sun was nearly below the horizon, the inky blackness and brightness of the stars encroaching upon the last crimson and gold ribbons of the day light as Cereid'a finally collapsed next to Sorren. What little in the room was upon the tables and mantle were scattered around the floor now of the darkening room. Her giggles rose up, soft between quiet pants for breath as she laid against the Baron's chest, head resting against his heart listening to it beat.
"It has been too long my Baron, my sweet Baron..." She murmured, letting her lips kiss up to his shoulder as her eyes fell on the silver band on his arm. "If only I could stay with you every waking hour like this."
Fingernails brushed along it feeling the engravings knowing the Carthonia and Maesser carvings before feeling something else along the bottom of the band. Letting her head fall a little lower she let her eyes look upon it. It felt warm to the touch simply from the heat of his body. A soft hum came from her lips as she rolled over onto the mattress of the bed, stretching a little as she drew a sheet up towards her body, "Sorren...?" She asked, pushing aside a wild tendril of hair, "Who is Thul'i?" Her gaze graced over flesh before meeting his gaze.
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Post by Sorren Alotear Radvhet on Feb 5, 2011 2:55:48 GMT -5
Their nights in Maesser during the winter festival had been passionate, but this afternoon had been rather different. Perhaps the stress of the peace conference and subsequent relief of arriving in Ingril and seeing the queen again had made Sorren realize just how important Ceried'a really was to him. Or perhaps all their talk of war had brought out some sense of animalistic urgency in him. And of course, seeing her in that wet gown had only served to fan the flames. He had been a bit wild... and Ceri had responded in kind. Thus, the room was a little worse for wear, as was her underdress. A sheepish grin came to his lips as he lay back on the bed, surveying the damage, putting an arm around his giggling lover.
"What I wouldn't give for that," he agreed, absently tracing the curve of her hip with his fingers. After a little while, she rolled off of him and pulled up a sheet. He turned onto his right side to look at her as she swept aside a stray lock of dark hair.
"Sorren...? Who is Thul'i?"
A fleeting look of shocked pain crossed his features for a split-second before it was replaced by one of hard determination. He had thought about telling her before, but he had never told anyone else, and every time he thought about it he worried how she might react. He should have known she would notice the name scratched on his armband sooner or later. He wanted no secrets between them, especially after she had been so forthcoming about her relationship with the king. But how did he even begin? He had never spoken about it before.
"Thul'i... He was..." Sorren could not seem to meet her eyes, afraid of what he might see in them when he finally got the words out, so instead he stared at the wall behind her. Best to do this quickly, like pulling out an arrow. "He was my lover." And suddenly words gushed forth like blood from a wound, the pain evident in his face again as the mask of composure crumbled. "We had been best friends since we were children. I kept my feelings secret at first, but when he turned eighteen and joined the city watch, I couldn't anymore. We were together for two years before he... A Niendran spy stabbed him trying to get into the city, and there was nothing the healer could do. The wound was too deep, had caused too much damage, he had lost too much blood..." He sighed, finally daring to look up at Ceried'a again. "I... never told anyone, before now. We always kept our relationship quiet, so no one ever really knew for sure, and then I just... never told anyone."
He felt strangely calm, having told his story for the first time, but he braced himself for her reaction, whatever it might be. Some part of him was afraid that she would reject him now. He only hoped this was irrational.
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Post by Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern on Feb 5, 2011 11:41:13 GMT -5
Most of what Ceried'a knew of Sorren before this affair had been of stories that soldiers passing through the courts would tell, their first time meeting alone she had found him to be more than the gruff warrior with a noble title as he spoke of his sons and his duty without separating from what he felt. It had all been so sudden she realized. Her time riding with him making her realize how desperately she craved a kinder spirit, and then her visit to Maesser had been the moment she realized, somehow in the few hours they'd had alone together she'd fallen in love.
Eyes widened just a little now as Sorren talked about a love before her. Lips parted, just the tiniest space as if to let out some noise, but none came. She'd thought for a minute that the name was that of a son, but she knew those names already, and now as the Baron spoke of a past lover she pushed herself up onto one arm just a bit so she could look at the other as he told his story. Once he looked at her and finished she sat there in silence, sitting up now, the sheet pulled around the front of her form.
The Baron was not a boy, and she knew that there were probably other lovers before her, but she was a little surprised. She knew of men and women rumored to be fey in the courts, but it was something kept secret. After the week in Maesser and the few hours today they'd been given she was certain that Sorren was not making up his affections for her, but the pain in his expression, his voice...
Reaching out she touch the band once more, letting the pad of a finger stroke over it, "I have never loved anyone before you, I have never lost anyone I have had any feeling for. I can only imagine how painful that would be." She frowned, never did she wish to know that feeling either as once more her mind trailed back to war and the chance that the Baron wold have to leave her. "Your Thul'i must have been a wonderful man to have caught your eye. I am almost jealous that he had your heart first." Leaning forward now she brushed her lips against his shoulder, up his throat to his cheek before pressing her forehead to his.
"I am sorry you had to lose him, but thank you for telling me of him." She murmured, embracing him, "I only wish I could give you more than this as comfort for what you had to be put through."
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