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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 15:35:36 GMT -5
Vaguely Kayla was aware that Terion stood, that he was next to her inspecting the pendant. She didn't move as he spoke. She was an heir? She was....royalty? Now that it had sunk in, the reality that she was adopted wasn't that unusual. She had wondered on occasion why she was so much taller than either of her parents, and also why both of them had such dark eyes compared to her clear green ones. Taking an unsteady breath, she blinked and looked up at him. "So I'm a descendant of some royal line?" she whispered, not daring to believe the fact. It was all too weird. Then Gemello came down, carrying a bag in his hands. "What your mother says is true," he leant to the conversation, sitting back down. Placing the bag on the table in front of her, he said quietly, "this is your inheritance. This is what your father left to you before he died. We haven't touched it; all of it is yours now. We will not leave you in the world without some means of caring for yourself." Kayla opened the bag methodically. The strings untied, gold glimmered in the candlelight, throwing small glimmers across the four faces. Kayla was rich.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 19:22:35 GMT -5
Terion was surprised at Kayla as he began to put the pieces of her family's history together. she pretty much sat there stunned and only repeated what she just found out. Terion knew that he now had an obligation to take her with him. He might have been the king of Ireland, but she was the rightful queen and Terion would not debate it. Terion wondered if Kayla had any idea that she was the queen of Ireland. Terion's attention went to the large sum of gold that was set on the table for Kayla. That was not a small sum of money. She would be able to buy a town with that much. Terion smirked and then looked back at Kayla, "Kayla..." He paused, "You are the queen of Ireland." Terion concluded. This must have been overwhelming for her, but it was alright because she was supposed to be that way. Anyone would be overwhelmed at this point.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 20:04:43 GMT -5
The news came as a shock to all three of the small family that sat there. Though Ariana and Gemello assumed that Kayla was of some sort of nobility, they would never have guessed she was the queen. "Our Kayla?!" gasped Ariana, half rising, "The queen of our land!" Such a thing came as a giant surprise. Kayla couldn't talk, her mouth hanging open just a bit. The words entered her thoughts, though they did not fully sink in. Standing, she looked at her shocked parents, then at Terion, the money, and her pendant. The runes were so strange to her, yet so familiar from the nineteen years she had worn it. Taking it up, she put it around her neck again. Her green eyes glimmering with something that may have been tears, she suddenly turned and beat a retreat up the stairs. Entering her room, she sat on the edge of the bed, tucking her knees under her chin and allowing a single tear to escape her dark lashes. Whether from happiness, sadness, or pure overwhelming emotions, Kayla could not say.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 20:26:50 GMT -5
Terion figured that everyone was going to be a bit surprised and Terion was surprised. He took it better than everyone else did though. Kayla had a shocked look on her face, as did the rest of her family. Terion sighed and looked around at everyone once before he noticed Kayla running upstairs. Terion raised an eyebrow, wondering where it was that she could possibly be going. She was probably overwhelmed with everything. Terion turned to Ariana, "Perhaps you should go talk to her. I don't know if i am the best person to speak with her. I will if you will not. She needs someone to talk to right now because she is probably a bit overwhelmed with everything. Her emotions are probably as up and down as our countryside right now." Terion concluded, looking back and forth between the two parents.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 20:55:51 GMT -5
Gemello shook his head, still a bit dazed. The king would want to take Kayla now even more than ever, seeing as she was the apparent queen. It would be good if the two became a bit closer through this time. "Kayla needs someone closer to her age to go to her," Ariana wisely stated, "we are part of the problem; you might do better in calming her down. Kayla may make hasty decisions sometimes, but she calms down just as fast. You should go." Upstairs, Kayla sat there, thinking. The dimming afternoon light came in through her small window as she looked around at the room she had known her whole life. Now that she was somehow different from the past five minutes, she saw everything in a new light. The room was small, but cozy. She had put fragrant flowers around, added small touches of color whenever she could. Kayla enjoyed color. Her bed was below the window; next to it sat a small weathered nightstand. There was nothing on it but a lamp. Her clothes hung in a small recess across the room; looking at them she realized how much her parents had sacrificed for her. They had done everything they could to make her life wonderful, all the while sacrificing their interests. And yet they had never taken a coin of the gold that was apparently hers. A wave of love for the old pair swept over her. She loved her life; she loved them. But now she knew she didn't quite belong.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 21:10:28 GMT -5
Terion listened to Kayla's parents and then nodded his head. He supposed that he could go and talk to her, even though he wasn't sure he exactly agreed with Kayla's parent's logic. In any case he smiled as he walked past them, "Thank you for the meal, it was most excellent." He said to Ariana and gave her a smile, bowing his head slightly to her before he turned and walked upstairs. He hadn't been in this part of the house yet and he was a bit confused by it. He walked up the stairs and wondered where to go from there. However, after a moment he found his way and walked into Kayla's room. He saw her in the corner and he felt pity for her and he genuine concern. He walked over to her and knelt down beside her. He put his hand on her knee and whispered, "Are you alright my dear?" He asked, his voice showing concern.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 21:31:44 GMT -5
Hearing footsteps come up the stairs, she figured it was one of her parents coming up. For she would always consider them her parents, even if she was not born of them. Kayla was surprised when Terion came in. She had some small satisfaction in knowing that she was an equal to him. Her feelings earlier were validated, because she was not of lower rank in any way, shape, or form. He came over to her and knelt down. His hand was gentle on her knee, strangely comforting, and she made no move to make him stop. "I'm not your dear," she managed to state, her voice quavering a bit at the end, "and I'll be fine." A little choked up, she could not continue. So she looked away, looking out the window over the moor. The young king's presence was soothing, though she would never admit it. "Why do you care?" she questioned, her green eyes finally turning to his blue ones.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 21:54:24 GMT -5
Terion smiled when she said that she was not his dear. Well he knew that, it was just a figure of speech that he used frequently. If he considered someone his dear then he would simply call them sweetheart or darling, or something of that nature. Dear was too informal to call your loved one. It probably wasn’t too informal but Terion thought so in his mind so to him, it was informal. In any case, he raised an eyebrow when she asked him why he cared what her emotions were. “Well, for starters, you are the queen of Ireland. I oh you that respect to be concerned about your well being.” Terion said, moving so that he was sitting next to her against the bed. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and drew her close to him as she began to cry, or at least show the signs of crying. He drew her against his firm chest, “Secondly, I still wish to take you with me if it is your choice.” Terion requested in a soft voice, instinctively running one of his hands through her long brown hair.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 22:10:16 GMT -5
Kayla sniffled a bit as he sat beside her and drew her close. Her head rested against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. It was strong and steady against her cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoyed in the feeling of being protected in some strange way. His coarse hand stroked through her dark curls as he held her. Of course he wanted to take her. It was just another event adding to this most confusing day. Despite herself she enjoyed this. She enjoyed Terion's presence here with her. "Don't," she pleaded softly, lifting her head to meet his eyes, "don't make me want to come."
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 23:09:47 GMT -5
Terion held Kayla against his chest until she looked up at him and asked him not to make her come with him. Now, Terion didn’t honestly know how he could make her do anything. He was just trying to be kind to her situation. He understood that it must have been hard for her to accept all of these new things and all of these new ideas and opinions and this new life she was going to end up living. Terion looked down into her eyes, his own very calm and caring as he looked down at her, “I can make you do nothing. You are too stubborn for that.” He said honestly as he leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. He didn’t know how beat up she was going to be over this but he knew that she was going to need some comforting one way or another. So, before she could say anything he pulled her against his chest again, running his hand through her hair and the other over her back, holding her close, just comforting her.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 23:16:04 GMT -5
That managed to bring a small smile to Kayla's face as he pulled her close. And amazingly enough, she allowed herself to enjoy it. She allowed herself to enjoy this closeness, enjoy his touch, and enjoy his concern. That was a rare thing for her to do with any man. But Terion was different. Somehow she was attracted to him. So as he held her close, his hands working through her rippling curls again, she sighed softly and closed her eyes to think. There was so much to digest. She was the apparent lost heir of some ancient bloodline, the queen of Ireland, and now she had some feelings for this strong man holding her. In a day he had managed to turn her world upside down. As she sat there, pulled close to him, his presence was overwhelming, intoxicating one might say. Slowly, though she did not know why, she lifted her head, catching his gaze in hers. As if in a trance she slowly leaned up and brushed his lips with hers in a light, questioning kiss. The second after the quick touch she blushed delicately and lowered her head again. What had she done that for?
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 23:22:00 GMT -5
Terion continued to hold Kayla, beginning to rock her after a moment, still running his hands through her long curls and her silky hair. He enjoyed the long hair of a woman, it felt cool and relaxing in his hands. Her head against his was a comforting thing for him as well as it was for her. Terion kissed her forehead as he thought about what was about to happen. Now, if she didn't come with him then she would simply remain in this village and be a baker. Terion would not force her to the throne. If she didn't remain in the village and came with him then she would become queen and sit with him whether she was married to him or not. Terion would acknowledge her royalty and her power. He was in thought when she looked up at him and there was a light brush of her lips against his. She had just kissed him. He smiled and as she moved her head down against his chest again, he moved his left hand from her back and brought it to her chin, bringing her head up and he took her in a deep and passionate kiss, his lips pressing hard against hers as he kissed her, pulling her closer.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 23:26:25 GMT -5
A small gasp escaped her lips as he brought her up into a kiss. It was passionate and fiery, as his other kisses had been, but this time it was different. This time she wanted to kiss him. So she tilted her head, dark locks spilling down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, and kissed him back fully. She had never kissed anyone before, but she was already getting the hang of it. Perhaps it just came naturally to girls. Her lips were rosy and full as she pressed them against his, just enjoying the small thrills that raced around her mind as he pulled her closer to him. This time she welcomed the feel of his powerful arms around her, his lips against hers, his body so near to her. Kayla closed her eyes in bliss, loving this, loving this moment where the two of them were here. Against her better judgement she kept kissing him, just wanting this right now.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 12, 2008 23:30:23 GMT -5
Terion smiled to himself as he noted that Kayla was enjoying the kiss. It was different from the times that he had kissed her before because that had been just it. When he had kissed her, he had kissed her and she had not been all that receptive to him. Now, she was receiving his kisses and she wanted them. She was returning them in kind and Terion was obviously enjoying himself. He loved the feel of her lips against his and he loved the feel of her against him and so he drew her closer, her body now fully pressing against him as he pulled away, looking down at her, his eyes locking with hers for a moment, "I shouldn't kiss you...." He said after a moment and very softly, "I wouldn't...wouldn't want you sway your decision." Terion said with a smile and then kept a straight face as he looked at her.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 12, 2008 23:34:30 GMT -5
She slowly opened her eyes as his lips left hers, yet his body was so close. Kayla had never been this close to a man before; she didn't allow it. But somehow Terion was different. Maybe all along she felt that she was different from the normal village boys. Maybe it was intuition, or perhaps it was just stubbornness. For she had found that Terion was almost as stubborn as she was. "What if I already made my decision?" she whispered just as seriously. Maybe she would go with this strange king. She would leave most of the money with Gemello and Ariana; they needed it more than she. It was not like she could not visit them. But she would miss them terribly; she would miss the village, the children, everything she loved. This feeling that grew inside her for Terion was not love, not yet. But perhaps it was the beginnings of something wonderful.
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