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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 19, 2008 6:46:30 GMT -5
Tears burned at the Princess’s eyes. She held herself together, as she held the tears back. Watching his reaction. Her heat beat, thumped like the pounding hooves of the grey mare she had ridden. She watched Marcus as turned to the gardens, his back to her. It would have come as a great surprise to him, yet how was she suppose to know that all this would have happened? She did not leave Carthage expecting to woe a man. She had never expected all of this, she had just wished to get away from the torments of her father, for once in her life. And for once in her life, she was old enough to fend for herself and make choices.
When the words escaped Marcus’s mouth, they stabbed into her like a thousand knives, “No… He said it would be a man of his choosing...” she said carefully, yet her tone was wept with sadness. She tried her hardest to not allow the tears to create a stream down her cheeks, but the harder she tried the more fiercer they became. She didn’t lift a hand to wipe them away, she made no movement. She could only stand there, like a weeping statue,
She did not know what was to happen, or what she should do. Yet, she was certain that this did in fact have an effect on the ma before her. She was sure if she took Marcus home and asked her Father that she married him, and not a man of his choosing, her father would send him back To Rome and for sure lock her away so she’d never be able to escape. As much as her father disliked her, and wanted to be rid of her company he’d do that in spite to shame her. To make her feel worthless and guilty for not obeying his every command without an argument.
Every possible avenue she travelled down, looking for a possible solution ended with bitterness. The Gods knew what they were doing, and they played it well. Almost like they had with Helen and Paris. The tears still spilled across her cheeks, as she stood there, waiting, waiting for something.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 19, 2008 6:59:06 GMT -5
How could this be? How could all this be? His hand, which rested on the pillar, seemed to push it in order to make the whole building fall on him, with the rage he was feeling against everything in the world. He heard something, it seemed as if she was bitterly crying and it made his heart bleed.
He quickly turned and pulled her against him to embrace her strongly as if he did not wish anything to touch her, anything to take her away from him. His eyes filled with tears as well, but he fought as he could in order not to break down, it would not help both of them if he did. He did not wish to make her sad, but if only he could think of a solution.
Even the craziest one he could get, but no inspiration came. Until he wondered if they could escape somewhere with no name or origins, but then perhaps they would be found. But what if… they pretended to hate each other, perhaps then her father would choose him so that, according to him, his daughter would always be miserable. He sighed and stroked her hair, her beautiful golden hair, and wondered if she would have had the same perilous end if she had obeyed her father just for her own convenience…
“What…what can be done, my love?”
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 19, 2008 7:16:12 GMT -5
OOC: I loved that post... "it made his heart bleed" awwww.....
IC:
Her tears had claimed her cheeks. Her body shuddered with each sweep of them, and for several moments she felt as though there was nothing in this life truly meant for her. She was destined to be alone and in grief. Yet, in a single moment the shadow of Marcus crept towards her and clasped her to him. For a moment she wept in his arms, like a child who had fallen on some rough gravel for the first time.
Within his grasp, she knew she felt happier then she had ever been, safer if any thing. Her cries were silent, for she had taught herself to cry silently so that none knew that she wept every moment she was alone. Yet, her body still shuddered like it does when one cries. When he spoke, she heard him call her his love. Happiness began to wrap itself about her heart, because only one other person in her life had said that to her. Her mother.
She looked at Marcus, and stiffened her cries, swallowing back her tears the best she could, but with a small and graceful shake of her head she was rendered wordless. For a few moments longer her distressed eyes watched him, just his features alone offered comfort, that for years had been denied to her.
“I don’t know…” she said, trying to keep herself slightly more strong then she felt. If only they could stay in this moment forever, if only they could be together… her mind was full with if only’s. But with each possible if only, had terrible consequences.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 19, 2008 7:36:54 GMT -5
((OOC: Thanks ))
IC:His eyes sparkled with his own fierce spirit as he then whispered in her ears, “then I will fight for you, for your love…to be with you.” He still stroke her long and smooth hair as he seemed resolved to risk it all for her, for the passionate love they felt for each other. He could not let her go now, he simply could not live without his other half, and she was his life; his elixir, without her he would consume and die. All his life he had fought for Rome, but not only physically but mentally, in order to avoid unnecessary wars. But now, with Senator Marius and Lucius, soon Pro Consul, Marcus was sure they would not need him as much anymore. If he had to face her father, her army single handed, he would. He would die for Freya if needed. He did not know why or how, but he loved her deeper every moment, and if he could not be with her then life was not worth it. Perhaps He could win the King’s like, but how? How could he get to meet the King and then gain his favour and will? He now knew that the King had no sons, but then again… How could he meet him if he tried? All these thoughts confused him so much, he did not know well enough how to react to any of them or even do anything at all. They could not stay like that forever, that was true, but now…it was easier to think than do anything at all.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 19, 2008 7:53:37 GMT -5
OOC: Your welcome.... IC: She looked up at him, as he spoke those words into her ears. They did not settle there, however they moved swiftly to her heart. A crooked smile was small in the corners of her lips, “You are brave my love,” she gently moved closer to him and kissed his cheek, “But I would not have you die for me,” she said full-heartedly into his ear. She could not allow him to die for her. She would not be able to live, knowing that his feet did not grace the earth she stood upon. They could face her father and claim love for one another, but she knew her father would part them from one another. Another cruel and bitter way to get back at her. She seemed to regain some control of herself, as she returned her eyes to him. There love seemed to resemble the one of Helen and Paris. She knew she had only met this Roman Centurion, this very day, but she had already fallen in love with him. She had already given her heart to him, both the gods and Marcus had witnessed that. Even if they escaped, left without another word and took up life as pheasants her father would still hunt her down. The soldiers would plunder every village. She knew her father would not rest until the moment he had her, and could make her even more miserable. She looked at Marcus’s eyes and loved him for everything. Every move, every beat, every word and whisper… every touch. How could she let the man she loved die for her. She’d not allow it. If it came to that, she would die beside him. No matter how much he insisted. Stubbornness. It was a family trait.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 19, 2008 8:18:56 GMT -5
“Is there no way, into your father’s heart and fondness? If only I could get him to like me best without him knowing… that we love each other.”
He closed his eyes as his forehead rested on hers and opened his eyes for a moment. She was so beautiful, gods! The way her eyes sparkles as if Selene rested upon them in the middle of the night. He caressed her cheek as he smiled down at her and then kissed her cheek and neck softly and then released her as he looked at the dark sky filled with promising stars as if he were making the deepest of all wishes he had ever made, that somehow, someway, they could be together forevermore.
“How long will you stay, Freya?” Asked Marcus feeling another sword pierce his heart at the thought of her going back to Carthage. With her gone he would be in Rome like a walking shadow, the shadow of the man he used to be. If she were to leave he would be lost forever, but perhaps she had to. He ran a hand on her arm until it reached her hand, which he pulled gently to kiss it as his eyes looked deeply at hers.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 19, 2008 8:31:31 GMT -5
The Princess carefully listened to the words whispering from Marcus’s mouth, “You do not know my father,” she whispered, “He will do anything to stop me from being happy…”
They must have been outside for some time, for the heavens began to sparkle with silver diamonds, and the day slowly swept into the darkness. The moons reign had begun. Their foreheads rested peacefully against one another for a time. The gentle caress he offered her cheek made her so peaceful. For a moment she closed her eyes as he gently touched her cheek and neck with his lips. She savoured this moment, and if she was ever parted from him, for even a moment she’d be able to retreat to them.
Another question came from him, causing Freya’s eyes to open carefully. She took a deep breath and allowed him to kiss her hand. She smiled as his eyes caught hers, “As long as I can,” she said carefully clasping their hands together, “I would stay for a lifetime if I could.”
If she returned to Carthage, it would truly an only be on her Father’s most adamant calling. Once he realised she was gone, the greater his wrath and hatred would be upon her. He would take that out on their people, the slaves and until she returned the anger that would otherwise be taken out on her, would be forced about the place. She could not condemn her people to that, and she would have to return. Yet, if she returned she’d be but an apparition. A nobody, like she had been before. She’d be forced to marry another man. She trembled at that thought.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 19, 2008 9:46:58 GMT -5
“Then we will stand together against his stubborn will. But if you treated him more kindly then perhaps you would earn points in your favour.” He said as he deeply looked into her eyes.
He then said, “We will never be parted, my love, not in this earth nor in the one to come.” He then held her hand and smiled at her as he then took a torch and guided her through a secret entrance to the dormitory where she would rest as long as she stayed in his house. The night seemed to get colder and much darker, but Marcus knew his way through most of it, even when it meant walking with no light at all. He had been trained to know what to do in most cases.
He then moved a lose brick from the ceramic floor that was under the bed and took out a small box. It was a silver box with golden edges. He then presented it to her and gently opened it. A beautiful necklace could be seen inside a red-silken scarf. He took it gently and placed it around her neck. He then sighed and said, “you are so beautiful Freya, I have never met anyone as bewitching as you, nor with the knowledge you so possess.”
He wished her to have the necklace; for it was to be for the woman he would always love. He smiled at her and then said, “as long as you remember me… I'll never be too far.” He then kissed her again, but this time with fiery and passion in order to share with her every single thing he felt for her. He ran both of his strong hands on her back massaging it and then pulled her closer to him as if he did not wish to be parted form her, not even in death.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 20, 2008 6:08:41 GMT -5
She had not thought it ever possible to love someone so ardently, nor so quickly. When Cupid had struck them with his arrow, he had struck them good. His eyes were like the depths of the seas, at the sae time beautiful and mysterious. She took a deep breath when he mentioned that perhaps she should attempt to be kinder to the fellow, in order to gain some like between them. That would be impossible, her father had been on opposite sides of the rope, ever since her mother had died. Freya, had vowed to never forgive him. Just because, after Freya was born her mother had become barren and her father’s affection had immediately deceased towards her. For many years, Freya had been conscious of her mother’s grief towards not being with someone she loved, and that had made the Princess even more intent on not having an arranged marriage. She did not wish to share her mother’s fate.
The night had a chill to it now. The breeze slowly whipped through the villa, yet the love that trapped her heart was enough to keep her immune from the icy puff of air. Her smile lingered when he took her hand and escorted her, torch in hand through what seemed a private passageway. She stayed close to him, allowing the flame to help her eyes, and his hand to guide her. This passageway lead them to a room, where it seemed no-one would disrupt them. Or perhaps even knew of the room.
She watched curiously as her lover moved to the bed, slowly removing an unfastened brick from where it remained. From where the brick had laid, he withdrew a silver object laced with gold edges. It was a box. When he opened it, a red scarf came into view, and from within the scarf was a necklace that he swiftly, yet ever so carefully placed about her neck. Her hand reached up to lightly graze it. It was truly lovely, magical even. She turned around to him, her eyes showing ever so much gratitude as she listened to his words, “You will always be with me,” her words whispered, as once again their lips met. Only this time with more ardour then the last. She moved closer to him, feeling the touch of his hands massage her back. She allowed hers to reach up and wrap around his neck. She would never allow herself to forget this man. She wished to always be with him.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 21, 2008 5:47:24 GMT -5
Few ever thought. or at least considered to think on stories that could truly happen, especially concerning the real world where most thought happiness not to exist. For only the Immortals could pursue it without being wounded by its double edged blade. But Marcus had always held great respect for the holy ones, their deeds and what a mortal had to do to please and honour them. And he always considered them noble, and that someday they would give him something to rejoice with. And so he had grow up in the company of those he considered his brother and sister, even when he lost his father.
But now, as he looked into Freya's eyes, now he felt truly in Paradise, in Elysium. And he would never let that feeling go, not for anything in the world. They were meant to be together, it was clear, and so he would fight for her, for their love. Whilst kissing, feeling her arms around his neck, he smiled feeling her so close to him. but never did he wish to do anything that could discontent Freya. Not that he did not know what to do nor what he wanted to do, but he had always believed this to be an act of love, therefore both had to want it and enjoy it the same. That was the reason for him to move so slow.
Still kissing he pressed her body gently against his, as if he wished for nothing to interpose between them. But he did not force anything, he also wished to know if she wanted this, if she loved him this much. So he kept on pressing her slender figure against his as he kissed her much more passionately as his inner flame lit with more strength and fierceness. He loved her and wished to please her the same way he himself was.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 21, 2008 6:03:20 GMT -5
The Princess felt Marcus grip her more closer to him, and was she glad that he shared a similar affection. She parted from the kiss and looked up at him, one of her hands slowly tracing his face. A mischievous, yet indulging smile across her face. Their bodies were still so close together, she could feel his warmth radiating off his tanned skin.
“When my father learns that I am indeed not in Carthage, he will send for me,” she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “Until then,” her lips moved to his neck in one graceful sweep, “… I wish to remain here,” she looked up at him, her eyes ever so innocent, yet filled with the love that all the gods could surround a mortal in, “… with you.”
She knew they would have to keep this whole affair in the shadows. If her father found out she was here gallivanting around the place with men, she would never see the delights, let alone Marcus again. She’d be as good as hung. She would have to conceal this from Archon also. He was her most loyal guard, but remained ever a spy for her father. The moment she placed one foot over the line, word would be sent to her Father. She loved Archon like an older brother, but her trust in him was limited.
In his world it seemed incapable to trust anyone, or be at peace, at all. Right in this moment, she felt that feeling. The one of trust and peace untied as one, wrapped in a cocoon of love and safety. She felt more at home in Rome then in her birth country, for the people here welcomed her more here, then those in Rome. Perhaps she had ill-favoured them the moment she was born and deemed a woman. Would that be the reason, why the gods had not blessed her Father with a son? Surely that would be of some Karma, the gods trying to give out the bad, for her Father doing something wrong?
Yet, she would not let the troubles of Carthage pull her down, while she remained in Rome. She was adamant to spend her time here peacefully, and enjoy every splendid moment she could without her father.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 21, 2008 6:33:04 GMT -5
He placed both of his hands gently on her cheeks as he smiled at her and then said, "Let him come, let anyone come, they will not take you from me." If he had to fight for her he would, even if it meant to fight in a battle of life and death, Freya was worth much more than that.
He then kissed both of her beautiful eyes and held her hands in his as he walked backwards slowly until he could sit on the bed. He wanted her to sit beside him and assure him that he was not dreaming, that she loved ihm as much as he loved her; to assure him that if he dared fight against the words things in the world for her, that she loved him as much.
He looked deeply into her eyes as he ran a hand on her beautiful golden hair and whispered at her, "we cannot separate..." What was this madness? How could he have fallen so hard and so fart this time for a woman he had just met? there was only one word that could describe this, and that was ''fate'. therefore, in honour of the gods and all he ever achieved in life, giving meaning to his meaningless life, he would fight for this, he would hold on to it and never let it go, even in the other motionless life.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 21, 2008 6:47:57 GMT -5
She smiled at him, and closed her eyes as he kissed them ever so gently. His words were so brave, so courageous that she felt more safer with him then with a thousand of her guards. In one day, she had come to trust her life to this man and to love him. All of this, in exactly one day. She felt his warm hands clasp hers, and slowly pull them towards the bed where he sat down.
She sat down beside him, catching his fetching eyes with hers. His hand gently playing with her hair, as she kept her gaze lovingly at him. With his other hand, she gently clasped them in her own. She’d give up her title, her name, her people for this man, even at this very moment. So, that she could spend the rest of her days with him, in hope that they could grow old with one another. Not many married for love, and not many were lucky to fall in love without a price.
“Know that I love you, Marcus” she said quietly, hoping that no-one could hear, and for the first time she had echoed his name informally, “Wherever you go, whatever you see. I will always be with you,” she gently touched his chest, where his heart lay hidden. For a moment her eyes lingered there before she looked up at him, “In here.”
She knew now that this man was for her. He vowed to put his life on the line to keep her, and that, was a valiant and daring thing to do. He could utter that to any woman he dared desire and he would have them wrapped about his finger. Far longer than forever, she would hold this man in her heart. Wherever she was, without him, she’d have these moments to come to, and secure her, and keep her going. As much as she wished to stay with him, she knew her Father would come for her, even if that meant a war. The gods would make sure of it. She would not have her people die because of her. Even if she was married to secure a strong alliance, she’d find a way to be with Marcus, and face all the consequences it held.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 21, 2008 7:33:50 GMT -5
He smiled at her words, and great comfort filled his whole being. He then placed his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes for a moment, but then he opened them slowly and whispered, "I love you Freya and for you I would go till the end of this very world." He then pulled her against him slowly and kissed her softly as if he wished to show her how much love she would always possess.
His heart burned for her as much as it assured him she was the lady in his life. He slowly ran one of his hands on her back, while he slowly rested his other hand around her neck feeling her smooth skin. For a moment he pondered on how soft her skin was as he had never been with a woman before, but surely this experience he would treasure. Slowly, with every kiss he felt the need of giving her all the love he felt for her. His hand massaged her back somewhat more strong while he kissed her neck gently feeling lost in her beauty.
He suddenly winced when he leaned to kiss her when he felt his armour stopping him from further movements. His eyes deepened and seemed to burn as he looked at her and he slowly made her lay on the bed as his hands caressed her body in order to awaken this same flame that already made him burn. He kissed her deeply and slowly untied her beautiful dress that made her eyes sparkle like saphires in a moonlight sky.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 21, 2008 7:53:26 GMT -5
She felt his forehead lean against hers, she could hear his breathing and she knew that each word he truly meant. She watched as he closed his eyes, a small smile trickled across her youthful face. With the whispering of words in her ear, she felt his lips slowly mark a trail. Her speech defied her, as she felt the warmth he offered as he moved her closer to him. She went to him as willing as ever.
A feeling whisked through her. A warmth, a feeling that was embraced and longed for. She’d never felt the gentle tingle, that she felt now. She felt herself moving into a position where she upon the bed, her gown stripped from her. A cool breeze ripping across her smooth flesh, as she looked at him, as though she was stuck and confined to a deep spell of love.
She felt the touch of his lips, and hers responded overpoweringly. Her hands slowly crept along his shoulders, the warmth both bodies offered one another, transporting to the other like the nights draught moved cunningly into the room, despite every entrance and escape being shut. She knew she should not be accepting this, nor should she allow it. Oh well, she wanted it. If the gods wished to punish her for it, then so be it. For once in her life she was offered something she wanted, and she was going to have it. Too long had she accepted the consequences that mortal life was placed upon, now it was her turn to find the beauty of it. Right here, right now.
His hands transported across her body, and it seemed like they were fuelled by the knowledge that this act was indeed forbidden and could be seen as dishonourable. If the princess was married to a man that had been with women before, he would know that Freya was not as faithful or as innocent as portrayed.
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