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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 24, 2008 7:07:33 GMT -5
((OOC: Sure. No problem ) Freya was cautious now. Any wrong move, any un-refined words would be noticed easily. As much as she longed to speak informally and enjoy Marcus’s hold about her, she knew it could not be during Apollo’s hours. It was as though Apollo himself looked on this relationship cruelly and did not wish them together while the sun lasted, however Athena seemed to smile upon them. When he turned and bowed, she restrained herself from telling him not to do so. She knew that if she did this, suspicion would arise and they could not have that. Not now. Not yet. She inclined her head, with a warm and greet able smile touching her face, “My Lord,” she greeted him. They moved into a room, where she noticed her guards. They all stood as she entered. Archon came close, stopping her for a moment and taking her hand to kiss it, “Princess. We must have words when you are available,” it was in a hushed tone that sent cold shivers down her spine, yet she nodded her head, and moved forward, sitting down on a cushion. She accepted the wine, for she had come to love the taste it offered, even if she had only tasted it the night before. When the music started, Freya allowed the humble tune to surround her. Her sights fastening on the dancers, that began to move about the room in a sync like chorography adapted to the music. It was quite interesting, and she knew her personal guards would enjoy such a show. Still she held back the sudden thought that Archon may know of the circumstances. His hushed words to her as she entered the room had put her on edge. Yet still she contained a pleased smile as she sipped the wine. Archon stood where he could see everything that passed in the room. He was very attentive, and noticed many slight and unjust movements when he needed too. He had served Freya’s father as one of Carthage’s finest generals retiring to guard the Princess, when she was born. Still, as long as Freya had known him she knew she could not trust him with secrets. However protective and loyal he might be, he was further more loyal to her father. Every word she entrusted to the man went straight to her father.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 24, 2008 8:42:26 GMT -5
Marcus noticed a certain something, something did not seem right. Even when Freya seemed calm and enjoying the feast, Marcus knew, as anyone who truly loved the other person, that something was disturbing her, and jet could they talk about it now? Especially when her escort seemed ready for anything that could be thrown at them.
Marcus then sat back and drank some wine before he asked cordially pretending to look at the dancers though he was imagining Freya’s crystal eyes, “How did the Princess enjoy her hours of rest? I hope my servants made sure you had everything you need. And feel free to ask for anything, my servants can even grant you some paper and quilts in case you would like to write to your father.” He then drank more wine as the dancers divided themselves and now dances their own choreographies. He knew well her relationship with her father, but this could help uncover Rome from knowing she was not in Rome for diplomatic purposes.
He then handed her the glass of wine appointed to her and nodded to his servants as they came inside with some food and walked along the room carrying glasses of wine or food to place before Marcus and Freya and to take for her escort. The servants did so promptly and with the agility of having faced dancers and music before. Marcus only hoped that Freya was not too worried, if she so wished she could go to talk to her guard after the next song, since there was a moment of rest before the party truly started. He did not tell her this but when he bowed his head to her after his last words he hoped she would understand it with the least of contact between their eyes.
He then looked at the food and picked up some bread in oil and put some warm pork on it before he ate it. Everything had to keep as quiet as possible and Marcus had to make sure of that.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 24, 2008 9:06:03 GMT -5
The music made the atmosphere, as well as the dancers. Almost as though dreams had bee re-created. For each dancer was pleasantly good, and each musician also. It was quite an incredible talent. Freya barely attended functions such as these, she usually excused herself from the company before it started. Every dancer was simply there to please her fathers sights, and the one that did would be lucky to share his bed that night. It was one of the reasons she was not much of a social butterfly.
It seemed like Freya ran away from her problems, like she wouldn’t face them. In fact she ran away before the even came up, if she could. She was good with strategies, yet when it came to facing those that openly affected her, it was as though she became trapped and could not escape. As she sat there, allowing her thoughts to come forth, she noted that her presence here could disturb the peace, place a burden on Marcus. They both had to keep this secret, all because she had ran away from Carthage, and her father. The thought of this, saddened her, for she’d hate for lives to be placed on the line because she would not accept her duty as a Princess to Carthage and obey her King.
She heard Marcus address her, se turned to look at him as though they were in polite conversation. Hiding all other things that troubled her at the present moment, “My Lord, your hospitality is very generous. I am well rested and I thankyou and your house for allowing myself and escort a place where we may rest,” her eyes drifted slightly towards Archon whom watched the dancers a moment, before she placed a steady smile upon her face. She watched as Marcus’s servants brought in trays of food, quickly dodging the dancers. She smiled at their agility. With her smile came her thanks, her guards following a similar trend, yet still watched the dancers with rabid interest. Some men could so easily be distracted.
She took up some food and pleasantly ate for a moment. Feeling Archon gaze towards her once again. Would this man ever leave her alone? Her father would probably consider marrying her to him, for all she knew. As the music came to an end, Freya thought that perhaps now would be a suitable time to face Archon.
She looked at Marcus with a fixed smile, “Please excuse me My Lord,” she stood up and walked over to Archon signalling for him to follow her as she walked past him. She took him into the garden, where she turned to face him, “What troubles you Archon?”
Archon had no expression on his dark face as he remained at a suitable place before her, “Your conduct the past day My Lady. Your escort was not informed of your whereabouts until late afternoon, and then when we arrived you were unavailable. Mind explaining?”
Freya sighed, “Archon, you are so ever like a Father. Yesterday, Lord Marcus was humble enough to explain the delights of Rome, when I became weary. It must have been from the heat, when he offered me a place to rest. We were not far from his villa at the time, and he thought it would be easier.”
Archon slowly circled her, looking at her from head to toe. She knew he suspected something but she was quick to disguise it, “Where did you get this pretty thing?” he stepped forward and picked up the necklace she wore. She made no movement away and simply stood there.
“I brought it.”
He nodded, “Come Lady, do not spoil Lord Marcus’s hospitality. Come now, let us enjoy what he offers,” with that they made their way back inside and just before the door, he leaned over her shoulder and whispered that he had sent a page to alert her father of where she was the previous day. She shuddered, but made no sign of it, as she returned to her place on the pillows, giving Marcus a warm smile before she turned and listened to the music with her eyes crossing the dancers.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 25, 2008 6:31:22 GMT -5
((OOC: I loved that post lol))
Marcus knew his place as a host and knew that calm and tranquillity had to be reflected in his eyes, for he dared not challenge Freya’s escort, especially that man who seemed ever watchful for everything she seemed to do or say. Therefore, he nodded to her excuse and then drank some wine as he turned to look at the dancers once more, though his mind was someplace else.
As the dancers changed places and some more food was being brought in ways no dancer or slave tripped on one another, Marcus ate as he always did, never tempting excesses, though his visitors were more than welcome to eat as they pleased. It pleased him to be so, that he could offer balance in everything he did to fair and just Minerva, ever watchful of his household and deeds.
While the Princess spoke to one of her men, Marcus looked at the spectacle with no interest whatsoever, for he was more focused on wondering what could be wrong, but clearly, as the night arrived Freya would have time enough to explain everything to Marcus and, at the same time, they could come up with less obvious meetings of some kind. It was much easier in Marcus’ Villa since he knew the secret passageways built by his father in case there was an ambush in the house or they were attacked. There were so many tunnels; one could arrive to the seashores by just following one of them. But only Marcus knew of them.
As he sat there alone, many thoughts came to his mind, as ideas on what to do concerning Freya. He could try and ask for her hand in marriage, but he knew it would be a futile attempt. But he lost nothing with trying, he only hoped her father would have mercy on him as he had his men who had travelled with Freya.
Finally, after the eternal absence of Freya, or at least it seemed so to him, she came back and smiled at him. He could sense something in her eyes but he merely nodded and beckoned her to enjoy herself with the food that had just been brought white she had been away. He wanted her to delight herself in everything he could offer her, for he knew she had not had such experience in Carthage.
He then smiled at her and said, “Would the Lady like to go for a ride tomorrow? The countryside is much enjoyable and if you so desire, your escort man can come as well.” Marcus knew well how much Freya enjoyed riding; especially when no boundary was established and he could guide her making sure she did not leave Rome, for there were parts to still conquer.
As the dancing stopped for them to get some refreshments and the music continued, Marcus then asked her, “Has the Lady enjoyed the dances? It is quite common for Roman nobles to enjoy these galantines from time to time when in special company.” He knew well, though that she did not enjoy them as he did not much, but everything had to be taken as an official and emotionless visit. Though Marcus knew her men had liked it form start to finish but now her main guard seemed quite active in talking to one of the main dancers, she would blush and laugh lightly from time to time.
One of the dancers offered Lady Freya a silver bracelet; it was a tradition for some women to do this to open boundaries and relationship between host and visitor. Though it also symbolized love and luck in life.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 25, 2008 6:57:56 GMT -5
If there were times in this world where she could utterly despise another man than her father, it was now and towards Archon. Even though he seemed to be making sure that he did everything in The Princess’s and Carthage’s interest, he knew how to push her buttons. If he suspected anything, he would not openly announce it to her, only ask her questions that may confirm his suspicions and entrust them to her Father. She truly hoped, he had not already sent her Father any suspicions.
Marcus was such a gentlemen and when he suggested that they depart for a ride tomorrow, Freya’s smile widened. He knew she loved riding, and in one day he had already clicked onto the things she enjoyed, “I would very much appreciate a ride tomorrow,” she said catching his eyes, knowing that Archon was momentarily occupied. She tried to merge calmness into instability, yet if Marcus knew her as well as it seemed, he would see right through the shield of calmness and know that something was disturbing her. Yet, they would not be able to speak of it until more private hours came to pass.
For a moment her eyes returned to the dancers as they came to a closing of their dances, and the musicians altered their songs to something more quite and peaceful. Allowing the dancers a time to refresh themselves, after what may have seemed quite an everlasting performance. Once again she heard Marcus’s voice speak to her, formally. He was quite good at disguising their affair, she could only hope she did well in covering it up also, “The dancers and musicians are both talented and I praise their performances.”
She did not openly speak her thoughts on the entertainment, because in truth she would not otherwise enjoy it. Archon would know that she was hiding her thoughts upon the activity as at home she would have already been gone. The only reason she stayed was to show that she respected the hospitality. Yet, he was simply trapped into a ploy that was only trying to make it seem as though Marcus and Freya were not at all that close, to make it seem as though it was only for show and there was no emotions attached between them.
After she had commented upon the dancers and musicians, one of the dancers came and placed a bracelet about her wrist. Freya inclined her head, and thanked the dancer, with much gratitude. She turned to Marcus after both her and the dancer had ex-changed words, “I must admit Rome is not what I had expected.”
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 25, 2008 7:12:00 GMT -5
Marcus smiled at the dancer, it seemed she knew well these were visitors form far away lands that had to be treated like the best of guests they could have ever had. Marcus only hoped Ferya’s escort felt that way and enjoyed their stay, if not they would then wish to go home already or spy on their Lady, day and night. That was something Marcus wished to evade and that was one of the reasons he had had this feast arranged for.
Marcus smiled at Freya and then asked in curiosity, “for the welfare of Rome, what do other countries think of Rome to be, milady?” Marcus was most curious to know what others thought of his homeland just in case he needed to do anything to make it better. It was always interesting to know what others thoughts of one’s own country when it was not the love of the land what made the judgement come forth.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 25, 2008 7:29:00 GMT -5
Freya tried to appear as humble and interested as any royal discussing affairs with other countries. She placed a relaxed smile across her face, as she listened to what Marcus wished her to answer. Truly, she did not have much an idea of what Carthage thought of Rome, or in fact her Father. Yet, apparently her mother had told her that Rome would be a great empire, if anything, quite larger than that of Carthage and generously ruled.
“Well, what I have overheard,” she took a quick glance towards Archon, to see if he had caught onto the conversation, but he seemed content speaking with a dancer, “Some countries believe that Rome is influenced by those about them. Those being, the Etruscans to the north, Sabines to the east, and the Greeks along the coast,” she was really testing her political ability here, as well as her knowledge, “Neighbouring countries can see that Rome is growing into a powerful empire, and the expansion is indeed creditable. Yet, I believe it troubles them knowing that Rome is indeed gaining more power then themselves.”
She stopped to think for a moment, she was not much of a politician, yet she decided she would add in some of what her mother had told her a long time ago, “Quite a time ago, my interests were raised towards Rome, because of the words my mother spoke of it. She told me it was a generous land, full of new beginnings and many great things. That one day it would truly be a most glorified empire, its sheer size would dictate that. When I first touched my feet upon Rome, I saw a new world. Something far beyond what I had ever seen. I saw magnificence, yet not that of an ancient civilisation, but one that grew because it looked to the future.”
She was unsure of how she could describe what she had expected, what she had dreamed Rome would be. Yet, it had surely been quite different to how she had expected it to be. In more ways than one.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 25, 2008 8:01:10 GMT -5
Marcus seemed quite amazed of such generous comments for he had expected them to be quite harsh or unfriendly. Though at a certain point some words were not at all friendly considering the nationalism and its love within the Roman Empire. But Marcus did not mind truly, for he had studied history for several years and indeed, found Rome inspired by many surrounding countries, beginning with Ilium also known as Troy. Marcus was amazed by Freya's political skills, especially when speaking in an unknown country.
"I dare say then, that the views of your country are quite generous. And generous indeed if the other countries take Rome for a flourishing Empire. but history has taught me that too much pride brings powerful Empires down. Hence one must learn form the past and avoid the same mistakes." It was true that Empires made cultural exchange possible, but an unlimited mixture of cultures made them come up as a new one and the previous ones diminish. that was something Marcus did not want and he would do everything at hand to remind Rome of its glorious past and ancestry.
As he turned to look at Archon who now seemed to be picking up two glasses of wine, one for him and the other for the lady dancer who had caught his eyes like a sparkling diamond of a strange and unique nature. Marcus smiled to himself, if things could stay this way no problems would emerge between Rome and Carthage, if Freya's father did not suspect of their affair and considered him a cold-hearted Roman, then the possibilities of gaining her hand in marriage would be greater.
He could hardly wait for the time to pass and the dancers to do their last dances, so that Marcus could be with Freya alone and make up for the kisses and caresses he had longed to give her all day long.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 25, 2008 8:19:36 GMT -5
“Sometimes it does take a fall, for one to stand taller than before,” she said noticing Marcus gaze at Archon. Archon could do whatever he pleased, yet Freya could simply not. It seemed unfair and she greatly envied him for having the freedom to fling himself about, “Yet, does not history say that the tallest man has the greatest fall? I harbour pride in Carthage for we are of ancient lineage. We are indeed quite a dominant Mediterranean people, and our naval forces are indeed as some say the greatest forces sailing the oceans. Yet, our forces may be great I can also see them as our downfall. If we were to enter war, with another sea faring country, that quickly learned the information we harbour about our ships and put that into practise themselves we would truly not be the better off. Either way anyone goes, no body truly wins.”
She sighed, she could hate politics, but when it came to being polite and formal it seemed to be quite a common topic. The world was changing, and everyone knew it. Power was becoming something everyone sort after, and with that came death and war. Freya watched the dancers slowly prepare themselves for their last dance. Archon’s gaze took after he dancer for a moment, before he regained his position by the door to over see what passed in the room. His eyes at Freya.
She returned a smile to him, before she looked at Marcus, “Once again, I thankyou for the generosity and friendliness you have displayed towards myself and my escort. Is there a way in which we may repay you for such good deeds?”
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 26, 2008 4:31:49 GMT -5
He listened to her in awe for not all women were as wise as Freya, but those that were appeared more than worthy to be heard with full attention. He nodded to her words and noticed the bitterness in her eyes of her own imprisonment being a woman. Marcus did not like that but there was truly nothing he could do at the moment, and he knew he still had to act as if he was a mere 'Prince', though that term does not suit Marcus entirely, for he was part of a Roman Republic. He still had to act as if he was merely Freya's host.
As the last dances took place Marcus looked at them as they seemed exhausted now, but they kept on dancing and doing their jobs. Marcus smiled, not to the fact of the women dancing, but because after this dance everything would be over and he would be able to be with Freya and give her all the love and understanding she needed.
As the last dance took place, Marcus looked around to see his guests, they were nobles; some versed in great knowledge and others in the strength of their own arms. Marcus sometimes enjoyed watching people as they move and talk for it was something that distinguished one man form another. The dancers did all at hand to charm them all with their last performance, but when they finished, the dancer who had been talking to Archon approached him and whispered something to his ear. She then winked at him and gave him a note on where she lived, she then left with the rest of the dancers.
Marcus then nodded and the guards opened the great doors for the guests to leave, he then stood up slowly and beckoned Freya to do the same. Once she was ready with her escort then Marcus nodded to a slave girl and then said, "Fabiola, make sure the Lady Freya, along with her escort, reach their dormitories for tomorrow is an early day and to go for a ride one must be fully rested." The girl smiled and nodded, then Marcus turned to Freya and bowed his head, then he said, "I hope you have liked your stay so far, milady."
He then nodded to her escort and left for his rooms to wait. He had to be patient now, but all this waiting was killing him. He arrived to his rooms and then opened his bed, blew off the candles and made sure everything was as it had to be and he patiently waited for the whole household to be asleep. Little by little the windows of the rooms close by were amidst darkness and silence.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 26, 2008 21:07:34 GMT -5
Exhaustion clasped the dancers. Their movements were less organised and in sync then the previous dance, however they still seemed able to keep in a similar rhythm. This demonstrated skill, and endurance. The dancers, had danced for well over an hour with only a moments rest. The musicians looked tired, and out of breath also. Yet, within a few moments they brought it all to a graceful ending. The guests simply clapping to applaud then entertainers performance, and taking a stand.
With a few moments, the guards opened the doors allowing the guests to take their leave. Freya stood up, when she was signalled by Marcus. Soon she would be in Marcus’s arms, and for that immortal moment she cold barely wait. Archon seemed pleased with one of the dancers, and when she came over to him, she could truly only wonder what was happening between the two. She guessed Archon had scored for the night, which would give her less of a reason to worry about him stumbling in on herself and Marcus.
Freya did not speak a word, only inclined her head to Marcus before they both went in different directions to their rooms. Freya’s escort came up behind her, Archon on her right. As they came to her rooms, Archon pulled her aside for a moment, “Once your Father receives my message he will insist you return home promptly. I would advise, that you keep yourself from any dangerous activities in the mean time. I would also advise that you do not make plans more then a day ahead, for as soon as we receive word from your father we shall leave promptly.”
Freya watched every muscle on his face. His heartless expression did not portray any suspicion yet his words seemed to. What did he mean by dangerous activities? Freya raised an eyebrow, “I thankyou for your advice Archon. I am capable and old enough to make sure my decisions will bring me no harm. I will return to my Father when I deem fit. Is that understood?”
“My Lady-”
“Archon, you are under my control and I wish that you would accept my wishes, just as you would with my Father. For once enjoy yourself and do not hold duty above everything else. Do not expect me to give up this freedom so eagerly when I am enjoying myself. When was the last time you saw me this happy?”
“Not for some time Princess.”
She nodded, “Exactly,” she placed a hand to her head, and gasped. It was an act, and she knew it would get her away from an argument with her guard. He looked at her with concern, “My Lady, is something wrong?”
She took her hand from her forehead, and sighed, “I just feel a bit weary. That is all. I might just go get some sleep,” she touched his shoulder, “Please just enjoy yourself this night. Fabiola will ensure my comfort and safety,” she said quietly and turned around to enter her chambers. After helping Freya unpin her hair, Fabiola left Freya. Freya sunk onto her bed, allowing her mind to wander over everything. She was sure Archon suspected. For now, she would just wait for Marcus.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 27, 2008 6:31:23 GMT -5
Once Marcus made sure that everyone was fast asleep, he got notice of Archon's room and saw the dancer was with him. For a moment Marcus smiled in sympathy but then remembering Freya's situation it disgusted him that even the main guard could enjoy himself without fear of being discovered or simply knowing that the nuptial bed would be a way of informing everyone of an impure woman, but no impure man is ever punished for such actions.
Marcus could really take Freya for an intelligent human being, but few men ever did. That was something that clearly bothered him, but what could one man do against thoughts that had been held and defended for centuries? All he could do was love and protect the woman he loved even when no one else seemed to do so.
As his thoughts went from one side of the topic to the other, he noticed Archon was busy with the dancer, therefore, since he did not need light to guide himself, he opened the secret passage that silently closed behind him and so he started walking slowly. As he arrived to an opening there were three passages, he took the one in the middle and after some minutes of walking making sure not to make noise, he arrived to his lover's room. The door opened slowly and Marcus, like a shadow of the night, entered as silent as Nix herself.
Once inside he slowly looked around making sure Freya was alone, he then walked over to her bed and sat in it as he then whispered lovingly, "are you asleep, my love?" He smiled for she looked at peace, he caressed her cheek softly and kissed her forehead. If she was asleep he would only stay for some minutes before leaving so that she could rest, for she looked tired and weary, that was one of the reasons he had come to her that night, he clearly knew and sensed something was troubling her and he had to help her in every possible way.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 27, 2008 6:47:49 GMT -5
Freya had sifted into a light sleep. Her thoughts had driven her to the point, where she no longer wished to go over them. It was slightly upsetting and crazy, and she knew if she kept going over them she’d probably become a mad woman. She felt movement on the bed, his words whispering towards her with such a gentle silence. His gentle caress along her cheek, and a placid kiss upon her brow, was enough to alert her, that her love had returned to her.
Her eyes fluttered open, and a smile crossed her face. Her eyes looking up at him, “No, My love. I was merely resting my mind,” she sat up, and touched his lips with hers. Stealing a passionate kiss from him, one she had hungered for most of the day. Her hand slowly drifting to his cheek and touching it softly.
There had never been another person, that she had wanted company with more then he. He accepted her for who she was and all the faults that followed along with her. The fact that she had ran away from her father, seemed not to phase him, but she knew it was greatly troubling him, for they could not be together whenever they wished. It had to secret, and forgotten until Athena protected them.
She wondered whether he knew if Archon had busied himself that night, but she would not let this night be ruined because she feared Archon would stumble in upon them. She loved that man for all his good deeds to her, but at the same time she loathed him for the evil ones he had done to her. Either way, she couldn’t win with him. He’d never be as loyal to her as he was to her father. Not much of a guardian.
However, Marcus was everything she needed. Someone to love, and someone who would love her in return. Who did not care about her status or her stubborn ways, her enjoyment of riding horses like men and getting her hands dirty. He accepted her who she was. She trusted him and loved him, and she knew she was very lucky to be the fortunate woman to cross his path.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 27, 2008 7:17:13 GMT -5
He smiled listening to her words and feeling her soft lips upon his. How he had missed that feeling that day, but now they were together, but he wished to talk to her, to make her burdens lessen and then they would share their inner feelings one with the other.
He embraced her fiercely before he kissed her with the same passion she felt for him. His other hand stroking her delicate golden hair, before he looked into her eyes and for a moment wondered about its depth and beauty. He then said softly, "Something troubles you, my love. Archon was with company when I came, fear not for I would do anything to protect you form anyone." And he would, even if Archon entered her chambers and threatened to kill her or take her away, Marcus would stand in the way and would fight him or worse if necessary. He would do anything for this woman, Freya, who he loved passionately.
He then looked into her eyes again as he said, "whatever he told you during the feast is troubling you still, oh love tell me everything. Do not suffer this in silence and alone." He wanted their love to bind them together not only during the nights of passion and eternal love, but also among the worst of moments. Marcus knew Freya suffered now and if he could do or say anything to comfort her and share in her pain he would be as happy as whenever she have him her love.
As he held her he caressed her cheek with his other hand and lightly caressed her arm, he loved her so much he had to give her comfort and love in every way possible, and now, protected by Minerva and her wisdom, they would be able to love each other with no shame on each other and with the purity of their affection.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 27, 2008 7:34:05 GMT -5
Freya felt him wrap her in his arms, in a comforting way, before ardently kissing her, with the same infatuation as she had when he had first arrived. She caught his eyes, after the kiss, and he looked at her with such care and devotion if he had not been holding onto her, she may have drifted away.
When he mentioned Archon was preoccupied, she felt a slight burden release her. Atleast for the moment. She loved Marcus for all that he was, she knew he’d do anything to protect her, as would she. She’d face the very armies of the world to be with him, and she knew that now. She lifted a smile across her face, and listened to his words. Like a spell, they calmed her and reassured her. She was lucky to feel like this, she knew she was. Not many women came to love men. They only knew honour and duty. They seemed to live in the shallows of life. For duty and love were the very petty things mortal life could offer. They were empty ones for if all the held were days and days without love.
Marcus had noticed she had been troubled during the feast, and she only hoped that Archon had not seen her that way. However, it seemed like Marcus could see through anything she held trying to cover her emotions, where Archon seemed to cold to notice. He seemed to carry no emotions at all.
She allowed her hands to wrap around him, as she took a deep breath and rested her head upon his chest, “Archon has sent word to my Father,” she sat back and looked at Marcus, “My Father will call for my return in a few days, I know it. I’ll have no choice to do anything but heed his call.”
She brushed some hair behind her ear, and remained silent for a moment, she took another deep breath, “I fear Archon suspects something,” she looked at Marcus, her eyes trembling, “When I spoke with him during the feast, he seemed to question me without making me aware of it. He knows something, he has too. What he knows, goes directly to my father.”
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