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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 11, 2008 9:58:41 GMT -5
Kayla was so beautiful. She was so intelligent, witty, challenging, stubborn, unpredictable and intoxicating. She was everything that Terion had suspected he would fall for in the end. He had not disposition about kissing this beautiful woman. She had never known anything beyond her bakery her entire life and now, not only was she cast into a throne, Terion had awaken feelings in her that he doubted she had previously had for anyone. Terion looked into her eyes hoping for a good answer. He received no words, but instead, her sweet lips upon his as she kissed him again. This entire time was backwards from previous occasions. He had once just taken his kisses from her and she accepting. Now he had asked and she was taking. Terion was in no position to decline he soft lips and her passion. He returned her kisses with fire and passion, his hands drawing her closer, his right hand running through her long silky hair that had been curled by the maids. There was no need to break away to breath now, Kayla was sustaining him.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 11, 2008 14:18:19 GMT -5
His hands released a cascade of silky curls that tumbled around her slender shoulders. His kiss went a bit deeper this time, seeming more passionate. It made her feel alive, thrilled to be here. The worries of all that had been put upon her since discovering her heritage just fell away. Terion was not one she had suspected she would end up with. He was bold, decisive, and a bit odd at times. But somehow she felt that she wouldn't have him any other way. He just wouldn't be Terion were he too serious, as he had been earlier. She drew away, protesting softly. "Terion, my hair! What will the maids think after they spent so long on it?" she said, her eyes a soft green. Really she didn't care about the hair that much. His rough yet gentle hands running through it was much more pleasing than it looking nice. But still she should try to act with a measure of dignity.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 11, 2008 15:54:06 GMT -5
Terion smiled as she withdrew from his touch. She did not withdraw far and he still longer for her lips again. However, he restrained himself. Kayla was stubborn enough to completely change her wishes and emotions at any time and then continue with those newly set ideals. Terion looked at her, his hands running down to her shoulders and down her hands to her waist, keeping her close to him. He felt as though he had longed for her to be with him his entire life. Terion put his forehead against hers and looked down at her, "Well, that is sort of what they are supposed to do." Terion whispered in reference to the maids. He then paused and looked into Kayla's eyes questioningly. "So, what does this mean?" Terion asked, kissing her forehead lightly, "For us?" He finished, looking down at her, his eyes eternally locked with hers.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 11, 2008 16:50:27 GMT -5
Kayla let her arms hang loosely around his neck as if to ensure that he would not pull too far away. However, there was little danger of that. He drew her closer instead, his eyes so near to hers, so deep and thrillingly caring. She would have to at least try to put her hair somewhat back up. Despite the fact that it was the job of the maids to do her hair and care for her, she did not believe in wasting all their efforts. One willing worker was better than twenty unwilling ones, and she did not want to make any of the ladies unwilling to help her. But her thoughts did not dwell there long as Terion forced them to another route. Her eyes slowly rose to his, probing, questioning. "I don't know," she whispered, "all that I know is that I would not object to being kissed again." My, had she actually said that out loud? Kayla's cheeks flushed a bit with small embarassment. That was a rather bold thing to say to a man.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 12, 2008 17:34:31 GMT -5
Terion waited for her response to his question and he smiled openly when she said that she would not object to him kissing her again. “I would not object to it either my dear.” Terion admitted. He was not ashamed of what he said. It seemed that Kayla seemed a bit embarrassed when she told him that out loud. He saw her cheeks grow a bit redder and he smiled, moving one of his hands to her left cheek, running his thumb over it a bit. He kissed her forehead lightly, “But we should continue the search for you family.” Terion said, drawing away from her a bit, his hands running down to her arms, eventually to her hands, holding them gently as he brought them to his lips, kissing her hands before he let her go. “I wouldn’t want to push anything too hard tonight my dear.” Terion concluded and then took the scroll that was on the table next to her and handed it to her. “Perhaps this will be enough for tonight.” Terion urged and moved over to the door of the library and beckoned for her to follow him.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 13, 2008 17:14:26 GMT -5
Kayla looked longingly back at the disorganized mass of books. How she wished she could just find it all right now! It would be lovely to find out about her family, her heritage, all tonight and tomorrow. Kayla did not do anything halfway; she was stubborn that way. Sometimes it worked in her favor, this tireless dedication to a job, but sometimes it could be irritating to others and harmful to herself. This time, however, she allowed herself to be led away. With one last glance back at the library, she closed the door with a sigh. "I suppose," she said, following him, "but tomorrow I shall come back, even if you do not. I will find everything I can." Kayla was resolute on this. She had eighteen years to make up. Then she realized that she could start her information gathering right now. Stopping, she opened the scroll. Whether Terion went on or not was his business.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 13, 2008 21:30:01 GMT -5
Terion saw that Kayla was not coming with him as he walked to the door. Terion turned around and leaned against the doorway and watched Kayla for a moment. He sighed and took a few steps towards Kayla as she unrolled the scroll and began to read it. "You aren't going to get through everything tonight my dear..." Terion paused, "I imagine though that you will spend all of your time tonight pouring over that scroll. Terion smiled and then beckoned for her to follow him. "Well, let me take you to your rooms. I don't know if you have been introduced to them yet." Terion announced and began to walk down the hall. He then went through a series of corridors and through a small outdoor palace garden and then opened the door to a grand chamber. "Here you are." Terion announced.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 13, 2008 21:55:20 GMT -5
Kayla was torn with indecision. She did want to read the scroll, but she also wished to know more of the castle. Especially if it was her room. The sooner that she could make this place her home, the sooner she would come to grips with her new life. Right now, more than ever, she needed something constant and familiar. Everything was so new. So she followed him, taking one last longing glance at the scroll before rolling it up. "No, I haven't had the pleasure," she replied. They wound through seemingly endless corridors, and she wondered if she would ever find her way around this castle. The small garden lifted her soul somehow, though it was night. Just the sight of the green, the scent of outside, was enough to calm her a bit. Kayla had a feeling she would spend a lot of time here. "Oh..." she couldn't help but gasp a bit as they walked into the room. It was lovely, more than she had ever dreamed of sleeping in. The room was rich in greens, creams, and golds. It looked like a forest, peaceful and deep. The large canopied bed was covered in a green comforter that looked to be silk, embroidered along the edges with small golden flowers, deer, and birds. The dark wooden paneling on the walls was nicely offset with creamy trim, and all the dressers were of dark wood with carved leaves and flowers. The stone floors were covered with lush rugs, all embroidered in lovely patterns. "It's beautiful," she sighed rapturously, standing in the doorway in awe.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 13, 2008 22:11:22 GMT -5
Terion was halfway in the room when he stopped and realized that Kayla was not immediately behind him and he turned around to see Kayla standing in the doorway in awe, looking around at everything that was in her room. She was no doubt in awe of the place she was supposed to live in. She was not used to seeing a place that was extravagant as this was and she was certainly not used to living in such a place. Terion smiled as he walked towards Kayla and took her hand lightly in his own and began to move her into the room as she said that it was beautiful. "Yes, this will be where you will live from now on my dear." Terion said and led her to the center of the room and showed her everything, moving his hands as he spoke about the bed, the ceiling, the furniture. Terion then took a few steps back and stretched his hand to close her mouth, "You going to say anything else?" He asked with a smirk.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 13, 2008 22:32:13 GMT -5
Kayla, still dazed, let him lead her in. The door shut gently behind her as she walked in, and she could only look around the room. Everything was more than she expected, more than she dreamed. It was all so rich, so lovely. Kayla kept her hands close to her body, not trusting herself to touch anything. She did not want to spoil this dream. Wordlessly she nodded at his explanations, her green eyes wide and innocent. It was all so much to take in. As they passed a dresser she absentmindedly put the scroll on it. It would not do to lose that. Then Terion stopped and looked at her again. His look was the same as so many he had given her, that look of boyish intensity. "Why do you ask?" she said back, backing away from his hands a bit.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 14, 2008 9:11:10 GMT -5
Terion smiled and walked over to her bed and turned down the sheets for her, plumping up the pillows a bit as Kayla stood there. She was still in semi shock of what had just happened and he did not expect anything less. It was quite a natural thing for Kayla to be dumbfounded and just in awe of her surroundings. Once Terion had finished with Kayla's bed, he walked over to her again as she spoke, "No reason really. I just have yet to find a time where you are unable to speak." Terion said with a smile and moved forward, taking the scroll from her hand and walking over to a nightstand beside her bed and placing it down. He then went back over to Kayla and walked with her over to the bed, sitting her down on it. He went over to a candle and lit it before turning around. "Well, tomorrow we will search for your family some more." Terion acknowledged.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 14, 2008 11:27:28 GMT -5
((Do you ever read the entire post? I already put the scroll down, genius))
Kayla was hardly aware of his maid-like actions as he readied her bed. She was too busy soaking in the rich details of her surroundings. Everything was marvelous, and she couldn't believe that it was....hers. This room was hers, this life was now hers. It would take a long time to get used to. But Terion's answer snapped her out of it a bit. "Yes, well, don't get used to it," she replied with a cunning smile. Kayla was not planning on being one of those 'seen and not heard' women. She never had been and would not start now. With a sigh she sat on the side of the bed, running a slender hand over the fine silken covering. Never had she felt such finery. "Very well," she said, looking at him gratefully, "I shall just read this for tonight." Kayla indicated the scroll on the nightstand. It would be a good night to read.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 14, 2008 15:58:32 GMT -5
Terion knew that Kayla would stay up and read the scroll until she had memorized every word, every curve of every letter. That was the way she was and it seemed that she was determined to stay that way. Terion smiled and moved over to her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before he whispered, “Goodnight then my dear.” Terion began to walk towards the door. He turned before he exited. “I will see you tomorrow. If I am not here before you, ask someone to show you around or to have them find me for you. I shall imagine that you finding me in this massive palace would be more difficult than even you could imagine.” Terion concluded. He paused and nodded his head, giving her one last smile before he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards his room. He would sleep well that night. He wasn’t sure if she would sleep at all.
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Post by Kayla on Mar 14, 2008 16:36:33 GMT -5
Kayla nodded, acknowledging his exit and looking up just long enough to give him a quick flash of a smile. Then she stayed there, poring over the scroll. It was a geneology of sorts, a written history. It was rather hard to decipher by candlelight, for the writer had a very small, cramped handwriting. It was all tiny, endless words. After an hour she realized that her neck was cramped and she still sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. With a small groan as she cracked her neck, she stood up. It would not do to spoil these clothes by sleeping in them. After a bit of exploring she found the wardrobe was filled with a few nightgowns and many lovely dresses. Someone had been here before her, obviously, and outfitted her with all these clothes. Selecting a nightgown, she wearily slipped out of the dress, struggling with the cumbersome ties in the back. Finally she managed to get out of it. Pulling the gown over her head, she slipped between the covers. Now to finish reading that scroll.... that was her last thought before her head hit the pillow and she fell asleep.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Mar 14, 2008 17:26:03 GMT -5
The morning came quickly for Terion and it started like any other morning did for him except for one minor detail. Terion woke up that morning and thought one thing out of the ordinary. He had a queen in his palace. Terion had never woken up and thought that he had a queen waiting in the room down the hall. It was an odd feeling. What was probably odder was that she was the queen and he was not married to her. Terion stepped out of bed and went to his door and knocked on it. Two women came in almost immediately and began to dress him. This was one of those awkward parts of being king. He knew that he could dress himself, but there were those that were dying to do it for him. So, they dressed him in a light blue kilt and a white silk shirt, as well as giving him an assortment of other items that Terion didn’t exactly care for. Either way, in about twenty minutes, Terion was ready to eat. However, he was going to check on Kayla and ask her to join him. So, he was escorted to her room and he knocked gently on the door, wondering if the maids had wakened her up yet.
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