Chapter 5
The Slave Hold
Slave Hold Rpg Chapter6

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Senna looked uncertain. "He is...."

The girl just stared at him. "He is what?"

"Kind."

"I don't believe that...."

He looked down

"Come with me..."

"But...where?"

"Away from this..."

"But if I get caught they will send me to the king..."

"Freedom.... or being a slave staying here or with the king..."

"What if we get caught?"

She just looked at him.

he looked scared

She stood up and started for where the priest had headed off to.

he hesitantly followed

She snuck around going to find the priest though not wanting to be seen by him.

"What...are we doing?"

"To kill him so he doesn't follow..." she whispered.

He stopped and looked horrified. "No...please don't...he is nice.."

"Just a trick..." she whispered, continuing on.

He grabbed her arm. "No..please leave him alone..."

"He will just call guards....and search for us..."

"No he won't!"

"Yes he will...I will not go back to being a slave!"

He stood in front of her. "Please...leave him alone!"

"Don't do this.... no one should be held captive..."

He had tears in his eyes. "He protected me...I was going to be sent to the king and he protected me!"

"Yet he chains you up!"

He shook his head. "He doesn't want to...he wants to protect me!"

"Again so he chains you up!"

"It isn't his fault..."

"Yeah right..."

He looked distressed. "Please...let's just go..."

"No..."

"I...I...will call out!"

She quickly placed a hand over his mouth. "No you will not..." she whispered.

He struggled

"As long as you protect those that have held you in captivity, you will never be free..."

He struggled harder

"Please...stop struggling..."

"No! You are going to kill my protector!"

"He is a slave master!"

"No he isn't!"

"You're his slave!"

"Father!!!!"

Foot steps rang through the halls.

"Dammit! YOu must really love being a slave! I will never go back!"

He had tears in his eyes. "I...am sorry..."

She started to run, when several priests ran into the area. "Fuck...." she whispered.

"What's going on here? Trying to escape again?" one priest said.

He looked down and shook his head. "No...I..."

The young woman started to run again but was grabbed. "Let me go!"

"Umm...let her go please..."

They didn't listen and start to take her down the hall.

He tried to grab for her

"Stay back..." came the Father's voice.

He stopped and looked back at the head priest his eyes wide and pleading. "Please father....let her go..."

"She has tried to steal you from us...." the Father said.

"No...she was just trying to help...let her go please."

The priest patted her down, revealing a knife. "And this?"

"S...self defense...."

The father looked at him. "Do not protect this sinner...."

"But father...she thought she was helping..."

"We must send her back..."

"Can't she stay here...she can claim sanctuary!" (sanctuary is granted to anyone even if they are slaves, they are essentially free for as long as they stay in the church or on its grounds)

The father was about to reply when the girl shouted, "Sanctuary!!"

He smiled in relief.

"You try to steal from the church, yet when caught you cried 'sanctuary'?" one of the normal priest question, glaring.

"She asked for sanctuary..."

The father nodded. "Young lady... you must stay on the church grounds to keep sanctuary.......Take her to her room..."

"Father...."

"Now...."

The priest started to take her down the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Senna stood uncertainly where he was. He was afraid he was in trouble

The Father looked at him. "Were you going with her?"

He looked down. "I...''

"Senna...?"

He bit his lip. "I wanted to see what it was like outside the church...she said I am a slave here..."

"You are safe here, Senna..."

"I know father...but how can I help people if I am here...?"

"The people come here for help...that is where you are needed..."

He slowly nodded

"Now please head back... I must speak with our new guest... Priest Hiel with take you..." the Father said.

he sighed. "Father...she won't be hurt will she?"

"She has asked for safe haven here...so that is what she will receive..."

Senna looked relieved. "Thank you father."

The Father nodded. "Go now my son..." he said as Priest Hiel came up beside Senna.

Senna nodded and headed back to the alter room with a sigh

Priest Hiel reattached the brace. "You should always listen to the Father...."

He looked down and nodded. "I just wanted to see what the city was like..."

"The city is unsafe..."

"Why is that?"

"Because there are people out there that would use you for evils that go against the church just because they can..."

He shivered in fear. "But I wouldn't use my abilities for evil."

"Not knowingly...."

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"I know a safe place to go." Merana said.

"Oh..." Tsuki said softly.

She lead him to a small cottage. "Before they captured me I found this place. They don't know about it."

"It's....nice...."

She smiled and nodded leading him inside

He followed, looking around slowly.

It was cozy and furnished with things that looked like they had come from wealthy homes. "Hungry?"

"I...yes...but..." he stopped and just looked at her.

She looked concerned. "What's wrong?"

"My...orders...."

"Forget your orders. You are free now."

He pulled her to him, kissing her.

She blushed and hesitantly kissed back

He's hands ran over her back.

She blushed and slowly pulled away. "I...am, going to cook us something...what would you like to eat?"

"I..." he shrugged. "I don't know..."

She started to cook. "If you don't like it let me know..."

Tsuki nodded, watching her every movement.

She handed him a plate

"Thank you..." he said softly, watching her form.

She blushed and nodded

Tsuki started to eat.

She started to eat

Tsuki just watched her as they ate.

She blushed not sure what to do

When he was finished, Tsuki leaned in and kissed her again.

She blushed and hesitantly kissed back

Tsuki pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

She blushed deeply

"I love you..." he whispered.

She blushed. "I...love you."

Tsuki pushed her back onto the ground, kissing her.

She blushed a little and hesitantly kissed back

His hands started to move over her body.

She shivered not sure what to do. She wanted to but feared he wanted to only because of orders. "Tsuki..."

"I love you...I feel something..." he whispered. "...for you..."

She blushed. "I...feel the same...please don't do things because you were ordered though...follow your heart and do what you want."

"And if I am...." he whispered, kissing her neck.

"If you are what? Following your heart...?" She murmured breathlessly

Tsuki nodded into her neck, as he nibbled it.

She blushed and gasped in pleasure

Tsuki looked down at her. "I...may I?"

She blinked and blushed. "May you...what?"

Tsuki slide a hand down her pants rubbing gently.

She moaned and gasped. "I...uh...should...we...be?"

"Hmmm?" he asked as he continued.

"I...we are....both young..."

"Too young? What do you mean?"

"We are still young..."

"But I've been doing this for as long as I can remember..."

She looked at him sadly. "You shouldn't have been made to do that."

"It's normal..."

"No it isn't!"

"But it is...." he said softly.

She had tears in her eyes and shook her head. "It isn't...nor should it be. They made you think that!"

He kissed her again as if to quiet her. (Though it is just because he wishes and feels to...)

She looked at him sadly."Please..."

Tsuki kissed her again.

She kissed back not knowing how she was going to convince him

He started to kiss her neck.

She gasped and blushed

"You like..." he whispered.

She blushed. "I...I...uh..."

He kissed her neck again.

She blushed and gasped a little

He kissed down her neck to her shoulder.

She moaned softly

"You do like it...." he whispered.

"I..umm..."

He kissed her gently, holding her close.

She blushed and kissed back. "I am still not ready..."

"But..." he whispered.

"I am only fifteen..."

"It is normal..." he whispered.

She shook her head

Tsuki kissed her, holding her close to him. A hand slipping up under her top.

"Stop!"She was blushing but looked a little scared

Tsuki jumped back. "I...I'm sorry....I...I have to leave....I..I can't stay..."

She gently grabbed his hand. "No...don't leave please..."

"You don't want me..." he replied.

"I do! I just want to wait...I want to marry before I do that..."

Tsuki looked at her. "What is 'marry'?"

"You...don't know?"

Tsuki just looked at her confused. "What is it?"

She explained slowly trying to help him understand

He looked more confused by the concept.

She sighed. "Do you...know what love is?"

"That's what I was trying to do with you....but you kept stopping me...." Tsuki said.

"No...that is love making...do you know what pure love is?"

Tsuki shock his head. "No..."

She explained as best she could

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Dracul lead him to a nice bath

Mikiael just stared at it, smiling softly.

He undressed both of them and gently lowered him and himself into the hot bath

Mikiael blushed, and leaned back against him.

He started to gently clean him

Mikiael blushed. "You...you don't have...to clean me...." he whispered.

"You don't like it?"

"I...didn't say I didn't.....I..." he said softly.

He started to clean him and kissed his neck. "I like giving you a bath."

"You....do?" he whispered, sighing at the kiss.

"Yes I do." He said kissing him

He blushed, kissing back.

He smiled

Mikiael laid against him.

"I will protect you."

"Thank you..." Mikiael whispered.

He kissed him

Mikiael kissed back.

He ran a hand up his back

"I don't want to leave you..." he whispered.

"Than don't. I want you with me always."

"I'm yours..."

He kissed him

Mikieal kissed back.

"I love you."

"I love you too..."

He kissed his neck

Mikieal sighed.

"What do you want to do to me?"

Mikieal blushed. "I... me?"

He kissed him and laid back. "I want you to do what you want to me."

Mikieal looked at him unsure.

"I am giving you permission...if you want to."

Mikieal kissed his chest.

He purred happily

He moved down his chest.

He gasped softly enjoying it

He kissed his tip.

He drew in a deep intake of breath letting it out raggedly as he moaned in pleasure."Mmm feels nice..."

"I...it did?"

"Very."

He took his manhood inside his mouth fully.

He gasped in pleasure and stroked his hair as he sucked

Mikieal continued.

He held on to his shoulders and groaned in pleasure

Mikieal pushed his throat down.

"Mikieal...."

Mikieal sucked deeply.

"Ahh....mmm....'"

Mikieal started to play with Drakul's balls.

He gasped and moaned he stroked Milieal's hair

He continued.

He cam hard and panted

Mikieal swallowed not knowing what to do.

He smiled at him looking pleased and kissed him. "Oh my...That was wonderful."

Mikieal blushed. "I...really?"

He smiled. "Yes, let me show you how you made me feel." He bent down and started to suck him

Mikieal gasped, laying back, arching his back. "I...I..."

He continued

Mikieal arched his back more.

He swallowed when he cam and than started to trail kisses and nibbles up his chest

Mikieal sighed. "Oh my...." he whispered.

He smiled and kissed his neck

"Drakul..." he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"That was...." he whispered.

"Wonderful?"

Mikieal nodded blushing.

He smiled and kissed him

Mikieal kissed back.

"I love you

"I love you too..." he whispered.

He held him close.

Mikieal curled into him.

He fell asleep. When he woke he was alone in the room tucked in

Mikieal sat up, looking around the room.

It looked like it was late in the evening

Mikieal quickly got up and dressed, and heading quietly to the door, opening it, and looking up and down the hallway.

He saw a few guards on patrol

Once the guards had turned corners, Mikieal slipped out of the run, and quietly moved down the hall. He was looking for Drackul, but he was scared to be caught outside of Drackul's room by someone other than Drackul. Mikieal tried to stay in the shadows that were now working their way around the halls as evening came into full.

He was grabbed from behind

Mikieal froze, scared of what will come.

"It is dangerous to leave the room love."

Mikieal sighed, leaning back against him. "Drackul...I....I was looking for you....I...I slept the day away....I..I'm sorry..."

He gently turned him and kissed him. "It is alright. I had to take care of some things. Sorry I worried you."

Mikieal kissed back, and then nodded. "I just worry.... I don't want you hurt....and I don't want to...to go back..." he whispered.

He kissed him again. "I won't let you go back and I will will be careful."

Mikieal kissed back. "Thank you...and I'm sorry...I'm sorry I left the room...I was trying to be careful..."

He held him close. "It is alright. Let's get back to the room though."

Mikieal nodded. "Yes Drackul..."he said softly.

He took him back and closed the door.

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"Have you had a change of heart?" Caliegh's father asked. "Are you excited to wed?"

Caileigh hide her anger, but nodded. "Yes father...I want to make you happy....and if this would make you happy, I am glad to marry the great king...."

he smiled and hugged her. "Good. Two days time."

Caileigh nodded. "Two days...yes father..."

He kissed her forehead

"I...love you father...."

"love you."

Caileigh nodded, with a soft smile.

He left

Caileigh went over to her bed, and laid down. She hoped her loves and friend were okay.

She fell asleep and dreamed of them

She smiled, and curled up.

She dreamed her father found them and killed them

"No...." she bolted up.

She was alone

Caileigh sat there hugging her knees to her chest, scared from the dream.

She noticed morning was approaching

"Two more nights..." Caileigh whispered to herself. She stood up and went into her bathing chambers, closing the door behind her. She striped and slowly sat down into the very warm bath water that had been prepared. She closed her eyes.

She pictured her loves

"Please be safe..." she whispered, sleepily. Unknowing that her body was very close to slipping under the water. "Just stay safe..."

She felt the water creeping over her nose

Caileigh quickly sat up, breathing hard. "What is going to happen to me...?" she whispered. She stood from her bath, taking notice that the water was now cold as ice, but knowing that she was safe thanks to her gift over ice and thanking that no one had come in seeing her in ice cold water. She grabbed a near by towel, and began to dry herself, before dressing in a pale blue gown that had long sleeves that flared out once it got to her elbows and were no longer than her knuckles. She started to fix up her hair, brushing it and then braiding two braids, one on each side of her head before pulling them back and tying them with a ribbon of the same pale blue as her gown. She then slipped on some slippers and headed for the dinning hall to meet up with her father and step mother for breakfast.

She saw her step mother but her father was absent

Caileigh sat down. "Where is father?" she asked.

"He had business."

"Probably out at the slave market again...." sighed Caileigh.

"He said it was regarding family matters..."

"Then it is about the wedding..." Caileigh sighed.

"Maybe..."

Caileigh looked at her. "I..I really don't wish to go through with this marriage...but I know I must..."

She looked down sadly. " Can...I tell you something?"

"What is it....?"

"I...didn't want to marry your father...I was set to marry another...someone I loved...but my father didn't approve and he arranged this marriage...Don't make the mistake I did...don't let them tell you who to marry, follow your heart."

"I am doing this to protect the two men that I love equally..." Caileigh whispered.

She looked sad. "But you are willing to give up your happiness?"

"If I don't marry the king... my loves will forever be in danger...one is already in danger, and the other is in danger now because of me..." Caileigh said.

She gently hugged her. "You have a good heart...but I fear it will be broken if you follow it through. The king has no heart, save for his son he cares for no one...I don't even know if he truly loves him either..."

Caileigh nodded. "I didn't sleep well last night... if you will excuse me..."

"I am sorry..."

"Don't worry...and if father returns.... just tell him that I am in my room..." Caileigh said softly.

"I...be careful."

Caileigh nodded, and left the room. She wrote a note to her father, and then cloaked went to the stables, saddled her horse, and road off towards the palace wishing to see this son that that king cares for...in hopes that he may help her.

She was stopped by some guards. "Can we help you?"

"I wish to speak with the prince..." Caileigh said softly, her cloak up over because of the winter winds though she has never needed it.

"He is out at the moment

"May I wait for him, sir?" Caileigh asked with a bow.

"What is your business with him?"

"I wish to speak with him...for I am to be wed to his father in two days, but first would like to speak with my future son..." Caileigh said, pulling back her hood.

They bowed to her. "I see...umm...he is..."

"Right here." Came a male's voice

Caileigh looked towards the voice.

A man stood there. He looked just like king Valarian.

"Lord Prince?" she questioned with a bow. ((looks too much like the king lol ))

"Yes. My name is Ian."

Caileigh bowed to him again. "I am Lady Caileigh....I am meant to be married to your father in two days...."

He looked shocked. "What? I never heard this..."

"My father arranged it with your father..." Caileigh said softly.

Ian looked angry. "I see. Congratulations than..."

"I don't want to marry him....which is why I had wished to talk with you, Lord Prince...." she said softly.

He paused and looked to the guards. "Leave us."

The guards reluctantly left. "What do you have in mind to stop it?"

"I...I don't know....maybe if you spoke to your father... Prince Ian... I love someone else...but I would do anything to protect him....so I had agreed to my father's arranged marriage to your father...." she said softly.

"I can try to speak to him...because I don't like to share."

"Share?" she questioned.

"he is mine!"

Caileigh jumped. "I...I don't want him....please my Lord..."

He calmed and smiled. "Good...because I would have had to kill you."

Caileigh looked at him with wide eyes. "My Lord Prince... I only agreed to this marriage to make my father happy....but I truly do not wish to wed him..."

He grabbed her wrist tightly. "Than leave."

Caileigh winced. "You're...you're hurting me.... when I leave today, I'll still have to be back in two nights...it is what your father and mine had decided...that I would be your fathers new bride....please...please let go of my wrist...." she whispered.

He backhanded her roughly. "I don't want to see you again or I will fucking kill you! He is mine!"

Caileigh cried out, falling to her knees from the force. She held her cheek, tears running down her face. "My Lord Prince...." she whispered.

He whirled around on his heel and stormed off. "Leave or I will make you vanish!"

Caileigh cried as she stood up. She swiftly and gracefully left the palace, and carefully got up on her horse and rode off back to her father's manor, hoping that her father would be back once she arrived.

He was entering the grounds when she was coming up

"Father..." she called out to him, the winter air having cooled her tears to her cheek. "Father..."

He turned to look toward her. "Caileigh...what is wrong?"

Caileigh got down from her horse and looked at her father, her cheek red. "I...I wanted to be kind and went to see my future step son....but...he hit me to the ground and threatened to kill me if I ever come back to the palace....." she whispered.

He held her close. "What? Why would he do that?"

"I...I don't know....I'm scared, father..."

"Caileigh you aren't marrying the king, you are marrying his son."

Caileigh looked at him shocked. "But...you told me that I was going to be marrying the king...."

"I misunderstood the king's wishes..."

"But... father... I..I'm scared... after him hitting me, and threatening my life just for us thinking that I was to marry his father, I'm scared of what he will do now...." Caileigh cried into her father's shoulder. She wanted both of her loves here with her, but she was scared for their safety as well.

"Caileigh...I will speak to his majesty but you must do as your duty demands.''

"I know father....I just do not wish to die as he had threatened...." she whispered.

"I will see to it that doesn't happen."

"Thank you father...I want to make you proud..." she said softly, hugging him again. She loved her father, she just didn't love him being a slave owner.

He hugged her back

Caileigh pulled back from the hug. "Father...can I ask...where did you head this morning?"

"I had to take care of some business. That damn Thorn has caused more trouble lately and the king has ordered a manhunt."

"Oh...what has he done now?"

"He has gone too far. He released a caravan of slaves that the king had hand picked. In other words the cream of the crop. But at least this time Thorn was injured. Too bad the blood trail stopped. He is too elusive but the law will catch up to him...if he lives from his wounds that is."

In her mind, Caileigh was crying, screaming within her head. She was scared for him, and what of her other love, he was suppose to be with him, they were suppose to be staying out of harms way. "The king must really be angry....father....what can our family do...to help...." she said, though she hated seeming like her father.

"I am heading out on the manhunt tonight. You focus on your wedding."

"But...if I help...maybe Prince Ian will accept me more...."

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Syarii moved to follow Kaia, casting an uneasy look toward Seth

Kaia just continued to head to the kitchens to clean them and prepare more tea.

Syarii followed her

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"I need to do something. Go back to the castle." He told Rice

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Valarian went to find Rice

Rice was walking the halls of Valarian's manor, gentle footsteps the only source of noise he made, he looked deep in thought or possibly completely vacant.

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"Those are pretty." Anna heard Cain say

"Hm?" Anna blinked, bringing her gaze back into focus and looked down, "Oh!" She blushed, "I didn't even realize..."

he smiled. "What type are they? They aren't native."

"I'm... not sure." She blushed, "I was just thinking and it sort of... happened."

He gently hugged her. "What were you thinking of?"

"Just wondering if a time will come when peace is real and people like me aren't needed." Anna replied.

He gently stroked her hair. "I wonder if such a time will happen..."

"It would be nice... to finally be able to relax."

He nodded

"I didn't wake you, did I?" Anna asked after a moment.

"No. I hadn't fallen asleep."

"You should try." Anna smiled.

"I thrive on the night."

"I don't sleep much myself." She replied.

"May I set with you?"

"If you wish." Anna nodded.

He sat down next to her. "Would you like to hear something?"

"What might that be?" Anna asked, glancing over at him.

he took out a beautiful flute and began to play a beautiful haunting melody, it seemed to convey peace and the struggle for it.

Anna sighed and closed her eyes briefly as she listened to the tune.

After awhile the he finished. "What did you think?"

"That was lovely." Anna replied.

He smiled.

Anna smiled as well.

"Tell me more about yourself...that is...if you want to."

Anna's smile faltered briefly, "There's really... nothing to tell." She managed, fighting back the deluge of memories.

"Everyone has a story to tell..."

"Mine isn't one to be told." Anna replied softly.

He sighed. "As you wish..."

"I'm sorry..." Anna murmured, rising, "I've been moving forward to forget the past. I don't want to go through it again..."

"No...don't apologize...I was the one who asked so I am sorry..."

"Looks like the storm may be letting up..." Anna smiled faintly.

He looked out. "Oh...I see..." He looked sad

"Why don't you come with me?" Anna glanced over at him, her tone serious.

He blinked and looked hopeful. "You want me too?"

"I'd like it if you did." Anna smiled.

He smiled. "I would love to."

"Take your time to gather what you need and we'll be on our way." Anna replied.

He began to gather some items.

Anna brought her things to the mouth of the cave and sat down to wait for Cain.

He walked over after a little while.

"Are you ready?" Anna asked.

"Yea. I am."

"Lets head out then," Anna replied, slipping her bag over her shoulders.

He nodded and handed her a furred cloak. "You might need this,"

"Thank you," Anna replied, putting it on before slipping outside.

He followed her.Though the storm had passed their was still the bite of the cold air and a cold wind making her more thankful for the cloak. Snow lay everywhere in thick hazardous drifts.

"Wow, look at all this snow," Anna grinned as she glanced around, "Good thing too, it covered my tracks out here."

He smiled. "But we will have to watch where we step."

"We'll be okay," Anna replied, "We'll be walking a few hours though..." She led the way.

He followed keeping alert

Hours later they came across the large, well tended property that was her home, "Here we are." Anna smiled faintly.

"Wow...."

"This has been my family home for many generations." Anna said as she unlocked the front door of the two story home.

"It is beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so," She smiled faintly, heading inside and kicking her shoes off.

"Don't you?"

"I did... once."

"Once? But not anymore?"

"No... not anymore." Anna slid her bag from her shoulders, "I'm making tea... would you like some?" She questioned, heading down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Sure...is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not that I can think of..." Anna replied as she started to boil water for tea over an open flame in the fire pit.

He sat down an looked around taking everything in

The room was pristine, nothing out of place or looking cluttered, and while Anna made tea she kept things neat, "There are a few spare rooms, you're welcome to any one of them." She said, setting two cups, cream, and sugar on the table as the water for the tea boiled.

"Thank you. Umm...may I ask why...you don't find it pretty?"

"Too much... blood..." Anna murmured distantly.

He looked at her in concern but left it at that, he wanted her to tell when she was ready. "I am sorry..."

She shuddered and shook herself from the memory as the tea kettle whistled and grabbed it quickly, "Here we go," She said, pouring the boiling water into their cups, soaking the tea leaves that rested in the bottom.

"Thank you." He hesitated and slowly leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips.

Anna nearly dropped the pot in surprise, crimson tainting her cheeks.

He pulled back. "Forgive me..."

"No its... I-I'm just not used to this sort of thing..." Anna murmured.

He blushed. "I...think I love you."

"I... b-but... we've only just met, how could you love me?" She stuttered.

He looked her in the eyes. "Your soul sings to me..."

Anna sat down slowly and was silent for a moment as she added cream and sugar to her glass, "I don't... understand," She said softly.

"I...feel something for you...I can see you are kind and compassionate...and I feel drawn to you."

"I... feel drawn to you as well... I-I've never felt this way..." Anna murmured as she took a long sip of her fresh tea.

He gently kissed her happy she felt the way he did. "I swear I will protect you."

"Don't worry..." Anna smiled faintly, "I'm pretty good at protecting myself." She stood as she finished her tea, "I'm... going to go for a walk... feel free to explore the house, okay?"

"I am here for you ok?"

"I understand, thank you," Anna replied as she slipped out of the house.

She walked, glancing briefly at the grounds, to the other end of the compound where a small shrine stood. Slipping inside Anna carefully removed her shoes and walked over cold stone to her family's diamond memorial, it had been created carefully over a period of days by her self, a daunting task that she recalled had drained her considerably. She touched the engravings gently with her fingers in remembrance before bowing her head and lighting incense to pray for those whom she had lost.

Once finished she left the remainder of the incense to burn and headed back out into chilly daylight, slipping off the grounds to ensure her traps were still in place. The further she got the chillier the weather became, "Of course... Another storm'll be here by nightfall," She sighed, as she glanced at her first trap and continued along her way.

she noticed one of the traps was tripped

Frowning, Anna tensed as she cautiously approached the trap to reset it, looking around for whatever had tripped it.

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The cat moved over to Crimson purring

Crimson put the cat down when she heard Gwen. She quickly dropped back into the garden and climbed into her room. She cracked open the door curiously and looked out.

Gwen looked at her. "Irving's not in there is he?"

Crimson shook her head, "No, he isn't...What happened? Where is he?" She asked softly, hiding the hint of worry in her voice.

Gwen looked at her and then away. "He walked in while the king was punishing me...."

Crimson's eyes flashed as she caught the meaning in his words, "What did he do to Irving?" She demanded softly as she lifted her head and scented the air.

"He did nothing.... he only punished me....in a way I had not wished for Irving to see..."

Crimson glanced at him in disgust, "You serve a poor excuse for a king, one who abuses his subjects." She hissed furiously, "I smell his blood... but it is tainted."

"I have no other choice...and you had better watch your tongue, you may not be my slave, but I have the right, should I hear.... to cut the tongues of all that speak ill of the king..."

Crimson's eyes narrowed as she glared into his eyes, "You always have a choice. I do not see you restrained or chained in any way. Kill him, it is a simple solution."

Irving quickly entered into the picture, Crimson was his 'slave' after all so he felt somewhat at liberty to defend her. She was his friend atleast, he narrowed his now red eyes and looked at the person to be met with Gwen. "Gwen?" He then turned to Crimson, he felt awkward now his friend and his boyfriend were fighting. "Erh...please don't fight." He pulled his best manipulative puppy dog face ever.

Crimson snarled violently, not in the least swayed by his puppy dog face, but nonetheless she obeyed his wish and forced herself to take a deep breath fore turning to him, "What happened to you?"

Gwen stayed quiet, and moved back to turn to leave the room. He didn't have to explain anything to the slave.

Crimson snarled but then she smiled as an idea occurred to her, "Gwen, Irving, when will I be able to enter a fight?" She asked sweetly.

"Ne." Irving attached to Gwen, hugging his arm into his chest and flopping on him to try and stop the man leaving. "Fighting, I don't fight with people."

"Irving...she is a fighting slave...." Gwen said. "There is a fight coming up..."

"What, since when?" He looked shocked and nuzzled into Gwen's arm, grinning and rocking.

Crimson smiled eagerly, "I've been a fighter for a long time, and the only way I can help you is by earning money for you in the fights."

Irving groaned. "That sounds tiring but okay, whatever, go out and find someone to fight or something." He flicked his hand dismissively at Crimson and hugged Gwens arm tighter. "I want some alone time hee hee~"

Crimson grinned and her eyes seemed to glow with malice as she bowed her head, "As you wish, master, I know who my opponent will be." She chuckled and turned towards the door.

*creak...creak* The sound sounded above them

Crimson's head whipped up as she listened.

The creaking went silent

Crimson slipped out the door and started to climb the stairs towards where the sound had come from. Her eyes glowed silver as she quietly stalked the unknown being.

Gwen looked at Irving. "You shouldn't have said that..." he said pulling him with him to watch Crimson.

Crimson glanced back at him then slipped out of sight as she reached the second floor.

Irving followed, his arms wrapped tightly around the taller man. "Aw, but random chaos is always fun."

On the second floor Crimson sent out tendrils of shadows to seek out the trespasser.

She located it in the far corner and heard a snarl of anger.

Crimson let out a small hiss of excitement and drifted towards the sound, scenting the air and trying to find the best angle to attack as her shadows slowly started to wind around the trespasser.

There was a loader snarl of anger as well as a hiss and she saw a set of brilliant green eyes as a large black panther darted away from her shadows coming into sight for a moment before darting deeper into the darkness

"Here, kitty, kitty..." Crimson called softly as she leapt after the panther, her claws grew outward and her shadows darted forward to keep it from escaping.

It hissed and pounced away from the shadows

Irving yelped and hid behind Crimson as the creature came at them.

Crimson flinched away from him, her eyes flickered towards him and he could feel ice creep over his heart for a split second before she looked away and tackled the creature and buried her claws into its flesh, reckless of any injuries she would receive as she succumbed to her blood lust.

It snarled and attacked

Gwen stepped up swiftly. "Irving... get the two of you from here...now!"

"Whats going on?" Irving backed off, glancing at the creature.

Crimson completely ignored Gwen as she flung the panther away from her.

The panther vanished

Crimson snarled and whirled around, her eyes glowed and her teeth were completely bared, completely lost in bloodlust as she leapt at Gwen.

"Damn!" Gwen cursed, falling back and catching her wrists to hold her back.

Crimson caught his gaze in hers and suddenly activated her spell to send him into a trance.

Just at that point she felt claws dig into her back as a snarl of rage sounded behind her.

Her shadows reared up as she screamed in pain and she whirled around and attacked the panther, her shadows crept in and she suddenly reached into the boiling mass and pulled out a long dagger.

The panther darted off into the shadows and growled

She stood snarling, her dagger held ready for another attack (need to wait for the others)

Irving's eyes widened as Crimson started to loose it and attack everyone. "STOP IT." He yelled at her, she was his slave shouldn't she do as she was told. "You are never to attack Gwen." He approached her.

Crimson's chest heaved with every violent breath and her silver eyes glared into his, "I have no master." She hissed her teeth clenched so tightly the words were distorted almost beyond comprehension. Yet she took a step back and didn't attack

Irving narrowed his eyes, it was an odd look for him. "I tried being nice, I gave you your freedom and you through it back in my face, I tried to be your friend." He looked down at the ground. "I think I should just take you back, you weren't what I was expecting." He sounded sad.

Crimson growled ferally, her demon blood had completely taken control and she glared at Irving for several long moments before she opened her mouth to speak. "You can return me... just as soon as I return the freedom you have given me." She said, her voice was rough and guttural and she turned away from him and walked to the nearest window. "I will hunt the man who controls you." She hissed and started to leap out.

"Well...wasn't she unpleasant." Came a male's voice from the shadows after she was gone from view.

Gwen looked towards the voice, not liking all of this disturbance.

Irving jumped as someone suddenly spoke, being startled his magic went into use, walls beside him crumbled and caved inwards as he forced the gravity on them to crush it.

The figure rolled out away from the crumbling wall. He was a young man around 15 with long black hair and gold eyes. He had cat ears and a tail and sat in front of him he sported a few wounds. "You need to control that friend a little better...she could have killed me." He proceeded to lick his wounds.

Gwen looked at him. "Who are you? What are you doing within my home?" he asked.

He looked up regarding him with his gold catlike eyes. "You don't remember me? Well...it was about five years ago...I am Tichee...I have been trying to find you. Umm...can I live with you?" He asked as he looked at him closely completely ignoring Irving. He had a blush on his cheeks as though he was a lovestruck kitten.

Gwen looked at him closely. "The slave from the king's collection...I have heard of what you did..."

He smiled his eyes gleaming as though in joy but than he slowly frowned. "I...am not a slave anymore. He deserved it. I...will you help me defeat him?"

Gwen's eyes widened. "He...he is my lord..." he said stoicly.

He shook his head. "He is a tyrant that deserves death..." He leaned forward scenting the air and his eyes widened. "He...you...."

Gwen just looked at him. "The king and I what?" he asked, not showing emotion.

He looked down."Umm...intimate..." (let's wait for Rice)

Irving peered out from behind Gwen, narrowing his eyes, he suddenly lept out, apparently finding a new sense of courage. He looked furious as he mentioned the word intimate. "GWEN IS MINE." He yelled proudly. "And...and I am his, the King...he can...go away." He stumbled over his words.

"Irving....he was a slave of the king himself..." said Gwen.

Tichee regarded Irving a little taken aback by his outburst. "You sure you can handle Gwen? " He said as he stretched and walked over to Gwen He quickly kissed Gwen and smirked at Irving.

"DID HE?" Irving nearly had some form of emotional out burst, but he suddenly cooled down and just smiled gingerly. His expression was one of complete calmness, heck the guy looked like he'd just taken some sort of happy pill. "It's a pleasure to meet you 'oh mysterious man kissing my boyfriend'." He held out his thin arm to shake Tichee's. Whilst he looked happy his eyes narrowed in a dangerous manner, he was planning something, for sure. He was a manipulative bastard like that.

Tichee stiffened and clung to Gwen, "He is scary. Umm...what did he mean boyfriend?" He looked back at Irving. "Gwen is my boyfriend. We have known each other longer." He stuck his tongue out at Irving. It was obvious the kid was childlike and trying to tease Irving, but he also seemed truly attached to Gwen who he kissed again and nuzzled against like an affectionate cat would to their master. "I am fifteen. My name is Tichee." He said with a smile and kissed Gwen again.

Irving narrowed his eyes again."Fine have him." He turned around and walked off. With every step he took the ground beneath him crumbled a little, and objects near him caved in and were crushed by his magic activating itself due to his anger.

Gwen looked at Tichee. "I am free to choose...." he said. "Irving, come back here....please...." Gwen quickly pulled Tichee as he went after Irving, grabbing his hand. "Don't leave...either of you...don't leave...it is not safe..."

"And why would I stay when you've got your precious Titch or whatever his name was." He regarded Tichee coldly and yanked his hand free. "I'll have you know I have many other...erh..propirators to pick from, don't let me stop you from running off into the sunset with THAT.." He pointed dramatically. "THING!"

"Irving!" Gwen shouted. "Why are you acting as such!? I need you...."

Irving pouted in a moody manner. "Obviously you don't." He grumbled and looked very flustered, it was obvious he was over reaction.

Gwen grabbed Irving, and pulled him to him.

Irving made some sort of flipping motion. "Oh so now you want me huh?" He pouted and glared at Tichee. "It's not my fault im not like..some cute little boy or whatever."

Tichee blinked in shock at his outbursts. "Wow...you're acting like a child though. Gwen deserves someone better than you." He said hugging Gwen from behind. He made a purring sound of pleasure. "Poor Irving wants to sulky sulk." He said in a mock baby voice.

"Stop it both of you...." Gwen said in a serious tone. "Since you have known me Irving I have not once not wanted you.... the king...the king was punishing me....and it is better he punish me than you....I do not want you harmed because of me...." he said. "As for you Tichee, it has been how long since I've seen you....?"

Tichee considered. "Too long...why didn't you rescue me?" He said looking serious and a little hurt.

"How was I to know if something had happened? I have my duties...." Gwen said softly.

Irving crossed his arms defiantly. "Well, you seem pretty cozy with him, and I'm not one to share." He shifted uncomfortably, he didn't really know whether this guy was a friend or not.

Gwen was looking uncomfortable being hugged from behind. "Irving...please..." he whispered, looking upset. "I don't want to lose you..."

Irving burst forwards and literally shoved Tichee as hard as he could. "SEE he doesn't want to lose me." He growled and hugged Gwen's arm. "Make him go away he annoys me, prancing around acting like he owns everything." He started to ramble, he looked a little crazy at the moment.


Tichee rubbed his shoulder and got up he growled in anger. "You are a spoiled brat!" He rushed forward and bit down on Irving's arm as hard as he could

The instant Tichee bit down on Irving arm he would have tasted his blood, and his blood didn't taste nice at all, in fact it had an almost nauseating effect on the poor guy. Irving yelped and screamed loudly however, since he was being bitten, unaware that Tichee himself was in for a rather unpleasant experience also.


Tichee pulled back and vomited on Irving. "Ugh...what are you a zombie? Your blood is foul!" He hid behind Gwen still holding his stomach.

"EW DON'T HURL NEAR ME MAN THAT'S GROSS." Irving ducked and spun to avoid Tichee emptying his stomach on him, he glared back at Tichee with the same annoyance. "God..it's only blood." He seemed unaware.

"Blood is gross normally yours is worse! Gwenie...can I be with you too?"

Gwen grabbed Irving and then grabbed Tichee. "First off...we are all going back to the room....and please no more yelling....my head is hurting as it is..."

Tichee looked somber. "Sorry sir..."

Gwen sighed, and pulled Irving and Tichee back down the hall. After a bit he pulled them into a large bed chamber, closing the door behind him, before leaning against the door.

Tichee's eyes widened and he blushed. "Umm...I didn't know you liked threesomes...but do we have to with that?" He said looking at Irving in distaste

"Do not speak ill of anyone I see fit to be around me..." Gwen told Tichee.

Tichee looked down. "Ok...but he started it..."

Irving was doing a good job of ignoring Tichee. "No thanks I'm not into 10 year olds." He knew Tichee wasn't that young, but the kid looked it.

"I don't want any threesomes...." sighed Gwen. "Just stop and sit.... on the bed.... on the sofa....I don't care just stop fighting over me and sit..."

Tichee sat on the bed with a blush. "I am not ten."

Irving walked and sat on the sofa, trying to do it in such a manner to show how irritated he was, he just ended up looking a little crazy.

Tichee giggled but quickly covered his mouth to smother the laugh, he didn't want to anger Gwen.

"Tichee...why do you cover your mouth...?" Gwen asked. He moved over, and sat down in a comfy chair, looking around. "Irving's mannerisms are some of the reasons I really care for him...."

Tichee stopped and looked at Irving and than Gwen. "Oh...so you like immature crazy people?" He said it matter of factly as though he didn't intend it as an insult

"You do not know all that I like....nor what all I have been through..." Gwen said.

Tichee looked at him in concern. "Gwen...."

Irving shot Tichee a look, instantly a memory flashed before his eyes of the way the King abused Gwen, his features softened and he looked rather sad. He hung his head and moved around on the sofa so no one could see he was upset. "W-whatever." He tried to sound annoyed.

"Irving...." said Gwen. "Please look at me..." His voice was a whisper.

Irving looked at Gwen, he pouted and turned his head to the side, trying to avoid eye contact. "I've been thinking." He began to twiddle his thumbs. "Do you think, we could like, just run away?"

Tichee looked at them sadly and slowly started to slip from the room silently. Gwen wasn't his...he was with that annoying man, but Irving actually cared for Gwen, as long as Gwen was happy Tichee told himself that was fine. He fought the ache in his chest and the tears that stung his eyes as he silently slipped from the room. He didn't know where he was going to go but he wouldn't go back to the king, not ever. He had always dreamed of being free, he had imagined being with Gwen and living happily...but it looked like that had been a childish illusion.

(AWWWWWW!!!!! *Thinks Gypsy*)

"I don't know, Irving..." Gwen said. "I wish it were truly possible....but I think that the two of you...." Gwen looked around. "Tichee...? this is not good....the guards may find him...." He looked at Irving. "Let's all leave...you, me, and Tichee...from this city..."

Irving jumped up. "Really?" He looked excited to be leaving, even if Tichee was along for the ride as well. He did a little victory dance over to Gwen and embraced him. Nuzzling his face into Gwens chest.

Gwen sighed, then grabbed up at cloak. "Now...come we have to go after Tichee before a guard finds him..."

Irving nodded and walked after Gwen, keeping close, eyes flicking around the room. "Oh this is exciting it's like..a game of man hunt." He snickered.

Gwen shook his head. "Just stay calm and quiet, alright.... we can not make a wrong move...."

"Yeah I got it." Irving hung close to him, speaking in a hushed tone.

Gwen headed off down the hallway with Irving, tracking down the now missing Tichee.

Irving hugged Gwen's arm. "I don't see why we need to find him." He sulked and pouted once again. "I mean, he was a bit weird." The irony of him calling someone weird would no doubt be lost on no one. "But, if you insist." He sighed deeply, keeping his tone hushed.

"GWEN!!" Came Tichee's cry

Gwen froze. He quickly grabbed up Irving and started to race to Tichee's voice.

Gwen saw him struggling against someone who looked exactly like him

((Need to wait for Rice to post)) ((Hey Rice...just go just one below to were Tichee is....k))

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Tichee cloaked himself and hurried down the street he wanted to find somewhere he could hide...somewhere he could heal the pain in his heart. "Bye Gwen...hope you find happiness..."He whispered as he avoided guards and tried not to draw attention.

He heard foot steps coming his way.

He stiffened and hid in the shadows

"I know you are there..." came a voice like Gwen's.

He hesitantly stepped out and looked at him his head hung sadly. "Gwen...you have Irving...you don't need or want me..." He said fighting the tears in his eyes.

"I want you... have no fear in that..." said 'Gwen'.

He blushed and looked up at him. "Y...you do? But what about that bratty Irving?"

'Gwen' shrugged. "What of him?" ((MWHAHAHAHA))

He smiled and hugged him. "Won't he get mad...?"

'Gwen' held him. "Who cares...I have you now..."

He smiled and closed his eyes resting his head against his chest. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he looked up at him with wide eyes. He tried to pull away. "Y..you're not Gwen..."

'Gwen' looked down at him with a 'scary' grin. "What do you mean...? I am Gwen..." he said, his hold on Tichee not loosening.

He struggled harder growing scared. "Your scent is similar but different! GWEN!!"

"Why do you struggle? I am Gwen..." he said, and licked his neck.

"No you aren't! GWEN!!!" He screamed and struggled slashing at him with his claws

'Gwen' backhanded him.

He yelped in pain and hissed turning into his panther form

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Crimson wandered over rooftops, eventually she was forced to stop due to the wounds she'd received fighting the panther. She huddled high above the streets as her bloodlust finally subsided.

She noticed a cloaked figure dart in and out of shadows.

Her curiosity peaked but she was smart enough not to attack as she tensed watching the figure warily.

It paused at the gate's to the graveyard and slowly slipped inside.

She hesitantly stood up and followed, quietly slipping inside and sneaking closer.

She noticed the figure head toward one of the crypts. (will she like guys or girls?)

Crimson followed closely. ((guys))(k)

The figure slipped inside and she felt a pull toward it.

Crimson paused, and then walked inside behind him.

She saw the figure remove the hood of it's cloak and she saw long silver hair. The figure was not facing her so she could not tell the gender. The figure raised it's pale hands and began to mutter something arcane

Crimson crept closer and circled around to catch a glimpse of his face. Her eyes glowed with silver and she looked like an evil angel as she stood in the shadows.

He had a handsome face that was pale but with a dark unnerving look to it. He had brilliant silver eyes and he finished his chant. He paused and slowly turned to face her

She stared defiantly into his eyes as her heart beat wildly, she could feel his power and instinctively knew he was equal to her. She stepped out of the shadows and approached him

"Who...are you?"

She smiled lightly, "I should be asking you that question." She replied as she slowly started to activate her spells, trying to see if he would be caught by her eyes.

He looked at her calmly seeming not to be effected. "I am Lastov, what is your name beautiful?" He said as he studied her. She noticed he had a sad and lonely aura around him. He also seemed different than others, rather than looking at her hungrily and with lust as so many others had in the past he seemed to study her with genuine interest as though assessing everything he could about her, and not just her looks.

It was his aura that finally drew her in and she actually smoothed back her hair nervously as she smiled, "My name is Crimson." She found herself longing to hold him and eliminate the sadness she felt around him.

He smiled a little. "It can be dangerous here at night. Is there something you need here?"

Crimson shook her head, "No... I'm alone." She answered carefully and lifted her arm to brush away a mosquito before flinching as she disturbed her wounds.

His eyes widened when he noticed her wounds.He moved over to her and gently began to clean them and dress them. "You need these treated or they will get infected."

Crimson leaned into him and for the first time she could remember she relaxed, "Thank you." She murmured and then ,looking into his eyes, she asked him a question, "Why do you make me feel safe?" She asked hesitantly. The sensation was new to her and she could feel her aggression draining away as he worked over her.

He blushed and looked in to her eyes slowly. "I...don't know...why is it I feel I can trust you? That you won't be repelled from me like everyone else?" He whispered

Crimson blushed as she met his gaze, "I am not like everyone else." She whispered softly.

"I...do you have a place to stay?"

Crimson dropped her gaze in embarrassment as she slowly shook her head no

"Would you...like to stay with me?"

Crimson nodded shyly, "I would" She blushed lightly again and smiled

He hesitantly kissed her

Her eyes widened with surprise but then she awkwardly kissed him back; she was unfamiliar with actually kissing someone.

He gently withdrew. "I...forgive me...I should have asked."

Crimson smiled shyly and her face seemed to lose the hardness that it usually had as she kissed him, "No... its perfectly ok." She whispered softly.

He gently kissed back. "I am glad."

Her cheeks colored as she happily snuggled closer to him and let her hands play with his hair.

"That feels nice." He murmured

Crimson smiled and brought his arms around her, "You can touch me if you want... I promise I won't bite."

He gently held her close. "I promise I won't hurt you."

She looked into his eyes for several moments, "I know you won't." Her hands played with his hair some more as she watched him, "I don't know why, but I can trust you."

He gently kissed her

She kissed him back, her hands lightly traced down his back.

He sighed in pleasure. "Shall we get out of here?"

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, lets"

He gently took her hand and slipped through the shadows as he donned his cloak once more. He lead them away from the cemetery and toward the richer district

Crimson's gaze flickered around her nervously as they walked and she huddled closer to him.

He gently placed and arm around her. "I will protect you." He took off his cloak after a certain point and draped it around her hiding her. "There." He lead her to a large manor that spoke of wealth. It was tastefully decorated and looked strangely inviting compared to the other noble's homes. He lead her inside and she noticed the inside was just as inviting and comfortable. It was also warm and the warmth seemed to come from more than the heating, it seemed similar to the comfort she felt from him. "Be careful...mother will try to convince you to wed me. She is very kind but she is persistent on me marrying."

Crimson smiled bitterly, "You don't have to worry about that. No one would want her son married to a slave."

He stopped and looked at her carefully. "You are not a slave. "You are Lady Crimson and you come from a foreign country."

She stared into his eyes, her desire to be free fought against her fear until she bowed her head. "What country do I hail from?"

"What country do you wish to hail from?" He whispered

"You know more than myself." She said softly, and bit her lip nervously, trying not to kiss him again.

He gently kissed her and looked like he was thinking carefully. "Skanza."

"Skanza... I am from Skanza." Crimson whispered happily as she kissed him.

He kissed back

She pressed her body against his and hugged his neck

He held her close.

"Oh my...could my dear son have found a woman he loves?" Came a woman's voice. Lastov pulled back gently with a blush. "Mother...this is lady Crimson. My lady, this is my mother." His mother smiled. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Crimson blushed and smiled at his mother, "The pleasure is mine, M'lady." She said calmly and curtsied as she'd seen women do.

"Are you two hungry?"
"I am famished mother and I am sure Crimson would love your cooking." He said with a smile. She lead them to a dining room. "Please make yourself at home." She said to Crimson with a smile.

She smiled shyly, "Thank you very much." Crimson answered nervously and glanced back at him.

He smiled and held out a seat for her.

She gracefully sat down, and smiled up at him before looking around her.

He sat down across from her. The dining room spoke of wealth but once again it had a peaceful loving feel to it, it was as though she had come home and found a place she could be safe

Crimson relaxed, her eyes seemed to sparkle with happiness and she couldn't quite stop smiling, "Thank you." She said to Lastov and his mother, the words were saturated with gratitude and she smiled again.

They both smiled and the mother placed a plate with food in front of her and than her son. She retrieved a third plate for herself and sat down. "So, how long are you going to honor us with your presence?" The mother asked politely

Crimson's smile faltered for a moment before she answered with a grace that even surprised her. "I am uncertain at this moment. I am here because I have business with the king, but it is difficult to get everything ready." She said smoothly.

She smiled. "Stay as long as you wish...maybe you can even get my stubborn son to ask for your hand."

"Mother..."

She blushed looked down at her plate and hesitantly took a small bite.

The food was delicious and the best she ever had

She quickly took another bite and then another until, before she knew it, she'd finished the entire plate. She glanced up and blushed, horrified at her behavior.

They smiled at her. "I am glad you enjoyed it. Would you like some more?" The mother asked

Crimson shook her head shyly, "No thank you... I'm good."

She smiled. "Would you like desert?"

"What is desert?" She asked hesitantly and blushed again. "I'm sorry."

"chocolate truffle"

She shook her head, "No thank you." She said softly, to be honest, to her the name sounded disgusting and she was having a hard enough time sitting upright, to make things worse, blood had soaked through the bandages and was starting to drip from her arm to the floor.

Lastov looked at her in concern as his mother left the room. "Are you alright?"

"I think I need to rest for a little bit." She said softly as shadows drifted up her arm and bound themselves tightly over her to stop the bleeding.

He helped her up and showed her to a luxurious room. He gently lead her over to the bed and began to tend to her wound. "Does it hurt?" He asked in concern.

she shook her head softly, "Not really, it just feels weird... as if my strength is draining away." She chuckled softly, "It should get better soon."

He looked at her in concern. And rubbed a healing balm over the wound than re-wrapped it

She cuddled into his arms and closed her eyes and fell asleep. Her face was innocent but at the same time hinted at something wild within her as she slept. She stirred quietly and breathed his name as if she were uttering a prayer.

He held her gently and stroked her hair. "I will protect you love." He whispered as he gently kissed her forehead

As she slept her wounds healed and her hand unconsciously slipped into his shirt and rested over his heart.

He smiled a little and closed his eyes, back against the headboard. He continued to stroke her hair gently

He could feel her hand start to stroke his chest and when he looked down her eyes were open as she watched him. She grinned softly, "A little sleep goes a long way.."

He smiled. "I am glad." He held a strand of her hair and smelled it. "I love your hair. It is so soft and smells good. In fact..." He gently kissed her neck. "You smell good."

She smiled happily and nibbled carefully on his skin. "Good... because I think you smell just as good." She whispered as she nuzzled the base of his neck.

He smiled and held her close. "I am glad. I am also glad that I..." He was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Lastov...you should let her rest and it isn't proper for you to be in a lady's room...unless you intend to wed her." Lastov blushed. "Mother! I was making sure she is settled well..."

Crimson chuckled and pushed him away, 'Go" She laughed playfully, "Before you are stuck in a marriage to me."

He blushed and gently kissed her. "Would that be a bad thing?" he murmured than left quickly.

She blushed and stared after him. She waited for several moments and then stood up. Shadows rushed over her body and clothed her in black leather armor, she crossed the room to the nearest window and glanced out. She could see the palace in the distance and she chuckled, "I'll be back before morning... just a scouting trip." She whispered to herself as she opened the window. Just before she started to slip out she paused and waved her hand over her face, creating a mask so that she wouldn't be recognized... after all the last thing she wanted was to get the man she loved in trouble.

The house's grounds were silent and peaceful as she slipped out in the cool night air.

She quickly started to climb the roof but then paused as she glanced in a window and got sight of Lastov in his room. She blushed and grinned, remembering his kiss and then continued her climb.

She reached the roof and got a grand view of the city

She sighed in pleasure at the view and then smiled again when she pinpointed her destination. A group of soldiers was wandering the streets below... her eyes gleamed at the thought of a fight as she quickly slipped in their direction.

The guards were talking about a new shipment of slaves and didn't notice her

Crimson dropped to the ground behind them and then leapt into their midst. Her swords flashed as she quickly dispatched the nearest soldier.

The others began to attack her

She fought quickly and efficiently, enojying the feel of the blood splashing on her skin until there was only a few soldiers left. She panted in excitement as she held the men in her reptillian stare and came closer until she could stroke the closest man's cheek. "Run back to the palace... Tell your king that he is Hunted." She purred softly, never looking away or breaking the spell. She chuckled as her shadows rushed over her, hiding her while making it appear as if she'd vanished.

she felt a sting of pain as one of the guards got lucky and gashed her in the side.

She growled and lashed out, moving away in the same movement.

The guards that remained began to go on guard

She watched them, puzzled.


She was attacked from behind

She whirled around slashing with her sword and jumping back. She slowly circled the soldiers, and moaned softly as she suddenly felt thirsty.

She saw a young man standing in front of them, he was handsome and had silver hair and silver cat ears. "Naughty naughty."

She grinned playfully at him, "Aww... such a cute kitty." She said softly.

He smirked . "Thanks for the compliment but why are you attacking the guards?"

She became aware of another presence behind her.

She flinched away from the new presence, holding her swords ready, "I need to send a message to the king." Crimson answered smoothly, as her shadows crept around her so no one could surprise her from behind.

"And why is that? What message?" Came another man's voice from behind

"He is being Hunted." Crimson replied. Although she seemed relaxed, her breathing quickened and her eyes were hidden from view by her long hair as she moved away from the new voice and back up until she felt herself press up against a wall.

She saw another handsome young man he had black hair and red eyes. He was dressed in black leather armor with chains around the armor. His sword was out and it was apparent he was the one who had scored the hit on her based on the blood on his sword. 'By you?"

"I owe a debt." She said simply. She gritted her teeth against a surge of cold that swept over her, fighting the demon side of her and willing it back under control.

"It will be difficult and you will get yourself killed trying."

She shook her head stubbornly, 'So be it. I have to repay my debt."

"What debt?"

She growled, "That is none of your business." She was determined not to spill whom she considered to owe a "debt" too. Although Irving had sent her away, she had decided that to repay her debt to him for freeing her, she would kill the man who had hurt him.

"I am afraid we have an invested interest in preventing you from harming the king." They both rushed her swords flashing into their hands.

Crimson turned and used the wall as a sort of spring board, jumping over their heads and landing behind them. Her swords flashed out as she quickly knicked the man who'd cut her. Her eyes were dark and her shadows boiled around her as she succumbed to her bloodlust.

His eyes flashed red and he had a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he attacked her his sword slicing toward her in a deadly arc. She could feel her energy leaving her. The silver haired man stabbed at her even as the black haired one attacked her. "Silth is deadly with his sword you should give up now little girl." The silver haired man said.

"why would I do that?" She growled harshly. Her eyes searched for an escape route, as she avoided the blades and suddenly threw a dagger at Silth.

Silth caught the dagger mid flight and threw it back at her aiming for her arm. "Because we don't want to have to kill you."
"What is going on here?" Came Lastov's voice.
"Merely dealing with a woman who intends to kill the king." The Silver haired man replied not taking his eyes off of her.
Lastov came up and drew his sword. "I see...we can't have that. Did she confess to her intentions Kale?"
"She stated the king is hunted and she is returning a debt."
"Why do you hunt him and what debt do you return?" Lastov asked her. His eyes looked deadly and serious it was obvious he didn't realize it was her.

Crimson paled under her mask and felt a cold chill sweep through her as she felt betrayal sharp against her heart.
"I will not answer one who serves the king." She said bitterly as she glared at him.

He blinked his eyes widening momentarily. "I will take care of her."
Kale regarded him. "Very well. Come Silth."
"Yes master." Silth said as he and Kale walked away, soon it was just Crimson and Lastov. He walked toward her and grabbed one of her arms gently but firmly. He quickly pulled her down the street and into an abandoned house. "Crimson...what are you doing?"

She jerked her arm away from him, "Don't touch me." She hissed venomously as she back away from him. Her eyes were full of hurt as they watched him disbelieving.

He looked like she had slapped him. "Crimson..."He reached out for her and gently wrapped her in his arms. "Do you hate me than?"

She hit her fists on his chest, weakly as she shook her head, "How can you serve the king? How can you protect him, knowing how he is? Why can't I hate you..." She cried into his chest, the betrayal still felt strong in her chest, opening an empty hole where her heart was supposed to be.

He held her close. "Crimson...please...I serve him because I owe him a debt. He saved my father's life...without the king I wouldn't exist. I serve him because my title demands it but mainly because of my debt...and...he is my godfather..."

"I'm not supposed to love you." She whimpered softly, more trying to convince herself than anyone else. "I can't fight against you..." She whispered as she stared into his eyes.

His eyes looked so lonely and hurt. "So you hate me than...I love you...I thought you and I were alike but if you hate me...kill me..."

She carefully fingered the hilt if one of her daggers then reached up and kissed his lips. "I love you..." She said softly as she hugged his waist.

He kissed her and her close. "I love you...I don't want to be alone again."

"You won't be alone." She whispered as she kissed him back, pressing her body against his, desperate for comfort.

He held her close seeming to give comfort and gain comfort by being this close to her. "Let's go home...please."

"Ok..." She agreed softly, although she didn't let go of his waist.

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"Oh why do we even have to bother." Quinn protested loudly as she walked down the lavishly decorated halls of King Valarian's large manor house. "Why can't we just stay at home, or go to the market, I hear there are some simply divine clothing shops." She bounced a little and did a twirl around her dad causing the irritation in him to only heighten.

"Will you be quiet you little brat." Howe gave Quinn an intense glare, one which would usually silence anyone though Quinn of course knew he would never strike against her. Thus she continued her childish game of getting on his nerves, Howe caved in. "Look if it pleases you we can go to the marker after meeting with the King, we need to pay our respects, we are currently staying in his main domain after all and he has been nothing but a generous host." Howe grabbed Quinn by the arm and forced her to walk in line with him. "So behave."

"King Valarian is in his study if you wish to see him." Said one of the servants

"Fine." Mankar Howe regarded the servant with a cold attitude and walked towards the study, Quinn did a little wave and bounded after him, making as much noise as possible.
"So what's the King like?" She no doubt had all the girlish images of blond hair, blue eyes, charming smile and white armor. How wrong could she be?
Mankar Howe looked at his daughter. "He's the King." He knocked on the door to the study.

"Enter." Came a strong voice.

Howe walked in with that businessman air and grace, he bowed his head respectfully to the King of course and stood a fair distance away, he wasn't sure what customs they had here when addressing one of royalty. He looked to his side at Quinn who seemed to have suddenly become nervous and was now shifting behind him, using him like a shield. "It's a pleasure to meet you my King." Howe spoke. "I am Mankar Howe and this is my daughter Quinn." He shoved Quinn forward, the girl bowed in an odd manner.

He smirked in amusement. "What brings the two of you here today?"

"I was unsure of the customs you had, where we come from usually when someone appears in the main domain of a noble or royal they must first announce their presence." Howe spoke in a matter of fact way with the lord, keeping an eye on Quinn who was now walking around the room, eying everything up. "So, this was just a visit to get acquainted and explain my business, we intend to stay here for a few months until my business is complete then leave." He paused once again as there was a crash, he turned to see Quinn staring in horror as a suit of armor which had just fallen over. Howe looked ready to slap his daughter. "Erh sorry my King." Quinn spoke and bowed.

Valarian studied Quinn and sighed. "And what is your business?" He asked looking slightly annoyed. He wondered where Rice was.

"Just the transaction of general goods, nothing up to your standards I'm afraid." Howe watched as Quinn coyly walked away from the fallen decoration and back to his side.

Valarian rubbed his temples a little. "I see. I hope she intends to clean up that mess, I do not take kindly to my home being destroyed." He said as he eyes Quinn in annoyance. (You know you could have Rice show up soon)

"Quinn do as you are told." Howe snapped at his daughter who began to try and assemble the armor, the door to the study opened and Rice walked in. He paused, apparently not expecting the King to have visitors, and instantly backed off, like they might try and attack him.

"Rice. Please come in. This is Mankar and his....daughter...Quinn. They were just telling me of their business plans, perhaps you could show them some of your wears he may be intrigued with your research." He said with a smile.

Rice walked in, his eyes narrowed at the duo, he stopped by the King and gave them all scathing glares before turning towards Valarian, suddenly a complete look of affection and adoration on his face. "I doubt he will, besides, I'm better working alone." He shot them another look, Mankar cocked an eyebrow at the strange man.

"Suit yourself, well me and Quinn shall depart." He turned to look at Quinn who had somehow built the suit of armor back together, she then quickly moved away to her father and ducked behind him, tugging the back of his shirt gesturing she wanted to leave. NOW.

"I am sure we will meet again. And I warn you. While here you must obey my laws and I advise you keep that child on a leash. She may destroy something valuable."
He gently grabbed Rice and pulled him into his lap as he finished and waved his hand in dismissal as he gently kissed Rice ignoring the duo.

Mankar stiffened uncomfortable when the King grabbed the strange man, he dragged Quinn out who was struggling to see what had made her Dad so uneasy.
Rice grinned as he was embraced by Valarian, leaning into him and kissing him back.

He smiled. "I love you.''

Rice's face lit up, he hugged in close. "I...I love you too." He began to kiss the King's neck. "I'd do anything for you."

He smiled and trailed his hands gently down Rice's side. "Where have you been lately?"

"Just walking around." He purred into his ear and moved with the caressing.

He smiled. "Want to take this to the bedroom?"

Rice bit his lip and wrapped his arms around the Kings neck. "Of course."

He gently scooped him up and carried him into the bedroom laying him on the bed.

"What is this?"Came a male's voice, it sounded like the king's who turned to look toward the voice. "Ian...I thought you were out seeing to business..."

"No...interestingly enough I ran into your fiancee. Why didn't you tell me you planned to wed?"

Rice laid flat on the bed, arms by his head, he turned to look at the source of the noise and just stared, the voice sounded very familiar.

It looked like a mirror image of Valarian.

Valarian frowned as he looked at his double. "Ian...she isn't my fiancee, she is yours."

"WHAT?! I don't wish to marry her. I want to stay with you!" He strode over to Valarian and kissed him. "I don't want her..."

Valarian sighed.

Rice looked very confused now, he stared meekly as he saw what looked like Valarian kiss himself.

Valarian looked at Ian. "It is my wish you wed her...or do you not want me happy?"

Ian looked from him to Rice than back. "I do...but I want to be with you."

Valarian sighed. "We will talk about this later. I want some time with Rice...alone..."

Ian bowed but caste a glare at Rice as he left the room. Valarian sighed and sat down next to him pulling him close

Rice leant into his touch, kissing at the kings neck and nipping his collar bone.

He moaned softy and smiled at him. "Taking the initiatve love?"

"Does it please you." Rice's hand lowered themselves down his body, trailing his toned and strong chest.

He smiled. "Very much so."

Rice trailed his lips down the King, getting to the mans trousers and slowly undoing them, teasingly slow.

He smiled and gently twined his hands in Rice's hair

Rice slid the mans trousers down and began to massage him, playfully licking at the inside of his thigh.

He groaned in pleasure and began to play with Rice's ass gently probing it with a finger

Rice let out a pleasured moan and continued to satsify his Lord.

Valarian gently shoved a finger in and began to pleasure Rice

Rice let out a grunt as he did so, buckling into the man.

He kissed his neck. "Want me to continue?"

Rice nodded weakly, eyes closed, he breathed heavily.

He shoved in another finger and probed him while kissing his chest

Rice moaned louder and rocked his head back.

He rolled him onto his back and gently thrust in

Rice yelped as he did so, but it was out of pleasure, he buried his face into the pillow.

he thrust in and out planting kisses and nibbles on him on occasion.

Rice moaned louder and clutched the bed sheets for support, heat rushing over his body.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yes." Rice he panted out, his body shaking.

He thrust in deeper and gently teased one of his nipples with his fingertips

Rice's moans grew louder and his breath increased, he smiled as beads of sweat ran down his head.

He suckled his other nipple while still teasing the other and thrusting in and out

Rice yelped as he went in deeper, nearly at breaking point.

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Lucien grinned gingerly to himself as he began to sneak around the castle ground, the plan seemed perfect in his eyes. He would sneak in, steal something, sell it and then spend the money in the local tavern getting drunk. There HAD to be some semi-attractive people around here who would love a free drink, and some company. He snickered to himself as he envisioned a naive innocent young man just waiting to be bedded. "This plan is fool proof." Lucien did a dramatic forward roll behind a wall and ducked for cover, he saw an open window. "Perfection."

He felt a sword tap his shoulder. "Is it? You could have done without the dramatic roll." Came a melodic male's voice.

Lucien nearly fainted on the spot as he felt the sword tap his shoulder, he spun around flailing his arms up dramatically in a rather stupid and careless defensive stance. He stared at the man. "Oh oh, so you have seen though my plan, no worries, I shall have to adapt it." Lucien charged off out of the castle grounds.

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Upon entering the city Raizel scowled in distaste as humans scurried about the streets. He'd spent so long amongst demon kind that the thought of interacting with them disgusted him. He had his long hair tied back neatly and his whip coiled at his hip. He needed to find a human hungry for power, hungry for money.

Lucien came tumbling out of the alleyway close to Raizel, he threw himself into the air and did this sort of half forward roll, flicking on the ground and landing on his feet. "Huzzah Lucien ONE, guards ZERO." He high fives himself.

Raizel frowned, fingers tight about his whip, "And just who are you?" He questioned in mild distaste, perhaps this one could be of at least a little help in his search...

Lucien looked at Raizel, well looked up would be more specific considering his slight stature, he tilted his head, black hair flicked delicately, a cat like grin spread across his face. This guy was dreamy. "I'll be who ever you want me to be sweet heart." He said in a cheeky voice, biting his lip as he ounced over the mans body, not being subtle at all.

"A name is what I want," Raizel glanced away in frustration.

"Lucien." Lucien saluted, seemingly unaffected by the mans cold reaction to him.

Lucien felt a sting as a sleep dart penetrated his shoulder

Lucien jumped as something struck his shoulder. "What the?" He spun around, he yanked out the small object and rolled it in his hands, raising an eyebrow. "What's this." He got out the last word and then fainted on the spot, falling asleep and slamming on the ground with a flop.

Guards started to fill the area. "Are you with this man? They demanded of Raizel.

"He is a stranger to me," Raizel responded indifferently, "What has he done to require the lot of you to claim him?"

A green parakeet suddenly flew down and landed on top of Lucien's unconcious body, he flapped and peaked at his cheek, snatching strands of his hair and yanking to try and wake him up. The bird flew up in the air and transformed suddenly into a petite young woman. "No, but I am with him, he's my younger brother." Logan flipped her green hair and stood protectively over him. "If he's done something wrong you can deal with me, if he's broken something I'll pay, just name your price." She crossed her arms and smiled. "The names Logan by the way, now lets keep this pleasant."

The guards smirked. "He intruded onto the castle grounds intending to steal from the king."

A handsome man stepped forward Raizel felt as though he was not human. He had the feel of a pure blooded demon, and he carried himself like a noble. In fact he resembled the King of the demons slightly. He had long blackish red hair and red/gold eyes. "When I confronted him he ran." The man said with a voice of authority. "I am Lord Xanskar the king's personal adviser and a knight of the realm. Your brother intended to steal, he is a pathetic bandit but a nuisance that needs to be dealt with."

Logan swallowed hard when she realized the trouble he was in, however she kept her cool and bowed her head in in a respectful manner. "I humbly apologize for the trouble he has caused, truly." She kept her head bowed. "He is young and stupid, and yes as you said rather pathetic I'm afraid." She raised her head, a sad expression on her face. "I promise you he shall be punished, as his old sister he is my responsibility so the blame must fall on me."

"You would take his punishment? His crime demands the punishment of imprisonment as a slave...or death." There was no sympathy in his eyes just cold and raw power, there was also an almost sadistic gleam to his eye which betrayed his amusement and enjoyment.

Logan deflated a little. "D-death?" Her face hardened and she looked down. "But he didn't steal anything..." She looked at Lucien's fallen form, her face softened, she couldn't do it, she backed off. "If, if I let you take him without any hassle will you, will you promise me you won't kill me." She looked up, pleading in her eyes. "Please, I beg you?"

"If there is no struggle than I see no reason to kill. Even though he didn't steal he did enter the castle grounds without permission. His punishment will be smaller. He will serve as a slave for two weeks and it will go on his record that he was a slave and he will be branded a theif. Is that satisfactory?"

Logan nodded and bowed her head. "Yes thank you for being so understanding." She stepped back, giving Lucien a sorrowful look. She suddenly took off her necklace and quickly put it around his neck. "It's just a token, hopefully he'll understand." She then backed off to allow Lucien to be taken away.

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Lucien was secured in a cell and Xanskar kicked him in the ribs to wake him.

Lucien made an 'urgh' noise and rolled over as he was kicked, the chains around his wrists and ankles making it difficult. "Logan go away." He seemed to be under the impression he was back at his camp, when his cheek hit the stone floor the cold awoke him. "Huh what?"

Morning slave." Xanskar said his handsome face sporting an amused smile. He picked up a red hot poker that had the word 'THIEF' on it and started to walk toward him. "This may hurt a little."

"What...fuck off are you gonna ruin my perfect body." Lucien jumped up and tried to move, getting tangled in the chains. He dodged to the side with good speed to avoid the poker, eyes narrowed. "Sorry handsome but you aren't going to ruin THIS." He gestured to his face, though there was fear in his eyes.

Xanskar smirked. "Your sister gave us permission and it is your fault for getting caught."

"ERh but, it be even more of a crime." Lucien stamped his foot on the floor, suddenly a thought rushed through his head, he moved forwards, making sure to keep his eyes on the burning rod. "Surely, there is something I can do for you, in return for not harming my milky skin." He purred.

Xanskar laughed. "You are perhaps the most pathetic man I have ever seen. Are you sure you weren't adopted or perhaps you were dropped on your head? It is a pitty your sister is a girl otherwise I may have had a go at her.But you...I don't go for the dumb ones. I can brand you on the arm if you don't want the face branded." He said as he grabbed his arm

Lucien's mouth dropped as he was pretty much put in his place. He shook all over and looked ready to leap at the man, had it not been for the chains. "YOU..marching around like your Miss Thang." He sassy snapped his fingers and crossed his arms, throwing his head into the air. "If it weren't for these chains I could take you, you had to knock me out to take me in, so whos' pathetic huh?" He waggled a finger. "Smart arse."

He smirked and branded his arm with the poker the pain was excruciating. "So you think you can take me?" He smirked and undid the chains. "Lets fight than."

Lucien screamed in agony as the brand hit his arm, he recoiled back slamming a hand on the simmering and burning flesh. His eyes were wide, tears forming in the center due to the pain, he hissed and suddenly lept at Xanskar like a rabid animal. Aiming to grab the man around the throat and strangle him.

Xanskar smirked and grabbed him by the throat. "So unpleasant..." He threw him back against the wall and stood watching him. "What's wrong? I thought you said you can take me. Hell I will even make you a deal if you can take me I will let you go, I will also allow you to have sex with me if you can take me."

"I 'aint no bar room brawler sweet heart." Lucien stood up even though his legs ached, and his arm stung and throbbed. "Hand me a gun and I'll shoot you right between the eyes." He coughed and held his side, feeling a cracked rib, he spat out some blood and then wiped the remainder from his face. "You don't scare me."

Xanskar smirked. "Guns are for cowards. Anyone can shoot a gun but it takes skill and practice to wield a sword." He spoke as though adressing a naughty child that was throwing a tantrum. "You should sit down I will call someone in to take care of your rib." He said as he walked over to him and pushed him down than re secured the chains. "it is no fun to fight if you are injured, it takes away from the challenge, although with you I see little in the way of a challenge." He said as he stood. He called in a healer who began to heal him.

Xanskar watched looking bored.

Lucien watched Xanskar as he was healed, he felt his ribs began to mend them selves and any other injuries were knitting up, except his arm, which burnt. His eyes were narrowed and dangerous, he thought of Logan, he had to get out. "I don't need to use a sword, you think guns are easy, let's see how to fair against me then, you have you sword, I'll have my gun." He smirked.

He smirked. "You are a fool. I wonder how it is your sister seems so intiligent and yet you are so foolish. You would do well to listen to her." He went over to a box and opened it. He held one of Lucien's guns in his hands and turned it over as he inspected it. "Truly the weapon of a savage. It is sad they were ever made. It used to be your abilities were measured by skill, and than they create these, true they have better accuracy and range than a bow, but atleast a bow allowed for the opponent to have a sporting chance. Guns are destructive, loud, and cowardly." He seemed to speak almost to himself as he turned the gun in his hands. "Perhaps I should teach you how to fight like a civilized man."

Lucien looked annoyed as he touched his guns. "Destruction is good, especially when someone else is getting it in the face." He sounded almost malicious. "And I don't care for being called a coward, I'm still alive and that's all that matters, and as for Logan, shes a fucking traitor." In his mind she had abandoned him. "Calling me her brother, what bollocks, she left me to rot." Just like everyone else. A voice whispered in his head.

Xanskar looked at the guns and there was a flicker of emotion in his eyes, it was gone so quickly Lucien could have sworn it wasn't there. He mumbled something incoherent and replaced the gun in the box. He finall turned to face him his face impassive. "You are a whiny brat. It is thanks to her you weren't executed. You will be serving as slave four two weeks and than you will have your freedom but if you are caught again the punishment will be more severe. Do you understand?"

"Slave, I'm not built for..labour." Lucien looked gutted as he heard the verdict, but the latter option was less desirable. "But, I'm not exactly too keen on knocking on deaths door so..fine." He turned away, averting eye contact and pouting. "And I'm not a brat..I'm 24 I'll have you know."

"I am younger than you and yet more mature, if you don't wish to be called a brat than act your age. I think I will try to make you less dumb. You will be my slave during that time frame. "

"I'm not dumb, I can read...sort of....small words." Lucien stumbled over his words and blushed furiously as he was embarrassed, he glared down at the floor, angry at being in this situation. He ran a hand through his hair, pausing at the scar that traveled from his temple to his eyebrow, his eyes narrowed and he dropped it. "Whatever, fine."

He smirked and unchained his ankles than lead him from the room. He lead him into some luxurious apartments and closed the door after them. "Are you hungry?"

"No." Lucien crossed his arms defiantly, he looked down at his clothes that were caked in dust and grim. "Can I at least sort myself out, I look like a tramp." He did a twirl, horror on his face.

He smirked. "Sure." He went over to a wardrobe and took out some very expensive looking garments. "Follow me." He lead him into a luxurious bathroom and ran a bath for him. "Get undressed and get in.''

Lucien didn't have to be told twice, the second he saw the warm water he all but shed his clothes and got in, smiling and purring at the hotness of the water. The bath tub was huge, he spread his legs out and wiggled his toes, a satisfied smile on his face.

Xankar smirked and dipped his fingers into the tub. The water turned icy cold

"AHH." Lucien jumped out of the bath quicker than a whippet, landing on the ground, he glared up at the man, not caring he was stark naked. He glared. "That was mean."

He smirked in amusement. "It was fun. He waved a hand and the water began to steam again. Xanskar's eyes roved over his body and his smile widened. "Even though you are a brat, you're body isn't half bad looking."

Lucien suddenly covered himself and got back into the water, he bushed furiously but kept a look of control. "Don't be silly, of course my body is good looking." He stumbled over his words.

"Oh how 'modest' you are."He said with a smirk of amusement. He sat the clothes down and left the room. (you forgot above)

Lucien let out a sigh of relief as he was left alone to bathe.

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