Strewn Dark
Rated:
R-NC-17
Category: A/U - Rath/Vilandra
Disclaimer: The story contains violence... I urge you not to try it at
home, oh yeah. I don't own Roswell..
Summary: Vilandra's feelings begin to stir for someone...in
particular. Just read the fic.
Author: -:- Monika
-:-
The
loud pleasurable party, being held in the dinning room made Vilandra's crimson
lips smack together with a smirk. It was so light and jocular. The noble
throughout Antar had come to celebrate the official crowning of the King's new
bride as Queen Ava. She was the fairest maiden in Antar. Yet being a child
bride she had dreamed of the day that a handsome prince would ask for her hand.
Soft tapping of glass slippers were heard, just a few moments before she
retired herself from the grand
dinning table. Her rosy cheeks were flushed as she felt as if her eyelids were
to flutter down at any given
moment. She had raised a thin brow as a solider had so quickly volunteered
to escort the beautiful princess up the numerous flights of stairs to her
private chambers. She gave an innocent honey brown glance towards her brother,
King Zan before thanking the solider for breaching the oak doors for her.
Many honorable guests were seated at tonight’s banquet including Antarian
nobles, intellectuals, and Antar's high esteemed General Rath. General
Rath was a rather fine built male. Tall, with deep chestnut brown hair, with
striking light gray eyes that suddenly glowed dark when he was angered.. His
wide shoulders seemed fit with his clad muscular arms; He indeed was a
"fine breed". Zan trusted the masculine General with his life. Over
the years, their collaboration had turned into a great companionship.
The feeling was mutual.
Vilandra kept her gaze down on the cold stone steps her glass slippers were
climbing, and quickly glanced over towards the stocky solider, whom was holding
the wax candle as their only source of light at the moment. The servants had in
all probability overlooked to light the torches that hung on the stonewalls of
the palace... or were ordered not to seeing that everyone would be downstairs at
the banquet. The thickset solider grinned at the divine princess and bowed his
head as she stepped up on the last step of the stairway. He led her half way
down the dark Royal corridor and paused outside her chamber door. His dark brown
gaze lingered to her hand as he gently leaned forward and sloppily kissed it.
Vilandra's thin brows furrowed as he leaned over,.. even more so as her honey
brown eyes widen as he kissed her hand. She quickly jerked it away, giving him a
puzzling look. What on Antar is he doing...? she thought. His
cheery facial expressions quickly disappeared as a flash of anger surged through
his body. How rude...! He thought and shook his head. He was sick of
this.. sick of being a common solider. Sick of everything. He took a quick
stride towards her as masculine hands cupped around her neck, forcefully being
pushed against the cold stonewall. Her eyes widen at his sudden action, quickly
bringing her soft hands to her neck trying to pry from his tight grasp.
Her breathing was ragged; She was struggling. The stocky solider…obviously had
other plans. He was quickly picking at the back of her gown trying to unclasp
hooks and open buttons. The sudden sound of a long tear, made his thin lips
smirk at the struggling princess. Her dress was torn, but Vilandra kept on
trying to pry his short fat fingers off her neck, everyway possible. It was very
strange that he to be double jointed,.. the twists and pulls of his
fingers didn't bother him at all. - " Stop squirming and be a good
whore! " -
He breathed out trying to push her to the marble floor. He quickly succeeded but
was surprised from her sudden lash out of her arm trying to strike him as
a muffled cry escaped her lips. He held her down even tighter, raising a strong
arm, as a hard slap was heard down from the other end of the hallway.
General Rath slowly climbed up the stone steps to the Royal Corridor. Zan had
given him the right to live in the palace...knowing there was no reason to be
living far away if he spent all his time on these royal grounds. He froze,
hearing a faint muffled cry. His eyes dilated as he squinted from the stairway.
A candle was lying on the floor..than suddenly hearing a loud slap.
He quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and paused as he entered the Royal
Corridor. There was some sort of a struggle going on...He knew how he had to
react no matter the cost. Brawls were not permitted in the Royal palace anyway.
He took quick, but quite strides towards the dark shadows. As he got closer the
sound of material being torn, the short gasps of air, and small whimpers were
heard. His eyes widen. It was Vilandra....it was Vil.....
His eyes, strewn that deep haunting gray. He ran as fast as he could and
jumped on the stocky solider...
{Formally known as Nikolas} making him roll away from the princess. Loud gasps
of air were heard for her, as she quickly fumbled around for clothing to cover
herself. What seemed to her like eternity really happened for only a few
minutes... if any longer than that, she would have been killed. The General had
great timing, Nikolas had barely managed to harm her. General Rath picked up the
solider up by his shirt and slammed his head down into the marble floor several
feet away from Vilandra. He quickly stood up, pulling the solider up by the
collar of his shirt, and slamming it against the wall like he had done to the
princess moments before. Rath began to loudly shout at him, releasing his sudden
build up of anger. He blood was boiling...his eyes were still as dark as night.
He was known to be a fierce warrior on the battle field, and very aggressive
towards his enemies.
One
of his flaws would be his great lack of mercy. Slowly he lifted the solider
higher... and higher up against the wall until the whites of his eyes
had shown after a quick snap of his neck. Rath let go of the body and took a
step back, watching it slump on the floor. He gulped, slowly turning around to
look at the terrified princess. Dark eyes remained to flicker as he quickly
collected himself and slowly approached her and bent down.
Pear shaped droplets of salt began to well up on the side of her honey brown
eyes. He had killed him...
and how weak, and vulnerable she looked! Princess Vilandra never showed her true
feelings to anyone. She always thought they would use it against her... and say
that she was to weak to rule one day. She took a deep ragged breath as her chin
tilted down to gaze at the marble floor. Her soft hands slowly rose to wipe a
dripping tear that lingered on to her swollen crimson lips. General Rath shifted
his weight, and kneeled on one knee, feeling more comfortable as he slowly over
at the terrified princess.
- " Are you well, milady? Please...there is no need to weep, for you are
safe now. " - Compassionate gray orbs gazed back her her. It was all over
now. She had no reason to cry, she would be safe...even though she didn't feel
like it. He frowned a bit, and slowly raised his hand towards Vilandra, causing
her to flinch a bit. His large rough hand slowly caressed her soft tear stained
cheeks, He wasn't an expert at comforting anyone...particularly a women.
Stains of mascara dripped down her face. She was so embarrassed...she was
sitting there crying. She had not even cried at her father's funeral. She
flinched seeing him raise his hand before, which was followed by a soft sigh
escaping her lips as he comforted her. Rath had always seemed very intimidating
to her. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sit there in her torn
garments to less, weeping. A few moments had passed before General Rath had
hesitated but continued to lean in to embrace her gently. She had never been
hugged. You would assume her long gone parents... or even her brother showed
a tiny bit of care by a simple embrace. She accepted his hold rather quickly,
digging her head to lie upon his dark velvet cloak that covered his shoulder.
He had helped her stand, and escorted her to her private chambers. She quickly
paced, with her amber colored robe lying on her smooth shoulders. A deep breath
was taken from her sweet lips as she casted a worried glance toward Rath. She
knew what he was thinking. As soon as Zan came up stairs to retire for the
evening...they had to notify him on what had happened. They both froze as they
heard heavy footsteps followed by giggles and Zan's laughter.
Warm chills ran down her wet smooth body as she laid in the bathing tub, with
her head back, eyes closed. She never wanted to get out. It felt so warm…so
safe. Almost like her first embrace.
She wasn’t told why she had to get all dressed up, or what the Royal Assembly
was about. Although she knew it wasn’t about her attack. Zan had promised to
keep it a secret…make it not know that the strong willed princess had a moment
of vulnerability. She licked her wet crimson lips as she heard a soft knock on
her door, followed by the voice of her maidservant Lillian telling her it was
time to get ready.
She held her breath as she stood next to her brother’s throne, looking into
the crowds of Antarian nobles and soldiers. She loathed assemblies. She felt as
if all eyes were on her, and not on Ava who was sitting beside Zan in her own
throne. A slight smile spread upon her sweet lips as she caught a glance of
General Rath standing in the front row. Her thought lingered as she began to
lick her lips, but was quickly interrupted by that oh-so irritating trumpet
blast. She sucked in her breath and waited for something to happen.
Zan took a deep breath and lifted his strong chin, leaning his palms against the
armrest of his throne to push himself up. With a loud, deep masculine voice he
welcomed and thanked the audience for coming in such short notice. He stated
that the announcement was brief, but very important. – “ General Rath…
would you please step forward. ”- Vilandra furrowed a thin eyebrow as she
watched General Rath looked take a step forward with quite the confusion on his
face. – “You have proven yourself worthy…in many cases to be a fine leader
and Antarian. Therefore…I beseech thee, that thou accept my offer as Second in
Command to the throne. ”- The crowded room was in silence. Vilandra’s heart
thumped an irregular beat. Second-in -Command. That would mean General Rath
would be leader of Antar if anything happened to him. Rath’s eyes widen. He
was sure he didn’t deserve such a great and powerful honor. He furrowed a
brow, but quickly nodded, lifting a chin to gaze at the King. – “ I
gratefully accept, your highness. ”- The crowded room had once again become
bustling and noisy as cheers of congratulations and surprise lingered about. Zan
quickly grinned as he took a step forward and
shook Rath’s hand. He knew he was making a wise decision. It would be for the
best. They also quickly embraced, both grinning at each other. He nodded towards
the King before he took slow steps towards the sitting queen and bowed his head,
slowly extending a hand so that Ava’s small but soft fingers laid in his. He
slowly bent down at the waist and gently kissed them. Smiling to her as he stood
up. He turned and began to slowly walk over towards Vilandra. His heart was
pounding. She was gorgeous…she felt so lovely in his arms… so real, unlike
her princess personality. He was grinning by the time he stood in front of her.
He slowly bowed, watching her curtsy out of the corner of his eye. He quickly
took her hand, and gazed up at her before slowly kissing the smooth skin. She
smelled like wild cherries. He paused a moment, and stood up straight letting
his fingers entwine with her own for a few seconds, than turning around to the
friendly embraces of Zan whom was talking to the wealthiest noble in Antar. Long
eyelashes fluttered down, and slowly back up once more. That was amazing…she
wanted more.
- +
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The candle began to flicker as Vilandra slowly closed those heavy oak doors be
hide her. She quietly took slow, cautious strides down the Royal Corridor, her
heavy maroon colored robe dragging against the marble. She froze, wondering if
the guards sitting on the floor would say something or call attention to her.
She smirked a bit as she heard a small snooze form the sleeping soldiers. She
bit on her bottom lip as she stood in front of another set of heavy Oak doors.
She leaned her soft cheek up against the cool wood, and softly knocked,
wondering if they were asleep or not. A groggy, masculine voice called within to
enter… not brothering to question, who would be knocking at such a late hour.
Maybe it had some importance. Well… you can say that.
Vilandra took a deep breath before slowly turning that golden knob, and pushing
it a bit open, sticking her head into his chambers holding her robe tight around
herself as she search for him. Rath ran long thin fingers through his disheveled
hair as he pulled white satin sheets over his lap. He wondered if something had
happened. He closely watched as his door cracked open. His dry lips cracked into
a wide smirk as he saw the graceful beautiful blush…seeing him half dressed.
Vilandra quickly shut her eyes, and turned her back towards him as he apologized
to her. He softly told her it was all right for her to come in, once again
running his fingers through his hair. She forced a slight smile and she slowly
walking in, tightly grasping her robe together.
He
cleared his throat and took a step closer to her. –“ Is
something…wrong, My Lady? Has something happened? ”- Those light
gray eyes couldn’t help glance at her sweet beckoning lips. Casually nibbling
on her bottom tier of lush lip she shook her head. – “ Excuse me…General,
for disturbing you so late. I…wanted to congratulate you for your
“promotion”. ” – Her cheeks couldn’t help but flush as she realize he
wasn’t exactly focusing all his attention on her eyes. – “ Well, that’s
very kind of you… my lady. ” – Vilandra quickly interrupted him before he
could continue. – “ And I also wanted to thank you. For being so
compassionate to me. I know that I haven’t been the best…. anything,
and…”- General Rath shook his head quickly, stepping forward to place his
finger on her lips. – “ Milady… please. Don’t speak of such nonsense.
” – Her eyelashes automatically fluttered down at the tingle of his
touch. She stood there, breathing softly, feeling her heart thump irregular
beats. Rath smacked his lips together softly making his finger trail along her
luscious lips. He reached to touch her hair, noting that the silky strands
seemed to cling to his callused fingers. So soft…He watched her lips part and
her breathing quicken. He found himself unable to tear his gaze away from those
sweet crimson lips. His head spun. He knew what he wanted to do. To kiss a
royal…to touch a royal… in a non-formal way would mean…
He could never in his life recall wanting to kiss anyone as badly as he did
Vilandra in this moment. He watched as she licked her own luscious lips and
slowly leaned her thin form against his muscular body. She found a bit of warm
in his shoulder as her soft cheek rubbed against his velvet shirt. Rath
hesitated but slowly raised a strong arm and massaged the back of her maroon
robe. He could feel the chills running down her body. Why was she so cold?
Vilandra picked up her small chin just so that the smooth skin of her forehead
touched his cheek. For a brief instant, Vilandra became very still, her heart
thudding in her chest, which felt too tight to breathe…And than she pressed
her mouth to Rath’s, as her hand softly caressed his cheek with her
fingertips. She felt the strength and suppleness of those lips on her with a
sense of disbelief, but also a heady rush of some strange longing. It made her
heart race and her blood quicken in her veins. She wanted to be closer to him,
as she pressed herself closely to him, still having a tight grasp on her maroon
robe. His lips parted and she felt her own suit, felt the hot inner dampness of
his mouth. Vilandra’s abdomen turned and her fingers on her free hand
tightened on his velvet shirt. Rath went on kissing her, nibbling tasting,
exploring her lips and mouth. But, far from confusing her, this only served to
make Vilandra certain she wanted more, that the ache growing in her could only
be assuaged by closer and closer contact with his man, and this man only.
Rath was overwhelmed by her open and sensual responses to him, driven to have
more of her passion. He suddenly took his hot mouth from hers and held her
slightly away from him, gazing into her honey brown eyes. Exchange of words was
not needed as she gazed back at those warm light gray eyes. He took slow strides
towards his bed, and sat down, then pulling her square across his lap.
Immediately his lips came back to hers. But only for a moment before they left
her mouth to trace a trail of heat across her jaw and down the tender flesh to
the base of her throat. Vilandra’s head flung back with her eyes tightly shut.
His head rested on the back of her robe as he pulled her closer towards his
masculine body and softly whispered in her ear. –“Pray, why do you keep your
heavy robe tightly wrapped around your beauty, Vilandra? There is no need to
cover yourself so fully.”- A slight smirk traced along his lips. She could
only return his smirk as her free hand caressed his clean-shaven cheek. Her
fingers slowly loosened the grip of the strings holding her maroon robe so
tightly together. The unraveled in front of Rath’s eyes and slowly began to
slip off her bare shoulders. She watched his gaze as her only layer of clothing
had slipped off her smooth skin. Rath smirked and blushed, rubbing one hand over
his eye. She had been like that the whole time. She never intended just to
congratulate him, or she did. In her own way. A little laugh escaped her lips
seeing the rough General blush at the site of her.
Her full lips brushed against his ear as she leaned her whole body on him and
whispered back. – “ One might be surprised that a lady, made the great
General blush. ” – She teased just before lowering her chin to kiss his
earlobe. His hand rough hand reached up to cup her heavy breast in his free
hand. His eyes closed as he felt her nipple harden against his palm, as she
planted kisses on his neck. He groaned again, his arms encircled her more
closely and she reveled in the feel of her own body as it awakened wherever he
touched her. She was aware of her own softness, the curves of her breasts, hips,
her thighs, in contrast to the hardness and strength of his body. A soft moan of
longing escaped her and her fingers slipped into the dark hair at his nape,
holding him more fully to her mouth as his hands continued to glide over her,
molding each curve. Vilandra’s questing fingers slid down, across his chest.
The muscles tightened distractingly at the sheer powerful maleness of him. Rath
bit his lip as softly grabbed her waist, and laid her back on the bed and kissed
her deeply.
Her fingers twined into the hair at the base if his neck, pulling him more
closely against her. His groan of pleasure only served in to increase the
sensations inside her, creating a sweet ache in her lower belly, spreading down
to pool at the joining of her thighs. She had never felt so ,so… very…Her
hips arched as if her body understood far more of what was happening than she
did. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached out to his and
caressed his chest Rath felt himself harden even more at her touch, at her
nearness. There was something about his woman, her soft warm woman scent, and
the velvet of her skin that caused his pulse to pound with a dizzying beat. She
was so delicate, yet so perfectly formed. He dipped his head to her breast and
she reared up beneath him, holding to her tightly. A low sensuous moan left her
lips. The sound made the fine hairs on her body stand to attention, leaving a
delicious tingling along her flesh. Barely audible, she moaned his name in his
ear. He heard her need and felt an answering desire inside himself. Slowly he
leaned up on his elbow, his hands unexpectedly unsteady as he gently slipped his
other hand down her belly, for a moment enjoying the rousing quivering of that
flat plane beneath his hand, before dipping lower. His fingers found her and he
swallowed hard at finding her so damp, so eager for him. A fierce, driving need
such as he had never experienced coursed through him…Again, softly whispering
her own name into her ear. His mouth came back to her and she leaned up, meeting
him without restraint, her mouth hot and wet with longing. When he eased her
back on to the white satin sheets he placed his hand on her thigh, Vilandra
opened to him without hesitation and his manhood throbbed in response. He closed
his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself, but when she gasped his name once
more, he knew he could wait no more.
Without breaking the contact of their mouths, he moved over her, sliding between
her silken thighs, and found her. As he hesitated at the barrier of her
maidenhood, she rose up beneath him and it was breached. She gasped, as he did,
his mouth leaving hers as he held himself immobile by gathering shreds of
self-denial that he had not know he possessed. Hoarsely he whispered, -“ Pray,
forgive me, I did not mean to cause you pain.”- Vilandra could not deny that
it did not hurt, yet the ache that had been growing in her from the first time
he’d kissed her was far more compelling a master than any mere physical pain
could ever be. She whimpered in frustration, her body tightening on him
convulsively. – “ Please…go on.”- For a brief instant General Rath
became very still, and then ever so slowly, he began to move inside her and
Vilandra sighed with relief. But that relief was short-lived, for as he moved,
she seemed to draw the same instinctual rhythm from her own body and the ache
began to grow more pronounced.
She gasped and found her hands reaching out to hold his lean hips of their own
accord. And when she did not believe there could be any more ecstasy in all
creation, she arched as a burst of pleasure rolled over her. It was so intense
the world disappeared and she cried out in inarticulate joy. Rath was aware of
her release and the sheer intensity of it, in spite of his own building need. He
held her, reveling in her abandon, when she cried out and arched beneath him.
Only than did he give in to his own passion, which, now that he had given it
free rein, quickly grew to a fierce white point of unutterable pleasure. –“
Vilandra! ”- Her name escaped him without conscious thought. As he stiffened
and arched against her, Vilandra felt her own body press against him as his seed
shout into her core. Her mouth opened, feeling the hotness in her. It was awing,
that this strong, deeply private man had been moved beyond his accustomed
control of himself because of her. His eyes gazed down at her body. He sighed
and slowly rolled away from her to lie on his back in the soft bed. Vilandra
took a long, deep breath. Only as the feelings ebbed did she begin to feel a
sense of self-consciousness, wiggling on the white satin sheets as she inched
away from him. Rath quickly frowned, and reached out to her. She froze, and
turned so that she was gazing back at him. His fingers slid around the curve of
her waist as he pulled her towards him. She closed her eyes and comfortable
positioned herself in his arms.
A sharp outline of his jaw was taken as he paced in his Chambers. Ava scrunched
her nose and slowly opened her eyes seeing her husband’s worry. She cleared
her throat before speaking. – “ Pray you, husband. What’s troubling you
so? ” – She shifted her weight on the white satin sheets, and clung to the
fabric that covered her breasts as she sat up. Zan’s beautiful hazel eyes were
flashing a dark almond. –“Vilandra seems to be missing. Her bed was never
slept in…she would never leave without informing anyone.” – He rubbed his
eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Ava softly shook her head as blond
curls bounced off her cheeks. She slowly wiggled her way towards him, grasping
the sheet to cover her naked body. She sat be hide him and whispered comforting
words as her hand gently massaged his masculine shoulder.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and sighed before speaking. –“ I
know…just what happened to her last week. What if she’s…” – Ava
quickly interrupted his thought. – “ Ssshh. ” – She softly whispered
kissing the back of his neck. He couldn’t help but smirk, as he turned around
to face her, picking her up by her small waist on to his lap. He slowly covered
her with the sheets she had pulled with herself. He leaned in and rested his
forehead against her own, pausing a moment before gently kissing her pink lips.
– “ I have to find her…”- Warmer brown eyes gazed at her before placing
her off his lap, and slowly standing to walk towards the Oak doors, turning the
golden knob and taking a step outside without even glancing back. Ava sighed,
crawling up the bed, gently laying her head on the down pillow.
Zan ran his rough fingers through his raven hair as he took quick strides down
the hall towards the guards on duty. He furrowed a brow and told them to tell
him where Vilandra had gone, the night before. They both held their breath, not
even noticing that the princess had left her chambers, tilting their chins down
to gaze at the marble floor. Zan let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his face.
– “ The next time your on duty…stay AWAKE. ”- He raised his voice
slightly, glancing at them and than quickly turning away to another solider who
whispered into the King’s ear. – “ You haven’t checked in Rath’s
chambers? Why on Earth would Vilandra be in there? ”- His brows raised as he
listened to the hopeful solider. – “ Than I will do it. I don’t see why
you would think Rath would be angry with you…”- He shook his head as he
approached Rath’s chambers and softly knocked. He waited there… and heard no
answer. He called Rath’s name… and still no answer. He slowly turned the
golden doorknob, and cracked open the door stepping inside. Zan’s eyes widen.
There laying on Rath’s bed laid his beloved sister tangled in Rath’s legs,
with her head on his shoulder…both sound asleep and nude. He clenched his jaw,
as his blood began to boil. He quickly turned and slammed the Oak doors shut
with a strong masculine arm, making it echo through the palace.
Rath’s eyes quickly opened, his facial expressions stammering as he rubbed his
face. He yawned and started to sit up and he paused, seeing the Zan standing in
front of the doorway, his eyes black as the raven on his head. Rath’s jaw
dropped, and deeply swallowed as his heart thumped an irregular beat.
–“ Your highness…I…”- The rustling of the white satin sheets were
heard as Vilandra snuggled against him, as her hand caressed his cheek, still
with her eyes closed. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.
–“ Rath…I told you not to call me that. It’s just Vila…”- Zan
quickly interrupted her as he finished her name. – “ Vilandra. ” – She
furrowed a brow, as her eyes struggled to slowly open, peering over towards the
door. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he saw Zan and his anger peering out
through his eyes. She quickly sat up and held the sheet against her. – “
Collect yourself and leave me to speak with the General. “ – He coldly and
stated almost glaring at her. – “ NO. Zanith…Don’t harm him. ”
– She raised her voice towards him returning his glare. Zan quickly rolled his
eyes, and sharply spoke. – “ DO NOT toy with me, Vilandra. Now do as
I say. ” - Rath took a deep breath. He did not want Vilandra arguing with Zan
over
him. – “ Vilandra…” - Vilandra’s cheeks flushed with sudden anger. –
“ NO. I’m not going anywhere. You treat me as if I were a child…
incapable of making my own decisions.”- Her own honey brown gaze turned a deep
shade of russet. Zan scoffed at her response. – “ Have we forgotten that I
am your brother… your guardian and ALSO the King? For the last time, YOU
DO as I say or I will drag you out myself and throw you into the corridor,
flesh exposed and all.”- Vilandra sarcastically smirked. – “ Do as
you wish…brother. For I am not shifting from this bed.”- Zan’s eyes
flashed another shade of ebony as he took quick strides towards the bed. Rath
quickly grabbed the sheet around his waist and hopped over Vilandra landing in
front of Zan as he jumped off the bed. –“ Your highness… please. This is
being blown out of proportion.”- Rath cleared his throat, after gently
speaking to him. His duty as a General had certain obligations. He had to obey
strict orders that the King had commanded. It was in his blood. Once he had
received the Military symbol on his chest…it was in him. Zan once again
clenched his strong jaw and raised his hand just a bit, making Rath fly towards
the opposite end of the room with his powers. Vilandra’s heart thumped as she
tightened the grasp on the satin sheet covering her curvy body. She eyes turned
her own shade of Ebony as he approached her. Zan had forgotten he gave her the
authority to use her powers anything, after her attack. Just before he reached
down to grab her arm, Vilandra quickly stuck her arm out and gave out the lime
green force field, enabling him to come near her. – “ VILANDRA! ”-
He shouted glaring at her through the force field, with quick flashes of anger
in his eyes. She smacked her lips together and spoke in a normal tone of voice.
– “ You may be the King…but you aren’t my King. Leave us, Zan. Just
go…”- His hands trembled with anger. She was using her powers… the ones
that he gave her against him. She was straight forward disobeying him. He
clenched his jaw and turned towards the door. Just before reaching the door, he
quickly turned toward Rath and grabbed him by the throat, raising him higher…
and higher… Vilandra’s eyes widen as she quickly jumped out of the bed, her
white satin sheet tangled around her body as she ran towards her brother. She
had to think quickly… or Zan was going to kill him. There was no way he was
bluffing either. She had to make a quick decision, one that would please him and
maybe change his mind. She quickly dropped to her knees, closing her eyes
tightly as pear shaped droplets of salt spilled down her face. She grabbed on to
his leg and begged him to stop. – “ PLEASE Zan! Please…please…I’m
sorry! … Please… Zan stop… please.”- She choked out as fresh tears
continued to spill over her eyelids. She could hear Rath gasping for air. With
his jaw tightly clenched Zan squeezed Rath’s neck, and suddenly opening his
palm, letting Rath drop to the floor with a loud thump. He shook Vilandra’s
arms off his leg and exited the room.
Loud
ragged breaths drummed in Rath’s throat. Vilandra’s facial expressions
twisted as she continued to sob, crawling over towards him, grasping his hands,
bringing her lips to them kissing him. – “ I’m sorry… so
sorry…please… I didn’t know he would hurt you.. I…I” – She stammered
as sobbed. Rath sucked in another deep breath as he pulled his hands away from
her to push himself to sit up. He reached out for her and cradled her in his
arms. – “ Sssh. I know you are. It’s fine.”-
His blood was still boiling his aura was peeking through. Testosterone…
perhaps? He had so much control he learned how to hide his emotions from
others…but it seemed he was going out of control…haywire. Why had he gotten
so angry? Jealously… among other things. Maidservants holding trays of fine
porcelain froze seeing the enraged King. They all ran up against the wall, so
not to get in his way. As he quickly passed them, out of nowhere the porcelain
pieces shattered due to the lack of control of his powers. One girl shrieked as
pieces of porcelain dug and scratched into her face. He’s eyes widen as he
quickly turned around and ran to the girl. She covered her face, as her hands
began to tremble seeing the King quickly approach her. Zan grabbed her hands
away from her face and placed his hands slowly over the wound. Zan quickly
healed her and let go of her grasp. The girl quickly touched her cheeks and took
a deep breath. Only the ruler of Antar could heal, and he rarely used it, and if
he did it would be on close family members. Zan
took quick strides away from her walking down the corridor. The maidservant,
shouted her thanks to him watching him quickly flee. Zan’s breath quickened.
He needed a way to calm down. The only person he trusted right now, the only
person he knew would never do him harm, was Ava. He flung his chamber doors
open, setting his gaze on Ava who was now fully dressed, gazing out the window
with her arms crossed. He assumed she had heard what happened, and knew why he
was there. He quickly sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.
Ava took quick strides towards the bed and sat down next to him. She lowered her
voice so that it was a whisper, and began speaking to him about a variety of
things. The weather, books, films and told him to take deep breaths while
listening to her. After several moments of whispering, Ava slowly got up and
walked to face him, where she knelt down and gazed in his black eyes. She slowly
extended her hand and very gently touched his cheek, making sure not to startle
or anger him in anyway. He briefly flinched. She could feel him fighting his
energies off not to snap at her. She slowly started to caress his cheek, and
again softly whispering. His aurora had calmed down quite a bit, but was still
visible. She crawled closer to him and sat at his feet. She wasn’t sure if it
was Zan… or just an Antarian King “thing” in general. They always felt
pleased, powerful when people were at their feet. Luckily, Vilandra had
remembered and quickly kneeled. Ava ran her small hands up the sleeve of his
pants, just rubbing his leg. Zan quickly closed his eyes as Ava watched his aura
quickly disappear. Although his eyes were a dark brown, he quickly told Ava to
get off the floor. He insisted that he would never let her sit at his feet. He
shook his head and extended his arms out to her and easily lifted her on to his
lap. She leaned forward and kissed him, softly pulling away to gaze into his
eyes. – “ Are you feeling better? ”- He slowly nodded. – “ Thank you.
”-
- + -
With her blueberry eyes widen open, Ava quietly laid in Zan’s arms. She had
been up all night… she just couldn’t sleep. Soft mumbles escaped Zan’s dry
lips as he turned, instinctively reaching his hand out until he found the curve
of Ava’s hip and pulled her towards him with his strong arm. She closed her
eyes briefly, inhaling his sweet scent. Many people had rumored that their
marriage was false…arranged by their parents long before they were born. That
simply wasn’t true. The first time they had met was at a dance. Ava had snuck
out; Zan had seen her standing by the lake alone and came over. They started
talking and as Ava leaned in to whisper in his ear, Zan touched her cheek and
kissed her. That’s were it all began. In more ways than one Zan relied on Ava
to keep him in contact with his real self, and not that burning Antarian Seal on
his chest. It often took control of his emotions and decisions, and he once told
her in secrecy that he felt she was the only one that could bring him back. His
strong jaw rubbed against her curly hair as soft strands rippled against the
tiny stubble on his chin.
– “ Morning.” – He breathed with a hoarse voice. Ava paused a moment
before returning her morning greeting. – “ Pray, something wrong my love?
”- He softly asked before yawning, keeping his grasp around the curve of her
hip. She pulled away from him only to turn her small body around so that they
were face to face. She slowly leaned into him and softly kissed him on his thin
lips. He opened his eyes and smiled at her, but before he could say another
word, Ava began to speak. – “ I’m with child… ”- Zan’s mouth gaped
as he glanced back at her. He quickly licked his lips and smiled. He quickly
leaned over and kissed her on the lips, her own rosy cheeks flushed as she
smiled. Zan smirked as he gently grabbed the curve of her hip so that her
stomach was pressed against his abdomen. His strong arms wrapped around her
small waist, gently caressing her back. His hands lingered to her silky blonde
curls, running his rough hands through them. – “I’m very pleased.
You will surely make an excellent mother.”- He was being truthful. Zan knew
Ava would love and protect their child everyway possible, she was just that type
of person. – “ And you, my King, will make a wonderful father.” – She
spoke softly. - “Thank you… ” -
Three Weeks Later…
Rath held his posture straight as he looked ahead towards the wild orchid palace
gardens. He quickly cleared his throat and slowly glanced toward Zan, who was
strolling right beside him. This was his chance…Rath thought. Strong arms
slowly rose to the back of his neckline, scratching the nape of is neck. Zan
slowly furrowed a brow, and momentary looked over towards the muscular General.
– “ Your Highness…” - Rath began, rather timidly. – “ I know things
haven’t been well with the two of us…but I humbly ask your grace for a
favor…” - Zan forced a slight smile towards a few of the courtiers, and
paused a moment lifting a strong chin to gaze back at Rath’s eyes. A moment of
silence passed when Zan replied. – “ Of course… Pray good sir…continue!
” - He said with a bit of annoyance in his strong voice. – “ Well…your
highness. I respectfully ask you for Princess Vilandra’s hand…” – Zan’s
strong jaw clenched as he brought a large hand to his right temple, and slowly
began to rub his forehead. – “ Her hand…in marriage? ” – Rath quickly
nodded, his warm gray eyes seem to plead into the golden delineated hazel orbs
of the Antarian King. – “ Rath… Vilandra is very special…
she’s…she’s destined to be a queen. Marriage papers were brought to
my attention, seeing that she has come of age. The Prince of the Lands of the
Skins wishes to…. my friend…she will never assume the position of queen…
if you as my second take her hand. It cannot be. I will not allow my sister’s
only chance of monarchy to go to waste. ” - Silence fell upon them both as
they continued to stroll down the brick paved path into the palace gardens. –
“ Your highness, your grace commends me as your companion, but yet you think
ill of me to take Vilandra’s hand. I stand by your grace each day… I protect
you in a variety of different battles, as well as awarded for my bravery… and
to see fit I am your most well-know bachelor in the kingdom. Your highness… I
implore you…please as a friend and a faithful Antarian… until my last
breath… I will offend your honor, Antar and Vilandra’s name. ” - Rath’s
intense dark gray eyes seemed to flicker back at the King. Zan slowly shook his
head, and continued to gaze around the garden to collect his thoughts before
speaking. – “ I do. I commend you on your great nationalistic character and
your boldness and persistence. But, Rath you will not win with me. I will not
deny what is right for Vilandra. In fact, if you have never heard me say it
before I will right now. I love her, greatly. And I love… very few people.”
– Zan almost seemed to be smiling as he spoke.
Rath
tried to keep his gaze away from the King, so not to anger him with his dark
gray orbs. – “ Your highness… The Princess will not be happy so far from
Antar…”- Zan quickly shook his head and glanced over towards Rath. –
“ You do not know what the Princess wants. And if you are correct, she does
not know herself. As her brother I am her guardian and I know what’s best for
her. Period…end of discussion. ” – Rath quickly clenched his fist and
asked the King…ever so politely to be excused.
With one palm pressed against the cold stonewall, as his body pressed against
her, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear. She slowly licked her full
lips as her hand caressed his back. He was wearing thick armor. A chill ran down
her down as she felt the cold metal. Her eyes were shut, feeling him roughly
against her. She paused a moment and listened to his whispering and fluttered
open her eyes and quickly shook her head. – “ No. I can’t…” – He
gently shook his head and raised a strong arm to tilt her small chin up. – “
Just once more.. ”- She shook her head once again leaning her palm against his
chest, pausing for a moment and finally, slowly nodded.
Her long rose-colored gown swiped along the marble floor of the Royal Corridor.
Vilandra began to pace back and forth in front of the King’s chamber, and
paused a moment to nibble on the bottom of her full crimson lip. A heavy sigh
was heard from her lips as she squinted at the sounds of giggling be hide the
large oak doors. They could at least learn to be quite… She thought.
Vilandra shook her head and took quick strides towards the door and loudly
knocked.
Zan gave out a loud sigh, and ran his long fingers through his disheveled
raven-colored hair. – “ What is it? ” – He asked boldly, with a tone of
discomfort and annoyance. Before Vilandra could answer, he quickly gazed towards
Ava. – “ I need to speak with you, brother… ” – Her voice seemed to be
a bit confused. – “ Can’t it wait? ”- Already knowing what her
reply was going to be he stood up and walked over towards his red silken robe.
He quickly slid his arms in it and let it sway be hide him as he walked towards
the wooden doors, again glancing up at Ava whom was in her nightgown. A quick of
the golden knob was given, as a gush of air hit Vilandra’s long blonde hair
and flew back a bit. Her eyes were reddened, as her eyelashes fluttered down to
gaze away from his hazel orbs. Zan quickly stepped aside, and allowed Vilandra
in as he turned and asked Ava to leave the room for a moment. Ava let out a soft
scuff as her white robe clinged against her petite body and warm bulging
stomach. Zan frowned a bit as she watched her take quick strides out of the room
and slowly closed the door be hide her. – “ What is it? What’s troubling
you? ” –
Vilandra crossed her arms as she gazed down at the marble floor, as her
eyelashes fluttered down every now and than. – “ You love to stand in the
way of my happiness... don’t you? You dream up these lies… fantasies that
you want me to fulfill…and except me to just follow your every command. I am
not your piece of property to sell… to some Skin. ”- Zan quickly rolled his
eyes and turned away from her taking slow strides towards the window. – “ Is
this…what this is all about? You ask to speak to me in the middle of the
night…to listen to your babbling? Why can’t you just grow up and accept your
duties as a royal? ” – Vilandra quickly scoffed as her honey brown eyes
remained on the floor. – “ I’m not you. I don’t have any royal duties to
fulfill. I think you just want me under your control… so you can watch me all
day. I’m not a child anymore Zan…you can’t protect me from everything
forever. ” – Black lashes slowly blinked at her, and quickly turned away. He
gazed down at the orchid gardens and slowly spoke. – “ Did Rath tell you of
this..? ” – Vilandra quickly shook her end and grabbed a handful of her
dress slowly walked towards him. – “ You never notice where I am…do you?
You two were speaking right in front of me the whole time… and you didn’t
even think to look towards the benches. ” - Zan quickly clenched his jaw
staring out into the window. – “ That’s not true. ” – Vilandra slowly
brought her fingertips to her full bottom lip, and slowly wiped a small salt
drip from it. – “ If you really love me…as you so boldly declared a few
weeks ago you will let me w- ” – “ No. ” –
Vilandra took a ragged breath in as she let her hands drop down to her sided.
– “ Don’t make me…I implore you. ” - Zan furrowed a brow, and glanced
be hide his shoulder towards his angry sister. – “ Make you…do what? ” -
- “ I know you all too well. You always think about yourself… this time I
beseech you not only to think of Ava…but your child…your sweet little heir
to the throne. Dark oculars flashed as his strong jaw clenched, slowly turning
to gaze at Vilandra…who was staring straight into his dark eyes with her own
raven reflection. – “ You would not dare…” - Vilandra slowly smiled as
she took slow strides backwards, completely turning away from him walking toward
the oak doors. – “ And I quote... “ Hell hath no fury like a women
scorned. ” – Dark oculars followed her curvy figure towards the door as a
pang of worry hit him. – “ Vilandra, wait…” –
A week later…
Rath slowly blinked as he watch the last few people stroll out of the Assembly
room. He couldn’t explain it. What made the King change his mind? A confused
looking grin appeared on his face as he saw Vilandra’s jovial gaze looking
back at him. King Zan had just announced General Rath and Princess Vilandra’s
betrothal. How and what changed his mind stayed a secret between both Vilandra
and Zan. Ava sweetly smiled as she sat in the Queen’s throne, with a small
hand placed upon her big stomach. The child was due next month. As soon as
the couriers filed out of the large room, Rath quickly went over to Zan and
bowed his head before shaking his hand vigorously. - “ Thank You, your
highness… thank you. ” – Rath grinned and thanked Ava as well. Vilandra
quickly ran over towards them and slipped her arm against his own, tilting her
chin up to gaze at him. Vilandra’s heart was thumping. She finally had what
she wanted. Drunken bachelors would not try to hang on her and follow her
around. She belonged to him. Zan forced a slight smile as he turned away
from them and took slow strides to Ava. He slowly reached out both of his hands
and extending them to Ava. She gracefully accepted them as he quickly pulled her
up off the chair. Having such a petite frame made it hard for her to carry such
a heavy child.
Vilandra leaned her head against Rath’s wide shoulder, almost begging for him
to embrace her as they walked down the paved path of the orchid garden. Salt
drips were wiped away with her small hand as Ava’s gaze lingered down on them
from the window of her chambers. She quickly turned around hearing Zan come in
and starting to speak about the current Skin and Antarian situation. He went on
and on while fumbling around the room pacing. Ava quietly stood there watching,
but not listening to him. She looked up and saw her husband’s worried gaze on
her as he stood in front of her. His slowly extended his hand to caress her
cheek and she began to speak. A ragged breath was taken as her voice sounded low
and fearful. – “ Your not the father of my child…” – Zan quickly
furrowed a brow and let his hand quickly drop from her cheek to his sided. Her
eyes welled up with tears at his action as she turned towards the window, away
from the painful look in his eyes. Her small hand rested on her round stomach
and swallowed before she spoke up once more. – “ Khivar, is the father of my
child. I’ve been seeing him since the beginning…” – His strong jaw
clenched as his warm eyes swirled with blackness, taking slow steps away from
her.
Fin
Written By: Monika
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