NationStates Jolt Archive

The Evenstar lounged on the wide set of steps that led up to the foot of the dais that held the Seastone Throne. The past weeks had been filled with war and death, but he finally had a chance to rest. It felt good to simply sit and listen to the silence of the Great Hall. He cocked his head and strained, but try as he might there was not a scream or explosion to be heard. He had not ordered men killed or a city taken in almost a week, and it felt sweet. Sweet.

Dressed in a baggy pair of black pants and a sleeveless black shirt, Dayne's well muscled, massive body and face seemed almost childlike as he leaned back, his elbows resting on one step, his head on another, relaxing. His twin, golden braids coiled on the steps around his head, and for a moment, he closed his eyes. A long, content sigh escaped from his mouth, and he could feel himself relax.

A scrape of a door and a voice brought tension instantly back into his muscles,"Lord Reaver? There is a guest."

Groaning, the Evenstar straightens and opens his eyes. Their purple irises flashing with the light as he looks down at the servant, his gaze hard for interrupting his reverie. The man dropped his gaze quickly, and Dayne hated him for it. He had drank and whored with the man on more than one occasion. Well, no matter. He was Lord Reaver now, and these things were expected. "What sort of guest?"

The man hesisted for a long moment and Dayne frowned. Seeing his Lord's scowl, he blurted out,"I'm not sure, M'lord. It's a woman, and she's asking for you, but would only give her name to yourself."

Scowling deeply, he began to dismiss the 'guest' but thought better of it. Perhaps they had news of the Coward Council's wherabouts. "Send her in, then."

And he rose from the steps, suddenly the Lord Reaver once more. His brow creased above the purple blaze of his eyes and his jaw set, he stared at the door, and waited for his visitor to arrive.

{OOC: No posts here please, this is invite-only, and you're probably not invited. But, fear not, I'll have something for the rest of you soon}

The figure dressed in simple, saffron colored robes approaches the Dais directly, falling on her knees with fluidity that only comes with years of experience. For a moment only the top of her head can be seen. The braiding on her hair an intricate net, but totally lacking any ornaments.

As she lifts her eyes to assess the man in front of her, they widen briefly. He is even bigger than she would have guessed, this Reaver Lord.


"Lord Reaver?", she says with only the slightest quiver in her voice, "I have very little time, so forgive me the lack of formalities." The woman glances quickly to the door as if expecting to see someone. She turns her deep-set, sea-green eyes back to the man on the Dais. "Lord Reaver, I'm Akithanee-Reas-nel-Tasil-a-Tarkhos. I have come to plead for mercy..."

She draws a deep breath and continues quickly: "I know it is not what one might expect of..But it is the only thing I can do. They will arrive soon, the High Councillor and his retinue...this is my one and only chance. I have come to plead that you reject the offer to marry the Holy Lady Niamhin-Reas-nel-Akurth-a-Tarkhos. Lord Reaver, my sister is too young still. I plead you to pick one of the others, Lord Reaver..." The woman's voice dies suddenly and she lowers her gaze quickly.

Blinking stupidly, the Evenstar gives a shake of his head. This slip of a girl rambling at him was not what he had expected at all. Her name had sounded to him like a mouthful of rocks, and he was quite sure he had hear nothing of his marriage to her sister. At least, he thought that's what she was worried about...

Grunting, he waves a hand dismissively and says, his deep, rumbling voice soft, though not gentle in the least,"Come now, girl. Calm yourself. I know nothing of any marriage, and I know even les of you, your sister, or this High Councillor. But, if he was coming here to marry me off, you can be sure he will get the short end of the sword from me..."

Descending the stairs quickly, he reaches out with a powerful, calloused hand and cups the girls chin. Raising her face, his own purple eyes bore into hers as he says,"Now. Tell me of your problem. There is more than enough time, I assure you."

The woman swallows and draws a deep breath, at a closer look she is not as young as her size could suggest, but perhaps in her mid-twenties.

Forcing herself to calm down, Anee tells the golden-braided stranger: "Forgive me. Again I have been too hasty, Lord Reaver. The High Councillor Timos of the holy Empire of Atarkhos is here on a mission to suggest an alliance between our realm and yours. Part of the ..agreement offered is a marriage to a Holy Lady of the Royal House."

The woman lifts her gaze, searching the face of the man in front of her. "I am not the most well versed in politics, but what I heard sounded convincing and good. For both nations. Until they named Nia. Lord Reaver, she is...She is obedient and gentle, her patience has been praised from the time she was three-years-old and her beauty from the day she was born. But that day was only thirteen years ago..."

She pauses for a moment, her voice lowering to a whisper: "Please, choose one of the others, Lord Reaver. They are all equally well-bred and trained, beautiful and gentle but all past sixteen years and none over nineteen."

Anee glances to the door nervously. "Please, Lord Reaver. I should return quickly before they notice me missing. Please, if you accept the..alliance, demand to make your own choice."

The woman stands up quickly, showing no effort and bows deeply retreating towards the door.

Running his tongue across his teeth, Dayne climbs the stairs once more and seats himself in the massive Seastone Throne. As large a man as he is, the great chair dwarfs him. Carved from a single block of grey-green stone, it has been fashioned into the likeness of a cresting wave. Longships ride the waves, forming the armrests of the throne, and behind his head is carged a symbol: The great shadowcat sigil of House Vayne.

Crossing his arms, the Evenstar leans back and scowls thoughtfully. He didn't like the thought of this High Councilor plotting to marry him before he had given his assent, but the thought of a firm, young girl at his side and a tie into the royal house of another nation was tempting...

Tossing his braids back over one shoulder, he barked an order for a servant, and instructed him to bring the Atarkhan delegation as soon as they arrived. He also ordered that his sword be brought to him.

He intended to show these fools where they stood immediately. When they entered, they would see the massive Lord Reaver, his great, silver runed broadsword, Steelsong, resting across his knees. The threat was apparent, as was his scowl. Surely this Timos would see it for what it was and take heed.

His face grim, his sword across his knees, he waited for his 'guests'.

No more than fifteen minutes after the woman has disappeared, a party of a dozen people arrives at the doors. Slowly, with seremonious steps they approach the dais, halting halfway.

The three men bow and the women, all nine of them, fall on their knees immediately. The woman Who entered last, dressed in saffron, stands up and steps forward.

In a clear, somewhat strung voice Anee announces: "The High Councillor Timos of the Holy Empire and the Daughters of the Holy House of Tarkhos." She then steps aside kneeling several feet away from the rest.

The tall, stringy man in the center rises from his bow, his black eyes assessing everything coldly. The two guards on his sides watch the man on the dais and his sword like a hawk watches the snake.

Timos straighens his gold-emroidered, royal green overcoat and speaks loudly, in a whiny voice: "Lord Reaver, the Holy Empire has come to offer an agreement that we believe is to the benefit of both nations. As you know, we are a small island, but our strategic location makes our lands wanted by many. The recent developments have convinced Our Holy Emperor that it is in order for us to seek an ally. Your strength, Lord Reaver, is reknown and therefore, we have chosen to approach you first."

He barely draws a breath before prattling on: "In addition to the benefits politically as well as economically, we are offering as the sign of our great esteem of you one of the Holy Daughters to you in marriage."

The man motions towards the richly decorated women who have not moved since their arrival, all awaing silently on their knees.

His scowl set, Dayne rises from the Seastone Throne. With deliberate arrogance, he points his great sword at the chest of this 'High Councilor', his disdain painted on his face. Narrowing his eyes, he growls,"I don't know who you are, or where you come off thinking to play matchmaker, but I will play the gam... for now. However, I won't be listening to you any further. It will not be you who gives these girls away."

His indigo gaze sweeping the line of women, he nods and smiles,"I will hear from each of them...

"Fine Ladies, your beauty shocks my soul, and I would fight a war for a kiss from any of you, but I will not hold any of you to offer yourself, unless it is of your own will. *IF* I take one of you as my bride, then I shall want her to go willingly..."

Although Dayne would have chosen among them as he wished at any other time, he disliked the sniveling manner of this Timos, and thought it a fair trade to throw it in his face that his negotiations would go no further.

Eyeing a few of the girls appreciatively, he waves a hand and chuckles without humor,"So, let the dating game begin!"

The tall, stringy man shirks away from Dayne's sword and motions to the saffron clad woman.

Anee stands up, walks closer to Dayne rigidly, her eyes falling on his sword often.

"Lord Reaver", she starts, "allow me to present the Jewels of Tarkhos." Motioning for the closest girl to rise, she continues: "The Holy Lady Trasimia-Rhus-nel-Tilar-a-Tarkhos."

The slender, black-eyed girl dressed in abundance of gold stands up and curtsies to Dayne, her expression impassive.

Anee continues, "Tras is well versed in poetry and prefers to spend her time in useful tasks, like embroidery."

The girl presented steps up, her eyes on the floor and kneels in front of Dayne, awaiting.

"Embroidery, eh?" The Evenstar's disdain was apparent, but he decided to be polite,"Tras, is it? A lovely name..."

Looking the girl over from head to toe, the Lord Reaver nodded his head and smiled,"A lovely name for a lovely girl... However, how could I choose you at once when so many gorgeous Ladies surround you.?" Giving the girl a wink, he turned his eyes from her, to Anee.

"You seem eager to tell me of your sisters, M'lady, but nothing of yourself..."

His eyes going hard, he gave another command,"I would hear the tale of Atarkhos' beautiful herald..." Remembering the girl's discomfort at the thought of her previous visit being discovered, he changed what he was about to say,"I would be willing to bet your name and story are the most beautiful of all..."

Remembering his courtesies, he inclined his head to the other Ladies present,"However, that is only a guess, as the beauty of these fine women shocks my heart so that I may be confused... Still, Beautiful Herald, your story..."

Anee glanses at the high Councillor nervously, but at his nod returns her attention to Dayne again. She kneels in front of him and lifts her face up, her sea-green eyes troubled.

"My story, Lord Reaver?" She says as if to gain a second to gather her thoughts. She doesn't know what to think, the request being so unexpected.

Slowly, Anee begin to speak her voice soft. "My name is Akithanee-Reas-nel-Tasil-a-Tarkhos. Anee to everyone these days. I am the first born daughter of Holy Lady Reas-Hashimi-nel-Turak-a-Tarkhos and the Holy Brother Ziman Tarkhos."

Her tone dry as if reading from a biography, she continues, "I was born twenty-six years ago and raised in the Holy Palace. At the age of thirteen, I was married to Holy Lord Shemon-Tasli-nel-Ylia-a-Tarkhos."

Anee swallows before carrying on, "Our union was blessed with one son, Russil. Both my spouse and our son drowned five years ago. Ever since then I have worked in the Palace serving the Holy Daughters."

Anee lowers her gaze, falling silent.

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He was not pleased. He liked the look of this Anee, and she seemed to have fire in her spirit, but she had borne a son previously by another man. Though it mattered not in most circumstances, the Laws of Succession were tricky... This meant that his own heir could be contested should war ever come to Pantera again. He wished her womb was untainted, but sadly, it was not to be...

His nod was curt, his silence saying much. However, his eyes showed compassion as he spoke,"I am sorry for your loss, My Lady. I am sure your husband was a man to war alongside. To tame a glorious beast such as yourself, he had to have been a fine man.""

Giving a flick of his wrist, he again addresses Anee,"You seem to be well informed on the likes and dislikes of these women. You also seem to be well versed in the art of loving a man, and being a mother... You tell me. Which of these would you choose? Which would rule Pantera alongside me, raising fine warrior sons and beautiful, goddess daughters?"

The woman on the floor remains silent for a long time. He has shown more kindness than any since...Since as long as I can remember. If Nia was just a little bit stronger...

Anee's gaze halts on the face of each of the women for a moment. She assesses each of them carefully, her thoughts and eyes returning time and time again to one particular figure.

He speaks of fire as if it was a good thing, she ponders. How peculiar. But if that is so, only one here would do. Anee watches the girl in the back discreetly.

Anee nods slowly and lifts her voice clear and unhesitant, "Lord Reaver, the best for you here would be the Holy Sister Teshara."

The plump young woman in the back looks up startled. She glances at Dayne, her olive complexion turning coppery red. She then quickly stands up, walks a few paces closer to Dayne and falls on her knees with practised efficiency, lowering her gaze quickly.

Anee continues, "Lord Reaver, this is the youngest child of my grandfather, the sister to the current Holy Emperor Ushar. She is accomplished in all the arts, well familiar with our history and etiquette. Her mind is perhaps the sharpest of the ones here."

Anee pauses for a moment, looking at Shara. With a glint of determination in her eyes, she adds: "Her tongue can also be sharp at times and she is accustomed to getting her own way."

At Anee's words a gasp erupts from the lips of the Atrakhan delegation, but is quickly suppressed.

The plump young woman in front of Dayne clenches her teeth and raises her gaze up, her chin jutting out obstinately. In her dark-grey eyes lingers an uncertainty. "Why does Anee do this? I thought she liked me. The humiliation...", Shara wonders in the silence of her mind, "Although he is rather...impressive looking barbarian."

Shara's dark-timbered voice rings out calmly as she suddenly speaks, before being addressed. "Lord Reaver, I am Teshara Tarkhos. I am an apple on offer, should it so you please."

Another gasp travels through the delegation then all fall silent. The High Councillor's black eyes gleam hard and his fists clench, the signs of displeasure clearly evident. He stares malevolently at Anee, while all other eyes turn to watch Dayne.

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Purple eyes sparkling with interest, Dayne rose from his throne once more and looked down at the girl. Slightly overweight, she is nonetheless beautiful. The jut of her chin and the thrust of her breast intrigued him, and he smiled, showing his rows of strong, white teeth for the first time.

Looking the girl over, he nodded his approval and spoke questioningly,"An apple on offer, you say? No... He gave a shake of his great head, causing one of his wrist thick braids to fall over one shoulder. "Not an apple... But a juicy cherry, ripe for the plucking. I love cherries...'"

Smiling all the while, he waits, hoping his praise would flatter her and lower her guard. Then he pounced, his tongue lashing,"But, I don't know why you think you are fit to be my wife... You are fine to look upon, I suppose. You have a shape to you, and I believe you would carry my children well. You are fair of face, generous of curves... But your legs... I have not seen them yet, but I would assume they are ugly..."

He paused, gauging her reaction to his comment before chuckling and continuing,"I see your tongue is sharp. I like that. I truly do... If what Anee sats is true, then you will be a fighter. That pleases me...

"The kisses of a woman who has been humbled are much sweeter for it."

He cocked his head, allowing his free braid to fall alongside his head and dangle as he looked over the girl who would be his wife.

Shara stands up silently, her face burning red. "This man has no manners. None. Adding to the humilation. But this could be my salvation, one way or another", she thinks.

Shara glances quickly at the fuming High Councillor, unties her embroidered rope and steps out of it. For a few seconds that seem to last forever, the stiff, gold stiched robe stands on its own like Shara's second shadow, before collapsing on the floor. This time, the delegation is remains absolutely silent, in utter shock. The only sound after and initial deep breath is the wooden sword of one of the guard's falling on the floor.

In her simple, translucent shift the girl stares up at Dayne. Every curve of her body and the outline of her underwear discernable through the fine linen fabric of the sleeveless shift.

"Was there anything else, Lord Reaver?", Shara asks quietly, her rebellion replaced by fatalistic calmness. "The worst that can now happen is that I die or be handed to this man", she thinks to herself as she lowers her gaze, "I am saved."

Masking his shock instantly with a lecherous smile, the Evenstar nodded appreciatively. Barking a command, his guards turned on their heels and put their backs to the near-naked woman.

With deliberate arrogance, Dayne descended the last few steps to stand in front of the girl. Towering over her, he looked down and coked his head to one side. A calloused hand rose and lifted her chin to face him. Leaning close, he lowered his voice so that only she could hear.

His voice a soft rumble, he said,"Your spirit inspires me, Teshara Tarkhos. I truly do like what I see, but I would have the truth from you. Would you give yourself willingly as my wife? Remember, I say nothing of love. I simply need a strong wife to bear my sons. You would hold the name Queen Reaver, and you would have the honor of being the mother of the future Lord Reaver...

"I do not know why I even consider you, for many women from many nations far more powerful than yours have offered themselves... Maybe it is to irritate that eunuch of a High Councillor, or maybe it is because the sight of you in that slip arouses me... But for some reason, you bring a smile to my face and a fire to my soul..."

Trailing a thumb down the girl's jawline, Dayne smiled again,"I would have you, if you wish it... But I give you the choice. Would you bear my sons and be true? Speak now, girl, and become a Queen, or return home as you are."

At the touch of the huge, golden-haired stranger Shara swallows. His first words making her tense. "If it is the choice between life and death, life wins. Death will always be near, the last friend to come save.." the thought courses through her brain.

As Dayne continues his speech the words "eunuch of a High Councillor" cause her to chortle unexpectedly. She quickly gathers her dignity, her eyes growing solemn.

Softly, in a low voice she utters a single word, "Yes."

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OOC: An RP without me? :(

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Bowing his head respectfully, he murmered,"Then it will be so, My Queen." Tilting his head, he gives his future wife a small kiss, his lips brushing her own with hurried urgency. Ducking his head, he said in a soft voice,"Tonight, my Lady, we dine and plan. There is much to be done, but for now, there is only you and I..."

Raising his gaze to Anee and the High Councilor, the Evenstar was suddenly the stern Lord once more,"It is settled. The Lady Shara will be my wife. There is much to do, and little time to do it. I plan for us to be wed within the week. You are all dismissed, to arrange the arrival of any guests you may have coming from your own nation. You will be provided with rooms to suit your station, and you have free run of my Palace. Do not abuse my hospitality." There was a tone of finality in his voice as he looked them over.

Returning his gaze to his fiance, the Evenstar smiles,"Please, my Lady. Take a moment to refresh yourself before you join me for dinner." The command was delivered in a voice that was almost kind, but it was a command nonetheless. "I look forward to your conversation tonight..."

The Delegation raises from the floor, bows and files out one after another, the expressions on their faces varying from sour disappointment to jubilant and to the murderous rage the High Councillor is not quite able to hide.

Sahra bows her head and steps inside her robe, held open for her by Anee. The two women are the last to leave, their faces unreadable.

As soon as the doors close, the High Councillor whispers to Anee, "You are dead, bitch. Should have been put to death long ago. As soon as we leave, you will be gone."

Her face pale Anee follows Shara to the room appointed to her, keeping her gaze lowered.

Biting her lower lip gently, Shara asks Anee, "Why? Why did you do it, Anee?"

"Oh, Holy Sister Shara, I am so sorry, I thought he was different...for some insane reason, I thought he was different.", Anee says her face pale and eyes troubled. "Please, forgive me before I die for the impudence, Holy Sister."

Shara turns her eyes from the tapestried covering the walls to Anee. "I am hardly...passing judgement on that after the insane thing I did, Anee..." Slowly, she continues, "I will do my duty, maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe he won't want to hit me so often...Not like my brother did to you...He said something about Timos.." Shara's voice suddenly fades as the realisation hits her. "Anee, I won't let him. The "eunuch of a High Councillor" will not touch you."

The short, slight woman looks up at Shara. "Eunuch?", Anee asks curiously.
Softly, Shara whispers to her friend's ear, "Lord Reaver called him that. Maybe he has a sense of humor at the least."

Anee smiles slightly as she takes out a deep blue velvet gown embroidered with tiny silver stars. Formal and thick, it is still much more comfortable than the Ceremonial Robe. Maybe she had not been all wrong about this man of a horrendous reputation, after all.

As she attaches the last of the dozen diamond stars on Shara's raven hair, Anee whispers to her, "There. All set for the Dinner. I am sure it will be fine."

Smiling nervously, Shara stands up and walks to the door, opening it herself and calls for an escort.

{OOC: This, the dinner scene, was written by Atarkhos and myself over AIM. We wrote this scene together. Atarkhos' posts will be in bold.}

The Evenstar sat at the end of a long table, candles filling its length. A few servants huddled near, to attend to the wishes of the Lord Reaver and his guest . The setting was intimate, the firelight providing a small bubble of light in the cavernous darkness of the hall.

The Evenstar himself had changed into a clinging, burgundy silk shirt and baggy black trousers. Quite plain for the ruler of a mighty nation, his only adornment a slim iron crown, placed as if to remind his guest of his power, but not so imposing as to intimidate.

Nursing a tall glass of brandy, the Evenstar waited for his future wife, his expression careless, but his inner thoughts in turmoil. He feared he had made a hasty mistake, choosing the girl so quickly... But he also prayed he had made a momentous decision, one that would bring strength to his heirs, and prestige to the title of Queen Reaver.

The door opens and a young woman in a dark, full-length gown follows one of the Palace guards inside. She remains at the door while he announces her. "Lord Reaver, The Holy Sister Teshara Tarkhos of the Holy Empire of Atarkhos!", the guard exclaims and adds, "Your Betrothed, My Lord..."

Shara walks to the long table her posture proud, halts in front of Lord Reaver and kneels. Her voice clear, but her eyes troubled she speaks to Dayne, "I wish you a good eveining, Lord Reaver."

Dayne grunted softly. This was not the girl he had seen earlier.

"Rise, girl. I do not want a weak woman. Know that before anything else. I chose you because I saw the fire in you. Now. Rise, and sit with me." Taking a long swallow of his brandy, he gestured to a chair beside him and watched the girl, his eyes appraising.

Shara stands, her face puzzled and settles on the seat offered. As she tilts her head, the diamond stars in her black hair twinkle in imitation of the real thing. "Weak, Lord Reaver? You consider manners a weakness? That explains much...", Shara's voice dies of and a blush rises on her cheek. She wonders what it is about this man that makes her act so unconventionally. One day and she is turning into a barbarian herself, it almost seems.

Grunting irritably, the Evenstar gave a toss of his head, causing his braids to swing about wildly,"What are you talking about, girl? Manners are all well and good, but I won't have you kneeling and scraping to me.When you speak to me, you hold your head high..."

Softening his voice, Dayne nodded his head,"Yes, smile for me, Shara... Such a beautiful name... Smile, and hold your head high. You are not a lesser person here. You will never be asked to kneel to me, that I swear. You are my equal, and I expect you to act as such.. If you are to be my wife, you need to know that. It is one lesson I would not think I had to teach you, seeing your ferocity before.""

Shara looks at the man next to her, a confusion slowly being replaced by a dawning understanding. "I see. Your customs differ. On Atarkhos everyone kneels. Everyone except the Emperor. This is different for you, then...."

She talks softly, "I am should have realized that." Shara's grey eyes begin to twinkle suddenly, a mischevious smile curving her lips upward. "Tell me, Lord Reaver, what would you do if I called you an old turtle?"

Dayne smirked,"An old turtle? I would say you are a smart woman. A turtle is a fine beast of the deep sea. It has patience beyond all others. A turtle will prowl around it's prey, waiting until the perfect moment. It will wait, bide its time, and then strike when the moment is prime...

"I wonder, Shara... Are you prime for the striking? Is the time right for me to take you, as the great sea turtle would do its prey?"

The Evenstar's mischevious smile was almost inviting as he watched the girl.

The plup, grey-eyed girl sits still for a moment. This man is no fool, indeed he knows more than he shows. But what does he mean? Is he going to kill me and the others?

Unable to quite mask her surprise, Shara looks up at Dayne. "Lord Reaver, I see you are well versed in our nation after all. Indeed, it is the highest compliment an Atarkhan can offer, but it has caused many misunderstandings with the emissaries in the past. My compliments."

She speaks, straining to keep her tone light, "I have a feeling I will never need to call you a dead turtle, Lord Reaver. For it is evident you are also a man of actions."

Smiling, Dayne waved a hand dismissively,"I do what I can... Now, I have a request. Tell me of yourself, and your nation. I know little of you, aside from your name, and your beauty...

"You intrigue me, Lady Shara. If I am to take you to bride, I would know more of you..."

He said 'if', she thinks. Such a small word between life and death.

Her voice soft, Shara begins her tale. "The Island of Atarkhos lies on the old Southwestern Trade route. In the course of centuries it has been conquered several times, by many different peoples. We are the descendants of them all. The last two hundred years have been peaceful, however. There are some 6 million Atarkhans at the present, abot as much as the land can support. The main indusstries are..." She continues to list facts about her homeland until all that could be found in an Encyclopaedia is handled.

"The center of the City of Kilppari stands the Palace. The four square miles of its gardens are reputed to be without compare and the five castles are connected to each other with glass covered corridors. For me..."

Shara lifts her gaze, a curious smile on her lips, "For me it is the only home I know. My world. Rarely have I baeen allowed out the gates. I know the facts and figures and the important people. But only from reports."

Dayne seemed content as he listened. Here was a soul that was sheltered. She knew little to nothing of the heat and hate of war, it seemed. It was almost refreshing to find one so untainted by death and grief.

Bobbing his head appreciatively, he said,"It sounds wonderful, Lady Shara. You sound as if you love your land. I appreciate that....

"It saddens me to hear that you know little of the world beyond Atarkhos. When we are wed, I promise to show you much more of the world. Together we will look from the cliffs of Toke outside this very Palace. Four thousand feet above the Blood Bay they sit, their view one to take the breath form your chest.

"We will walk the lush green fields of Automagfreek, climb the mountains of Tersanctus, and make love beneath the stars in a field of roses in Adejaani..."

Breaking from his reverie, the Evenstar leaned closer to Shara, his breath hot on her neck as he spoke,"I will show you the world, Shara. I will give you the world. I understand that this is a marriage of convenience for your nation... But... But I promise to give you what happiness I can."

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The tall, stringy man yells at the short, slight woman, his face red like a boiled lobster, "You did this Anee, you accurssed she-shark! I don't know how, but somehow you did it..You cost me my bride and pride..."


The slight woman replies calmly, "High Councellor, do calm down. Yelling will not accomplish anything. The Lord Reaver asked my opinion, I gave it. He may still change his mind."

The man huffs and puffs for a long while before bringing his voice under control. "I shall inform His Holiness immediately and ..."

"And do what, High Councellor? Tell him that you had one meeting only before he announced his decision? Tell His Holines how quickly -you- have handled this, knowing how much value he places on patience and ceremony?" Anee shakes her head. "No, I do not think that would be wise, High Councellor and you are known to be a wise man."

The High Councellor continues to huff, powerless to deny the woman's words, as Anee walks to the door, opens it and peers in the corridor.

"Guard!", she calls, "Please, escort the High Councellor to his room. He seems to be feeling ill."

The tall, stringy man walks to the door, his black eyes smouldering. As he passes Anee by, he whispers to her, "You will pay for this. With your head."

The door closes and the short, slight woman stares at it silently. She nods and speaks to herself, "Even if I do, it was nearly worth it to see you humbled. You arrogant commoner."

Anee turns and settles on a chair, awaiting for Shara's return.

Dayne and the girl continued to chat for what seemed like hours, arguing fiercely at times and laughing together at others. Many different foods came and went, but they hardly noticed. The wine flowed, the night progressed, and soon it was time for sleep.

The Evenstar rose, taking Shara's hand and helping her to her feet. He bowed easily, his eyes falling to the floor as he spoke,"It has been enchanting, Lady Shara. You may return to your rooms now. I will call upon you tomorrow with my final answer."

Giving the girl a light, chaste kiss on the cheek, his lips barely brushing her skin, he gestured for her Reaver escort. Turning away from her, he made his way from the room and down a hallway into his study.

Pressing a button, he summoned a small, ratty man. No warrior, this man, he was dressed in a simple shirt and pants, his clothing as nondescript as his face. This was the Master of Whisperer's, the Lord Reaver's personal internal spy. Few but the Lord Reaver knew of this man's existance, but this knew of everyone else's, and usually their intentions as well.

Nothing went on in the Seastone Palace that he was not aware of, his talent at ferreting out secrets was almost magical, and the news he carried this night sparked the Evenstar's anger. The Rat, as he was called, said that his 'sources' had overeard this High Councilor threatening the beautiful Herald, Anee.

He had a mind to teach the sniveling eunuch of a High Councilor some manners when dealing with a Lady, or perhaps turn him into a Lady himself... He chuckled.

Ordering that the High Councilor be brought to him immediately, Dayne sat to making a fire in the great hearth of his study. When it was blazing merrily, he pulled an antique sword from its display on the wall. It was a piece of trash, the iron too weak for sparring or warring, he had always thought, but now he would get good use from it.

Placing the tip of the blade in the fire, he took up a glove and put it on his right hand. Soon he could see roughly a foot of the sword's blade was glowing red-hot, and he was quite pleased with the results of his efforts.

Now he would wait for the High Councilor and then the fun would begin.

By the rotten egg, what does the barbarian want now? Timos lifted his bleary, red-rimmed eyes to Dayne as he was escorted inside.

Belching loudly the haggard-looking High Councellor attempts a bow which nearly topples him over.

"Lho-ord Reavah, how may I assishist you?" Timos asks, quite evidently drunk.

The Evenstar never looked at the drunken man as he spoke. He simply stared into the fire, his eyes a shadow-shrouded blaze of purple as their irises caught the firelight.

His voice was not angry in the least, but resigned,"High Councilor Timos... 'High Councilor'? What makes you so high?"

With a flick of his wrist he dismissed the man's reply and continued,"It matters not, for you are no longer granted the title of 'High Councilor'. I have decided that you will be known as only Timos, here in Pantera...."

Reaching down with his thickly gloved hand, Dayne took hold of the hilt of the burning sword. It's length glowed a fiery red, but he still kept it in the flames. He simply watched the length of it as it shimmered and changed hues with the heat. The tone of his voice changed as he spoke, losing all emotion until it was a soft, monotone. The flat, emotionless quality of his voice made the import of his words all the more terrible,"Timos... I have seen how you enjoy bullying and torturing the Holy Sisters, gloating lecherously over them... Oh, do not think to argue, I have seen it with my own eyes...

"Aside from that... I have ben informed that you have made a number of threats tonight toward the Beautiful Herald. This does not please me... We do not threaten women here in Pantera, lest someone take up their honor to defend as their own. I hae decided that your threats have earned you a stern punishment. You will pay for bullyin and threatening those girls... No... Do not think to argue. I can smell by your fear it is the truth. I can see it with my own eyes..."

The glowing, indigo eyes he spoke of finally turned from the fire, and they were filled with fury. Slowly, he drew the length glowing blade from the fire, the heat of the hilt causing his glove to smoke, and advanced a number of steps, backing the terrified Councilor back into a corner. His voice still cold and lifeless, Dayne said,"In the future, when I look into the mirror, I will think of my wife and the fine sons she will bear me. But you... When you look into the mirror, you will think of only me..."

And cooly, he pressed the searing metal of the sword into the cheek of Timos, High Councilor. The terrible scream that escaped the man's throat echoed through the study and about the entire Palace. When he wrenched himself free, a glob of scorched flesh stuck to the metal and came away from his cheek, leaving a massive, cauterized wound.

Stepping back, his fury finally unleashed and painted on his face, Dayne levelled the rapidly cooling tip of the sword at Timos' face and roared,"If I find you have taken revenge upon any of these girls for what was done here, I will hunt you down, castrate you, and cut your arms and legs off. You will live a long time, though. I swear that. You will live until I have tired of seeing you suffer.

"Now! Get from my face before I spill your guts!"

As the man scurried away, sobbing and clutching his ruined face, Dayne returned to his place by the fire. He leaned the sword against the arm of his chair, and with the rank stench of burning flesh in the air, he sat through the night, thinking on Shara, himself, and the life they might lead...

Early the next morning the Evenstar rose and bathed. He sent orders that all appropriate parties, Panteran and Atarkhan, be assembled in the Great Hall.

When he entered, it was to a silent hush. This was the first time the Lord Reaver had called an assembly since he had taken the throne after the bloody civil war. Many did not know of the offer from Atarkhos, so most them were nervous.

His face was bright however as he raised his voice. Cameras flashed all about and he called out,"This dawn brings even more change to Pantera. New blood shall soon be born of a glorious union. I have been graced with the opportunity to take as my bride the Lady Teshara Tarkhos of Atarkhos! New blood means new strength for Pantera! May I present to you, my bride to be, the future Queen Reaver of Pantera: Teshara Atarkhos..."

Extending a hand to Shara, Dayne smiled expectantly, and the camera's continued to flash.

"Turtle eggs", Shara thought, "He could have warned me of this. I must look aghast. Still...it is good not to have to fret anymore."

Gathering her dignity and lifting her chin like the royal person she was, Shara walked over to the towering, golden-braided man, taking the offered hand. She stood there silently for a moment, the smile on her lips. That her eyes smiled, even with a tinge of worry in them, could only be seen by Lord Reaver himself.

Softly, her voice unwavering the plumb, young woman in a simple knee-length tunic and pantaloons began to address the gathered public: "I stand before you here today, as I am, unmasked. This is a day I shall never forget, my first full day here, my new home to be. I am already much impressed and intrigued by all I have seen. I feel a bond will grow between myself and Pantera, a bond that will flow true in the veins of my sons and daughters. Lords and Ladies and Panteran's all, I stand here honoured to have been found worthy of this task. Honoured and pleased to be here, I look upon our future together with great expectations."

She looked over the gathered growd once more, a bright smile on her face before turning to look at Dayne again. The smile on Shara's face turns radiant, her eyes twinkling and she whispers very quietly to Dayne: "I do wish you had let me know. I could have worn my armor. All the glittery stuff and painted my face." She pauses and continues, " I think you have made an excellent choice, Lord Reaver. And I will prove it to you."

The Evenstar dipped his head to speak wit his future wife as the cameras flashed and the Lords and Ladies assembled applauded. "There will be plenty of time for gilt and glitter... Besides, you look radiant."

Raising his eyes to the crowd again, Dayn smiled and said."Then you are all dismissed! Those who would attend the wedding should be arriving here before the end of the week. I intend for us to be wed as soon as possible, for I can barely contain myself in the presence of my bride to be..."

Taking her smaller hand in his massive one, the warrior raises them high.

"Go, Shara. Ready yourself..."

Dayne sighed. As much sa he looked forward to his new wife, he was a bit worried. He had rushed into it a bit, but there were many reasons for that. His biggest worry was that she would not be pleased with his beloved Pantera...

Mostly pleased with how things had gone, Shara returned to her bedroom for a short rest. The room was empty, she was alone for the first time in many days.

Resting in the silence, laying on her bed thoughts come unbidden. "What did I get myself into? It is not the offial things that worry me so, I am well trained...but the rest." Shara closes her eyes and words that she never remembered even hearing before echo in her head.

"I can barely contain myself in the presence of my bride to be..."
"The kisses of a woman who has been humbled are much sweeter for it."
"Is the time right for me to take you, as the great sea turtle would do its prey?"

"Those words", she thinks,"both frighten and exhilarate me at the same time. He speaks of matrimonial duties, I think. Although I am not quite sure. Not quite sure about anything when it comes to this man. His eyes are beautiful though, very beautiful. And he is strong. Too strong, he could snap my neck with one slap. But that would not benefit him in anyway, so I won't worry about that."

The weary young woman runs her fingers through her fine, silky black hair. "And those braids. He is gorgeous....I wish I could speak to the others, but it is not customary. Soon, by the end of the week, I will -know- him." Shara swallows, closes her eyes and drifts to light sleep.

[A most enthusiastic tag]

A knock on the door awakened Shara from her sleep. Blinking the last remnants of a very pleasant dream off of her eyes, she bade the knocker to enter and sat up.

A short, slight woman with sea-green eyes entered quickly, carrying a folded piece of paper. "It is from His Holiness", Anee announced handing the paper to Shara.

Shara's grey eyes popped wide open. With concern in her voice she asked Anee: "Is he upset with me?"

Anee tilted her head to the side, looking a little offended, "I do not read your mail, Holy Sister Shara. You know that."

Shara smiled at Anee apologetically, her eyes already roaming on the contents of the paper. After an excruciating minute or two, Shara bursted suddenlt in a relieved laughter. "Oh, Anee. He is not upset at all. He thinks this is a good thing...and pleads us to travel to the Island as soon as we can after the wedding..."

Shara falls silent again, reading further. "Aunt Ashila is coming to the wedding!", she exclaims delightedly. Both women smile as brightly as the Atarkhan sun. "She will arrive tomorrow...I can hardly wait!"

"Anee, go find out if Lord Reaver has time to meet me, would you?" Shara says politely. Anee bows and retreats from the room quickly.

The Lord Reaver was in the courtyard when Anee found him. Stripped to the waist, his thick, powerful muscles churning and rippling beneath his bare hide. He was drenched in sweat despite the crisply cool wind of the Panteran morning. His massive, blunted broadsword seemingly weightless in his hand, he powered against his opponent.

This man was seemingly very very old. His face was lined with wrinkles and scars and his hair was grey and thinning. He moved, however, with the fluid grace of a warrior, his smaller longsword licking out and touching the Evenstar in a dozen different places.

Aside from a soft grunt occasionally, the two men fought in grim silence, the only sound the ringing clash of their steel.

When the spar had gone on for roughly ten minutes, the two men stopped and shook hands. Dayne's admiration for the old man was immediately apparent, and he clapped the man on the back as he turned to Anee,"Ahhh! The Beautiful Herald! It does my heart well to see you this morning... May I introduce my oldest friend and advisor, already a god-like legend here in Pantera, Caval the Warhound."

Caval said nothing, but only bowed gracefully, returning his blunted longsword to its rack before wiping the sweat from his face.

The Evenstar, still soaked with sweat stood, looking at Anee for a moment before arching an eyebrow and tossing his braids back over his shoulder,"Well? I'm sure you dinna come to see me dance around with a sword. What's your business this morning?"

He listened politely to her request before nodding and tossing his sparring sword to an attendant and making his way into the Palace, careless of the sweat that coated his still naked chest and arms.

He knocked politely on the door of his future wife and waited, wondering why she would send for him...

"Enter!", rang the female voice from inside the room. As the door opened Shara asked, without turning to look, "Did you find him? Will he be able to see me today?"

Something in the moment of silence made her turn. Drawing a deep breath, Shara spoke quickly, her voice wavering slightly "Lord Reaver! I was not expecting...I was only expecting a word..." Motioning to the chair at the desc she continued "Please, have a seat."

As the door closed leaving them alone a part of her wanted to call for someone, anyone. The man was frightfully gorgeous and even more overpowering than she had imagined. His scent seemed to fill the room just like his body filled the doorframe. An odd, tingling sensation in her stomach sent a warm wave all over her body, making her face fluster.

Clearing her throat that felt oddly swollen she addressed Dayne again "Lord Reaver, I presume you have received a telegram as well, so I will not iterate it further. The one item I wished to discuss is the arrival of my aunt, Royal Councellor Ashila tomorrow.With your permission, of course, I ask she be given the adjoining room, if at all possible..."

Shara's voice died of slowly. Her heart beat fast, her palms were sweatting. She tried to avert her eyes from the naked chest of Dayne, but they kept wandering back the moment she was not concentraing. Finally she solved the problem by lifting her gaze to his face.

Seemingly unaware of the girl's discomfort, the Evenstar simply nodded his head and took a few steps nearer, saying,"Of course, my bride... She wills stay wherever you please. This will soon be your Palace, so I suggest you get to know the servants. They will handle anything you require..."

Leaning close, the Evenstar pulled a breath of the clean scent of the woman through his nostrils. His approval apparent, he inclines his head,"If that is all....? I would like you to come on a ride with me, this evening. There is a place I wish to show you..."

Not waiting for an answer, the Evenstar bowed his head and said,"I shall expect you to be ready to ride an hour before dusk. There are many things we need to discuss... and do." He eyed the girl, as if wondering if she understood.

Turning quickly and closing the door behind him, the Evenstar made his way to his quarters to wash the stink of sweat and dust from him, and to change into fresh clothing. So much remained to be done before the wedding, and seemingly everything had to be approved by the Lord Reaver...

Clearing his thoughts of preperations, he turned them to his bride, and the ride they would take. He had much to tell her, but he feared her response when she learned of Richenda...

"Ride?", Shara though. "I certainly did not bring anything suitable for riding. What do they ride here anyway?"

Quickly she walked to the door, opened it and spoke to the guard outside. "Lord Reaver is taking me for a ride this evening. Have a servant bring me an outfit suited for the sport."

Shara walked back inside oblivious to the one odd glance the otherwise stoic guard gave her before replying, "It shall be done immediately, Lady Shara."

Her day had passed slowly. Alone in her room she awaited for the sun to move across the sky-shield. "Where is Anee? I could have used someone to speak with..."

Eventually, there was a knock at the door and the short, slight woman entered. Her eyes twinkling brightly Anee quickly walked over to Shara and at her earlier request did not bow.

Quickly they dressed Shara in the clothes brought to her: a full-length pantskirt of marroon suade, a simple blouse and a fitted jacket to match the skirt. "At least I have my very best boots with me", Shara remarked to Anee while she was braiding her shoulder-length hair.

As Shara walked out to the courtyard, she looked up to the sky. "Early again. I always do this. Ah well. I suppose I can wait here." She settled on a bench near the main entrance.

Descending the great steps of the Seastone Palace to join Shara, Dayne barked an order for their horses to be brought. Dressed in pair of finely tooled black leather pants and a loose white shirt, the Evenstar lookeds cooly at his ease. He smiled to Shara and offered,"You look gorgeous, Lady Shara... I hope you enjoy our ride. Panteran horses are some of the finest stock on earth. Atop them you feel as if you are riding the wind..." He smiles and gestured to a large attendant who led their horses across the courtyard.

A fierce black stallion, his mane blazed with white danced impatiently at the end of his reign, the beast blew through its nostrils and rolled its eyes at the attendant, but calmed when it saw Dayne. Taking the reigns, he looked to Shara, and the other horse, a magnificent mare, her coloring a deep grey, almost the color of a stormcloud. Her hooves dainty and flanks delicately muscled, she was small but looked built for speed.

He watched, gauging the girl's reaction before saying,"She is yours. She cost me a fortune, but a finer beast will not be found. She is from the mountains of the Vale, trained by tribesmen who are still wild and uncivilized. I hope you like her..."

Shara admired the mare for a long time, perhaps longer than needed to settle herself. "She is lovely, Lord Reaver...Very lovely. I am but an adequate rider, but anyone would enjoy her..."

She flung herself upon the storm-grey mare in a manner that made her words seem too modest.

"Where shall we ride today, Lord Reaver?"

{OOC: Once again this scene was written by Atarkhos and myself on AIM. Her posts will be in bold.}

Smiling wordlessly Dayne swung up into his own saddle and wheeled his stallion. The powerful horse danced wildly but kicked into a gallop and was off, Dayne leaning with the burst of speed. Across the courtyard and through the massive iron gates that centered the great curtain wall they flew, Dayne glancing back occasionally to see if his bride to be followed.

Shara leaned down to pat the mare's neck gently, then spurred her to follow after the galloping stallion. Lightfooted, the mare hooves sprung from the ground almost effortlessly. "She enjoys running", Shara thought, "And why not? She is evidently very good at it. I just wish now I had joined the cavalry instead of..." It was surprising that the distance between the rides grew so slowly, given that the latter was completely unfamiliar with both the steed and the terrain.

Down the great slope of the landward side of the Cliffs of Toke they rode, the thunder of their hooves masked by the thick grass that covered the ground. To the east the slope descended, a few cars making the long ride from the Palace down to the city of Toke. With darkness falling the city's lights began to flicker on and soon it seemed as if a glittering necklace of jewels lay around the foot of the rise and along the coast.

Slowing his horse as they neared the edge of the great Cliffs, Dayne brought Shara up short behind him. Leading her down a barely visible trail and out onto a ledge that was hidden from above. A thick carpet of grass underfoot, Dayne dismounted and tied his horse to a small tree and helped Shara down from her own horse.

Leading her down the ledge and into a small thicket of trees, he pulled back a branch and allowed her to move into a small clearing. From this clearing near three thoousand feet above the crashing waves of the the Blood Bay, one could see near everything. The distant sun, nearly set now, lent its fiery light to the already crimson tinted waters of the Bay, causing it to almost glow. Capping waves caught the sunlight and reflected it back, red-gold.

In a softly reverent voice, Dayne spoke,"The Blood Bay, in all its glory. That is Pantera at its finest, My Lady..."

So easily he could just push her down and no-one would ever know. So easily one could harm the other. Harm or kill. "A good thing I have no ill intentions," she thought, "but lets find out what he plans."

She walked to the edge of the cliff, looking down to the surface far below. As is mesmerised by the sea, she stood there for a good five minutes before turning her head.,"It is beautiful, Lord Reaver", she said softly, "Very beautiful."

His eyes on the girl, not on the view, Dayne nodded,"Yes. Beautiful..."

Seating himself on the grass and staring out across the waves, he said,"There is something we must discuss... Now, it may anger you... But...'

"I was married once before." Pausing, he watched Shara's face for a moment before continuing,"Yes, I loved her very much. Sadly, I was called to war for a number of months. When I returned she was a changed creature. She dranka nd cursed, rather than being the sweet woman that I married. One morning I found her atop my Seadragon Tower with another man..." He paused and took a deep breath, the scorching rage of that morning coming back to him in an instant.

The girl turns her grey eyes on Dayne, watching him silently for a moment,"It is not my place to say, but in my country such a deed would not go unpunished. Ever."

A grim laugh escaped Dayne's lips before he shook his head,"I killed him. With my bare hands I ripped his skull open... But he was not the point of my wrath... It was her. Her, who I had loved so much. I wanted her blood, I will admit it... But I wanted her love far more..."

Shara lowered her gaze, looking into the darkening waves below. She had known love was not kind as long as she could remember. Still, knowing she was to marry a man who loved another woman, loved her so much that he'd forgiven her betrayal... It hurt, somehere deep inside it hurt. Her anger rose slowly, her eyes darkening

Her expression tightly controlled, she asked Dayne "What is the name of your first wife, Lord Reaver?"

The Evenstar's smile was sad as he waved a hand,"I see you are angry... Do not be. Her betrayel was met with banishment from sight and mind. She is dead to me now... I actually thank her, at times. My hatred kept me alive during the dark hours of war, and I survived...'

"Her name is Princess Richenda of the Silver Cities, but here in Pantera she is known as Brelgerra, the Betrayor Queen."

She saw there would be no use discussing this further, so she nodded curtly,"And the rest of them, Lord Reaver?[i]"

Laughing, the Evenstar broke from his dark thoughts and looked up to Shara,"The rest of them I loved, in a way. I like to think they loved me as well, however briefly..." He watched her carefully, his previous lapse in control vanished as if it never came.

The plump, grey-eyed woman say, without even trying to mask her puzzlement, "[i]You loved them, Lord Reaver? I don't understand. Where are they? Will I meet them? How many are there, actually?"

She continues quickly, "The other wives, I mean."

"Wives?" The Evenstar asked, chuckling,"No. No more wives, only the one. The rest were but kind maidens who had the grace to love me for a time."

Sharas knees buckle, but she regains her balance quickly. Just two of wives and the other is away. Obviously things will be harder than expected. But she had agreed, everything was set and to admit the truth to herself, he fascinated her.

Slowly, with practiced grace the woman sits down, crossing her legs,You said we had much to talk about, Lord Reaver?[i]"

Dayne's smile slipped a bit, but shaking his head he said,"No, My Lady, that is what I brought you here to say... That.. And..."

Reaching out to run his powerful fingers down her cheek gently, his voice again echoes in the stillness of the evening,"And that I swear to you that those others are but memories. Should you still feel fit to be my bride, I will have none but you... I swear it on my Honor and on my Lands. I would not hold you to the agreement we made unless it still pelases you to do so... But if you do, I would have a similar vow from you. On your life, you would be my wife, and love no other..."

Shara glances quickly down the cliffs. If it gets too much for her, she can always find her way back here,[i]"It is not what I expected, Lord Reaver, but it changes nothing", she says looking directly into his purple eyes,"I have given my reply. It remains the same. It is your right to choose the number of your wives, after all."

She smiles hesitantly. "Of course I will be your bride."

Dayne bowed his head thankfully and rose, offering his hand to Shara. Pleased with the results of the ride, Dayne yearned for a kiss, but decided to wait. Mounting, he led them back up the great cliff to his Palace where he bid her goodnight with great reluctance.

The touch of Dayne's fingers on Shara's cheek lingered long, time and time again she recalled the feeling. He had not kissed her this time, but the memory of the earlier ones arose unbidden. His image from the previous morning, naked to the waist, watched her from her memories. All the night she tossed and turned restlessly, it was nearly dawn before Shara finally fell asleep.

At noon she was woken by a gentle, amused voice. "So this is the reason you did not come to meet me in town. If I didn't know you better, I might think you've been gallivanting all night."

The plump young woman's grey eyed popped open and peered into an almost identical pair. "Aunt Ashila!", Shara exclaimed. "You have arrived already."

The older woman grinned. "Already, dear? I have awaited for two hours for you to wake up. Come now, let us go get lunch." She quickly grew solemn, "Oh, Shara. How I wish your mother was here to see this."

The younger woman nodded, her eyes clouded. As if to change the subject Shara asked, "You are not angry that I ...?"

"That you took poor Samirna's place?", Ashila continued Shara's sentence. "No, dear. I knew what you had done, I could have stopped it. I just felt you deserved to get out for once." With a glint of humor mixed with worry she continued quietly, "Never did I think this would be the result. That you would be the one and all this haste. Shara, are you happy?"

"Yes, Aunt. I am happy. Happy but nervous. I never thought I would be the one either, but he seems to like my flaws. Aunt Ashila, he only has one other wife. I don't know what to make of that. On the other hand it makes me proud that there will not be others, on the other it unnerves me. He is a very virile man, Aunt."

With a dry chuckle, Ashila said, "Let me help you get dressed so I may see him in person. He is awaiting us for lunch in just twenty minutes."

The setting was intimate. They were set around a large table, its stone surface polished to a glossy sheen. The table had been placed along a huge picture window, outside of which the rolling landward side of the cliffs could be seen. The table was set with a number of platters, all heaped with fresh fruit, deliciously choice slices of meat and breads, and all manner of sweets and cakes. Pitchers of iced wine and water were numerous as well as one pitcher of beer.

Taking the of beer up and pouring himself a generous glass, he replaced the pitcher and looked across the table. He wasn't sure what to think of the woman who sat alongside Shara, but his bride seemed to be pleased with her arrival.

He took a long swallow of the beer as he watched her. It was dark and yeasty, so thick he could almost chew it. Delicious, he thought. Wiping the back of a hand across his mouth he spoke,"Lady Ashila, I'm pleased you've chosen to come to Pantera, though I'm confused as to what your exact rule among the Sisters is..."

Shaking her head, smiling gently the older woman said, "No, no..I am not one of the Emperor's Sisters. I am of another line entirely. But if you ask what my official position is, it would be the chief of all Councellors as well as the personal advisor of His Holiness."

Flashing a warm smile at Ashila, Shara continued, "She is also the twin sister of my mother...and..." She cut off suddenly, looking at Ashila for a long time.

A slow, incredulous and delighted smile took over the plumb young woman's face. "Oh, Aunt Ashila..This does mean you can now be married, doesn't it? After all these years..."

The older woman nodded solemnly, "It would be legal now, but I don't know. It really is his decision."

Shara turned to Dayne again, "I am sorry, I should maybe explain a little. My mother Elisha was Aunt Ashila's twin and the last wife of my late father. I'm the only child of that marriage, but because I exist and the rules of genealogy are binding, my brother Emperor Ushar has not been legally able to marry Ashila."

Shara tells Dayne, squeezing Ashila's hand gently, "They have loved each other ever since they were children. It is one of those tales that make the Atarkhan maiden's weep..."

"As for her duties, she is far too modest", Shara continues, "She is the one who makes everything run smoothly. And that is not a task any sane person would envy."

The older woman blushes faintly at the praise, her grey eyes twinkling very much alike Shara's as she turns to look at her niece. "Shara dear, cease this...or I will tell Lord Reaver about all the embarrassing things you did as a child."

The women both smile at each other, their closeness evident and fall silent.

Pouring himself another glass of beer, the Evenstar watched the two women.

Enjoying their banter, he sipped at his beer until they fell silent. A slight smile on his face, he said,"It is good to have family that you can love and confide in. Your bond is one that should remain strong..."

"My own family is gone now..." He swallows, his gaze falling to the tabletop for a moment before rising abck to the women, his purple stare intense,"But now, with Lady Shara I hope to begin a new life, and a new reign, here in Pantera..."

Dayne watched Ashila for a moment longer before continuing,"As to your unrealised love, I understand how painful that can be... But, there is always the dusk, no? Life goes on, and perhaps you will find someone who rekindles the spark..."

He let the comment hang in the air, taking a long swallow of the dark beer and sighing in pleasure as he watched.

Ashila studied Dayne for a long moment, her grey eyes solemn. Is it possible he has formed an attachment already, she wondered. Or beginning to, at least.

"Shara-dear, please, allow me a moment alone with Lord Reaver, if you would?", she asked smiling gently.

Shara rolled her eyes. "Very well, Aunt. But only because otherwise you will either say what you have on your mind right here or sneak out later. I will wait in the other end of the room."

She turns to Dayne, smiling hesitantly, "She...I don't know what she will say. But I trust it not to be anything bad. Only embarrassing. I will be examining that beautiful tapestry there. Do call me when you are done." Shara walked quickly away from the table, her brow furrowed.

Talking softly, Ashila turned to Dayne, "This is not an easy thing to say, Lord Reaver. Please, take no offense, the fault is not yours. When Shara's mother died, she was placed with another of the late Emperor's wives. She grew up in that complex and her room was next to Anee's..."

Her eyes darkening, the silvery stars flashing, "She was the only one to know what went on in that room. Anee's husband was a bitter, violent man, unable to forget that he was not the Emperor. He took that rage out on his wife. Anee never complained, but Shara heard it all. Rationally, she knows not all men beat their wives daily, but... I believe the real reason she remained unmarried so long is the fear she has inside. Please, be gentle with her. She trusts you already more than I have ever seen her trust a man, save two of her brothers."

Ashila looked at the young woman standing on the other end of the room, pretending to be interested in the tapestry. "When she speaks of you, she does not have that haunted look. She is a rare gem, Lord Reaver. Opal with a fire inside. She will adorn your crown if you let her shine and polish her gently."

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Good.. Very good..

Ashila allowed the Lord Reaver a moment to absorb what he had just heard, before motioning to Shara that she could return. Quickly, before the younger woman was withing a hearing distance, she whispered, "Has the date been settled, Lord Reaver?"

Shara walked back slowly, her face unreadable by any but those who knew her very well. She felt like a school-girl again, sent away so the grown-ups could speak. She knew she could have refused, but what would have been the point. Obviously, whatever her aunt had had to say was so important that she had breached the etiquette. That was rare to the extreme.

Silently Shara returned to her chair, settling between Ashila and the Lord Reaver. The silvery stars in Shara's grey eyes twinkled querulantly as she awaited for either of them to speak.

"The end of the week, M'lady. Guests should begin arriving today..."

His cup was empty once again, so Dayne took the moment to refill it. This wokan's revelations explained much, but also offered difficulties of hteir own. Dayne himself had killed women before. He had beaten them with his fists, shot them down, and cut them to pieces with his blade. However, that was in war. He had also ordered men lashed and quartered for laying hands to women who did not deserve it.

Deciding he needed time to reflect, he rose,"I apologize, but I will leave the two of you to chat. There is still much to be done, today, and noone to do it all save for me. Your pardons, Ladies..."

{OOC: Apologies about the bunk post, I'm short on time this morning, but I plan to get things rolling faster when I get back later.}

BUMP

So it is easy to find..

The Evenstar devoted the rest of the day to drinking more of the fine, dark beer alone in his study. He took a few visitors and gave numerous orders for the organization of the wedding, but mostly he thought upon the things he had done.

So much lay undone in his young life life. Only twenty three, he had accomplished much in his young life, to be sure. He had been one of the youngest men to lead the Reavers into battle at fifteen, and he had earned his Soulname, Evenstar, before that, when most men did not earn the Honor until late in life. He had taken cities, waged wars, slain men and ordered genocide. On the other hand he had liberated nations, freed slaves, killed deviants, and ruled with Justice when he could.

He had lived a full life that many men would envy, thin or flush, that was to be sure. Yet, when he reflected, all he could remember was raging hate and creeping fear...

Richenda had betrayed him, and shamed him before the world. He had killed her lover and banished her, but still, a void remained inside him where she once stood... The man's gore had felt good on his hands, he was willing to admit, but to his shame he had never learned the man's name. In his prayers he had honored every man he had ever killed, even though he was not extremely religious, but he could not bring himself to do it to this man. It seemed a betrayel to his own soul when he tried... He did not regret killing the man, but he did regret the loss of his love, and the loss of so much they could have had. Richenda was his Light, and she had betrayed him...

Now, though, he had a chance to change things in his life. Shara was a fine woman, and she intrigued him. More than mere interest, she sparked in him something that he thought was gone: desire for companionship, and maybe love...

Her smile made him swell inside and her flaws only made her seem more desirable to him. The Lady Shara made him, if only for a moment, forget the betrayel of Richenda and the death of Bastien, which was still fresh on his soul, only a month gone. He mourned his brother, but intended that his rule would be spoken of even in the High Halls of Valhalla, where Bastien would hear of it...

He would marry Shara, and she would give him strong heirs to continue his line. Stong sons who would be fine warriors, and princesses whose beauty and wit would shock and awe the world. He could imagine it, a dream almost unbelieveable...

But soon it would be realised...

With that thought, he drained the last of his glass and went to gather another pitcher of the fine, dark beer.

-Tag for a good read-

The plumb, young woman sat panting on the highest accessible place atop the walls of the Seastone Palace. The last three years of inactivity had clearly made her less fit, but her skills had not vanished. The sun was setting in the horizon, turning the distant sea into orange and gold wrinkled silk.

"I should start to work on my climbing more", Shara thought touching her softened mid-section, "Although maybe it doesn't matter now as this will soon be swelling with a child." An incredulous smile spread on her face. A child, her very own child. Hers and the Lord Reaver's. But before that certain other things would need to come pass.

She lifted her gaze to the setting sun, its crimson rays accentuating the blush on her face. He had not touched her today, she realised. Yesterday he had and she could still recall his fingers on her cheek, the warmth of his breath earlier, the several chaste kisses and the strange tightening in her stomach at the sight of his half-naked body. Like a lighting bolt it hit her that she missed his touch, yearned for something more. Something that fascinated and frightened her at the same time.

He remained a mystery to her. His manners were awful according to Atarkhan standards, but Pantera had her own codes of acceptable behaviour. Besides, he was the Emperor of this land, even though not called that. He was entitled to behave any way he should wish. Some of that was worrisome, the tales of his deeds, his acts in the war, the manner of execution of the First Wife's lover, the violence hidden from her. Then in contrast was the treatment he had given her ever since the first dinner.

It would take a lifetime to figure him out, if it was at all possible. But then, she thought, it is a lifetime that I have. A lifetime with him and his children. Again her thoughts wandered back to the children and inevitably to the wedding night. Shaking her head, she looked to the sun that was slipping below the horizon, stood up and climbed back down. On the way to her room, she knew the same thoughts would return as soon she lay in her bed and she didn't mind it, at all.

As the first rays of the rising sun crept down the walls of Seastone Palace, Shara was already up waiting for her breakfast. Having slept very well, she found herself being energetic and in a fine mood.

Today she would look around, start to find out what her future home was like and who all lived there. For the wedding day was almost upon her. The thought tied another knot in her stomach.

She decided not to bother the Lord Reaver, but took instead Anee along. Together they wandered the main corridors of the castle getting an idea what was where. Having walked a couple of hours, Shara motioned to a bench by a window. "Let us rest a while, Anee."

Shara rubbed her feet while Anee looked out the window. A soft gasp made Shara look at her slight relative. "Anee, what is it? And why are you turning so red?"

Anee turned to smile, somewhat sheepishly at the plumb, young woman. "He was there",she said, her face burning, "Practising his swords..."

Shara's face remained impassive, but her thoughts raged. Who was 'he'? Dayne? Why is Anee blushing so? Is she interested in him?

Slowly Shara spoke, her voice controlled. "The Lord Reaver was there? Training?"

Anee gave her head a shake. "No, Holy Sister, not the Lord Reaver." Her tone softened and her seagreen eyes sparkled in a manner Shara never rembered having seen them. Anee spoke just one word: "Caval".

A silence fell, lasting seemingly an eternity. Then Shara asked curiously, "Who is 'Caval'?"

Anee's reply came quietly. "A Lord of Pantera and the finest warrior I ever saw...including the Lord Reaver. But it is hopeless. I am sure he has...someone. And even if not...Who would want me?"

Shara stood up, her countenance darkening. "Anee! Any man with half a brain. You are a lovely person. Forget my brother..." She swallowed and continued, "Anee dearest, there is nothing wrong with you."

Anee bowed her head, in a gesture of obeissance. She looked pleased, but they both knew she would not really believe without proof. As if by a silent agrement the women stopped talking and returned to their rooms.

OOC: Apologies about my absence. Yesterday was a mess of drugs and booze, so I couldn't make it home. Today is recovery day. I'll be back tomorrow to write some more. Apologies, Atarkhos.

The plumb, young woman sat crosslegged on her bed, reading the article. They were making it sound like she was a human sacrifice on the altar of International Politics. In a way, they were right. Of course she was here because it was hoped good things would come to Atarkhos for it. But they wrote too much about wars and violence. The paper flattened the Lord Reaver into a cardboard cutout of a callous killer.

Of course she knew he killed, had killed and would kill again. But that was reality. Everyone did. Well, she never had, but she had the skills. Reading this this article angered and worried her. Where was the man she knew? The man with compassion, the man with most delightful sense of humor and witty arguments, the man whose purple gaze made pleasant shiver run down her spine was completely forgotten.

A strong wish to see him overtook her. Maybe to confirm she was right that she had not imagined those fine qualities. Maybe she hoped for another kiss without admitting it to herself. Maybe other reasons. Sighing Shara put away the paper, stood up and went to seek the Lord Reaver.

OOC: *sighs* Sorry, family drama last night and this morning. My apologies, but I'm fighting to get back here. Trust me, I would much rather be writing with you than fighting with my family. I've managed to steal a few minutes to check on things here, but I'll try to get back tonight, if at all possible.

With the day, and the beer, gone, Dayne had taken to sipping brandy in his solar, the windows throw wide to allow the dying rays of the setting sun and the crisply cool evening air into the room.

His eyes were unfocused as he gazed out onto the lapping waves of the ocean, so far below. His thoughts bounced from one place to another, never still. They touched on AMF, guests for the wedding, more beer, and even hash, but mostly they stuck on Shara. He could not keep her from his thoughts, especially after drinking for so long...

With a soft sigh he placed his glass on the table and rose, moving to the window. Placing his hands on the bottom sill he leaned out, taking a deep, cleansing breath of the cold air. A sharp gust swung one of his braids wildly and he smiled. It was a fine evening...

The temperature of the room was dropping steadily, along with the sun, but the Evenstar had always loved the cold. He loved the way it tempered the scorching heat of his soul, balancing it with its own icy touch. Yes. He had always loved the cold...

He was caught up in the view and his reverie when he noticed his heart begin to thump wildly and a strangely comforting finger of warmth ran up his spine. He had never felt anything quite like it.

It was almost startling, yet certainly exhilerating. Confused by the sensation, he turned from the window and saw it was her...

He could smell the scent of her hair, soapy and clean with a light hint of perspiration left over from the days heat. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the experience. His eyes caressed her form, taking her in from head to toe, hungrily.

When his own eyes finally found hers, they blazed with a purple intensity. His voice was soft when he spoke without thinking,"You are truly beautiful... My sun and stars."

Blinking, he paused for a moment, regretting his words, but after a moment, decided they were fitting.

Running his tongue across his strong, white teeth, he raised his hand and
beckoned to her,"Come to me, Shara... Share my view?"

She found him standing by a window, the setting sun casting a golden aura around him. For a moment she stood there watching his back, then she approached him, making sure her feet did make a sound.

It was cold, Shara halted for a second to wrap her overrobe tightly around herself. His voice made her glance up, the words took her by surprise. It was not what she'd have expected to hear. Not from the Lord Reaver.

There was no time to consider the implications of his poetic outburst. When his gaze met hers a shockwave shook her to the core resonating in every cell of her body. Gathering her willpower the plumb young woman with silvery-grey eyes walked over to Dayne. Offering her hand to him she said, "Nothing would please me more, Lord Reaver."

She withdrew her hand reluctantly. She had missed him and these formerly unknown feelings. His presence both excited anf frightened her, although she had to admit she feared her own emotions more than him. Perhaps to fight the sudden urge to throw herself at him, she presented her excuse for seeking him out.

"It seems," Shara said in a soft, husky tone, "It seems that Anee has met a young man who has quite impressed her. A Warrior Lord or something of that sort, if I understood her correctly. She said his name was Caval."

Shara lifted her twinkling gaze at Dayne. "Perhaps you know him, Lord Reaver? Since she met him in the palace and all."

Her voice trailed off at the end ending in a nervous swallow, his scent and the scent of his beer mingling together in her nostrils. Shara was suddenly very glad that the wedding was arranged at a speed never heard of on Atarkhos, a year of this would have driven her up the walls, both literally and figuratively.

Dayne's forehead creased slight, in confusion, before he burst into laughter. Seeing the girl's look, he waved a hand and leaned against the windowsill once more,"I did not mean to make light of you, Shara... But my Warhound is far from a 'young man'. He's at least sixty... Not sure exactly how old, though. Aye, he's wrinkled, old, and as savage a warrior as has ever walked the earth."

Still chuckling, Dayne tossed his braid back over his shoulder before contiuning,"And you say the Beautiful Herald is taken with my Hound? That is quite a thing, I'll admit. I remember introducing him, in the yard that morning..."

Shaking his head slightly, the Evenstar rubbed at a cheek. It was numb from the booze and the cold, but he felt fine, at the moment. Looking his bride to be over once more, he felt a stirring urge inside himself.

Without thinking, he dipped his head and kissed her. Passionate it was, and deep. His hand came up to clasp her behind the neck and pull her closer. His lips crshed against hers fiercely, almost violently. Underneath the layer of passion, though, the kiss was tender. His tongue tasted her mouth and he became even more incensed.

Pulling away from the kiss was one of the hardest things he had ever done, yet he knew that if he continued with it that his loins would conquer, and he would take her wether she willed it or no...

He opened his mouth to apologize, but stopped and decided against it. Instead he only watched, judging her reaction.

Shara blinked slowly. Savage warrior? Over sixty? She didn't have time to finish the thought for suddenly he was there, his lips hungrily devouring hers. The kiss so different from the sweet teases of the ones before. Her heart missed a beat and then it was over.

Bemused, she stood there watching him as he watched her. Was this yet another test? Was he trying to see if she would flee? Or behave improperly? Shara did not know, the man was full of surprises. But even more than his behaviour she was surprised by her own violent response. Her heart was beating hard as if trying to catch up the lost beat, her breathing was ragged and uneven. Uncertainly she touched her lips with her finger, they felt different, swollen but not hurt.

"Day...Uh...Lord Reaver", she uttered blushing deeply as she felt his eyes on her intensely, "I...I don't understand. I don't know what to say."

Holding her ground, she stood there watching him with her silvery eyes that glimmered in the way that none who has ever seen such a look could mistake for anything else: She wanted him. She fell silent, struggling with her own feelings. Perhaps it was a blessing she did not have a mirror in front of her for she would have seen a stranger in it, a woman longing for the touch of her lover.

The fear came too. Fear of hard slaps and rough words. Fear of the unknown and fear of failure. This was not right, this had to end. Fear had to be driven back. If it was to be, it was to be. If...

Shara shook her head as if to banish an unpleasant thought. She lifted her gaze back up to Dayne's purple orbs. "I don't understand this...nor your ways, Lord Reaver. I plead you to tell me what it is you wish of me."

The Royal Councellor Ashila entered the bedrrom, her eyes roaming over it. "She isn't here, Anee?", the middle-aged woman with silvery eyes asked they younger woman.

"No, Councellor. Holy Sister Shara has gone to seek the Lord Reaver", the slight woman's sea-green orbs showed a flash of worry when she continued, "Alone."

This was unexpected, though Ashila. Never would have expected that of my niece. Although she does have the other side, the side that makes her seek out challenges. She takes rarely risks though.

The two women looked at each other nodding slowly. It was evident they were thinking the same thing. Ashila's eyes took on a dreamy look as she thought of the own lover. Nay, her husband now. Anee blushed and sighed, her thoughts on an impossible, forbidden dream.

As is proper, Ashila was the one to break the silence. "You think he will be excercising his Priviledge?", she asked clearly nearly certain of the answer.


Anee shook her head slowly, "I would be surprised if he did not, Councellor Ashila. He appears to find her appealing and the feeling is mutual. I expect it depends on the Panteran customs."

The women fell silent for a moment, their thoughts on the possible actions of Shara and the Lord Reaver. Then they began slightly absentmindedly to discuss other things.

Dayne's grimace said much. His hands tightened at his bride's words, and for a moment, he regretted his haste in choosing her. However, he knew that it was only a passing feeling. This was the girl that stood, near-naked in his Great Hall, her head high and her challenge ringing in his ears.

Strange feelings warred inside him. On one hand, he desired her greatly, at least, the her that she sometimes seemed to be. On the other, he despised anyone who was indecisive, or inconsistent....

So, when he spoke, his words carried an edge to them, though beneath it there was still kindness,"What do I want from you, Shara? I want to see the fire that you showed in my Great Hall, that first day. I want to see the trimph in your eyes that showed when we stuck it to the Eunuch Councillor...'

"Most of all, I want to see you do as you yourself would choose. When we are wed you will be one of the most powerful women on the face of this earth, and for you to seem timid or indecisive is unacceptable. You have the power to do, and say, whatever you please. I have seen the streak of mischievious beauty that runs up your spine, and I will admit that it sets my blood to boiling...

"Yet, at times you dally about, trying to please me... That is not what I want, My Lady. I want a woman to keep me in line, to raise my children and to run my household, but above all I want my Queen Reaver to show me and the world the wildly furious woman that I decided to take as my own. I chose you for the spark I saw, girl, and for no other reason...

"You ask me to tell you what I wish of you? Well, I wish that you stop with the timidness and show me the fire that captivated me so. I chose you for the person that you are, Shara, not for the person that I would like for you to be, because I would like for you to be yourself, and nothing more."

She wanted to hit him. Her first instinct was to hurt him back. It was not fair. The grey eyes darkened and the silvery stars flashed like lightning from their stormy depths.


"I have been patient with your quirks, My Lord Reaver. You have said you want me, then gone back to indecision...several times. I never know what to expect."

She drew a deep breath. "You say the wedding will be very soon. Yet you have not touched me. Every time I see you I wonder if you will or not. And now this...."

Shara waved her hands about frustratedly. "You kiss me like that...and go away again. What the hell am I supposed to think?"

She thought for a while, falling silent. This was her life, no matter what would happen. The past was over.

She nodded once and lifted her sparkling eyes to Dayne. "Let me tell you what I want of you then, My Lord Reaver. I want you to use your right to inspect the wares...I would not want to be found lacking after bargain..."

Those purple eyes. Her anger was dissipating, replaced by other emotions.

Unflinching she continued, "And what I want from you, Dayne is to show me what kind of a man you really are. I want you...."

She stepped up quicker than a shadow and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. It was done.

Dayne's first instinct was to take her, then and there. She seemed to want it, and the Gods knew he wanted her, but...

His eyes blazing with admiration, he put his arms around the girl and crushed her against him. This is exactly what he wanted, though her ferocity had suprised him. He leaned close and pulled a breath from her hair, its scent now familiar, and incredibly arousing. Attempting to take his thoughts from her scent, he ran his hands along the small of her back and up to take her behind the neck once more.

With a sigh of surrender, he decided. Pulling her head and face away from him, he kissed her again, deeply and with passion. Her lips came to his hungrily, but he pulled away and pushed her back a step. Cupping her face in his huge, calloused hand, he smiled gently and said,"Come then, Shara..." He tasted the name, enjoying the way it spilled from his lips before continuing,"Come, and show me these wares that you speak of..."

Moving from the cool wind that sliced into the room, he pulled her by the hand toward the great hidebound chair that sat before the window. It was a huge piece, over-stuffed and bound with supply soft deerhide. Settling back into it, he released her and and raised his eyes to her face.

With a voice that was half command and half whisper, he spoke once more,"Show me then, my Queen. Show me..."

The insufferable man. Insufferable, impossible and just...irresistable. Shara's mind stormed. Conflicting emotions rushing over her. He'd never do anything the way she expected that much was clear to her.

Unceremoniously she began to strip off her clothes keeping her eyes on Dayne's face. She was not some dancing girl, she was going to show herself but not put up a show. In a couple of minutes she stood silently in front of him. Why was the man so difficult? Any other would have simply done it.

She was frightened, of course. Her whole life hung in balance this night. But this was the time. She knew she would manage somehow, even should he reject her. She knew Atarkhos would not defend her should that be. Grudgingly she admitted to herself that if he did cast her aside come morning, she herself would be the only one to hurt. But this was the time, the moment of destiny.

Formally, she spoke the traditional formula: "I have come to you as I was born. Grown into a woman, never touched by a lover. I am the apple on offer."

She stood there, quietly, looking regal in her nakedness. Using all her training to hide the raging emotions, her eyes never left Dayne's face.

The girl was incredible. He allowed his indigo-eyes to sweep her form silently. Beautifully firm in the choicest of places, while soft and sweet in others...

Finally, he raised his eyes ot her face, which recieved the longest look. When he finally rose, he continued to remain silent. He could see her stiffen slightly as a chilling gust of cold wind knifed through the room, but that only made her that much more beautiful.

Slowly, he raised a hand to touch her, gently at first. His strong hands traced the line of her jaw, the curve of a shoulder, and finally moved down to caress the soft skin beneath her breasts. He could feel the cold coarsing through her, causing bumps to stand out along her skin. He was pleased.

Moving slowly, he trailed his fingers along her neck and shoulders, and moved behind her. He traced the outline of her shoulderblades tenderly and leaned forward to take another intoxicating breath of her scent.

Running a knuckle up the curve of her spine, he leaned forward and brushed her hair from her neck. Slowly, he leaned even closer and placed the lightest of kisses on the pale skin of her shoulder. His hands ran gently, but firmly down her hips, feeling the cool skin of her tighten even further with the chill.

Finally he stopped. Moving once more, he stood before her and looked into the girl's eyes. His own eyes were hungry as he spoke a single word,"Magnificent..."

Shivers ran down the plumb, grey-eyed woman's back. Shivers from the cold for she was naked and shivers caused by his touch. She licked her lips and cleared her throat.

Suddenly her nervousness faded for a moment. She looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly. "Thank you, Lord Reaver. But it is rather cold to just stand here here. Let us proceed, if you please."

Her words were cool, the fire in her eyes was burning liquid silver. Curiosity, passion and a hint of fear mixed up with stubborn determination. She would not wait another day.

Dropping the ceremony she felt would not do any good, she told Dayne: "Take me."