Kalila - AU CC MATURE/ADULT [COMPLETE]

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Kalila - AU CC MATURE/ADULT [COMPLETE]

Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 2:54 pm

Title: Kalila
Rating: MATURE/ADULT
Author: Nicole
Disclaimer: ROSWELL does not belong to me.
Summary: Prequel
Note: Banner by Destinee

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Character list:

Main Characters:
Liz Parker is Kalila (means "well-loved")
Max Evans is Zan (means "one who protects mankind")
Kivar (means "intelligent")

Secondary Characters:
Maria DeLuca is Ria (means "graceful")
Michael Guerin is Rath (means "quick and agile wolf")
Isabel Evans is Vilandra (means "light sky")
Nicholas Crawford is Niko (means "those who conquer")
Tess Harding is Ava (means "spring")
Tynan (means "dark")
Ariann (means "full of grace and mercy")
Alex Whitman is Lexus (means "helper")
Kyle Valenti is Kayl (means "one who is handsome")
Serena (means “calm”)

Minor Characters:
Thane (means “king’s follower”)
Kathana (means "pure")
Larak (means "one who is crowned")
Courtney Banks is Cora (means “maiden”)
Nasedo is Nero (means “swimmer”)
Kal Langley is Kalib (means “one who is faithful and bold”)
Vanessa Whittaker is Vanea (means “white wave”)

Mentionables:
Ryley (means “courageous”)
Maxim (means “superior”)
Sero (means "blue-eyed ruler")
Hannar (means "merciful")
Ida Crawford is Idelle (means “industrious”)
T. Greer is Gren (means “watchful one”)
Walt Crawford is Wallache (means “stranger”)
Carlin (means “strong”)
Hal Carver (means “a robust and sturdy man”)
Galen (means “wise healer”)
Chordae (means “womanly”)
Briant (means “a strong leader with power and virtue”)
Shane (means “peaceable”)

History Lesson:

The Five Planet Alliance consists of the five inhabited planets in the Whirlwind Galaxy. Dagon is headed by Larak, Vaina by Sero, Claren by Hannar, Gorganin by Kathana, and Antar by King Tynan, to be succeeded by Crown Prince Zan. Antar is split into two portions; that of rich, fertile lands, and that of desert land. The desert portion is known as Paerhna, and is ruled over by Emperor Kivar (but Kivar is subject to Tynan). In Paerhna, there are eight governors, one for each of the divided provinces (to make sure Kivar doesn't have total power, but, there's a catch...). The Paerhnians are fed up with the Antarians, they want the good land, and stable environment, and they certainly do not want to put up with the overbearing Tynan as head of the planet.
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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 2:56 pm

KALILA Prologue

He rode his Gem horse through the dusty streets of the Zion province. It was the last of the eight provinces the new Emperor of Paerhna had to visit. His journeys to the previous seven had been most rewarding. He had succeeded in gaining support for the rebellion against Antar from the governors.

He had also managed to re-establish the traditional wife-giving ceremony, and had seven of the most exquisite specimens of femininity available already on their way back to his palace, to form a harem.

Now he was on his way to see Thane, governor of Zion. He had heard the man was fair and just, but weak. He would be easily persuaded to join the uprising. He might also be persuaded to provide adequate mounts for Paerhna’s warriors, seeing as Zion had the largest supply of Gems in the universe. Yes, Kivar thought, this province would be highly profitable.

He glanced lazily around the crowded market area, not noticing the lowly people rushing to get out of his way. His violet gaze skittered over small shops and loud merchants, and came to a sudden stop on a pair of girls.

One was fairly tall, possibly seventeen, with light brown hair that was almost a dark, dirty blond, and dark gray eyes. She was pretty, he supposed, but he bypassed her immediately. She was nothing compared to the vision beside her.

He felt a tightening in his loins as he watched the petite girl avidly. She was gorgeous. Utter perfection. Dark, rich, lustrous brown hair fell to her mid-back, deep brown eyes glittered in the sunlight, full lips begged to be kissed…But she looked so young.

He decided her age was of no consequence. Maturity would come, and he would be there every step of the way, molding her into the perfect companion, the perfect wife…

The perfect Queen.

He turned to the escort Thane had provided. “Who is that?” he demanded, pointing to the girl.
*~*~*

He followed the direction the Emperor’s finger was aimed at and saw the two girls. He figured Kivar was asking about Serena, the province’s beauty. He paused a moment to admire the long clean lines and ripe curves of the older girl, before answering Kivar.

“That is Serena and her sister. They’re the governor’s daughters,” he paused, then added, “Sweet girls, best in the province.” He nodded, secure in the knowledge that he had helped his Emperor.

“Really?” Kivar said, though it really wasn’t a question, “That’s interesting.”

He prodded his horse faster and the guard had to scramble to catch up, wondering the whole time why the Emperor looked so speculative.
*~*~*

“Do you understand my point of view, Governor Thane?”

“Yes, your Imperial Highness,” he responded eagerly, “Those Antarians need to be shown what for! I’d be honored to participate in disposing of that smug Tynan.”

Kivar smiled at him, and Thane began to feel that thrill of pride in serving his Emperor. He hadn’t had that feeling since becoming governor ten years ago. He fully admired the new ruler and was extremely pleased to be included in these plans of his.

“I thank you for your support Thane. But I’m sure you realize that as a new leader, I’ll need certain…reassurances, from the provinces.”

“Reassurances?” Thane questioned uneasily. What sort of reassurances was he talking about?

“Oh, don’t worry, nothing big,” Kivar said smoothly, assuaging the governor’s fears. Thane began to relax slightly, but tensed back up at the Emperor’s next words: “They’re just in exchange for protection.”

“Protection?” he asked guardedly.

“It’s a large world, war can sometimes…blur the lines between friend and foe. Personal guards stationed around could prevent a misidentification or an ill-fated incident,” he leaned forward, “Are you catching my drift Governor?”

“Y-yes, your Highness.” He cleared his throat, “What would reassure you of Zion’s loyalty?” Kivar smiled.

“That’s really, very easy. I simply wish to take possession of your daughter, Serena. She will become one of my wives, join the harem at the palace. I assure you, she will have the best of everything: food, lodgings, clothing, whatever her heart desires.”

Serena, Thane thought dully. This might not bode well for Zion. “I’m afraid that is quite impossible, sir, Serena is already betrothed.”

“Betrothed?” the Emperor frowned deeply, unnerving the governor.

“Yes, to a lord on Vaina. It would not be wise to break the intended marriage.” He sincerely hoped the Emperor would not push the issue. The up-coming nuptials would form a good alliance that, if Kivar’s plan did not succeed, might be useful.

“Well,” Kivar’s voice was dripping with fake sympathy, “That is unfortunate for you. Isn’t it governor?”

He felt his eyes widen in distress as the Emperor rose to leave. This would not do. He could not afford to alienate his ruler. “Wait,” he called, nearly frantic. Kivar turned, iced amethyst eyes watching him impatiently.

“What?”

“Mayhap…Mayhap we could strike a different bargain?” he suggested desperately.

He raised an eyebrow at the plea. “Very well,” he offered, “What do you have in mind?”

Thane thought quickly. “Wha-what if you took my second daughter instead.”

The intrigue in the purple eyes faded. “Is that it? From what I’ve seen, you’re other daughter is not worth my time.”

He gritted his teeth at the insult, but knew he couldn’t afford to offend the Emperor. “I’ll add a hundred Gems to sweeten the deal.”

Kivar appeared to contemplate the addition. He looked to be on the verge of saying ‘no’, but he couldn’t fool Thane. The governor knew that the horses were going to be needed. There was no way Kivar wouldn’t accept the gift of one hundred Gems, if he did, it would end up doing more harm than good.

“Very well. I’ll expect the horses along with the girl in two weeks. Good-day governor, it was a pleasure doing business with you.” He gave a fake smile and swept out the door, leaving behind a very stressed Thane.

“What have I done?” he asked himself wearily, picturing his small daughter in the arms of a man like that. He rose from his seat, a man with an unwanted burden, and prepared himself for carrying out the distasteful task.

He would have to tell his beloved child of her fate.
*~*~*

Kivar descended out to the gates of the palace in a foul mood. Today was the day that chit came from Zion. Imagine the nerve of that governor to even think a substitute would take the place of his dark-haired desire. Like he would even touch the dirty-haired sister! Although, the horses would serve him well. That, at least, was something.

He vaguely heard the guardians announcing his presence to the caravan from Zion, but the one thing that brought him from the dark depression was the sound of a low musical inquiry. He looked up, and stood stock still, hoping beyond hope that the sight before him was not a hallucination. Turns out it wasn’t.

The tiny brunette before him was very, very real. He wondered if the betrothal had fallen through or if Thane had just changed his mind. But it didn’t matter, he had his beauty, and that was what counted.

She curtseyed deeply, cleared her throat, and looked him straight in the eye. He found himself enveloped in the darkness. “Your Imperial Majesty,” she began, the speech obviously rehearsed, “My father, the Governor of Zion, Thane, has asked me to convey his deepest apologies that my sister, Serena, was unable to comply with his Majesty’s request. He asks instead that you be kind enough to accept the gift of myself, his youngest daughter, and the one hundred Gem horses agreed upon previously. My father humbly begs forgiveness and, in no way, wishes to displease his ruler. Thank you.” She curtseyed again.

He smiled, finding her completely enchanting, and stepped forward. “My dear, I am happy to accept your father’s offer, and I would like to welcome you to your new home.” He extended his arm, reveling in the warmth she gave off as she took it, and proceeded to lead her into the palace.

“I don’t believe you’ve told me your name, little one?” he said gently. He looked at her sideways, watching as a blush overtook smooth cheeks.

“I am called Kalila, your Highness.”
*~*~*

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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 2:58 pm

KALILA 1

The Emperor Kivar of Paerhna was on his usual rounds of the palace grounds, all the while plotting an attack on the neighboring kingdom of Antar. Paerhna was a desert kingdom, and the resources were all going into military and defense. Antar was rich, in resources as well as wealth, and Kivar wanted it.

He also had a fierce desire for the Princess Vilandra, but that was easily sated. However, at the thought of the beautiful blond warrior princess, also came thought of his wives. He decided to take a break at his royal harem before continuing on to the city.

He entered quietly, watching as each of his most treasured possessions went about their daily activities. He had eight wives, every one the most alluring in their respective provinces. They had been given as gifts to their Emperor by each province's governor in return for protection once the wars started, as they most certainly would.

One was bathing, water dripping down luscious curves, two were primping in front of gilded mirrors, two more were pampering each other, doing hair and nails, another was dancing, while the seventh clapped delightedly and selected more fruit from the dish beside her. He looked around for his eighth and most-beloved wife.

She was sitting on a windowsill, watching the last of the suns set. The colors caressing her face, making her glow. he sighed, loving to watch her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted Vilandra, and that was saying something.

But he had never touched her.

Kalila was young, only fourteen when she had first come to stay a year ago. He had fallen in love with her then, but had been afraid to tell her. He didn't want to scare her, so he merely spent as much time as possible in her presence, trying to make her comfortable with the idea of being married to him. He took her on long walks, asked her opinions on certain matters, and held intelligent, philosophical discussions with her. She was so serious and intense, and yet carefree and innocent at the same time. It was a stunning combination. She was the one person he valued more than himself. When he became King, she would rule beside him as Queen...

His daydreams were interrupted by excited whispers. Six of his wives gathered around him, chattering on and on about how he never came to visit anymore. The one bathing, Ria, gave him a sultry smile and wink as she stepped from the gigantic tub. She was another one he didn't touch, she was too feisty. He liked to be in control, and she didn't allow for it.

Kalila turned from the window and gave him a small smile, but it was obvious her mind was elsewhere. He felt a flash of jealousy for whatever had her attention, and gently disengaged himself from the clinging women to make his way toward her. He heard disgruntled mutterings from the background, but pushed them aside.

"What is so fascinating, little one?" he asked softly.

"The world," she replied, her voice equally as soft. "There is so much to be seen, and I have only been here in Paerhna. There are other kingdoms, other planets...There is a whole universe to explore, and I can do nothing about it." Her big brown eyes were filled with sadness. Something he had never wanted her to feel.

"We have been invited to a Summit in Antar. It is not much more than here, but it is the most I can do at this time. Would you like to come?"

It would be good for her to see more of the planet she would one day rule. She could not see all of the universe, he couldn't bear it if she were too far from him, but perhaps this trip would placate her.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, then, remembering decorum, lowered her voice, "Yes, I would like that very much." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then, blushing, she slid away and hurried to help Ria dress. He stared after her, a dreamy smile playing about his lips.

He had Kalila, and soon he would have all of Antar.
*~*~*

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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 2:59 pm

KALILA 2

She was in love. There was no doubt about it. She was lost the moment she set eyes upon it.

Antar. She had heard tales about it, mostly those of embittered traders, but nothing had prepared her for the real thing. The land was lush and fertile, and so green, she had never seen so much green...

She gave a small sigh of delight, which seem to capture his Imperial Highnesses' attention.

"It is beautiful, is it not?" She blushed at Kivar's question.

"I have never seen such beauty," she breathed, but then, afraid of offending him she added, "But Paerhna is still lovely, and it is-" She broke off at his chuckle.

"Do not worry of offending little one, I know Paerhna does not compare, but Antar is not the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He was staring at her intently, and she again flushed. She did not understand his kindness toward her. His other wives were so much more gorgeous, especially Ria, but he never seemed to spend as much time with them. It was actually putting her in the bad graces of the other women...

Ria always laughed at that. She was Kalila's only friend in the harem. The bright, vivacious eighteen-year-old, with her flashing green eyes and long blond hair, Kalila had yet to figure out why she would chose to adopt a small, unworldly fifteen year old, but she wasn't complaining. Ria had told her stories every night when she first came, dispelling the homesickness for her small province of Zion, and still she stood up for her. Ria was the fire, and Kalila was the heart, and together they were an unbeatable team. Ria said the other wives were jealous, perhaps that's why they had started to shun them...

"Take the Gem Horses for instance," Kivar pointed out. She brought her full attention back to her Emperor, ashamed that she had let her mind wander while he was talking.

"Yes," she agreed hastily, "They are very beautiful." She glanced down at her own Gem, Ember. The mare's hide rippled gold to a deep, brick red with each step, like a flame flickering...

The Gem Horses were Paerhna's only real claim to fame. The horses were a rarity among the five planets. They could be found only in the Midlands of Paerhna, their colors reflecting each possible shade of the rainbow, ranging from red to black in the most glorifying arrangements. To see them from a distance was to see a veritable treasure chest of jewels, thereby receiving their name... The horses were wanted everywhere that was inhabited, but were only granted to a select few.

Ria pulled her own Esmeralda next to Kalila, "You wish to see beauty? Look before you." She pulled up, gasping in awe at the sight of the city before her, and did not notice Ria and Kivar exchange glances over her dark brown head. Ria's amused, Kivar's worried.

A large palace loomed over the surrounding area, giving off an air of protection and divine inspiration. The city itself was bustling with activity, people calling out greetings, haggling over prices...She glanced to and fro in wonderment, she had never seen so many people! Ria laughed at her and Kalila looked at her sheepishly.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"Nothing, little one," Ria responded, using Kalila's nickname, "I just cannot wait to see your reaction to the inside of the palace. But do not worry, I will help you pick your eyes and jaw off the polished marble floor." Kalila glared at her friend and then started to giggle.

"Shush, we're here!" one of the others hissed. Kalila quieted immediately, suitably chastised, but Ria kept on giggling and stuck her tongue out at the wife.

"Emperor Kivar! We are so pleased to welcome you to the capital!" The voice was seductive, designed to melt hearts. Kalila peered curiously at the owner.

A woman, no more than twenty, with dark blond hair, twinkling brown eyes, and a perfect smile. "The Princess Vilandra," Ria informed her as Kivar dismounted and kissed the lady's hand, exchanging pleasantries. "They're having an affair."

Kalila looked up at Ria, startled, and then looked back to the two lovers. Vilandra was beautiful, Kivar was naturally attracted to such, and he himself was quite handsome. His hair a bleached blond from the sun, eyes a vivid violet, an Emperor...Yes, they were a perfect pair.

She sighed longingly, wanting someone to love.

"Come, let the footmen take your horses, rooms have been arranged for your use, I will escort you myself." The Princess hooked her arm into Kivar's and began leading him away. The harem followed dutifully.

Kalila was a trifle dismayed at herself, her jaw did drop at the sheer loveliness of this paradise, and Ria, of course, laughed at her.
*~*~*

"Hurry, little one," she urged, "We must prepare for dinner."

"I am hurrying," Kalila argued, pulling on the dark red outfit. She moved to help Ria fasten her sheer green veil, and then Ria returned the favor.

As she snapped the last gold clip into the masses of silky hair, Ria pointed out lightly, "The Prince is to be at the dinner, I've heard tell he's the most handsome man in all the known universe. Comparable even to the god Eros himself!"

"Ria!" Kalila gasped, scandalized, "That's sacrilegious! Besides, no man can be that beautiful."

"We'll see, little one, we'll see."
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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 3:01 pm

KALILA 3

Small note: the table is round, so everyone can look into each other's eyes. King Tynan is at what could be considered the "head" of the table, Zan is to his right, Ariann to the left. Vilandra after Ariann, Kivar after Vilandra, followed by Kalila, Ria, 1st wife, 2nd wife, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th, all the way to Rath, who is next to Zan.
*~*~*

The Crown Prince Zan of Antar followed his father and mother to the dining hall. His best friend and second in command, Rath, walking beside him. His sister was already with their guests.

Guests. He felt like laughing. The Paerhnians were neither guests nor friends, but had to be treated as such. His father had explained the matter in detail.

This Summit was to end in an agreement between Kivar and Tynan to stop the raiding on the border. Kivar would have to keep better tabs on his people, or a war would break out, and war was something that could not be afforded.

"Oh!" The small group came to an abrupt halt in front of the entrance to the hall.

"What is the matter Mother?" The High Queen Ariann turned to her son and his friend.

"Yes, Ariann," the king said impatiently, "What is it?"

"Hush, Tynan, this is a matter of etiquette. Boys, the Emperor has brought with him an entourage, including his wives. Now I realize that the concept of multiple marriages is intriguing as well as..." she paused, searching for the right word, "...odd, but it happens. Each of the eight women will be joining us for dinner. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT look any one of them in the eye. You will be given the girl as a gift. As tempting as it sounds, and as beautiful as the girls may be... Don't do it! UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Mother." "Yes, Majesty." The young men responded in unison.

She nodded in satisfaction and gestured for the herald to announce them. The room before them fell silent as they entered, and presented to his eyes was the enemy of his people.

Kivar.

Zan inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement to the bow. He sat in his designated seat next to his father and Rath, and studied the man across from him closely.

Kivar was fairly tall, white-blond hair, and piercing purple eyes. He seemed to be always smiling, but it never reached his eyes. The man gave off an air of easiness, cloaking a devious mind.

He would have to be watched.

His eyes swept over the table, not meeting the gaze of the women, except his sister's, but she was not paying attention to him. All of it, in fact, was focused on the spider beside her. He frowned, not liking the implications. He did not wish to distrust Vilandra. She was his confidant. He told her things he couldn't even tell Rath, he didn't want that camaraderie to disappear into a tangled web of lies...

The table count registered. Two people, two wives, were missing. And by the quick glances and small frown on Kivar's face, this worried him. But the expression cleared instantly into a soft smile, a real smile, as girlish giggles were heard from the halls.
*~*~*

He relaxed immediately as soon as he heard her sweet laughter, his worry at her disappearance was starting to show through, and weakness in front of an enemy wasn't condoned.

The door opened quietly, and in sauntered the unrepentant Ria and a meek Kalila. He drew in a breath sharply at the sight of his beloved, and consciously willed himself back under control. He could not betray himself now.

But she was so lovely. The silk outfit clung to curves, and the gauzy red floated dreamily about her, making her skin glow. The gold jewelry chimed softly as she moved, emphasizing her grace...

"Where have you been?" he demanded, directing his attention on the green-clad Ria. Kalila must have read his displeasure, because she stepped forward quickly.

"It was my fault, your Highness," she stated in that breathy, earnest voice of her, "I was overwhelmed by everything, and took longer than necessary to dress. Ria stayed behind to help me, she isn't to blame. Honest."

He couldn't help but give in, and he felt his face soften. "See that it does not happen again." He rose, holding out the chair for her, which she sat in gratefully, eyes downcast. Ria just plopped down and winked at him, her sassiness never quenched. He re-seated himself, only to look up in alarm at Kalila's gasp.

She had been amazed by the sheer beauty and power in Antar so far, staring wide-eyed at nearly everything, but he had never heard such an awed sound come from her. And, as he found out the reason, he wished he never had.

Kalila was staring straight at Zan, and he was staring right back.
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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 3:02 pm

KALILA 4

By Eros! she thought, No man can be that beautiful! But he was. She had no idea who he was, but she knew he was the most handsome man in the universe.

She could see well-defined muscles hidden beneath a loose shirt, strong shoulders, thick black hair, straight nose, sensual lips, and soulful golden-brown eyes. Oh Eros, those eyes...

Kalila quickly realized her blunder. She was looking into a man’s eyes. A man who was definitely not Kivar. She trained her eyes on the golden plate ware in front of her, praying no one had seen her staring.

But how could they not? It was so blatantly obvious, and someone had seen. Kivar’s next words recognized all her fears.

“Do you find my wife very fascinating, Commander Rath?” She looked at her husband fearfully, and then realized he was not addressing her god, but the spiky-haired man next to him. She had not noticed him before.

“Well…Well…” The man called Rath stuttered, “She’s um, she’s very…lovely.” He finished lamely. Kalila couldn’t help a small smile as he turned red.

“Lovely,” Ria whispered in her ear, sounding a bit offended, “I’m more than lovely. You think he’d at least use spectacularly beautiful, but he obviously doesn’t have that extensive of a vocabulary.”

“Ria,” Kalila scolded softly, glancing around to make sure no one had heard. They hadn’t. Everyone was focused on the conversation between Ria’s admirer and Kivar, except…

He was looking at her!

Kalila felt her heart speed up, and her body started to heat up…She wanted to drown in those eyes…

But she couldn’t. She would not shame Kivar, no matter how much she wanted to be with Zan. That had to be who he was, the Crown Prince of Antar, if the other man was the second-in-command…And he fit Ria’s description perfectly…No! Kivar had been kind to her, he deserved her loyalty, so…She averted her eyes.

“Please accept her as a gift.”

“Oh. Oh no, I couldn’t possibly deprive you of-“

“Nonsense,” Kivar waved away his protests, “She will be replaced as soon as we return to Paerhna.” He glanced at her, his purple eyes apologizing softly for the loss of her best friend.

“The Commander would be pleased to accept your offer, Kivar.” The queen’s tone held gracious acceptance, warmth toward her guest, a welcoming to Ria, and a warning directed at Rath.

“Yes, um, delighted,” he agreed, a bit reluctantly, but catching the queen’s reason for accepting. Kalila caught it, too. Ariann wished to avoid any confrontations that could lead to more serious problems at a later date. She was a true queen, so she accepted the unwanted offer for the reckless second.

“Ria, take your place beside your husband. We will perform the bonding ceremony after dinner.”

“Yes, Highness,” Ria, in an un-Ria-like manner, meekly replied.

Kalila stared at her friend in confusion. Ria squeezed her hand gently, looking at her in sympathy, and glided over to her new seat. Her eyes followed, she was at a loss.

Shifting slightly away from the other wife as she sat down, she felt a hand on hers. Kalila turned her head in surprise. Kivar was looking at her again, eyes silently begging her forgiveness.

She moved her hand from under his and went back to studying her plate, furious with his decision. She had lost her only friend. Now who was she to tell her secrets to? The other wives? She couldn’t, they detested her. Kalila felt tears well up and she met Ria’s gaze in helpless rage…
*~*~*

He couldn't stop watching at her. Try as he might, he just could not take his eyes off of her.

It didn't help that she was also sneaking glances at him. He felt caught in the dark depths of her eyes, freeing himself only when she looked away or Rath elbowed him.

He could hardly believe Kivar was taking no notice, when even someone who was definitely not the sharpest wit in the world did. It was unbelievable really.

He looked up again, meeting her stare for stare, but she diverted her eyes once more. He felt another sharp jab to his stomach, and decided it might be in his best interest, health wise, not to direct his eyes towards her.

Although, that might be exceedingly difficult, he thought, catching himself before his gaze landed on her yet again.

In fact, it might be well nigh impossible.
*~*~*

The ceremony was short, but she could feel his eyes on her the whole time. The intensity burning through her. She couldn't help it, she looked over at him. Zan’s golden-brown eyes widened, and he glanced away quickly, following his family to their quarters.

She shivered with the new sensations he had bestowed upon her. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but all her thoughts were of him as she flung herself onto her bed with a dreamy sigh. She didn’t even see Kivar speaking with the head wife, and glancing toward her every so often.

Turning over on her side, she opened her mouth to tell Ria of the feelings she was experiencing, of the fire running through her blood, threatening to melt her. Then she realized Ria was no longer in the harem.

She was all alone.
*~*~*

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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 3:03 pm

KALILA 5

She followed him obediently, being the perfect wife. Or, at least pretending to be.

A smirk crossed raspberry lips as she sized him up. He was tall, muscles in all the right places, and his ass…

She was determined to have fun tonight. She hadn’t been with a man in two years! Kivar hadn’t appreciated it when she turned into a nympho. The man was too much of a control freak to attempt something new.

But thinking of Kivar brought her thoughts round to Kalila. The poor girl. Ria hoped she’d stay strong with only those annoying old hens as company. Maybe the new girl would take pity on the shy little one. Maybe the new girl would also take Kivar’s attention away.

She frowned. Kivar had ignored the goings-ons between Kalila and the Prince, focusing instead on her. That, of course, could be expected. Kivar wasn’t fond of her, and he absolutely adored Kalila… But to ignore tradition…

It could only mean one thing. Kivar was going to step up his courtship of her young charge.

The frown turned into a grimace at this. Kalila was only fifteen. She had left her province before she had a chance to discover the wonders of the male species. She had spent the past year in the harem, away from any males, except for Kivar’s occasional visit. She had no idea how to please a man. She was too innocent to understand what would happen.

Thoughts of Kalila came to a screeching halt as her new husband opened a door. He wasn’t looking at her, so she slowly stepped past him and into a large sitting room. She peered around, observing two more doors. One leading to a bathing room, and the other to a bedroom.

She headed to the bedroom.

Ria observed with pleasure a huge bed. A naughty grin crossed her face. It had better have a firm mattress. She erased the grin at the sound of him clearing his throat. Turning, she kept her gaze to the floor in a coy manner.

“Um…” he gulped, and started turning red. “Y…you can have the bed.” She nodded and sat down on the fluffy comforter. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

That wouldn’t do. Oh no, not at all. She wasn’t going to put up with not having his full lips on hers, or his big hands all over her body. Denying herself that would be too cruel. She needed a way to make him come to bed. Thinking quickly, she formulated a plan.

“But, my lord, the couch looked so uncomfortable. Wouldn’t you rather sleep in your bed?”

"Oh, um...But you're in it." Ria wanted to scream. Did the guy not get the point?!

"That would be the point, my lord. It's our wedding night. There are certain...things, a man should expect on his wedding night. No?"

"Oh." He turned even redder, and just sort of stared at her, speechless. She felt like smiling. He was just so cute! "But I hardly know you!" he burst out, "How can you want to do...I mean, with someone you don't...With me?"

Ria bit her bottom lip and fiddled with a catch of thread on the comforter. She looked up at him shyly from beneath lowered lashes.

"My lord, I am your wife. My main duty is to please you." She forced some tears. "If...If you do not want me. If I am not desirable to you, please tell me, and I will bother you no longer." She bowed her head and let the tears drip down her cheeks.

"No! It's not that," he said, coming closer to her. She held back a smirk. Guys just couldn't stand to see women cry.

"Than what?" She lifted her tear-streaked face to his unhappy one. He sighed and sat down next to her on the bed, placing a comforting arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, then she tilted her chin upwards.

"It'd be weird."

"Oh," she breathed quietly, the air expelled flitting across his cheek. He looked down at her in surprise, lips millimeters from her own, further implementing her plan.

"Yeah, so I'm just gonna go..." He trailed off, still staring at down at her, not moving.

"Will you kiss me goodnight?" she ventured. He nodded slightly, and brushed his lips against hers. The kiss was meant to be brief, but she wouldn't release him.

She kept the kiss going, and just when she was starting to give up, he began to reciprocate. Finally! she thought, smiling slightly against his lips. She deepened it, her tongue crashing against his, she pulled his into her mouth, and then began to pull away. He gave a slight groan of protest, and she knew she had him.
*~*~*

The attack came unexpectedly. One minute he was sitting, lip-locked with the golden-haired seductress, and the next thing he knew...

He was lying flat on his back, with her hovering over him. Her kisses came harder, became demanding. He no longer had any doubts about taking her and making her his own. The one thing he'd been wanting to do since he laid eyes on her.

He hadn't meant to do it. The queen's orders were strict, and he meant to follow them, he really did, but her fire-filled green eyes were something he couldn't resist. Then suddenly, BOOM, he was married.

And the green-eyed spitfire was straddling him, hands frantically ripping off his clothing. Of course, his hands were equally busy.

Her alabaster skin was soft underneath his fingertips, her soft moans were music to his ears, and he pulled her head down for a kiss. Apparently, she didn't agree with that.

She tore her lips from his, giving a low growl, as if to scold him, and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Her puffy lips and hot tongue made their way down his chest, over his abs, and down...

His hips bucked upward suddenly, against his will, and a laugh was her response. He took one look at her cocky smile, and realized that she'd planned this. Planned on making him lose control! The little...He'd show her who was boss...

Pleasure flared up, and the thought vanished. She had taken him in her without his knowledge! He groaned loudly at the feel of her silken walls tightening around him as she began to ride him. He watched her, straddled over him, pale skin a rosy pink color, eyes shut tightly in ecstasy, and then his eyes rolled back as more pleasure coursed through his body.

His hands cupped her breasts, marveling at the feel, and moved down to grasp her hips, pumping her faster. And then he realized what was happening.

He'd been with a lot of women, including Vilandra, who was definitely a tough act to follow, but none of them had made him feel this way. He was beginning to feel complete, in a way he'd never known before. The girl was taking him over.

Rath growled, and twisted her beneath him, pounding into her harder, increasing their pace. No woman got the better of him, not even this one. He felt her clamp down on him, and he released into her, repeating her name over and over against her neck as she screamed his name.

She buried her nose into his neck, and he could feel her smile. "Wow," she murmured.

"Yeah," he agreed. He reached down and pulled the covers up over their sweat-soaked bodies. He spooned her sleeping form against his, and started to nod off himself, one thought reverberating...

He liked being married.
*~*~*

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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 3:04 pm

KALILA 6

Kalila relaxed slowly in the rose scented bath water, relishing the soothing quiet. Suddenly she felt hands in her hair. Jerking away, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned to face her attacker.

It was another wife.

"What're you doing?" she asked the woman. She wasn't sure who the wife was, having never bothered to learn names. When she had first inquired, only Ria had answered, the others had just ignored her.

"You must be properly bathed," she snapped.

"I am quite capable of bathing myself!"

"Not tonight!" The woman had a secret smile on her face. It was not a nice smile. "Kivar has ordered us to prepare you...specially."

"Prepare me for what?" She was curious, but had relaxed slightly. Kivar was nice, it couldn't be a bad thing if he was involved.

"Why!" the woman looked shocked. Of course, Kalila heard the mocking in her voice plain as day. "For your wedding night of course!"

What!! Kalila froze, eyes wide, totally numb.

"Come here!" the woman ordered, sneering down at her. Kalila moved unconsciously toward her, not aware of the vanilla shampoo being massaged into her hair, or of the soft sponge that ran over her body, or even of the other wives' tittering.

Wedding night?
*~*~*

Zan tossed over again, sighed heavily, and finally gave up on the concept of sleep. He couldn't get that girl out of his head.

He kept fantasizing about taking that sheer red veil off, of covering those pouty lips with his own, of her silky brown hair tumbling down from clips...brushing seductively against his hands and bare chest...Of taking each skimpy piece of cloth off her glowing body, and running his hands and lips over the soft skin revealed. He let a soft moan escape his lips, unable to stop imagining the taste of her sweet skin.

Stop. He had to stop. There was no way he could be fantasizing about that girl. She was a wife of his enemy. A harem girl whose only job was to pleasure her husband.

He felt a murderous rage come over him at the thought of Kivar touching her. Of even looking at her...He wanted to rip the man apart limb by limb for what he was probably doing to her right now! Probably...

NO! Stop Zan, he ordered himself. He couldn't think about Kivar. Couldn't think about...her.

He smiled dreamily as his mind conjured up images of the tiny temptress. Again the fantasies came.

He saw himself laying her down on his bed, covering her. He could feel her small body beneath him, her soft lips pressing wherever they could reach...Her hands running up and down his back. He could hear her quiet, mewling cries of pleasure, driving him insane...Practically see her big brown eyes widen as he slid gently into her. Her eyes...

That had been his mistake. He had looked into her eyes. The one thing his mother had warned him against, but the dark orbs had drawn him in, captivating him, making him hers. He hadn't been able to look away.

Zan was incredibly surprised when they weren't caught. It had been so obvious...

Not that he would have minded being given her as a gift. No, he wouldn't have minded at all...

Frustrated, he grabbed some clothes and threw them on. He decided to take a walk in the gardens. He needed to clear his head of thoughts of her, and his bedroom wasn't the best place to do that. The tranquility the gardens provided would be a much better environment.
*~*~*

His heart beat a little faster at the tentative knock on his door. This was it. She was here.

"Enter," he called, wincing as emotion shook his voice. The door creaked open slowly and she slipped in. He almost stopped breathing.

She was breathtaking, and he felt his body reacting. The pale pink top ended just below ripe breasts, the thin straps barely holding it up. He caught glimpses of the pale skin as her chest rose and fell. His tongue flicked out, anticipating licking and suckling that particular skin.

His gaze traveled lower, and he sucked in a breath. The skirt was barely anything, it would provide flimsy protection against his onslaught. Two panels of pink silk, hung low on her hips, covered front and back to her ankles. The only thing holding it together was the criss-crossed cords that stopped above her knees. She wasn't wearing any undergarments. Oh Eros, FINALLY!

Finally he could have her. All of her.

Stepping closer, he noticed her bowed head. Her long hair in thousands of braids, ribbons embedded in some, gems adorning others...Oh, to run his hands through that hair. He also noticed her twisting her hands together in front of the body he had so long desired.

"There is no need to be nervous little one," he told her softly, tilting her head up. He gasped at the sight of her tears. "Oh Kalila! I will not hurt you," he promised earnestly.

She nodded. "I know majesty. I am sorry."

He smiled gently and wiped her tears away. "It is natural to be nervous your first time, but do not worry. It will become easier with time. And," he added, "You must call me Kivar."

"Yes emp-, Kivar, as you wish."

"I do wish." He leaned forward, taking her lips with his. He sighed with pleasure as he tasted her. He drew her closer, pressing her body to his, seeking to sate the throbbing.
*~*~*

She was frightened. Never in her life had she been so scared. She had never suspected Kivar wanted her like this. She had thought he had made her into a little sister type, but now...she didn't know what to think.

His tongue felt like a violation. The bulge against her stomach made her want to vomit, but when he started to take her top off, she snapped.

"NO! I cannot do this!" she cried, and shoved away. Then she fled from the bedchamber. From him.

Her bare feet echoed quietly on the cold marble floor, her tears blinded her. She had no idea where she was, she just kept running.

Hearing footsteps, not sure if he had followed her, she ran faster. And then she came to a dead end.

Glancing around through tear-filled eyes, she put her fist to her mouth to stifle the sobs. She saw a long corridor to the right and a window to the left. She ran to the window.

It was only a few feet to the ground, and she paused to catch her breath before taking off again. She ran through bushes, groves of trees, and large flower plots before her feet landed on a stone path.

She followed the path, running until she finally stumbled and collapsed in exhaustion by a large fountain. She heard neither the footfalls, nor the small, sharp intake of breath, over her ragged breathing and pounding heart.

"Are you all right?"
*~*~*

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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 3:07 pm

KALILA 7

"What's the matter," he continued, concerned. Her head came up suddenly and she gave a small gasp. He wanted to gasp himself at the sight of the tear-stained face, but he kept himself in check. Her face took on a slightly frightened aspect, and she brought her hand up to cover her eyes.

He frowned and walked closer. What was she doing? "Hello?"

"I cannot look at you." Ah-ha! That's what she was worried about. The whole gift thing.

"Don't worry," he teased, "I won't tell if you don't." He gave a low chuckle as she slowly lowered her hands and peeked up at him. She gave a little laugh too and wiped away her tears.

Sitting down next to her, he leaned back against the fountain, and decided to use the subtle approach. "I don't believe we were properly introduced at dinner this evening."

"No," she agreed, "We were not." She moved, sitting cross-legged in front of him. His mouth went dry at the sight of smooth thighs that were revealed as she switched positions. It was the first time he noticed her outfit, so focused as he had been on her distress, and the state of practically undress nearly did him in as his fantasies of early came back to him full force.

He tore his eyes from her body and refocused them on her face. She made no move to reprimand him, or even to speak, she just looked at him. He decided to take the initiative.

"I'm Zan," he told her, "Crown Prince of Antar." He extended his hand in the age-old gesture of peace. She placed her small hand in his and returned the firm shake.

"I am Kalila, from the province of Zion in Paerhna, eighth wife of the Emp...Emperor...Kivar." She said her husband's name in a hushed tone, her voice trembling with what he could only call fear, and tears started to well up again.

He didn't think, he just pulled her into his arms, and tried to ignore the feeling of perfection he got from the contact. He ran his hands over her silky dark hair, trying to comfort her as she sobbed into his chest.

"Ssh, ssh, it'll be all right, I promise. Just tell me what happened."
*~*~*

She lifted her head, and found herself drowning in the amber pools of his eyes. His concern for her obvious. That shivery, tingly feeling began to take her over again. "I got your shirt wet," she breathed.

"It'll dry,” he said, his tone matching hers, his eyes never leaving hers. Oh Eros preserve her, she wanted never to move. "Now don't change the subject," he playfully scolded, smiling at her.

Her mind wandered back to her confrontation with Kivar. She shivered at the remembrance. And it wasn't one of those nice shivers that she got when thinking of Zan, it was one that chilled her to her very bones. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to dispel the coldness that was squeezing her heart.

"Kalila?" Strong hands shook her from her trance, and she again found herself in Zan's arms. She warmed up immediately.
*~*~*

Her vacant stare had alarmed him, and he pulled her out of it, and back into his embrace. She gave a small sigh and snuggled closer. He smiled and placed a small kiss on the top of her head, so soft she didn't even notice, and held her tighter.

"Your gardens are very beautiful," she murmured.

"You're trying to avoid the subject again." He had almost forgotten what he was trying to accomplish, but her voice brought the knowledge back to him. "Tell me," he ordered, letting his royal background show through.
*~*~*

She took a deep breath, and then proceeded to tell him of the nightmare that was her wedding night.

"It started earlier. I was taking a bath, when the other wives came over and told me tonight was to be my...wedding night-"

"Wait, wait," he interrupted, looking confused, "You've obviously been married to him for longer than a day. Tonight couldn't be your wedding night. That makes no sense."

"I have been married to Kivar for a little over a year, since I was fourteen, but he never made any...advances, toward me."

"Until tonight you mean?"

"Yes. I was so surprised when he kissed me, I wanted to push away, but I remembered my duty. I was his wife, I shouldn't have any objections, but when..." she gave a little sob, "when he started to...to...undress me, I...I just couldn't take it!" She buried her head against his neck, hot tears slipping from her eyes to his skin. "I ran from him. I ran from my husband." The gravity of what she had done hit her. "Oh Eros, what I am to do? What will happen?"

"Hey," her chin was being forced upward, "I told you everything will be all right, and I meant it. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Promise."

"I believe you." And she did. There was something about him, about the way she felt safe around him, that made her trust him, believe in him.

"Good, 'cause if you didn't, I would have to reconsider the value of a promise made by a prince, now wouldn't I?" She giggled at him, amused by his attempts to cheer her up. She couldn't understand why he would care so much about a person he barely knew.

Maybe...maybe he felt the same way about her that she felt about him!

But no, that couldn't be it. There was no possible way a nice, handsome, intelligent, sexy man would be interested in a small, nobody girl like her. Especially a man like Zan. He could probably have any woman he looked at. It would be foolish to get her hopes up.
*~*~*

He watched as her face fell. What had happened? One minute she was smiling, happy, and the next...

"Come," he said, rising. He pulled her up beside him and dusted himself off. He was tempted to do the same to her, but she had been manhandled enough for one night, and he didn't want her thinking all men were like Kivar, with only one thing on their minds. Of course, he did have that one thing on his mind, but she didn't need to know.

"It's late," he continued, taking his mind off that dangerous track, "You should be in bed." Okay, that really wasn't the way to do it. Images of her petite body wrapped up in the satin sheets of his bed rose up unbidden, and he had to squash them quickly before his body betrayed him. He came to a halt as she wrenched her hand away from his.

"I'm not going back to him!" she stated forcefully.

"Of course not!" he said, in shock. How could she think such a thing. "I didn't even suggest that." Her defiant eyes relented, and she seemed to visibly relax. Smiling sheepishly, she reached out for his hand, but then paused.

"A...and you won't make me go back to the harem? I couldn't stand it. Those women are insufferable, and they'd turn me in to Kivar..." she trailed off, those liquid velvet eyes pleading with him.

"No, not to the harem."

"Then...where?" He knew where he wanted her to stay, the only problem was whether she wanted to or not.

"Um..." Shit, he was blushing. Please be to dark for her to see, please... "My bedroom."

He waited with baited breath for her response.

"Okay."
*~*~*

Kivar was worried. Livid, but worried. His Kalila had not returned to the harem, and she did not know her way around the palace. What would happen if she stumbled into the living quarters of uncouth soldiers? He shuddered, not wanting to think of his gentle Kalila in the hands of such brutes, such...ruffians.

This was his fault. He should have prepared her more, should have let her known of his interest. But he had wanted to let her discover her feelings for him, let her realize that she loved him on her own...He had wanted to wait until she was older, at least another year, but when he had seen her staring at Zan... That pompous, over-muscled, annoying, ugly...Antarian! He had felt his blood boil over, and he had needed to claim her as his. His wife, his lover, his queen...his, and his alone.

And she had fled.

He was hurt, he felt as if his heart had been torn from his chest and stepped on, but it was his own fault.

"Where are you?" he muttered out loud.

"Right here lover." Arms came around his waist, and he spun. Coming face to face with Vilandra.

"Vilandra." He forced a smile, realizing too late that he had walked into the royal section of rooms.

"I was just on my way to see you, I figured it would be safer if I came to you. But I had no idea you were so eager to see me that you would risk the wrath of my father and brother."

"Ah, yes, but actually, I am looking for my youngest wife."

"Your wife," she repeated, face falling.

"Yes, we had a slight...misunderstanding, and she ran off. I have looked all over, and I have yet to find her. She is so young, I fear the worst if she were to get lost."

"Of course, but I'm sure she'll be fine. You can take a few...hours away from the search, couldn't you?"

He wanted to wince at her insistence, but resisted the impulse. Sure, the sex was great, but Kalila was missing. He had no time for her games. "I'm afraid-" He broke off as the one thing he had wanted not to see, came crashing around the corner.

Prince Zan, walking with Kalila. Holding her hand.

No, no, no, little prince. Not a chance!

"Kalila!" he called, too relieved to keep his voice down. She started, and looked at him, her face a mask of fear. That alone hurt him more then her running. He could understand that reaction, it was her first time, of course she'd be nervous, but scared...

She was afraid of him.

He walked forward, not really noticing Vilandra trailing behind him. Zan shifted, shielding Kalila from his view.

He ignored the arrogant young man, reaching instead for his wife, only to have his arm blocked.

"Don't touch her." He stared in amazement at the Prince's impertinence.

"This has nothing to do with you, your Highness. I merely wish to take my wife back to her chambers." He went to take her hand again, but this time was not only blocked, but shoved away.

"Over my dead body," Zan snarled.

Rubbing his wrist, he looked down his nose at the boy. "That can be arranged."

"Zan? Vilandra? What are you doing up? Emperor Kivar! What's going on?"
*~*~*

Her gaze went from one face to the next. She took in the guarded look of her daughter, the narrowed purple eyes of the Emperor, and the angry, tense posture of her son. Then she noticed the slight slip of a girl cowering behind Zan.

With queenly instincts, she quickly determined that she was the cause of the trouble.

"You'll pardon the noise Queen Ariann, I just wish to bring my wife back to her proper quarters." Kivar's tone was strained, and he didn't take his eyes from Zan's. He reached an arm out for the girl, who she could only assume was his wife, who flinched back. A frown crossed her face.

The child seemed frightened to death of her husband.

"And I told you, that that wasn't going to happen." Her son's voice was even, but she could hear the hatred seething behind the calm words. Ariann looked at his defensive stance, and the way the girl was staring at him in adoration, and realized that he had made himself her protector.

She sighed. One day her son's noble and caring nature would get him into trouble, she just hoped this wasn't the day. She figured she could diffuse this situation with minimal or no bodily harm inflicted on either party. But before she could speak, Vilandra did.

"But Emperor, I think it is obvious that Zan has looked into your...wife's..." Ariann heard the hesitation and looked sharply at her daughter. Oh no. Vilandra was in love with Kivar. That could prove a very big problem. "...eyes. In which case, she would no longer be your wife, but a gift to Zan. That is the tradition, correct? I mean, it wouldn't be right to foist one wife off on Rath, and not on Zan if he broke the tradition, too."

"Um, well..." Kivar seemed uncomfortable. He obviously did not want to give the girl up. "This is the Crown Prince, it wouldn't be right to inconvenience him with trivial things. The rules don't really apply in this situation," he rambled on, to her amusement. Ariann felt like laughing, she saw the determined glint in Zan's amber eyes and knew Kivar's excuses would be no use. "I'm sure Zan wouldn't want-"

"I don't mind," Zan said, cutting him off.

Ariann chewed on her lower lip in distress. She knew Tynan would be angry if she let this happen, but, looking at Zan, she couldn't let his efforts go to waste. Something big was going on, and if Zan won, it would be a hard blow to Kivar, she could tell.

First rule of war: hit your enemy low, and hit him hard.

Whether under peaceful pretense or not, Kivar was the enemy. But...Tynan wouldn't agree with her reasoning. She had to at least do something to show that she had tried to prevent this.

"Now Zan, Kivar is partially right."

"Mother!" She winced at the sound of betrayal in his voice. Please, my son, understand. Please...

"Does she have a dowry."

"Dowry? No," Kivar said hastily, gleefully, "She has no dowry."

"I believe you are jumping to conclusions Kivar. Do not say such important things so quickly, it only shows that you're lying."
*~*~*

Ria smiled prettily at her former husband as he turned to her.

"What are you talking about Ria," he asked suspiciously. She laughed at him.

"Kalila has a dowry, a very formidable one at that, or don't you remember how you acquired her?" She saw confusion, then comprehension dawn on his face, quickly masked.

"Acquired?" She looked to the Prince, who had, it seemed, stolen her best friend's heart. Ohh, he was yummy! However, she didn't feel the attraction that she did with her own husband. She took a quick peek behind her at her sleepy lover, and grinned.

"Enlighten us, please, my child," the Queen asked kindly.

"Of course, Majesty," she said, enjoying watching Kivar squirm. She smiled innocently. Three bonuses in one day: a new husband, hurting her old husband, and helping her friend. Boy, things just couldn't get any better.

"Originally, Kivar had chosen a girl named Serena to be his bride from Zion. There was a problem however, Serena was already betrothed. In order not to incur the Emperor's wrath," her husband snorted, "Not you, dear. The governor, her father, sent instead his second, and youngest daughter, along with one hundred Gem Horses, in hopes that that would be enough. It was. But, it's my way of thinking that the horses would be more than adequate as a dowry."

"Yes dear," Ariann agreed, "I do believe you're right." She turned to Kivar. "The terms are acceptable. You may perform the bonding ceremony."

"Of course," he said tightly, "As her Majesty wishes. Kneel before me."

"Oh!"

"Little one?" Ria asked. Everyone was looking at Kalila in alarm.

"I cannot get married in this," she said, gesturing to her clothing, "I must change."

"Yes, we'll go to the harem together. I still need to gather my things. If everyone will wait here, we will be back soon." She swept out, tugging Kalila along, and headed to the guest rooms.
*~*~*

"Do you think this will do, Ria?" she asked quietly, hoping to not wake the other women. Ria looked up from where she was packing up their belongings, she stared critically at the white lacy top and matching skirt, and then she grinned and gave a low whistle.

"You look gorgeous little one, he'll love it."

"Am I that obvious?"

"Only to me, hon."

Kalila sighed, hoping Zan didn't realize how she felt. She didn't want him feeling sorry for her and giving her a 'just friends' speech. He was just doing this to be nice. There were no ulterior motives, it wasn't like he was in love with her or anything, not like he felt one ounce of the things she did when he touched her...

"You okay?"

"Yes, Ria, I'm just a little nervous."

"Well don't be. The Prince seems really kind. He's also to-die-for hot..."

"Ria!" Kalila exclaimed.

"I'm just kidding, Rath is about all I can handle, and believe me, me with my hands full isn't easily accomplished." They both laughed. "Come on, your love awaits!"

"Ria!" she scolded, giggling, but partly scandalized. Some of the things Ria said! "Ssh!"

"Oh, ssh yourself. The henpeckers deserve to be woken up at the crack of dawn!"

Kalila looked out the window nearby. It was really dawn! She hadn't gotten any sleep. Oh well, she thought, thinking of Zan, it was worth it.

"Let's go!"

"Coming!"
*~*~*

Zan stared at her as she sat on his bed, trying to forget previous fantasies.

His mother had sent them to his room after the ceremony. She had told them to get some sleep, she would make excuses to his father. It was then that he realized he had been up all night, and he had agreed readily.

Kalila was now looking at him curiously. He looked back at her steadily. She had this pretty little blush across her cheeks, making him wonder where else she was blushing. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. He was her husband now, and there was no way he was going to scare her or force himself upon her like Kivar.
*~*~*

"Where are you going?" she asked, alarmed as he turned towards the door. Was he that repulsed by the thought of her in his bed? He turned back around, looking surprised.

"I was going to sleep on the couch."

"Pl...please don't," she stuttered.

"What?"

"I said," she repeated, raising her voice, "Please don't." He just looked at her. She hastened to explain her request, staying away from the topic of making love. "I just, I get homesick easily, and I've never actually slept alone before. It was always my sister, but I left, and then it was Ria, but she's gone now too. She used to tell me stories when I first..." she trailed off, looking at him, and biting her bottom lip.

"You want me to sleep with you," he stated, in what seemed almost like disbelief.

"Yes." She nodded in affirmation. He shrugged and climbed up onto the huge canopy. He settled down next to her, putting an arm around her and pulling her closer to him. She inhaled the warm masculine scent of him, and cuddled closer, wanting to be inside him.

"Now, what story do you want to hear?"

"Anything," she murmured drowsily, her sleepless day and night finally catching up to her.

"All right," he seemed to think a moment, "Once upon a time..." She yawned against his chest, and fell asleep to the soothing sound of his voice.
*~*~*

Zan heard her breathing even out, signaling her exit into the land of dreams. He adjusted her slightly, making their position more comfortable, and decided to join her.

The second sun had just finished rising.
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Post by dreamangel » Sat Apr 19, 2003 3:09 pm

"I don't believe this! I warned you! I ordered you not to do anything, and what do you do? Huh?" His son just stared at the floor, unanswering. "Oh, let me guess. It just slipped your mind! A direct order from King and Queen, and you just went ahead and did whatever you felt like! And you," he said, rounding on his wife, "Condoning his actions! It's outrageous, it's, it's-"

"Tynan, calm down," Ariann told him gently, "Zan did what he thought best. The child was terrified. He was just being the prince you tried to raise him as."

"Me?!"

"Yes you. You, who have drilled into him over and over how it's royalty's duty to help the helpless. She was helpless, and he helped her the only way he could, he married her."

"Exactly my point! He married her! I agree with the concept of helping, but going so far as to marry a poor girl whose probably been had by every...stable hand on the planet, and giving her the title of princess! It's ridiculous! It's a crime against the crown! A prince should marry for political advantage, not on some...some unfounded, spur-of-the-moment whim!"

He huffed some more, and gave his wife and son his most effective glare. He expected them to quake with fear and scramble about to do his bidding, but they didn't. They just sort of looked at him. His wife seemed amused at his outburst, and his son, well...

The expression on Zan's face was one he had never seen before. It was a mix of anger, determination, and shame. At least one of them had sense enough to see the wrong in what had happened. He pointed to his son.

"That's right. You be ashamed of what you've done." Zan stiffened and looked his father straight in the eye.

"First of all father, I am not ashamed of myself, I am ashamed of you.”

“Me?" he asked in shock, “What do I have to be ashamed of?”

“Your behavior.”

“My behavior? MY BEHAVIOR! I am behaving as a king is supposed to behave when his son screws up!” He was trying very hard to contain his anger. Why could his son not see his point of view?

“Father, you are behaving as a two-year-old might if he has been thwarted of his favorite toy. I am eighteen years old, I am not a child anymore. I made a decision, as an adult, and you need to respect that.”

“Respect it?” He was almost speechless, almost. “It was a decision based on your hormones! You are a prince Zan, you cannot afford to think with your loins. You must think with your head! If you had, you would have realized what a colossal mistake you were making when you married a slut!”

“SHUT UP! You have no idea what you’re talking about. Kalila is a sweet girl, and she was in trouble. I helped. It’s as simple as that,” he paused, and Tynan was surprised when his face closed off, masking the rage in his eyes with ice, “And for your information, my wife is a virgin!” And with that he stormed out, leaving a proud mother and stunned father.

“What was that all about?” Tynan asked, turning bewildered brown eyes to his wife.

“That, was your son standing up for himself.” Her blue eyes were sparkling with happiness and pride. He just looked at her.

“This is your fault, you know,” he told her dully, “if you hadn’t encouraged him…”

“Someone needs to Tynan!” she burst out passionately, “He said himself, he’s eighteen, and you still treat him like an eight-year-old! He is to be King one day, and he has realized on his own that there is more to that position than sitting on a throne and handing out orders! He is the one in the city everyday, the one in the fields, helping his people, gaining their trust, their loyalty! He is the one the people will rally to when the fighting begins, Tynan. HIM! Not you!”

“There won’t be any fighting Ariann, that’s what this peace talk will prevent,” he explained to her rationally, trying to calm her.

“Peace talks!” Her tone held so much scorn that he flinched from the derision. “Nothing will come from the Summit except empty promises made by Kivar. The only reason he even agreed to this meeting was to judge the scope of your incompetence and figure out a way to exploit your weaknesses! And just so you know, your Majesty, your son gained you a victory already. That girl appeared very important to Kivar. So important that he would have discarded both tradition and decorum to start a fist fight in order to remove her from Zan’s presence!”

“That is not a victory, that is merely an early addition to the problem. He has not gained anything except a whore for his bedmate! You should have thought of the consequences before agreeing to the transaction, you should have protested…It’s bad enough with Rath, but Zan…” his voice became tired, resigned, “He is Crown Prince, Ariann, he has obligations to consider in marriage. He can’t just marry the first girl that catches his fancy. He has to weigh the advantages against the disadvantages. The gain against the loss. There are plenty of women out there who are both beautiful and wealthy, who would be willing to give anything to marry him, and what does he do? He marries another man’s wife who comes with no benefits, and absolutely no way of contributing to the planet.”

He wanted her to see things from his side, but her expression made it obvious that she had no intention of agreeing with him. Eros, the woman was insufferable! He felt like throwing up his hands and screaming in her face, but that had never got him anywhere. He cursed the day his father had announced the unexpected betrothal. And Zan…No matter how much the boy resembled him, he was all his mother. Thank Eros for Vilandra. At least she had some sense, not regarding men, but in affairs of state. He wished the laws allowed a daughter to inherit the throne- His wife interrupted his thoughts.

“Tynan, we originally came in here to inform you of the union and it’s terms, unfortunately, you started ranting before we were able to finish. You know the Gem Horses?” He nodded. He wanted those horses so bad, and for so long, that going to war just to gain them would be reason enough. Why was she bringing it up? “Yes, well, I have secured one hundred of them.”

“H…how?” he managed to choke out. One hundred Gem Horses! That was enough to breed and sell, oh-ho, the possibilities…

“It was part of the arrangement. I insisted the girl have a dowry, so you see I did not just sit back and let this happen, and Ria, that’s Rath’s wife, she…reminded Kivar of the deal he made awhile back. The deal that caused Kalila to belong to him, and I judged the exchange acceptable. I mean really, one hundred of the most expensive horses in the known universe just so Zan could take his wife off his hands in order to preserve his honor, I figured it was worth it. Don’t you?”

He just nodded again, dumbfounded. She rose from her seat and made her way to the door, but paused before leaving.

“You really shouldn’t jump to conclusions and toss accusations out if you don’t know the whole story, it only makes you look bad. Zan managed to get you something you wanted and get himself what he wanted at the same time. If that’s not good politics, you should rethink your guidelines. By the way, you owe your son a large apology.” She swept out the door regally, and left him alone.

He stared for some time at the closed door before remembering the Summit.
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The tension in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. He glanced around at his opponents, weighing their moods.

The Second appeared happy. Very self-satisfied. The permanent smile on his face ranged from smug to dreamy, and back again. Obviously Ria had done a number on him. He was fairly thankful to be rid of the dominant blonde. He didn’t understand how Rath would condone her controlling actions in the bedroom. Some men, he supposed, were just used to feeling inferior. He shrugged imperceptibly and turned his attention to the King.

He was easy to read. He was feeling determined, giddy, and sheepish at different intervals. The sheepish looks were normally accompanied by quick glances at his son, which were being ignored, and speaking of Zan…

His eyes met those of the third member of the table facing him. The boy was glaring at him with hate. Not that the emotion wasn’t returned tenfold. He wondered idly what would happen if he just jumped up and slit the young prince’s throat. He’d probably be killed within seconds, but it would be worth it to see the red pouring from that smooth throat…

In fact, the prospect seemed more and more appealing as Kivar’s mind supplied him with descriptive images of possible outcomes of last night’s bonding ceremony…The thought of Kalila with that pampered little…He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. This Summit was for peace, a chance for him to lull the Antarians into a sense of security before his people attacked.

Before, the soon-to-be war had simply been for political gain, now, Zan had made it personal.

He couldn’t wait. In the end he would triumph, and he would have Kalila by his side again, where she should be, and Zan would be executed before his very eyes. Maybe he’d even do it himself. Heck, executioners shouldn’t get to have all the fun. After that, Kalila would realize her folly, and she would agree to be his Queen. Easy.

“Is something funny, Emperor?” Zan asked, his voice free of any emotion except polite interest. A tone that was completely contradicted by his swirling hate-filled eyes. He cursed silently, unaware that he had been smiling, but how could he not? The thought of Zan dead after begging for mercy was too enjoyable.

“I was merely thinking of one of Kalila’s past exploits, it’s a very interesting story. Would you care to hear it?” That’s right Zanie-boy, he thought as Zan’s eyes flashed, you think about me and Kalila and we’ll see who has the last laugh. The princeling’s no doubt scathing reply, was cut off by his father.

“If we might get down to the subject at hand?”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

“Raids have been made by your people on our borders, Emperor Kivar, it really must stop.”

“You’re absolutely right, I will discover the responsible parties and punish them properly.” Reward them, actually. He felt like chuckling at the ineffective king. Zan might have been competition if he had power, but Tynan was a pushover.

“Good. Well, that settled, I think-”

“I think,” Zan interjected, “that we may require more that your word Kivar. No offense or anything, but I really don’t trust you.”

Tynan looked at his son warily. “Y-yes. Zan may be right,” he said slowly, “Perhaps an ambassador?” An ambassador? He smiled in easy agreement. He’d send Niko. The man was nearly as cunning as he himself was.

“Of course, I’ll send him with the agreed upon Gem Horses at the end of the month.” He watched Tynan’s face light up at the mention of the Gems.

“Yes, yes,” he said eagerly, “I wasn’t going to bring it up yet, but that’s perfect. Just perfect.” Eros, could this man be a bigger idiot?

“Good. We’ll smooth over the details at an informal meeting tomorrow and I and my companions will leave the day after.” He saw Zan frown out of the corner of his eye, obviously displeased at his take-charge attitude, but the boy didn’t say anything. He shook hands with Tynan, and left the conference room, reviewing his plans in his head.

Niko would have to ingratiate himself to Vilandra. She was angry with him and ignoring their past…rendezvous. She would sleep with Niko in an attempt to make him jealous. He would order Niko to stay in her good graces. The woman was prone to pillow-talk, it would be easy to glean information, and she was in on all decisions regarding the monarchy.

Everything was going according to plan, except…The loss of Kalila. But that would not last long. He would regain his Queen, and his planet, if it was the last thing he did, and no smooth-talking, hormonal-driven boy was going to get in his way.
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In case anyone is wondering about ages, Kalila is 15, Zan is 18, Ria is 18, Rath is 19, Vilandra is 20, and Kivar is 23. Niko will be probably be 21. And, important, Ariann and Tynan didn’t know each other when they got married. And after they were, they didn’t like each other. The only reason they have two kids is because of that law, otherwise they would’ve stopped at Lonnie, and then where would our hero be?
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