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The Marriage Ch. 01

By: DreamCloud



Author's Note: The premise for this story was simple with only one scene interesting me. I was expecting a short story and ended up with a novel. It has been finished and I will post the chapters as soon as Tim413413 says they are clean. One of these days I will hand Tim a story and it will not return littered with corrections. As always, thank you, Sir Tim.

*****

I loved the way her breasts lay on her chest. I drew my finger along the bottom of one, the soft flesh yielding, but firmly rebounding. I continued under the other, and caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. I looked at her untidy brown curls splayed on the pillow. Her eyes were on mine, soft love had replaced the fiery passion of only moments ago. Dimples formed on her cheeks as her smile grew. The dim light from the dying embers in the hearth gave her a serenity that warmed me greatly. It was these moments I cherished, when our desires were sated and all that was left was a blanket of love. 

"I will miss this, my Lord," Alia whispered. I flopped down onto my pillow, the mood broken by thoughts I wished would disappear. She rose on her elbow, her smile gone. "You must send me away." 

"I do not wish to think upon it," I responded. Duty demanded that I did; my heart demanded that I did not. I looked back at Alia's angelic face. Her eyes were forlorn and her moist lips so inviting. A comedy of pain and pleasure, the cradle of my desire. "I will find a way." Her hand glided across my chest, igniting my soul and begging me to ignore my lineage. A life without her was unthinkable. 

"There is no other way, my Lord," Alia insisted. I hated the honorific on her lips. She was merged to my life, not the chambermaid she played at during the day. 

"Just tonight, can you call me Cayden?" I knew Alia's answer before I spoke. It was a futile request. She would never risk the practice. An inadvertent slip of the tongue outside the bedchamber would cause too much strife. She leaned into me, her lips touching mine. Lips that could melt away any worriment. How could I send her away? Gods! I must find a way.

"No, my Lord, I will not." Alia had kissed me first to soften the denial. I could have her imprisoned for denying the crown prince. I flirted with the idea, her in chains awaiting my pleasure. It passed quickly. I pulled her atop me and our tongues joined and passion grew again. "My Lord is not done with me," she quipped while reaching between my legs to stroke my fire anew.

"I will never be done," I said firmly. I was not sure Alia understood my love or my conviction. I was always worried she considered herself my play thing, just a dalliance until something better came along. "You are my heart, my love." 

I smiled, remembering my awkward attempts at seducing her so many years ago. I had laid awake at night, unable to sleep or think of anything else. The foolish plans I had devised to make sure I found myself alone with her. Her constant rejections and the night she finally surrendered. I gave her my heart that night and she never gave it back. I wanted no one else. My birthright, however, demanded another.

Alia raised her hips and guided me into her. The warmth of heaven engulfed me, forcing the breath from my chest. She settled herself onto my hips and her eyes welled. I could see the love written on her face, in the forming tears. I reached up and tenderly wiped away the tear that was threatening to travel down her cheek. She collapsed onto me, burying her head into my shoulder to hide more tears. I wrapped my arms around her and felt the shuddering as she breathed. 

"I love you too, Cayden," Alia whispered. My eyes welled at the name I thought she would never utter. I knew then she believed it would be the last time we would hold each other. I prayed it would not. We lay coupled, grieving for what was to change. I could not promise it would not change, my life not wholly my own. I kissed her ear and then her neck and we made love slowly, hoping beyond hope this would not be the end, but knowing it may be. I had to find a way. 

*****

"Sire!" I heard an insistent pounding at the door. "His majesty comes, Sire!" My mind awakened quickly. I looked around the bed and Alia was already gone. I was both relieved and disappointed. Perhaps, if my father would find us, I could demand love over duty. I sighed and grabbed my robe, a huge ugly thing made to warm an elephant. I had no idea why I needed to look regal in my own chamber. 

"I am awakened," I called. Lucius burst into the room with a harried look. "She is gone," I added quietly. His pace slowed and he nodded as he began to straighten the bed. Lucius, my steward, my friend and the one I trusted after Alia herself. He did not speak knowing what day it was. He knew my thoughts and respected my pain. 

"Gods! Boy! The lead riders have already arrived," my father's booming voice echoed louder in my head. Of course he was dressed, the sun was peaking above the horizon and the king never wasted daylight. He was wearing a plain red tunic that reached to his knees, but would be impressive under the fancy doublet he would add later. I could tell his beard and hair had been recently trimmed. Some gray continued to fester under his chin, but he wore it with a distinguished grace. I hoped to emulate his bearing, someday. I saw his nose wrinkle and knew I should have woken earlier and aired the chamber. He saw nothing, but he knew what it was that he smelled. 

"Bathe quickly," the king instructed cursedly, "you would do well not to insult your new bride." He paced closer, his eyes narrowed. "Your actions now represent a kingdom. Everything you do will be measured. I will present a future king, not a brooding child." I stood my ground as a future king should. My father's love rarely rose above duty. He expected the same from me. I took a deep breath. My mind raced through a series of childish responses and declarations of love. I settled on duty.

"The kingdom deserves no less," I responded, "I will endeavor to improve for its sake and yours." It was the truth, at least until I would see Alia again. I needed to place duty above my heart. Absorbing Father's ethos in words was easy. The deeds were where I was found wanting. My father placed his hand on my shoulder, and I saw his eyes change back to the ones I knew as a child. My words had convinced him. I wished they had convinced me. 

"It is hard, what we ask of you. You are strong. I see it in how you carry yourself." The king dropped his arm and turned toward the hearth. Lucius was busy staying out of the way. "Know that I have pride in you. I was young once myself, though you may find it hard to believe." It had been a long time since my father had spoken to me in a non-kingly manner. He usually left that to Mother. I was touched and desired more. "Your life will change and only your bearing will make it seem...comfortable." He turned back toward me, his arms clasped behind his back. "I know what you must give up." He knew about Alia! My mind whirled at the thought. "I leave it to you to settle it, though I will not deny I wished it were done earlier." He moved closer, and, for the first time since I was a small child, whispered in my ear, "She will want for nothing; a king could do no less." He patted my shoulder again and walked out of the room. 

"Thank you, Father," I said. The king nodded and continued walking. There was not going to be a solution that favored my heart. Only a solution that favored the kingdom. I looked at Lucius who was as surprised as I the king allowed him to remain present. If my father knew about Alia, then he knew Lucius was in my confidence. Maybe he was informing us both. I slumped onto the bed.

"It will be hard," I spoke openly to Lucius, "sending her away. I promised I would find another way." The truth was painful. I felt like I had failed Alia. I knew I was failing myself. 

"She always knew, Sire."

"I did not."

"I will start your bath," Lucius said, never letting me ignore my duty. "Think on it, Sire. I will help how I can." I rose and squared my shoulders. There was nothing to be done about it. I was who I was, torn heart and all. I could contain the misery inside. I had to. There was no other choice. It would only be for a single lifetime. Such a short time in the scheme of all that had come before. 

"A bath? Yes, thank you, Lucius," I said with bearing. I dropped to Alia's pillow once Lucius had left. I breathed deeply, her scent still imbedded. 'Forgive me, my love. I have failed us both.' I stood and headed toward the bathing chamber. The kingdom desired a clean prince. It shall have one. It shall have me any way it desired. It is only my desire that will remain unfulfilled. Such a small cost for peace and stability. I just wished it did not hurt so. 

*****

It could not have been a nicer day to seal one's fate. The weather was tolerable for being so near winter. The sky was blue with large white clouds lumbering slowly across the heavens. A ceremonial guard was assembled in the main bailey, twenty men dressed in chainmail with red tunics emblazoned with a large gold lion. The same lion flapped in the wind on banners secured atop the six spires and two more atop the gatehouse. I wore a similar tunic, only with the lion smaller and over my left breast. My tunic was held tight by a belt made of gold rings, my badge of office as heir to the throne. I stood a step to my father's right and one step behind. Next to him, my mother was looking regal in a long white gown tied close with a red sash. Above her left breast lay a large brooch depicting the same lion that permeated the castle. Only my father was without a lion. He was the Lion.

The Bear rode through the gatehouse on a large black stallion, leading a party of ten mounted riders, one of which held the Bear's banner high - a black bear on a field of green blowing in the wind. My mother stepped forward before the large horse.

"Welcome to Southerson," she announced loudly, "we gladly share our house and hearth. Enter and be at ease." It was a formal greeting, usually spoken quietly to visitors with a smile. In this case it was shouted to the world so all would know what was transpiring. The joining of two houses by a shackle through my heart. The Bear dismounted with agility that defied his bulk and age. His smile was large when he took a knee in front of my mother.

"We most gladly accept." The Bear's voice carried to the point of echo. My mother seemed a little out of place, a king at her feet was unexpected. My father laughed at the gesture; he stepped forward and dropped to his knee. 

"We kneel together or not at all," my father boomed. The two kings' arms clasped, hands over wrists and a cheer went up from the honor guard and was echoed in the Bear's party. This was the beginning of the alliance, Southerson and Douderson together, a force of two kingdoms that no one would assail. My heart pain shifted as I felt pride surge through me. This had to be done for the good of all. It must be inked in marriage, something that could not be undone. Both kings stood together as hostlers ran forward to tend the horses. 

"King Toric Douderson, may I present my queen, Mary Dewayne Southerson." My father formally introduced my mother with a flourish. 

"Well met, my Lady. Your beauty will always have my knee," the Bear stated openly which brought a pleasant flush to my mother's cheeks. He took my mother's hand and gently kissed her knuckles. 

"You flatter me, my Lord," my mother commented. The rest of the Bear's party had dismounted, some following the hostlers, making sure of the horses. I watched, forgotten, though I was the linchpin behind the proceedings. Some day the niceties would be my responsibility so I learned what I had to. 

"My dear King Kalin Southerson, may I present my queen, Tareen Wanours Douderson." The Bear stepped aside and allowed his wife to walk forward. Her long red hair shone brightly in the sun and was highlighted by her green riding dress. Though there was age in her face, only youthful grace showed in her movements. 

"My Lady," my father flattered, "I had not expected such beauty attached to the arm of a bear." He bowed slightly as he kissed her knuckles. Queen Tareen did not blush, but her smile was genuine. The Bear chuckled and she traded kisses on the cheek with my mother before I was presented.

"I present my heir." My father stepped aside. "Prince Cayden Southerson, eighth in that line." I stepped forward sharply.

"Your majesties," I said clearly and bowed deeply as was their due. When I rose, King Toric had a large smile and his hand outstretched. I grasped his wrist, surprised at the greetings of equals he offered, and he grabbed mine. 

"Well met, Prince." The king squeezed my arm hard and I returned the strength, a smile growing on my face. It was like meeting a friend, at least I would not suffer drabs. He laughed as I struggled to return what I received while I grinned at the battle. He released my arm with a flourish. "The lad is strong and stubborn, Southerson," the king stated to my father, "I like him." My father slapped my shoulder in pride. 

Queen Tareen approached me with blurry eyes. I suspected she had been awaiting this day for a while. She grasped my hands and kissed my cheek. "Well met, Prince. You bring honor to your family." I nodded and returned her smile.

"May I present my daughter," King Toric said proudly. I stood a little taller, dreading what was to come. I knew so little about her and had chosen to not know more. I had surmised her homeliness; she should have been married long ago. At twenty-six winters, this marriage must have been her fondest wish. Duty, I repeated to myself, as her figure appeared from behind the gray palfrey she must have been riding. "Princess Angelica Douderson." The king's pride was evident in his tone.

Ugly, she was not. She moved with her mother's grace, almost gliding toward me. The curls of her red hair had been blown wild by the ride. Her face was bright and her eyes a deep green. That is where I saw it. In those green eyes, buried deep behind a false smile. I was not her fondest wish. I suspect she saw the same in me. Angelica may please the eye, but she would never please my heart. 

"I am honored, my Lady," I stated formally as I bowed low. 

"As am I, my Lord." Angelica returned stiffly, holding out her hand. I took it in mine and gently kissed her knuckles and returned a stately smile that matched her own. My parents fawned over her as I slid back, both of them impressed with her beauty. It foretold handsome grandchildren. I looked back at the main keep, knowing somewhere Alia was watching, her heart torn asunder. It would have been better had Angelica been homely. It was a gilded cage my parents had wrought for me. 

As was expected, I took Angelica's hand and led her into the keep proper, following our parents. We split off inside, the Doudersons to their suite of rooms to clean from their ride. My parents and I went into a meeting room to await my bride's return. 

"She is lovely, Cayden," my mother said, smiling. I could see the relief in her eyes. She had been thinking the same as I and had expected something akin to a horse's ass. Alia would have looked lovelier in the green riding dress Angelica had worn. The thought made me smile. My mother interpreted it as agreement and hugged me close. I let her believe as she willed. 

"There are worse ways to spend a life, Son," my father stated with a little manly chiding. Mother gave him a dirty look. Father just laughed. I nodded when Mother was not looking; it was what he expected. It could have been worse, he was right about that. It also could have been better. I let my parents believe I was happy. There was no other option open to me. At least I could allow them to believe I was pleased. 

"I have confided in my sister," my mother stated quietly. My father moved closer. I knew by her tone, the same one she used when I was ill as a child, she did not believe my smile. "She will take Alia into her household; she will be well cared for there." My eyes swelled and I dropped my head. My mother's shoulder was there and she pulled me close. She had known. 

"She will want for nothing," my father repeated his earlier command. I raised my head and quickly wiped my eyes. I shook out the cloud of pain and shoved it deep. The kingdom required a king. Sacrifice was a necessity. 

"I thank you," I said clearly, looking directly at them both. "It will gladden me to know she is well."

My father nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder, "a king would do no less." He stated it proudly. I believe he was happy Alia was not some kind of play toy. It was a side of him I was not fully aware of. He had always seemed so hardened before. I had missed the man in the king. 

"Is the whole house aware?" I asked. I forced my voice to model that of my future kingship. It was time.

"Only those who know your heart," my mother answered, "none that look down upon it." 

"It is time to be a prince." I looked at my father as I spoke. I saw pride in his eyes. It would have to be enough. "I have a bride and the kingdom has an alliance. Our ancestors deserve no less." I felt taller. My parents were allowing me an honorable way to deal with the impossible. It would have to be enough. There was no other choice. 

"We make hard choices," my father spoke to me as an equal, "for home and hearth. It is your choices that will make you a king. I see wisdom in you and I pray you see it in yourself." I put out my hand and we grasped wrists.

"I only possess the wisdom I have seen in you," I stated, "I pray it is a long time afore I have need of it." I saw my mother's eyes water as we stood before each other. Father and son, bonded as one. They knew my pain and tried to share it. I could ask no more. My mother placed her hands over ours.

"We will welcome Angelica into our home," she said clearly, "she will be loved as best we can. I pray that soon an heir of Cayden's blood will bond us all." Family first. The idea of a child, of me being a father, aged me twenty winters in my mind. There was no choice here, only duty and my parents' love that I had not felt strongly since I was a small child.

"I love you both," I stated firmly. I will always love Alia, it will just be from afar. She will know that love through the care of my aunt. It was the best of a hopeless choices. It was the choice a king must make. I was thankful my family was strong. A marriage to Angelica will make the family stronger.

The Doudersons joined us after they had freshened from their travels. Their retainers would join us later for the banquet. Now, it was just Angelica and her parents. Talk of the impending wedding was at the forefront. Neither Angelica nor I were interested in the details. My mother and Queen Tareen were the driving force. The two kings sat back and ruled gently during the few small disagreements. It was time to break away and truly meet who I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. 

"May I show you the gardens, my Lady?" I asked Angelica politely. My mother's eyes lit up. She had been hoping I would take the lead. 

"I would enjoy that, my Lord," Angelica stately responded. I rose and held out my hand. She took it as she rose from her chair. I held my hand before me, as if in a formal review. She was accustomed to the gesture, her hand over mine as we walked formally out the door. When we were out of view, down the hall, she released my hand and her body noticeably relaxed as she clasped her hands behind her back. I stiffened at the sudden independence. 

"This duty disagrees with you as much as it does me," Angelica said quietly. I nodded as I looked down the hall. This was not a conversation for the keep.

"The garden is this way." I gestured with my hand toward east. "We can talk plainly beyond earshot of others." I saw her cheeks blush as she realized the risk of her statement. I found I liked her off balance. It was wrong, but it appealed to me. She quickened her step as did I.


The Marriage Ch. 01



The garden was the joy of my mother. The small trees, flowers and even the path of the stream were her devising. There was not a rock there she did not dictate its position. Though fall was nearing an end, there were still some blooms well tended and green was still the prominent color. I could see Angelica was impressed.

"It is really quite lovely," Angelica said. It was the first honest emotion I had heard her express. Her smile was real and those green eyes looked happy, if only briefly. 

"It is Mother's pride and joy," I added with my own pleasantness, "ask her about it if you wish to have your ears talked off." I pointed at the bench beneath an apple tree now devoid of its fruit. The foliage hid the bench from easy view and voices did not carry far. Angelica sat and I joined her. It was obvious we had both chosen opposite ends and maximized the distance between us. 

"To your earlier words," I responded quietly, now that we were alone, "I would wish that duty did not demand so much." 

"You can not stop it?" 

"No," I said defensively, "my family needs yours. My kingdom needs yours. It is not for me to deny."

"It is done then." Angelica's head dropped forward and she laced her fingers together on her lap. Her next statement was almost as silent as it was shocking. "I will be my family's whore and you will bed me for heirs." She looked up with glistening eyes. "My womb will be yours, my Lord." I stood, intending to do something drastic. I could not for the life of me think what that would be. I huffed and tried to speak, but nothing intelligent was in my mouth. My hands had no idea what to do with themselves, flopping from hips to gestures that thoughts never followed. I had not expected this. I finally sat back down defeated, unable to fight or defend what was happening.

"Yes, it is done." I resigned to the truth. "Your distress pains me and I am sorry to be its cause. If there was an honorable way out, I would have taken it long ago and spared us both." I looked at Angelica's tears. She must find me repulsive. I had never looked at it from her side. She was the one who had to leave home, the one who must spread her legs and birth unwanted children. "Know this, I will die old and childless afore I force myself on you. I will do all I can to make your life tolerable, my Lady." Her eyes softened at my words. 

"I did not mean...," Angelica shook her head slowly, "I do not...you are not unlikeable. Gods! This is intolerable." She looked up at the darkening sky. "I will do my duty and strive not make it hard on you. Know this, you will not be childless unless God wills it." She surprised me by moving closer and taking my hands in hers. "Strangely, your discomfort comforts me. I am not cattle in your eyes and that has to mean something."

"No," I smiled, "I will challenge anyone who compares you to a cow." Angelica's laugh was small, but not forced. 

"Shall we keep secrets?" Angelica asked, eye to eye, "are we to be partners or am I just to be a painting?"

"I am far from perfect. I suspect we would do better together," I answered honestly. Angelica was trying to discern her place. Her mind was quick and organized. 

"Equals?" Angelica was leaving it to me. I could see her desire to not be a figurehead. I had not thought about the boundaries of the union. I would one day be a king and she a queen. A woman I had only known her for brief moments. She was asking much for the first conversation. I thought about my parents' marriage and could see as much queen as king in all their decisions. I saw some of the same sparks in Angelica's parents. If both sets of parents deemed us a match, then a match we will be. I stood and released her hands. 

"Princess Angelica Douderson," I bowed deeply, "I offer half of all that is mine in trade for half of all that is yours. I swear, we will be equals in all things." She rose and curtsied deeply.

"I accept, my Prince." Angelica's smile was genuine and she looked good wearing it. "I can see now that we shall at least be friends." 

We returned to the library after our agreement. Before we entered the door, Angelica held out her hand and smiled. "Appearances are important, even with our parents." I took her hand and brought an honest smile to my lips. She would be a good queen. 

"As you say, my Princess." We entered the library and the conversations among the monarchs ceased. We were hand in hand, wearing broad smiles. Their faces brightened as they saw us together and seemingly happy. I found it pleasing and I suspect Angelica felt the same.

"Mother, you just must see her Majesty's garden," Angelica announced. Diplomacy was not new to her. In one short message, she endeared herself to my mother. "I would like to learn the secrets of late blooming flowers." 

"There are blooms now?" Queen Tareen asked, taking her daughter's hint. "Will you show us, Mary?" My mother's great weakness was her garden. She stood and waved her hand toward the door. 

"Of course, Tareen. The light should still be good for a while longer." The queens looked expectantly at Angelica. 

"Spare me a moment, my Prince?" Angelica was not asking my permission, she was playing her part. I raised her hand to my lips and lightly kissed her knuckles. 

"Of course, my Princess," I responded, acting my part. We would be good together, at least in public. We traded smiles which seemed to impress our parents once again. The ladies left to view the garden, my mother hovering close to Angelica. It struck me then, the garden would one day become Angelica's. My mother would bond with her through flowers. 

"Your conversation seemed to go well," King Toric prodded. 

"Yes, very well," I said. I did not offer anything further which made my father smile. I could see the apprehension in King Toric's face. 

"Give it up, Lad." The king was not used to being kept in the dark. "I had no doubt you would win her over, but it is not even dinner yet."

"I told her we would be equals," I said proudly. Both kings shared a brief look and burst out laughing. I was at a loss looking between the both of them. 

"You let me know how that works out for you, Son," my father stated between chuckles.

"You would have me lord over her?" I asked incredulously. 

"No, of course not," King Toric replied, "and I thank you for giving Angelica her mind. It is just..." He looked to my father as he tried to find words.

"A woman's idea of equal is different than ours," my father added. 

"Well said, Kalin," King Toric stated, "it is your thoughts, Cayden, that tickle us. You two will not always be in agreement and a woman has a way of steering you in less than equal ways." He shared another look with my father. My father stood and placed his hand on my shoulder once again. Something had shifted in our relationship this day. He was treating me more like my opinion mattered to him. He was still my king and my father, but I sensed he also felt it important to express some comradery leaning toward friendship. He showed respect.

"You will find out soon enough," my father said with a smile, "you were right to share the future throne. It is what gives this alliance teeth. We jest knowingly at your expectations - that is all."

"I have much to learn," I said. My experience was Alia and as much as I tried to give her her mind, she had always returned to me being Lord. The thought stirred my love again. Angelica, even with her quick wit, will be a poor replacement. I hoped the pain would not exist so strongly in the future and weaken my marriage. Somehow, I thought it might if I let it. 

"Aye, I am still learning," King Toric said as he filled three glasses with wine from a decanter. The conspicuous lack of servants was apparent. The whole conversation was informal. I realized I was being brought into the fold. Promoted from boy to man to friend, all in one day. It made sense. I would have to perpetuate the alliance and bonding was important to that end. I wondered if something similar was happening in the garden. The kings stood in unison, each grabbing a glass of wine. I followed and grabbed mine.

"To the women who temper our rule," King Toric toasted, raising his glass.

"To the alliance between Bear and Lion," my father added.

"Forever," I said said strongly. The path had been set and I meant to see it through. I meant to see my children continue it. King Toric's eyebrow raised and he looked at my father.

"Forever," the two kings said in unison. Our glasses met in the center with an audible clink. I drank as a king with kings. It was a strange, but welcome, transition. King Toric slapped me hard on the back in a manly manner. I did what I could to not let my surprise show and ignored the sting. 

"Cayden, I do believe you are one of my better decisions," King Toric stated. My father's face was filled with pride. I just basked in their praise. I always knew I would be king, it was the first time I really felt what that meant. I had been brought into the circle. My thoughts and decisions had meaning. 

We sat as equals and discussed the alliance. The Wolf, King Sacor Uberson, had tested both kingdoms and could field a large force. He was no older than I, and was filled with ambition his sire never had. The alliance was designed to peacefully set up a wall and keep him at bay. I had not realized the concern existed. My father explained much that night, things I would need to know. King Toric added to the exchange and I began to see the true importance of the union. I had always known it was needed, I just did not understand how fragile the kingdoms would be without it. 

Together, we could field 300 heavy horse, 1,500 foot and 200 archers. A force that would rival that of the Wolf or any other kingdom that sought growth through combat. We discussed chain of command in case it was needed, strategies for contingencies and fall backs for failures. I inserted my opinions and was surprised when they were considered. The responsibility was daunting, the alliance just made it easier to shoulder. There was no doubt it was needful for my love to be sacrificed. 

It was well dark when we were informed the banquet was ready. My mind was exhausted with the discussion, but it and more was needed. 

My father looked to us and smiled. "Talk of state makes me hungry. What say we indulge and return to this on the morrow?" The agreements could not come fast enough. We were like friends heading to a tavern as we exited toward the main hall. 

"My daughter has a love of riding, Cayden," King Toric informed me as we walked. "Take her out if you want to know her better, but I warn you - she may try to teach you a thing or two." It was a good-natured warning. I was good on a horse and would enjoy a bit of a race. 

"Thank you, my Lord. I will ask her straight away. We will have that in common at least." My future father placed his hand on my shoulder as we walked into the hall. It did not go unnoticed by the many retainers gathered for the feast. There were two long tables along each side of the room, just inside the large stone pillars that held the impressive ceiling at bay. The left side held the Bear's men and women, the right held my people. The division seemed strange to me in the face of the alliance we had just formed. Everyone stood when the kings entered. 

The ladies were waiting for us near the entrance. My father kissed the hand of my mother and lead her to the smaller head table on the other side of the room, perpendicular to the long tables. King Toric repeated with his queen. Protocol set, I made to kiss Angelica's hand. She held it stiffly down. I looked into a pair of amused eyes as she slightly tilted her cheek to me. I smiled and leaned forward and kissed her cheek. A good-natured cheer went up at the long tables. Angelica would handle presentation; I knew it from that moment forward. We would be good together. 

"Why are our people separated?" Angelica whispered as my lips left her cheek. She saw what I did and found it disconcerting. I winked at her and turned to those assembled. It was time to be more than what I was. 

"My bride has expressed some concern at the division of tables," I said loudly with the commanding tone I always heard from my father's lips. The kings and their wives turned, confusion on their faces. "I ..." I paused while thinking and turned to Angelica whose smile radiated across the room. I began again, "WE would like every other person to exchange tables to better reflect the union we are forming." Laughter broke out as everyone tried to move at once. After a few moments the tables resettled as a pretty even mix of Lion and Bear. Near the main table, two sets of parents were beaming with surprised pride. I took my bride's hand and walked slowly toward the head table. 

"Well done, my Lord," Angelica said quietly. 

"Equals, always," I responded in the midst of the appreciative applause. We were good together.

"Well done. Should have thought of that myself," my mother said as we arrived at the main table. It was not directed at me, but to Angelica. My father was smiling slyly at me, knowing the difference between equal and a woman's sense of it. I enjoyed sharing that secret smile, and did not care if Angelica received all the credit. It reflected well on both of us. 

The banquet was a lush affair. Many courses were served and the wine flowed freely. I was sure many friendships between Bear and Lion were formed that night. It would bode well if we ever needed each other for less civilized affairs. I was caught off guard when the boiled potatoes were served. The staff was overtaxed and Alia had dropped her normal duties to help serve the tables. The pain she must feel, seeing me with a bride that is not her. I tried desperately to not look, but my eyes always seemed to find her. At one point, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, in hopes she would be gone when they reopened. 

"Are you not well, my Lord?" Angelica asked. I snapped my eyes open and turned toward her voice. She had a shrewd grin and her eyes were focused toward Alia. I prayed it was a coincidence. 

"Mayhap a bit more wine than wise," I lied. 'No secrets' ran through my brain. I did not really agree to it, but implied I would. I changed the subject. "I thought we might go riding in the morning, my Lady." 

Angelica turned to me and said, "That would be lovely. I have a desire to see the land I will spend the rest of my life in." 

"I will inform the stable then," I said brightly, "do you ride well?" Of course, I had already surmised the answer from her father. I felt the need to distract her from Alia. 

"I am confident on a horse. More so than most men," Angelica teased.

"A contest then. That will wake us," I challenged. Angelica smiled and I found myself hoping Alia had not seen it. It was bad enough I would send her away. I certainly did not want her thinking I would enjoy it. I made a point to avoid looking at the long tables. I tried to keep the conversation tight, in hopes of not alerting Angelica, through stolen glances, of my past. It was hard to lose my love and be a prince at the same time. 

Angelica and I were in the middle of discussing her brother, the future Bear, when the inevitable happened. Plates of bread pudding were being served to end the feast. I was listening to the reason why Uri Douderson had not joined this first meeting when an arm, I recognized all too well, placed a plate in front of me. Alia's hand had a tremor and the plate rattled a bit when it was set down. I tried desperately to not turn around and in the tension, ended up fumbling my wine, some of it into my lap. 

"May we have a cloth," Angelica asked with amusement. I did not dare turn around and kept my eyes on the spill.

"At once, my Lady." Alia's soft voice washed over me as I heard her leave to obtain a cloth. 

"Wine has been causing you a host of problems tonight." Angelica was teasing, but I sensed something else in the tone. 

"Mayhap I should make it an early night," I suggested. 

"Alas, there will be music," Angelica stated with amused eyes, "and we will need to dance at least once. Will you be able to stand upright?" She was having fun with my earlier excuse. 

"I am capable," I stated, less than warmly. 

"I know you are. I am sorry for making sport of the spill," Angelica offered. Her tone had changed to mirror mine. I had not wanted to insult. 

"My apologies, my Lady," I expressed sincerely, "there is much on my mind. I spoke too quickly." Angelica's smile returned, but it was not for me. 

"Thank you and what is your name, my dear?" Angelica reached out for the cloth. I stiffened at the thought of Alia behind me. 

"Alia, my Lady," Alia answered as stiffly as I felt. I felt a draft on the back of my neck and wondered if it was her breath. 

"Thank you, Alia," Angelica repeated again. Then she returned her attention to me and motioned me to stand. She began to mop the edge of the table that caught the brunt of the spill.

"I should do that, my Lady," Alia said with stuttered hesitation. I felt horrible as I listened to her force the words out. I wanted to turn and wrap her in my arms. Instead, I stood there silent, my back to her. 

"Alia, please notify the musicians we are ready." My mother saved me. I looked over and saw the concern in her eyes. 

"At once, your Majesty." Alia was already a few steps away when she uttered the words. I could hear her relief at the reprieve my mother offered. I gently took the cloth from Angelica and completed the cleaning of my pants. Angelica had a sly smile on her face as she watched Alia move quickly toward the front of the room. I feared too much had been given away. I was not sure if the smile was humorous or cruel. 

"She is a pretty woman," Angelica said quietly as I returned to my now dry seat. 

"Who is?" I feigned ignorance while pretending to clean residual wine off the end of the table. Angelica did not answer so I looked up and found her eyes studying me. The music started and I welcomed the distraction. I pretended to forget the flow of the prior exchange. "Shall we dance, my Princess?"

"Yes," Angelica answered and we rose hand in hand. She donned a courtly smile. I was relieved the conversation was over. 

All eyes were upon us as we bowed to the kings and queens. The musicians were playing a pleasant ballad. Angelica deftly mirrored my movements as we danced a simple basse. Her grace was well practiced, mine was stiffer and, I hoped, more gentlemanly. Her face was alive with happiness. It was the dancing, not the eyes upon her, she seemed to enjoy. I was able to put the situation with Alia toward the back of my mind and fed on Angelica's delight. To her this was fun and I had to admit it felt good to see her happy. The melody ended with the two of us facing each other. I bowed with a silly grin to her graceful curtsy. I almost did not notice the applause. 

"Carola!" Queen Tareen shouted. Angelica's face lit up again. The call was echoed by many. I cringed and started to leave the floor. 

"Please, my Prince. It would be such fun," Angelica pleaded while grabbing my hand to hold me on the floor. I turned to put an argument forward, my lack of singing voice being the main. I could not. Her eyes begged and her face went so incredibly soft. 'A woman's idea of equal is different than ours.' I thought about my father's words. There were many things I would not have equal say in and this was one of them. It was either agree or become cruel. There was not really a choice at all. 

"If it please you, of course," I answered to an ecstatic princess. She pulled me quickly into the circle that was forming. It was agreed that the steps would be in the Bear fashion and it took a few moments to bring the Lions up to snuff. The song started, a lively tune about summer that all knew well, and we sang as our feet fumbled through the first few verses. By the fourth verse it became fun as the moves became fluid and we all danced as one. When my confidence grew, my voice was raised as well. Angelica laughed at my discordant singing. It was a happy laugh that encouraged me to continue. 




The Marriage Ch. 01



One of the men, a Bear I had not met yet, broke to the center amid some cheers and did a few complex steps before returning to the circle. The lady next to him was called out and she twirled her way inside the circle and returned once more to the edge, smiling. One by one we were all called to the center, the princess the most willing of all. Her fluid movements were a pleasure to behold and the way she ended on the tips of her toes was stunning. 

I had not expected the dance to be enjoyable. I was not sure if it was my joy or Angelica's that made the time pass so quickly. We finally broke out of the circle on the sixth song, sweating and laughing like children. 

"I must admit, I found that enjoyable," I said, trying to catch my breath. Angelica gave a slight nod to our parents. They were still sitting calmly at the head table pretending to enjoy the spectacle. 

"It will be unseemly for us in time. Promise me we will have fun while it is allowed," Angelica pleaded. I could see my mother's foot tapping under the main table. She wanted to be out in the circle. It would be undignified for the queen and the king to be seen hopping about. It was a day of revelations about my future. 

"Yes, of course," I answered quickly, "for as long as we can." I was unexpectedly rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. We finished the banquet at the head table, talking with our parents. Both sets were pleased we were getting along. The rest of the banquet went quietly, at least from my point of view. We said cordial goodnights when it seemed appropriately late. I again kissed my bride's cheek, reminding her of our ride in the morning. 

I had not forgotten about Alia. It was terrible how the spill unfolded, my ignoring her until Mother stepped in. I had to speak with Alia and sooth our hearts. I could not imagine the pain she was experiencing. Lucius was my key to that meeting. I stopped him as he gathered my day's clothes for laundry. 

"I need to see Alia," I instructed him and added, "alone."

"Tonight, my Lord?" Lucius gasped. I had to smile at his fear. He always worried about the propriety of things. 

"No, I fear the nights are over, my friend. I have an apology and a future to offer. There is no more I can give her, though it pains me to think on it." It made me sad to announce it out loud. Somehow it was more of a certainty when it came from my lips. Lucius looked relieved. 

"My sorrows, my Lord," Lucius said, knowing my true heart, "what is your plan?"

"I ride with the princess in the morning. After, she will bathe, giving us that time. The library should be empty with guests about," I surmised, "ask Alia to meet there."

"I will tell her," Lucius said. "I know how it grieves you. I am sorry there is naught I can do."

"The duties of the heir have caught up with us, Lucius," I stated, "I will fight them no longer." I went to bed and slept well. I had thought my mind would be preoccupied, and dreams would fight me. I could only assume the proposed meeting with Alia allowed my mind to rest. I needed the sleep. I aged too much in one day.

I met Angelica at the stables in the morning. Her speckled mare was saddled and waiting. I had assumed the small gray palfrey she arrived on was hers. The hostler was just bringing out Storm, my black stallion, when I approached. I would not have picked the large white and gray mare as Angelica's. The mare seemed a bit too much horse for a woman. Then again, Angelica tended to bend the rules. I could see by her almost manly outfit that side saddle was not an option for her. Her long red hair was pulled into a tight braid that ran down her back. I guessed my face showed my surprise. 

"You expected a novice then?" Angelica asked sarcastically. Cory, the hostler, smiled at the statement, but attempted to hide it behind his hand. 

"Good morn, my Lady," I called out, ignoring her jest. 

"It truly is, my Prince," Angelica replied, "I have been so looking forward to the contest you promised me." To that I smiled, knowing it would be a real one.

"What is a contest without a wager, my Princess?" I was pushing it. There was a good chance I could lose. There is just something about a confident competitor that made me want to up the stakes. 

"You are an heir to a kingdom. There are no equal stakes I can suggest," Angelica replied. There was only one that I could think of. 

"Humiliation," I chuckled. "The loser admits the other is a better horseman at dinner." Cory choked on a laugh and almost lost Storm's bridle. Angelica looked at the hostler with bright eyes. 

"You think I should agree, Sir?" Angelica asked sweetly.

"It is not my place, my Lady," Cory said, blushing.

"Feel free, Cory," I said good humoredly. 

"Storm has good legs and my prince rides well," Cory said while patting the side of Storm's neck. "Your mare is no wagon puller, and she is spirited this morning. Your bearing, my Lady, speaks well of how you handle a horse. I say it may come down to weight. That would give you the advantage, my Lady." 

"There you have it," Angelica said, looking at me, "I accept because you are fat." Cory's eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

"My Lady, I never.." I cut Cory off with a wave of my hand. 

"It is in jest," I calmed him. "The princess is just stirring me up."

"'Tis true, Sir," Angelica added with charm, "and thank you for the fine care of Sunrise. She looks the happier for it." Cory beamed with pride and bowed deeply. Angelica had made a loyal friend in that moment. The kingdom could do much worse than her as its queen. 

We took our rides out and let them slowly warm up. The day was turning cloudy, but the temperature was still well comfortable. A large open field lay before the castle. It was quite a way before the first farms started and the town proper lay well on the other side and out of view. A few sheep, our only company, were grazing lazily on grasses. 

"I confess, I believed you would be a dull toad afore yesterday," I said as an off kilter compliment. Someone had to start the conversation. 

"I had much the same thoughts," Angelica responded, "I was not looking forward to this union. If it must happen, then I am glad it is you and not some bloated old man."

"You will settle for a fat young man?" I jested. Angelica laughed. 

"You are easy enough on the eyes, my Prince. You allowed me my dance and you give me my due as an equal." Angelica looked over to me with sincerity. "Whatever we make of this, you have my respect and friendship. I cannot offer more so soon." 

"We have that in common, my Princess," I said, "respect and friendship is a good start." 

"I asked you in the garden, 'would we keep secrets?' How do think now?" Angelica asked. Alia was the only secret I felt necessary to keep. I did not want to lie. 

"In time," I answered, "I will tell you all. Some things are better kept hidden in the beginning, when they are too fresh to share." 

"When you are ready then." Angelica nudged Sunrise into a trot. "You will tell me yours and I will tell you mine." She smiled shrewdly as she pulled away. I had not thought she might have secrets. Why it bothered me, I could not say. I prodded Storm and he joined Sunrise at a trot. 

We rode up toward the apple orchard. The apples were all gone, but the foliage still held to its green. The wind was blowing slightly and a slight citrus rot was present in the air. I slowed Storm and Angelica slowed with me. 

"On the other side of the orchard is the press shed," I continued when I was sure Angelica understood, "the apples are gone and the ground is clear and will not foul the footing. What say we race between the trees, first to the shed claims victory." I was cheating a little. I knew the orchard and how the trees lay. 

"Agreed." Angelica then smiled and shouted, "Go!" It caught me off guard as she took off for the south side of the orchard where the lead trees were spaced farther apart. Sunrise was quick at the start and the shout caught Storm by surprise. He took a step backward before I could coax him forward. I was four lengths behind before I could get to a full gallop. Angelica never looked back and was showing great skill in setting her weight in step with Sunrise. I entered the north side of the orchard, where the trees were tighter in the leading edge, but blight had opened a deep path a little farther in. I gave Storm his head when I broke through the first rows of trees. We whipped past the stumpy remains of the removed trees and only had to slow to weave a few times. Although I could not see her, I knew the tight turns she must have been making. 

It felt good to become one with Storm. It had been a while since I gave him his speed and he seemed to relish it. I broke through the final row and headed at a full gallop for the shed at the end of the field. 

Angelica broke through well behind me and yelled at Sunrise who answered with additional speed. I should not have turned to see since it unbalanced Storm slightly and allowed Sunrise to gain. I rose in my stirrups and encouraged Storm who answered with his own renewed effort. I reached the shed a few lengths before Angelica, feeling fortunate it was as near as it was. I had doubts a longer race would have left me the victor. Cory was correct, her lighter weight was a distinct advantage. That, and she was well schooled in handling a horse.

Angelica laughed when we finally caught our breath. Our horses were lathered and panting along with us. "Well won, my Prince," Angelica said, seemingly unconcerned with the loss. It was the game that intrigued her. 

"I fear I would have lost if the shed were any farther," I admitted. "You ride well, my Princess." Angelica smiled and dismounted. I followed suit. We walked the horses a bit to give them a rest after pushing them so hard. 

"While the queens and I were in the garden yesterday, what was talked about?" Angelica asked. I felt she was testing the 'equals' portion of our agreement, seeing if I would hide affairs of state from her.

"We discussed the alliance," I answered honestly, "how it would work if it was needed. Command structures and strategies if joint command cannot be achieved. We will continue again this afternoon." 

"If I ask, will you tell me what was decided?" Angelica posed the question with little confidence. It sounded on the verge of a plea. I was surprised and a slight bit offended she doubted me.

"My promise of equals stands, my Princess," I stated clearly, with a sour tone, "you need not doubt it. If you wish to know, you will know." 

"No offense meant, my Prince," Angelica replied, "it is just that in the garden...the queens...well they said that a man's idea of equal is different from a woman's." I burst out laughing which caused Angelica to blush and be taken aback. I waved off her distress and controlled my laughter.

"The kings warned me the same," I chuckled, "I am supposed to be wary of a woman's sense of equal." Angelica's smile spanned the field as the juxtaposition became clear. She held out her hand which I took in mine, our mounts following closely behind.

"We will define our own equal then," Angelica said. I agreed and proceeded to tell her of the meeting of kings from the past day. She listened carefully and asked good questions. I spoke of the banner signals we had devised to coordinate battlefield movements when counsel could not be achieved. 

"What about night?" Angelica asked. "Banners will not be seen. And distance and trees, for that matter, could make it difficult." She was right of course. None of us had thought of anything but a bright and open battlefield. 

"You are right, my Lady," I agreed, "I shall bring it up this afternoon. Mayhap you should join the meeting."

"Father would not allow it, though I am glad you asked it," Angelica said as she was deep in thought. "Horns! They could signal long distances and in the night." 

"True," I agreed nodding, "I shall broach it at the meeting."

"As your thoughts, not mine," Angelica said, gripping my hand harder, "they will not be ready for my words." It was true. It mattered not to me, but the kings were old and set in their ways. Warriors have a tendency to think they know best how to protect the women. They would not look highly upon the women telling them how. 

"You have a good mind, Angelica," I said, "the kingdom will know it in time." She pulled me to a stop and turned toward me. 

"We will be good together, Cayden," Angelica said softly, "whatever comes." I knew it to be true. Alone, I would be weaker. The use of our names made the conversation intimate. I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, instead I found her lips. They were not as soft as Alia's. They were more firm and dry. I preferred Angelica's cheek. She chuckled when we broke the kiss. 

"We must work on that," Angelica said, "make it less like brother and sister." I smiled, knowing what she meant. There was no passion, only comfort. Maybe after Alia was gone. Maybe a hundred years after she was gone. 

"I will want a rematch." Angelica changed the subject. "Tomorrow morning?" 

"I cannot," I answered, "I must drill tomorrow. The next morning mayhap?"

"Yes, the next," Angelica agreed. Her hand felt comfortable in mine as we walked until we cleared the orchard. We remounted, both Sunrise and Storm excited, and headed back at a strong canter. I must admit, I found pleasure in her enjoyment. She wore an unconscious grin as we traversed the countryside, her braid bouncing joyfully in time with Sunrise's gait. I must remember to take her riding often. 

Once we had the horses stabled, we parted ways. Angelica went to clean up and she thought the same of me. I instead headed quickly to the library. Lucius met me halfway, nodding secretly to let me know all was as I requested. 

"I will wait out here, my Lord," Lucius said quietly as we approached the library door. There was only one way in and out. He would guard against interruption. I smiled weakly in acknowledgment and entered the room. 

The room smelled of old paper. Books lined the walls, sitting on shelves made of sturdy oak. A small fire, surrounded by stone, burned in the hearth well away from anything flammable. There were four chairs with lush red cushions surrounding a small round table. Alia stood there, behind the farthest chair. My heart jumped, the brown curls framing her face, her eyes deep dreams of ocean blue. I closed the distance and she hesitantly moved toward me. I saw tears as I got closer and her pain filled me. I said nothing as I wrapped her in my arms and closed my lips over hers. There was passion in her soft lips, promises of love and forgiveness. Here is how I wished to spend the rest of my life. Alia in my arms. 

"You make it more difficult, my Lord." Alia pulled herself into me. "I miss you so and this will worsen it." It would. She had the right of it. She buried her head into my chest. I lowered my lips and kissed the top of her head amidst the curls that always seemed so lively. 

"I had to," I said, "I could not...the thought of you leaving without my words. It was more than I could bear." 

"Your bride is beautiful, my Lord." It was almost a whimper. I think she wished her to be more homely. I would not lie, not now.

"Yes," I replied, "she is intelligent, wise in her own way and beautiful. But she is not you. That is her weakness and I will suffer for it the rest of my days." Alia looked up with watery eyes.

"You must not, my Lord. She will bear your heirs. You must not think of me any more." Alia broke down then. The tears flowed freely. Mine, too, were following. 

"I could no more do that than cut off my own head," I choked out, "my heart will always be yours. I cannot change that now." We held each other for a small eternity. Neither speaking, knowing this was likely the last. 

"My mother found out. She will see to your future and the king backs it," I broke the silence. Alia looked at me and sighed.

"I told her, my Lord. You refused to let me go. I did what I must." Now I knew why my parents respected her and desired her well taken care of. Alia looked down at the floor, I sensed shame filling her. I tenderly lifted her chin 'til our eyes joined.

"You were always wiser," I said, "I would have risked the kingdom." We kissed again. Her lips swept away the problems, if only for the moment. How I wished for more than a moment. 

"I am sorry for the banquet," I apologized, "I wanted so much to not ignore you." I ran my palm down her soft cheek taking some tears with it. 

"I knew, my Lord. We looked the fools 'til the queen helped." Alia was breathing deep, calming her ache. I hugged her closer, wanting to remember her in my arms. All those secret nights, the wonderful, laughing, joyful exploration. It was all one-sided and in the shadows. I could never have brought it out in the open, into the light of day. I will regret not standing proudly by Alia and claiming her to the world. It all ends in a small library among the musty smell of old books. 

"I will always love you, Alia," I whispered my goodbye. She looked up to me. 

"I will always love you, my Lord," Alia responded. Our lips joined for the last time. 

"Yes, my Lady, the prince is inside," Lucius said loud enough so we could hear it. We parted from each other quickly, my heart tore as I moved. Alia headed quickly to the door; I moved to the bookcase feigning interest in the volumes there. 

"My Lady." I heard Alia acknowledge the princess and I was sure it was accompanied by a quick curtsy. 

"Good day to you, Alia," Angelica stated clearly. There was a smile in her tone and it did not sound diplomatic. 

"I thought you went to bathe, my Princess," I stated, while continuing my fake search. I heard the door close. There was a pause before Angelica responded. I could only assume she waited for unwanted ears to leave.

"She is a beautiful woman," Angelica repeated her statement from last night. 

"Who is, my Lady?" I tried ignorance once again. I pulled a book off the shelf and opened it to glance through it. I had no idea what the title was. There was no answer from Angelica. When the silence became too much to bear I looked up from the book I was not reading. Angelica was standing near the center of the room, hands on her hips and a large grin on her face. I had fooled no one. I sighed and placed the book back on the shelf. 

"She is very beautiful," I said, resigned to the truth, "she is in my mind when I wake and she is the last thing I think of afore I sleep." Angelica did not move or change her expression. "I will not apologize to you, for it is she who is owed the apology. Alia has my heart and soon she will take it away with her. The secret, my Lady, is yours now. Do with it what you will." I was not sure what I expected, possibly shouting and screaming. What I received was quite different. 

"I knew last night," Angelica said without losing her smile, "it was mean of me to make you voice it." It did not seem to bother her. She seemed to be enjoying her deduction. 

"It pains me. Making light of it hurts more," I said crossly. Angelica's smile disappeared. 

"I will jest no more," Angelica said softly, "nor will I condone the situation. We will repair it, together." 

"Alia is joining my aunt's household." I paused for a moment, then added, "You interrupted our goodbye. There will be no threat to our union and nothing left to repair." 

"I never felt threatened," Angelica said slyly, "I know your mind and you know mine. We will marry no matter our pasts." She moved closer to me, and, for some reason, I felt uncomfortable. I did not move, only stiffened. "I am happy you know love. I am happy it is no longer a secret between us. If I could undo this for us, I would." She raised her hand to my cheek and caressed it. "I will do what I can, for you and for me." Her lips replaced her hand, a light kiss, almost non-existent. She conveyed a mountain of empathy with that kiss. "Now, I must find the baths afore lunch." The smile returned to her face. 




The Marriage Ch. 01



"I will lead the way, my Princess," I said smartly. The weight of the secret was lifted. Now I just had to live with a shattered heart. It will be easier to bear, not having to hide it from Angelica. 

"I am sure Lucius would be capable," Angelica said as I opened the door. Lucius bowed his head slightly when we exited. He wore a confused expression. I think he too was expecting shouting. 

"Lucius, would you be so kind as to show the princess to the baths?" I asked, slightly enjoying his befuddled look. 

"Of course, my Lord." Angelica smiled at Lucius, gesturing that he should lead the way. He was hesitant, but obedient. "This way, my Lady," Lucius said, heading off slowly. I started to turn the other way when Angelica's intent became clear in my mind.

"Lucius," I called and he turned, "the princess has my confidence. I wish you to speak true to her." I saw his eyes go wide. "In all things," I added strongly so he knew it was not feigned for the princess's ears. Angelica's smile was honest as he nodded to me. I would prefer she found out about me in an open manner from the one man who knew me best. That he was loyal would not hurt either. 

"As you wish, my Lord," Lucius said rather surprised. He looked at Angelica, "I am at your pleasure, my Lady." 

"We have an interest in common, Lucius," Angelica said quietly as they headed down the hallway, "I too have the prince's success in mind..." I watched them disappear around the corner. The princess was efficient in gathering information. Her priorities seemed to be the perfection of the union. Duty above all else. 

*****

The strategy meeting with the my father and King Toric went well. I put forward the horn idea as my own and it was accepted with gratitude. Both kings were dismayed they had not thought of it themselves. I was raised in their eyes which I found most satisfying. I knew it was Angelica's idea, but I seemed to forget that when and adulations were brought forward. She would never be my first choice for a wife. She would be my first choice as a queen. 

The conversation continued until dinner. All manner of strategy was discussed. The breaking of sieges, the flanking of bowmen and the use of infantry and cavalry. I knew most of the basics. It was the integration of multiple forces that complicated the matter. How do you destroy an army without hurting your ally in the process? It was determined that coordinated waves was the best solution. Never leave both armies engaged at the same time. One drive with heavy horse, withdraw, then joint bowman, then another wave of horse by the joining army. No respite for the enemy. It was determined that, once the infantry was fully engaged, the speed of battle would have slowed to the point all could tell friend from foe. By the time dinner drew near, most was decided. If the Wolf chose to move, it would be his undoing. 

"I will relay all to my son," King Toric said, "he will know and be my second as Cayden is yours." He slapped me hard on the back. I made it a point, once again, to ignore the momentum and accepted the sting. 

"I wish he would have joined us," I said, thinking it would be wise to develop a relationship with the future king. 

"He is all work," King Toric laughed, "no one better in battle, but a little on the dull side when it comes to ceremony and banquets. You will meet him soon enough." I sensed something was being hidden about Uri Douderson. Angelica was not all that keen to discuss him at the banquet last night. She gave the same type of broad excuse for his lack of attendance. 

*****

Dinner was a smaller affair than the night before. The food was just as plentiful, but only the main retainers were in attendance. The talk was light, the weather and hunting were the main topics. Politics did not enter the conversation, which was a welcome break. Just before the main course of roasted duck was served, Angelica surprised us by standing and demanding the attention of all. 

"Let it never be said a Bear would forget a debt," Angelica spoke loudly, "I owe my betrothed an announcement. A contest between us was lost by me." She paused a moment to let that sink in and then continued, "Today, Prince Cayden Southerson was the better horseman. A race run hard and won fair." There was a mix of cheers and laughing at the pronouncement. Angelica smiled at me. I stood, bowed and kissed her hand, then waved for silence. 

"In two month's time, my betrothed will become my wife and future queen," I said, "another contest I win hands down." Angelica blushed slightly, how she did it on demand I did not know. I pulled her close and kissed her cheek. We were good together. The merriment continued loudly.

"I wonder if I can make a request of you, your Majesty?" Angelica asked my mother when the dessert made of apples and cream was brought forward. She said it loud enough for all close to hear, including her parents and my father. 

"Of course, Angelica," my mother responded. My curiosity was piqued. 

"I would like to request one of your staff enter my personal service," Angelica continued nonchalantly, "it would ease my acclimation to the house."

"That is a prudent request," my father interjected, nodding to my mother. 

"Yes, I have no issue with it," my mother offered, "if the party agrees, it will be done." 

"Wonderful," Angelica said loudly, sealing the deal. Her parents seemed happy with their daughter's forward-looking request. Had I known Angelica's next statement, I would not have had a mouth full of apples and cream. "I spoke with an Alia Targot this afternoon, and she has agreed as long as you allow it."

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 02



Author's Note: Yes, the story drifted in strange directions as I wrote. Sorry about that. Thank you Tim413413 for editing. 

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It was all I could do to not send apple spraying across the table. My mother's and father's faces went white, which Angelica ignored. "You are correct father, this is truly an honorable family you have matched me to." I painfully gulped down my mouthful, and looked between my panicked parents and Angelica's calm face. She played naive well and had tricked my mother, surprised me and sealed her decision with a political lock. 

My mother was trying desperately to think of a way out of her offer. She looked to my father whose shocked shrug of his shoulders said it all. They could not retract without a good reason. The real reason would have shamed the family. In the end, Mother silently acquiesced with a nod. There was a brief moment when my eyes connected with hers. I wasn't sure if I saw sorrow or anger, mixed with motherly concern. 

"What did you do?" I whispered sharply when the conversation shifted and we were ignored. I felt her hand beneath the table pat my leg.

"I did what I could." Angelica's answer held no room for condemnation. "We will talk later." It was not the discussion with her I was worried about. How this would play with my parents was in the forefront of my mind. They would try to undo it later, and it would be painful for more than just me. It was the first time I questioned Angelica's judgment. She was making life-altering decisions without me. 'A woman's idea of equal differs from a man's.'

True to my thoughts, my parents waylaid me after dinner. We met privately in the counting office, away from the main paths of most residents.

"This is intolerable," my father grumbled, "it must be undone afore the princess detects the obvious."

"She already knows," I stated humbly. Their shock was evident.

"She maneuvered me." My mother's ire gathered. "Is she trying to undo all. She plays with our honor as if it is some kind of child's toy." 

"No!" I shouted. It was louder than I intended. "No," I repeated, more in control, "she does this for me, though I think it is misguided."

"What gain is there?" my father grumbled, "this has no sense to it." 

"I think she preserves my love," I said quietly. The more I thought of it, the more it touched me. "Her parents know none of this. To fight it now would only endanger the alliance."

"Your bride is saving your love?" my father asked incredulously.

"Yes, I believe it to be true," I answered, "she was against this union, but is resolved to make it work. I believe she thinks it necessary. Her mind works quickly. Too quickly. I have begun to admire it."

"Why would Alia agree?" my mother asked, "she has done everything to preserve your honor, but now risks this."

"I do not know," I answered honestly, "I intend to find out, quietly." 

"You know the stakes now," my father said, reminding me of the strategy meetings, "I leave it to you to keep the alliance intact. The princess may have some other agenda, so be weary." 

"She has an agenda, of that I agree. I do not think it is meant to harm me or the alliance," I stated. My mother hugged me in sympathy. Deep inside, she had wished a loving marriage for me. She knew it would be one of state, but wished it to be loving anyway. Alia and now this was making her more of a mother than a queen. I felt her worry. For the first time in a long time, I hugged her in hopes of making her feel better.

I was unable to talk with Angelica alone that night, She had strategically stayed with her parents, rendering conversation impossible. When I said my goodnight, Alia was there, laughing happily with the princess. The king and queen bade me goodnight and Angelica rose to kiss my cheek. 

"All will be well, my Prince," Angelica whispered too low for others to hear. I did not hold with her confidence, but I did not let it show on my face. Alia smiled, driving love through my soul, and bowed her head slightly. A shiver went through me. She was looking at me without reservations, her eyes locking on mine with others about. It was both intoxicating and frightening. I had no control of this, plans were in motion between my love and my bride. I prayed it would not fester into our house's downfall. 

*****

I attended drill the next morning. My mood was lost between confusion and anger. I fear the soldiers caught the brunt of my frustration. In title, I was commander of my lord's forces. In reality I deferred to commander Boris Kancraft, a crusty old goat of a man with years of experience. He was a brilliant tactician, a strict, but fair, leader and my friend. His interests coincided with mine and he had personally taken control of my training since I was a child. I was the swordsman I am due to him, and I was a good one. 

"Shall we work on cavalry today, my Lord?" Kancraft asked. He only put forth the question to maintain the illusion of my command to the others. Normally, I would dig ditches had he so ordered it. Today, I needed to release the frustration that had built up since last night.

"Aye, Commander. Then I would like to 'climb the mountain,'" I answered strongly. Boris was taken aback by my addition. 

"As my Lord commands," Boris said. Then I saw a smile on his lips. "It is a good morning to test one's mettle." He turned to the men gathered, "What say you Lions!" A series of three loud coordinated grunts, followed by a cheer of "Strength in blood," sounded loudly across the practice field. It always cheered me to have so many of the same mind. All armies could be beaten, but when we came together we felt indestructible. Camaraderie is a powerful force, and Boris nurtured it well. 

Storm was in a feisty mood this morning. I could sense he wished for real combat as we drilled, holding our lines. We spent much time executing tactical turns, pace changes and coordinated retreats to allow bowmen and infantry their strength. It was hard work and a few new recruits sorely needed the training. One horse can falter half the line if it chose to not react in cohort. It was obvious more training would be necessary. Boris made that abundantly clear as we headed off sweating to stable the horses. He had curses that curdled the ear. 

'Climb the mountain' was a contest created by men to test themselves. Though many a woman would say it was developed by boys. We gathered in the main bailey and those who would participate drew lots. The commander and I drew as well. There was no rank on the mountain and no shame in losing, although there was pride in the winning. We paired off, as luck dictated, and fought with swords fated to the contest. They were dull and contained many notches where the metal had collided with metal. Honor dictated the winner of a match. If you were struck in a debilitating way, had the swords been real, you bowed out and congratulated the victor. 

It was an exhausting contest. As the field of contestants lessened, the bouts become more frequent. It was truly akin to climbing a mountain. I had first drawn a new recruit, Hanson, and dispatched him quickly. I showed him how he failed, and he was the better for it. Some day his sword may save his life, and mine. 

After six matches, I drew against Paddi Scoreson, a large red haired man who had muscles that supported his muscles. I had fought him before and did not fare well. His strength wore me down hard the last time and I faltered, becoming sloppy. This day I had drive behind me. I wished to expend my pent up frustration on Paddi. I lifted my sword with sore, tired arms, and smiled at his bearded face. 

"I apologize aforehand, my Lord," Paddi announced loudly. 

"You will do so from defeat," I responded in kind. Our swords met, mine countering his two-handed swing. I would swear it was an anvil as my hands felt the brunt of the strike. I ignored the blow as best I could, and countered weakly to his left side. He deflected it easily and laughed at the feeble attempt. It was feeble because my hands were still stressed from the earlier blow. I took a step back and realigned myself to battle. I was breathing hard when he came at me again.

The blows were fast and strong. Each time I countered, my hands stung more, and I felt myself quickly weakening. I was also being forced backward under his onslaught. I gambled then, knowing he would make short work of me if I allowed it to continue. I feigned complete exhaustion and he swung hard with a finishing blow. I prayed the blow missed as I ducked below it. Flat of the blade or not, his strength might take my head off. He had overextended, expecting me to counter, and swung past, unable to return to guard. I swung low and the flat of my blade smacked hard into his leg, just below the knee. The look on his face was most pleasurable. 

"You tricked me, my Lord," Paddi said with surprise in his voice. 

"Aye, I find a fair fight with you impossible," I said with humor. Paddi smiled and bowed to my guile. There was laughter from the crowd as we clasped our wrists. He crushed mine to remind me we would meet again. I did the same though I doubt he noticed. I had only ever made it to the final bout once before. As before, Boris stood smiling in the center of the bailey, waiting for me. I was already beaten mentally. Beating him would be a wonderful feat, but years of being his student had trained my mind to his superiority. I was also at the peak of exhaustion and he looked none the worse for wear.

I moved before Boris and a circle was formed around us. He flicked the sword comfortably in his hand, causing the blade to spin quickly as he appraised me. Even at his age, his skill had not diminished. As I had proved with Paddi, it was not strength, but skill, that chose the victor. I sighed and attacked. 

Boris countered each of my blows effortlessly. I struggled to find a weakness as I pushed him back. I was expending my last reserve of strength and he let me. When my swings began to slow, he changed momentum and attacked. My sword was flailing around to counter his swift feints and strikes. I was still his student, I could feel it in my panicked bones. Every time I tried to press forward, he forced me back two steps. There would be no tricks as he began a relentless series of blows. I was visibly retreating and saw no way out of my inevitable defeat. 

The incredible happened. Boris over committed on a thrust, his left foot forward yet his weight was committed to his heels. It was an out-of-character mistake. I quickly swung my leg and caught his lead foot and down he went. I followed quickly with the point of my sword at his chest as he lay on the ground. I was breathing like I could not get enough air, and he was smiling and seemingly ignoring the exertions. I knew he had given it to me. I reached my hand out, and he took it while I helped him to his feet in the midst of cheers.

"You gave it to me," I said a little crossly, yet quiet enough to not let others know. 

"I gave it to your princess," Boris said knowingly, glancing toward the balcony. I looked behind me and my heart leaped in my chest. My future bride was there, blowing me a kiss for my victory, but it was a step behind her I was looking at. It was Alia, no longer dressed in homespun garb, no apron, no rag in her hand. Blue silks now hugged her curves, her vibrant hair alive with a white flower just above her right ear. Her smile glowing and her eyes on mine. I dropped my sword and stared dumbly at the most beautiful sight the world would ever possess. I bowed to Alia, the world thought it was to Angelica. 

"She is beautiful, my Lord," Boris said, man to man, his hand on my shoulder. 

"That and more," I said with a smile. Boris never knew my true meaning.

*****

I ate lunch with the men. The kingdom would live or die by their arms so it was important they know I respected them for it. Every muscle in my body was sore. In a way, it felt good to use them well. I made it a point to stop by each group that formed as we sat to eat. I saw Commander Kancraft doing the same. I could not have had a better teacher. 

I bathed long, trying to get the kinks out before they developed. Lucius informed me the princess had him bring Alia before her the afternoon last. I had given him permission to trust her so I had no right to chastise. Nor was I going to remove that trust now. The image of Alia on the balcony kept running through my mind. I knew what was under those silks. It made her all the more alluring. I did not know how I was supposed to face a lifetime of her dressing like that. I dunked my head under the water, trying to clear my thoughts. I wondered if Angelica was trying to tease me to death. She seemed to be amused with my failings. 

I was unable to secure Angelica alone before dinner. I knew she was avoiding the conversation that had to occur. She was terribly clever, giving me glimpses of Alia clothed like a lady, knowing I could not comfortably address Alia directly. Angelica's teasing smiles were becoming infuriating and yet I kept seeking them out knowing Alia would be close. Duty, honor and love were mixing poorly. 

Dinner was the first time I could get a word with Angelica. Her proximity and the cover of other conversations at least let us speak in whispered sentences.

"You risk everything," I said. It was a more dramatic statement than I intended. Without the leisure of long explanations, I was forced to use short sentences. 

"Alia is lovely; I see why you love her," Angelica said with her sly smile. My bride was playing with me again. I controlled my ire and kept my public face. 

"This must stop," I said without the determination my statement should have demanded. 

"Tomorrow, after our ride," Angelica said calmly, "if you still wish it, I will undo it." I had no response to that. I had not expected her to stop without a fight. "I hope you will not wish it," she added with serious eyes. It was settled in my mind. Whatever she had put into motion she would allow me to stop without shaming the family. I changed the subject to one that could be overheard.

"I do so look forward to our ride tomorrow, my Princess," I said honestly. I will not lie to myself and say I did not enjoy making Angelica happy. She may not be Alia, but her joy was honest and infectious. 

"I too, my Prince." So we ate and talked of unimportant matters. I dodged knowing looks from my mother. My father seemed satisfied I would handle the situation. I took pride in that trust. Tomorrow will see if it was deserved. 

Lucius was feeding the hearth as I readied for bed. He usually just brought in the wood and left it to me to control the burn. He then picked up the clothes I had just discarded, something normally left for the morning. He moved quickly and straightened my table and switched the old blanket on my bed for a new one. 

"Am I expecting visitors?" I asked in jest. 

"The princess, my Lord," Lucius said without slowing. Now she was setting my schedule and controlling Lucius. 'A woman's sense of equal differs from a man's.' My father's words never rang so true. I was beginning to think a painting might be preferable to a willful wife. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Goodnight, my Lord," Lucius said with a smile. Once he opened the door, Angelica walked in like the queen she would be, her white gown floating across the floor.

"This is not appropriate..." I started and stopped when Alia followed Angelica in the door. Gods, she was gorgeous. My eyes refused to leave her, but my mouth continued, "You just cannot..." Alia moved into my arms without hesitation, and all thoughts of impropriety flew away. My arms wrapped around her and my eyes closed, my heart filled to the brim. 

"I will come to get you in the morning," Angelica said softly.

"Yes, my Lady," Alia said with happiness on her lips. Angelica left quietly, leaving me alone with my love. 

Alia pulled my face down to hers, our lips finding each other. It was only moments before her tongue urged my passion forward. I pulled her closer, stroked her hair and ran my hand down her silken side. She leaned into my caresses and I could stand it no longer. I lifted her into my arms, cradling her as she giggled. I carried her lovingly to the bed and covered her body with mine. 

The wonderful fumbling of clothes being removed was mixed with our desire to not lose contact with each other. Her surprise lack of undergarments brought a deliciously sinful look to her eyes. I ravished her breasts with my lips, kissing and sucking taut, responsive nipples. I loved her sounds, almost like moans, as my lips traveled her body. Her tummy was ticklish in parts, and I had an in-depth knowledge of where. I found the spots and was merciless with my tongue. I loved her laughter and her fruitless struggles to dislodge my head. 

In the past, our love would be rushed. Now, I had the night, the whole night. The only one who would miss Alia had sent her to me. I dropped my lips lower and Alia gasped. I had hurriedly done this before; I suspect poorly. Tonight, I would take my time. I wanted to hear her, to feel her, to let her know how deeply I felt. I heard a small whimper when my lips found her sex. She was unbelievably warm, on the verge of hot. I tentatively traced her moist opening with my tongue and she moaned deeply. She tasted of sweet oil. I braved to go deeper and was encouraged as her legs spread farther. 

Alia opened to me, her moans begging me on. My passion growing, I held back, desiring her pleasure first. I ran my tongue to the top of her flower and dragged it lightly across the bud that had become exposed. Her body jerked of its own accord which made me smile. My fingers teased her opening as I lightly teased her bud with my lips, softly sucking. Her breathing became irregular and her hips began to rise. My fingers drove deeper, searching her warm wetness. My tongue flicked faster as her passion rose.

"Cayden...Cayden, my love," Alia called my name. It was more than I had hoped to hear. I doubled my efforts and my name turned into incomprehensible moans as I felt waves of pleasure travel through her. Her hips were thrusting at my mouth, trying to get more. I continued, loving what I was doing to her - the arched back, the shaking legs. It was a most enjoyable experience. Her hips finally lowered in a loud sigh, and I continued teasing her with my tongue as her passion turned to laughter. 

"My love," Alia laughed, trying desperately to move my tongue away, "my love, it is ticklish." I stopped my pleasurable torture and crawled up her soft, naked body, my arousal evident.

"I would spend my life between your legs," I said naughtily. Alia's lips attacked mine, not caring where they had just been. I felt her hand find my erection. She grasped it tightly and rolled me onto my back. I laughingly complied. She straddled me and rose her sex above mine.

"I love you, Cayden," Alia said as she lowered onto me. I struggled to hold back, wanting everything to last forever. My name on her lips was heaven. She settled down on me and leaned forward, her breasts pushing into my chest. She found my lips and her hips began to move. Her movements were slow and forceful, her lips tender. She rode me as my legs tightened. Her lips traced down my cheek, kissing her way to my ear. 

"My Prince, my Lord, my love, my Cayden," Alia whispered. It was too much. My body jerked and my passion burst into her. It was exquisite pleasure that I felt from my fingers to my toes. A dream come live. 

When I opened my eyes, Alia was looking down on me. She wore a delicious smile and seemed quite proud of her efforts. I chuckled as I rolled her on her side and then kissed her deeply. She felt so wonderful in my bed. I would have chucked the world away if I could have stayed in that moment forever. 




The Marriage Ch. 02



"I love you, Alia," I told her. I gently combed her hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. My passion momentarily sated, the events of the evening ran through my mind. I questioned the wisdom of talking, of taking the chance of ruining the night. The look in Alia's eyes told me there would be little chance of that. 

"Why did my bride bring you to me?" I asked softly. Alia smiled and stroked my hair.

"That is for her to say," Alia replied, "know that as strange as it is, I have a chance to keep you. I intend to take it." I had a list of problems in my head, things that spoke ill of what just happened. I kept them to myself. I will not gainsay any of it tonight. I had my love in my bed. 

"You were so beautiful on the balcony this morning," I said.

"I like that part, the clothes," Alia commented brightly, "getting dressed up for you in nice things."

"You wear them well," I said, "my desire grew just staring. I spent the afternoon trying to get glimpses. I do not think I can give you up, my love." Whatever Angelica had planned, it was her fault it had gone this far. You cannot dangle love in front of a starving heart, and expect it to go empty again. 

"Listen to the princess, Cayden," Alia responded softly. I found my name to be so wonderful on her lips. "She has devised this. I have agreed." I left my questions to linger. Alia would have told me all if I demanded. In this, I would allow Angelica more time. I had my love for tonight. 

Alia grinned and her hand found my phallus once again. "My Prince is not done yet," she teased. I was not. I would never be. "I warn you, my Lady requested that I tire you if I am so inclined. Something about a horse contest." I laughed as I rolled Alia onto her back.

"I pray I will be exhausted," I jested as I began kissing her neck. 

*****

I wore a silly grin below my bloodshot eyes when I arrived at the stables. I had woken up next to Alia for the first time on purpose. It was pleasing to see her soft eyes as the morning light invaded. The unrushed kisses and spoken love. A small taste of the real life non-royals take for granted. Angelica was already stroking Sunrise's neck when I appeared. Cory was patiently waiting with Storm. 

"Good morn, my Princess. Cory," I said with a slightly froggy voice. Cory nodded in greeting. 

"Sleep well, my Prince?" Angelica asked. I knew she was teasing, but there was no sense of it in her voice. 

"Well enough, my Lady," I lied. Had I the choice, I would have curled up in Storm's hay and slept the day away. "Thank you, Cory," I said when he handed me Storm's lead. We mounted and headed slowly toward the orchard.

"Was it lovely?" Angelica asked. There was no teasing in her voice. I think I heard a little longing, but it was mostly true interest. 

"I could have happily died," I answered truthfully. Angelica smiled proudly. "Why did I have such a wonderful night?" I asked. Her smiled disappeared. She made a few aborted attempts at answering. I gave her the time she needed. 

"I take great risk," Angelica answered reluctantly, "my secrets mark me. I risk your disdain. I risk the union. I risk my family - new and old." She turned toward me with all seriousness. Our mounts continued, oblivious to our discussion.

"Are you a cannibal?" I asked, trying to make light of the conversation. I could not believe there was any real secret that would make me think less of her. 

"In some eyes, I am worse," Angelica responded. There was no jest in her voice. She meant it. 

"I am listening," I said. No more jests.

"I too love another," Angelica said. I had already guessed it was something like that. I could hardly fault her heart if mine had already made a choice itself. It would be difficult, what I think she was devising. It could be managed and after last night, I intended to try.

"I will bring him into my service," I stated. There was no reason for her to spend our union unloved if I was to be loved. 

"It is not that simple," Angelica responded. There was shame in her voice. Thoughts ran through my head. I discounted them. 

"It will not be easy, but neither was Alia. I will make it happen. I will not have you unhappy if it is not necessary." I looked over and there were tears in Angelica's eyes. I braced myself.

"It is not a him," Angelica said reluctantly. 

"Oh," I said stupidly. I was thinking many things, some horrible, some sad, but I was not thinking that. I looked away, a mistake I know now. I tried to comprehend what that meant to the union, what it meant to us. I had no frame of reference. I had heard of such things, boys liking boys, girls liking girls. I had never met anyone who admitted it. I was not sure what I felt about it. I was not even sure what I was supposed to feel about it. 

Alia knew, of that I was certain. It made sense now, why she agreed to the arraignment. There would be little for the two women to be jealous about. How does one produce an heir with a woman who does not like men? A stupid thought, the parts would work the same. Was I repulsive to Angelica? Another stupid thought. I could see now why it took her so long to be married. Why she hated the whole idea. I could just open my mouth and end the whole union. I would remain unmarried, Angelica would be shunned for life. Her risk was truly great. 

Angelica gave me Alia. A gift beyond measure. Breaking the alliance was not an option. Hurting Angelica horrified me. If I could love Alia, why would I care who Angelica loved? I did not really. It would be something to get used to, but love was love and I knew love. There was no reason why, if it were kept quiet, happiness could not find us both. I turned toward her to tell her so. She was not there. 

I turned in my saddle and found Angelica behind me, slumped in her saddle with tears flowing freely. She and Sunrise had stopped when I looked away. It struck me how it must have seemed. I turned Storm and trotted back quickly. 

"I am sorry, my Princess," I said soothingly. 

"Hate me, ruin me. Which shall it be?" Angelica asked, looking up. Her eyes were clouded with tears. I quickly dismounted and walked to Sunrise. 

"Neither, my Princess," I said, holding out my hand to help Angelica dismount. She took it and came down from Sunrise. "Walk with me and tell me about her," I said. It caused more tears, and she buried her head in my shoulder. I held her as best as I could and not let the horses loose. They would not have gone far, but chasing them down did not seem sensible right now. 

"Alia said you would kindly," Angelica sobbed, "I really like her you know." I tensed. I was not sure if I should feel jealous about that. "Not like that," Angelica raised her head and slapped my shoulder. 

"You will have to forgive me for a while," I said, "I am still getting used to it. I am bound to make mistakes about things I do not understand." Angelica smiled and wiped her tears. Then, she took my hand in hers and we walked. 

"You will not think less of me?" Angelica asked. 

"No. Differently maybe, but certainly not less," I answered thoughtfully. "Much that alluded me is making sense now. No more secrets, I do not think I could take them." Angelica pulled me closer as we walked. 

"I agree, no more. They would only ruin us," Angelica stated. My bride was back. I guided us toward a small tree at the end of the field. I tied off Sunrise and Storm and sat in the sun. The weather was getting brisker, and the weak warmth of the late year sun was welcome. Angelica sat next to me. 

"Tell me," I repeated. Angelica had my full attention with no interruptions. She took my hands in hers and began talking. 

Mylle Paumera was the ward of King Douderson. She shared a room with Angelica as they grew through adolescence and into adulthood. Angelica's face brightened as she spoke of her. Mylle was described in terms of feelings she generated in Angelica. I could not help but like her.

Angelica described the fear when they had been found out by her brother. The hatred she felt at his admonishment. How her father split Mylle from her and tried to keep them apart. They found ways around that, but were never public again. Uri and Angelica fell out with each other, never really brother and sister again. A situation that obviously pained her. Uri was not in favor of our union, fearing the shame it would bring on the family when Angelica's predilections became known. He was in favor of locking her and Mylle away or forcing them to a convent. 

"My father sees this all as transient," Angelica said sadly, "he thinks a man such as you would show me differently." She shook her head, "He loves me, of course, but he does not understand and thinks it is his failing." 

"How do you know it is...permanent?" I asked. I regretted the question when it left my mouth. Angelica smiled at me softly. 

"What did you feel when I brought Alia into your room last night?" Angelica asked. 

"Well, I felt...It was kind of...She made me..." I blushed, unable to find suitable words for discussion with a woman. 

"That is Mylle for me," Angelica laughed, "even if it were possible to alter my path, I would not want it. She is my sunrise and sunset." 

"Then we risk more, you and I," I said confidently. 

"What was done, will be difficult to undo," Angelica disagreed, "I told you so you understand. Maybe in time, but now the risk is too great." 

"I will do what I can, for you and for me," I repeated Angelica's words back to her, "Neither king wishes an end to the alliance and I wish my bride to be happy, no matter what form that happiness takes." 

"Uri will be twice angry," Angelica said. 

"All the more reason to get Mylle away from him." I was resolute. "I will speak with your father in words he will understand. They created the union and will reap the benefits. Let them suffer the consequences. We will bring Mylle home." Angelica fell into my arms and squeezed me tight. I did so enjoy making her happy. It is strange to have a strong desire to please a woman and no desire beyond that. 

"We are building a strange family," Angelica whispered, holding me close. 

"The only kind we can," I added. How an heir would be managed, I left for another day. I stood and brought Angelica to her feet. I wiped the remnants of her tears from her cheeks. There was comfort with her near. I felt no need to create space. Friendship and respect. Close friendship. "Let us exercise our mounts," I said cheerfully. Angelica smiled and went to retrieve Sunrise. 

It was a joyous ride. I showed Angelica more of the countryside. The farms, the mills and well around the tannery. We rode to a hilltop that allowed us to see far. The village of Southerson was laid out below us. It had grown larger over the years. Peace had a way of welcoming others. That was what our union meant to hold, a strong peace for two kingdoms. So much responsibility put on a marriage fate had designed to fail. We would not let it falter.

"Would you mind if I concede our contest this morning?" I asked amidst the calm. 

"You admit you would lose then?" Angelica teased, "I queried Cory about the orchard, I know about the blight." I smiled at her.

"Ah, my advantage has been lost. You do not lack intelligence, my Princess."

"Alia said she would do what she could to weaken you," Angelica added with humor. 

"I would lose a thousand contests for another night like last's," I said dreamily, "yes, I do admit you have the better of me this morning. I am the better for it though."

"I accept your gracious defeat," Angelica said, "though I still wish to test Sunrise. Shall we ride together?" Storm snorted loudly. He sensed Angelica's mood and wished to run himself. 

"Storm agrees, my Lady. We ride." With that, we gave our steeds theirs heads and crossed the fields at a full gallop. Sunrise stayed half a length ahead. She seemed to enjoy the sport as much as her rider. I dearly liked the joy on Angelica's face. 

*****

At lunch, I asked King Toric for a moment alone. We agreed to meet in the garden, away from the ears of court. 

"I need to ask a boon of you, my Lord," I started, "a wedding gift of sorts." 

"If it is in my power, you shall have it," the king said confidently. 

"It is within your power, though you will not like it," I said, looking at him without faltering. I felt kingly having this discussion with him. I did not want to appear weak. 

"What is it?" the king asked with a hint of exasperation. He sensed something was amiss.

"Afore I ask, I wish you to know this." I built my cause. "If the Bear ever calls in need, I will lead the Lion to his aid. There will be nothing to hinder that resolve. I will have heirs by your daughter that will know Bear and Lion as family. They will know you and your kin, a foot in each kingdom for generations to come. If a sword is thrust at your daughter, know that it will have to pass through me first. Of this I swear - no matter your answer." The king was watching me and took measure of my adamancy. He nodded.

"Ask," the king said simply. 

"I wish you to send your ward, Mylle Paumera, to us." I said it clearly so there would be no mistake of my intentions. I added no honorific to the request. It was meant to be between equals. Whatever he was expecting, it was not that. I had caught him by surprise. 

"What rumors have you heard?" The king's face reddened. His voice was raised and I could see anger in his eyes. I did not wish to argue or debate truth from fact. 

"Will you honor our request?" I asked again. I watched his face change expression multiple times. It took him a while to realize arguing would be useless, and my request was not voiced to elicit shame. I was silent and gave him time. 

"She has told you then?" the king realized. 

"We have talked on many things, and that was one of them," I answered, "we are a force, Angelica and I. Do not mistake this request as weakness. It strengthens us." 

"You know what you ask," the king said, "you find yourself lonely in bed. A man cannot..." His statement faltered at my unbidden smile. I quickly forced it to disappear, but not quickly enough for his mind. I now knew where Angelica got her quick mind. 

"That servant girl," the king surmised, "the one Angelica insisted upon. There was reason to it." I nodded, not wanting to say it out loud. In a different situation, a father would draw his sword to such an insult. This union begged a different approach. The king turned away from me and clasped his hands behind him. He paced a while, thinking. I stood, patiently awaiting his will. 

"Your sire, he knows of this?" the king asked after some deliberation. 

"Half only, in time he will know all," I answered truthfully, "the alliance, and therefore the union, is important to him. He will leave its strength to me." I waited in silence for a few moments then added, "Fate has dealt a solution for both kingdoms. Do not fail to see it due to some imagined insult. I offer a strong alliance and happiness for you daughter. Do you seek something else?" The king laughed at that. 

"Well put!" the king smiled, "I will not argue the merits. In truth, Angelica's unhappiness would weigh on me. You build a strange union, my Prince. Strange, but better than one I could have devised had I molded it myself. I will send for Mylle and pray that three women do not drive you to an early grave." To that, I laughed. 

"It would be best if you told Angelica," I said, "it would sit well with her to know you do not think less of her because of it." The king raised his eyebrows and considered me for a moment. 

"I thank you," the king said softly, "it is time I let her know that my love has not lessened. I do not pretend to understand, but she is, and always will be, my daughter." He thought for a moment. "She will be so pleased," he chuckled, "I do so like making her smile." And I thought I was the only one who enjoyed that. 

I watched from down the hall as King Toric whispered in his daughter's ear. There was a moment of shock in her stance. Then she smothered her father in a bear-like hug. The king was smiling ear to ear as his daughter kissed his cheek, then returned to hugging. It was good to see Angelica's smile. I would have a happy wife, an amorous mistress who I loved beyond words, and soon, a new sister. Not what I imagined, but strangely satisfying. 

*****

Alia was waiting in my room when I retired for the night. Lucius made himself scarce; he was ever the thoughtful man. Something had changed in Alia. It was in her poise, the way she carried her head and where her eyes looked. She was sitting comfortably in one of the sitting area chairs by the fire. She had a glass of wine in her hand, another was waiting for me on the table. The firelight was flickering and bouncing off her curls, giving her a slightly orange aura. The effect was enchanting.

"You look rather beautiful," I said as I approached. Her smile enhanced the visage. She reached forward and handed me my glass as I sat in a chair an arm's length away, much farther than I desired. 

"Angelica believes you to be the best man in the world," Alia said with a smile as she sipped her wine. The apprehension was missing. That is what was different. I was no longer her lord and master. It was intoxicating. 

"I did no more than she did for me," I said humbly. The wine was warm with a very slight bitter snap to it. The fruity undertones came through with the aftertaste. It was appropriate for the fireside. 

"Cayden, how do you see my place in all this?" Alia asked. She seemed amused as she waited for her answer. I would have thought she had defined it for herself, prior to agreeing with Angelica. I wondered if there would be a correct answer. I wondered if she could possibly look more enticing than she did sitting in that chair. 

"My true wife," I answered. I shifted in my seat to contain the discomfort that had decided to present itself. The wine was heady stuff. I looked over and saw the bottle was a third empty. I wondered how long she had waited for me. 

"Will you hold secrets from me," Alia asked with a wicked grin. She had waited for a while. I could tell she wanted to play. I do not know how I knew. I could only guess that my heart picked it up. 

"No, my Lady," I said with smile. Alia's grin grew. I was correct - she wanted to play. This was a part of her I did not know. She tilted her glass and emptied it, swallowing gracefully. She held the glass out and looked at me. It took a second, I was not used to people looking at me that way. 

"I am sorry, my Lady." I fumbled myself out of my seat and refilled her glass. What a delicious smile she wore. I had never served her before, well, not out of bed. Against my building appetite, I returned to my seat. Alia laughed a most glorious laugh.

"I cannot keep it up," Alia said, "you liked it though?" 

"Very much so," I responded, "I will serve you any time you wish it." She was simply adorable. 

"Can we just talk for a while?" Alia asked. 

"Of course, my Lady," I smiled and settled into my seat. 

"I like when you a call me that."

"I like calling you that."

"Will you get bored of me?" Alia asked. She was no longer smiling.

"Gods, I imagine not," I answered, "I think I have more to fear that you will bore of me." 

"You would tell me," Alia paused, "if I become stale to you." 

"Yes...I mean no, I will never think you stale... why are you asking this?" I was at a loss where this was coming from. I tried to think of what I had done to scare her.

"The queen talked with me today," Alia said quietly, "she was not pleased. Not angry, mind you. She told me I was likely just a fancy for you. It set me to thinking." I controlled my anger and let none of it out. I was thankful my mother was not there, I would have said much I would have come to regret. 




The Marriage Ch. 02



"I fancy you today, I will fancy you tomorrow and when were are old, you will have to beat me off with your walking stick," I said, trying to let my anger cool, "I love you and I do not intend to stop."

"I know it is featherbrained." Alia was getting choked up. "It suddenly scares me that I cannot keep you happy." It was not right what I was thinking of my mother at that moment. She was still angry at how Angelica manipulated her. She was stirring things up. "I thought mayhap if I were more like a lady it would be better."

I smiled at her. "It makes my desire grow, though I love you the same," I said honestly, "I do not see that love ever changing."

"You must make heirs," Alia stated. I could see in Alia's eyes what my mother started. She was doubting herself. A queen can tear a hole in a maid's mind in seconds. I paused for moments trying to word a response.

"I kissed Angelica on the lips once," I said apologetically, "it felt like I was kissing my aunt. Angelica and I must produce an heir, and we cannot run from it. I can promise it will be a duty, and not like you and I. I will not lie and say the child will not be loved." 

"Like your aunt?" Alia repeated. It think it was the only thing she heard. 

"Yes, we kiss each other's cheeks now." I smiled when Alia smiled. 

"I am not beneath you then?" Alia asked. It was my mother's words coming from her mouth. I was getting angry and knew it was not at Alia. I swallowed my ire, and tried to look calm.

"You will never be beneath me," I said sweetly, "I have always seen you as greater than I. There is no one who will ever replace you, and I will not tire of you. My mother speaks unknowingly." Alia smiled again, but I did not trust it. It would take years to convince her at this pace. 

"When will Mylle arrive?" Alia asked, thankfully changing the subject.

"The king sent a messenger today; maybe two weeks. Prior to the wedding to be sure," I answered. 

"She is a lady also?" Alia queried, seemingly uninterested in the answer. I felt my bile rise. I knew where this was going. 

"Titled or not, she will not be interested in me, and I not in her," I answered quickly. Alia took another sip of her wine, mentally digesting my words and mixing them with my mother's. I would have words with her tomorrow, and I hoped a night of sleep would temper them. 

"Angelica and Mylle will attend functions with you. They will see and talk with all who you know. I will be hidden away and we may grow apart," Alia continued, "are you sure a lifetime of nights will be enough." I had not planned on hiding her away. I had not worked out how, but a few days was not enough time to find a solution. Everything happened too quickly. My mother was working faster than I was. My frustration boiled over.

"I will not lose you again," I said way too crossly. Alia cringed and my heart broke. She set down her glass and rose warily. "I am sorry, my love," I said quietly, "this doubt is my mother's, not yours, I think. I have none of it in my heart." Surprisingly, she leaned down and kissed my lips sweetly. 

"I will sleep on it and talk again tomorrow, my Lord," Alia said formally. I watched her leave my bedroom. The door closed and the wine glass shattered in my hand. My anger would not wait for sunrise. 

*****

I burst into my mother's room unannounced. I no longer cared for protocol or proprietary. My anger only increased on my travels. My mother stopped brushing her hair, and turned away from her vanity when the door slammed open. 

"Cayden!" my mother yelled with indignation. I would have none of it. 

"Father said to leave it to me," I yelled back, "you went too far to talk to Alia." I was shaking my finger at her. 

"Your hand is bleeding," my mother said with concern. I would have none of that either. 

"Your meddling was costly as you well knew it would be." I brought my tone down, but increased the venom. "It was not your place!"

"I am your mother!" She stood as her own anger grew. "It is my place and always will be my place. I gave her knowledge and nothing more." 

"You gave her doubts," I fought back. "You rip happiness from me for your own desires."

"Angelica will see to your happiness," my mother said with conviction. I do not do well when my anger boils over. I said things I knew I would regret, but I meant them at the time.

"You stupid woman! You know nothing of this marriage you have devised." I moved closer, bloody hand and all. I saw fear in my mother's eyes. Shamefully, I relished it. "Angelica will never keep a man happy. She does not desire men. All you have done is send my happiness away." I growled in frustration through clenched teeth. 

"If it takes me a lifetime to repair what you have done, I will spend it." I took a step back, not comfortable with my anger so close to her. "If the damage is too great," I lost some of my venom thinking about failure, "then," I paused, looking at her, "my hate will be too great for us." My mother was beyond shocked. Queens were not dealt with in such a manner. Mothers were. 

I left her there, my blood on her floor. I knew what damage I had done. I had possibly lost both my love and my mother. At the time, it seemed a fair trade. If she took her anger out on Alia, I would abdicate and seek solace in a marriage of my own making. Let the kingdom fall to ruin. Heirless and insecure, I would sink them all. 

It was Lucius who found me, bandaged my hand and calmed me. 

"The queen is crying, my Lord," Lucius said, "the king has bade me to keep you here, in your room." I laughed at that. 

"Have I been sent to my room?" I asked sarcastically. 

"I believe his Highness wishes you calmed, my Lord." Then Lucius added, "And out of view."

"I may have lost her, Lucius." I saddened quickly. The anger drained away and was replaced by emptiness. 

"You thought so afore, my Lord. It was not so." Lucius was always an optimist. I grabbed the half empty bottle of wine and drank deeply. Lucius did not appear to approve. "Mayhap tomorrow will look better, my Lord." I laughed again. It was the same stupid thing people always said when disaster struck. 

"Tomorrow, I will need to put things right with Alia." I looked over at Lucius who seemed uncomfortable. "I may not be your lord when it is done." I took another angry swig. 

"You have drill tomorrow, my Lord," Lucius reminded me, "let me make inquiries while you let out the fury. I will request Alia meet alone with you. You will not want her to see you like this." He was right, of course. Seeing her now would do more harm than good. I took a deep breath and let it out. 

"Aye, you are right," I said slowly and put the bottle back on the table. Nothing I had done since Alia had left was in any way a solution. I had succeeded in making my mother feel as badly as I did. It was of little solace, although I was quite convinced she deserved it. Lucius sweep away the bottle, feigning he was cleaning up. I let him believe I was fooled. He meant well, and was one of the few I trusted with my well being. I slept in the chair that night, the bed simply being too far away.

*****

The dummy before me was bleeding sand profusely. We had been practicing infantry tactics with spear. It did not take long for my mind to return to last night. 

"I believe it is dead, my Lord," Ruddi chuckled, standing off to the side. I had ruined it. It was designed as a simple target you were supposed to strike once and move around. I had lacerated it to death. 

"Better it than..." I trailed off. Mentioning my mother would not be wise here. "It was a difficult night," I finished.

"Brides are always difficult, my Lord," Ruddi chuckled again, "they make up for it on the wedding night." I smiled, letting him think he had the right of it. I placed the spear on the rack and circled to watch the proceedings. Commander Kancraft was as loud as ever. It was a welcome distraction to watch him mold organized soldiers out of rabble. He had a way of commanding that did not allow for dissent. His voice possessed a level anger that was accepted. Not so much that you hated him, just enough so you respected him. I envied his control.

I saw Lucius moving quickly, weaving among the soldiers toward me. It was an odd sight to see him on the practice field. I moved to meet him as concern filled me. 

"The princess was angry, my Lord." Lucius was breathing hard," I think she had words with the queen." I started moving off the field as he spoke, "They called Alia to the throne room. No one knows anything. I cannot speak to anyone who does." I started running. If this was how they wanted to play it, so be it. There was no way I would allow Alia to be persecuted for our love. I no longer wished to be part of my family.

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 03



Author's Note: There are nine chapters in all. Tim413413 and I edit one every couple of days. Tim uses three colors to identify my errors. The first draft always comes back looking like Joseph's technicolor dreamcoat. I really should have paid more attention to English in school.

*****

I entered the throne room with a terrible intent. I ignored the gathered court, and concentrated on the scene before me. Alia was standing before the throne, alone. 'She would be alone no more,' I thought as I moved quickly to intercede. It was Angelica who stopped me. She was off to the side, and signaled for me to hold, giving me a knowing smile. I slowed to a stop and watched in confusion. 

"You agree with all the crown offers?" my father asked in his omnipotent voice.

"Yes, your Highness," Alia answered. I could hear the confusion in her voice. My father smiled and addressed the court.

"Let it be known, from this day forward, Lady Alia Targot is our ward. To be considered our blood family, and carries with her our love and devotion." The court applauded, and Alia curtsied to the king. I stood dumbfounded, sweating profusely in my inappropriate attire. 

Angelica gathered a stunned Alia from the front of the throne as the court began to disassemble. My father approached me with a grin of state on his face. 

"Did you not have time to change, Prince?" my father queried as he moved among the court.

"I was not aware court would be held today, Sire" I replied, trying not to sound too out of sorts.

"Your mother deemed it necessary," my father said to the growing throng, "Lady Alia has been so instrumental in your bride's acclimation, your mother thought it necessary she join the court. I could not have agreed more. The princess was overjoyed." There were volumes of information for me in that statement. An agreement had been set between my parents and me. 

"We missed the queen, your Highness," a courtier said, joining the conversation. I was sure others had noticed as well. My father turned to him. 

"Alas, Reginald, the queen has taken ill. Nothing serious, mind you," my father spoke easily, "she did not wish to risk it spreading. Even I am to stay away, though I suspect she will recover soon." The last part was directed to me, although he was addressing Reginald.

"I hope you will convey our best wishes, your Highness," Reginald added formally. The king nodded and turned toward me.

"I should look in on Mother, Sire," I said quickly. 

"The love of her only child would do more than all the physickers combined," my father smiled at me, "of course, you may want to bathe first." The gathered court snickered at my expense. I could only grin and accept the jibe. 

"I will be off at once, Sire," I said, with a courtly bow. There was relief in my father's eyes, although I was the only one who recognized it.

I raced after Alia and found her with Angelica, traveling the hall toward the Douderson suite of rooms. It was a bold risk, but my heart could not wait.

"You will not leave me now?" I begged quietly. Angelica turned away from the conversation.

"I thought you would leave me," Alia responded, her confusion was still evident.

"My mother has fixed it." I ran my hand along her hair, such beautiful curls. "I was ready to run with you last night. I would have left it all to be with you." I saw Alia's eyes swell so I pulled her to me. I heard Angelica cough in warning. I pushed Alia gently away; the hallway was not the place. 

"I must see my mother," I said quietly, "I said terrible things that wounded her greatly. I fear I let my anger lead me astray." Alia smiled at me, and my heart filled. 

"I will see you tonight, my love," Alia whispered. There was everything in those words. Angelica took Alia's hand, and gave me a sly smile.

"You should bathe first, my Prince," Angelica said. Alia giggled her agreement and they moved off, hand in hand. My future wife and my love. It was indeed a strange family I was building. 

>>>>

I, clean and calm, entered my mother's room. I had said things I now regretted, and could only hope I had not gone too far. I did not immediately find her, the curtains were all drawn, and the sitting room was dark. I feared she may had retired early.

"I was a stupid woman," my mother's voice came weakly from a dark chair in the corner. My own words had hurt me badly. 

"And I a stupid son," I said as I moved toward a chair near hers.

"I was vain," my mother continued, "I did not want you to love a maid so."

"You made her a lady," I offered as I sat close. 

"She is more a lady than I," my mother said sadly, "I chose not to see it, and, instead, damaged it greatly. I am ashamed, and I lost my son in the doing of it." I could tell she was crying, though she hid it from her voice. I had done great damage.

"You have not lost me," I said, "I only hope you can forgive my words. It was my broken heart screaming last night." 

"You do not hate me, then?" my mother asked. My eyes teared as I fully comprehended the pain I had imparted last night. I dropped to my knees before her and laid my head in her lap. 

"Only love," I said as her hand caressed my head. I had been here many years before, a young boy seeking solace from his travails. We needed to return to that, if only for a moment. She would always be my mother. 

"I did not know about Angelica," my mother said in a way of an apology, "I suppose this Mylle is special to her?" 

"Yes, very special," I answered. 

"I understand more of what you two have done," my mother confessed, "I will support it, as will your father, but it is a strange thing." 

"It is that," I said.

"Will you bring Alia and Angelica to tea tomorrow?" my mother asked, "I wish to discuss things and make amends. I could see to some of the practicalities of this union. Mayhap ease your burden."

"I would like nothing better," I answered truthfully. A queen could see to things unquestionably. My mother urged me to my feet and stood by my side.

"None of what I did was meant to hurt," my mother said, "I was blinded by what I thought was best for you. I had it wrong, so very wrong." I hugged her then. It was good to feel her love again. 

"Father seems to think you do not wish to see him," I said. Mother broke from me, and opened the curtains. I could see she had not taken care of herself this morning. It was rare to see her so disheveled. 

"Ah, yes," my mother thought out loud, "anger and shame make you say things you wish you had not." I nodded, not wishing to rehash my ignorance. She cradled my face in her hands and kissed my forehead. "You tell your father to come see me," a sly smile formed on her face, "tell him I wish to have a long talk with him." 

I found Father conversing with a mason. One of the flanking towers was showing signs of weather wear. The discussion was regarding how best to make the repairs without bringing down the whole structure.

"The queen is feeling better, Sire," I said formally, since others were present. My father smiled and nodded. He went back to his discussions. I turned to walk away, and remembered my mother's words. "She wishes to have a long talk with you," I added, looking back. My father's face brightened. 

"We will return to this on the morrow," my father said quickly. The discussion was over in a flurry of bows the king did not slow to watch. He was off with a silly grin on his face. It hit me then, my mother had used me to set up a dalliance. Images came unbidden to my mind, and I forced them away. I would just have to assume my father would accept the apology.

>>>>

Happiness has many definitions. To some, it was measured in wine, women and song. In others, the pursuit of one's dreams. To Alia, it was sitting at the main table. Angelica sat between us, a good thing since my groping would have given us away. Alia wore a new dress, something from Angelica's wardrobe I assumed. It was a soft pink, trimmed by a flowery twirl the color of brass. The sleeves flared out wildly, almost forming wings. The sides were cinched by darker pink lace ending in bows at her hips, the trailing ends flowing to the floor. It was an overwhelming visage enhanced by her unbidden smile. 

I spent most of the dinner watching Alia. Angelica would intercede, to maintain our illusion, but my eyes always traveled back to Alia when they could. There were small white daisies weaved into her curls, and they danced when she moved her head. My mother made it a point to talk with her, and pull her into other conversations. 

"Can you look any more smitten?" Angelica whispered. My eyes snapped to hers, my mind now aware. 

"She is so happy," I quietly replied. Angelica smiled and kicked my leg under the table. I laughed at her sister-like maneuver. 

"Will you take me riding tomorrow, my Prince?" Angelica asked in a less quiet manner. I would have preferred spending the day with Alia. My duties would not allow it at this time. My bride would need my attention. 

"Of course, I look forward to it, my Princess," I answered brightly, "I believe I owe you a contest, one a little more fair than the first." 

"Was the contest not fair the first time?" King Toric asked, interjecting himself. 

"Alas, your Highness, I failed to mention the easier route to my lady," I said with a grin. The king slapped his knee and laughed. 

"I wondered how Sunrise could lose to that warhorse of yours," the king said. Storm was bred for strength. He could move full armor at great speed across the battlefield, weight that would crush Sunrise. Unarmored, he did not have Sunrise's light, supple nature. 

"Do you fault me for taking an advantage, your Highness?" I asked. 

"No. Not at all," the king answered with humor, "I know my daughter - take your victories when you can. They will be few." To that I laughed. It earned me another kick under the table. I then saw Angelica jerk a bit. Alia was smiling at me. I do believed she kicked Angelica for me. The conversation turned to horse breeding and training. It was a pleasant dinner, all told. My strange family was getting used to itself. My mother and father content, or at least tolerant of the situation. 

>>>>

"What you have lost has been found, my Lord." Lucius said with smile. He was outside my room when I had desired to retire. "If there is nothing more you need me for, I will retire."

"Is there someone in my room, Lucius?" I asked, knowing the answer. 

"Aye, my Lord," Lucius bowed, then headed off without my leave. He knew he already had it. I took a few deep breaths. Last night had not gone so well. I let the memory fade away; I did not want to bring it inside with me. I opened the door and entered with a smile.

Alia was seated in the same chair as last night. She held a glass full of wine, and another was waiting for me. The fire was highlighting her hair as before. Instead of silks, she was wearing the pink dress from dinner - with the same smile. I smiled weakly, memories from last night flooded back. She looked at me, and crossed one leg comfortably over the other. 

"Are you in the habit of making a lady wait?" Alia asked sternly. She took a dainty sip of her wine as I stared. I was not sure if playing tonight was worth the risk. A repeat of last night would be beyond horrible. 

"Alia...it is a little soon for...this," I said as nicely as I could. She took another sip of her wine, stood and placed the glass on the table. Smiling, she loosened the ties on both sides of her dress, and lifted it over her head. Naked, she regrasped her wine, sat back down and recrossed her legs. This no longer looked like last night. 

"You have no undergarments, my Lady," I said with an large grin. 

"I thought they might get in the way." Alia swirled the wine in her glass, and calmly took another sip. 

"I am sorry for keeping you waiting, my Lady," I said, entering the game. Alia gestured to the glass on the table. I retrieved it and tasted the same heady wine from last night. I sat in the closest chair to her, and her expression changed. 

"You sit unbidden?" Alia asked strictly. She was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Simply adorable. I jumped to my feet. 

"A thousand pardons, my Lady," I said with contrition. She waved her hand absently, as if to forgive my mistake. No permission to sit was given, so I stood. 

"I have gone an entire day without being satisfied," Alia sighed, looking into her wine glass, "I question if you are capable." She looked me up and down like one would to value a horse. I was trying desperately to not laugh. I also felt a strong stirring betwixt my legs. Her nakedness was awakening me. 

"More than capable, my Lady," I said with an uncontrolled smile. Alia pursed her lips to stop her own smile and looked at her wine. 

"Disrobe, I will see if anything pleases me." Alia waved her hand in command again. I set down my wine. 

"As my Lady wishes." I removed my shirt and tossed it in the corner. I struggled to remove my boots while standing, a difficult chore for anyone over the age of ten. I almost fell over which elicited a suppressed giggle. My boots, my pants and my undergarment found their way on top of my shirt. I stood naked, my phallus stiff with anticipation. 

Alia bit her lower lip to suppress her smile. She absently waved me forward. I approached, a bit embarrassed by my swinging manhood. She studied it, then reached out and took the shaft between two fingers. She lifted it; then she let it drop. I jerked involuntarily. "Impressive, but has it been bathed?" She took another sip of her wine, awaiting my answer. 

"I would never appear unbathed before my lady," I said, continuing the game. 

"What flavor is it?" Alia asked. This time her stern lips were cracking into a smile. I had no answer for her. I fumbled with the half answer I could think of. 

"Man flavored, my Lady," I said. I was backed up with laughter and arousal. It was an enjoyable game. Alia shook her head. 

"Tsk, tsk, that will never do." Alia's smile turned sly. She glanced up briefly, then dumped the contents of her wineglass along my phallus. This time her laughter broke as I sucked in my breath against the sensation. I started to step back in surprise, but her other hand grasped my bum and pulled me forward. Her lips wrapped softly around me, and she took me into her mouth. 

Alia's warmth engulfed my erection. The vision of her lips moving slowly down then back along my phallus was more pleasurable than anything before it. I struggled to remain still, and enjoy her machinations. I felt her tongue moving strongly on the underside, teasing more pleasure into me. Her cheeks caved as she pulled me deeper, ever deeper. I heard her wineglass hit the rug as her hand ran up the inside of my thigh. When it reached the junction, where my legs met my sex, the sensation became too much. 

"Alia..." I warned. I held back, almost painfully, to give her time. She pulled me deeper, loving all of me. I no longer controlled my destiny, and groaned loudly as I emptied myself. She gently coaxed me to completion, never leaving me. My legs became unstable, her hands holding me steady. I loved her deeply for the love she showed. My real wife. 

Alia lightly kissed the tip when my body returned to me. She rose, looking into my eyes. "There will never be another night like last, Cayden." She said it with conviction, and my heart believed her without reservation. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, not caring about the taste of myself. 

"My lady is still unsatisfied," I whispered in her ear. 

"Mmmmm, I leave that to you, my Lord," Alia cooed. I carried my naked beauty to the bed and laid her there. I started with her toes. The fire was embers by the time she lay fully sated in my arms. We slept unmoving, secure within each other.

It was pleasant to wake with Alia. She woke so sensually, stretching slowly like one would expect from a cat. My ears welcomed her small girlish moans and soft caresses. I kissed her shoulder, and she snuggled closer. I would have stayed the day had I not promised Angelica to go riding. 

"Come riding with us," I suggested. Alia's brown morning eyes opened. She looked at mine, trying to discern my meaning.

"I have never been on a horse," Alia responded as though the idea was absurd. 

"Then I shall teach you," I said, "I would choose to see you out of bed more, if I could." Alia smiled at me. Her morning smile was more adorable than her evening one.

"Angelica will be jealous, you know," Alia said softly. It was an odd statement. I played with the ends of her hair as I thought on it. "She likes her time with you, she told me so." I also enjoyed the rides I took with Angelica. It seemed, at first, that adding Alia would make it even better. Thinking on it, and Angelica's worry at dinner, I was moving away from her. 

"I had not thought past you," I said with smile, "I have to remember I have a bride. You will have to stop being so alluring, mayhap grow a beard." It was getting easier to make Alia laugh.

"Ride with your bride today," Alia said with a kiss, "let the kingdom see the two of you as one. Then come back to me." I kissed her again before she crawled out of bed. 

"Some day I will teach you to ride, my Lady," I said, my eyes absorbing her nakedness. She looked back at me as she dressed.

"I look forward to it," Alia smiled, "truly, I do." I bounded out of bed, happy with my future thoughts. I could see myself and Alia riding across the fields and sitting under the trees. When Mylle arrived, Angelica would wish as much for herself. 

Cory was waiting, holding Storm's lead. Angelica was already pacing Sunrise around the stocks, obviously anxious to get going. I was in a good mood so I jested with Cory.

"You betrayed your prince, Cory." I enjoyed the confusion on his face. "Your loyalties become fickle in the presence of a beautiful princess." I had not expected him to catch on right away, but our earlier bantering had schooled him. 

"Alas, my Lord, the princess smiled and I surrendered all," Cory played along. 

"One would think you prefer her to win," I jested further. Angelica was grinning brightly at the exchange. 

"Forgive me, my Lord," Cory said contritely, "I have no defense for it. If my future queen desires it, it is in my heart also." Cory had a quicker mind than I had known. I had a new respect for him. 

"Forgiven," I said loudly, "the princess has me entranced as well. We men have no defense against such beauty." Angelica blushed. It pleased me more than it should. Cory bowed slightly and handed Storm's lead to me. I mounted Storm with a flourish - I was feeling especially good. Angelica nudged Sunrise to a trot. Storm and I followed. 

"Good morn, my Princess," I said joyfully as I pulled alongside. 

"Good morn, my Prince," Angelica replied, "I wondered, for a moment, if I would be riding alone." Her voice was pleasant, though I sensed some hurt. 

"I allowed myself to be...distracted," I said in a way of apology, "it would pain me to miss riding with you. I enjoy our time together. It stimulates me." Angelica smiled, and I could see her former self return. 

"So, you find Alia distracting?" Angelica teased. 

"My mind will drift to her, I admit," I said truthfully, "know that I value what we have as well. Your mind is quick, and the company pleasing. I cannot imagine anyone else as my queen." Angelica slowed Sunrise and Storm matched the pace.

"You would not want Alia as your queen?" Angelica asked. 

"Alia would be a good queen, you will be a great one," I answered honestly, "I must think for the kingdoms, yours and mine." 

"I was offended this morning," Angelica admitted, "sharing your attention is more difficult than I first thought. Does that surprise you?" I pulled Storm to a stop, and Sunrise followed.




The Marriage Ch. 03



"That you would admit it, yes," I replied. "Do I seem aloof?"

"Not now, but when Alia is near," Angelica answered. There was no pain in her voice. She wasn't upset. She was informing me.

"I must balance things better," I said. King Toric's words came back to me, 'Pray that three women do not drive you to an early grave.'

"As must I, when Mylle arrives," Angelica added. For Angelica's sake, I was looking forward to Mylle's arrival. Strangely, somewhere deeper, I resented it. I could not determine why. Angelica's happiness was as important as mine. A few days ago, I was adamant with the king, and proud to make the request. There was no reason to gainsay it. It simply bothered me. 

"Ah, I see it in your face, too," Angelica said, "better that we both see it now."

"See what?"

"We are falling in love, you idiot," Angelica said, sounding upset for having to voice it. "Not the love we feel for Mylle and Alia, but love none the same. I am jealous of Alia. You looked like you bit a lemon when I mentioned Mylle. Do you deny it?"

"It will make things difficult," I said, realizing she had the truth of it.

"Or easier, I do not know," Angelica added. "What will Alia and Mylle think? We build this family, and now this happens. Do we tell them?" 

"Gods! I think she already knows," I said, remembering the morning talk about Angelica's jealousy. My mother only had to push a little to get Alia to doubt me. The questions about me getting bored by not being with her in the day. The talk of producing an heir. She saw herself competing and losing. Now, she sent me to Angelica - she had decided to share. Angelica's mind was out there for all to see. Alia's was more subtle, but just as calculating.

Storm snorted and jostled on his forelegs. He was bored with standing. I turned him toward a cart path, and we headed down at a walk.

"Jealousy could ruin this," I offered. 

"Only if we yield to it," Angelica said. "We make time for each other. We do not ignore each other." 

"Where is the passion?" I asked. "Mayhap this is something else."

"Mayhap it is. It will grow, and we will see. I think passion will not be a part of it." Angelica looked over to me and smiled. "You intrigue me. Seeing you naked does not." I had to laugh at that.

"I do not yearn for you either," I said with a grin. "As a man, seeing you naked would be intriguing though." Angelica reached over and tried to slap my shoulder. I moved quicker to make her miss. 

"Do you see that tree, the one with the drooping branches?" I pointed across the field we had been riding the border of. It looked a furlong away. Angelica nodded.

"A contest?" Angelica's smile broadened.

"Go!" I shouted. My lead was too feeble. Storm did his sire proud, but Sunrise had the best of him in the straightaway. Angelica's shout of victory was music to my ears. I did so enjoy her happiness. 

We spent the rest of the morning riding about, seeing the surrounding parts she had not visited yet. It was relaxing after our earlier revelations. We planned longer rides for future days. Rides that would take us close to the borders of the kingdom. There was much she wanted to see. There was much I wanted to show her. If it was love, it was a candle compared to Alia's raging inferno. 

>>>>

It was ten days later when lead riders arrived with news that Angelica's brother, and, more importantly, Mylle were a few hours away. We had been swamped with wedding preparations. It seemed the two queens had made it their mission to enlarge the affair. Angelica, who at first seemed to not care, was now deeply involved with every aspect. I had made it a point to find private time with both Angelica and Alia. 

I was able to give Alia her first riding lesson. Her initial fear of the mild-tempered horse Cory had chosen quickly dissipated, and reemerged as adulation. Alia bonded with Apple quickly. Apple was an ugly beast, mostly brown with half his ass covered in white. He sagged in the middle, had stubby legs and molasses moved faster. Alia thought he was the king of horses. Cory informed me that Alia visited Apple on numerous occasions to sneak him treats. Apple knew where his bread was buttered and nuzzled her every chance he got. I did not have the heart to move her to a better mount. When your love smiles, you just ride along and enjoy it.

We waited in the main bailey for the arrival. The ceremonial guard was dressed in their crimson. The kings, queens, Angelica and Alia were present. Alia, as the crown's ward, was thrilled by the entire experience. I thought it useless, but tradition dictated we meet the future king in this way. Angelica had warned me of Uri's disposition so I was prepared for a grim greeting. Angelica had been quiet, unlike her nature, since the riders had arrived. I thought she was holding her excitement at bay, trying not to give herself away. 

Uri rode at the lead of ten horses. His bearded face grim, his back straight as a board. I could see his father's face, minus the smile. My mother came forward and gave the formal greeting. Uri thanked her formally, his stiff expression never breaking. King Troic came forward and introduced his son to the Southerson family. There were no jests or warm handshakes. A simple bow was all he offered, and all he received in return. I disliked him immediately. When I was introduced, his eyes changed from indifferent to indignant. I returned the same and made certain my bow was less deep than his. 

King Toric then brought his ward, Lady Mylle, forward. She was a petite woman, a full head shorter than I. She had long, raven hair with dark eyes to match. She looked apprehensive as she was introduced, her eyes kept flitting to Angelica who was trying desperately to not draw her attention. Uri was watching Angelica closely, which made me wary. 

My mother and father received a small smile from Mylle as she was introduced. She looked nervous when she was introduced to me. I could see panic behind the dusting of freckles covering the bridge of her nose. 

"Prince Cayden," Mylle said softly as she curtsied properly. I gave her what I thought was a charming smile, stepped forward, bowed and took her offered hand. I lightly kissed her knuckles.

"Lady Mylle, you are most welcome," I said clearly. I heard an almost silent grunt of disgust from Uri. I ignored it. "I have looked forward to meeting you. The princess has told me much about you. She somehow failed to mention your beauty, my Lady." The blushing smile I received was worth a hundred of Uri's grunts. Alia greeted Mylle with her own ravishing smile. Mylle seemed the better for it. I suspect she wasn't fully aware of what had transpired here.

"Lady Alia," my mother interjected when the introductions were complete, "can you show Lady Mylle to her room and help her settle?"

"Yes, your Highness," Alia said happily. She quickly took Mylle in tow, and they disappeared into the keep. 

"I leave Prince Uri to your care," my mother said looking at me. The look was one of apology, but I was to be king one day. There were many objectionable tasks I would be forced to endure. This would be minor compared to most. 

"Prince," I said, gesturing to the door. He followed silently. We were moving up the stairs when the silence felt uncomfortable. "Was the trip hard?" I asked, assuming his mood was somewhat driven by a bad day. He ignored the question and asked one of his own.

"Why has Mylle been summoned here?" Uri asked harshly. 

"At my request," I answered stiffly. This was not going to go well. I wasn't going to try to feign propriety. 

"You are aware of her history?" Uri snapped back. I stopped on the stairs and turned to face him. 

"Fully," I said, standing my ground. "Have you come to disrupt the alliance?" 

"My father's word stands," Uri said crossly, "so does my opinion." I nodded and continued up the stairs. We would not be friends. I took him down the hall, toward his parents' room, and stopped just prior and opened the door. "You will allow her shame to persist?" he asked rudely. 

"Your concern for her is at an end," I said, "your opinion carries no weight here." I left him there in the hall. I was no longer concerned if he found the room comfortable. I would welcome the day he departs. 

I took some deep breaths and shook off the encounter as I returned to my room. I did not want to bring the unpleasantness back to others. I was surprised to find three women in my room. Alia, Angelica and Mylle were seated and obviously waiting for me. Mylle's hand snapped from Angelica's when I entered. A reflex action, obviously, from years of hiding. 

"Did it go well?" Angelica asked.

"We understand each other," I answered, "your father's word will be kept."

"There is that at least," Angelica said. 

"How was your trip, my Lady," I addressed Mylle in a pleasant tone. 

"Long, my Lord," Mylle answered. "Now I am confused by my princess's words." Angelica smiled at me softly. I could see the explanation was overwhelming. 

"It is strangely simple, my Lady," I said calmly, "the kingdoms require an alliance by marriage. My bride and I love others. We choose both love and marriage." Angelica reached out and took Mylle's hand again. Mylle looked up at me, awaiting my displeasure. Instead, I sat next to Alia and took her hand in mine. 

"You will allow this?" Mylle asked while holding up Angelica's hand. 

"Only if you wish it," Alia said before I had a chance to respond. It was better she said it. It was not for me to allow or disallow. I saw a tear form in Mylle's eye. 

"We can be together?" Mylle asked Angelica. 

"Forever, my dear," Angelica answered sweetly. Tears began to flow and they were contagious. Alia stood and led me from the room. We left them there, together. No one would look for them in my room. Alia dragged me to the stables to pamper Apple. 

>>>>

Dinner was a strange affair. The mood was bright and airy until you reached the dark cloud that was Uri. I could see he had had words with his parents. They were avoiding each other on purpose. Any attempt to pull Uri into a conversation was met with one word replies. He was insistent on his misery, and desired that all join him. I avoided him, least we come to blows. 

Mylle shied away from adding to conversations. I sat between her and Angelica, with Alia on the other side of my bride. We thought this best to avoid noticeable familiarity. It was my duty, therefore, to break into Mylle's shell. My mother was struggling to help. 

"That is a fetching gown you are wearing, my Lady," I said trying, to stir her thoughts. 

"Thank you, my Lord," Mylle answered shyly. Her eyes looked at me, then quickly back to her plate of roast duck she had hardly touched. She was not accustomed to attention. 

"Where did you find such pretty trim?" my mother asked. 

"The seamstress chose it, your Highness," Mylle replied. Her responses were polite, but she never elaborated. I was going to stop for fear of embarrassing her, then thought better of it. She would be part of my strange family. It would be a long life for her if she failed to open up. 

"Did you get many visitors at Douderson castle?" The question was open ended, and I hoped to get more than a one word response. 

"Not many, my Lord," Mylle answered. I was thinking that question had also failed when she surprised me with an elaboration. "We did have a Turkish merchant a season back." I listen intently. "He brought the most amazing game; Tavia it is called." My mother smiled at me. I had found a topic.

"Tavia? I have not heard of this," I prompted with interest.

"It is played on a board with colored pieces and dice." Mylle's face brightened with enthusiasm. "You must use the dice to move your pieces around and off the board before your opponent does." Mylle's hands were gesturing, trying to draw the board in the air - as if that would help me understand. "You can knock the other's pieces back to the start if they are not protected." She looked up to my smile and realized I had only the vaguest idea what she was describing. Her knowing smile was adorable. 

"I would love to teach you, my Lord." Mylle ended her lesson and resorted to an offer. 

"I would like nothing better," I said, "you brought a board with you?" 

"Oh yes, my Lord." I then received an excited description of a redwood board and the onyx playing pieces. My mother jumped back into the conversation wanting to know the history of the game. Mylle obliged and explained what she knew. The conversation started to shift, and Mylle did not falter. Her shyness a mere memory. I was rather proud of myself.

"I do love you so," Angelica whispered in my ear. I turned and saw it in her eyes. I had brought Mylle home and made her feel welcome. A greater gift I could not have given. Alia leaned forward, beyond Angelica, and smiled her love in turn. It would have been more pleasing if not for the acrimony in Uri's eyes. 

>>>>

"Prince Uri does not seem pleased," Alia observed later that evening. We were alone in my room after most had retired. Angelica and Mylle departed quietly, I could only assume they were making up for lost time. 

"He has a single vision of the world," I said as I sat down to relax. Alia scooted her chair to face mine, then lifted her bare feet onto my lap. I absently massaged her soles. "I do not believe we fit his version." 

"Mylle is frightened of him," Alia added. 

"He is an ignorant bastard," I said, "but there is an honor about him. He will follow his father's words. He will do nothing to hurt her." Alia's eyes closed as I found a sensuous spot to rub.

"Mmmm," Alia cooed, "Angelica loves you." Alia did not open her eyes or move her feet. She was just letting me know that she knew. 

"Does that bother you?" I asked. I kept my voice steady and calm. The topic was bound to come up, and I was secretly happy she started it.

"Sometimes, briefly. Mostly, no," Alia answered as if I was asking what she wanted for lunch, "I think it will be better this way. I always knew it would happen." I moved my hands to the same sensuous spot on her other foot. I watched her shoulders turn to mush as she sank deeper into the chair. It was a good time to have the conversation.

"I have feelings for her, myself," I said calmly. 

"And I have encouraged it," Alia said sleepily. She had been adamant about keeping my commitments to Angelica. "I see the same beginning in Mylle. She wants desperately to teach you her game. In time, she seek your love as well." 

"She has only known me for half a day," I said incredulously," it is Angelica she loves." Alia's right eye opened and her adorable smile formed.

"I will not begrudge them," Alia said softly, "it is a strange thing we build here and love is inevitable." Her other eye opened. "It is I who gets all of you. I can share parts." 

"You see much more than you let on," I said, "you would have made a great queen." Alia closed her eyes again, and I continued on her feet. "You have me wrapped around your finger," I realized out loud.

"You love me for it," Alia said, her voice dropping at the end. I went to work below her ankles, just above the heel. She was melting into the chair. It was true. I did love her for it. I ran my hand under her dress and up her calf. I raised her leg and kissed her big toe. I saw a little shiver run down her leg, and a smile form on her lips. I kissed the second toe then slowly sucked it into my mouth. I lifted her leg higher, and her hem fell to her thighs. The view was more than I had imagined.

"Do you ever wear underclothes?" I asked with a smile. 

"My secret is out," Alia moaned. 

"How will I control myself knowing this?" I jested. Alia lowered her legs and crawled over to my chair. She undid my trousers and pulled them off my legs. Laughing, she pulled me forward on the seat. She raised her skirts and straddled me there in the chair. 

"It would be quicker if you did not wear trousers each day," Alia grinned. She reached between her legs and guided me into her. Both of us were ready. She lower herself until she sat on my thighs. She did not move once she had settled. 

"See, you are mine now," Alia said sweetly.

"I have always been yours," I said. Alia shook her head. 

"Your mind wanders, as does your love." Alia cradled my face with her hands. She kissed my nose. "Now, you think only of me. This is when I have all of you." She kissed my lips, and I felt her smile when my manhood twitched. "Your mother saw it in you that night you had words. She told me so - you would have thrown your family away for me. She begged me to undo what was done. I never imagined a queen begging me. She made me her daughter to repair your heart. That is the love I have from you. A love that moves a kingdom. I cherish it above all."

I had no words for what Alia said. My actions were the only responses that seemed appropriate. I made love slowly and ever so deeply. She was correct, I thought of no one else.

>>>>

Sunrise was in an especially feisty mood in the morning. Angelica had to twice reign her in from her own exuberance. Storm seemed to lumber beside her, content to move at my pace. 

"Was it as wonderful as you remembered?" I asked Angelica. 

"Most wonderful, my Prince," Angelica answered, "I can see by your smile, you did not wallow in jealousy over it." Her smile was teasing. Sunrise gave a little kick, and Angelica pulled her to task again.

"Shall we let her run a bit?" I offered. "She seems to be the jealous one." I encouraged Storm to a gallop, Sunrise followed with no encouragement needed. We rode hard, and in silence, through four fallow fields. We slowed as we approached a fence line. Sunrise seemed to calm.

"In a week's time we will be husband and wife," Angelica reminded me, "there will be duties then."

"You wish to start right away?" I asked, surprised. I thought we would ease into it. 

"An heir would solidify everything," Angelica said, "Uri would not deny a nephew no matter his feelings for me. The future must be secured."

"Spoken like a queen." I smiled. 

"My father will not live forever," Angelica continued, "Uri has not softened toward me as I had hoped. We are at risk without his backing." Angelica gave me a sly smile, "Also, the thought of a tiny Cayden is not unpleasant." 

"Or a little Angelica," I added. 

"Oh, that would be your undoing," Angelica laughed, "she would rule the kingdom through you. You would never learn to say no." I thought about it. It was true, but I saw a daughter as so perfect, the word 'no' would be unnecessary. A daughter as well as a son, the idea was growing on me. 

"That is why I have you at my side," I jested, "I will love them, and you will discipline." 

"I will discipline you," Angelica replied. We rode at a walk for a while, letting Sunrise and Storm recover from their run. 

"Will you find the making of an heir...uncomfortable?" I asked carefully. I did not know what to think about what she thought. I did not know if she found men repulsive or just not enticing. I was not even sure if the question was insulting. 

"I have talked with Alia about it," Angelica stated as if we were talking about fabric for a chair, "She said the first time has a little pain. She seemed certain I would not find it unpleasant after that." Angelica looked at me with a serious face. "She says you are quite good at it." I blushed. "I am to ask you to be slow, and not be so lustful the first time." 

"You spoke with Alia about it?" The very thought made me nervous. 

"Well, I cannot very well speak with Mylle about it," Angelica sounded exasperated, "she knows no more than I. It was Alia or my mother. Or yours if you would have me ask her." The thought of my mother giving my wife bedding instructions was worse than Alia doing it. 




The Marriage Ch. 03



"Alia knows it has to happen," Angelica added, "it would help to make her part of it." I coughed to clear the knot in my throat. "I have to tell Mylle also. She has had less time to think about it. It may be harder on her." Angelica looked up to me. "You have to play that game of hers this afternoon. She is holding on to that promise," 

"I would not miss it," I said absently, while thinking how Alia handled the questioning. "Was Alia hurt by your questions?" I asked. 

"No, I do not think so," Angelica replied thoughtfully, "she seemed genuinely interested and explained things well." 

"Should I talk to her about it?" I asked, worried that Alia may have taken it poorly. I did not want anything to change her opinion of me after last night. 

"We spoke a week past. I think it would have festered by now if it bothered her," Angelica said without thinking. My mind sighed, and I felt my shoulders relax. No, Alia was not perturbed last night. I smiled inwardly. 

"Are you back with me again?" Angelica asked. I looked up and she was smiling. 

"I'm sorry, my Princess," I said sincerely, "yes, I am here with you." I smiled, "I am just trying to imagine making a baby with you." I did not move fast enough to dodge her hand. I was allowed to talk about it, but not think about it. 

>>>>

Mylle was waiting for me in the library. I had eaten a quick lunch in the kitchen after a bath. I was reminded of the game by Alia, as if I would forget. I had forgotten. My mind was still reeling about the heir. I entered the library to see the game board set up, and Mylle waiting in a tight blue dress. It seemed a tad formal for a board game, but she did look good in it. 

"Good day to you, my Lady" I said pleasantly as I moved forward to the chair that was obviously waiting for me. 

"I am so happy you came, my Lord," Mylle announced. She seemed truly happy. I matched her smile and took my seat. 

"So this is Tavia," I stated. The board looked well made. It was indented with many inlaid long triangles pointing inward. There were sets of black and white onyx disks set about on these triangles. The white set up as a mirror image of the black. I was seriously intrigued.

"Yes, my Lord," Mylle said, her mouth stuck on a smile. I was glad Alia reminded me. I would have disliked disappointing Mylle. She gave the instructions which I found very clear. I had somehow associated her earlier shyness with a slow mind. It could not be further from the truth. Her instructions were precise and clear. If I asked for clarifications, she would explain it a different way to make sure I understood. I could see why Angelica was attracted to her. 

The game itself was not as overly complex as it first looked. I was playing the white pieces. I had to roll dice and move my scattered pieces around the board, on the triangles, in the opposite direction Mylle's black pieces moved. I could split my roll across two pieces or add the pips together and move only one piece. Once I got all my pieces into my home section, I could run them off the board. The first player who got all of his or her pieces off wins. The caveat to the game was when you leave a piece alone on a triangle, it is at risk, and the other player can land on it and send it back to the start. The goal would be to move evenly, pairing the pieces along the way. 

I found out quickly that Mylle had the advantage of experience. She knew almost at once how to safely execute each roll. When she did take a risk, it was a limited one. It felt rather good to send one of her pieces back. It would have felt better if she had not sent five of mine back earlier. Rolling matching pips were also of great benefit. It allowed you to move as if you had four die of that number. Mylle seemed to have magic rolls. The first game was hers without much competition. 

"I would like to play again," I said anxiously. I thought I was getting the hang of it at the end. It was an enjoyable mix of strategy and luck. A single game did not take long, so it begged to be repeated. 

"Of course, my Lord," Mylle said happily. You would have thought I opened the treasury for her. Her eyes were as excited as her hands as she set the board again. The same pattern as how the last game started. I would have to learn it. 

"Have you found everything to your liking here, my Lady?" I asked as I tried to determine what to do with a six pip and a one pip. I had to count the triangles with my fingers since I did not yet know the patterns. 

"It is wonderful, my Lord," Mylle replied, "you have made me most welcome." It took a while to figure a safe move, but I found it. I was proud of myself. 

"I am glad," I said sincerely, "I was afraid you might find it too strange." Mylle rolled a pair of four pips. I cringed and watched her quickly close off two triangles to me. It would greatly limit my available moves. 

"I would not want to be anywhere else, my Lord," Mylle added. I rolled three and four pips. I was right, her earlier move would make mine difficult. I was back to counting triangles with my fingers, trying to ascertain the best move. It took a while, but I was able to move one piece seven places with a small risk. I thought it best of the available options. I was, of course, wrong. It was promptly sent back on her next roll.

"You are quite good at this," I said as I rolled and placed my piece back onto the board. Mylle's smile grew at the compliment. She rolled and moved her pieces safely again. 

"You take risks with your lead pieces. The penalty will be greater if I hit them, my Lord," Mylle schooled me. She was right, of course. If I risked the trailing pieces, I would need fewer rolls to recover. I stored that little piece of knowledge away. Such a simple game, but it had a deceptive bit of strategy mixed with its luck.

"You have a strong mind, Mylle," I said as I rolled and spent way too long determining the best move. I guess the compliment made her bolder.

"Why do you tolerate Angelica and me, my Lord?" Mylle asked. I looked up from the board to a set of inquisitive eyes. I was not sure how to answer her. 

"Why should I not? Happiness is important to me. You make each other happy, so be it." I answered. For some reason the optimal move came to me, and I quickly moved my pieces, blocking a good piece of a quadrant on the board. I was pleased with the move. 

"Most think we are less because of it," Mylle pointed out. She rolled and again moved her pieces with acuity. It would be a while before I could achieve those unthinking moves. 

"We will attempt to disguise it against those who would disagree," I said as I rolled a pair of three pips. It was an exciting roll. The game was addictive. "Among the four of us, there will be no shame." I added. I was able to move two of my blocks in unison. I really enjoyed rolling pairs.

"I can see why Lady Alia and the princess love you, my Lord," Mylle said as she rolled again. I sat up straight at the comment. She was concentrating on the board, analyzing her roll. I could not see what was in her eyes. I realized she was hiding them. She had never taken that long to make a move. 

"Is there something bothering you, my Lady?" I asked softly. 

"Will you tire of me and send me away, my Lord?" Mylle asked. I could see her fear of Uri in that statement. She did not yet trust her position. I suspected time would cure that, but she needed something now. 

"It will be your decision to stay or go," I said clearly, "Angelica loves you dearly, it is my hope you choose to stay." I looked down at the board and smiled, "At least stay until I have won a game." The odds did not look good for the current game. 

Mylle moved swifter than I had imagined she could. She rounded the table, and was in my arms before I could react. She held me, her head buried in my shoulder, and I felt her shudder so I enclosed my arms around her. "I do not want to ever leave," she said. Angelica was right, a daughter would be my ruin. I felt an innate need to protect Mylle from whatever was upsetting her. She had Angelica's quick mind, but lacked her strength. I lent her some of mine. 

Mylle and I finished the second game and played three more. Out of the five, I had won only one. I suspect I was a little flamboyant with my victory. A rash of pairs had led to it, more so than any skill. All the same, it was a good feeling, and Mylle allowed me to enjoy it. I insisted we play again, soon. That seemed to please Mylle more than my victory pleased me. 

>>>>

"How was Mylle's game?" Alia asked as we prepared to retire for the night. 

"It is a good game," I answered, "I intend to get better at it. It is good the way it makes you think. You have to build offense and defense at the same time, but live within what you roll. I can see it will teach me things." Alia sighed and looked at me, exasperated. 

"How was Mylle?" Alia reworded. I smiled at missing the nuance of her first attempt.

"I like her," I replied, "she thinks quickly." I paused a moment thinking of the reassurance she needed. "I do not think she was well thought of before. I tried to allay her fears." Lucius knocked on the door, and I bade him enter.

"The princess, my Lord," Lucius said as Angelica followed him in. Lucius closed the door on his way out. 

"May I borrow him a moment?" Angelica asked Alia. Alia nodded with a smile. I was not sure if I was property to be lent. Angelica moved gracefully toward me and surprised me with a pleasant kiss on my lips. It still felt like an aunt's kiss, but it was an aunt I liked very much. "Mylle has come back to me fully, I thank you for that," Angelica said. She smiled at Alia and headed out the door.

"I guess the game went better than you knew," Alia said sweetly.

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 04



Author's Note: Tim413413, as always, has my thanks. Stories write themselves, I have yet to teach them to edit themselves. 

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The kingdoms met again the next day, this time with Uri. Our dislike for each other was present in the room although it was tempered by the two kings. Uri was informed of our progress, and he had insight I did not expect. He had a tactical mind and bettered the plans. It was hard to accept his contributions, and separate them from my dislike. I did so, for the kingdom's sake. 

Uri pulled me aside after we had finished. I assumed he meant to mend fences, something I was not opposed to do. The first statement convinced me it was not to be.

"You will bed my sister after the wedding?" Uri asked rudely. My ire rose, but I gritted my teeth. If we would come to blows, the alliance would weaken or dissolve.

"There will be an heir, if that is what you ask," I replied, thinking perhaps blows would not be a bad thing. Uri nodded his head as if he had not insulted me with his question. 

"If you do it quickly, she will learn how it is with a man," Uri continued, "she will not continue in shame. Mylle can return with me so it does not happen again." His ignorance of his sister was shocking. That he thought I would be complicit was appalling. His mind was rigid on the subject. 

"If the Bear calls, I will be there with all I can muster," I said evenly, though it was a struggle, "know that I will protect my wife, your sister, with my life. Beyond that, your concerns are not mine." I left him there, seething. Further talk would have not gone well. 

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As the wedding approached, I liked it less and less. It was not the wife I would gain rankling me, it was the ceremony. Angelica teamed up unendingly with the two queens. Be that a woman preferred a man or a woman seemed to not matter. They all seemed to be entranced by the ceremony, and grew it larger by the day. I had endless fittings for clothes I would wear only once. People were arriving from parts far away, filling my days with endless greetings and repetitive talk. Alia and Mylle were given wedding duties isolated from mine. Tedious boredom invaded, and with no one to share it with, I became sullen. 

The day before the wedding was the lowest. The castle was like an anthill. People were going everywhere on unknown duties. It was all I could do to stay out of the way. My frustration hit its limit, and I stormed off to the stable in huff. 

Storm seemed oblivious to it all. The stables were filled to overflowing, yet he was content with it all. I adorned his tackle myself; Cory and the other hostlers were already overtaxed. I rode off with no one missing me, the groom's part being a small one. 

It felt good to feel the cold wind on my face. I had a sense of freedom as Storm happily kicked into a cantor. I momentarily thought of riding on, and never coming back. It was a nonsensical thought that put a grin on my face. I could never leave Alia, or Angelica for that matter. Mylle would panic over my loss. No, I would be at the wedding. I would just forget about it for now. 

Storm and I ran past the fallow fields and through the forest along a wagon path. I allowed him a drink at the small creek that passed calmly through the trees, and then headed for the rolling grasslands beyond. Unshorn sheep, their coats thick and disorderly, were grazing on a hillside. The grass had long gone brown. It could not have been tasty if you eat that sort of thing. I rode through the flank of the flock and they scattered at bit. A shout from the top of the hill caught my attention. 

A young man, of mayhap fifteen winters, had risen from the ground and called out to me. Actually, I believed he was yelling at me. I turned Storm up the hill, and confronted him. 

"I will thank you Sir to not scatter my livelihood," the lad yelled as I approached. He was wearing homespun trousers and a shirt. The trousers looked to be held up by woven hemp. His doublet did not seem warm enough for the day, but he was sitting in the sun. 

"My apologies, my young Master," I said, bowing my head, "it was wrong of me." I was trying to hold in a smile. 

"Accepted," he said without hesitation, "and that will be my excitement for the day." He turned away from me and returned to sitting on a small boulder sticking out of the earth. His eyes lazily returned to his charges. He picked up some blades of grass he had been braiding earlier, and began weaving them again. I envied him.

I dismounted and wrapped Storm's lead around a bush that had lost its leaves to the season. The lad looked over questioningly, but made no movement of fear. He felt secure on his perch. 

"It is a nice day, as winter goes," I offered. 

"Aye," the lad returned, "and no storm on the horizon." I looked around and saw much of the kingdom from up here. The castle looked small and quiet which belied the activity going on inside. 

"You chose a pleasant view," I said.

"If you have to watch sheep," the lad continued, "you might as well please the eye." He was older than I had first thought. Or mayhap acted older. I sat down on the ground next to him. He, surprisingly, thought nothing of it. 

"This is a good life you have here." I smiled as I said it. It was calm, and the sheep mostly silent. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. 

"Boring is the word I use, Sir," the lad replied. He pointed to the castle. "That is where I would rather be." I almost laughed, but covered it by clearing my throat. 

"That is all closed inside stone walls," I argued, "you have wide open spaces and the sky. There is no one directing your day. How can a castle be better." 

"I would have a right fine woman, Sir," he said brightly. He looked to me. "My cousin saw her, the princess. He saw her ride in, long red hair and an angel face. You have to be born there to have a woman like that." 

"I am sure pretty women are everywhere," I continued, "you tell me there is not someone who sparks your fancy." 

"Not like the princess," he said, like I was an idiot, "you and I will surely find our share, but women like that, all fancy and fit to dance with, are not for sheepherders. Anyway, she will be wed on the morrow."

"So, there is to be a wedding?" I feigned ignorance.

"Aye, the king has been buying up everything. Part of my flock will be on the table." He looked over to me with dreams in his eyes. "Can you imagine the feast, the dancing and all the fine clothes. They will be talking about it for years." I suddenly felt guilty for loathing the ceremony. I had not thought there would be those who envy it. 

"I would rather think it would be tedious," I said. 

"Sit out here for a few years, Sir," the lad shook his head, "you will think differently." I smiled at his reasoning.

"Are there not dances in town?" I asked. 

"We have festivals, to be sure," the lad replied, "but not like at the castle. I hear it has rooms just for dancing." The lad seemed particularly enamored with the idea of dancing in a ballroom. "He has groups of musicians play, not just one man on a lute. I hear the ladies are all graceful, like flowers spinning." He shrugged his shoulders. "We have to dodge dung when we dance." I laughed. 

"Besides red hair and a face like angel, what else do you know about the princess." I was egging him on, but I could not resist. I loved the way he viewed things. It was refreshing. 

"I heard the prince took one look and fell in love." The lad was using his hands to emphasize his speech. "She is so sweet you can taste honey when she walks by. There are rumors the prince had to challenge suitors for her hand. She empowered him so greatly, they fell before him like chopping wheat." 

"The prince sounds like he got lucky," I said holding back the humor. 

"Luck and then some," the lad nodded, "you grow up there and they hand you luck." 

"You take care of the sheep yourself?" I asked, changing the subject. I was a little bothered by the 'hand you luck' statement. It sounded too close to the truth when looked at it through a sheepherder's eyes. 

"Most of the time," he answered, "I have a cousin, the one who saw the princess, who spares me now and then. Since my pa died, it is just me and Mom." He waved his hand over his flock. "This is my kingdom." 

"You live near the village?" I asked. My mind was scheming now. 

"Aye, we share a place next to the mill," he pointed toward the town as he spoke. 

"You have a name?" I asked, my smile growing. 

"Balen. Balen Herdsman," he answered, "and you, Sir?" 

"Cayden," I answered and watched his eyes grow. He looked at Storm and then at my clothes. His eyes returned to my face, and his turned red. He dropped to a knee and bowed his head.

"Forgive me, your Highness, I unknowingly misspoke." His contrition was more than I could bear. I stood up. 

"Balen, stand up," I said, and he did, "your honesty was refreshing. Do not spoil it now." He smiled when he realized I was not offended. 

"Have your cousin watch your kingdom tomorrow," I said as I retrieved Storm. 

"Sire?" Balen queried.

"I am sending a coach to pick up you and your mother in the morning," I said, watching his eyes once again grow, "you will both be my guests at the wedding." 

"We do not have dress for that, Sire," Balen said, shaking his head. 

"Let me worry about that," I said as I mounted Storm, "I am going to send a little of my luck your way." Balen's smile grew. I found it enjoyable. 

"The princess is as pretty as you heard," I added, "and I will ask her to save a dance for you." Balen was practically glowing. 

"We will be ready, my Lord." Balen called as I rode off. I had much to do and very little time to do it. I was the prince with all the luck, so I could make it happen. 

I found Commander Kancraft as soon as I returned. I had him send a rider to verify Balen's house and organize a carriage with a fully liveried honor guard of six for the morn. Boris found the whole thing amusing, and promised the Herdsmans would be treated as royalty. He was even thankful for something to do not involving standing around looking impressive. I thanked him well. 

I found Mylle adjusting flower arrangements along the aisle I would walk down on the morrow. I begged her help, and she was glad to give it. I explained I was planning to bring my two guests in the morn, and needed to have them clothed by the ceremony in the afternoon. She laughed at me, and we went together to secure a seamstress and alterable attire. We selected a room where my guests could be fitted, and Mylle promised to guide them through the ceremony and the dinner that followed. No one was looking, so I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. 

I went next to my mother. This would be the most difficult part. I found her in the kitchen finalizing the menu with the cooks. I could tell by her appearance she was frazzled by the daunting task she had undertaken. 

"Mother, I need to add two guests at the main table," I said with a smile. She did not smile back. In fact, I could see her contemplating a rebuke that may make my ears bleed. Then she sighed.

"And who should I insult to make the room?" my mother asked. I had not thought that far ahead. It put a wrinkle in my plan. 

"Mylle and I will move, your Highness." Alia had snuck up behind me. She winked at a me which I found very alluring. My mother's eyebrows lifted.

"Who are we adding?" my mother asked.

"A Balen Herdsman and his mother," I said with a grin. 

"I do not recognize the name," my mother said, confused. 

"A loyal sheepherder I met this morning," I responded cheerfully, "he desires above all to attend the ceremony, and I intend to make it happen." I was ready for the argument. I received laughter. 

"It is your wedding," my mother chuckled, "I will seat them next to me. At least I can shield them from the court." There are moments when people change in your eyes. This was one of them. I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek and hugged her close. 

"I thank you dearly, Mother," I said. She seemed happy for the affection, but waved me out of the kitchen. 

"Mylle told me what you were up to," Alia whispered as we left, "I will help her in the morning." I wanted to kiss her desperately, right there with everyone watching. I decided to give her hand a subtle squeeze instead. Now, at least, someone who could really appreciate the wedding would be there. It all seemed a less useless display. I was starting to look forward to it.

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I slept alone that night. Alia thought it inappropriate to join me on the night before the wedding. It seemed a strange thought given she would share my bed as we grew old. I gave in to her concern as a nod to the ceremony itself. I do not believe Angelica would have begrudged me for it either way. I found it hard to sleep. Missing Alia's warm embrace, the thoughts of the wedding kept my mind busy. I was awakened early, by Lucius, thinking I had just closed my eyes.

A bath had been drawn, and simple clothes laid out. I would change to formal garb as the time approached. I broke my fast quickly in the kitchen, neglecting the gathered guests in the main hall. They will have enough of me at the banquet. I moved to find Balen and his mother. 

I found Balen in trousers that were too long, the seamstress was working hard to correct it. His back was to me, and he was stoically standing still as the seamstress was tugging and shifting him this way and that. Having suffered a week of if, I pitied his plight. 

"How goes the fitting, madame seamstress?" I asked to break my silence.

"Well, my Lord," the seamstress said, never stopping her work. She was under a time constraint, and I was sure she thought me an unwanted interruption. I could see Balen starting to turn to greet me. 

"Stay still, master Balen," I said with humor, "she will make you start over otherwise." There was ascent from the seamstress.

"Good morn, my Lord," Balen said over his shoulder. I could see the excitement in his eyes. It fed my own. 

"Good morn," I returned, "is your mother well settled?" Balen gestured with this head to the adjoining room. 

"Yes, my Lord," Balen said, "Lady Mylle has been most kind. My mother is most nervous, but the lady has allayed much of it."

"I shall be most happy to meet her today," I said.

"I must thank you, my Lord," Balen continued, "the carriage and guard made her so happy. It made her special, at least for the day. It is good to see it." This was working better than planned. The extravagance would not be wasted. My mood was much improved. 

"I am glad of it," I admitted," I will leave the seamstress to her work." I started to leave, then remembered my mother's words. "You and your mother will be seated at the main table, next to the queen. I will meet you there." It was good to see his eyes widen. It was so little that I gave, and he returned so much more. Luck he called it. It was easy to hand it out, he was right about that. 

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The ceremony took an eternity just to begin. My mood was not shaken as I waited at the altar for my bride. I had found Balen in the crowd, his excited smile with his proud mother at his side. She looked well for a woman used to hard labors. Her smile, I was sure, removed much of those labors from her face. I gave Balen a private small nod, and his face brightened more. I was sure my smile looked most appropriate to others. 

It was Balen who saw her first. His mouth opened as he looked down the aisle. I followed his eyes and I, too, was struck dumb. Angelica was simply stunning. Her long red hair dropped like curled waves down her back. Blood red flowers were weaved into her hair just above her right ear. Her dress was composed of layers of white silk, tight to her figure and trailing like clouds over the ground. Sheer wings of fabric laid almost invisible along her arms. The sleeves, and the gown itself, were held by small straps of fabric, sewn like white petals, over her mostly bare shoulders. The same white petals surrounded her waist, dipping lower in front, holding the cloud of silks secure. When she smiled, it was beyond mortal man's ability to resist. 

I found Alia's eyes, guilty for my thoughts. Her smile was sly and knowing. She had seen the dress prior and knew Angelica's allure in it. I saw no jealously and I thanked the heavens for it. I returned my eyes gladly to my bride, where all expected them to be. 

The ceremony was a dull blur of memorized words and vows, some we had to stretch the meaning of in our minds. It was necessary for our strange union. When we were pronounced joined, I kissed my enchanting bride. Angelica drew it out for all to see. Brother and sister is what we felt, but the happiness was strong. There was love there, mixed in with the duty and our true passions that were watching from the crowd. I felt her lips form a smile as we kissed, it forced mine and we broke before laughter would ensue. Her green eyes were alive and I saw a future in them. 

"I do love you," I whispered, much below the cheers. It seemed necessary to say it. She was my wife and needed the truth spoken. 

"And I, you" Angelica said cheerfully, before turning us to those who had gathered. As tradition demanded, we stood and greeted all individually, as husband and wife. Our parents first, then all others in some kind of rank order devised by my mother. It was a tedious affair bolstered by Uri not attending. His absence was disturbing as well as welcome. 

Near the end of the line came Balen, and I no longer felt tasked. He was still as thrilled as when he first arrived. His mother looked frightened. I tried to calm her with a smile, but her eyes were darting this way and that. It was Angelica who did the softening. 

"You must be master Balen Herdsman," Angelica said brightly, "I have heard much of you." I had no idea his face could brighten more. It was joyful to watch him bow low, and turn properly to his mother.

"May I present my mother, Abigal Herdsman," Balen said without a falter, though he was blushing greatly. Angelica stepped forward and took Abigal's hands in hers. 

"Well met, madame Herdsman," Angelica said, then leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Your son has been most beneficial to my husband. For that I thank you." Abigal smiled and some of the fear left her. 

"I am most pleased to meet you, my Lady," Abigal gave a small curtsy. After a line of members of court and foreign dignitaries, this pleased me greatly. That Angelica paid special attention, spoke well of my wife. Angelica moved to Balen.

"My husband finds you most refreshing, young master," Angelica gave him her best smile, "I would hope you will dance with me this evening. I would know for myself why."

"It would be my honor, my Lady," Balen was trying to be serious, which belied his nature, as he bowed. 

"Well met, master Balen," I said cheerfully, "is the day living up to your thoughts?" I had moved forward to greet him. 

"Oh yes, my Lord." Balen leaned forward and whispered, "the princess is prettier than was in my mind." I laughed, completely unable to disagree. Angelica pretended not hear, but I saw it in her cheeks. 

"Madame Abigal, it is wonderful to meet you," I said, taking her hand and lightly kissing the knuckles. 

"Thank you for allowing us to come, my Lord," Abigal said with a small curtsy, "it was a beautiful ceremony." 

"I hope you will find the banquet as pleasing," I added, "my mother intends to see to you herself." I could see the fear coming back so I leaned forward. "Seating is the queen's pervue," I whispered, "I believe she wishes fresh conversation, but do not let the court know. I think they believe themselves more entertaining than they are." Abigal smiled and calmed again. 




The Marriage Ch. 04



We finished the greetings, and had a few moments to ourselves before the banquet began. I led Angelica to an empty room which was mostly used for storage. Everywhere habitable was filled to overflowing, and I preferred we talked alone for a moment. 

"That dress is enchanting," I started, "for beauty, there is none to compare you with today."

"Alia thought it would awaken you, my husband." Angelica moved closer in a non-sister-like fashion. The idea my mistress was instructing my wife was both provocative and worrisome. "Are you pleased?"

"The vision is most pleasing," I replied. Angelica gracefully slid her body against mine. She ran her hand down one side of my head and placed her cheek next to mine. It was arousing, and not quite right at the same time. Her lips softly kissed my earlobe.

"Is this right?" Angelica asked. I made the mistake of a small chuckle. "You do not like it?" she asked, with sorrow in her voice. I hugged her close and kissed her cheek.

"We cannot force it," I said, "and, yes, I like it. It is certainly not your beauty that will get in the way. Your touch is sweet, and I have desire for it. Mayhap we should forget the end and work on the beginning." I kissed her lips and felt her kiss back. This time she chuckled. 

"It is true, something is missing," Angelica said and smiled to soften it, "tonight I intend you to have me either way. I will try to not be displeasing." I took her hands in mine and kissed the backs. 

"You could never be displeasing," I said, "we have love. The rest will come." I smiled. "I am looking forward to seeing your secrets." I expected a slap on the arm as before. I received a kiss. 

"And you shall," Angelica said, "we will know all of each other. We shall have children and love them. You will be a wonderful father and king. We will share it all with Alia and Mylle. We are the knot that holds it all together and tonight we tie it tight." She was determined to consummate the marriage tonight. I only hoped the pressure did not prove our undoing. 

"You will be a wonderful mother and queen," I added. 

"Will you dance with Mylle tonight?" Angelica asked, changing the subject. 

"Of course," I replied.

"She needs more of you," Angelica said, "Alia and I have been discussing you much. I fear she feels left out not knowing you as well." 

"I worry about Alia," I added, "I fear tonight will weigh heavily on her." 

Angelica smiled. "Alia wishes well for us tonight. She desires to have you to herself again once I am fat with child." Angelica laughed. "Three wives will stretch you thin, my husband." I sighed.

"Thin enough to win a contest again?" I asked. Storm and I had failed time and again to duplicate our first victory. It was tolerable since I did enjoy Angelica's winning smile. 

"Mayhap we fatten you up to guarantee my victories," Angelica said, tweaking my stomach. I pulled her back into my arms and hugged her close. It was not uncomfortable. 

"Are you happy, my wife?" I asked. It was a strange union, this shared fate of ours. 

"Yes, my husband," Angelica answered. I held her as she cozied her head into my shoulder. My mind drifted to the future, now that it had been set. Children with two unrelated aunts who seemed all too close to their parents. The only thing of certainty was love. I hoped it would be enough. 

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We arrived to great fanfare at the banquet hall. There were many tables. All except one were parallel to the long walls. An area was left open in the center for ceremonies and dancing. We paraded down the center to the main table at the back of the room. Everyone rose with much cheering and applause. I tried to be an adequate chaperone to Angelica's beauty. She was too exquisite, so most guests probably did not even notice me. She handled radiance well. 

The kings and queens and Uri were seated at the main table. It was a good sign that Uri had not left entirely. He may not be happy with the union, but at least he would tolerate it. Angelica's father, King Toric, looked healthy so we should have many years to win him over. Uri could not hate his sister for eternity. 

Next to my mother, as she had decided, sat Abigal with Balen to her side. He was having a wonderful time, if his face was any indication. Abigal looked relaxed. I would have to thank my mother for that. I made sure I acknowledged Balen as we passed to our seats. What little luck I could pass out, I would. 

The toasts began after the wine glasses were filled. After each one, Angelica and I were required to kiss. It became fun, kissing a smiling face had its pleasures. Around the table the toasts traveled, both kings and both queens spoke of the wonder of our growth since childhood. Anecdotes of our youth were dredged up for all to hear. The wine was potent and the refills often, so the stories became more funny than embarrassing after a time. Uri, not unexpectedly, failed to toast.

Balen gave a brief, tasteful toast to our future happiness. I was proud his voice did not shy in such an august hall. Abigal looked panicked when it passed to her. For a moment, I thought she would let it pass. My mother whispered in her ear and a smile formed. She stood with her glass raised.

"To the prince and the princess, may they be blessed with many children the queen can spoil," Abigal said loudly. There was a loud clamor and pounding on the tables for the first mention of an heir, oblique as it was. I thought for a moment they would insist we start there, on the table. My mother was smiling uncontrollably at me. Balen was unquestionably proud of his mother. 

The toasts done, the food was brought out. Lamb, roast beef, ham and fish had been secured. It was a welcome smell that filled the hall, and the food dulled the effects of the wine. Potatoes seasoned well and tossed with carrots were added to each table. A grainy bread with a woodsy flavor was served with thick slices of cheese. Somehow, my father had found a large supply of winter apples. They had been cooked into a tart with a wonderful sweetness. It was grand feast for the dead of winter. 

I was in a lively conversation about horse training and how to augment it to a particular horse's personality when I noticed my wife was missing. I found her with my eyes, in the far corner of the open floor. King Toric, who had seen my searching eyes, looked at me with a large smile. 

"How is your singing voice, Prince?" the king asked. 

"She would not!" I responded quickly. Uri snickered - the first human response I had heard from him. "I sing like a frog. She knows that." The king broke out laughing. His queen was covering her mouth to hide her own laugh. The rest of the faces at the table were staring at me in different shades of humor, having sensed what was to come. 

A wonderful tuneful voice broke over the din. All went quiet as my wife began the first verse of the Seekers. It was an old tradition that should have, in my mind, died out long ago. The Seekers was an old tale of two lovers who lost each other and spent years searching the world. They would nearly find each other many times, and, finally in the end, they do. We all knew the words from childhood. It was a pretty song when sung by the bride and groom, each trading verses in solo. They circle each other on the dance floor until, finally, the song ends and they find each other in the middle. It is romantic, for those who could carry a tune. 

"Welcome to married life," my father said with a healthy grin. 

"I will make ears bleed." I panicked as I stood hesitantly from my chair. This brought more stifled laughter. 

"I will second you, my Lord." Balen stood as he spoke.

"You have a voice?" I asked quickly. Angelica would be done with her verse soon. 

"The sheep have never complained, my Lord," Balen responded. The table was unable to hold back the laughter now. Abigal was nodding her faith in her son's voice. I took her word for it.

"My corner, master Balen," I said as I headed to the edge of the floor. Balen followed. Angelica had already started her slow march along the outside of the floor. Her voice teasing the ear and a smile made to tease me. I thought the need for an heir was already pressure enough. I questioned her sense in this, and prayed Balen's optimism was not unfounded. I stepped out on the floor just as Angelica finished her verse. I closed my eyes and waited for Balen to begin. 

The laughter stopped abruptly when Balen's first notes swept across the hall. I had to look back to see if it was truly him. His voice carried the yearning the verse described. I could feel the poor soul's misery in losing his love. Balen could more than carry a tune, he possessed it. It was pleasant beyond words. I could see the look in Angelica's eyes, one of surprise and humorous anger at having her plan defeated. Angelica looked back at her corner, and Alia smiled at her. I was not sure what it meant, but I saw meaning there. Angelica had not given in, and Alia was helping her. We circled each other as Balen came to the end of my verse. I was smiling hard at my wife, proud of my decision to bring Balen along. Luck was handed to me again. 

When the next verse began, Alia joined her voice with Angelica's. They meant to have me torturing ears. There was little I could do on the floor. Angelica's smile grew as we circled each other. She had thrown down the gauntlet. I would have to plan a suitable revenge. She was having too much fun at my expense. I prepared myself for the laughter that was sure to follow the opening of my mouth.

Angelica and Alia finished their verse and I opened my mouth to start mine. A deep baritone added to Balen's voice. I turned to see Ruddi had joined Balen. I had no idea the man could sing. A wonderful harmony wafted through the room. The smile of victory returned to my lips. I directed it at my new bride. She was shaking her head at the impossibility of it as we circled ever closer to each other. The king's mention of an early grave came back to me when Mylle joined Angelica and Alia in the bride's final verse. Three angels in consonance. I hoped I had another friend out there, willing to lend me his throat. All three were smiling at me, letting me know this had been planned. Three against one were not favorable odds. 

Another deep voice joined Ruddi and Balen. King Toric had turned traitor on his only daughter and joined my corner. I was now circling like a proud cock, king of the roost. Angelica was laughing at her defeat as we circled closer. I added some cocky spins to my step, now that I had nothing left to fear. The final verse started, sung in unison by all six singers. It spoke of the lovers finding each other. As the verse ended, I swept my wife into my arms and kissed her. For the briefest of moments, it was not my aunt I was kissing. 

"You have thwarted me, my husband," Angelica said through the cheers that greeted the end of the dance.

"Never challenge a prince and his sheepherder, " I returned, smiling. "Even your own father saw the merit in your defeat."

"He did not defeat me," Angelica said, "he supported you. A most important distinction. One that Uri and others will not fail to see." Her mind was truly quick.

"You planned this?" I asked.

"No," Angelica's smile broadened, "I planned to bring laughter to the hall with your singing. It was fate that turned it better - that, and that lovely master Balen. Did you know he had a voice?" I shook my head.

"It was a risk, but you left me few options," I said humorously, "it was a wicked jest you attempted." 

"It was in fun," Angelica said, "to show all we are human. No different than a sheepherder sitting with kings and queens. I meant no offense." She looked worried. I suppose wicked was too strong a word. I kissed her again; she was my wife, and I would not have her think I was upset with her. 

"The main table and I knew it for what it was," I said softly, "I took no offense, my love." Her smile returned. There was a pounding at the main table, my father was gathering attention with a pewter mug against the wood. 

"I ask for the groom's speech," he called loudly. The dancing would not begin until I had spoken. I grinned at him, his timing was good with both Angelica and me at the center. 

"As you will, your Highness," I called back, bowing deeply. I cannot sing, but I did vs do not fear my auditory. Attention moved from the king to me, and I turned slowly to address all as best I could. I had some nonsense prepared, but decided at that moment to depart from it.

"Last day," I started loudly, "I rode to the countryside to free my mind from the preparations for this ceremony. There was a time I would have preferred a smaller affair, my bride and me together was all that was needed. I rode, that day, through a flock of sheep much to the ire of master Herdsman," I smiled and pointed at Balen who, for once, seemed to shy away. "We talked, he unknowing my position so the truth of his words were beyond any doubt. If memory serves, he described the princess," I took Angelica's hand in mine, "my wife, as having the face of an angel, and so sweet you could taste honey as she walked by. He had the right of it, so here he sits at our banquet, some of his own livelihood served well on our platters. He, his mother and all our subjects are the reason for this union. They work the days and nights, fill our banquet tables and make all this possible. They ask only for peace and security in return. The Lion and Bear have joined." I held Angelica's hand high with mine."We give both our peoples peace through marriage. 'Tis a grand bonus that my princess is sweet as honey with a face of an angel." I dropped to my knee and kissed my wife's hand as cheers went up. I stood.

"Master musician," I shouted, "I wish to dance with my wife." Angelica was beaming which warmed my heart. The music started, and we danced for the first time as husband and wife. We danced alone, the first song.

"Sweet as honey, face of an angel" Angelica smiled, "I must dance with this Balen."

"He is most impressed with you, " I said, "do not tease too much. He may take it seriously and do away with me."

"A dance and a kiss, "Angelica said. "All the better if it makes you jealous." I swung Angelica around and caught Alia's eyes. I was happy to see her smile. This night was worrisome still. I brought myself back to Angelica, and danced with my mind on her. 

When the song ended, and the applause subsided, we exited the floor to allow others to dance. There was no more ceremony for the night. The rest was all festival and happiness. I thanked Ruddi for his voice. He accepted gracefully. I went toward the main table to thank Balen, and found him engaged with Sir Adkin Harvard, a ranking lord from the Kingdom of Laquorettee. The lad seemed to be holding his own. 

"Sir, if you provide the means of travel, " Balen said confidently, "I would be most pleased to second you." My memory awakened, I remembered Harvard's pending nuptials with the Lady Marigold. Balen will be popular as the spring marriage season swept through the courts.

"Are you stealing our most loyal subject, Sir Harvard?" I asked as I neared. 

"Only borrow him, Prince," Harvard replied, "he will be the better for it, and I will save ridicule. Lady Marigold will do no different than your princess." I laughed at the panic in his eyes. I do not believe he was laughing when Angelica sang me out.

"I thank you, master Balen," I said sincerely. "You rescued me in my time of need. I am in your debt." 

"But you thwarted my plan, young master," Angelica said coming up behind me, "I demand a dance in payment for such an insult."

"My Prince, Sir, " Balen bowed, "I must redeem myself with my Princess. Please forgive me." He turned, smiling to my wife, and held out his hand properly. She laid hers atop, and he escorted her to the floor. It was as if he was born to it. 

"A sheepherder." Harvard said incredulously. 

"Was a lucky coincidence, Sir," I said, shaking my head. "I invited him on a lark. I thought I was giving him a treat, and now he dances with my wife and you employee him. Who knew he had a voice like that?"

"Worth his weight to not look the fool," Harvard added.

"Aye, Sir, he is that," I laughed. 

I thanked King Toric who swore he was just protecting his ears from my caterwauling. I forced him to accept my gratitude none the same. As promised, I found Mylle and requested a dance. She accepted, smiling, and I escorted her to the floor. 

"You sing well, my Lady," I said as I carried out steps that brought us close. 

"Thank you, my Lord," Mylle replied, "and you survived the ambush well." To this she added a sly smile. She wore it well, and it showed humor in her. A new side I had not seen before. I had been overly worried about Alia, and I had forgotten Mylle would share her lover tonight as well. Concern filled me. 

"Does tonight fret you, my Lady?" I asked quietly. The music and overall din of the festivities covered us well.

"A little, my Lord," Mylle replied, "she does not...love well when strained. I fear it will be difficult for the two of you." It was not what was going to happen that bothered her, it was how Angelica and I felt about it that concerned her. "You must be tender, my Lord, and slow. She will be brave which will not help. It is soft touching that she enjoys." My face was warming as she spoke. Visions of her and Angelica together found their way into my mind. It struck me that Alia and Angelica may have had similar talks. A truly strange union. 

"Soft touching," I repeated, urging Mylle to continue. It was best to learn what I could. 

"You are beet red, my Lord," Mylle said smiling. I wondered if others noticed since it was apparent to her. I twirled her away as the step demanded, and it was a few moments before we closed back together. 

"Does this talk make you uncomfortable, my Lord?" Mylle asked.

"Yes, my Lady," I answered, "though this union asks for such things. I fear it will damage you and Alia. It would be for naught if we all harm each other." Mylle leaned in close. 

"It is we that fear damaging you, my Lord," Mylle said softly, "it is foremost in our discussions. Alia fears you will ruin all for her, Angelica fears no heir and your dislike of it and I fear losing what I have gained if we fail." I was forced to step away from her again, and circle one way then the other before I could return.

"We must talk more, my Lady," I said as we locked arms and stepped round each other. '''Tis important we remove the fear. It does harm by being there." The song came to an end. I bowed, Mylle curtsied and I escorted her from the floor. There was much to do to preserve my strange family. An heir was only the first step. 

I danced with others; the groom was fair game at weddings. I tried to dance with Alia, but she avoided me. It was Angelica's night, and I fear Alia thought it best if we did not converse until it was over. Alia was my true passion, avoiding each other was for the best, though I disliked it. My mother found me milling about, engaging in small talk. 

"You have time for your mother?" my mother asked, pulling me away from my conversation. "It was a beautiful ceremony," she continued as we moved away from ears. She had words for me that she did not want to share. 

"You have danced with most women here, but your bride only once," my mother said when we were out of range. "You two must make a show of it. It is past time for you to retire with her, and some might take notice. Alia is worried and she has the right of it." Alia will not talk with me, but she has my mother's ear. I added my mother to the list of women who now steered my doings. 

"Yes," I said quietly, "we have been delaying, though not by intention." I paused, thinking how we had shied from each other. "It is hard on both of us, though we deny it. I thank you for bringing it forward." My mother kissed my cheek and pointed to the Angelica. She was dancing with a titled knight. I could not remember the name. Her smile was pleasant, though I knew it to be forced. I could see that much in her now. I moved to intercede.




The Marriage Ch. 04



"Sir, I fear I can no longer be parted from my wife," I said loudly with a smile, "if it comes to blows, then so be it." The knight smiled, bowed and released Angelica to my care. I stepped into the dance with ease. Angelica's smile was no longer forced. I overheard some bawdy talk about my desires. I pulled Angelica closer than should be proper for the dance. 

"We must retire, my Princess," I said. Her eyes held concern, her lips a real smile. She stopped us there, on the dance floor, couples spinning about us. We kissed unmoving, some aunt, some not. Giggles reached our ears as those gathered began to notice. We broke with honest smiles. I pulled her quickly by her hand to the main table where we took our leave from the kings and queens. A bell chimed as we left the hall, signifying to all that the wedding couple had retired. 

>>>>

A suite of rooms had been set up to house our new life. A room we shared in the center, a room to the left for me and one to the right for Angelica. To the right again, a shared room for the ladies Alia and Mylle who were still under Angelica's service. Private doors existed between the rooms to allow us to move between them, unseen from the hall. My parents had seen to it that our strange union would remain private. It was to our shared room that I brought Angelica. 

A large bed, soft with pillows, protruded from the far wall. Four well-carved wooden posts rose from the corners and held a roof of thick crimson fabric. A stone hearth burned well, warming the room. A small sitting area housed four chairs and a round table made of the same dark wood as the bed posts. Atop the table rested a carafe of wine, two glasses and a single red rose laid between them. It would have been romantic had I not found myself nervous. I saw the same in my bride.

"A glass of wine?" I offered.

"Please," Angelica answered, too quickly to disguise her desire to stall. I poured two glasses and handed one to her. I started to sit in the chair, but she took my hand and led to toward the bed. She sat on the bed with her legs folded beneath her and patted the mattress directly in front of her. I joined her on the bed, sitting in front of her as she desired. 

"All my talk of duty and still I find myself hesitant," Angelica admitted. I let out the breath I was holding. 

"I thought it would just be me," I confessed, "I feel like I insult you - thinking about what must be." We took turns sipping our wine while sitting face to face. Our eyes searching while our minds fumbled for words. 

"I promise not to think less of you," Angelica offered. 

"No matter what happens, I will do the same," I agreed. We sipped more wine. 

"Is it always like this, between a man and a women?" Angelica asked. I suppressed a laugh.

"No," I answered, "one thing flows into another. This seems more formal." 

"It feels the same to me. It is not like Mylle and me." Angelica sighed. We went back to the wine and silence. I was hoping Angelica would take the lead, and I would follow. It seemed better that way in my mind. My leading felt more like I was lusting and I would have trouble facing Alia after. But this had to be done so I took the first step. I handed Angelica my glass to hold. I stood and undressed. Her eyes followed me, and I strangely felt no shame when she glanced between my legs. She was my wife, and the visage was her right. 

When I had first stood, I had visions of then carefully undressing Angelica. The thoughts faded as I stood naked before her, her hands holding two glasses of wine. Something was not quite right, and my manhood knew it. I sat back down and took back my glass. 

"I thought it would be bigger," Angelica whispered. She meant nothing by it. My face warmed anyway. Her eyes went wide at my expression. "It was wrong of me to say it." There was panic in her voice. I reached out and caressed her face.

"It gets bigger when needed," I said softly. She leaned into my caress. Mylle was right, she liked soft touching. She handed me her glass and stood. It took her longer to disrobe, stopping at points to allow me to look and increase her nerve. Ugly she was not, her breasts were larger than my hands could cover and stood proudly away from her chest with small nipples that tightened in the air. She was trim of waist with a small backside that was firm to the eye. When she dropped the last of her undergarments, she revealed a small tuft of red hair that softly covered her sex. She reached up and released the bindings in her hair and removed the flowers. Waves of red flowed down her shoulders and back. A funny thought struck me. 

"I thought they would be smaller," I said smiling and staring at her breasts. Angelica laughed and jumped back on the bed. A little wine spilled during the jostling, which we both chose to ignore. I handed her her glass. We both sipped some more, a little happier we had taken a step. 

"I see it thinks it is needed," Angelica smirked and gestured between my legs with her wine glass. My phallus had awakened, but it had yet to stretch to its fullness.

"Beauty has that effect," I said. 

"Just looking at me?" Angelica asked incredulously.

"Aye," I answered. Angelica smiled and arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. Her eyes never left my sex; she was playing without touching. She received the results she was seeking as my manhood rose more. 

"Fascinating," Angelica said, her eyes returning to mine. I was past the point of embarrassment so I just nodded and took another sip of wine. "May I touch it?" she asked. I almost spit out the wine. We were planning on copulating, and she was issuing formal requests. 

"You may," I answered, after swallowing hard. Angelica reached out and gently patted the shaft before she lightly grasped it with two fingers to lift it. The touch encouraged my phallus further, and forced me to breath deeper. Angelica let it go quickly, and looked up at me.

"It is still growing," she said with apprehension, "can you slow it?" I had thought she had spoken to Alia about all of this. 

"It acts mostly on its own," I said stupidly. 

"I cannot make room for that." Angelica's eyes were wide. She looked between her sex and mine. "Alia must be bigger," she added. I tried not to laugh, but some leaked out on its own. Angelica did not take it well. "I know how it works," she said with rising ire, "I was not expecting it like that - it is not funny in my eyes." 

"No, it is not." I forced seriousness to my face. "It will fit though." Angelica's eyes softened again.

"Do you know this to be true?" Angelica asked. She was genuinely seeking the knowledge. 

"Babies fit," I answered. It seemed the logical response. 

"Oh," Angelica said as she thought on it. I reached out and caressed her face again. She smiled at me so I knew nothing was wrong. "We will go slow with it," she said, "once I am ready." I nodded agreement. We sipped more wine - it had become the shield between us. 

"Let us put the wine away," I said. Angelica reluctantly handed me her glass. I rose and placed the glasses on the table, moved to the hearth and added wood to warm the room more. Angelica had not moved and sat waiting for me to return. At least she was not hiding herself. 

I pulled back the blankets, shaped the pillows and bade Angelica to lie down. She did, and I joined her. She lay like a board, hands to her sides. Only her head moved to look at me. I think she expected me to begin immediately. I could see her suppressing fear. I moved in close and pulled her to her side, her back to my front and I held her. 

"You have gone small again," Angelica said, "do you need to see me?" I rolled my eyes at her comment.

"I will just hold you a moment, my love," I said sweetly, "we will rush into nothing." I felt her stiffness disappear. I ran my hand softly along her body, over her breasts and down her tummy. I caressed her thighs and kissed the side of her neck. She sank deeply into me, allowing my exploration. Her breathing steadied as she relaxed. It felt forced, but I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh. She lifted her leg over mine and tensed a little. I caressed her thigh slowly, toward her sex. It hurt to feel her heartbeat rise when I knew it was not passion she felt. This was scaring her, I could feel it in her body. I did not stop, though it was on my mind. I closed my eyes when my hand found the soft down between her legs. She was shaking when my fingers searched her soft folds. There was no moisture, nothing as I softly trailed my finger along her opening. I tried to tenderly coax my finger deeper to tempt her body. She shuddered, and I realized she was crying. I stopped and rolled her to her back. 

"I am useless," Angelica said as tears streamed down the sides of her face. My heart broke to see her in such a state. I kissed her, and she turned away from me and began to sob.

"This does not have to happen tonight," I offered. She broke then, and I could do naught but hold her. She began to push me away. I could do nothing more as her hands covered her face.

"Go," Angelica sobbed, "Alia is a real woman; go to her." Her fears were doing this. I could do nothing but urge them stronger now. I rose from the bed, a thickness in my chest. I donned my trousers and ran quickly through her room and into the next. I found Alia and Mylle sitting stiffly, dreading this night as much a I. 

"I have hurt her heart," I said quickly to Mylle, "I did not do it right - she is crying." Mylle stood with dismay on her face. "She does not want to see me again. I fear this was too much." Mylle came to me and took my hand. 

"She must," Mylle said, "we will see her together, you and I." I wished to stay, but Alia nodded her head slightly in agreement with Mylle. I followed Mylle through Angelica's room.

"She is upset," I said, "I could not excite her and she blames herself."

"Shh," Mylle said before we entered the bedroom. Angelica was sobbing on the bed, her head buried in a pillow. Mylle moved to her side. I went to the end of the bed, out of the way. 

"My sweet," Mylle said softly, "I am here now." Angelica was in her arms quickly.

"I have failed us," Angelica cried, "I am not woman enough." Mylle began kissing her and wiping her eyes. I had never seen them this tender, and felt I was intruding. 

"You are my woman, my strength and my love," Mylle continued, "I am here now. We will do it together." Shock traveled through me at the thought. "You were so beautiful today. It was hard not to stare or rush to your side. I would have given anything to undress you this night." They kissed then, like Alia and I. There was nothing forced, nothing unseemly as I had expected. It was as if they had always belonged together. It was enchanting.

"Your husband is here, love" Mylle said. Angelica looked up at me. She tried to say something then stopped. There was still fear there. "I am staying," Mylle said, "I will hold you, and we will be strong together." Angelica looked up at me.

"You will not think less of us, my husband?" Angelica asked. Her voice was stronger.

"Never," I answered. I stood there as Angelica slowly undressed Mylle. It was a passionate thing she did, kissing skin as it was exposed. Mylle turned naked into her and they kissed again, breasts touching breasts. I would need no encouragement that night. The sheer beauty of them together brought heat to my loins. 

Mylle pushed Angelica onto the bed and climbed atop her. Mylle kissed down Angelica's neck and upon her breast, her tongue stalling at the nipple. Angelica moaned under her lover's hands. She arched her back and giggled when Mylle found some special spot known only to her. Mylle's hand moved down and circled Angelica's tummy which brought a shudder to her legs. Mylle's fingers combed into the red tuft of hair and she surprisingly pulled the hair slightly, causing a small moan from Angelica. Mylle's hand dropped between Angelica's legs, and they kissed again. I could see Angelica squirming under Mylle's hand. She was forcing her hips higher, into Mylle's hand as they kissed deeply. 

"I am ready, my love," Angelica whispered to Mylle. Mylle looked back at me. I moved to the other side of the bed, dropped my trousers and climbed onto the bed. I felt an intruder more than a husband. They saw it in my face. Angelica pulled me close and kissed me, followed closely by a kiss from Mylle. Neither felt anything like an aunt. 

"I am sorry for this, my husband," Angelica said. I looked between her and Mylle and smiled. 

"'Tis strange, but I am not sorry," I said, "it is better than tears." 

Mylle's eyes widened. "You will go slow with that," Mylle instructed. Her concerned eyes were between my legs. I was not used to women discussing my parts. It was a night of strange experiences. I maneuvered between Angelica's legs with Mylle sideways next to her. I could see a small fear in Angelica. Mylle reached across Angelica, just below her breasts and held her, Mylle's lips kissed her cheek. I positioned myself and found Angelica's entrance warm and very moist. The angle was not right, but I greatly feared moving her. 

Angelica looked at me and lifted her leg slightly. She reached between us, closed her eyes and guided me into her. I found her resistance as she sucked in a breath. I heard Mylle whisper love into Angelica's ear as I broke through. Angelica gasped softly. 

"Stop a moment," Angelica said. I did, seeing a tear in Mylle's eye. Angelica's passage gripped me tightly, more so than I had ever felt. Mayhap Alia was bigger. I stayed, held up on my arms, watching Angelica's face as she became used to me. She smiled at me, "It is better now." I moved into her slowly, watching her face to make sure I was not too quick. When I was fully in, I stopped and let her again conform to my shape. 

"Are you done?" Mylle asked me anxiously. I was not, but it reminded me to not prolong. Pleasure was not paramount, an heir was the goal. I shook my head and looked to Angelica.

"It is fine now," Angelica encouraged. I withdrew part way and slowly entered again. I felt her heat stir mine; it would not be long. There were small contractions in Angelica's face as I moved forward. I slowed until she put her hand on my backside and pulled me into her. I let her control the rhythm of my thrusts. Her tightness and warmth were urging me on, and I did not try to stall it. Angelica could see it in me.

"I am ready, my husband," Angelica whispered as she pulled me into her. My body stiffened and the grand feeling rushed between my legs. I emptied into her as she held me tight to her. I closed my eyes and groaned as the waves rushed through me. It was over quickly, but I lay between her legs learning to breath again. When I opened my eyes, Angelica was smiling. It caught me by surprise and warmed my heart. There were lips on my cheek before I realized Mylle meant to kiss me. 

I pulled out of my wife slowly and rolled myself off to the side. My breath was still trying to return to its normal pace. 

"Will you still love me when I am fat with child?" Angelica asked cheerfully. It was not directed to me. 

"Fat or skinny, I will love you always," Mylle answered, "you will be such a good mother." Mylle and Angelica embraced. I had been forgotten and it saddened me. It should not have; I had Alia. Still, I was jealous of their love, not liking being left out. I rubbed my eyes to try to break my mood. I was not used to being alone after making love. 

Amidst whispering, the bed lightened, and I heard scampering feet. I opened my eyes to Angelica's smile, her head propped on her arm as she looked at me. Mylle had left the room.

"You are wonderful to tolerate me," Angelica said. Her happiness was radiating. "I did not think it would happen and now I pray it will take." She reached out and stroked my face. "I made it difficult, my husband," She said softly, "I was born broken, but you did not fail me." I smiled back.

"You are not broken, my wife," I said, "you love differently, but you love well." She rolled, smiling, onto her back.

"A baby," Angelica called out, "think on it. It will be the most lovely thing." The problems we had began to dissipate. I would remember her happiness. 

The door opened and Mylle, still naked, came in pulling Alia behind her. I suddenly felt my own nakedness. 

"Alia," Angelica called brightly, "it has happened." Alia did not seem aware she was the only one with clothes. Mylle went to a basin and wet a cloth.

"Mylle told me," Alia said as she approached the bed, "I am happy it is behind us." I was concerned Alia was less enthused than she let on. She wore a smile, but her eyes did not find mine. Mylle came back with the cloth.

"There is some blood, my love," Mylle said as she wiped Angelica's leg. 

"Yes," Angelica responded cheerfully, "a woman's blood. It is natural." 

"I said you were no different," Alia laughed. Mylle looked over to me when she was done. 

"There is some on you, my Lord," Mylle said meekly. She started to hand the cloth across the bed, but it was intercepted my Alia. They exchanged a look that made Mylle blush. Alia moved around the bed to my side. 

"Your manhood looks asleep, my love," Alia said smiling, "did it have an exhausting day." Angelica and Mylle had trouble containing themselves. I felt even more naked than before. 

"Mayhap we should change rooms," I offered as she neared. Alia smiled sweetly.

"It is your wedding night, you will sleep with your wife," Alia said. She approached me and knelt next to my head. Her lips neared my ear and she whispered things to me. Things I could never repeat, but brought a grand smile to my heart. Mylle gasped and Angelica giggled. My manhood had woken up.

"'Tis easier to clean this way," Angelica laughed. The ladies had great fun discussing how my parts worked. It seemed to amaze Mylle, and Angelica talked as an expert. I felt outnumbered, but strangely loved. 

I was about to again insist we change rooms. Angelica was my wife in ceremony only. I loved her, but I missed being with Alia. Alia was returning to the bed after losing the cloth she had cleaned me with. I had my arguments ready and opened my mouth to speak when Alia dropped her dress on the ground. She, without thinking, crawled into bed next to me. Mylle moved in next to Angelica. 

Angelica turned to me and gave me a happy kiss. Then she rolled toward Mylle and settled into her. It was not what I expected, to share the bed with all. I rolled toward Alia who was wearing a sly grin. I kissed her well. 

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 05



Author's Note: The halfway point and the plot is about set. Thank for editing Tim413413. 





I awoke sweating the next morning. Alia's leg was lifted onto my thigh and Mylle, who must have changed places was Angelica in the night, was pushed up tight against me. I lifted my head, trying to not wake anyone, and saw Angelica with half the bed to herself. She was practicing to be Queen, I supposed. I tried to shift a bit, to cool some of my parts. Mylle shifted in her sleep and her arm came around to hug me. I could feel her small breasts on my side, and we now breathed each other's air. Everyone, but I, seemed comfortable.

I could not go back to sleep and lying still as an overheated pillow did not appeal to me. I maneuvered my limbs and slowly crawled out of the bed. Alia and Mylle made small sounds as I disturbed them. Neither had opened their eyes, so I pulled the blankets back over them. I fed the embers in the hearth new wood. It fired up quickly and began to eat at the slight chill that had filled the room during the night. I quietly dressed, not wanting to wake my three angels. I looked down at them, all three blissfully comfortable. At that moment, I loved all three more than life itself. I smiled at Angelica, mayhap four in time.

I left the room quietly and found Lucius in the hall. He was chatting with a young woman I had seen before in the kitchen. He was oblivious to my approach, his eyes and attention held only her. It lightened my heart to see it.

"My Lord!" Lucius said with a quick bow. I had caught him by surprise. The young lady gave a similar response and curtsied with a blush on her face. She was not where she was supposed to be. "I had not expected you up this early."

"A grand morn," I said brightly, "and who is this?" Lucius was about to answer when the woman beat him to it.

"Trinity, my Lord," she answered quickly, with a little apprehension, "forgive me, I am not in my place. I shall return at once." Now Lucius's face looked red. I smiled.

"Flee if you wish," I said, "I have no mind to disturb a friend in polite conversation." With that, I patted a smiling Lucius's shoulder and went on my way. I hoped she stayed, it gladdened me that someone else could be as happy as I.

I visited the privy and moved down to the kitchen. It was an anthill of activity. Most visitors would be leaving today, so breakfast must be served before they departed. I wished some biscuits and gravy. I could smell the gravy from down the hall and gathered a craving.

"Where is that Trinity?" Madeline yelled to whomever would answer as I approached. Madeline ran the kitchens and had done so since I been young. She was a large woman with a normally sweet disposition. The wedding had tasked her hard, and this morning seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"My apologies, mistress Madeline," I said cheerfully, "I had sent her with words for my steward. I should have consulted first." Madeline turned and her face calmed.

"No, my Lord. We are, of course, at your disposal," Madeline said carefully.

"I have come to convey my thanks to you," I added on the spur, "the feast was excellent. I was many times proud to accept the thanks of our guests for your efforts." I had made another person happy. It was going to be a glorious day.

"It was your wedding, my Lord." Madeline's smile spanned the kitchen. "I would have it no other way." I moved toward the gravy.

"My thanks all the same." My nose was over the pot and I could smell the sausage. "Might I have a bit of gravy over biscuits? It smells wonderful."

"Of course, my Lord," Madeline said, then served me herself. It was a plate load that would feed two, but I was not about to stop her. She was glowing, it had been a long time since I had complimented her work. I would make sure it would not be so long again. I would have to mention it to Angelica so she could add her praise.

I took the gravy outside, and it steamed in the crisp air. I could tell, from the brightening sky, it was going to be a clear, sunny day. The sun had yet to grasp full control of it, but it was cloudless all the same. I lightly fingered a gravy-soaked biscuit and took a large bite. It tasted as good as it smelled. I sat on the steps and prepared to enjoy my meal in peace.

"Did you mount my sister?" Uri had snuck up behind me and destroyed my mood. There was a brief moment when I had him wearing the gravy in my mind.

"Good morn, Prince," I offered without inflection. The alliance demanded tolerance. I turned my head to see him dressed for travel. He was not staying the day, and I found that to my liking.

"Must I ask again?" Uri demanded. There was only so much a man can take first thing in the morning. I was about to stand, and I sensed the results would not be good.

"I was mounted well, my brother," Angelica stated firmly, "am I to be talked about like cattle all day?" Uri and I both turned to her. I smiled, and Uri went grimmer.

"Good morn, my love," I said cheerfully. Her timing was welcome and saved more heat than she knew. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I thought not to wake you."

"After such a thorough mounting, I had thought to sleep the day away," Angelica teased, "'tis a wonder I can walk at all." She looked at her brother with a sly smile.

"Apologies for my words, my sister," Uri said, wearing his personal gloom like a badge, "it pleases me the marriage has been consummated." He headed down the stairs toward the stables. With his back turned, he spoke again. "It is my hope the heir will not be broken." I dropped my plate and stood. My intentions were not pleasant things. It was Angelica who held me back.

"Let him leave, my love," Angelica whispered, "he has no one but his own mind. It is a black place, and you would only make it darker." I stayed my hand as requested and took a few deep breaths.

"I will not listen to it forever," I said in warning. His words were responsible for much of Angelica's pain.

"We will tolerate it," Angelica said, "he is family and part of the alliance. He uses only words, that is the extent." She pulled my face to hers. "You may protect me from all others, but leave my brother to me." She kissed me, not like an aunt. I would grant her her brother, but no one else.

"Bathe," Angelica ordered, "wash my scent off. Then go to your true wife, and prove I am naught but duty." Her smile was deliciously evil.

"You are more than duty, my wife," I said. Though the idea of Alia sped my heart.

"She knows," Angelica whispered, "it is a pleasant lie though." I kissed Angelica's cheek then went quickly to bathe. I intended to lie much.

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It was good day to win a match. I had finally mastered Tavia and I had Mylle risking her first match loss. I had won three games to her one. It had taken many weeks to get to this point, and I was enjoying being well ahead in the current game. We were evenly matched in skill now. The dice were more or less the determining factor, though it felt like my sheer mastery today.

"Angelica could not hold in her meal this morn again," Mylle said as she rolled the dice. We had tried four more times to conceive an heir. Each attempt was many days apart. We had developed a pattern that worked, strange as it was. It found the four of us in bed together, each doing a part to speed the process. It had become a function of necessity and had little to do with pleasure, though I was having trouble distinguishing between.

Alia had joined at the second attempt, more for my heart than hers. I felt the pain she should have, for me being with another. She found it humorous to speed my seed. Her whispered words at the right moment would shorten the process greatly. Angelica no longer found the process uncomfortable, but little pleasure was derived from my manhood. She did so like the idea of being a mother. Her smile at my completion was adorable. It was better than the completion itself.

"She did not tell me that," I responded. I hoped it was as my mother said, a sign she was with child. Mylle moved her stones safely, though it did little to alter her impending loss. There was something about winning a contest against the teacher that held a strong appeal. I would attempt to be gracious, though it would be difficult.

"That is three days," Mylle said, "it is promising." She watched me roll a set of matching pips. It did not seem to phase her.

"She could be simply ill," I responded. My mother thought otherwise. She was following Angelica around making sure she did not strain herself. I moved my pieces in a tactical way, increasing my lead, and limiting Mylle's ability to recover. I no longer had to count triangles by hand; the moves were intuitive.

"You are going to win," Mylle said with happiness. My insides were jumping up and down, but I had remained calm on the outside. Her admitting it, made me smile against my will.

"You have taught me to well."

"It is more fun if we are both good," Mylle added. She seemed more excited about my victory than I was. I enjoyed our games and wished them more often. Having her to myself was a treat. She was rarely in a bad mood. She cared deeply, and always worried about our feelings toward each other. I watched her face closely as she futilely rolled the dice and moved her pieces. None of this would have worked without her. She was Angelica's strength and my steadfast guide through the strangeness we had wrought. She smiled when she caught me staring.

"I have not told you how much you mean to me," I said honestly. She surprised me by moving around the board and sitting on my lap.

"I already know, but I will hear it from your lips," Mylle said sweetly. She was comfortable on my lap as light as she was. There was a serene intimacy born from waking with her naked body at my side.

"I have love for you," I said. Mylle smiled and kissed me. She followed with an embrace that I found most pleasant. Alia chose that moment to enter my room.

"What is this?" Alia demanded, hands on hips. My heart sank. I was confused when Mylle giggled.

"I felt his heart jump," Mylle said, "you have scared him." She made no move to disengage from me. Alia dropped her hands and laughed. I smiled half-heartedly, trying to figure out where I stood. Mylle hugged me close again. "He has told me he loves me. It is out now."

"What is this?" Angelica entered. Her seriousness was not as well defined as Alia's. "I am near death with sickness and you two abandon me." She did not look sick to me.

"Cayden is professing his love," Alia said.

"So Mylle is your favorite?" Angelica added.

"I am, am I not?" Mylle asked, grinning. I recognized the teasing and decided it was best to ignore it and change the subject. It was a trap best avoided.

"How are your feeling, my wife?" I asked brightly. It seemed strange to say it with Mylle in my lap.

"Better, my husband," Angelica answered, "it comes and goes." Her smile grew. "I am thinking it is a sign." I could see the happiness in her face and wished it to be so. I had never met a woman so intent on being with child. It went beyond the duty to bear an heir. It was something deep inside her that desired someone of her own making. I hoped it would be a child who liked smothering for it would be swamped with love.

"You have not chosen," Mylle said, returning the conversation back to the quagmire. Angelica and Alia were smiling, Mylle pouting. It was a question best not to answer.

"I could no more choose the best flower in a field of blooms," I said. It had come to me suddenly and I was proud of it. Alia leaned down, her lips to my ear. She whispered things that made me forget my words.

"Oh!" Mylle complained, "she schemes unfairly." I stood, putting Mylle on her feet and kissed her forehead.

"Sorry, my love," I said to Mylle, my eyes moving to Alia's soft eyes, "Alia cheats well." Angelica grinned and grabbed Mylle's hand.

"Come, my love," Angelica said to Mylle, "I will sooth your broken heart." We never did finish the match. It mattered little when Alia disrobed and her whispers became real.

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It was spring when we knew for certain. Angelica had not started to show, but even the chirurgeon agreed. Mother was informed and proved it correct in her mind. Father was thrilled, but we kept it from the court. Angelica and I had decided to not follow tradition. We did send a rider to Angelica's parents so they would know by our word.

We had found Balen herding his sheep on many of our rides. Angelica and I had made it a point to stop to ask about the wellness of his mother and his employment as a second. They were always informative chats, and we learned much of the opinion in the land. We had learned, through him, about the spring festival. It was for common folk and no one titled had ever been. Food and dancing were the order, and many a marriage agreement was negotiated.

I was shamed the crown was not aware of the festival. It was our own people that gave it, and in our own kingdom. It was time for the future king and queen to venture about. We told Balen nothing of our desire, though we knew he would be there. Angelica had sensed there was someone the young man wished to court. I did not see it, but I missed much in that area.

On the day of the festival, we rode Storm and Sunrise into the town proper. We tipped a shocked hostler well to stable the horses, and walked toward the music hand in hand. On the edge of where the festivities began, we stood and watched. Angelica pointed to large chairs where the king and queen of the festival held court. It was somewhat a mockery of the crown, but it was done in jest and not meant to insult. The 'king,' an old jolly man with a broad stomach, was shouting useless commands down toward the throng of dancers. The 'queen,' most likely his wife by the familiarity she showed, was smiling and waving to all she knew. They had crowns of braided stick and wore red cloaks over their clothes. The 'king' seemed to be overfond of what was in his mug and demanded it refilled as it emptied.

Angelica and I joined the dancers neatly. No one realized who we were, and made room for us. It was simple dance all could do, child to the elderly. Angelica found herself holding the hand of a small girl as we executed a simple set of paired turns. The girl was all smiles and melted Angelica's heart. I think she saw a vision of the child she carried in that girl. Partners changed and a shocked Balen came face to face with the princess.

"My Princess!" Balen exclaimed as he dropped to his knee. There was a moment of confusion since our faces were not well known. It was quickly followed by many dropping to their knee.

"My dear master Herdsman," the princess said clearly for all to hear, "it is good to see you again. Please come out of the dirt, 'tis your festival, and we have come to enjoy it." There was hesitancy in everyone's movements. Balen rose with a smile, and Angelica offered her hand. He bowed and kissed her knuckles. There were whispers as our identities flew on the wind.

"Master Balen, will you be so kind to present us to the 'king' and 'queen,'" I asked. He moved us deftly toward the makeshift thrones. The false king looked not well. His color, that was tinged red with drink when we arrived, was now a pale white.

"My King and Queen of Spring, may I present to you Prince Cayden Southerson and his wife Princess Angelica Douderson Southerson." I bowed and Angelica curtsied, both of us wearing large smiles.

"My Prince, we mean no offense to the crown," the 'king' panicked. I thought he might drop dead from embarrassment.

"The crown feels no offense. 'Tis we who have rudely invaded without invitation and beg your forgiveness, my King of Spring," I said with another small bow. It was the 'queen' who collected herself first and rose.

"Welcome to the Spring Festival," the 'queen' announced, "we gladly share our house and hearth. Enter and be at ease." The formal greeting was well said.

"We thank you dearly, my Queen of Spring," Angelica said. There were happy cheers when the awkwardness was over, and all saw we were here to enjoy.

"May I speak, my King of Spring," I shouted above the din.

"The Throne of Spring recognizes the Prince of the Land." The 'king' spoke louder than I had expected and the crowd quieted. I moved onto the dais where the thrones were perched.

"We are here to celebrate and announce news of the most pleasant kind." I spoke loudly and talk stopped. "I would have you all share our joy. The princess is with child. The land will have an heir." The festival erupted in loud shouts of well meaning. Angelica was beaming, so proud of her pregnancy. She was immediately surrounded by smiling women, wanting to know all.

Farmers and tradesmen were fighting to buy me a drink. The crown would have none of it.

"Master vendor, how many casts have you brought," I asked the thin man selling wine.

"Three, my Lord," the vendor answered after looking back at his wagon.

"I shall buy all three," I said, "no one will be short a cup today. I wish many toasts to the coming heir." We made many friends of our subjects that day. We danced, we laughed and we shared our joy. As the wine loosened tongues, issues the crown could solve became known. Some were simple, some required more thought. It was the crown's ear they wished, and I gave it to them. My family had become isolated over the years, content to provide security and allow its charges to handle the details. No more. Angelica and I would meet the people, and this festival would be the start.

We found much we did not know. Tax timing was of paramount concern. They did not speak well of the taxes, but understood their need. It was when they were collected that made it more difficult. The farmers preferred them collected after harvest when they were flush, not at the turn of the year. I saw no issue with it and would speak with my father. Some tradesman were concerned about the north road. There had been hijackings of goods. Though increased patrols had lessened them, it was thought the wagons could follow the patrols directly if some coordination could be achieved. It seemed well thought out to me, and something I could order myself. We all profited by safe trade.

All in all, the requests were not overtaxing. They and we were new to this and many stayed their hand for the more pressing concerns. Others thought the celebration of more importance. To those, we participated fully. I was even dragged out for a choral by the demands of my wife. To the joy of everyone, they found me an imperfect singer. I allowed my wife her fun, it was good to see her honest happiness. She loved to dance, and soon her belly would make it difficult.

At one point, I found Angelica talking comfortably with a young woman. They were laughing, about what I did not know. It was Balen who seemed uncomfortable with it.

"What does she say, my Lord," Balen asked me with concern. I knew then that Angelica had found Balen's interest.

"I am sure it is about you," I said warmly, "I do hope she is of interest to you, or you may have trouble when the princess is done." Balen's eyes went wide.

"She is of great interest, my Lord. I do not know if it is too soon. What if she has no interest in me? What do I say if she does?" Balen was rambling. Here was a man who stood up in court and sang without hesitation. Before a girl he favored, he was no more than a simpleton.

"To say or do nothing is the only wrong thing, master Herdsman," I laughed, though I tried to stifle it. "I would believe the princess would ferret out dislike, and only continue if the interest was mutual." Balen's face was turning red. I looked up to see Angelica approaching with the young woman. The woman was blue-eyed, slightly plump, but carried herself gracefully. Her smile accented her brown tresses well. Balen was a mess.




The Marriage Ch. 05



"My husband, may I present mistress Kady," Angelica said with a sneaky smile. Kady curtsied to me, but her eyes were on Balen.

"Well met, mistress Kady," I responded, smiling, "you know my friend, master Balen?"

"We have met in passing, my Lord," Kady said. Balen looked to faint on the spot. He gave an unconfidant bow.

"Mistress Kady...'tis good...you are." Balen's words were lost in his throat. He coughed and I saw a fierceness come into his eyes. He stood up straighter. "I would court you if your family would allow." It was sudden and unexpected. He had leaped past all preamble. Angelica covered her mouth to hide her grin.

"Oh, what a lovely beginning," Kady replied with delight. She held out her hand which Balen took properly. "I hear your voice is as pleasant to ears as your visage is to my eyes." Balen's smile grew and he emptied himself of his thoughts about her beauty. Angelica and I only heard the first few moments since they had forgotten us and moved off to speak alone.

"You work fast, my love," I said humorously.

Angelica smiled. "Was not hard work. She was already infatuated. I did not but quicken the pace. I do believe Balen would have been old and gray afore he confronted her."

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It was later than we wished when we decided to depart. It would be well dark by the time we made it home. We would not ride fast, not with Angelica's condition. It took quite a while to say our farewells. The King of Spring was fast asleep on his throne so the 'queen' did the honors.

We retrieved our mounts and started the long journey back. We had not even made it out of town before six other riders joined us.

"Your escort, my Prince," the lead rider called out as they approached, "we will not have the princess in danger this night." I smiled and welcomed the six men. I recognized two as merchants I had spoken to earlier. Three of the men had even retrieved arms before they joined us.

"Thank you kindly, Sirs," I said to all, "we overstayed, and welcome your guard." The talk moved to a rehash of the events of the festival. I acquired the history of the King and Queen of Spring. They were man and wife, he a tailor of some reputation. It was suspected his wife did the bulk of the work, but no one questioned him since the quality was high.

It was quite dark when we heard riders approaching at great speed. I was doubly happy the men had decided to escort. I maneuvered Storm in front of the princess and the others surrounded her. It was tense, but for naught. It was Commander Kancraft and a small contingent of guard.

"The king was worried, my Prince," Boris called as soon as we recognized each other.

"I had ample protection, Commander," I said brightly, "we overstayed, and these men have chosen to make our travel easy."

"It is good to know there are such brave souls," Boris said, nodding to our escort. It was a strong compliment from the commander of the kingdom's forces. The escort took it as such and straightened in their saddles.

"Commander, the merchants have asked us to coordinate our north road patrols with their caravans." I gestured to the two merchants that were present. "It seems a reasonable request and I intend to grant it." Boris's eyes went high in thought. A sly smile formed.

"What say we do one better, my Prince," Boris schemed. "If they are willing, we can gather many with large loads, a tasty morsel that cannot be ignored." He looked at the merchants. "You can make a show of it. Add empty crates and barrels if there is not enough product." Boris's smile grew. "I tire of these brigands. We could draw them out with a large force in the waiting. If it works, unseemly men would think twice afore confronting a Southerson merchant again."

Details were discussed out on the road. There would be soldiers in disguise on every wagon with horns as signals. A small force in front and a larger in the rear. The merchants were most pleased to help with the clearing of the road. One trip's risk was worth a future of safe travel. It was set. A trap conceived by crown and commoner. It was a splendid thing if it worked.

It was not a month later when three brigands were dead and six imprisoned and word traveled of how. Southerson merchants were traveling unmolested and making, instead of losing, much coin.

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"I am too fat," Angelica cried, "Mylle has lost her love for me." Mylle rolled her eyes at Angelica's newest mood swing. I tried not to laugh, knowing I could leave and return an hour later to a jubilant wife. My mother told me it was normal, but I thought it all Angelica.

"Come, my love," Mylle said, pulling Angelica out of the chair. Angelica wobbled to her feet. She was right about one thing, she was fat. I thought there may be a whole army in her. I moved forward to help her stay upright.

"Ow," Angelica called, "quick Mylle, feel this." Angelica took Mylle's hand and placed it on her belly. Mylle smiled as she felt the baby kick. Angelica guided my hand as well. It was a strong kick, I could almost feel the foot.

"That is a wonder," I said and kissed my wife, "a miraculous thing." We moved Angelica to the bed and Mylle removed Angelica's dress. Mylle knew how to sooth. Mylle sat on the bed and Angelica half lay in her lap. Mylle would massage Angelica's fat tummy and whisper in her ear. Normally I would leave, but the baby was moving and I so enjoyed that. I laid my ear on Angelica's belly, under her swollen breasts. I could hear the movement, and every so often my child would kick my face. That brought smiles to our lips.

"Men and large breasts, " Alia jested as she entered the room. "How am I to compete with those monsters?" Angelica laughed, her misery of a moment ago gone on the breeze. I waved Alia over, and put her hand on the active belly. The child was usually quiet, but now it was extra active. Angelica was enthralled at the attention. The three of us were mesmerized by her naked belly.

Angelica was caressing her hand through my hair as I concentrated on my child. It was then that it happened. She tried to pull a fist full of hair from my head and groaned awfully. I tried to have my head follow her hand to lessen the pain.

"Wife, my hair," I shouted. My hand on the bed was suddenly warmly wet. Alia carefully separated Angelica from my hair as the groan turned into a half scream. Mylle wrapped her arms around Angelica.

"I am here, my love," Mylle whispered. It was over after a moment, Angelica breathing hard with sweat forming on her brow. I stood dumbly.

"Get the midwife," Alia said pushing me away. I was barely out the door when another scream pierced the air. I ran down the hall and pounded on mistress Pythos's door. We had been housing her for over a month for just this day. I pulled the old woman back to my wife. We entered the chaos.

"I do not want this anymore!" Angelica screamed. Her hair was matted with sweat. Mylle was in a panic, and Alia was relieved that Pythos had showed.

"Well, it is too late for that, my dear, " Pythos responded calmly. "It is a natural thing that you will forgive once the babe is in your arms." She moved swiftly to Angelica's side. "When did it begin?"

"Just moments ago," I answered out of turn. A sense of utter uselessness washed over me.

"Send someone for water and towels, my Prince," Pythos said turning to me, "then leave the rest to us. It is not a place for a man." I was glad of the duty and left amidst another cry from Angelica. It took me a few moments to organize for Pythos's needs. I then went for my mother.

"The baby comes," I told my mother who promptly dropped her needlepoint and moved with acuity. "She is in great pain. I have worries," I said stupidly. My mother kissed me and smiled.

"It is always that way, my son," my mother laughed, "it turns out that it is the easy part of raising a child." I could not imagine giving my mother that type of pain. I followed my mother back to Angelica where I was forcibly kept out. I sat outside in the hall and cringed at every cry that made it out the door. I watched as servants brought water and towels.

"Frightening, is it not?" My father had snuck up on me, my head buried in my knees.

"It is hell," I said truthfully, "there is naught I can do. She screams like she is on fire." My father nodded.

"Your mother was like that most of the night." My father sat next to me, quite out of place, he being the king. "I remember chewing my fingers bloody waiting for you to come. I thought you would finish her." I looked at my father and saw the truth. I fisted my hands so he would not see my nails were now nubs at best.

"I wonder why it is so painful," I thought out loud. It was supposed to be blessed, not horrendous.

"Wait," my father said, "some day your child will disappear for a day, and your heart will wish for such pain as this." He chuckled referring to my running away when I was young. I could not even remember why I had done it. I only made it to the woods before realized I had missed lunch. A young boy does not think of the future when the present seemed so distasteful.

"I do not even remember why I left that day," I smiled.

"I had taken your sword." My father shrugged his shoulders. "You had broken a vase with it, and we thought it best you learned to be careful. You did not take it well." He chuckled again, "We had half the kingdom looking for you. Then you just waltzed in for dinner."

"I remember being hungry," I laughed.

"Aye, and your mother and I could not eat a bite." My father remembered. "We were so sure something terrible had happened. Thinking on it still gives me shivers. You were too young to be so stubborn."

"Do you regret this, the family I have assembled?" I asked. I had been wondering if my life was a disappointment to them.

"At first, yes." My father shook his head. "Now I see no other way. There is happiness in you and Angelica. I could see nothing but a long, unhappy life without Alia and Mylle. It is strange, but your mother and I have no regrets. Your mother would cut off her arm to hold Alia here now." My father smiled in reference to my anger with my mother when she tried to undo my love.

"You and Angelica work well together," Father continued. "The people love you two. What you started with the sheepherder, and then the festival, it has made us seem less onerous. I will one day leave this world and I will be happy that I leave it all in your hands. I am proud with what you have made with what you have been given."

"Master Balen is getting married. Did I tell you that?" I asked, remembering the news.

"She will be a lucky girl, that boy was born below his station," my father complimented. "He sure saved your pride with that voice of his." My father stayed with me that night as I listened to Angelica's screams turn to exhausted moans. Alia came out and gave us notice that Pythos said all was normal. I could see the pain in Alia's face and knew she grieved for Angelica. It was almost dawn when I heard a small cry that wrapped my heart. I did not wait for permission, I entered the room.

"Look what we have done," Angelica said hoarsely. She was horribly pale from her exertions and she looked terribly weak. She held a bundle in her arms and wore a smile that belied her previous efforts. "He is so beautiful. Come and look at our son." I ignored the red towels and moved to the my wife.

Life changed.

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Hamund was near one year old when we decided him fit to travel to Douderson. He was fully mobile, and needed eyes on him at all times. He would disarm you with his smile then move off at great speed on all fours. Making him laugh was now my favorite pastime. I do believe Alia and Mylle felt ignored for the first month as Hamund became our joy and held our time. Angelica and I then made an effort to hollow out time for our lovers. Hamund then proceeded to bond with his adoptive aunts, endearing himself for life. Sometimes it was hard to tell whose child he truly was.

It was thought best that Alia and Mylle not join us for the trip to Douderson. Uri, as far as we knew, still had not accepted the two and we did not wish the problems it may cause. This was a visit to solidify the alliance and present Hamund to his other grandparents. Angelica was overly excited at the chance of seeing her parents, along with coming home with an heir in tow. To her, it was a victory of sorts. It pleased me to show Hamund to anyone who would look.

The night before we left, my mother took Hamund. She said it was because she would miss him and desired him for the night so he would not forget her. I thought it more her machinations for allowing us to be undisturbed the night before a long parting. It was a good thing either way. I did not enjoy leaving Alia behind. I was busy filling a satchel with documents for the trip when Angelica and Mylle hastily entered my room.

"The queen is coming," Mylle said with some trepidation.

"She does not seem pleased," Angelica added. I was at a loss. My mother had just retrieved Hamund and seemed in the best of moods. I turned toward them, both looking quite haggard.

"I am sure...." I started, then stopped, as the door opened and a goddess entered. Alia strolled in between Angelica's and Mylle's formal curtsies and bowed heads. She was wearing a sheer silk gown that hid nothing and boiled my blood. Atop her head, a wreath of white flowers had been woven into a crown. Mylle suppressed a giggle which brought a glare from Alia.

"Do you dare stand," Alia said with bearing. I smiled as I dropped to my knee.

"Forgive me, my Queen," I said humbly. Alia had enlisted aid in help for our play. I was most intrigued. Alia moved gracefully toward Angelica.

"This one has displeased me," Alia stated as she gestured toward Mylle, "she cannot hold her tongue." She bade Angelica rise. "You shall take her and spend the night teaching her courtly manners." Alia looked at me. "This one I shall chastise myself."

"At once, your Majesty," Angelica said, trying desperately to keep a straight face. She looked to me. "I fear for you, Sir. I have never seen her so wroth." Angelica collected the giggling Mylle and they exited quickly.

"If I have offended you, my Queen," I started an apology as I began to stand.

"I have not given you permission to rise!" Alia snapped. I returned to my knee, watching her body move toward me. I could see her breasts, the nipples teasing the silk as she walked. It was a most attractive wrapping. She was struggling to keep a straight face, and I was not helping by smiling.

"I have word you are leaving my service," Alia scolded. "Does your impertinence know no bounds?" I bowed my head lower and glanced at her naked feet poking out beyond the silk. I knew her weaknesses. I could break this game.

"'Tis only two months, my Queen," I said, "what can I do to make amends?" I leaned forward and kissed her toes.

"Now you have touched the royal personage without permission," Alia played, with hands on her hips, "I must think of a suitable...." Her words got lost as I lightly stroked below the ankle and just above the heel. It was a spot I had found long ago. My lips traced to the top of her foot. I could feel her losing her role.

"That is not fair, Cayden," Alia moaned as my lips started to climb her leg. The silk was falling about me, tickling my skin.

"This garment is not fair," I replied, "you have piqued my passion." I continued up her leg. I could smell her desire and it was adding to mine. "You have forgotten your underclothes again."

"You have ruined my game," Alia said, smiling.

"Do not be so tempting," I grinned, "I would last longer." On my knees, and under the silk, my lips kissed her flower. The lovely sounds she made warmed my ears. Her hands surrounded my head and she guided my tongue. The sweetness of her drove me on and I shamefully employed new teachings. Mylle had given me information about pleasuring a woman that I had not known. My hands found places they had not been before, my tongue moved differently.

"Oh, my Lord!" Alia gasped as my finger pushed slightly at her bum. I could hear her pleasure and feel her legs wobble as I persisted. Fingers found her entrance and traveled to a spot Mylle said was deep toward the front. Alia's legs began to give as she released my head to grab the bedpost, in hope to remain standing. I continued with all of myself, desiring nothing but her pleasure. Two month's worth in one night.

She lost all posture when her release came. I could feel it travel through her, her legs tightening strongly about my head. I continued as she spasmed and slowed when she did. It was a beautiful thing to do.

"That was..." Alia paused to take a breath, "quite lovely....and different...and lovely." I had to hold her up as I came up from under the silk. She wore a sated smile and glossy eyes. I held her in my arms as her breathing slowed. I admired the way her breasts showed, so delicate looking, behind the silk.

"I am in awe of this dress," I said honestly, "it is nothing, but it is everything." Alia smiled and pulled my arms tighter to her.

"'Tis your mother's doing," Alia laughed. "She thought you would want something to think about while you are gone." It was a queer feeling having one's mother dress one's mistress. I had truly assembled a strange family.

"'Tis the only thing I can think about now," I said, "it is like too much wine. I would send the kingdom to war to get you if you were not already mine." I had never thought a garment would exist that would improve my love's nakedness. I lifted Alia in my arms and carried her to the bed. I had the night and I intended to make the most of it.

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It was a grueling trip to Douderson. The weather was bad, the carriage was bumpy and Hamund was less than pleased to be cooped up for two weeks. He wanted out. I could ride with him for a while, but desire would soon have him trying to throw himself out of my arms and off the horse. He wanted to crawl and explore and I could not blame him. We would stop for meals or sleep. He was happiest then. We could play and he would explore in the grasses when it was not raining. Our retainers and guard would entertain him for short periods when we paused. Once we started up again, we were forced to imprison him in the carriage again.

Hamund was struggling to walk and had yet to grasp the balance of it. If he held my fingers he could take a few steps before collapsing and return to crawling. Angelica feared we were carrying him too much and forestalling development. The two weeks of travel would not let us relent.

Though our canvas was thick, the cold still ruined our sleep. Hamund, restless from a day in a small carriage, fought sleep like a soldier in battle. We both truly missed the respites Mylle and Alia would have given us, were we at home. Now, we were Hammond's only entertainment, and he demanded much. He was yet too young to understand a scolding and he had the right of it. It was not his fault we were dragging him across the countryside. Eventually, we would find sleep under many blankets, Hamund between us taking space meant for two.

It was a good day when we spied Douderson castle on the horizon. It meant a month of less tight confines. Hamund could explore, his grandparents could spoil him and Angelica and I could ease our cares. I saw a brightness in Angelica as we approached. I had forgotten this was once home to her. She was returning to her parents, proudly with a child. In her mind, it proved she was not broken and she desired all to know it.

I sighed when I saw the guard waiting for our arrival. It was to be a formal reception which begged much from my temperament. I wished only for a hot bath, a meal and, possibly, some uninterrupted sleep. It would all have to wait for a drawn-out public greeting.

Small children had their uses. They provided a font of love and smiles to their parents. And they had a way of shattering protocol. Hamund saw the keep and somehow knew the difficult travels were over. He struggled in my arms, smiling and reaching out with the intent to crawl on the stone floors. The queen, Angelica's mother, thought the movements were directed at her. She broke ranks and rushed to her grandson; Hamund obliged by falling into her arms, happy to see someone new. The king shrugged his shoulders and smiled.




The Marriage Ch. 05



"Welcome to Douderson," the king proclaimed and came forward to dote on Hamund. All ceremony ended as Angelica and her parents reunited. I noticed Uri was not present and thought it was for the best.

"He is lovely, Angelica," the queen said. Hamund was happily babbling to her, telling her, in his own way, about the horrible trip. It was strange to see the queen babble back and even the king attempted some meaningless drivel. They were infatuated at once. Angelica was beaming with pride which I enjoyed immensely.

"Come inside," the king offered, "you two can clean up while we get to know our grandson." The keep was older than Southerson's. It had many items along the walls that spoke of its old legacy. I was most impressed with the tapestries that showed battles from long ago. The main hall held portraits of past kings, too many to count in a quick view. Hamund let out a loud shout, happy to be inside. So many new things to see and explore. I could see his excitement as he tugged on the queen's collar and leaned, trying to find the floor. To my surprise, the queen lowered him. She straddled his moving form with her legs and followed lovingly. Hamund was thrilled to be let loose and moved with acuity.

"A strong will, this one," the queen laughed. The king laid his hand on my shoulder.

"You have done well," the king said proudly. My part in it was rather easy, but I accepted the praise none the same. "It is good to have you home," the king said, turning to Angelica, "to see you happy and a mother brings joy to my heart." Angelica began to tear up and folded herself into her father's arms. It was the homecoming she had hoped for. I was glad it was as she dreamed.

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The bath coated me in blissful warmth. I was alone for the first time in weeks, and there was little sound. No horses snuffing or carriage creaking, just the soft noise the water made when I jostled it. I closed my eyes, wondering carelessly if I would drown if I fell asleep. The way my muscles were losing their will to work, it would be a hard-fought battle to return to the surface. I smiled to myself and slowly stretched my back muscles this way and that, letting the water's heat cook off the weeks of travel.

"I was told you had arrived." Uri surprised me in my stupor. I did not wish a discussion with him while I was naked in a tub. He had a way of finding me at my most vulnerable. I decided not to turn to face him or even lift my head from the rim.

"We missed you at the greeting," I said without a care. Proprietary said he should have been there. For one so steeped in avoiding shame, he chose his causes unevenly.

"Lady Mylle," Uri pronounced the word lady with disdain, "was not with your party. She is, hopefully, no longer in favor?" I almost moved at that. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as he moved closer to the tub.

"The Lady Mylle is not your concern," I repeated smoothly what I said so long ago. I did not want to debate with Uri. I already knew his mind, and it did not agree with mine. There was a political connection and nothing more.

"Surely with a child, Angelica knows her womanhood now," Uri's expression was a mix of anger and ignorance. He truly knew nothing of his sister. I wished I could stand and look impressive as I spoke. Naked, I would have looked more the fool so I lay as calmly as I could.

"You and I need to only concern ourselves with the security of our kingdoms." I closed my eyes to try to look uninterested in his desires. "I will not question your home, and I wish the same from you." There was a brief silence, my eyes remained closed.

"My broken sister will always be my concern," Uri said stiffly. I heard him walk away. I swallowed comments that were better kept to myself. He had known it was time to leave, that further disagreement would lead to worse things. I rose and dried, he had succeeded in ruining my bath.

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 06



I found my way, with the help of some courteous retainers, to my room. It would take some time to get used to the twists and turns of the halls, not all running in straight lines. Our trunks had already arrived so I dug out something fairly clean, and went in search of my son. 

It was rare to find a king and queen crawling on a carpet. I found them in the library, chasing Hamund around on hands and knees. Hamund thought it great fun to escape behind a chair, and have Grandfather sneak around the other side to surprise him. I leaned against the doorway and watched, undetected. It was good to see my son so happy; it was a bonus that King and Queen found it just as pleasurable. 

A careful hand wrapped around my waist. I smiled as Angelica moved silently into me. I put my arm around her and kissed the red hair atop her head. It smelled of flowers, some scent from her own bath. We took in the scene, King and Queen still oblivious of our presence. Hamund's squeals of delight were music to my soul. Angelica looked up at me and I down at her. We kissed like lovers. It caught me by surprise to kiss my wife with passion. It was such a rare thing. A cough from the queen woke me to the present. 

"You two look better for a bath," the queen said, coming to her feet. Hamund saw Angelica and came at full speed. The king had to use the chair to help him stand. His knees were old even if his face had failed to show it. 

"It was most welcome, my Lady," I said, letting loose of Angelica so she could sweep Hamund into her arms. 

"You smell so wonderful," Angelica cooed to Hamund, "did you have a bath yourself." 

"He gave a bath," the queen laughed, "I was wetter than he when it was done. He did so love the water." She looked to Angelica, "You were no different - there is much of you in him." Stubbornness came to my mind, but I wisely kept it to myself. Hamund was happy to hang onto his mother as she moved toward the queen. I sensed a moment approaching, mother and daughter time. The king sensed it also. 

"What say we soak up some wine," the king offered me, "you can tell me of the road." He gestured toward the door, and I followed him out, nodding approval. I noticed his knees had still not returned to full operation. It was hard to see in such a strong man. We retired to the library.

"To Hamund," the king toasted after he had poured me a glass. 

"To Hamund," I repeated. I could think of nothing more appropriate. We drank and then sat by the fire. The king looked at his glass and swirled the wine. He looked about to say something, stopped, then came out with it. 

"Mylle and..." the king thought for a moment, " and Alia, that is her name?" I nodded. "They are still with you two." 

"One of the reasons your daughter and I are so happy," I said, nodding. "It is strange, I know. It works well though." 

"That kiss looked real," the king said. He had obviously decided to get things out now. It was better than letting them fester over the entire visit. 

"We have love for each other," I replied, "it is hard not to with Hamund between us. Still, it is different than what would be normal. Alia and Mylle are aware." I took a sip of my wine, and let him digest my words. His face went through a few expressions as he thought. He had decided something, and looked up to me and raised his glass again.

"To my daughter's happiness," the king toasted. I smiled and raised my glass, and we drank to Angelica. "I am an old man, and see things differently at the end of my years. I will not fault you or my daughter for finding happiness amidst duty. The queen already chastises me for over-thinking it," he smiled, thinking of some past private conversation, "I think she feared Angelica would be miserable the rest of her life. She always understood it all better than I."

"Uri has difficulty with it," I interjected. Since we were getting things out in the open, I felt it a good time to broach the subject. 

"No one better next to you in battle, that one," the king spoke proudly, "but hides none of his beliefs. I cannot change him, but I assure you duty will steer his ways. If the Lion calls, he will bring the Bear with claws bared." 

"He had thought I would change Angelica," I added, "he does not understand that nothing will change her. She is different, and will always be so. She would give her arm to have him understand this." 

"If I could find him a wife," the king smiled, "he would be too busy to bother with it. He needs his own heir to chase around." I tried not to laugh thinking of the large bearded Uri with a small child. It would change his perspective. "We have yet to find a suitable match. All getting more than giving, and no one even appealing to him yet."

"I find it surprising I am the topic," Uri stated as he entered the room, "there are more pressing concerns." The king did not jump as I did when Uri walked in. The way he kept finding me at ease and undoing it was grating. 

"Sit, Uri," the king commanded. It was not a request. Uri did nothing to indicate he would prefer not to. He simply sat as ordered. The king poured another glass of wine and handed it to his son. 

"We were speaking of your distaste for Cayden's marriage," the king spoke frankly.

"It is not the marriage I..." The king swiftly cut off Uri's response.

"We know what you dislike," the king continued, "you have made it quite clear. I had difficulty with it myself - as you well know. It is now Cayden who decides what is to be done about it. We either accept, or keep our silence." I was surprised at the king's power over Uri. In this room, it was obvious who ruled. 

"You will have my silence, for now," Uri stated. He did not seem defeated, only respectful of his father. The king grinned at his son. 

"Have you seen the boy?" the king asked. 

"Not as of yet," Uri stated, "I was working my way to it." I feared Uri was trying not to see his sister. It was an argument he would not win, but could not stop himself from having. Somewhere in him, there was the desire to not be ignorant, but it was buried under the idea of family shame. He seemed a harsh soul next to his father. 

"We can disagree, and not avoid each other," I offered. A truce seemed a first good step. He would be King some day, as would I. We should start putting this behind us. Uri tipped his glass and finished the wine in one swallow.

"I have drill in the morn, you will join me?" Uri offered back. I nodded. It was a first step, although a simple lunch would have sufficed. I suspected I was in for some sore muscles. Uri stood.

"I will see my nephew now," Uri stated as he walked off. I started to stand and follow, but the king indicated I should not. He waited until Uri was out of earshot.

"He will do better without you there," the king said, "my queen will draw a line if need be." I relaxed into the chair, and the king offered more wine. I accepted and we talked of mundane things. Mostly about the shenanigans of Hamund since that seemed to interest him most, and a subject I never tired of. 

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Angelica and I retired early that night. We had done nothing strenuous during the weeks of travel, but they took their toll anyway. We were looking forward to a night of sleep in a warm bed. Hamund had gone with the queen for the first night. He seemed quite content with his new grandparents. They doted on him, as expected, and he loved them for it. 

"Uri took to Hamund," Angelica said as she disrobed. "First thing, Hamund grabbed his beard and pulled. It was the first laugh I have heard out of my brother in years." 

"Your father told him to be silent about us," I added, dropping my trousers. I was trying to see if Uri had kept his word. 

"He was not kind or unkind to me," Angelica dropped her dress and then surprised me by removing her underclothes and crawling under the covers naked. "I could tell it stressed him to be near me without speaking his mind." 

"Mayhap, Hamund will have more luck with him," I said strongly, "I must spend the morning with him." I pulled off my shirt. "I will not keep my word to you if he calls you broken one more time." I stressed myself thinking about it again. As the morning grew nearer, my agreement to drill seemed more taxing.

"Yes, you will." Angelica ordered. "You will ignore his words and leave him to me." She lifted my side of the blankets. "Come." I dropped my underclothes and joined her. I was a little upset with her, reigning me in like that. It was her brother, but I was her husband. I turned away from her in a childish manner. It felt stupid to do so. It would have felt even worse to undo it. 

Angelica curved into me. I felt her breasts push into my back. I was not sure I could hold my anger in the middle of a cuddle. "Please do not fight with my brother," she pleaded softly, "I cannot undo hate." Angelica's hand caressed my chest as she whispered. Her lips found my neck, just below my ear. Only Alia knew what that did to me. 

"You are negotiating unfairly," I said, knowing I was being manipulated. I did not move though. 

"Alia has given me advice." I felt her smile on my neck. "I am to keep you relaxed. I have been told how." Her hand dropped slowly down my stomach. I almost jerked back at the surprise of her finding my manhood. I was not sure if I should let it continue. I was sure I wanted it to continue. 

"Remember what Alia looked like, that last night." Angelica was using her soft voice, the same voice she would use trying to soothe Hamund. "She was so excited about teasing you. She knew you would like the way it showed her to you." My wife was slowly stroking me, whispering about my mistress. There was something so wrong about it, but it was too wonderful to stop. 

"I saw the way you looked at her," Angelica continued, "your eyes watching her breasts through the cloth." Her hand was so soft and moving at a slow, even pace. I reached back, under her arm, and caressed her bottom. My eyes closed, and my head went into the clouds.

"I know you had her that night," Angelica was smiling into my neck. She was proud of the reaction she was giving me. "I could hear her through the door." My mind returned to that night, between Alia's legs. Her moans urging me on while her hands pulled me deeper. Angelica picked a good night to remember. Alia had been so soft and filled with passion. I was breathing hard as Angelica stroked harder. 

"She loves you so," my wife continued, "so much so, she told me you would need this. I am Alia's servant in this. It is her hand you feel, her breasts against your back, her lips in your ear." That was all my loins to could take. It came as a groan, and I expelled my seed onto the bed. Angelica drained my anger and every muscle lost its hold. My mind was back in the warm bath.

"Is that not better, my love?" Angelica asked. Her hand was moving very tenderly, almost lovingly, along my tired phallus. I could not think straight away. Our love was so strange, now so intimate, but strange none the same. Alia had encouraged this, our love strange there also. I had three women controlling me with love. I wanted to stand my ground, but feared it would end if I did so. I never wanted it to end. 

I rolled toward Angelica, ignoring the mess I had left on the bed. She was smiling, her smile of pride. I reached up and pushed her red hair behind her ear. Gods, she was beautiful.

"Was that pleasurable?" Angelica asked. She knew it was. It was the competitive part of her that wanted the acknowledgment. 

"Very, my love," I answered, "I feel I am missing meetings." Angelica's smile grew as I caressed behind her ear. "Am I the topic of scheming?" 

"You are the fulcrum, my love," Angelica replied, "we love you and wish you to be happy. Without you, we are all for naught." Surely, Angelica was as much a centerpiece as I. I traced my fingers down her side. I knew so little of my wife's body. 

"I am happy," I confirmed.

"And we shall keep you that way," Angelica returned, "we might even invite you to the secret meetings." I had to laugh. It was the way she said it, so deeply in charge. "Come, you should sleep. You two princes will want to prove things tomorrow. I suspect you will need your strength." Angelica curled into me, and we fell asleep in each other's warmth. 

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Storm was excited to be out and running. The long trip from Southerson was slow and tedious for a horse of his stature. The morn brought with it cavalry drills, and Storm bore me with pride. It was hard to hold him back, and keep the formed lines. It felt good to be in the saddle, the two of us working as one. 

The Bear trained hard. I learned new tactics, and decided to hold back my own knowledge for fear of seeming all knowing. It was best to absorb Uri's command, and not impress my own. I could feel our competition as he called a charge. It was a race between us and Storm desired to win. I had no desire to hold him back, so I urged him forward and gave him his head. Twice we overran the line, both Uri and I. We both knew it was foolish, we both wished the other would concede. The other men could see it, so neither of us would give. Mayhap in private, we would not have let it get out of hand. It was in a group of men that we let our disagreement fester. 

"Ironman!" one of the officers yelled. I looked over and thought it some kind of special maneuver. The shout was echoed by many, most looking at me. Uri smiled.

"As you will!" Uri shouted above the din. We rode hard back to the castle grounds. Ironman was no different than climbing the mountain. The selection was challenged-based as opposed to chance as done in Southerson. I feared the men wished to see Uri and me matched. Uri did not seem opposed to such an outcome. I could not decline without seeming the fool. Neither winning nor losing such a bout with Uri would hold benefit. Uri had let his pride loose, and I could not reign in mine. 

I was challenged by a foot soldier first. I could not decline so I engaged with the desire to end it quickly. He was a powerful man, but had sloppy sword work. I got inside his guard after only a few parries. He bowed in defeat after the flat of my blade rapped his chainmail, just below an exposed joint. A real battle would have rendered his sword arm useless. I bowed back, accepting the victory.

Uri had a similarly quick victory. His sword play was quick, and I had a hard time forecasting his moves. It would not be an easy fight if we ended up paired. I watched a few more matches, until the challenges dwindled. It came back to me, a victor, to choose another victor to challenge. I chose an officer who was skilled. I did not wish success in another easy bout. I was half thinking of letting it go here, losing and not moving on. My pride was fiercer than my diplomacy. 

The officer was relentless in his attack. His footwork created a stable platform to press his advantage. I accepted his attacks with parries and learned his patterns. He was skilled, but had little originality. It did not take long to envision his movements in advance. I used that knowledge as he came in for another assault. I parried and stepped to the side, away from his next move. He swung at air, and found himself off balance. I stepped forward and placed the flat of my sword on his shoulder. He laughed in good nature at his loss. I was glad for his humor; I did not relish disheartening the men I expect to come if I called. I made a show of a sore arm, letting him know he was hard to beat. In truth, his blocks did send a sting to my arm. 

The field of victors whittled down quickly. I had two more fairly easy matches. The opponents who challenged me were not highly skilled, one a bowman who fancied himself moving to sword. I was dismayed to see Uri was equally successful. In the end, it came down to us. I began to regret not losing to the officer as I stepped toward Uri. I expected a smile, and found only determination in his face. He meant to win, and extract a physical toll in the process. 

There was anger in Uri's swings. I felt them in my hands with each block. I was forced into useless counter attacks just to keep his momentum from overrunning me. My ire raised when he swung in such a way that a missed block could have caused severe injury, possibly a lost limb. I no longer felt the need to be diplomatic. He may have sworn himself to silence, but his blade was most vocal. I began to return with the same fury I was offered. There was no time to tire, only attack and parry. I was no longer holding my swings back, and lost my fear of doing harm. 

Every time we broke, I saw it in the surrounding men's faces. They knew this meant more than a match. Some had chosen to look away. Sweat began to make it hard to see as I drove forward, and was driven back in return. My muscles complained, but I was having none of it. Uri chose this, and I intended to finish it. 

When we broke from a particularly vicious set of attacks and counters, turning about each other, I saw Angelica above on a balcony. She had covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes glassy. It was then I saw the futility of my anger. No matter the outcome, she would feel the pain. Uri was a fool, and I had become his accomplice. This must end.

I stepped forward oddly, forcing my weight back to my heels. Uri saw it at once, thankfully, and pressed into me while dislodging my lead foot. I went down with little grace, and the tip of his sword found my throat. For a brief moment, I saw hatred in his eyes and feared I had given too much. "No!" I heard Angelica scream. It was her desperation that made Uri throw his sword to the side. He walked off as I stood, never allowing a polite end. The ranks were silent as I retrieved my sword. Uri had succeeded in lowering their opinion of us both, and I had helped him do it. 

"Your commander is fierce," I said, trying to add good humor to my voice, "there are few I have fought with his skills." My diplomacy was lost on them. The alliance had been harmed. 

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Angelica was shaking when I found her in our room. She was hugging Hamund tightly and rocking him back and forth. Hamund reached for me as I approached and I took him in my arm. He had felt his mother's fear. Angelica wrapped herself in my other arm. 

"I did not know it was hate," Angelica said, "it grows in him." I kissed her on the forehead, and tried to remain steady. She needed me to be her rock. "You will not let him win again. If it comes to it, I will not fault you." She looked up to me, her eyes telling me I was her family now. Her brother was now my concern, and I was to handle it my way. 

"I must undo this," I said strongly, "it was a foolish thing and risks too much." Uri would be king one day. This had to stop. 

The king was livid. Descriptions of our demonstration had flown through the court. It was not difficult to find them, the king's voice was echoing down hall from the library. I walked in, unannounced, just as the king was about to begin another tirade. Uri was sitting, brooding as his father berated his behavior. 

"It was mine as much as his, my Lord," I said stiffly. Uri's head jerked up, caught by surprise, something I did not expect from him. The king looked up at me, his face red with anger. He looked back at his son and I saw him purposely calm his demeanor. 

"Sit. Work it out," the king said, "it will be solved when I return or I will rethink the right of succession." Uri's eyes went wide. It was not a bluff that I could sense. It also was not done. I sat across from Uri. The king left and we both heard a loud clang in the hallway. I suspected the king just punched one of the shields hanging on the wall.

"It was foolish, what we did," I started. I tried for no emotion in my speech. Uri looked up at me. 

"I hate what you have let my sister become," Uri did not hold back any emotion. It did grow in him. I sighed and tried to let the strain in my shoulders fade.




The Marriage Ch. 06



"She has always been what she is," I said, "she always will be. It is not something that can be changed nor should you try." I was sure I was wasting my breath. It is nothing he has not heard before. 

"You could stop her shame," Uri retorted, "it angers me that you let it go on. What kind of husband allows it? What does that make you? Am I to think well of it?"

"You are to ignore it," I stated, "you are to choose what is best for those who are your concern. The alliance is best for your kingdom and mine."

"An alliance with a man who will not control his broken wife?" Uri queried with disgust. I stood.

"If you wish to shatter our kingdoms, speak that word again." I was ready. His hatred had boiled, and it was best to know now if there was no resolution. Uri waved his hand indicating I should sit. 

"No, I wish nothing of the kind," he repented, "my father's will is law, and I will abide by it. I retract the word and will not use it again." Strangely, he chuckled as I sat. "It was your surrender that angers me most." He knew I had given him the match. 

"I thought it best that it ended," I offered. 

"Mayhap, but we will never know now," Uri said solemnly, "you know my counsel about my sister. I will speak of it no more under my father's decree. I will hide my distaste, and we will be of like mind on security. That I can give you." It pained him greatly, but it was offered with truth. 

"We have done damage to your ranks," I said, "it must be repaired or rumor could do more." Uri tilted his head and looked at the ceiling. I could see his eyes moving along the seams between the rafters as he thought. 

"In three days' time there will be another drill," Uri explained, "you will lead the drill and teach some Southerson ways. I will learn, and the men will see we are not at odds." I nodded my head and stood. It seemed best to end it there so I started to leave. 

"A request?" Uri asked. I stopped, not turning around, hoping it was not something that would smolder in my mind. 

"Yes."

"I wish to spend time with Hamund." Uri sounded contrite. "I enjoy the boy, and will not let our arguments extend to him." I heard a quiver in his voice. Hamund, at least, meant something to him. Mayhap, Hamund would be the diplomat. 

"Of course," I responded. "You are his uncle," I added to remind him of his responsibility. I walked out without further conversation. 

When I had arrived back at the room, the queen was trying desperately to talk Angelica out of packing. 

"We are not leaving, my love," I said, trying to sound reasonable. I could see the queen holding back tears. 

"He almost struck you dead," Angelica exaggerated loudly. The queen picked up Hamund who was busy pulling the blanket off the bed. She hugged him close. I moved to Angelica and brought her into my arms. I could feel anger steaming in her muscles. 

"No," I said slowly, "he would not. We have settled things." I began to rock her in a small dance. "Two foolish men is all. It is over, and we cannot punish Hamund for it." The queen was smiling at my words. Hamund was struggling to get back to his blanket pulling. Angelica's muscles relaxed in mine. I felt her give herself to me, and let me make the decision. 

"I am sorry, Mother," Angelica said into my shoulder. She was helping me rock now.

"I am happy you are staying," the queen said, "I will take Hamund downstairs - we can meet when you are ready." I nodded to the queen as I danced slowly with my wife. It was not a good day, but at that moment it was pleasant. We were silent as we moved slowly together. We calmed each other, and slowly let the bad slide away. It was a long time before we headed down to find Hamund. 

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Angelica and I found Hamund swimming in the laughter of his grandparents in the library. He was sitting proudly, having done something they found wonderful. To our surprise, there was laughter from Uri as well. I would have preferred he was not present, but I had offered and I sensed the queen thought it a proper reunion to help move things forward. I sucked in my reservations as I was sure Angelica was doing as well. 

"Who is that?" the queen prompted, pointing at Uri, "Who is that?" I was a bit confused about what had transpired, and wondered what was so funny. 

"Uriiiii." It came out of Hamund as he pointed at Uri. Anger flared in me, but I hid it behind a smile. My boy's first word was Uri? It was the most evil form of injustice ever devised. Uri started laughing, which of course pleased Hamund greatly. Uri looked up, and only gave me a brief look. I assumed he knew what I was thinking. 

"I startled you today, my sister," Uri said apologetically, "I am sorry, it will not happen again." The queen looked hopefully at Angelica who could naught but accept it. The queen smiled at what looked like a resolution to a family squabble. Hamund came crawling at full speed toward me and begged to be lifted. I was happy to comply. At least he knew who loved him. 

"Uriiii." Hamund said as soon as he was in my arms. He then pointed at Uri. I was defeated in this, there was naught to do, but make a grand display about his first word. I joined the laughter while I held my proud son. He turned to Angelica, and repeated his first word while pointing at Uri. I assumed he thought he was teaching us. Angelica gave in, and swamped him with kisses. Of course, that just encouraged him more. At least, Uri looked better smiling than scowling.

The days passed in relative tranquility. Uri was neither kind nor unkind to us. To Hamund, he was a favorite uncle. I do not know why they took such a liking to each other, but Uri had a way of coaxing new words out of Hamund. Try as I might, it was Uri who Hamund mimicked when it came to words. It was infuriating, and, as a parent, I could not even complain. In time, I resolved to accept it as better for everyone. Yes, Hamund would be the diplomat. 

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The drill went exceedingly well. All accepted that Uri and I had had nothing but a temporary tiff. The alliance was strengthened by the Bear knowing some of the Lion's tactics. The rumors ceased, and security was once again assured. Reconciliation between Angelica and Uri was still a long way off. They only spoke through Hamund, and never to each other. It was to be expected since Uri still found her shameful, and she disliked him for it. Uri avoided dinner with us, which was for the best. We did not need to be friends to hold the alliance together. We each knew there was a warrior in the other. We would be content with that.

The night after the drill, Angelica was especially sweet. At dinner she spent time serving me, making sure my glass was never empty and asking if I wanted more of this or that. I enjoyed her attentions, but I was sure she wanted something. The queen had requested some musicians after the dessert. I was beginning to think Angelica was going to call me out to sing once again. I wondered if the king would second for me. The music started with a slow ballad and I was pleasantly surprised when a sweet voice, not my wife's, went into a musical tale about a hunter and his boy. Angelica took my hand and led me to the floor. We danced a couple's dance, slow movements, never separating hands. Our eyes stayed on one another's, my lips smiling on their own to match hers.

"I sense more scheming," I said humorously.

"I have a request, that is true, my love," Angelica said, her voice thick and sweet. I waited for it, but she did not continue. It caused me to laugh from the pressure of it. She was making me ask for it. I could be stubborn on many things, but this was too tempting. 

"My love, are you playing with me?" I asked as we stepped into each other, then backed apart again. 

"Yes," Angelica replied, smiling. We began a series of turns using our enclosed hands as the center. She was baiting me, refusing to let me know. Her red hair flared out as we spun a bit faster. 

"I will deny you almost nothing, my love," I said. Asking without asking was a good step before begging. My mind shifted between many imagined requests. None of which seemed to need this amount of subterfuge. 

"I do not doubt your love," Angelica maneuvered. Her smile was eating into me. If she were a man I would have drawn a sword already. Instead, I suffered in my ignorance.

"You will not ask me now?" I gave in with a sideways question. Angelica was winning this game, and I did not even know the rules. 

"No," Angelica laughed. We stepped into each other again, and she broke form for a quick kiss. We parted then came together, and she dodged my return kiss. I was most definitely losing this game. I surrendered with a laugh. Angelica smiled, ignored the music and spun us around at good pace. I loved her most when she was happy. Tonight she was most pleased. 

When the song ended, Angelica led me by my hand to her mother. 

"We are going to retire early," Angelica said. Mother and daughter shared a look. I again smelled a scheme, another meeting I was not invited to. 

"Hamund will spend the night with us, if that is alright, dear?" the queen requested. It was too rehearsed. 

"He will think it a treat, Mother," Angelica said brightly, "I will go gather him." Angelica retreated to retrieve Hamund who was being entertained by some retainers in an adjoining room. 

"I feel I am in the dark, my Lady," I said to the queen.

"Men always are, dear," the queen replied. She stood from her chair to address me. "I had hoped Angelica would have a tolerable marriage. I always knew how she thought, and prayed she would not be unhappy." She reached up and stroked my face. "You, my son, have made her more happy than I could have hoped for. I know the difficulties it has placed on you. Do know I am eternally grateful."

"Angelica has made me happy as well, my Lady" I replied softly, "it was fate that matched us." The queen smiled and kissed my cheek. 

Angelica approached with a blue-lipped Hamund. "Our son has found a love of berries," Angelica mused. It brought a laugh out of me that Hamund duplicated. His few teeth and tongue were just as blue. The queen relieved her daughter of the stained Hamund, and sent us on our way.

"What did Mother say?" Angelica asked as we moved toward our room.

"The queen told me I was a saint to tolerate your schemes," I joked, still hinting for the hidden request. Angelica smacked my arm, then rubbed the spot tenderly. "She thanked me for your happiness. I told her it worked both ways," I said truthfully. Angelica smiled and lifted up to kiss my cheek. We walked arm in arm to the room. 

"My curiosity is bursting," I said once we were alone. Her night's preparations had been successful at that. Angelica just smiled and walked toward the hearth. It was not especially cool, but she placed more wood that ignited quickly. 

"This thing I ask," Angelica said, not looking at me, "I wish you to think about it. If it is too much, I will not fault you." Now I was worried that it would be a difficult request. Mayhap I did not want to know.

"I am ready, my love" I lied.

"Alia is agreeable," Angelica qualified, "I would not ask it otherwise." More meetings I had missed. I would need the schedule in the future. I sat on the edge of the bed. Angelica stood from poking the fire and turned toward my silence. She walked toward me and stood between my legs. 

"I wish another child," Angelica said, her face serious. I was confused about the subterfuge. 

"I would not be against it," I replied, "Hamund is a joy, purple lips and all." Angelica smiled and I could tell that was not all. 

"I wish to start tonight," Angelica added. That was surprising, but also not something I would be against. I just looked at her, waiting for the rest. She was hesitant. 

"My love, tell me," I said.

"Mylle will not be here," Angelica looked away as she spoke, "I will need help." I could feel some shame from her. I did not like her feeling it. I stood and wrapped her in my arms.

"What kind of help," I whispered. 

"Mylle told you things for me," Angelica's voice cracked as she spoke, "like what Alia told me for you." I did not mean to, but I chuckled. Angelica did not take it well, and pushed me away. 

"No," I pleaded with a silly smile, "it is not your request I find humorous. I thought she told me for Alia's benefit." Angelica's eyes widened, then a sly smile formed.

"Did she benefit?" Angelica asked. 

"Most assuredly," I responded. Angelica covered her mouth when she laughed. "She said it was lovely."

"You did not find it offensive?" Angelica asked. I now knew what she had found so difficult. I pulled her back into my arms. 

"If it is what you desire, it is what pleases me," I replied. I pushed her back a bit. "Close your eyes, my love," I said softly, "I will try to be small and cute." Angelica closed her eyes, and held back her laugh. I was a full three hands taller than Mylle. Angelica would have to make pictures in her mind. I moved around her, slowly undoing her clothes, and kissing the newly-exposed skin. I tried to be slow and tender, what I could remember of Mylle and Angelica together. Angelica seemed to be enjoying the game, if not my touch. 

I laid Angelica on the bed when she was finally naked. To my mind it was going well. She seemed relaxed. I did not want to rush things and fail. It would hurt us both to not succeed. She smiled at me as I disrobed. I leaned down, kissed her eyes and reminded her to keep them closed. She did, but kept her smile. It was pleasurable to know I had her trust, and she feared naught. My eyes were pleased with her visage, lying there, her red hair sprawled about her wonderful smile. 

I began where habit led me. I took her foot and ran my hand tenderly along the sole to the spot below the ankle, the one Alia was so fond of. I saw no great reaction, women were different so I continued back up the sole, and received an almost imperceptible moan when my thumb rubbed the center of the front pad, just below the toes. I watched her sink further into the bed as I massaged the area. I kissed her big toe and lightly rubbed the spot with both thumbs. I was surprised when the other foot rose to the first. I was rewarded with a soft giggle when I rubbed both feet in the same spot. 

"You may do that forever," Angelica purred, her eyes still closed. My mind drifted, wondering if Mylle also had a special spot on her feet. I chased the thought away, and returned to my wife. I softly kissed my way from her ankle, to her knee and higher, along her thigh. I felt her muscles tighten as I neared her flower. I slowed to give her mind time to catch up, kissing my way back up to her knee and then switching to the other leg. She tightened once again as I neared my goal. I did not desire a rehash of our first night, not without Mylle there. I started to retreat again, but was halted when her fingers combed into my hair and pulled me forward.

I did not resist her direction. I moved as carefully as I dared until my lips sat at the top of her sex. I kissed her small hood softly, not wanting to go quickly. She was caressing her hands through my hair as I tentatively tasted her with my tongue. She flinched a little, but did not allow me to retreat. I brought my fingers forward, and wet them in my mouth. I closed my eyes and hoped Mylle spoke true. I trailed along her opening to her backside with a light pressure. She sucked in her breath.

"A daughter would be lovely," Angelica whispered more to herself. Her hips lifted slightly for me. "She would have your eyes, my love." she continued as I followed Mylle's plan as I had with Alia. I began to smell a heavenly musk, and tasted a sweetness. My desire grew as she reacted to me, and I began to be more passionately aggressive. "A baby girl. Hamund would love her," Angelica continued softly, her hands pulling me tighter between her legs. It was the desire of motherhood driving her. 

Angelica gently pulled up my head. "I am ready, my love." Her eyes were wide and excited. "Do you require me?" she asked as her eyes traveled down between my legs. 

"Your beauty was all I needed, my love," I replied as I rose above her. I was truly aroused at her desire. I knew I would never excite her as does Mylle, and it was the thought of a babe that drove her need. I also knew her love for me was not false. Nor mine for her. It was a warm thing, this strange marriage we shared. 

I entered Angelica slowly, with only slight resistance. I went until I was fully in, and paused to let her get used to me. She widened her legs farther, and pulled my face to her. Our eyes were inches apart. 

"I wish to see you when we make the baby," Angelica said. I found an intensity in her words. I began to move my hips, retreating and returning to her womb as my breathing increased. My eyes never leaving hers. I saw her focus travel between my eyes, and her smile increased with my breathing. I did not try to prolong, it was not for my enjoyment, though enjoy I would. I felt some sweat form on my forehead as I concentrated on deep strokes. She felt my readiness.

"We will make our baby now," Angelica whispered. My hips tightened at her words and I spilled into her. It was more pleasurable than I had intended, and continued for many heartbeats. My eyes glossed over, her face becoming fuzzy. I descended completely into her, and stayed to catch my breath. Her hands moved around me and hugged me close. We stayed that way for a long time, my head buried in her neck. 

I moved off her after I had fully recovered. She stayed close, wrapping her arm over the top of me as I lay on my back. I smiled as a thought entered my head.

"It could be another boy," I warned good-humoredly. Angelica kissed my cheek, and let a small laugh escape.

"I will have my daughter, " Angelica mused, "even if we must have an army of sons first." I added my laugh to that thought. I could also tell she meant it. I pushed my arm under her neck and pulled her head to my chest. I lay there running my fingers through her hair. It was a comfortable place the be. I looked up at the canopy above the bed and wondered if Alia was lonely. It saddened me a little to lay with another knowing she was alone. 

"Alia knows," Angelica said softly without moving.

"What?"

"I felt you leave me," Angelica said, her ear to my heart, "you worry about your love. I tell you I asked her, and she wishes me a daughter also." I smiled at the meeting I had missed. "She knows she will have your heart when we return. It is not a wrong thing we do." I mussed up her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"You know me well," I admitted.

"I am your wife," Angelica replied simply. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I dreamed of an army of boys with blue lips.

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We joined the royals to break our fast. Angelica wished to retrieve Hamund, her motherhood pressing hard on her heart. The queen looked to not have slept, her eyes were dark and her demeanor slowed. Hamund seemed well enough, and the queen gladly handed him over. 

"Did he not sleep?" Angelica asked with concern. She saw her mother's raggedness. 

"It was the berries," the queen chuckled, not worried with her fatigue. "It seems he ate much, and spent the night expelling them." The king smiled and shook his head. I do not think the queen's words did the night justice. "Hamund thought it great fun, making such a mess over and over."

"Oh, my poor boy." Angelica hugged him close. Hamund smiled at me over her shoulder. He seemed to survive the night with little trouble, either that, or he was happy to be in his mother's arms. "No more berries for you." She cooed as she rocked him. She was a loving mother. 

"And how did you sleep, Daughter?" the queen asked quizzically. I could see they had schemed to create last night. There were many meetings I was missing. 




The Marriage Ch. 06



"It was a lovely night, Mother," Angelica said, then leaned forward and lightly kissed her mother's cheek. The queen's eyes traveled to me and I felt my face redden. "We thank you for it," Angelica added. The queen brightened. 

"We shall do it again, then" the queen decided, "just no berries next time." I could see the image of another grandchild in her eyes. The king passed close by me on the way to the table. 

"'Tis that early grave I spoke about," the king whispered in good humor. I laughed and both women gave us a look. The king smiled, and I decided to keep my mind private. I, too, needed schemes to pretend to be equal. It was not much, but I could see Angelica wished to know. It gave me a small pleasure to hold the useless secret. It was a petty thing. 

Angelica and I went for a ride after we ate. It had been a while since we had just played together with no agenda. Uri had been cordial with us so we allowed him to care to for Hamund as we rode. Uri had taken quite a shine to our boy, and Hamund reciprocated with his "Uriiii" and outstretched arms. Obviously, Uri's distaste for us did not extend to Hamund, which we were most grateful for. I could see Uri would let no harm come to Hamund and had no reservations leaving Hamund with him. Angelica was thinking of holding our son back as some kind of brother-sister game of retribution. It was my turn to convince her otherwise, and I had succeeded.

We rode deep into the countryside. It was Angelica's desire to show me places that pleased her as she grew up. Storm and Sunrise were happy to be out, and we let them run to work off their excitement. I loved seeing the unbidden smile on Angelica's face when Sunrise reached her full stride. It was sad that Storm could only keep up for a short time, but I enjoyed watching her red hair bounce happily from behind. Unlike riding against Uri, Storm did not seem to have a desire to beat Sunrise. I could swear he took a liking to Sunrise's rear. 

I followed Angelica into a secluded grove, deep down an almost imperceptible path through a rather dense forest. There was barely enough room for us to pass mounted, but Angelica showed no lack of confidence that we could. When we emerged into a clearing, I heard the churning of a small waterfall. A creek ran through the clearing and water rushed over a waist-high boulder to drop into a small pond no more than four horses in width. The grasses were still green, and other boulders surrounded the pond waiting for us sit upon them. It was a very quiet and pretty place. Angelica turned and smiled to me as she dismounted. We wrapped our mounts' leads about a low branch, and they settled their muzzles into the grasses at their feet. 

Angelica took my hand and led me to a large rock and we sat together. "A nice place, this," I offered, enjoying the sun on my face. 

"I kissed Mylle the first time here," Angelica said. I could see the dreaminess in her eyes as she said it. "I did not know I was going to do it until it happened." A small smile formed on her lips. "We did not stop kissing after that. It is our place." 

"And you share it with me?" I asked. I suddenly felt out of place, as if I had sent Mylle away. 

"You will tell her I brought you here, my husband," Angelica said softly, "she cannot come, but your words will spark memories." Her grin grew. "She becomes excited at such things. It is most pleasing when she is excited." 

"We are scheming," I realized out loud. I had been invited to a meeting. 

"It is good scheming," Angelica said, looking at me, "our loves are worth such things."

"They are," I agreed. Thoughts of Alia entered my mind as I watched the water flow over the rock. It would have been nice to have her here, naked in the small pond. She would have ridden that stupid hag of a horse, and I would have let her. We could have swum the day away, making love in the sun. I heard a small laugh from Angelica.

"I can see when she is in your mind," Angelica said softly, "it is a pretty thing, your love for her."

"I am sorry," I apologized, "she is in my heart." I did not mean to drift away from Angelica. This was her time. 

"I will tell her," Angelica smiled, "we will excite them both." More scheming. I could not help but laugh. She paused for a moment then looked at me with a little blush on her cheeks. "That feet thing. What you did last night. You could mention that to Mylle too." I was laughing again when I kissed her. I was enjoying our meeting. 

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It was before midday when we returned. We would have ridden longer, but we did not want to leave Hamund with Uri too long. We went to retrieve him. Entering the library, we heard Uri boom out, "You have done it!" We found Uri kneeling on the ground, about three paces away from the kneeling Queen. He was lifting our excited boy above his head, obviously pleased with what had transpired. 

"What goes on?" Angelica called to her mother. The queen waved her close and bade her kneel. Uri turned Hamund about and placed him on his feet. Hamund's eyes went wide when he saw his mother. With utter concentration, two little bowlegged feet moved forward, and Uri released him. The smile on Angelica was immense as her son wobbled one foot in front of the other. Hamund seemed more surprised than I at his feat, but did not falter until he fell into his mother's arms. I realized I had been holding my breath. Hamund broke into a fit of laughter which was soon joined by all of us. 

Uri rose and looked at me, his face serious once more. "I leave you to it," he said as he exited the room. He would tolerate us for Hamund's sake. I was just happy he left. We exhausted Hamund, making him walk between us numerous times. It was a joyful experience, and made us proud, although I knew we would pay for it later with him becoming more mobile. It was strange that Uri had gotten him to speak and to walk. I disliked him even more for it. Mayhap, that is why he did it. 

Angelica and I attempted to conceive three more nights during our stay. There were many days in between each attempt where we just enjoyed each other's company and spoke of Alia and Mylle. We were sorely missing them by the time the visit came to an end. For Angelica, the task was getting easier. Her pleasure was in the conception, and our love had removed the fear she once held. I had thought it strange I could not get her to tremor the way I could Alia, but I resigned that it was solely Mylle's territory. The heart goes where it will. 

It was a clear morning, the day we started back to Southerson. The queen had tears which drove tears in Angelica. The king held his in check as he kissed his daughter goodbye. It would be years afore they saw each other again. Uri was absent, which I thought was rudely pleasing. 

We had come with a crawling babbler, and left with a walking boy who knew a dozen words. One of which was "Ady." We do not know where it came from, but it was the name he gave his grandmother. It pleased the queen greatly when Hamund waved from the coach and yelled, "Ady, Ady," as we moved off. It took a while for me to get Angelica to stop tearing. Hamund helped with his kisses. He, like I, hated to see his mother cry.

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The return trip was less problematic than the first. Only one day of bad weather, and Hamund was less troublesome. The strength in his legs made him more sure sitting astride Storm with my arm around his waist. Storm was given a new name, "Torm." If Angelica would have allowed, we would have ridden the whole way back together. She thought it best we did not bend his legs wide all day. She most likely had the truth of it, but Storm and I enjoyed his inquisitive looks as the world passed by. 

One night I had awoken in the dark to find Hamund missing. He slept between us, and I could not find him hidden in the blankets. I rose, only in my trousers, and left the canvas in a small panic. I was worried he was roaming the night and would find a hole or such. 

"Torm...torm," I heard near the makeshift stable. I found Hamund in the moonlight, pulling on Storm's foreleg and calling his name. I feared Storm would step on him unwittingly as I moved quickly to pull him away. Storm woke, but only nuzzled Hamund who reached up to be lifted as if the horse had arms. Storm never moved his foreleg as I rushed to my son's side. The panic subsided as I lifted him in my arms. Storm emitted a brief snort, seemly chastising me for not keeping eyes on my son. Hamund reached for Storm's back as if it was time to ride. 

"Storm is tired," I said in a calm voice. My heart was beginning to return to normal. "We will ride tomorrow, my son. Let Storm sleep now." Hamund seemed to accept it. He reached out and stroked Storm's back then grasped around my neck, his favorite way to ride in my arms. "You should wake me if you want to go out," I instructed hopelessly. I realized then, what my father felt the day I had run away. Hamund was only missing for mere moments, and my heart was aching. "Thank you," I sighed to Storm as I stroked his muzzle. 

"Where did you two go?" Angelica asked, sleepily, when we returned. 

"Hamund went out alone." I said without sounding alarmed for Hamund's sake. Angelica woke completely and reached for her son.

"You did not wake me?" Angelica said with some alarm. I smiled to soothe her. 

"I would have if he were not right outside," I told her, "he thought it would be a good time to go for a ride." 

"Torm ired," Hamund said as Angelica brought him close. Angelica looked at him strangely.

"Yes, Son. Storm is tired," I said for Angelica's benefit. I tied the canvas tight this time, and hoped it would at least stall him enough if he tried it again. I crawled back in bed. Hamund was playing with Angelica's hair. 

"You will wake me next time," Angelica warned me. I crawled over Hamund and kissed her. 

"Next time," I said as I laid down, and tried to get the idea of my son falling into a dark hole out of my mind. 

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We were all a little tired of the road by the time we saw the castle. "We are almost home," Angelica said to Hamund while pointing out the window of the carriage, "there it is; home." Hamund looked out, but was more interested in the deer that broke away into the trees. 

My father and mother were waiting as the carriage pulled into the main bailey. I stepped out, feeling relieved at the journey's end. I lifted Hamund out and set him on his feet. I had forgotten my parents had not seen him in two months. Hamund had not forgotten them. He walked up to their wide-eyed surprise and lifted his arms to my mother. 

"I ome," he announced. My mother's tears were evident as she lifted her grandson into her arms. 

"You are home, my sweet boy," my mother doted, "you have grown much and I have missed it." I could now barely think of him not walking. It was a grand surprise for my parents. My mother kissed my cheek, my father slapped my shoulder. Angelica received kisses. All in all it was a comfortable homecoming. It was my mother who sped my heart when she leaned to my ear. 

"I had a tub brought to your room," my mother whispered, "there is one there who would see you bathed." I looked toward Angelica who just smiled and nodded. "Go," my mother continued, "I will see to Hamund." I tried not to run. I suspect most thought I was in quick need of the privy. It was an endless set of moments before I was there. An angel with a smile was waiting. I ome. 

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 07



Author's note: Thank you for editing Tim413413. Two more chapters after this one. 

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The tub was a wonderfully tight fit for two. I was lying back, holding Alia between my legs, her back against my chest. My now-tired phallus was warmly squished between. I was slowly rewashing her breasts for the fourth time. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed my attentions. 

"I have missed you," I whispered, her ear just a finger away from my lips. 

"Mmmm," Alia replied. It was as if I had not left. We were back in each other's arms, comfortable and loving. I had made love to her quickly as was our need, then slowly. I intended again once my strength returned. I cupped my hand and brought some lukewarm water to her neck and let it run down her chest. She pulled my legs around her, and we lay like that with the water slowly cooling.

"I do not wish to leave you ever again," I added to my words. I felt her lips smile. 

"Did not your wife keep you happy, my love?" Alia asked. I could not lie to her.

"It is not that," I tried to explain, "it is being near you that I need. It is you who excites my heart."

"I thought I excited more than your heart," Alia joked. 

"I missed that too," I admitted. I pulled more water over her chest as her hands caressed my legs. "I do not like thinking of you alone without me."

"It was long, you being away, but I knew you would return," Alia said, "Mylle and I kept company while we waited for you both to return. It was grand when the lead riders arrived. Just knowing you were close sped my heart." I kissed her ear, the only skin I could reach in that position. 

"Hamund is walking well and knows a few words," I informed Alia. She turned as best she could in the confines of the tub. 

"What does he say?" Alia asked, her interest painted in her smile. 

"A few things he picked up, " I smiled, "Uri was his first word, and Uri taught him his first steps." I needed to tell someone who understood. Alia lost her smile, and caressed my face with pruney fingers.

"It does not matter how, it matters that it happened," Alia said. She knew it bothered me and shared my grief in it. No one knew me like she did. "Hamund is your son and will be walking tall and speaking strong. He will be your commander when you are King. It was his time to walk, so he did it. It could have been anyone there." She had the right of it. I was pleased she knew how I felt about it. The cloud over the issue began to fade now that it was shared. 

"You know I love you, my Lady," I said, acknowledging my need of her. I loved her smile, it was such a bright and airy thing. 

"Come," Alia said, rising, the water running down her skin in a most pleasing way. "I desire you in ways that would drown us here." Her words were like magic. I rose anew, my manhood awaking for the third time. 

*****

I met Angelica to break our fast as the sun was just rising. She had a radiance about her that could only have been a gift from Mylle. Her night went as well as mine. I kissed her cheek, and we entered the hall hand in hand. To my surprise, Balen and his wife were present with my parents. 

"Master Balen," I called with gladness, "it is good to see you." I had been planning a ride in the next few days just to see how he was getting on. 

"It is Sir Herdsman now," the king said smiling, "it is counsel day." Balen rose and gave me a short bow. His lady rose next to him. 

"Good morn, my Prince, my Princess," Balen said properly. His lady curtsied with a shy smile. 

"Counsel day? What have I missed?" I asked as we approached. 

"I began it while you were gone," the king said proudly, "your and your wife's forays into the villages have borne good fruit. I thought one day a month, we could allow the people a chance to express their interests here." It was a liberal idea from my father. So unlike him, but welcome none the same. 

"Sir Herdsman is the people's consul," the king continued, "he jostles the schedule, presents the most pertinent and weeds out the trivial. We have done it twice and find it beneficial to all. I gave him title due the duty."

"No one deserves it more, " I smiled as clasped I Balen's hand, "my good thoughts with you, Sir."

"You look well, Lady Herdsman," Angelica smiled as she kissed Balen's wife cheek. 

"It is good to have you two home again, my Lady," Kady said with a blush. She was not yet used to the court. It was good to see someone who did not take it lightly. 

"You will preside over the counsel," my father instructed, "it will be good for the people to get to know the next king." I was caught unaware by my father's trust. He was looking straight at me with no humor, just pride, in his eyes. 

"I will strive to honor the post, my Lord," I said formally. My father smiled and nodded. There would be no more discussion on it. We sat and had a pleasant meal, mostly fruit and bread. 

The counsel went well, I thought. Balen was efficient, though it took a large part of the day to get through the many grievances and requests. All the people seemed to respect the proceedings and my position in them. It was not taken harshly when I chose not to accede to a request, which I tried to do sparingly. Some requests were trivial enough that agreeing with them took no thought, and had no ramifications either way. I suspected some just wanted to know they had the crown's ear. I gave them that. 

I found out later that Balen had let some come with trivial requests simply because of their positions. The community held them in high esteem, and Balen did not want the crown to be seen ignoring them. He had a political mind, and saw the best interest of all. My father had made a good choice - Balen was truly born below his station. 

The winter brought with it grand news. I was to be a father for the second time. My mother was beside herself with happiness. She adored Hamund, and wished dearly for another grandchild to spoil. Angelica had little sickness this time, which pleased us all. I had hopes the delivery would be equally less taxing. Angelica seemed to have forgotten her first labors, although I could still hear her cries in my mind. 

As Angelica's belly grew, our strange family grew closer. It was not uncommon to find us together outside our suite of rooms. We were conscious that Angelica and I would always sit together, but we became more blatant about our closeness to Mylle and Alia. The court seemed to take it in stride, the two ladies being in favor with the princess. Hamund enjoyed his adoptive aunts. They were like two more doting parents to him. Alia thought him special beyond words and Mylle would play whatever he desired, which usually meant chasing him around and pretending she could not catch him. 

Mylle still held her ground in Tavia. I had won a few more matches, but not nearly as many as she. It had become my goal to beat her two matches in a row. I was sure her luck outshined my skill, but it felt petty to say it out loud. I was deep in a match with her, losing as usual, when I noticed her lack of conversation. Something was center in her mind, and it was not the game. It made the loss a bit more disheartening since she was beating me with little thought. 

"Do you think on a problem?" I asked as it was her turn, and she had yet to realize it. Mylle smiled, picked up the dice and rolled a pair of matching pips. 

"'Tis nothing," Mylle replied as she further solidified her impending victory. I sighed as I looked at the board. I rolled, and did not receive a matching set, so I moved as best I could. I thought about conceding, and then shoved it away. I would let her have her victory cleanly. 

"It does not seem like nothing," I added. 

"Just thoughts in my head," Mylle stated, "I do not wish to bother you with them. They are silly." She smiled and rolled. She moved two more of her pieces safely off the board. She only had six more to go, and I had yet to remove one. It was a race I could not win. 

"If they bother you, they bother me, my love," I said, looking sadly at the board. Two match wins in a row seemed like a high mountain to climb. Mylle absently rolled the dice and ran two more pieces off the board. 

"I do not wish to tell you," Mylle said. The words came out hesitantly. I feared I was pushing too hard so I stepped back. 

"'Tis your mind, my love," I said as I rolled a set of matching pips, sixes. The roll brought a smile to my face. At least I had a chance to move one of my pieces off the board. It was a meaningless need since it did not affect the outcome, but it felt good. Mylle silently rolled, and mindlessly moved off two more of her pieces. 

Her victory did not generate the smile I had expected. We parted with small words, and her shy promise to play again. Something was off, and it seemed to press on her. I found Angelica playing with Hamund. Hamund was interested in feeling the baby kick again. It had happened one night, Hamund was in Angelica's arms when the he felt it. It had become an obsession with him, to feel the baby again. It would bring him to laughter whenever it happened. Angelica thought it endearing, and encouraged his curiosity. 

"Mylle seemed thoughtful," I said as I kissed my wife. Hamund crawled into my arms as I sat. 

"How so?" Angelica asked, rubbing her belly. I think she liked being with child. Even with the backaches, this time she knew what to expect and enjoyed it. Hamund leaned far back, knowing I would hold him as he hung nearly upside down. He was not one for sitting still. I tickled his belly as his shirt rolled open, and he laughed as he tried to knock my hands away. 

"Something on her mind," I responded, "she was melancholy during our match. She did not wish to talk to me about it, though I felt it was me she did not want to talk with." 

"Ah," Angelica said, "it is nothing and will pass." I could see Angelica knew. I did not like secrets between us, any of us. Especially secrets I did not know. I also knew there were things I told other men that I would never wish repeated to Alia, Angelica or Mylle. I surmised that it was for women's ears and I left it alone. It did stay in my mind though. 

*****

Drill the next day was grueling work of my own making. My father had decided I should not continue to defer to Commander Kancraft. Boris agreed I should be more than a ceremonial commander. It was time and I was of age. I was also no fool. I met with Boris in private and asked him to help me set training. I overdid the schedule the first day, and we all paid in sore muscles and bruises. It was good to know the men would follow me in case the need arose, but I swore I would add more short rests in between training in the future. No need to kill everyone before a battle. 

I was headed to the bath, desiring a long soak. I was sure I would pay the price if I did not let my muscles loosen. I saw Mylle along the hall, and her eyes dropped away from me. It was almost like when we first met so long ago. 

"Good morn, my Lady," I said in pleasant voice. It was midday, if I had thought about it. 

"Good day, my Lord," Mylle said and scampered off. Something was not right, and it did not feel good to me. I spent my bath trying to figure out what was wrong. There was nothing I had said or done that should have affected her in such a way. Surely, Alia or Angelica would tell me if I had upset her. Mayhap it was not me she was upset with. It continued to vex me as I let my body absorb the heat of the water. 

I spent the rest of the day trying to come across Mylle without seeming overbearing. I was being avoided, and that was frightening. My family could not hold together under subterfuge. It was a fragile thing if one of us had decided to dislike another. It bothered me more that I was the one disliked. I broached the subject with Alia that night as we readied for bed. 

"Have I offended Mylle, my love?" I asked as I undid the stays on her dress. Alia seemed hesitant to answer. 

"No, not directly," Alia skirted the issue. Now she was not looking at me. I had done something, and I did not know what. 

"My love, I must know what disturbs Mylle, and now you," I insisted, "I feel it is festering and I do not wish it to continue." Alia sighed before she spoke. 

"She is strangely jealous," Alia replied, "it was something Angelica and I talked about and should not of, not in front of her. That is all." Alia was still looking away, and had stopped undressing. She moved to the hearth and made a show of stirring the embers. I sat on the bed.

"Jealous of what, my love?" I asked slowly. It seems I would have to pull it out, piece by piece. It was talk between women, but it was now affecting two hearts. 

"It is silly," Alia said, "I will talk with Mylle, and we will leave it at that." Alia stood from the fire and moved to her side of the bed. I could not remember the last time we started on opposite sides of the bed. Something was not silly. 

"It is not silly if it affects you, too," I stated, not turning to look at Alia. I felt her crawl into bed. Alone. I should have not seemed so insistent. I finished disrobing and entered the bed. I scooted close to Alia who strangely did not respond as usual. 

"I am sorry I pushed, my love," I whispered, "I will try to forget, but do not leave me alone over it." Alia turned quickly to me, her eyes in apology. 

"No, my love, " Alia said, as her hand lightly ran along my side, "I would never do that." She kissed me with reassurance. I had not offended her, mayhap caught her off guard. I tried to ignore the problem, but it festered deeply anyway. I planned not to bring it up again. It was Alia who continued. 

"She is...she feels left out," Alia tried hard to explain, "we did not think it would be so, but when Angelica and I talked about...well it was about your parts, and how they worked with ours." I was trying not to react. I had known they talked about it, I just was not sure how in-depth. Alia continued when I said nothing. "Mylle did not know the topic, and Angelica said something she should not have, and Mylle felt she should know," Alia was not breathing as she spoke rapidly, her hand moving back and forth, "and I said you would not, and Angelica laughed, and Mylle cried, and then Angelica cried, and now Mylle cannot look at you without wonder." Alia expelled a deep breath when she finished. I understood only half of what came out because she had spoken so fast. I must have looked as confused as I was.

"She thinks she should know how it all works for herself," Alia clarified. 

"Oh," was all I could come up with. It was not what I had envisioned when I foolishly desired an explanation. 

"Angelica and I will talk with her again, my love," Alia said softly, "it will run its course and die away." Mylle was embarrassed to be around me. It was only slightly better than me offending her, though I could fix offense easier.

"Now I will feel foolish around her," I revealed. It was in my mind now and it would take time to remove it. 

"I wished not to tell you," Alia stated, "it was just talk that went awry. Angelica thought we would be done with it by now. Now it grows in you." 

"I did not think she was interested in such things," I thought out loud. 

"You are the father of her love's child," Alia chuckled, "you title her 'my love,' and dote on that game of hers. She is not interested in men, but she is interested in you. It is in her to be jealous of Angelica and the babes you have given her." Alia shook her head from side to side, "It was how we talked that annoyed her, and set her mind that way." 

"I desire an end to it," I said, not wishing many days of avoiding Mylle. "We will talk to her, you and I. It will be exposed to the light and end more quickly." 

"Angelica will not like it," Alia warned, "it is best we leave it to her." 

"Then we shall ask her first," I said, confident in my thoughts, "we are either four or not. I do not wish our family to splinter over such things." I rose from the bed, and started to the door. 

"A robe, my love," Alia said as she rose for hers. I smiled at my slight. I returned for my robe and then, wisdom returning fully, I kissed Alia well.

"Thank you, my love," I said, "it was hard to tell me, I could see it." I took her, smiling at my kiss, by the hand toward the door. 

We found Angelica sitting naked on the bed like a bloated tea kettle. Behind her was Mylle who was acting as a loving cushion, her arms wrapped around Angelica's large belly. Angelica looked up at us, but made no move to cover herself. Mylle pulled a blanket over Angelica's lap. 

"It is late for a visit, my husband," Angelica indicated unperturbed. 

"I wish to talk if I may, my wife," I replied. I saw Angelica's eyes move to Alia; I did not follow them, knowing they would exchange things in a look I would not understand. 

"Tonight?" Angelica sighed. I could see she was comfortable, and I was going to disturb that. 

"It would be best, if you would agree." I offered her a way out. Equals I had said. I could see the color rising in Mylle's cheeks as she saw how the wind was blowing. Angelica leaned her head back and kissed Mylle's cheek.

"Sorry, my love," Angelica said sweetly, "my husband has words to say." Angelica shifted her bulk off the bed and pointed to her robe. I helped her into it. Mylle pulled the covers over herself, and stayed in bed. Angelica took Alia's hand. "We will check to see if Hamund sleeps well." I did not desire to do this alone, and looked at Alia for help. I received an apologetic smile - equals was what I said, and this was Angelica's compromise. I suppose the incident had already taken a toll on Angelica, and, if I wished it solved quickly, it would be my doing. I waited for the door to close before I sat on the end of the bed.

"Alia told me things she did not wish to say," I started, "I was worried about you, and pressed her. I thought I had offended you in some way, my love." I used the honorific on purpose. This cannot change things between us. 

"It was a shameful thing, my Lord," Mylle said, "I will forget it." I looked at her, a life of being chastised for loving Angelica now shamed by the desire to know what it is like with a man. Something did not sit right with the conversation. 

"I wish you to not forget," I said honestly, "I have no shame wondering about you in my mind." Mylle smiled at me, the first time in two days. 

"You have thought about it?" Mylle asked brightly. 

"Men do that," I chuckled, "it comes with our parts." Mylle sat up, the covers dropped to her lap exposing her small breasts. I tried not to be surprised on the outside. I had, of course, seen all of her before, but never alone. 

"Is it the same way you think of Angelica?" Mylle asked with interest. I was in deeper water than I realized. I had no desire to be an arbitrator of some kind of contest in her head. I fell back to the story of Angelica's arrival. 

"The first time I saw your love, we were being presented to each other," I lay back on my elbow as I continued, "I had thought she would have the face of a frog and a witch's disposition." Mylle smiled openly. "I saw at once that she was beautiful, but when I looked in her eyes, I saw her dislike of me. It could have been anyone standing before her, it was you she had in her mind, but all I saw was distaste. No, I did not think of her that way when we first met." I chuckled again, "I feared for my happiness then." Mylle joined in my laugh. At least we were talking again. 

"When did it change?" Mylle asked. 

"Well, we went riding about the countryside and learned about each other," I replied, "we became friends. Then the manly thoughts crept up on me. It was not all of a sudden." 

"Do you enjoy copulating with Angelica as much as Alia?" Mylle asked with no reservations. Her frankness was making my mind jump around, and I fumbled for a response. 




The Marriage Ch. 07



"Ah... It is different." I drew out the answer while trying to think. I settled on the truth. "Being with Angelica is not unpleasurable," I stated carefully, "do know that no one will ever compare to Alia in my mind. It is not something that can be fairly compared." I was happy with my answer, the best I could do at a moment's notice.

"So, it is Alia, then Angelica, then me," Mylle said confidently. My heart sank. I should have left this to Angelica. I could see now why they did not want to tell me. 

"No, no, oh no, my love," I said as I maneuvered to her side and pulled her into my arms. "I do not make choices like that. I will never make choices like that." I had failed and tried desperately to recover. I did not know how to get those ideas out of her head. 

"I do not feel the same," Mylle whispered from my shoulder, "I wish you to have me so I am the same." I had gotten no where. Mayhap, I had made matters worse. She saw me as the key to her position in our strange world. Angelica and Alia returned to find us in each other's arms, my desperate eyes pleading for help. 

Angelica shifted onto the bed, her belly entering last. She did her best to cuddle against Mylle, though I could see the position was not comfortable with her added girth. 

"My love, you are important to us and so special to me," Angelica whispered, "there is no need for your worry. I was wrong to make light of it." I felt Alia move onto the bed and shift behind me. She kissed my neck as her contours merged with mine. She knew I had failed, but loved me for trying. 

"So you would stop me." Mylle stated. I could hear her pain. She pulled closer to me, away from Angelica. I had truly made matters worse.

"It is not a question of that," Angelica begged, "I must produce heirs. That is the heart of it."

Mylle turned her head toward Angelica. I could see the tears.

"He did not make me feel womanly," Mylle countered, "you said such words. You talked as if I were... broken." Angelica started crying. Mylle turned back and buried her head in my shoulder. 

"I would not stop you, my love," Angelica pleaded, "it was only words. I would take them back if you let me." Mylle refused to turn back to Angelica. My wife's tearful eyes were desperately looking at me. 

"I will allow it," Alia whispered softly in my ear. I turned back to my love's eyes and saw she desired an end to it. She had given in to this marriage and had tolerated much. I kissed her and felt her love travel to me. It would be one more thing I did to her. This strange family demanded much from her. 

"I will have you," I whispered to Mylle. I was not confident in my tone. 

"I will not stop it," Angelica whispered desperately. Mylle turned to Angelica, holding back the tears.

"We will be the same then," Mylle reasoned. It was not Alia she feared. It was Angelica drifting away. The babes, my attentions and the unknowing talk all created doubt in her. She was losing touch with her love in her mind. She needed to be a stronger part of us.

"You are no different now," I said softly as I caressed her face, "she is just fatter." It had been a long time since Angelica had hit me. This time I could feel a bruise growing in my shoulder. Alia and Mylle thought it funny. At least the crying had slowed. 

I felt Mylle's hand reach into my robe. She meant to do it at that moment. "You are not ready," she said, surprised, "I have shown you my breasts. Are they not big enough?" Alia suppressed a laugh, and Angelica was shaking her head silently, trying to signal me not to agree. 

"It was the tears," I said, "your breasts are quite beautiful." 

"What do you say to him," Mylle asked Alia, "to get him ready?" Mylle had changed directions completely. No more crying, just some kind of race to get me going. I felt the pressure mounting which was doing no good at all. Alia leaned toward my ear.

"No, I must do it," Mylle laughed, blocking my ear from Alia's lips. Alia smiled and sat back. 

"I will not tell you, you have to figure it out yourself," Alia said stubbornly. Mylle pouted for a moment then turned toward Angelica. 

"He likes when I love you," Mylle said as her lips neared Angelica's. It was wonderfully strange, the petite Mylle kissing Angelica while leaning over her large belly. Angelica seemed pleased that the trauma seemed over, and gave her mouth to her lover. Mylle's small chest rubbed against Angelica's large birthing breasts. My eyes found it most pleasing. 

"I do believe it is working," Alia said from behind me. I turned and saw her sly smile. She knew me too well. Mylle stopped and checked her progress with a smile. I sucked in my breath, not expecting such a firm grasp. 

"You like when we kiss," Mylle said slowly, not releasing her grip. Something sparked in her mind and she leaned to my ear. "I could kiss her everywhere for you," she whispered, "I will kiss her breasts and down her belly," I throbbed at her voice which pleased her, "I have kissed her where you have been. Like, how I had told you afore." She kissed my ear, reminding me of her words prior to Southerson. My manhood was no longer shy at this point. I needed no more help, but she continued in her success, "Have you seen her tremble. I could make her shout for you. I between her legs, and her pulling my hair." 

"That is enough," I smiled, moving my ear away, "you will waste me before we begin." Mylle sat up impressed with herself. She rolled me on my back and opened my robe. Her triumph was quite apparent. Alia laughed. 

"What about you?" I asked. Mylle smiled and straddled my stomach. She leaned forward, her taut nipples scraping my chest. Her lips found my ear again.

"I liked the telling," Mylle whispered, "I liked that you liked it. I liked kissing my love. I am ready." I ran my hands down to her waist. I could see Alia out the side of my eyes. She was watching with no expression of dislike. Her eyes found mine and she smiled. It relieved my heart to see the smile. This would not wear on us. 

"You will do this," I told Mylle as I lifted her hips up. She was lighter than I had expected.

"Slowly, my love," Angelica said. I looked over at concerned eyes. It was a strange thing, this family. I looked back at Mylle who was waiting for my attention.

"Ready?" Mylle asked. I looked at only her. It was for her this would happen. She moved her hips over my phallus as I nodded my head. She tried a few times to align us, and then reached for my member and guided me to her entrance. She looked down between her legs, my crown waiting to disappear. I had a desire to thrust upwards, but willed it away. I waited for her. 

Mylle lowered a small bit, and let go of me. Her eyes closed and she waited there. I was barely in, and could feel her tightness. Mylle took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked at me intently and then lowered further and stopped again. There was no pain in her face, though I suspect there was some. I caressed her hips slowly, letting her know I was not going anywhere. She could take as long as she liked. 

Mylle found my eyes again and suddenly lowered herself a good bit. I saw her teeth clenched for a brief moment then her face relaxed again. Her insides were gripping me hard with a powerful heat. Whatever had slowed her in the beginning was gone as she lowered herself slowly down the rest of my length. She rested there, fully impaled, on my hips. 

"I have done it," Mylle informed me. My phallus jerked of its own accord. I felt her muscles squeeze me, and it jerked again which brought a smile to her face. 

"It is so full, as you say," Mylle said to Angelica. "When does it release?" she asked. I was surprised she did not see the pleasure in it. It seemed scholarly to her.

"It will not inside you. Not without the lily root to avoid a child." Alia hastened an answer. I was beginning to feel like a child's toy with comments moving like I was not there. "Once his pleasure is high, you must not stay." 

"When is that?" Mylle asked. Alia leaned over and whispered something to Mylle. I saw a smile grow on her face. Alia leaned back again. 

"You cannot have secrets," I demanded, "I am right here." Mylle rose up on my manhood slowly and then descended, all while watching my eyes and ignoring my request. She began a rhythm, slow and steady, her breasts moving slightly with the movement. I could feel the pleasure rising, her tightness taunting me. 

"Does this please you?" Mylle asked, though she could see the answer on my face. Her eyes traveled to Angelica to share some strange humor with her. I grunted a bit as her strokes became more aggressive. 

"Yes," I answered, not wishing to say more. Her hands dropped to my chest, bringing her eyes closer to mine. With her weight forward, her small hips began to move quicker. She was intently watching me as she began to grind on me. I could feel her insides grabbing and letting go, creating more pleasure in me. I hoped she had experienced enough to satisfy her mind. I was unable to stand much more, she was too cutely energetic. I was about to stop her when she suddenly rose off me, leaving me wanting, and sat upon my thighs.

"You are right," Mylle smiled to Alia, "his eyes go small. It is an easy sign." I looked desperately at Alia who was covering a smile with her hand. She knew how this left me. Mylle was proud of her efforts, and seemed satisfied with the experience. Her expression changed when she saw mine. 

"You did not like it?" Mylle asked. I could see her confidence waning. I was gritting my teeth, trying to take the edge off my desire. Alia had turned away, trying not to laugh loudly. Mylle may have a deep knowing of Angelica, but she had little idea of a man's needs. 

"He did not finish," Angelica said for me, "he looks to burst." I sighed and nodded. It seemed easier than speaking, as backed up as I was. "You may end it with your hand, he will like that," she instructed. I was about to tell Mylle it was not necessary, the need was dropping when she confidently wrapped two warm hands around me. The need rose quickly, and I sucked in my breath. Mylle's smile returned as my loins strained.

"Like this?" Mylle asked as she held me tightly and began to stroke me up and down. I was going to tell her it was too tight, but my parts did not care as much as my mind. All I saw was her happy smile and those small breasts as the pleasure erupted. My groan was loud to my ears, but she did not stop. I released three times before my muscles relaxed, and Mylle let go. We were a mess, her front and my stomach. 

"Oh, men are messy," Mylle said, smiling as she examined her chest, "does it feel better?" 

"Much," I answered, trying to slow my heart. Alia let her laugh loose. I was happy it was not tears. "You have done well, my love," I added, trying to ignore Alia's fun at all this. I would be hearing about it for many nights as it was. 

"Are we better now, my love?" Angelica asked Mylle weakly. I could hear a little desperation in her voice. 

"Yes," Mylle answered. She leaned down to me and kissed my lips as a lover. "I thank you, my love," she said to me, "I will not ask it of you again." I reached up and caressed her face. Her smile brought me joy. 

"May I have my man back?" Alia asked with good humor. Mylle surprised me by rising up, and kissing Alia on the lips as she had kissed me. 

"I thank you, my love," Mylle repeated to Alia, "I will not ask it of you again." 

Alia smiled at her. "I am glad you now know, my love" Alia returned. It was more intimate than I would have thought, between those two. 

Mylle moved to the wash basin and dipped a towel in the water. Instead of washing herself, she returned, and handed the towel to Alia. Alia, without thinking, began to clean me while Mylle returned to the basin to clean herself. It was over, and I was back in Alia's care. Exactly where my heart told me to be.

I awoke the next morning, an human pillow once again. We had stayed the night all together as we had in the past. It seemed fitting after all we had been through. Alia was nested in the crook of my arm, her legs over mine. Mylle was pushed up against my other side, seemly content with what had transpired. Angelica, again, owned half the bed, her large belly lifting the blankets high. She was breathing slowly and deeply, almost a snore. She was forced to her back by how she carried the child. I wondered then, if it were a boy or girl. I closed my eyes and tried to remain still so as not to disturb the comfortable sleepers. I was sweaty and happy, a strange mix. 

*****

Liliana was born eight days later. A daughter who would rule my life. Hamund was jealous immediately, wondering why his mother gave him second attention. It faded as I spent more time with him. We rode daily, I talked about how we must care for Liliana. Hamund could now stay on Storm without my arm around him. He would grab the saddle, and I would walk Storm who now had an 'S' in his name. 

Liliana had her mother's red hair, unlike Hamund's and my dusty brown. If she could speak and demanded the kingdom, I would have given it to her there and then. She melted my heart the first time I saw her in Angelica's arms. My mother thought it a grand thing and personally doted on Angelica. I do believe my mother may have wished I was a girl. It was a very good time for our strange family. 

We were all closer than ever in the past. Mayhap too close. I had heard things that men said during drill. Nothing I could stifle out of hand, but words that bordered on knowledge. I was not even sure it referenced my family. I had overheard the word harem used more than once, but could not tie it directly to my situation. It was men talking and they say much when women are not about. I decided to ignore it unless it became blatant and obvious. 

A few times words had slipped in court or at a meal. 'My love' accidentally replaced 'my lord' or 'my lady.' It was said quickly and hopefully not loud enough to attract undue attention. Others slip in speech, and it could be put to that. We chose to believe it was ignored. 

It was Lucius who first told me of the surfacing rumors. With Hamund now eight winters old and Liliana six, my strange family was set it in ways. We rode together, ate together and spent time as if we were one; which we were. Both Alia and Mylle had discouraged potential suitors over the years, and it brought thoughts to the court's idle minds.

"I have been asked the truth of them, my Lord," Lucius reported after explaining that rumors were running about. Some thought Alia and Mylle were strangely close. Others thought it was Mylle and me, and some were dangerously close to the truth.

"And how did you answer?" I stopped dressing to hear his response.

"I denied them and was insulted they queried," Lucius responded, "they are getting bolder and may query others. It will not come from my lips." 

"You have my honor in your hands, Lucius," I said with a smile, "I trust no one more." 

Lucius looked at me. "More know than you think, my Lord," Lucius warned, "they keep silent for your sake and the princess. Unlike mine, some minds can change in time." I sat down at his words. I thought how my family had slowly become more flagrant in view of others. It had grown on us, I wondered if it could grow on the court. They would make it a comedy, then let it go in time. It was the politics outside the castle that could ruin us. Our own people, the alliance and trade negotiations could feel the brunt. A stained honor could damage us deeply. 

It was then a runner appeared and entered without warning. "I am sorry, my Lord. It is the king." The man was breathing hard. "He has collapsed. The queen has sent me for you. You must hurry." I ran.

I could see it in my mother's face. I was too late. My throat constricted as I saw my father, lying peacefully in bed. To all the world, asleep. All I could have said, I had not. All I could have done, I had not. He had not gotten old enough or I aged a day since I had run away over a broken vase. My chest felt tight as I stood staring at my anchor casting my life adrift. 

"You are King, my Lord," my mother stuttered as she lowered herself in curtsy. I reached for her as she continued to the floor, her eyes spilling tears. I met her there on my knees, pulling her to me. I had seen her once before weak, when I shattered her over Alia. Neither she nor I could repair this pain. King or not, I cried in her arms.

If it were not for Hamund and Liliana, the kingdom would have fallen to ruin. Their presence forced me to bear the weight of the loss. Grief will not suffer the sight of children. I watched them cry, not understanding where their grandfather had gone. My mother, who would speak to no one else, swallowed them up, and chased their fears away. She was strong for them, weak for me and nonexistent to others. The queen had lost her love. To her, the world was mostly dark. 

That night, Alia and I were joined by Angelica and Mylle. It had been years since we had all slept together. In truth, I had missed it. In truth, that night, I needed it. Grief will also not suffer love in great numbers. We held each other through the night. Sleep did not find me quickly, my mind wracked over my loss. 

"He had known his grandson and granddaughter, my love," Mylle whispered to me, "you gave him much joy knowing his legacy was intact." I combed my fingers through her hair, wondering when she had begun to know me so well."

"He did love them so," I said to her. 

"He loved you also," Angelica added, "he was proud of you; he had told me so." I was unaware of that. My father and I had not spent much time doting over each other. 

"He made me promise that I would take care with your heart, " Alia said, "it was precious to him. He made me his ward to see to it." Alia began to tear up, "He loved you so." I was warmed by their words. I tended to only remember the ways I had disappointed him. It was not a good way think. 

"I will not be as good a king as he," I said, "we are weakened by his loss. Angelica, you must question everything I do. I do not want to fail him." Angelica moved closer to me.

"We will not fail him, my love" Angelica said, kissing me, "you have his mind, and I have my father's. Between us both, the kingdom will thrive. One day, Hamund will stand proudly in your place as you are standing in your father's." The thought of King Hamund brought a small smile to my lips. I wondered if my father had felt the same about me. He must have. 

I woke a sweaty pillow the next morning. I had not slept much, but it mattered little. The four of us were tangled well, even Angelica was lying atop my legs. It soothed me, to have them all there. My eyes opened to Alia's, our faces a hand's width apart. She had been watching me sleep. 

"Good morn, my love," she whispered as my focus returned. It was good to see her face first thing. Her soft eyes were inviting, though grief had sapped the desire in me. 

"I love you," I whispered. It seemed important to say. Life may end, and leave it unsaid otherwise. I saw a tear in her eye.

"And I, you," she returned. Her lips found mine. I felt better with it said. 

"I must rise," I said, "the first time without a father. The kingdom must see me." 

"I will help you, my King," Alia said softly as she untangled and rose. She held out her hand, which I took, and pulled me out of the bed, waking Mylle in the process. Mylle moved down to Angelica and kissed her awake.

"The King will require his Queen, my love," Mylle said softly. Angelica smiled to her and rose, helping Mylle out of the bed. It would be a sad day, a day of funeral preparations. Riders had to be sent, the family tomb opened and the grieving to continue. 

I went first to my mother. She was cloistered in her room, refusing to answer the door. I returned later with Hamund, whose request was answered quickly. I could tell she had slept little or none at all. She was still in her bedclothes even though the sun was already well above the wall. Hamund ran to her, and she wrapped him in her arms. I followed more slowly, letting her feel his love. 




The Marriage Ch. 07



"Good morn, my King," my mother said with half a smile. There was so much sadness in her eyes. I waited a moment, watching her smother Hamund. 

"I love you, Mother," I said softly. Her tears began anew. She waved me into her arms. Hamund and I stayed with her until her composure returned. She stood after a while, kissing Hamund, then me.

"Leave me to dress, my love," my mother told me, "I will be out soon. We will begin then." I nodded and took Hamund's hand. King and Prince left the Queen Mother to prepare herself. 

I found Angelica in the meeting room with Liliana who was in tears. She ran to me, jumped into the my arms and buried her face in my neck. Angelica had made her understand what her grandfather dying meant. She was sure it meant sleeping when it was explained last night. I held her as she cried, begging me to tell her it was wrong. I could not, so my heart broke again. I would not see her smile today. 

The funeral was long. The procession to the tomb was lined with crowds from around the kingdom which warmed my heart. They looked genuinely grieved which spoke well of my father's reign. Angelica and I led, my mother followed. The ceremony had a sense of permanence that did not set well with me. I, like Liliana, secretly wished him to be sleeping. "Bodies give out," the chirurgeon had said as if that explained it all. 

When the tomb was resealed, an era ended. Never would his face see the sun again. I was King in more than name, but I did not feel ready. The official coronation was handled quickly as was necessary for stability. I sent riders to Douderson, my father's words would live in me. The alliance would be held in my heart as it was in his. 

*****

At thirteen winters, Hamund became more than a son. The change was gradual, but was apparent as we rode together. He on a brown horse slightly too large for him that he had named Shadow. I had wished him a smaller mount, but had given him choice and he was overbold. I was not going to gainsay him, and desired he learn from his decisions. It was I who learned that Hamund had a stubborn streak, and Shadow bowed to it. 

I rode Thunder, a proud descendant of Storm. He did not have Storm's patience, but had more will if it came to battle. Hamund and I rode hard. I could see his mother's joy in him. The desire to be free in the wind. 

I had given Hamund a sword after my father's death. It gave him something to work on, to not think of my father's passing at all times. In homage to my father, I had the vases placed out of the way as Hamund learned. We sparred in play daily. I feared when his height and weight caught up to his skill, I would be a weak match for him. It mattered little, for I would retire as Commander and hand it to him that day. I saw, in him, much of the king I had buried 

"I wish to drill, Father," Hamund announced as we walked our mounts to give them a rest after a good run. I smiled at his mind trying to grow faster than his body. 

"You feel you are ready?" I asked, knowing the answer before I spoke. There was little he thought he could not do. 

"I must be ready," Hamund answered seriously, "Mother has told me to learn. I wish to ease your burden one day. To do so, I must know how." The youngest we had ever allowed to join had three more winters in them. I could have told him to wait, but I heard that Douderson stubbornness leak into his words. 

"Uncle Uri was eleven when he began," Hamund added to his argument. Uri had visited as emissary a few times. As was his word, he tolerated my strange family in words and deeds. His eyes always held shards of shame, but his father's words kept him quiet. To Hamund, he was a warrior of the highest order. They bonded more on each visit, and I did not discourage it. Uri treated him as his own, and I never saw him leak his distaste of us onto the boy. I made it a point to not let my own feelings cloud Hamund. 

"He is a strong swordsman," I said, remembering my bout with Uri so many years ago. Hamund smiled, thinking he was swaying me. I had already decided, but I let him think I needed more time. It was pleasurable to watch his mind work. 

"Yes, and it would be good to have the men get to know me," Hamund continued excitedly. I enjoyed how old he thought he was. I could work him into the drill easily enough. Pair him with the newcomers, and let him grow into his future role. 

"Do you think the men might lose heart when they see your skill," I jested with a serious face. I expected a youthful answer filled with boast.

"If you feel me too young," Hamund said, his eyes lowered, "I will wait." He had read too much into my jest. I had not meant to discourage.

"Yes, you are too young," I said strongly, "but you are a prince and I a king. We must grow faster than others. I will expect you on the field in two days. Know you will be sore, and wishing you waited yourself when it is done." I added a prideful smile to my words. Hamund's face lit up. It was as if I had given him the world. I knew there would be times he would regret the decision. I also knew he would never let me know of it. 

"We will be stronger for it," Hamund said proudly. His mind was truly older than his body. We mounted and rode back to the castle together. He seemed to ride taller, Shadow not looking as large as before. 

Liliana met us at the stables. Her dress, immaculate as always, did not match the surroundings. With four doting women, counting my mother, Liliana was as prim and proper as could be devised. She walked and talked as a Queen and controlled me in ways that should be too subtle for one so young. 

"Mother is crying," Liliana said as we stabled the horses," she will not tell me why. Lady Mylle sent me to gather you." I could see the concern in her eyes. 

"We will go at once, my love," I said as I lifted her dainty feet from the dirt. She was still light as a feather, and did not yet mind me carrying her. I knew the day would come when she would no longer allow it. I was not looking forward to it. I liked her being my little angel. 

I moved quickly, Hamund moving ahead of us, opening the doors. We entered Angelica's room to find her embracing Mylle in tears. I put Liliana down and moved quickly to her side. Mylle pointed to an open letter that lay on the floor. I picked it up and read, my heart dropping at each word. 

Angelica's father had died of a sickness. Uri was King. Neither was an outcome I desired.

"Hamund, my son," I called, "please tell your grandmother we wish to see her here." Hamund took off at a run. Liliana had never met Angelica's father, and Hamund would not remember him. There was some solace in that. I sat next to my Queen and pulled her into my arms. 

"He thought of nothing but your happiness," I said slowly, "he was so pleased at your smile." I wiped some tears off her cheek.

"I loved him so," Angelica cried anew. I held her as she had held me not that long ago. Both of us now fatherless. Liliana crawled into Angelica's lap.

"Who, Mother?" Liliana asked as she made herself at home. It was that question that brought Angelica back from her tears. She told Liliana of her other grandfather, of how she had grown up in his world. She had stories I had yet to hear. Liliana listened and asked questions as a child would. Angelica answered them with a smile, cherishing the memories. Liliana did more for Angelica's grief than any of us could. Just seeing his granddaughter, knowing his legacy would continue, did wonders for her soul. 

My mother and Alia followed Hamund into the room. I broke the news as delicately as I could. Though none would grieve like Angelica, all would see that it brought changes. I could see the worries form in my mother's eyes. They echoed my mind. Uri, as King, brought uncertainty to the alliance. Angelica would not see it yet, her father's death was too new to her. This day was for mourning with Angelica so the subject would not be broached. 

*****

A rider brought news five days later. Uri was en route, a pass through to see King Targathian, the Swan. He meant to talk to Angelica of the funeral. I saw it a chance to renew the alliance, and I hoped he would see the same. The visit to the Targathians was disconcerting, a possible alternative to us. It did not bode well that we were only a stop on the way. I feared things would not go well if his mind remained stubborn about his sister. 

"I will leave, my Lord" Mylle told me. We were in the middle of the last game of a Tavia match. Tied in games, her statement brought me out of my tactics. I was so hoping to win. 

"You will not stay and finish?" I asked. It seemed a strange statement since her position seemed better than mine. She looked at me with seriousness in her eyes. 

"When King Douderson arrives, I will leave with him, my Lord" Mylle stated quickly. I felt my breath catch in my chest. 

"You will not," I said as I stood, "I will forbid it. Angelica and I will not lose you." I spoke louder than I should have. Mylle had taken me by surprise. I was King and would not allow it. 

"You are King, my Lord," Mylle continued, "it is the kingdom that you must serve. I am a hindrance now." I could see she had been putting her mind to it. I was not to be dissuaded. I moved to her quickly and pulled her to my arms. 

"You are ours, my love," I said strongly, "you will go nowhere." I kissed her hard, as a king would. I felt her surrender to my lips. "No force will steal you away from us. Our love will not be weakened." I had not kissed her like that in a long time. It was my intention to undo her thoughts. I would not have my family break up now. There would be no question of that. I felt her smile on my lips. 

"Uri will demand it, my Lord," Mylle said quietly, as her arms wrapped around me. 

"Leave my brother to me, " Angelica stated strongly. She had entered my room without a sound. She stepped close to us. "He has no say here," she said as her hand caressed the side of Mylle's face. Her lips found Mylle's as I held her. I slowly let go of her as the kiss lingered. It affected me more than it should. I wished Alia was there at that moment. She had a way of settling my mind from thoughts beyond her. 

"There will be no more mention of this," I dictated. 

"As you say, my Lord," Mylle stated with a large smile. She enjoyed being reminded of our need for her. I wished she would not need it. It was unsettling that one of us did not feel secure. Memories of Alia's requests to be sent away so very long ago shivered through my mind. I had not desired to revisit them again. 

"You will not leave me, my love," Angelica said softly. I saw more relief in Mylle. Even after all the time we had spent together as a strange family, she still had a sense she was least important. She was not an afterthought. 

Lead riders showed a few days later. Uri was a day out, giving us time to prepare for the arrival of the new King. Hamund was the only one excited about the visit. He looked forward to his uncle's words, and wished to show him his new learned skills from drill. I saw part of Uri in him, not the intolerant stubbornness, but the need to be a warrior. Hamund took great pride in his swordplay and had yet to break a vase. I would not diminish his love for his uncle with my own misgivings. Angelica felt the same. 

Mylle's fears came back as Uri's party neared. The arrival of the lead riders had her hiding in her room. I believed she thought to stay there until Uri left. Angelica was worried for her. She also did not like that Uri brought out unease in her. She knew better than most what Uri had put Mylle through when they were younger.

Alia suggested we all sleep as one that night. It had been a long while since it was done, and our family needed strength to face Uri. Mylle was very pleased with the idea, again needing our love to be shown. Alia made me promise to reassure Mylle. She also felt Mylle's fear. 

I waited at the bed in my night clothes that night. The ladies had wished to meet afore the darkness. I had spent my evening in final preparation for Uri's arrival. The court seemed apprehensive of the visit, many thinking it would not be a pleasant day. I did my best to reassure them all that it was only a simple visit. They looked deeper and saw it as a bad sign. All seemed to know Uri and our dislike for each other. They feared that may be a weakness that the Wolf, King Uberson, would capitalize on. I did not relish the visit, but I harbored no fear of a threat from the Wolf. I was married to Uri's sister - that alone had kept the Wolf at bay for over thirteen winters.

Alia was first to enter the room. My eyes were wide at her nakedness. Her smile more tempting than I would have expected for a shared night. Her breasts bounced wonderfully as she strode forth to my arms. 

"You have forgotten your night clothes, my love," I said as my hand roamed her chest. I loved how her nipples reacted to my touch. They would start soft and small, and finish proud. It was silly, but I never tired of that. She began to raise my smock. 

"You should have forgotten yours, my love," Alia whispered as she relieved me of my clothes. Angelica entered, proudly defrocked, leading a naked Mylle by her hand. My phallus reacted against my will. I had missed another meeting. 

Candles were extinguished, leaving only the flames from the hearth. An eerie orange glow flickered across my naked angels, leaving the most pleasurable shadows. Alia kissed me deep, her hand between my legs, encouraging me on as Angelica and Mylle entered the bed. I looked down at the two, both smiling, Angelica gesturing me in. I entered next to Mylle followed by Alia who curled into me, her hand rubbing over my chest. 

"Will you watch me, my love?" Mylle asked me. It was a strange question. I did not know what my answer should be. "I wish you to see me in passion." Her eyes were wide, expecting my answer. Alia took my hand, and placed it on Mylle's small breast as her own were pressing into my back. I looked back, questioning Alia with my eyes.

"Tonight it is as Mylle wishes, my love," Alia whispered. Alia's hand squeezed mine and, in turn, I embraced Mylle's breast. I felt her nipple tickle my palm as it became taut. Alia's hand left mine and trailed along my arm, down my side and back between my legs. "We will love her tonight," Alia continued as she stroked me. 

"I will see you in passion, my love," I answered. I walked my hand to Mylle's other breast, and found the nipple to be responsive as well, more so than Alia's. Angelica leaned over Mylle and kissed me, her breasts hanging sideways. Motherhood had changed her breasts, my eyes finding them more desirable. They had given my children subsistence and inwardly caused a private jealousy I had shared with no one. 

Angelica's lips followed my arm down to my hand, leaving light wet kisses along the way. Her tongue found a nipple there as Mylle sucked in a breath. I looked in Mylle's eyes, and she smiled at me, her hand moving to the back of my neck. Mylle's breathing increased as Angelica's lips began to descend down her belly, a trail of red hair in their wake. Mylle spread her legs, one of which crossed over mine. 

"They are so beautiful together," Alia whispered in my ear. Her hand was massaging me as she spoke. My eyes were full of Angelica's head moving between Mylle's legs. Mylle sucked in her breath quickly as Angelica found her sex. 

"She loves me so," Mylle smiled, her body moving strangely as Angelica worked. 

"We all love you," I said, my hand moving between her breasts. Mylle slowly pulled my head toward her chest. I allowed it, and took a nipple between my lips. Mylle sighed deeply and pushed her breast forward. I nibbled her with my lips, and Mylle moaned into me. I switched breasts, teasing the other nipple. I could feel small tremors traveling through her petite body. Small twitches that excited me, knowing she was close to her pleasure. I continued my kissing, and let my hand caress what I did not kiss. Mylle soon pulled my eyes even with hers.

"I am ready, Alia," Mylle said, looking into my eyes and breathing hard. I felt Alia's head drop low, but Mylle held my eyes to hers. "We will be together," she instructed. Alia's hand left my member, and was replaced by the warm wetness of my lover's mouth. I felt her tongue on the underside of my shaft as Mylle began a series of small pants, her eyes tearing. I looked deeply as my passion climbed beyond what I could hold. 

Mylle's face strained, a look of bliss on the verge of pain. Her back arched, and I saw such beauty in her. I could not, would not, hold myself any longer. We reached our passions as one, looking deeply into each other. My love accepting my seed as I stared into the eyes of another. At the cusp, our lips met, and we shared each other's breath as control left our minds. Our bodies undulated together through our pleasure. 

I felt Alia's mouth leave me as my breathing began to return. I was no king in this bed, I thought to myself. My angels ruled here, and I was glad of it. 

"Was that pleasurable, my love?" Angelica asked as she moved forward.

"Yes," Mylle and I answered in unison. That brought laughter from Alia as she moved forward herself. 

"His face goes all serious, then suddenly like a small boy," Mylle said sweetly. "I like the boy, it is so soft looking." I did not know my face did anything special. 

"That is my favorite," Alia agreed, "it reminds me of what is behind his strength. A sweetness he only shares with us." She kissed the back of my neck and hugged me close. I believed I was blushing, and was thankful for the shadowy darkness of the fire. 

"It was a beautiful thing, " I said, "I did not think we could be closer." Angelica leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste Mylle on her lips. It was not unpleasant and brought more thoughts to my mind. I leaned back into Alia to remind myself of the direction of my heart. Mylle was smiling.

"We are one, my love," Mylle informed me. Fear seemed to have left her. For some reason she held me in her mind as the fulcrum of her future and needed to know that my love was true. I did not think it necessary to prove, nor was my passion proof of it. It was just an extension of it. I stroked her face to fix her mind on me. 

"We were always one, all four of us," I said, "we would be greatly weakened by the loss of any one of us. I chose strength, and your love is necessary for it." Angelica was beaming. I could see she sometimes walked on needles around Mylle's fears. Mylle kissed me again and then embraced her true love, fading from Alia and me. Alia pulled me to her.

"You were perfect, my love," Alia whispered in my ear. I let her think so, even though I did not fully understand my part in it. Pleasure did not seem as work.

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 08



Author's Note: One more chapter after this one. Sorry to leave you hanging if you are following along as I post. Thank you Tim413413. Many eyes would be bleeding if not for your editing skills. 

*****

Uri arrived early the next morning. His beard was longer than the last time we saw him. It was trimmed and shaped to a rounded point at the end. The hair was coarse and moved with his chin as one as he spoke. It was a disconcerting image. More statue-like than real. 

The formal greetings were held in the main bailey since the weather allowed. Our colors and the Bear's were present, troops shined and banners waved. It would have been preferable if we took knees to each other and renewed the alliance there and then. His short words of greeting made me think he would not be receptive. The whole ceremony looked to annoy him. I thought it best not to try, for if it failed it would have been worse than not happening at all. I could see some concerned faces from the representatives of court. They would have to wait. 

"I do not see Mylle or the other," Uri said rudely when Angelica and I were finally alone with him. At least he waited until there was privacy. I would have preferred he not refer to Alia as the other. 

"They felt it best not to annoy you, brother," Angelica said truthfully. She calmly sat down, trying not to heat the conversation. I took her lead and sat myself. Uri chose to remain standing. 

"We must live to a higher standard," Uri looked at me, ignoring his sister, "shame has no part in it." I felt my face heating, and was about to remind him whose home he was in when Angelica interjected.

"Do you fear our military is weakened by it, or maybe our crops do not trade as well?" Angelica smiled as she spoke. "Uri, you see shame, and we see strength and happiness. Do not mistake our life for weakness." I was proud of her. Her voice was steady and had none of the anger brewing in my mind. 

"Do you always let your woman speak for you?" Uri asked. I had no choice but to laugh. I was not going to tell him I usually was handled well by three of them. 

"Did not your mother speak for your father at times?" I answered, knowing well she did. "My Queen knows you better than I, and it seems prudent to take her counsel. It is one of our strengths." I added the last to merge with Angelica's words. I saw my wife's eyes sparkle. We were equals. 

"Hmmpf," Uri grunted his disapproval. "Does Hamund hide from me also?" I could sense he expected us to use his nephew against him. I knew how the two had bonded and I saw nothing wrong with it. It seemed strange that he might think it a tactic. 

"Actually, he waits with impatience," I said cheerfully, "he wishes to spar with you. He has learned much at drill and desires your acknowledgment of it." I saw a smile form behind his beard, then quickly disappear. "He has not complained, and holds his own with the men. I have been most proud of him." 

"And I," Angelica added proudly. Uri nodded. I could tell that Hamund would be the highlight of his visit. 

"Liliana?" Uri asked, "she has shown no signs of being..." He stalled for a moment. My legs felt anxious to stand, but I held them down. "Like her mother?" He finished as diplomatically as his ignorance would allow. I had an answer he would not approve of. Angelica was quicker.

"She is ten winters, Uri," Angelica answered with a small irritation in her voice, "those things are not even a thought to her. You will not express them to her either." The last was a warning. 

"You will not teach her your way?" Uri asked stupidly. This I would answer, for Angelica looked to boil. 

"Uri, whatever you believe, know this," I said it clearly, "it is not something that is taught. You either are or are not."

"Hmmpf," Uri grunted again. I did not think he believed me. Angelica's shoulders relaxed some, and I was happy I stopped whatever was on her tongue. A thought entered my mind that forced me to ask a question I would have preferred not to. 

"You do not speak of these things to Hamund?" I asked. Uri laughed. It caught me and Angelica off guard. 

"You are not ashamed, but you will not tell your own son?" Uri retorted. I could not defend it, but yes, we do not tell our own son. 

"In time he will know," Angelica responded. "This is not that time." It was a better answer than I had. I nodded in agreement. 

"From your lips would be better, sister," Uri stated crossly, "half my court suspects. I am sure your court knows more. Your shame grows on us all." I stood, and Angelica spoke quickly to lower my fire. 

"Hamund and Liliana are waiting to see you, brother," Angelica said looking at me. I could see her begging me to calm. I did, for her sake and mine. "Shall we let them wait longer?" I could see a spark in Uri's eyes. 

"No," Uri answered quickly, "we should not." Uri looked at me and added, "They will not hear it from my lips." He then followed Angelica out the door. Our first meeting, King to King, was a failure. I was just thankful his attacks would be to me directly, and not through my children. 

Angelica returned alone a few moments later. I was still stewing, in my mind, over the statements that we had traded. "He is with Hamund and seems pleased," she said as she sat in my lap. She could tell I needed some closeness. She was not wrong. 

"I fear he means to seek a new alliance with the Swans," I said, deep in my own thoughts. "Do you think he will give us a demand we cannot agree to?" I set my chin on her shoulder, and tried to think of options. I was a king. I should have options, but I could think of none. 

"He is stubborn." Angelica looked deep in thought. "There was a time when we were not seen without each other." She looked down to me, "Before he found us, Mylle and me. At the time, it was the loss of him that hurt most." She shook her head, "Now my heart has hardened, and I do not know if I could forgive him." She closed her eyes. "I think he would see me dead afore he admitted to the world what I am. Yes, I fear he is looking to break the alliance, and all ties to me."

"We must devise a new strategy, you and I," I said, "we will do what we can to keep all quiet for now. Let no one know how we think. My mother's family may be of help, albeit they are not what they once were." 

"We cannot send our loves away," Angelica stated. 

"That is the only option that is not open," I added. Angelica laid her head on mine, and we sat that way thinking. It was a wonderful thing to be able to suffer with another. The weight of the kingdom is halved when shared. Equals I had said. She had been a fool to accept.

Uri's visit was for two days. Except for a few meals, we saw little of each other, and it was noted in court. Hamund had gone riding with him and spoke well of the excursion. I prayed we were mistaken, and Uri would tolerate his imagined shame for the sake of his nephew. After all, in time, Hamund also would be a king. 

I did not broach the subject of a public renewal of the alliance for fear it would become a public disillusionment. Uri made no offers and did not mention my strange family again. For that I was thankful, for it may have come to blows. Alliance to war in just a few words. Angelica and I thought it best to leave things be at that time. He did not deny the alliance. That had to be worth something, for as long as it lasted. We said our goodbyes, which took little time. 

>>>>

"It is rumored that King Douderson is questioning the alliance, my King," Lucius said when I queried him about court talk. "They suspect it has something to do with..." I sighed when he paused. 

"I want to know what they say, Lucius. I know it is their words, not yours." I looked at him and saw his discomfort.

"They think you have a harem, my King," Lucius looked to the floor. "They find you, and the queen who allows it to be...to be risking much for your pleasure." I smiled so he knew I was not offended. 

"They will get it right, one day," I said thoughtfully. "Is it all who think this way?"

"No, well mayhap, my King," Lucius stumbled, "most would prefer to ignore it. The kingdom has been quite prosperous since the crown talks with the commoners. They see that as your doing, you and the queen." That was both a curse and blessing. A blessing that my own people may tolerate my family. A curse that the kingdom may look like a plump target if its security is in question. 

"What do you think, Lucius?" 

"It is not my place, my King."

"It is today," I said softly, "I wish your counsel. There are few that I trust who know all."

"I saw you when you thought you had lost Lady Alia," Lucius stated firmly. "The world cannot afford a king with so much hate, backed by a queen with equal rancor. It is best for all if Lady Mylle and Lady Alia remain where they are. I cannot fathom a solution to King Douderson. Mayhap an alliance with another." His candor was refreshing. He knew me better than most. 

"You think no different than I," I smiled, "I thank you for the truth." I thought for a moment and looked back to him. "Are there those in court you suspect may undermine me?"

"None with any power, my King," Lucius answered quickly, "but I am not privy to all conversations. Many know well I have your ear. It is casual overhearing that I bring to you now. None of it sounded overly seditious." 

"Good, there is hope in that," I replied and then smiled, "I was not looking for you to spy. I only need to know what is obvious to most." 

"I would be a terrible spy, my King," Lucius chuckled. I laughed with him, thinking he had the truth of it. I wondered if there were others I could employ who might be better at it. Spying on one's own court sounded desperate so I let the thought pass untended. 

>>>>

Six months passed with no word, good or bad, from Uri. We had gotten word that his meeting with the Swan was most successful. How that success manifested itself we did not know. Just that he was very well received, and King Targathian was most pleased. Angelica and I had little luck gathering a new alliance. Most wished to join Bear and Lion, meeting with Lion by itself was politically risky. There were also rumors of some discord with our alliance which made many wary. I suspect my 'harem' was also a consideration, though it was never mentioned openly. We wondered how Uri had managed negotiations with the Swan. 

I had been drilling the garrison hard. I feared I would have to make ready for life without an alliance. The new wealth of the kingdom allowed some increase in arms, but it would take time to train and build housing for men and horse. The math said I could increase by one third in size without detriment to the coffers. Angelica and I both saw it a worthy expense, so I began the growth that would take over a year to complete. An alliance may be easier to acquire if I could bring more horse to the negotiations. Power had a way of attracting power. 

>>>>

"It is true, my King. The Wolf moves in force," Sir Samuel said. His face was lathered from a hard ride. I could see his horse panting from the strain, its tongue hanging loosely out the side of its mouth. Samuel had been out for a week, ranging outside our borders with a six men in plain cloth. They had been sent to verify what we had heard; the Wolf had been massing.

"How many horse?" I asked. I feared the answer.

"Four hundred, my King," Samuel answered. I tried not to seem shocked. It was over thrice what we could field. Mayhap, in a year or so, we could field more. Hamund, who was at my side looked up at me. I maintained a look of confidence for him. I had to show him no fear, though I felt much.

"Has he turned to our lands?" I queried.

"No, my King. He parallels the border, though I fear he may turn when he passes the forest," Samuel surmised, "another will send word if it should happen." I took a deep breath. It may not be a move against us. The alliance was not officially broken. It would be a large risk the Wolf would be taking to assume it had been broken. 

"Go, get cleaned up and we will meal together," I said with authority," I will hear your full report then." I added a smile to relax him, Hamund and those who had overheard. It was good to extrude confidence. It bolstered the men who, in turn, bolstered me. 

"Thank you, my King," Samuel said while smiling. Not many were invited to the king's table and I knew he thought it a great honor. It was just a meal to me, and he looked hungry. 

>>>>

"He has not turned, yet?" Angelica asked. I could see the concern in her eyes. The crown was a lot to shoulder. 

"No," I answered.

"Do you fear summoning Uri afore we know for sure?" Angelica asked, then she shook her head to forestall my obvious answer, "I feel the same. No need to risk denial if the Wolf passes by."

"If he turns, we will have to risk a summons," I said, "we cannot face him on open field. His numbers are too large." 

"If he turns, and Uri ignores our plea?" Angelica asked. I did not wish to say it, but I had told her we were equals. 

"Our reign will end quickly, my love." I answered with little hope. Angelica gasped at my statement. I kept from her the obvious ramifications of such a defeat, though I thought she suspected. My life would be forfeit, that much was certain. If negotiations failed, my family may be at risk as well. 

"There is not some tactic we can employ? It is our land, we know it better than he." Angelica grasped at straws. 

"Aye, his losses will be great," I replied, "though sheer numbers will outweigh us in the in end. I cannot send men to die for no purpose. It is not in me." I looked at the hearth and watched the flames for a moment. "Even with Uri, his numbers are great. Without Uri, it is not possible." 

"Then we pray he does not turn," Angelica said with a weak smile. I brought her to my arms and held her close. She could feel my worry as I felt hers. "We sleep together tonight. Our loves must know what is at risk." I nodded and kissed her cheek. 

>>>>

Commander Kancraft and I were conferring when another rider arrived, four days after the first. Boris had informed me that rumors had spread through the men, and nervousness followed. One, a new recruit, had deserted three nights ago. One soldier would make no difference, but it did not help morale. Torrance was the lad's name, barely seventeen winters, a farmer by birth. I remembered him sparing with Hamund during a drill. I hoped Hamund would not hold the same fears. 

"The Wolf has turned toward us, my King," the rider said. He waited for my response. I could see there was more in his eyes and he wished to not disclose it all at once. 

"And?" I asked.

"We have lost track of a hundred horse, my King" the rider added, "they broke off in the night. We know not where." I knew where. They meant to cut us off. 

"Commander, I need two riders for Douderson," I hastily ordered, "they will carry my missive to the king there. They will leave within the hour." I could see the surrounding men breathe a sigh of relief. I did not let on that Uri might well deny me. "If the Wolf wishes a war, then he shall have one. I would see him squashed between two kingdoms." There were grunts of approval and vows of valor at my words. 

I moved off to gather the letter that Angelica and I had prepared. It was more of a plea than a request. It spoke of their father's will when the alliance had been formed. We hoped it would spark thoughts that forced him to action. We simply hoped. 

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We were three days into the siege when King Uberson sent forward his negotiator under a white flag. The fields before the castle were lined with neat rows of men at camp. All out of our bow range, but ready should we come to field. We, inside, waited patiently for Uri's response. I would meet them on the field if Uri showed. 

I chose to meet the ambassador in the throne room. Better to speak from the seat of power than let him be treated as an equal. Angelica sat next to me, which surprised the court. They had not seen a queen as equal as her. I only hoped she would be Queen 'til she was old and gray. 

The ambassador bowed before me and then spoke. "My King has commanded that I bring you this, my Lord." He held forth an leather satchel I recognized. I felt my heart drop into my bowels. It was our letter to Uri. Angelica, for her part made no overt notice of it. 

"And the riders who carried it?" I asked. 

"One is our guest, my Lord," the ambassador smiled, "the other... well, he fought harder." I wished to strangle the man then and there. It was not his words, but the smile he displayed that I desired to end. Uri would not even be given the chance to deny us. I had waited too long to make the request. I would have to negotiate.

"Does your Lord have other words?" I inquired.

"Yes, my Lord," the ambassador's smile returned. I feared I would not like what came out of his mouth. "He will spare all if you would give him your head, and that of your Queen, and of your harem and of the foul spawn you have produced." I stood and drew my sword. I was correct in not liking his words. It was Angelica who grabbed my arm and stayed my hand. 

"Have your Lord stare at our walls for five days," Angelica spoke without emotion, "let him watch his purse drain and feel the fear of my brother's impending arrival. We will speak again in that time. I will, however, demand that your tongue remain civil. Cleaning blood off the floor is a distasteful task." The ambassador held his smile, but I saw color leave his cheeks. It was not the beheading I desired, but it was somewhat satisfying.

The voices in the court rose as the ambassador left the room. Everyone was talking at once, and nothing coherent could be deciphered. Angelica turned to me as I sheathed my sword. "I will forfeit my life, but not the others. Hamund and Liliana must not be part of this." Her will was shattering in front of me and the court. A mother could only take so much. I used my eyes to remind her where we were and she calmed. 

"Is the Bear coming, my King?" It was shouted from behind a group that had gathered near the far end of the room. 

"I have no reason to suspect he will not," I called back. 

"My brother will not leave us to this jackal," Angelica added. Neither of us believed what we were saying. It was time that we needed. Angelica had maneuvered five days for us to think. The Wolf could not breach our walls in that time, having brought no siege engines with him. He would come back with a better offer as the costs of his campaign mounted. Men do not campaign for free. 

The court seemed to half believe us, not that much choice was offered. We retired quickly, nodding to those who supported us and smiling to those who questioned our rule. We exited and collapsed into each other's arms. 

"They cannot have Hamund and Liliana," Angelica repeated. 

"They shall not," I responded, "it was only the first exchange. There will be another. The Wolf can afford only so much of this, and then he will see reason. Mayhap, your brother will get word, and I will have a chance at that bastard's head after all." 

"If he calls my children fowl spawn again, I shall let you do it here," Angelica spoke with the venom of an angry mother. I kissed her to share her hate. It was a vicious thing, and I strangely needed more of it.

"Uncle will come." Hamund stood off by the door. We did not hear him enter. I broke from his mother who reached out for him. Hamund went into his mother's arms, but looked directly at me. 

"How much did you hear?" I asked.

"More than you would allow," Hamund answered, many years older than he looked.

"Nothing will happen to you, my love. We will not let it," Angelica said softly. I could see tears forming in her eyes. She did not want him worried about such things. 




The Marriage Ch. 08



"Uncle will come," Hamund repeated. 

"That is our hope," I responded, "though we must plan as if he will not. There will be hard choices and I will make them. Your sister will need you more than you know." I saw some of the Douderson stubbornness in him. It was a good thing for what may come. 

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Five days passed quickly. Little had changed in my mind and nothing changed outside our walls. We ate sparingly out of supplies that could easily last four months. I doubted it would be necessary for we had spied the construction of siege engines. The Wolf would not wait forever. Time was not on our side. 

"You will be more cordial this time?" Angelica asked the ambassador.

"Those are my instructions, my Lady," the ambassador returned. I could see he no longer had the swagger from the first visit. Sleeping in the field does that to a man. The resolution of hostilities had become more important in his mind. 

"What should we speak about then?" I asked with a false curiosity. The ambassador sighed, wishing we would not take the slow route. 

"The ceding of the castle and your lands to my King, my Lord," the ambassador replied.

"We are most comfortable here, master Ambassador. Why should we want to leave?" I responded with contempt. 

"King Douderson did not receive your summons," the ambassador answered, "there is enough known that he would not likely come if he did receive it. You have, mayhap, a third of my King's forces. Your supplies will dwindle, and engines will soon topple your walls. The only question is how many lives you wish to follow you to the afterlife, my Lord." His words were delivered diplomatically, and, it angered me, were an honest assessment of the situation. 

"What does your King propose?" Angelica added. 

"You and your heirs, my Lord and Lady." The ambassador's eyes lowered to the ground. "My King cares not for the others." Mylle and Alia were off the list. I had three more to go. 

"Your King expects my children." Angelica's anger rose as she spoke. I laid my hand on her knee, and she calmed some. 

"Your price is too high. Mayhap more time will allow more thought," I stated clearly. Five days saved two, another five days would see more. My engineers spoke of ten days to complete the engines. Somewhere in the middle we would find a proper barter, one we could accept.

"My King demands no future challenge to his sovereignty," the ambassador stated, "you have no alliance due to your own weaknesses." He looked to Angelica, and I sensed he knew the truth of it. I rose slowly from the throne.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, you are in my kingdom today," I said carefully, "you are perilously close to a bloodbath of your own making." I took a step forward, and was not stopped by Angelica. Her head was held high. I saw the ambassador's shoulders slump, but his words did not sound of the fear his body displayed.

"My King knows of your preferences, my Lady," the ambassador continued, "he promises that knowledge will not leave your grave." The man was insane if he thought that mattered to us. I moved forward, waiting for him to completely commit to his death. 

"Your words are about to condemn you," I warned. My hand moved to the hilt of my sword. The ambassador dropped to his knees. He was not speaking his own words. He would not stop, yet he knew it could clearly mean his death. 

"What will your King bargain for with when my uncle arrives." Hamund shouted it as he exposed himself from behind a pillar. "Will he fear for his own head when he faces two armies? Or will he cower and beg and still call us names?" Angelica blanched as her son came forward. She did not want him to learn of her this way. She would have preferred death. 

"You do not understand, young Prince," the ambassador continued, "it is something that must be considered by your parents. They have folded your inheritance long ago. Your uncle cares not." I saw Hamund go red. I went to intercept him.

"You think me a fool!" Hamund yelled, "you think I do not know my mother's and father's hearts. You come to our land with conquest in your mind and hate on your lips. You think you will shame them into surrender. You mistake us, you foul cur. When you see my uncle's horses riding down on you, do not blink, for my father will be coming from behind you." I stopped and stared at my son. Angelica was in shock and the court was opened-mouthed. I smiled at him, more proud than I thought possible.

"There it is then, master Ambassador," I said while looking at my son, "consider well my son's words and return in five days and we will discuss it some more." I looked at Angelica. "Mayhap, King Douderson would like to discuss it as well." I added with a smile just for her. 

The ambassador left in a huff. He was not used to being chastised by a young prince. I walked over to Hamund and placed my arm around his shoulders.

"Rather bold talk," I said with pride in my voice. 

"It was not time to end him," Hamund said quietly, "the battlefield will be soon enough." I looked at him with curiosity. When did he become thirty? Just a moment ago he was thirteen. I could see him on his horse, next to me, riding out to finish this. What kind of father did that make me?

"Your mother will need you now," I said, "she did not wish you to learn of us this way." I looked up at Angelica who had not moved from her throne. Her face was pale and her eyes were glued to Hamund. Hamund looked at her and then back at me. 

"She would think I would love her less?" Hamund asked. 

"That would be her fear," I answered truthfully. Hamund smiled to me. 

"I have known for a while," Hamund stated, "I did not think it important before." I hugged him 'til he broke away in embarrassment. We were holding court after all, and men do not hug men. 

Hamund went to his mother and failed to break her hug for some time. There were good tears and many kisses he had to endure. I wondered then, how much Liliana knew. They were brother and sister after all. 

Five days later the ambassador returned. Liliana would be allowed to live. Hamund, the male heir, would not. We had gained another step, and needed only one more - though I was planning for two more. My children would need their mother. It was not ideal, but Angelica could return to her brother with Hamund and Liliana. Mylle and Alia could travel to my aunt. In my mind it worked well. 

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"They have built three of them, my King," the engineer spoke as he pointed to the large wooden trebuchets that were spaced well out of our range. "In time, they will concentrate their loads on one section of the wall. The structure will last one, mayhap two days once their aim is true."

I looked out at the amassed army. It had made itself at home ruining the greenness of the pasture. I could guess at the expense the Wolf was experiencing and knew his patience was wearing thin. I needed more time, and he desired less. His army was larger than mine, so it would be his schedule that would win out. The trebuchets were the enemy now. 

I pulled Commander Kancraft to the side, away from all ears. "Those engines must come down," I said, "an attack at night with pitch and fire?" 

Boris looked at me with his wizened eyes. "'Tis a one-way trip, my King," he said quietly, "a small group could ride through in surprise, but they would surely die there. It would be a gamble that they even get as far as the engines. They have pickets far forward that would sound the alarm."

"But if we rode hard enough," I thought out loud, "they could not stop us afore we reached the engines." I looked back out at the army. The land was flat between here and the engines. Nothing would impede a dedicated charge. 

"Aye, my King" Boris replied, "it would give us time, that is all. Do you believe it worth the lives." My son and my wife were worth my life. That I knew. 

"Volunteers only," I said quickly, "and I will lead them."

"My Lord!" Boris said loudly, "I will get you the men, but I will lead them. You are needed here." I quieted him quickly, and pulled him tighter to privacy. 

"The Bear is not coming," I said what most suspected, "my life is forfeit, but time will buy my Queen's and Son's retreat. The Wolf must allow it or watch his coffers dwindle to naught. My death should sate his mind. You will advise the queen to bargain hard for Hamund and herself. Time will be on her side with the engines gone." I could see Brois working it out. It mattered little if he disagreed. Once those engines started, there were no other options. 

"Your life for all?" Boris asked.

"That is preferable to a fight we cannot win. The end for me is no different either way," I said. 

"You will need five others, two per engine," Boris thought out loud, "one carrying oil and pitch, the other flame. Hooded lanterns should do nicely." He looked up to me. "Hamund will not forget what you do today. I will see to it, my King." I smiled and slapped his shoulder. 

"You just make sure my family gets out," I said, "that is all I wish." 

"All five will be free or I will be dead, my King" Boris added. Like my son, he was more than aware of my count. How many others knew, and never took issue with it? That was a number I would never know.

"The queen and my children to Uri. He will tolerate them and keep them safe." I paused as Boris nodded, "Lady Mylle and Lady Alia with my mother. My aunt will see that they are taken care of."

"As you wish, my King," Boris stated. "Say your goodbyes, we will meet again at full dark. I will find others who share your desire." 

"I thank you, Commander," I said as I moved off. The goodbyes would be harder than the burning of the engines.

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I found Angelica with Hamund and Liliana. They were in the garden talking on the grass. Angelica was trying to explain things to Liliana without confusing her with worry. Hamund was not far from his mother these last few days. He sensed his mother's need of him. He was more right than he knew.

Liliana jumped up when she saw me and ran into my arms. I lifted her to sit on my hip, her favorite place to ride. "Mother was telling us about Douderson," she said excitedly. "She said we may visit there soon." I smiled at her happiness. 

"Yes, I do think you may, my love," I responded. I received a kiss on the cheek for my agreement. No different than any other I had ever received from her, but this time it held more pleasure. I hugged her close and smothered her face with kisses. I felt my eyes watering, and pulled it back into myself and smiled as I brought Liliana back to the meeting on the grass. 

"Is there news?" Angelica asked. I could see her looking more deeply than I desired. 

"Nothing important," I said. I looked at Hamund, and my heart felt heavy, "I must deal with the engines tonight. A quick sortie to clear them away." Hamund perked up at that thought of combat. Young men desired war glory and saw honor in it. There would be no honor tonight.

"I shall ride with you," Hamund added. He was getting bolder since he had confronted the ambassador. 

"No, 'tis a night operation. You have not trained for it yet. If it were day, I would be proud to have your sword at my side," I lied. His shoulders squared at my desire. He would be quite a man one day. He was almost one already. "Tonight I hold you responsible for your mother and sister," I added. I held out my arm and he took it firmly, wrist to hand like a king. 

I looked back to Angelica. Her eyes found mine, and I flinched at her glare. I saw water forming in the corners as she deciphered my words. She shook her head slightly in disagreement. I smiled and tried to offer solace. 

"It will be a quick mission, my love," I said softly, "it is a necessary thing I do." Hamund looked between us with curiosity. Angelica bit her upper lip, and struggled with her emotions. "Commander Kancraft has my instructions, and will make sure all is well while I am away." She sucked in her breath and quickly wiped her eyes. She looked at Hamund, then Liliana and then back at me. 

"It will protect them?" Angelica asked. 

"And you, my love," I made it sound more certain than it really was. 

"Then we will prepare your dinner, my love," Angelica said, "we will await you in the hall." She looked at our children. "Come, we must make something special." Liliana jumped from my arms. She liked to plan dinners and parties. Hamund found the situation unnerving, but accepted his mother's command. "Will you please invite Lady Alia," Angelica choked out her words and coughed to cover it up. 

"I will go at once, my love," I answered as they headed to the kitchens. Angelica knew me too well. I headed off to Alia's room. I was surprised to find Hamund at my heels. I turned with a questioning look. 

"I am to fetch Lady Mylee," he answered my look. I nodded. 

"You know how proud of you I am?" I asked as we walked side by side. 

"But I cannot ride with you tonight," Hamund stated. I laughed at his persistence. It would serve him well later in life, if I could secure that life for him. 

"No, not tonight. Your bravery is noted," I offered as consolation. 

"Why is mother worried?" Hamund asked. His intuitiveness caught me by surprise. He knew his parents well. 

"She always worries," I answered lightly, "it is her job to worry." Hamund shook his head. I could tell he did not agree with my statement. I was happy he did not pursue it further. His assessment of situations was improving rapidly. I wondered if he would forgive me for what I would not tell him today. 

We found Alia and Mylle in their room. Both deep in a discussion as we entered. I smiled at both and Hamund drove forward with purpose. "I am to bring you to the kitchen, Lady Mylle," Hamund said confidently, "my mother wishes your help." 

"I am to help in the kitchen?" Mylle asked. Hamund rolled his eyes at her and nodded to me and Alia. Mylle held back her smile. "Oh, yes, I remember now," she lied as she took Hamund's hand and left the room. 

"Hamund is wise beyond his years," Alia said as she neared me. I saw her desire to kiss, and I fell into it. It was a wonderful thing that kiss. It was warm and loving. It wrapped my soul as I tried to memorize it. It would carry me through what I must do. Suddenly, she pushed me away though I desired to stay more than life itself. 

"What was that?" Alia panicked. She knew me best of all. She pointed her finger at me. "Tell me!" she demanded. I did not want to. 

"I do not want to, my love," I choked. How could she tell from my lips? Her eyes went wide. I saw anger, then fear, then tears. 

"You are leaving me," Alia surmised. I took a step back, afraid where this was leading. I wanted to remember her happy. I had ruined it. "Ohh," she gasped as she read my eyes, "what are you planning?" I sat in a chair, and my eyes found the floor. This is what I would take to my grave.

"I did not wish it like this," I stumbled out the words. I looked up, and her hand was covering her mouth and tears were flowing. "I must leave you, my love," I said softly. The door burst open, and my mother flew in, anger in her eyes. 

"You will find another way!" my mother yelled. I closed my eyes as I heard my family shatter around me. 

"What is he planning?" Alia cried, "he will not tell me!"

"Out there." My mother pointed in the direction of the gatehouse. "Kancraft did not wish to tell me either." 

"Out where?" Alia's pleas were sounding desperate. 

"He is raiding tonight," my mother said as if she had eating something bitter, "there is no chance of return." 

"You will not!" Alia cried as she flew into my arms. "You will send others." She looked desperately at my mother. "Kings do not do these things." 

"This king will not!" my mother ordered. I looked up, over Alia's shoulder. 

"There is no other way, Mother," I said with conviction. "I must give Hamund and Liliana a life with their mother." I watched her eyes go dark. I expected more yelling, but only received a shocked look and utter confusion. "I love you, Mother," I added. She broke then. On her knees she screamed and then cried. "You must take Mylle and Alia to your sister's," I continued. 

"I will not go," Alia said. I rose from the chair. 

"You will," I said as I retrieved my mother from the floor. She did not want to rise so I had to use more strength than I had desired. "I need you," I said to my mother. If my last day was to resemble horse dung, then so be it. I would not allow my plans to waste to nothing. "You will do as I say and take Alia and Mylle to your sister's." My mother looked at me and nodded. She pulled me close.

"I did not see this end for you, my Son," my mother whispered in my ear, "I saw you old and gray, spoiling grandchildren. I hurt more than you know." She pulled me closer as if to hold me there through the night. I wrapped my arms around her, and let her have me for the moment. "I will see to them," she added, "I promise you that." I smiled at her words. 

"If there were another way, I would take it," I said, "know that your love gladdens my heart. I must know my family will be safe." 

"They will be safe," my mother repeated. I wiped the tears off her cheek and kissed her there. 

"I must say goodbye to Alia," I whispered. My mother pulled me down and kissed my forehead. She had done that many times long ago, usually after scolding me for some offense. It reminded me of her love when things went wrong. I cherished it. She smiled through her tears and left me there, with my true love. 

"I do not want you to go," Alia said with weak conviction. She meant it as a demand, and it weakened as it emerged. 

"Mylle will think this her doing," I said, ignoring her request, "you must not let her blame herself. She will not have Angelica to hold her." Alia's head tilted as she looked at me. I saw her pain and tried to forget. I did not want to remember her this way. 

"Who will hold me?" Alia stuttered. Her pain slammed me. I was going to send her away, unloved and far from everything she knew. I was going to send her away from me. 

"I wish your love my last day," I begged. My heart was breaking to see her, and I could not look away. She found my arms and trembled in them. Her lips found mine, and I felt her desire for the lifetime we would miss. I lifted her in my arms, her weight but a feather in my sorrow. I carried her to the bed, and we lay clothed and in each other's love. It was that moment I would take to my grave. 

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Dinner was a hard thing. Mylle, as I foretold, blamed herself for Uri's dismissal of the alliance. I spent much time convincing her that none of it was hers to bear. To break her from Angelica, a life without her love, was a cruel necessity. Only Uri could protect my children, and I knew he would not have Mylle there. 

Liliana, bless her, was unaware of the significance of the meal. She had planned well with what rations we allowed ourselves. Proudly, she brought me my plate, ignoring the attempts from our retainers to serve. I could think of no better last meal than one served by her. It could have been dirt off the ground, and I would have eaten every morsel. 

Hamund, his mind always working, saw something in our actions. I tried to sway him with talk of horses and drill. He kept looking between us and concentrating on his mother. Angelica was a statue, none of her normal poise was there. It was as if her natural grace had fled. She tried desperately not to catch my eye. 

It was I who had the easy part. I had dictated difficult futures for all and I would not be there to suffer through them. Mayhap, I was thinking wrong, but life held promise where death held none. I would, at least, give them that chance. Alia, no longer caring who knew, would not relinquish contact with me. Be it her hand or leg, she was touching me at all times. I did not fight it, and in brief moments of movement, sought it out again when contact broke. It was pleasing to my soul. 




The Marriage Ch. 08



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I arrived at the main bailey, dressed in dark clothes, to find five men lined up, waiting. Angelica was kissing the last one on his cheek. It should not have surprised me, they were forfeiting their lives for our children. Angelica would not let them sacrifice without knowing what it meant to their queen. I silently thanked her for it. 

On the stairs, above the field, was my strange family. My mother, Mylle, my true love Alia, Hamund who was joined by Angelica. Liliana had been put to bed. It was best she did not know of it. I would prefer her remembering me enjoying her dinner. Hamund was apprehensive, knowing only half truths. I questioned telling him, but felt he would not yet understand. He would briefly hate me for it, but I felt it best. 

It was Alia who gave it away. Seeing me, she rushed down the stairs in renewed tears. I could not ignore it and took her in my arms, the world seeing all. There were no more secrets worth holding, and Angelica did not dare stop her. I crushed her in my arms, another goodbye was worth more than gold. Hamund saw truth in it. 

"You will not return!" Hamund shouted. My heart caved at his words. He was too old for today, I wished him younger. "You will not wait for my uncle. You are giving up." I saw him lose hope in front of me. All that I have done in his eyes was erased in a moment. He did not understand. 

To be continued...



The Marriage Ch. 09



Author's Note: Last Chapter. Thank you Tim413413 (editor) for slowing it up with your insane insistence I hold to some reasonable reality in my fiction. I have removed all references to the space aliens and vampires. Hopefully, it will still be entertaining. 

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"Uri is not coming." I said to Hamund and to the world. "We did not renew the alliance, my Son." The last directed at him with less volume. "All is as it has to be." Hamund's eyes were wide, and I saw anger flare. A mix of Douderson and Southerson burnt through his face.

"Uncle is coming. I break my vow to tell you. He is coming!" Hamund yelled at me. I watched his posture, that of a future king. There was no doubt in his words. He believed it as fact.

"What vow?" I asked.

"You would not ask Uncle Uri," Hamund chastised, "so I put it to him. I took a knee with him in your stead. He did not wish you to know. I promised we would send word at the first sign of problems. He promised me the same." Hamund was moving down the stairs. "I have told you he is coming; I said so often." My mind was working hard, trying to digest the information.

"Uri is coming?" Angelica's surprise was more apparent than my own.

"Your brother would not leave you unprotected, Mother," Hamund stated as if it was obvious. I wondered if his love for his uncle was misplaced. "He is stubborn, that is all!"

"Uri does not know," I said. It was best to preserve my son's love of his uncle. He would need it to make it through, "our messengers were caught, my Son." I tried to sound sympathetic.

"Mine was not," Hamund said, "my uncle is coming." I stared at my son. He was a rock of confidence. The men near me were talking, Boris was trying to speak to me. My mind was ignoring it and concentrating on Hamund.

"What...when...your message?" I floundered for words. It was a less than a kingly response.

"First sign, I promised," Hamund said, "I sent Torrance when I heard the patrol report." I thought back, it was before the Wolf had turned. Where would that put Uri? I heard Boris this time.

"Gods! That boy is green. Do you think he knew the way?" Boris asked. Hamund blanched as his own mind envisioned his messenger lost. My mind reeled at the news. Hope invaded where there was only loss before. I looked at the commander.

"We must give Uri more time," I stated the obvious revelation to Boris.

"The engines still need to come down, Sire," Kancraft returned, "it would give him ten days or more." I looked to the men, their determination unwavering, but their grimness was replaced by smiles.

"What say you?" I addressed them with spirit in my voice. "Shall we burn down the Wolf's toys, and see if we cannot weed him out in the process?" It was good to hear their loud approval.

"You cannot lead them now, my King!" Boris shouted. "It is my duty."

"Fire!" was shouted loudly from the gatehouse. All eyes turned to the voice, though the darkness hid the man. I ran toward the warning with my raiders in tow. "The engines are burning," the excited sentry yelled. I took the stairs two at a time, and reached the top platform breathing hard.

All three engines were burning bright. Uri, was my first thought, then I discounted it. He was not one for subterfuge. I could barely make out dark figures running toward the castle. I shielded my eyes from the intensity and saw four figures, the flickering flames silhouetting them as they ran.

"They will not make it, my King," the sentry said sadly. I saw bands of men forming behind them and giving chase. Soon, horseman would follow.

"Open the gate!" I ordered loudly while bounding down the stairs. Thunder was waiting, prepared for an unnecessary raid. I pointed at my fellow raiders, "To horse," I ordered, "'tis a rescue mission now." Thunder accepted my weight, and his muscles shifted with excitement. I leaned and prompted him forward.

"Archers to walls!" Commander Kancraft yelled as he ran to the gatehouse. I ducked under the portcullis that was only half raised by that time Thunder went under. I gave him his speed, and rode hard toward the blazing trebuchets. I heard the horses following behind me and saw an army before me. They were frantically adjusting their ranks, orders being shouted and groups peeling off. From behind the flames I made twenty horse pulling about. It would be tight if we made it at all.

I passed the first runners and made for the last. I trusted my men to know my mind as more enemy troops barreled down upon the scene. I found the last, fifty paces behind the lead, a gasping man well overweight. He was no soldier. I dropped my hand, and he missed it on the first pass. I swung around and slowed, hearing enemy armor coming on my flank as I turned.

"My hand, man!" I yelled. He barely had the strength to reach for it. We clasped wrists, and I kicked Thunder toward the castle. I half pulled, half dragged the chubby raider up Thunder's side.

"I cannot make it," he gasped. I was not going to let go even though Thunder was almost running sideways. I needed him on Thunder's center so I shifted, and tried to pull him across the front of the saddle. His weight fought me, but he finally grabbed the saddle and pulled. I compensated by moving my weight to the far stirrup and yanked a final time. His large ass now lay in front of me, his limbs hanging down both sides. I pointed Thunder toward the gate and prodded him to speed. I turned my head to see a wave of horses coming down on us.

I leaned onto my new load and kicked Thunder anew, urging him with my yells. The gatehouse seemed too distant, I had gone too far. I heard my fat man grunting with each of Thunder's bounds. The sound of the horses, and the yells of their riders was nearer than I hoped. I gritted my teeth, and did all I could to let Thunder run his best. With a fat man almost across his neck, I could feel his awkward stride. We were not going to make it.

I smiled when I saw dark riders entering the gatehouse ahead. The others had made it. I, the king, killed by a fat man. The humor of it made me laugh, and I prepared to turn and draw my sword. I figured I would take one or two down with me.

"Fire!" Boris yelled. I ducked as arrows flew from the wall. I wondered what they could see in the flickering darkness. I was as bound to be hit as the enemy. I heard a rider go down behind me. "Fire at will!" Boris yelled. The pursuing horses turned away as I continued toward the gatehouse. I was not worth their death, in their minds.

The portcullis slammed down behind me as I rode back into the bailey. I dumped my charge, unceremoniously, off Thunder. He fell on his backside with a thump that sounded painful. Thunder shifted sideways, flexing his legs now that the extra weight was off. I dismounted and kissed Thunder on the muzzle. What a fine animal.

I approached the fat raider who was being helped up by another. I recognized the other.

"Sir Balen! What were you thinking?" I exclaimed.

"I was thinking the engines needed to be destroyed, my King," Balen said as he gave a slight bow. As much of a bow as he could afford while lifting his friend's dead weight

"The..king?" his fat friend stammered. I grabbed the other side of him and pulled him to his feet. "You should have left me, Sire" the man puffed, still trying to catch his breath. He was a little slumped over. I was sure his middle section took a beating.

"May I present merchant Glaidus, Sire," Balen said, gesturing toward my fat friend. "He trades in oils." Balen pointed back out the gate. "It is his stock that burns now." The other two saboteurs were introduced, another merchant and a farmer. Boris found them wonderful and littered praise on their deeds.

"They desired oil for their engines," Balen explained, "I suspect they meant to burn you out, my Lord. Glaidus here thought it up. They let us in to deliver, and we just put the oil to better use."

"They just let you in?" Boris mused.

"They did not want to haul it themselves," Glaidus said, "left my best wagon back there." He laughed. "Did not figure I would need it again."

"How do the villages fare?" I asked Balen, "we have had no word."

"Well enough, my Lord," Balen responded, "we hid what we could, and denied the invaders what they needed. I think the Wolf may be eating grass soon." That, at least, was good news. "We are hoping the Bear has heeded your call." Balen worded it more like a question.

"Aye," I answered carefully, "we are not sure he is aware, but word has been sent."

"We have sent word ourselves," Balen smiled, "they had to sneak out on foot. A day or so before they would have found a horse."

"The Wolf will be most pleased," Boris laughed.

Rumor ran through the castle faster than truth. The mood was brightened at the word of Uri renewing the alliance through Hamund. That the commoners attacked the siege engines was the main topic. It had not been done before, and most held it as a good omen.

Alia spent the rest of the night and most of the next morning reminding me of my desire for her. It was a much better night than I had originally planned. Almost losing someone has an effect that only complete closeness can remove. It was a most pleasurable healing.

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Three nights after the burning, a heavenly sound carried from the east. It was surprisingly echoed by a sound to the west. I responded to the horns as was discussed so many years ago. Angelica's forethought made it possible. Uri had arrived; dawn would be the end of it.

I walked into the library. My family tended to gather there since my aborted raid. I looked across the room. Liliana was learning Tavia from Mylle. Mother, Alia and Angelica were deep into a conversation. Hamund was hovering over his sister, pointing out better moves. I caught his eye.

"Your uncle has come," I said with a smile. Hamund's face brightened. "And he has brought friends."

"Uri is here?" Angelica gasped. I nodded.

"We form at dawn," I said. "This ends tomorrow." I looked back at Hamund's smile. He would make an excellent king.

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The sun rose over the horizon to find me in front of nearly 150 horse. We were tucked back near the walls, where the archers could protect our assembly. My men were ecstatic to be out of the castle. Even more so that we now had friends.

I awaited Uri's command. He had claimed the battlefield by horn last night. He had the right to it since I was bottled up, and hardly aware of what lay beyond my sight. The Wolf formed in front of me, most of his force committed to my destruction. Some were held in reserve - he had heard the horns as well, but had not deciphered their meaning.

From the trees in the east, 200 horse stepped forward sporting the banner of the Bear. I saw Uri in front. The men behind me could hardly hold their tongues. Morale increased tenfold. I could almost smell the blood of those who wished my children dead.

From the west, the blue banners of the Swan broke from the trees, 300 horse strong. Uri had secured an additional alliance and controlled power that had not been seen in generations. Thunder was begging to be let loose, but I stayed his reigns.

The Wolf was hastily shifting his lines. I could almost feel his panic. There was too much ground to cover, and nowhere to run. A hastily-lifted banner of negotiation appeared amidst the assembled Wolf forces. Uri was having none of it. He was a stubborn man, and, today, he was my brother. He dipped his command banner to me. I smiled; the honor was ours.

I turned toward my line. "We lead!" I yelled so all could hear. The cheer was deafening. They wanted this foul stench off our lands as much as I. A series of three grunts followed by a loud "strength in blood" battle cry wafted toward the Wolf. I turned and yelled 'charge,' but my word was not heard. The sounds of moving horse and battle cries drowned it out. Our line moved as one, a magnificent thing to see. Thunder held the lead as we lowered lance.

The Wolf's infantry collapsed trying to form a multiple front. Their horses were still, awaiting orders that never came. What those orders could be, I knew not. There was no direction to charge that did not expose a flank. They had built no defenses, thinking they faced only me. They were beaten before the battle began.

Thunder trampled two soldiers, and I lanced a third. I drew my sword as I barreled through the first rank. Thunder's momentum carried me deep into the second rank. I fended off pikes and worked through the second rank. That was when Uri's horn announced our retreat. I wheeled around and called all to follow. We beat our way back to our lead line as a cloud of arrows from three armies rained on the enemy. My infantry, aligned to protect our bow with shield, opened on command to allow our horses through.

I heard Uri's force sounding as an earthquake as it came forward. I turned behind my infantry line. They were fresh, and untouched by the defensive-only posture the Wolf employed. I saw Uri drive deep, his sword swinging with controlled anger. I knew its power, having felt it in duel. A horn sounded, and Uri's line retreated, followed by another hail of arrow. The Wolf's lines were breaking when I heard the fresh horses of the Swan thunder across the field. I dismounted and joined my footmen. The Swan crashed into a meager defense and drove deeper than intended. Uri's banner flipped sideways, infantry to engage. I called out, and my men followed with horses guarding our flanks.

The three infantries met as one, my blade swinging at anyone who chose to bar my way to Sacor. The Wolf's forces were crumbling, and small pockets of men begged to surrender. We gave quarter to all who disarmed, and continued carving a bloody path to the command banners. That is where I found the foul cur.

Sacor Uberson stood behind only four swordsmen, a king only in title now. He wore a long black mustache, each end hanging below his chin and sporting beads. It looked comical on the battlefield. I edged towards him, my armor sporting his men's blood.

"Come Sacor, let us finish this," I called. I had no desire to kill anyone else but him now. The battle was over. I turned quickly at the sound of a horse and smiled as Uri rode up.

"Forgive me, my Brother," Uri called as he dismounted, "I should have been here sooner." His beard was gone. It was a shocking sight, more so than his blood-covered armor. He smiled, "Your messenger seemed to have gotten himself lost along the way."

"Family is never late, my Brother," I said strongly. I added my smile to his.

"Your villagers seemed to think otherwise," Uri said, "I collected many a messenger as we traveled." I chuckled at the thought. I was only the land's steward - they were the kingdom.

"You wish this fool dead?" Uri asked, pointing at Sacor with his blade. We turned to see more horses arriving, more of our men. Sacor's swordsmen looked to be having second thoughts about their loyalty.

"Aye, dead," I agreed ,"send your guard off Sacor, they can do nothing but die here now." Sacor was silent. A fool until the end.

There were twenty or so of our men gathered now; four still on horseback. It seemed a waste to kill his guard.

"Send them home to your wife, Sacor," This from a large man, bigger than Uri, but with graying hair. Sacor did not budge, feeling safer behind his wall of men.

"King Targathian, King Southerson," Uri introduced me to the Swan. King Targathian dismounted and walked toward me.

"Well met King Targathian, and my thanks," I said. I held out my gauntleted hand to his. We shook as kings, both smiling at the victory.

"You men," Uri addressed the four swordsmen, "he dies today whether you do or not."

"My King wishes to bargain," the swordsman on the left announced. Sacor was a bigger fool than I had thought.

"He demanded my head, my queen's, my two children's and two ladies' of my court, sir Knight," I said calmly, "Where do you wish me to start the negotiations?" I could see his eyes shifting to his brethren. They had not known of Sacor's demands. "Do you think he will trade your lives for his?" I asked.

"Kill them!" Sacor commanded as he began to back away. I sighed and raised my blade. The swordsman on the left dropped his blade and spat on it. The others, encouraged by his example, dropped theirs. Sacor didn't even have a blade to drop.

"Pick up a blade man!" Uri called, "are you a king or not?" Our men cut off his retreat. There was fear in his eyes now that his wall was gone. Uri shook his head and walked toward him, holding out his own blade, handle forward, offered as an honor.

"You would allow him to shame you?" Sacor spat at Uri while pointing at me.

"Take the blade you fool," King Targathian said, "we can tell your son you died with honor."

"He cannot even satisfy your broken sister," Sacor continued. My anger flared and I moved forward quickly, but not quickly enough. Uri's blade moved at incredible speed as he turned his body completely around. When it settled, Sacor's head was separated from his body. Uri was breathing hard when he turned.

"Apologies, my Brother," Uri said, "that word now carries embarrassment for me." He meant it. Something had changed in Uri. Mayhap the thought of his sister at the end of that fool's blade.

"Dead is dead," I said as I sheathed my sword, "just as well you as me." King Targathian laughed and slapped the back of my armor.

"The fool comes all the way here to make war and dies a coward," King Targathian said, shaking his head, "he leaves his name shamed." I looked at the shocked swordsmen who had abandoned their weak king.

"I thank you gentlemen," I said sincerely, "I did not wish you to die for a cur such as he." They stared, unable to decide if they were in the right. "I ask that you return to Uberson castle and request what is left of his line to present themselves to me." They looked shocked at my request. It struck me they were used to a more ruthless King.

"I do not want their heads." I said clearly, "and I do not want to bring three armies to their doorstep, but I will not have his heirs warring with mine twenty years from now. Bring them back to me, or I will retrieve them myself."

"As you a say, my Lord," the swordsman who first dropped his weapon said. I pointed to their swords, and they quickly retrieved them. I turned my back and walked away, confident the battle was out of them.

I looked over the battlefield. Fewer had died than expected, but the losses were still high. The Wolf had absorbed the bulk of it, but we did not come out unscathed. Many good men died for that fool's desires. It took the better part of the daylight to tend to the wounded and collect our dead. We sent word back to quell the worry in the castle, but we stayed in honor of those we fought with.

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The sun was low in the sky when we returned to the castle. Angelica stood on the steps of the keep and formally welcomed the Kings to our home. Beside her was Liliana, Hamund, my mother and, surprisingly, Mylle and Alia. King Targathian met them warmly and spoke with my mother who he had met long ago.

Uri surprised us all. He bypassed Angelica and went straight to Mylle. Mylle flinched as he approached; history did not hold fond memories. Uri dropped to his knee before her.

"I wish your forgiveness, my Lady," Uri stated. I saw tears form in Angelica's eyes."I have been blind in my ways, and have only recently seen it." Mylle looked lost, it was beyond her experience.

"Of course, my King," Mylle stammered, "you have it." Uri smiled, stood and kissed her hand. Mylle covered her mouth, hiding a smile. Uri turned to his sister.

"My sister, I have..." Uri started, but Angelica leapt into his arms before he could finish. I saw her whispering in his ear. Whatever she said pleased Uri greatly.

"You have lost your beard, Brother," Angelica observed, running her hand along his clean chin.




The Marriage Ch. 09



"I was told it was an ugly thing," Uri informed her, smiling. I wondered who would have had the nerve to tell Uri his beard was ugly.

A set of seven armored riders, wearing the Swan's blue, rode into the bailey. The lead rider dismounted and removed the helmet, releasing a shower of curly hair the color of summer wheat. She was a tower of a woman, and approached with an attractive smile. She was at least a hand taller than I, and looked confident with the sword strapped to her side. Although it was wiped down, I saw remnants of blood on her armor. She had been in the thick of it.

"Ah," King Targathian said, "my daughter arrives." Uri's face lit up brightly.

"She has come," Uri told Angelica, who smiled at his face.

"You are smitten, Uri," Angelica offered sweetly.

"She is all I can think of," Uri said as he turned to Targathian's daughter. Their eyes met, and we could all see that the rest of us were invisible. I knew then who told him his beard was an ugly thing. Uri was in love.

"My Lady, " King Targathian, "may I present my daughter, Princess Edwena Targathian."

"You are most welcome," Angelica said sincerely, grabbing Edwena's hands. Edwena looked even taller next to my wife. "Most welcome indeed." Angelica looked between Edwena and Uri, her eyes dancing with delight. She, more than the rest of us, saw how Uri had changed. The bitterness was gone, Edwena had drained it from him.

"This is my nephew, Hamund" Uri said proudly, pulling Edwena along and ignoring protocol, "and my niece, Liliana." Hamund had never seen a woman so tall. Liliana seemed enthralled to see a woman in armor. Her eyes traveled along the fittings and the shape of the plates. I saw an impending battle with her - the thought of Liliana in armor was not desirable to me.

"I have heard much of you two." Edwena's smile grew as she took in my children. "Uri tells me he favors many cousins for you." Uri's face went red, Angelica laughed and Liliana was utterly in awe of Edwena.

"It is my pleasure to meet you, my Lady," Hamund said with a deep bow. His politeness fed my pride. Liliana gave a small curtsy, never taking her wide eyes off Edwena.

"I expected a boy and find a man. Well met, Prince Hamund," Edwena curtsied as much as her armor would allow. "And you, Princess, you have your mother's beauty." Liliana was made prettier with red cheeks.

"My crown's ward, Lady Mylle," Uri continued. I could see nervousness in Uri's posture, something I had never seen before. Edwena towered over the petite form of Mylle who curtsied before her.

"Lady Mylle, " Edwena said with reverence, "'tis you I wished to see most." Edwena took Uri's hand in hers, "Has this bear reconciled with you?" Angelica covered her mouth with her hand, I could see the corner of her smile.

"He has, my Lady," Mylle looked up into Uri's worried face, "and I have forgiven him." Her back was straight when she spoke. Uri's face cracked, and a grin appeared. Edwena matched his smile.

"Well then... Father, I will heed your word," Edwena said loudly, then she took Uri's head in her hands and kissed him hard. Uri wrapped his bear paws around her and lifted her and her armor off the ground in a small twirl.

"That is a first," King Targathian chuckled as he rolled his eyes. Everyone was staring at the embraced couple that had taken over the greeting. "Not that anyone is listening, but I would like to announce my daughter's betrothal to King Uri Douderson." Much had changed. It was good to have happiness as the order of the night after such a day.

I moved next to Alia, who had been forgotten in the all the excitement. I took her hand in mine, and brought her forward for formal introductions. I had no desire to hide her anymore. Angelica saw my desire and took Alia's other hand in hers.

"Uri, you have yet to meet Lady Alia, " Angelica said, "my sister in all but blood." Uri looked at me, and I saw a flicker of his old self. It faded quickly behind a smile.

"Lady Alia, it is an honor to meet you," Uri said with a deep bow. My insides were jumping about, but I remained a king on the outside.

"Lady Alia," Edwena said brightly as she took her hand. She leaned to Alia's ear and whispered something that made Alia blush.

"Of course, my Princess," Alia answered the unheard question. She wore that sly smile I had seen many times before. It was my mother who ended the greetings.

"We should show our guests to their rooms and allow them to freshen for dinner, my Queen," my mother said quietly to Angelica. Angelica would have been happy just being next to her brother for the rest of the night. I could see it in her face; she loved him more than she would admit. To have him back with her was a deep pleasure.

"Prince Hamund, be so kind as to show your uncle and King Targathian to the quarters in the west wing." Angelica took charge, "Princess Liliana..." Liliana interrupted quickly.

"Princess Edwena, there is a room open next to mine," Liliana said excitedly. I could see the worship in her eyes.

"That would be most lovely," Edwena replied, taking Liliana's hand. "Mayhap you could suggest what I should wear to dinner. You seem to have a better eye for fashion than I." They headed off, Liliana leading a giant, words flowing out of Liliana at a fast clip.

"I have been replaced," Angelica said with a smile as she watched her daughter recede.

"It only gets worse," my mother added with a chuckle. I took Angelica's hand in mine, and Alia's in the other. Mylle smiled and took Angelica's free hand. I walked my family, the one I thought shattered a few days ago, back to our rooms. I was sorely in need of a bath.

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"So you love her?" I asked Uri, knowing well the answer. We were alone, sitting on the balcony with a glass of wine well after dinner. The ladies were off scheming. It was made certain that I knew I was not welcome. I had gotten used to it. Love meant trust. I resolved to hire spies in the future.

"Gods! She is in my head day and night," Uri stated firmly, "I wake, and her face is there in my mind, the first thing I think of. It is an awful weakness."

"A pleasurable weakness," I said, raising my glass.

"Aye, most pleasurable," Uri agreed, raising his glass. We toasted to women. "Before her, I thought it all fleeting, a moment of lust then back to life. I did not know how deep it could go. My heart pounds just thinking about her." Uri took a drink. His love was forceful and needed a strong woman such as Edwena. "It was that, those feelings that shamed me. It is nothing that can be fought, only surrender to." He shook his head, "I do not understand Angelica and Mylle, yet if they feel half of what crawls through my blood, I was fool to stand in the way."

"Angelica is pleased to have you back," I said, "she cannot stop smiling."

"Gods! When they smile you want to give them the world," Uri announced as if I did not know. I laughed at his descriptions of how he felt. He was a completely different person. His father had hinted at it so many years ago. Life would have been simpler if he had met Edwena years ago. "How do you stand it? There are three of them, all seem set in your heart."

"Your father put it well," I said "he said I should pray that three women do not put me in an early grave." Uri laughed. I could see him remembering his father as he looked up at the sky.

"He always said you would make a better brother than enemy," Uri took another sip of his wine, "he was wiser than I shall ever be." I nodded, remembering my father as well.

"Do you suppose our children will say the same of us some day?" I asked. Uri shook his head.

"Hamund is already wiser than us both," Uri replied with a smile. Yes, he was a better brother than enemy.

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"What schemes are being hatched, my love?" I asked as I undressed Alia. Her dress dropped off her shoulders. I kissed the soft skin and followed it up her neck.

"You have no worries, my love," Alia answered as she shimmied her hips to help her dress find the floor. It was a pleasing shimmy. "Uri was the topic." I lifted my eyebrows. "Edwena's mother passed many years ago. She was seeking advice of us for the wedding night."

I smiled. "Uri will benefit greatly if you shared your skills," I said, fully not expecting her to smack my shoulder. Angelica was rubbing off on her. Then she smiled, and I would have given her the world had she asked.

"Mylle was most pleased to contribute," Alia added, "I suspect Edwena got wind of your skills as well." I ran my hand down her shoulder and cupped her breast. A most beautiful breast. I leaned down and kissed it and felt a tremor travel through her.

"Angelica and I have done some scheming," I informed her, "we feel we are secure on our throne." My lips traveled up her neck and found her lips. I kissed them softly. "She and I have agreed, things that were risky are no longer so." Alia giggled as I kissed her nose, then her eyes.

"Are we to be more public?" Alia asked. I smiled, and sat her on the bed. I ran my hand through her soft hair. The young chambermaid I had chased so many years ago was never as beautiful as the woman who sat before me now.

"I wish a child with you," I said softly.

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I was completely drained of life and dreaded the meal I had to attend. I was King, and we had guests. Guests who have given all to secure our kingdom. It was expected of me. I entered slowly, most were already seated, tea steaming in their mugs. Angelica gave me a worried expression as I was unable to stifle a yawn.

"You feeling ill, my son?" my mother asked, as I stumbled by her chair. I grunted a 'no' and continued to my seat.

"Trouble sleeping, my husband?" Angelica asked. I gave her a half smile as last night ran through my mind. It was mostly a blissful fog now. Any energy I had was sapped hours ago.

"Something like that, my love," I responded hoarsely. I grabbed a mug of tea, and promptly burnt my tongue on the hot brew. I sighed and tried to keep my eyes open.

"'Tis a glorious morning," Alia announced loudly as she entered the hall. "Have you viewed the sunrise? The colors are mesmerizing." How she looked so fresh was a mystery. Angelica covered the smile on her face and leaned to me.

"You asked her?" Angelica asked.

"She thought it a glorious idea," I replied, nodding. A silly grin formed on my lips as I watched Alia twirl around once before heading toward us.

"Is that a new dress, my Queen?" Alia asked, smiling, "it brings out your hair nicely. Good morn, Lady Mylle, Queen Mother." She continued as she passed my chair. Her hand dragged across my shoulders caressing my neck. She took the seat next to me with a large smile.

"Sleep well, Lady Alia?" my mother queried. Her eyes flicked to me, trying to decipher what was going on. I a mess, and Alia bright as a spring flower.

"A most pleasant night, Queen Mother," Alia responded. I felt her hand run up my thigh under the table. The woman was insatiable. My parts were in serious need of rest. She had secretly harbored the desire for a child, and I had let it loose. She had gotten it in her head that quantity was a necessity to guarantee success. I was doing my utter best to comply. I was beginning to think the early grave was a real concern, though it was not a bad way to go.

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A meeting of Kings was held a week later. Uri, King Targathian and I were joined by Angelica and Princess Edwena. Uri, ignoring history, insisted on the women attending. Angelica was most pleased. Edwena seemed to think it was to be expected. Queen and future Queen sat next to each other and looked on, waiting for me to begin.

"The disposition of Uberson is at hand," I started, "I have summoned the heirs, and they will arrive in a few weeks' time. A boy of nine winters now holds the crown; Talon, I believe his name is. He has a sister, Meredith, four winters older. Felica Darion Uberson, the Queen Mother, is acting Regent until he comes of age."

"I think the title is forfeit," King Targathian stated, "they should feel fortunate to keep their heads." Edwena agreed with her father by nodding.

"Then do we conquer their lands by default?" Uri asked. He placed his hand on Edwena's shoulder. "Is it to be our way?" Edwena reached up and placed her hand on top of her future husband's. He had asked in such a way to temper her father's words. Edwena smiled at him. She saw no fault in it.

"Ah," King Targathian reconsidered, "no one would begrudge us, but many would fear us. It would force others to collude to counter us. Vengeance may not be worth the future it could bring."

"I wish peace for my children's future." Angelica entered the conversation. "I will not have the young Talon grow to vengeance either." I could hear a mother's concern in her voice.

"Valid point," Edwena added, "it is our children we decide for here." Spoken like a future mother. Uri had swung the sword which took Sacor's head. It may well be his children that would feel revenge first.

"Then we must find a way to secure the crown's compliance, and not possess the lands," I agreed, "Uberson has a valuable trade port, mayhap we could devise a commerce agreement to benefit all, and make vengeance too expensive."

"Revenge grows without concern for money," King Targathian stated, shaking his head, "it is the mind we must change." Uri paced. I buried my chin in my hand. It was a perplexing problem. Small ideas entered my mind, then I discounted them.

"Make Talon my brother." Hamund was at the door, for how long I did not know. I looked up at my son, thirteen winters tall, thirty winters in voice. His face was confident, and he did not dodge my eyes.

"Your throne is secure," Angelica chimed in quickly, "you will marry for love." It had been something we had discussed. We had solved our marriage, we did not wish our children to be saddled with the issues we had endured. Uri looked at me and then at King Targathian. He saw merit in what Hamund was suggesting. I did also, but I would not gainsay Angelica in this.

"Promise me to Meredith," Hamund said, "bring Talon here as my brother. He will spend winters here and at Targathian and Douderson. We will make him family." I looked at Angelica whose thoughts strayed away from kingdom.

"My nephew has a point," Uri said. It was directed to all, but he was looking to Angelica. All knew she would decide.

"She may be a cow," Angelica said flippantly, "have three arms and missing a nose. She may hate you for the death of her father." Hamund smiled at his mother.

"She will do what is best for her family," Hamund responded, "as my mother and father have. Though I will reconsider if she has three arms, no nose and sprouts udders." Uri laughed, the rest of us tried desperately to hold it in. Angelica was not laughing.

"I do not wish a political marriage for you," Angelica admitted. Her only argument was that of a mother wishing love for her son. It was powerful.

"I wish to secure my family," Hamund said without fear, "a new port for trade and four kingdoms tied tight as family. It is my duty, is it not Uncle?"

"I will not gainsay my sister in this, Hamund," Uri said as he shook his head. He wished no more animosity with Angelica.

"Father?" Hamund looked to me for support.

"Aye, but your duty to your mother comes first," I said. All could see that we left it in Angelica's hands.

"It would be a good match," King Targathian said, "a buffer along the sea, and trade routes we have never accessed before. It would secure peace and prosperity for our peoples for years to come." Angelica gave him a cross look. He smiled and waved his hands in surrender. He would speak no more on it.

"I will be of age one day," Hamund said to his mother, "I may do it then of my own accord." Angelica sighed, then rose from her chair. She moved to her son and wrapped him in her arms. Hamund did not resist.

"You have grown when I was not looking," Angelica said sadly, "I will not stop your mind, but I must hear agreement from this Meredith's lips. I will not have you mired in a life of hate." She looked up to us. "It will be her lips, and her voice I will hear. There will be no threats or coercion to speed her way." Her warning carried weight. It would be as she said. She was my wife and the mother of my children. As King, I would see to it.

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The Queen Regent, Felica Darion Uberson, entered the main bailey with surprise on her face. The guard was out in full regalia, and our banners were flying high. Their numbers matched by Bear and Swan troops. A meeting of equals was demanded by me to meet my wife's desires. There would be no persuasion put forth, though we could demand it. Felica looked about as she was helped down from her horse by her retainers. She was not expecting a formal greeting.

"Welcome to Southerson," Angelica announced loudly, "we gladly share our house and hearth. Enter and be at ease."

"We most gladly accept," Felica replied. It sounded more like a question. She was at a loss as to why we were treating her as an equal. I began the introductions of myself and the two Kings. Felica greeted us with propriety. Her eyes remained wide and mistrusting. She turned and waved forward her son. The young Talon Uberson came forward. It did not look like he had traveled well.

"May I present King Talon Uberson," Felica said with more confidence. Talon bowed. I came forward and shook his small hand as best I could, wrist to wrist.

"Welcome, I am most happy you have come," I said. I had little desire to let the sins of the father drift to this small boy. I remembered Hamund being that small once. Felica moved closer to Talon. She still did not trust the proceedings. The other Kings also shook Talon's hand. Talon was silent and deferred to his mother.

"May I present my son, Prince Hamund Southerson," I said with a smile. Hamund came forward smartly and bowed deeply. He never ceased to make me proud. "And my daughter, Princess Liliana Southerson." Liliana loved the idea of formal greetings, and was all smiles. It allowed her to dress up for a purpose. She came forward and curtsied. Felica and the boy King accepted the greetings; Talon with stiffness, and Felica with some manner of distrust. Her eyes were moving between us all, trying to discern our intent.

"May I present my daughter," Felica stated formally, "Princess Meredith Uberson." Meredith did not have three arms, nor was she missing her nose. She had long raven hair like her mother, pale skin and was slim to almost fragile. Certainly not a cow. She stepped forward, and I saw fear I wished was not there. She was old enough to know the possible ramifications of her father's actions. She curtsied before us all and then stepped close to her mother, her eyes lowered to the ground.

"Princess Meredith," Hamund addressed her, "I wish you to be at ease. Know that the disagreements of our fathers will not extend to you. Of that you have my word." Meredith's eyes raised to look at Hamund, then to her mother. Hamund had confused her more than lightened her thoughts.

"And what of my son?" Felica demanded. Her eyes lit upon me, as if I would kill a young boy. I angered slightly, but my wife saw and interrupted before dislike festered.

"That is why you are here," Angelica said with a warm smile, "there are no lives at risk, only futures to be determined. In our walls, you are safe and hold the respect due your titles. Your retainers will be accorded the same." Felica looked to me, and I nodded assent. She looked at Angelica then back at me. I saw her apprehension so I moved to my wife and wrapped her hand in mine.

"My Queen and I speak as one, always," I said. Felica smiled. The first unencumbered emotion I had seen in her.

"I feel most welcome then," Felica continued, "I will hold my fears and trust your words." With the greetings over, the Ubersons were led to a suite of rooms set aside for them. Baths were drawn, and they cleaned from their journey. Later, we sent a runner to request the Queen Regent to attend a meeting with Angelica and me, alone.




The Marriage Ch. 09



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Felica entered the library escorted by Lucius who closed the door for our privacy. Her face showed surprise to see two ladies of court with Angelica and me.

"Queen Regent, may I present Lady Alia Targot," I said, lifting Alia's hand in mine, "she is the keeper of my heart." Felica blanched as Alia curtsied.

"Queen Regent, may I present Lady Mylle Paumera," Angelica said, while holding Mylle's hand, "she is the keeper of my heart." Mylle smiled and curtsied. I saw the mistrust building in Felica again.

"You show me this why?" Felica's hand was trembling. I think she saw it all as an expression of power she would soon take to her grave.

"I told you it would frighten her," Alia said, looking at me. "It is too much all at once." She looked toward Felica, "Do not look deep into this, my Lady. They tell you so you understand, that is all." Felica looked more surprised that Alia corrected me. 

"It is the truth we wish you to see, my Lady," I continued, "too much has happened trying to hide behind a veil of false propriety. If you are to deal with us, you must know all. True agreements cannot be forged if you are in the dark."

"Agreements? I am confused," Felica almost stuttered, "you will not impose your will on us?"

"If it comes to it, yes," I answered honestly, "I will not allow my kingdom to be threatened again. Douderson and Targathian are in agreement with this."

"You wish me to look past your...life?" Felica treaded carefully around my strange family. "And negotiate?" Mylle stifled a giggle at Felica's attempt to find words. It was good to see Mylle feeling secure enough to do so.

"We have options," Angelica chimed in, "one of which was brought forth by my son. I was hesitant to agree and am still so." Angelica gestured to a chair then sat herself. Alia, Mylle and I followed suit. Felica hesitated, then decided it was best she sat. 

"Your acceptance of our life would be a necessary condition to any agreement," I stated, "as is the unfettered agreement of your daughter."

"I came here thinking my children's lives were in peril. My husband's guards insisted it would not be so, but still I feared." Felica looked among us, her eyes wide. "Now you confirm what is rumor and wish me to leave it in the hands of my daughter? What do you wish of her?"

"It is what my son desires," Angelica said with a wave of her hand, "I was not happy with it, but I could not deny what he would claim in time when he comes of age."

"Prince Hamund does not take his duty lightly," Mylle added. Felica's eyes moved quickly to Mylle, then back to Angelica. We had created something quite different than what she was used to.

"Do they speak as one as well?" Felica asked me. I smiled and almost chuckled.

"No, they speak their own minds," I replied as I absently patted Alia's hand, "their counsel is not darkened by politics. You would be remiss to ignore it." Alia smiled at me - I really liked that smile.

"What does your son desire?" Felica asked. I could see she was dreading the answer.

"Princess Meredith," I answered. I had shocked her again.

"You would hold her hostage?" Felica nearly shouted. I could see Angelica's ire rising. She was against this, but to impugn her son's honor was too much.

"We would never!" Angelica shouted, venom spewing. It was Mylle's hand that calmed her.

"Prince Hamund wishes to marry her," Mylle stated smoothly, "he desires to make you family." I thought Felica's heart would give out.

"It is part of a solution," I added. Felica tried to speak and failed. Her eyes traveled away from us as her mind digested the conversation. It was not what she had expected. I could see the thoughts settle in, then her face became sad.

"She will be hated," Felica said softly. She looked up, and I could see distress in her eyes.

"That is my thought as well," Angelica said, "I will not have my son unhappy for a lifetime."

"Mayhap we should let them decide," Alia said, "it was the prince who devised the plan, and his honor is true. The princess may see much in the match."

"You would force this?" Felica asked me.

"Never," I answered, "my Queen will not allow it if Meredith is against it. Nor will she tolerate our interference in Meredith's decision."

"Am I allowed to talk to her?" Felica asked. She looked to Angelica.

"Of course," Angelica replied, "her mother should have a voice. I have mine with Hamund, though he is growing into his own mind faster than I desire."

"You are not our prisoners here," I added, "your family is yours. We will do what is necessary to assure our security. My son wishes to make your son his brother. They could grow into their kingdoms together."

"You will allow Talon his crown?" Felica asked with surprise.

"That is my son's plan," I answered proudly, "we do not wish to be seen as conquering, and we do not wish Talon to grow with hate, backed by power. Too many have died already."

"It is strange what you have here," Felica said looking between us, "that you allow your Queen a voice is foreign enough to me." I placed my hand over Angelica's as Felica spoke. "If Meredith chooses against this, what happens then?"

"I will not allow your son to hold his crown," I said truthfully, "you and your family would do what you see fit without title. Mayhap return to your birth place." Felica nodded and thought for a moment.

"I will counsel Meredith against this, but leave her her mind," Felica stated, "I do not wish her to feel compelled if it would cost her her happiness." She looked to Angelica. "We are of like minds. Our children will make the choice of their own will." Angelica smiled.

"Then, my Lady, we have naught to worry about but dinner," I said, "my daughter insisted on musicians, so I suspect it will run long." I added a smile and rose from my chair. The women followed.

A clash of arms rankled my ears, swords most likely, from down the hall past the library. I ran, the women following at a slower pace. I feared some retribution was being enacted on the Wolf's entourage. I rounded the corner to find Talon squared off against Hamund, swords striking amidst smiles. Uri was off to the side next to Meredith and Edwena.

"You must hold the tip higher, young King," Uri instructed, "Hamund will best you if you let it drop." Talon raised the tip of his sword, though I could see his young arms strain with the weight. Hamund swung easily, and allowed Talon to block. I smiled as Talon committed to an off balance counter strike. Uri ran forward.

"No, you must step with your lead foot if you are to remain balanced," Uri said as he bent down and physically moved Talon's right foot forward. Talon nodded and tried again when Uri stepped back. Hamund feigned a difficult block and fell back as Talon tried again. "Much better," Uri praised. Talon smiled and then saw his mother. His face dropped as did the tip of his sword.

"He is being careful, Mother," Meredith stated quickly, "I was watching." Felica looked between her children, then at Uri and Hamund.

"I will hold his well being in your hands," Felica said carefully. Talon smiled and raised his sword again.

"There will be no blood, my Lady," Uri stated with humor, "mayhap bruises, we are men after all." Talon's back straightened at the statement, pride entered his eyes. I suspected he had not been allowed a sword before this day. I saw a brief smile cross Felica's lips, but it disappeared quickly.

We turned to walk away and Felica leaned toward me. "You would have the man who swung the fatal blow teach Talon?" She whispered quietly, away from her children's ears. I could see her concern.

"This is their doing, not mine," I replied, "though we will either be family or not. Do know that your husband's last words were to insult my Queen, Uri's sister. If I would have reached him first, the end would have been no different." I could see Felica retreat into herself for a moment.

"Sacor rarely kept his thoughts private," Felica sighed. I saw resignation in her. It was welcome and regretful at the same time. It is not good to feel your future is not wholly your own. I felt it once, when Sacor held us behind our walls.

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Some in court were less than pleased with the crown's direction. Their view was apparent at the banquet that commenced that evening. The following eyes and whispers unnerved Felica. Liliana and Hamund seemed to do well shielding Meredith and Talon from noticing. It was not that they cared about the politics, though I believed Hamund understood too well, it was just the way of children wishing to be happy.

My mother did well in allaying Felica's fears and lead the conversation away from politics, and into the realm of current fashion and the humorous new collars some women insisted were desirable. Liliana disagreed heartily. She found the collars intriguing. Meredith and Mylle backed Liliana's opinion, Alia joined my mother and Felica in finding them less attractive. They all looked to Angelica to solve the impasse.

"It is for the men we wear such things," Angelica said with a smile, "what is your opinion, my King?" She looked at me, not wanting to choose sides in the debate. I wished to not come between my love and my daughter.

"Princess Edwena," I asked judiciously, "you surely have an opinion on this thorny issue. What do you think of the large collars?"

"It is Princess Liliana who knows of such things," Edwena stated as Liliana smiled proudly, "I would defer to her." She looked to Uri, "Would you like to see me in tall collars?" Uri was caught with a mouthful of roast duck, never figuring he would be drawn into a fashion discussion. I had to chuckle at his preview of married life. He finished chewing, the whole table waiting for his response.

"I find you lovely in armor, my Princess," Uri said. He was learning fast. "Lady Mylle always seems to have the right of it. I would see you in large collars, though it would be difficult to improve on such perfection." Edwena beamed and kissed his cheek. Mylle stared at Uri who gave her a quick smile. She was not used to Uri acknowledging her.

King Targathian quickly sided with my mother, mentioning that he would prefer Edwena's wedding dress not be high-collared. Angelica folded into her brother's opinion, not caring about collars, only his acknowledgment of Mylle. Talon quickly stated he found the collars funny, backing his mother.

I could not imagine a collar covering Alia's tantalizing neck. It seemed safe to define my desire since all had chosen their camp. I joined my love and voiced my dislike of the collars. Liliana pouted and told me I was just old. That brought laughter.

"What is your opinion, Prince Hamund?" Meredith asked. All at the table turned to my son. He looked about at the interested faces.

"It is not the clothes that matter," Hamund answered, looking only at Meredith, "it is the person who they wrap that is beautiful." My boy, turned man, turned philosopher. I was not sure if it pleased me to see him so old. I knew it would disappoint me if he was a boy again.

"Here, here!" King Targathian called. Uri raised his glass, and we all toasted Hamund's diplomacy. An answer none of us could disagree with. Meredith's eyes did not leave Hamund until she realized she was staring, at which time her eyes found the table and redness filled her cheeks.

"He is older than he looks," I heard Felica whisper to Angelica.

"I sometimes miss my boy," Angelica responded in kind. I felt the same.

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Mylle found Angelica and me returning from a ride two weeks after the banquet. We had stabled our mounts, and were looking forward to a bath. It was a council day, and my afternoon was well planned by Sir Balen.

"I found Princess Meredith crying by the privy," Mylle informed us, "she is with Alia now who is trying to console her."

"Has someone hurt her?" Angelica asked, alarmed.

"No, my love," Mylle said quietly, "it is her own mind doing it. She is shamed by her father and thinks herself unworthy. Prince Hamund has not told her all. She likes him, but thinks herself below his station. It tortures her to think on it." I rolled my eyes. Women have a strange sense of their feelings. Angelica saw my eyes and sighed.

"Men go to anger," Angelica said, "where women see tears. It was not long ago when a Prince was going to end his family for a chambermaid. Do not think Alia was dry-eyed when you were ready to slay the world." I felt the fool for a moment, until my wife smiled at me. "We will talk with her," Angelica told me. Equals? Not in this.

We found Alia consoling Meredith in the library. Meredith quickly wiped her face and stood when we arrived. She curtsied and made to leave the room; I could see her embarrassment. I felt useless amongst the women.

"Please stay," Angelica said sweetly to Meredith. She used her calming voice, the one that could get me to join a carola. Meredith returned to her seat, and tried to look in control of herself. This was not a discussion she wished to have with Hamund's mother. "Why are you so distraught?" Angelica asked.

"It is nothing, my Lady," Meredith stumbled, "a silly thing; it is just my thoughts."

"Your eyes are red. It is never a silly thing if it brings tears," Angelica continued softly. Meredith looked to Alia and Mylle. She begged for help with her eyes.

"She fears Prince Hamund tolerates her for propriety," Alia said, "she wishes to know him better, and thinks her chances slim."

"It is wrong of me!" Meredith said quickly, "I will not think it again." She looked at Angelica and me, worried too much was risked with Alia's words.

"What has Prince Hamund told you?" I asked.

"Nothing, my Lord. I swear it." Meredith's face was shamed. "It is in my head. I see him wanting to tell me things, but he does not. He has done nothing improper - not even my chaperones have had to correct him." She was vehement in her defense of my son. My opinion of her changed at that moment. I desired to protect her as she protected Hamund.

"My dear," Angelica said with her charming voice, "if you are to become a woman you must find your mind. If my son has confused you, you must ask him his intentions." I watched the princess blanch at Angelica's words.

"I could not," Meredith said with fear on her face.

"You can wait for others to define you," Angelica continued, "or you can define yourself." Angelica smiled. "Men do not always express themselves well, mayhap my son is not an exception." I again found myself amongst women who pretended I was not there. Alia and Mylle were agreeing with Angelica with their nods. I felt the need to defend men, but stifled it. I was well outnumbered.

"You should consult your mother, my Lady," Mylle said, trying to help.

"She is not supportive of the time I spend with Prince Hamund," Meredith said, then her cheeks flushed and she quickly added, "it is the idea, not his honor, my Lady."

"She is your mother," Angelica said calmly, "it is her right to worry. I hold no ill will."

"I should just ask him, out loud?" Meredith asked. She was drawing support from the three women. I realized I was attending a full secret meeting, the first I had ever been privy to. It was no different than a war council, the enemy being supposed male ignorance.

"Aye, ask or you may never know," Alia added. Mylle was nodding her head with Angelica.

"Would he answer me, my Lord?" Meredith asked me, the only one not forgetting I was there.

"Most assuredly, Princess," I answered. Meredith nodded her head and stood.

"Then I take my leave, your Majesties," Meredith stated, curtsied and left with determination. I chuckled when she was out of earshot.

"She was in distress," Alia said, "there is nothing funny about it."

"It is Hamund I find funny," I said, "he is brave with many things beyond his years. I do believe talking to Meredith frightens him. Why else would he have not told her?"

"He is a man," this was said by all three as if it explained all. I feared to put up a defense being so well outnumbered. I suspect they held my silence as proof of their truth.

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Council went well that afternoon. Sir Balen was his usual efficient self and cut the requests to only the most pertinent. He used our guests as the excuse, and all seemed to understand. Felica had wished to attend and I allowed it. She had met Balen and his wife at a previous dinner, and was entranced by the subject of the commoner council sessions. It had benefited us well, and I was certain it would work well elsewhere. Even Uri, a staunch traditionalist, was wavering on holding his own in Douderson. I believed it was more Edwena's influence than ours.

After the council, the kings, my family and the Ubersons waited at the banquet table for dinner. We were yet to be joined by Hamund and Meredith. An absence well-noted by Felica. I had some wine brought around, and runners sent for the prince and princess. Uri turned to me.

"This Tavia, you know of it?" Uri whispered. I nodded. Uri continued, "Lady Mylle has me eight games to one. I would know what you know. I must make a better showing." I grinned, thinking how things had changed.

"I swear she has cut deals with the gods," I whispered back, "she always rolls what she needs." Uri laughed. I believe he was happy he was not the only one losing.

"Let her have her victories," Alia, overhearing us, whispered to the two of us.

"We allow her nothing," Uri said, "she takes them without effort." Alia laughed. It was good to see her happy.

"We must learn this game," Edwena chimed in. I saw looks passing between the women. I believe they enjoyed us being beaten handily by Mylle. It was then that our missing children entered the hall.

Hamund, smiling from ear to ear, had his hand held forward. Meredith, her eyes only on Hamund, had her hand laid atop his as is proper. They strolled forth, not unlike a memory of when I first escorted Angelica into the hall. Behind them, Uberson retainers followed - Meredith's chaperones. The hall went quiet, and all heads turned as the couple strolled with purpose to the main table.

Hamund escorted Meredith toward King Talon who was waiting impatiently for dinner, as a child of eight winters was wont to do. Hamund released Meredith's hand and bowed very deeply. "King Uberson," Hamund announced loudly, "it is my want, if you will allow, to declare my desire to marry your sister, Princess Meredith Uberson, at the proper time and claim you as my brother." There were gasps in court, but they were outnumbered by the smiles. Meredith seemed about to float away. Talon looked to his mother.

"I would like Prince Hamund as my brother," he said to his mother. I grinned at how he had ignored the part of marrying off his sister. I think he saw a lifetime of sword duels with Hamund.

"Princess Meredith Uberson," Felica queried formally, "I give you your will. What is your desire in this?" I could see, as did everyone else, the answer written on her face.

"I wish it more than anything," Meredith answered more loudly than she intended. Felica smiled, bent down and whispered to her son. Talon smiled as she spoke in his ear. Talon stood when Felica finished.

"Prince Hamund...Southerson," Talon was speaking loudly, but you could see him glancing at his mother for support, "I would be honored to..." Felica whispered in his ear again. A few stifled chuckles could be heard, but it did not stop Talon, "honored to join your family to mine if your sire allows." Talon smiled when he got it out. Felica gave him a wink of pride. All looked to me as I stood.

"You have received the answers you desired, Princess?" I asked. I do not know why I wasted the time. Mayhap to prove to all that I had attended a secret meeting. Meredith's hand closed around my son's.

"Yes, your Majesty," Meredith said, her smile growing larger, though it seemed hardly possible. "It is better than I could have hoped." I could not hold my smile when Hamund's eyes met mine. I could see his desire. I held my hand out and Angelica, who, without prompting, rose and laid hers across mine.




The Marriage Ch. 09



"Are you satisfied, my Queen?" I asked for all to hear. We were equals, and the world would know it.

"Most satisfied, my King." Angelica smiled at Hamund. She saw the happiness in him and Meredith.

"Does the alliance agree?" I called to Uri and King Targathian. They both rose and gave their resounding assent. "King Talon Uberson, we would be honored to join your family to ours." Any naysayers were stifled by the resounding cheers that filled the hall. The court saw the benefits of ignoring revenge, and grasping at a grand future.

The dinner turned into a celebration. Liliana was thrilled with the idea of a new sister, and spent a great deal of time discussing wedding plans with Meredith. It was years away, but to them only moments.

Felica moved to a seat next to me when dessert was being served. The most pleasant smell filled the room as cinnamon tarts were being brought around.

"I would know your plans for Talon and Uberson, my Lords" Felica asked Uri, King Targathian and me. Now that the marriage was settled, I could see her mind work on the future. She was no fool, and did not think her daughter could settle all.

"We would like Talon to winter with each of us in turn," I responded, "learn our ways and know us as family." I worded it to sound more like a request than a demand. She accepted it for the politeness that was intended.

"That does seem reasonable," Felica agreed, as if she had a choice, "I wish to stay with him if I am welcome." I smiled and the other kings did as well.

"Of course," I responded. It was always the intent, but it was nice to see her mind work it out.

"A regent that we could all agree on would be necessary if I am not in Uberson," Felica added. Her mind worked quickly. She had known our thoughts all along. If Meredith's mind was as strong, Hamund would benefit well in the future.

"Commander Kancraft, an honorable man, would do well," I suggested. Felica nodded.

"I have met him and do find him honorable," Felica stated, "but a softer hand may be necessary. Someone more attuned to the thoughts of men, politics and the kingdom at large." I was surprised at her dissent. She was planning something I was not quite sure I could agree to. I only wanted this to appear to be a negotiation.

"Sir Balen Herdsman is such a man," Felica said, "I have been watching him, and feel he could convince all of Uberson without having to step too hard." I smiled. Her mind was truly quick. She was worried about sending a military commander as Regent. She knew her people and did not want to give them reason to fight the necessary changes. She wished Talon to rise as a strong king.

"That would be agreeable," I replied happily. I would be able to throw a whole wagon of luck to the sheepherder. I found the idea most pleasurable. Felica smiled as the basic logistics were solved. I wondered if Sacor ever listened to Felica. I suspected not, or much of what happened would not have.

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Hamund, Uri, King Targathian and I met in the library. I poured wine for all as my father had done for me so many years ago. The ladies had taken Meredith off for a meeting of their own. We toasted the impending marriage and to women in general. It pleased Hamund to join us. I remembered when I had first joined a toast with Kings. It was life-changing. I dearly hoped it was for Hamund as well.

"You must have had quite a talk with your Princess," King Targathian mentioned to Hamund.

"She did seem awfully smitten," Uri added. I smiled thinking of Meredith's smile.

"She had surprised me by demanding my intentions," Hamund admitted, "I had meant to tell her, but it never seemed the right time. In truth, I was not sure she would agree." It was good to see my son was human. For a while there, I feared he was made of stone.

"She must have been impressed with your answer," I titled my glass to him as I spoke. He smiled.

"I told her I intended to make her my future queen," Hamund said proudly, "and we would rule as equals."

My wine spilled as I laughed.

The End