His chambers were elegant with beautiful gold and red tapestries hanging from the grey stone walls. A large 4 poster bed sat in the middle of the room, almost a mocking horror of where she would undoubtedly sleep. Pedestals held up ornate vases with unique flowers, that she had never seen before, circled the bed in unison with tall candelabra stands melting heaps of wax onto the stone floor. Novak was glad to be home, he sat on a settee and removed his boots. He lit the fireplace and sat relaxed at ease. Talyis's eyes shifted from the bed to Novak, heat burning her brow with contempt.
"There is a reason why you cant find a queen-" she mocked with forced laughter.
"You little insolent girl, you have caused enough trouble for one day. I advise you to be quiet," Novak voice rumbled like a prelude to an erupting volcano. He was just trying to relax, keep his mind off of losing his comrade but she was at it again. He had thought that the meadow would have taught her something about who was in control.
"I will curse the day you were born, everyday," she blasted.
Novak sat unmoved, "Then you will have a hard time."
"I will survive," she snuffed and crossed her arms in haughty protest.
"That you will."
He so enraged her, his smugness as if she was won. She cursed herself for dropping her guard in the meadow that afternoon. She glared at him and then turned to the bed and ripped all the bedding, flinging it onto the floor. Her feet stomped around, childishly, as she pulled the blue and white dress from her body leaving only her new shift. She jumped onto the bed and laid in the middle, outstretched by all limps.
"I suppose you want to take me," she hissed. He didn't respond, just sat relaxing by the fire. She wanted to throw one of priceless vases at him for ignoring her. She leaned on her elbows watching him preoccupy his thoughts with a stupid flame. A smug thought creased her lips into a smirk. "Not that you know how to please a woman."
Novak snickered to himself, ignoring her histrionics, and continued to let the warm fire cool his temper, "This coming from a woman who could not even look at herself to heal herself." He snickered again and then turned to Talyis looking at him from his bed. Her body outstretched mocked submission; and the adorable scorn across her face made her look more pouty than serious.
He stretched and rubbed his face. He shook his head too amused by her display that made her look ridiculous. She just watched him like a tigress. He found her constant battle with him increasingly charming. Forgetting that as a boy it caused him such insecurity. He removed his clothes, dropping them in the middle of the floor, and sauntered towards the bed giving her a shadowed reminder of his strength. She forced herself to stay calm and expressionless with deep measured breaths. He crawled up the bed from the bottom over her, forcing her to lay her head into the padding.
Their eyes transfixed on each other. A flurry of ingratitude, disdain and craze connected them. Their tense breaths matched in unison, Novak so close to Talyis, her body so available to his.
"You didn't know what pleasure was until today," he arched an eyebrow and a Cheshire a smile broke his heated glare. "In the meadow, you moaned and rocked your hips for me like a wanton street wench."
Talyis growled and slapped him hard across the face. Everything moved so quickly, a surge overtook the bed. Novak ripped the shift from her body and pinned her arms above her head, the tattered shreds of her shift lay open like wings. He rocked his hips into hers, fighting with her legs to keep her open to him. She screamed and thrashed her pride in opposition, but her very being screaming yes.
Novak held her still with his body heavy onto of hers, until she was weaken by her own fighting against his grip. He kissed her lips hard but fast and snaked his free hand down her belly to her apex, careful not to disturb his healing mark. Staggered breaths escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, trying to fight against her body's remembrance of Novak's wonderful touch. He splayed her labia and began to rub circles around her lips and buttoned clit. He could feel her stomach tense under him as everything was coming vividly unnerving to her. He smirked and continued his attack trying to make her move to his hand.
"Never," she muttered.
He smiled and groaned when he let his finger slip into her. She was hot and her pussy walls clenched his single digit silky and wet. He applied his thumb to her clit and massaged her. She caught her breath sharply when he lazily licked her nipple. He was hers and her body commanded him for more while squirming, moving in an ancient dance.
"I gave you pleasure," he whispered in between little gentle nips around her areola. "And you can have more pleasure," she sighed softly. He quickly allowed his patience cock its reward and entered her swiftly. Her entire body was like fire as he gave quick forceful thrusts. Her body began to mirror his dance, she was so close. A loud groan emanated from him as pulled out and came on her belly, he leaned close to her, "and if you are good, I will allow you to have that pleasure." She sucked her breath in shock and whimpered for more. He kissed her cheek and rolled off of her. He picked up a duvet and pillows that lay scattered on the floor, from the result of her tantrum and lay down next to her. Talyis was still sweating and panting, still in need.
***
Stone stairs towered above twisting and turning leading to corridors and royal chambers in the damp musty castle. Hesitant and reluctant feet moved her unwillingly upwards. The father despised his daughter though she loved him all the more. It was extremely hard for the king to realize his wife had died only leaving him with a daughter. She mocked him thoroughly each day resembling his lost wife and reminded him of his failure to save her. But the young girl was nothing like his lost heart, she was prideful, spoiled and extremely intelligent. So each night she stiffened her back, learned to bite back the tears and endurd the cool climb back to her chambers.
Life had changed so drastically within the course of a week. Her thirteen year-old playmate ran away, leaving during the middle of surveillance of a vagrant nomadic tribe camping on the outskirts of the village. By the end of the week, the nomadic tribe caught the Queen off guard on her visit to the village and killed her. The daughter was ten years old when she lost her mother. That was the day King Anorich stopped talking to his daughter.
King Anorich become reclusive and ruled the inside of the castle like a tyrant. The castle became cold and unwelcoming. The rich tapestries the Queen had woven were removed, leaving the castle dank and dark. It was a great struggle to shelter the villagers from the turmoil within their royal house. Talyis learned to take up her mother's mantel to care for her kinfolk and welcomed the chance to escape the bitterness of the castle by attending to their needs. Talyis grew up from the carefree girl floating about the royal gardens and learnt how to be a kind, resourceful leader.
King Anorich's plans of having a male heir to the throne where dashed with the death of his wife. It infuriated him when Talyis come of age, she refused to find a mate and birth a son to take the throne when he would depart from the world. He accused her of being selfish, a traitor to her people despite the fact she had greatly grown far from those youthful behaviors since her mother's passing. The father whom she loved turned silent again only to spark communion through arguments.
She lay in bed listening to the whistle of a draft enter through the stones of her bedchamber. Her sore heart welcomed the damp air to tickle the scorched heartbeats to a soothing nerveless tingle. Her arms tucked under her chin, she gazed out her window at the full moon. It was an orange hunter's moon, allowing what she held of her child-like innocence take her to strange lands where a hero was always kind and the gently ruled.
Her reverie was shallow when her door came crashing in and her bed was surrounded by angry voices. Every sense was heightened, the burn of her tresses being pulled, her ankles being shackled by calloused hands. Her eyes frantically searched in the dark to identify the faces of her assailants. She screamed for her guards but instead of words, her undecipherable high-pitched screams angered the shadows and her head was stoned against her headboard.
Talyis jumped up shaking, her lungs in panic. She looked around the room, not her room. She was in Novak's chambers again. She was sweating unto his sheets that she had clung to during the cold night. She had awoken back into her real and present nightmare. She wrapped the sheet around her body to investigate her new prison in daylight. Novak's rooms where more elegant daylight. Aricin artwork and craftsmanship was peculiar and hard to draw her eyes away from. She looked out one of the windows that overlooked a large lush green forest; another window looked out onto the castle sculpture gardens. The gardens were neglected and festooned of weeds hiding the elegance of a simpler time. She sighed with deep sadness looking through the last of the windows that pictured the small village below. Other than their unique style of roof work, it looked like her own village of complacent kinfolk going about their lives: trading, teaching, falling in love, loving. Regret brought tears to her eyes, maybe her father was right, if she would have married, she wouldn't be in this predicament. Her stubbornness to wait for love had cause fate to give her this mighty blow of punishment. She backed away from the window and sat on the settee.
