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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 29, 2008 22:46:44 GMT -5
Brone smiled. At least she seemed glad it was his baby. That certainly made things easier, but it made Tobias that much more of a threat. If he found out... He'd probably find a way to abort the baby, if not just kill Serena. Either was a bad option. Brone was not sure if he could handle a baby. He wondered if they should marry then too, just in case. Not like anyone would care if he had a child out of wedlock. But if it was a boy, even if he married Serena later, could he ever be king? Could he save his child from his own fate of forced linage. or would the child want to king and kill anyone he could to get the crown? He doubted he would give life to a murderer, but who knew.
"Hey hey lady, no streanous activity, I'm going to put pinching me under that category." He was teasing her now. But then he gave her a gentle smile and kissed her softly. "Sorry I made you sick, but I know you enjoyed making him, her, it...." He laughed and shook his head. Who could and would they tell? Maybe no one until this whole thing with her old lover was done.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 29, 2008 23:12:11 GMT -5
"I'll pinch you as much as it makes me happy," she playfully pouted, making herself feel a bit better by not thinking about everything that can, would, and has gone wrong within the last twenty-four hours. It was just easier that way and she could focus on being happy with their little secret. She wasn't going to show for awhile, that would give them time to try and figure out what to do. Might even keep it entirely a secret. It never occurred to her to think about what their child might be obligated to do, depending on if it was a girl or a boy. At least not just yet.
She giggled knowingly about his little tease, nodding and moving to nuzzle his neck. "Yes... I did enjoy every...little...second of it... And I'm definitely not complaining either... Still mad you got me sick." She was keeping it lighthearted, even as she pushed back a yawn. She was overly tired still and felt like napping. Plus she could drink a cow if she had the chance. "I'm really hungry..."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 29, 2008 23:23:58 GMT -5
"Come on princess, they have blood in the kitchen for just this sort of emergency." He said getting out of bed after kissing her forehead.Brone meant 'princess' like a pet name but he realized, if they got married, that's what she would be. He threw on a pair of pants and and shirt. She still had her clothes on from yesterday, he doubted anyone would notice. "I'll try and take the day off, we'll just say that the magic made you sick, no details yet. But you'll need blood every hour..." Brone was almost talking to himself. "We can talk about the baby, and Tobias, whenever you feel up for it. For now, just try to rest a bit. We'll go get you some food..." He stopped and suddenly laughed, shaking his head.
He looked at Serena, smiling. "I really don't wear any mask for you do I?" It was a rhetorical question, but he had never realized just how open he was in front of her. He could ramble like an idiot without it seeming strange.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 29, 2008 23:48:18 GMT -5
All Serena did was laugh softly at him and wait until he had on some clothes before slowly slipping off of the bed and getting to her feet. She wasn't as dizzy as she was last night, but still weak just enough to need to keep her arm slipped around Brone's. It was cute when he rambled, but it was also heartwarming that she always got to see a side of him that no one else knew about, or rarely got to see. Just showed her how much she meant to him and it made her love him that much more.
"Take me to the kitchen, please? Feed your poor, sick lover?" she asked with puppy dog eyes, just messing with him. She wasn't going to go by herself, and she already disliked the idea of being in bed all day. Next best thing? Spending as much time as she could with the father of her child.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 29, 2008 23:55:21 GMT -5
Bone laughed but held his arm around her as he walked to the door. "It would be my pleasure, need me to carry you?" He asked, half kidding and half completely serious. He did not want her to strain herself, nor did he want to leave her alone at any given moment. Materializing would have been faster, but he wasn't sure if it was safe. very pregnant vampires weren't supposed to materialize, but what about right now?
Brone walked slowly and as they passed a servant in the hall, Brone stopped her, it was female servant this time and she seemed to eye Serena critically and look at the prince with devotion. He almost laughed. But he told her to send someone down to the kitchen to receive a letter from him. Brone knew writing his father saying that he would not be doing anything today would be safer than sending an oral message.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 30, 2008 0:10:26 GMT -5
Serena shook her head to being carried at first, then changed her mind and nodded, liking the idea. Well, if she was going to have to rest for who knows how long, then she was going to milk it for all it was worth. Besides, she liked being that close to him, with her arms around his neck, curling against him. The servants would be able to tell that she wasn't feeling well, but nothing else. So it didn't bother her.
What bothered her was the female servant that he stopped to get someone to carry a letter. She didn't like how the girl looked at her, and definitely didn't like how she looked at Brone. Her grip around his neck tightened, and she glared at the girl until she hurried along her way. That was when the thought of marriage hit her and she groaned very very softly. "I have a feeling that the female servants definitely wouldn't like me much if for one reason or another I stayed here permanently," she whispered in his ear, not bothering to hide the grumpiness in her voice. Yes, she was jealous. Brone was hers... All hers....
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 30, 2008 0:17:46 GMT -5
Brone laughed and scooped her up into his arms. he liked her there. Her body right against his, the closeness was wonderful, her scent--though it was hard even for a vampire to distiguish between vampires scents, but he knew her so well. Her hands soft on his neck. And since he'd be getting no sex until at least the magic wore off, he'd take what he could get.
"Don't worry about her," Brone said. "It's not my fault I'm good looking." he said, his lips curling into a smile. "I have eyes only for you, I sure as hell don't need to sleep with my staff, I never have." He said. Technically that wasn't quite true, he had once, but that was a dark story. one he'd rather not share.
The were close to the kitchen now. It smelled so human here. They could not have vampires with the food. Humans would never eat what vampires did, so no worries about losing inventory. "Blood for the lady." Brone said setting her down in a chair, his prince mask on tight. He could smell the fear of the slaves in the room.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 30, 2008 0:33:37 GMT -5
"Uh huh... Better only have eyes for me... Too damn sexy for your own good..." Okay, so she couldn't keep in the laugh that was brewing before she even finished the sentence. She knew just how sexy he was and he proved it to her many, many times... She reached up and lightly scratched his scalp after running her fingers through his hair. Her Brone. All hers.
The closer they got to the kitchens, the more her hunger grew, but so did the nausea. It was the scent of fresh blood that was making her hungry, but for some reason the stench of humans wasn't exactly her cup of tea at the moment. Perhaps because witches basically were just that: humans with magic. And magic was still in her system, and her system did not like human. Either way, she wrinkled her nose at first, but then licked her lips instead. She couldn't help it, the promise of blood was far too overwhelming. And she needed it. "Do you think anyone would miss a slave?" she murmured, not caring that she was loud enough for them to hear. That wasn't her main concern at that moment.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 30, 2008 0:42:38 GMT -5
Brone laughed too. "I am too sexy for my own good, everyone wants me, consider yourself lucky." He teased. Brone needed only her, he'd been a fool to think otherwise. The prince's smile disappeared though. His face getting more tense and cold looking as the descended the stairs.
The male slave closest to them flinched at her words and rushed to a large container where they kept the blood. He set it down for Serena, bowing deeply to Brone and disappearing, obviously feeling sick and scared with both blood and vampires in the room. brone said nothing but got up to get some paper and an inkwell from a cabinet, his mother wrote letters down here, who knew why, but he knew where everything was. He just prayed his father would not get mad, but how to begin, to explain? Brone looked at the blank sheet wordlessly.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 30, 2008 1:15:51 GMT -5
Serena waited until the slave disappeared before taking the bottle and opening it. At first she made a face from the simple fact that the blood was slightly cold, for storage reasons she was sure, and because it was no longer running frantically through veins. But that didn't keep her from downing half of the bottle within a few seconds, only a tiny drop escaping her lips to stain her skin along her chin. A soft sigh left her lips as she lowered the bottle, closing her eyes just for a moment. That was exactly what she needed, her nausea gone for the time being.
Opening her eyes again, Serena let her gaze settle on Brone, watching him stare at the paper. It was harder to read him around the others, when he had the mask of a prince on for all to see. He was...troubled? Or just didn't know what to say. "Need help?" she asked out loud, a little bit of strength returning to her voice.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 30, 2008 1:31:10 GMT -5
Brone shrugged. "Well, my father is a powerful man, my mother would accept my absense in a moment. She understands. My father is all logic, all power. He will not accept my request to spend the day with you based on sentiment." He spoke low, so now human--if they returned--would hear him. "I do not know how to make things clear without telling him everything. About your witch turned vampire ex-lover who wants you back at any cost and that you have my child. No doubt he'd say to kill you or exile you because that would be easiest. But I am not as cold as him, no matter how I come off to be like him." He said, not really believing he had admitted all that, even to her. Brone knew he could be calculating and he could be cold, but what he knew--and he gave credit to Aarya for making him see it-- he did have a heart. He needed to know that before he met Serena. To know he could love before he really could. No wonder he though he loved Aarya, she taught him he had emotions, that was all. It all fit together and for a moment, he smiled.
"You know what, I'll write my mother, she will know what to say to my father. I trust her, is that alright with you?" His father would kill him if he could see him now. Asking a woman what she thought. Brone's pen hesitated above the paper. The baby and her love was her business, his mother maybe would not need all the facts, but he needed someone.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 30, 2008 9:51:27 GMT -5
"You're right, you're not like your father. Or a witch would have been the end of us a long time ago," murmured softly to him, keeping her voice just as low. She reached up and tucked back his hair, letting her fingers briefly brush along his jawline before going back to sipping the rest of her blood. His mother sounded like the only person they would be able to trust, at least for now. She didn't know of his siblings, nor did he speak of them very much. She could only assume that, for their own safety, perhaps relying on his mother to protect their secret would be enough for now.
"If you believe that your mother won't cast me into a flaming pit once you tell her what she needs to know, then it's alright with me. Just... be careful if you think speaking of Tobias may be helpful in keeping you here with me." Just for while he was writing, she folded her arms on the table and rested her head on it, but not after finishing off the bottle first. Her eyes were on him, but her body really wanted a nap.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 30, 2008 10:14:04 GMT -5
Brone could only nod slightly and his pen hit the paper to explain the situation with as little detail as he could manage. He was changing round the facts slightly, but it was for their safety. Spilling his guts on the page would not solve anything here, he knew that.
Dear Queen,
I, your son Brone, request to be relieve of my duties for the day to take watch over my lady. In the night, Serena and I were attacked by a very powerful witch turned to be one of us. The magic still is affecting her, perhaps more so because she is also carrying my child. I beseach you to keep this news to yourself, since the witch seems to have enamored himself with my lady and therefore is of a high risk. Tell the king what you see fit.
Brone
He folded the letter, and as if on cue, a servant entered the room and he handed him the letter. "To the Queen." He said with a nod, and the man bowed out of the room. Then he sighed and looked at his lover, she looked so tired. "I imagine we should get you back, but we should bring some blood up with us so you don't have to keep coming down here I suppose."
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Dec 30, 2008 19:20:16 GMT -5
As he wrote, Serena closed her eyes, drifting in and out of sleep rather quickly. The new blood was more than likely going to help dilute the magic until ti faded away completely, and she could already feel the effects lessening. Now all that was left was drowsiness. She barely was aware when the servant came and went with his letter, at least until Brone spoke again to her and she opened her eyes once more. Her goal to watch him write the letter obviously wasn't even met, for she didn't remember falling asleep.
"Sounds like a good idea... I could use another nap." Sitting up again, she started to stand, but then fell back into her chair, light headed. There was the lightest of mists in her mind and she blinked, trying to shake it away. Then...there was a flash of trees, shadows, and Tobias. His voice was a brief whisper in her mind, just of her name. "Serena..."
"Brone... He's nearby... Calling me..."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 30, 2008 23:05:57 GMT -5
Brone watched her face and the words it him like a wave. No matter what his mother said he was going to watch her. He would not let her go to him, no matter what, especially now that he was carrying a baby, his baby, their baby. Not that he quite wanted to be a father, but would not kill anything that was a part of himself. he would not lead it to death. Without a word, as a graveness set upon his face, He took Serena's hand firmly in hers. "He may be calling, but he's not getting anything." He said darkly. How could Tobais affect her long range? Without seeing her? "Where is he?" Would she know?
Brone lifted a case of bottles under his arm as he took her from the room. She'd need blood every hour because of the baby, and if Tobais could reach her in the kitchen, they were not staying there.
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