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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:55 pm
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The young man that held Emma at an appropriate distance to a waltz kept his eyes on Emma. The rumors were true about her personality and her looks, she was Hell in full form. His long blonde hair was tied back to a loose ponytail that rested on his back, his eye glasses at the tip of his noes as he kept a soft hold on her waist and her hand, "So you're the Emmaline everyone has been whispering about the last few months. I had heard you were available to be courted, I am proven wrong now of course."
He bent her low on one part of their dance, his warm breath tingling her neck, "Such a fiery glow within your veins, I am at a loss of words to describe the woman I see in my arms."
The crowd encircled the duo, watching them dance elegantly as he even allowed Emma to take the lead near the end of their dance. Finally, when the song finished, he pulled Emma closer to him, "I am Troy, Duke of Ethrogham and son of Saint Michael, one of the original vampires like your father."
Anya blushed at the attention Conrad was giving her while some actually stopped and stared at the two. She turned away from the on-lookers as her blush deepened on her cheeks, "C-conrad... They're staring at us.."
"You know, for a vampire from humble means you're kinda prude," Liam sat in Emma's throne, keeping his vision off the dance so he wouldn't become jealous.
"That's exactly why I am a prude," Anya narrowed her gaze on Liam, "People would expect me to be some type of harlot because my family were servants."
"It's good, i'm not saying it's bad I just think it's funny," Liam shrugged as he kept his gaze off of the dance, "You know, you act all classy and well-bred that people could mistake you for a Duchess or something."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 8:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 8:28 pm
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Anya cupped Conrad's cheeks before placing a long, heated kiss on his lips to show the females in the court that he was happily taken. She was just about to pull away to see if he'd dance with her, but a voice interrupted her actions, "Shall I address you as 'my lady' or 'my queen'?"
She turned to see the young man that had danced with Emma had approached the throne. Anya placed her hands on Conrad's shoulder as she eyed the man. He was dressed rather modernly compared to the others, but he scent of an original vampire. Perhaps he just wanted to keep up with the fashion of the time. Anya glanced back to Conrad, "Who is he?"
"I am Troy, Duke of Ethrogham and son of Saint Michael," Troy looked to Conrad, "My King, I believe you were good friends with my father at one point."
Troy then turned his attention back to Anya, "And if you are known as 'my queen', then I offer my humble blessings to your new role. Our people have been wishing for a gracious Queen."
Liam took Emma's hand and held her body against his as they danced. His lips roamed her shoulder and neck, a few passionate kisses in between their dance. It was as if everything was falling into place, but he was afraid of something happening. Emma was a wild one at heart, half breed or any type of breed. Losing her meant losing his own life, and he didn't want either of them to die just yet. Then again, that was more ironic seeing how he was in a room full of bats.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:08 pm
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"Then long live Queen Anya," Troy bowed low, "May I have a word with your bride, King Conrad?"
Anya glanced at Conrad to see that he was unwilling at first, but then subsided. She reluctantly got off his lap, kissing him softly before following Troy to a small, isolated spot away from the crowd. Anya kept a calm, and welcoming smile as she held her arms loosely in front of her, "Is there something you'd like to discuss?"
"May I speak freely, my Queen?" he asked, his emerald eyes gazing into her own.
"You may," Anya gazed back, she wasn't afraid of a staring contest if he was looking for one.
"Aren't you a little above your reach?" he asked, his words whispered and sharp.
Anya's spine froze, she knew she recognized this man from somewhere. Troy, the son of a saint, she knew him back when she was a human. He had been just a local royal in her village when she had seen him. Her family was in servitude to his. Anya's eyes widened at her realization who this man was, "You're...You're the boy who lived in the castle in my village."
"Seeing you as Queen does nothing but make my blood boil with everything i've done to be a vampire and yet you're the one who gets bit and the one they make Queen," Troy murmured as he took a step away from her, "There's nothing I can do about it, and I will serve you. I just wanted to let you know what my thoughts are."
She took a long breath before looking away from Troy, "What happened to my family after I disappeared?"
"They continued working until their dying day," Troy answered with a shrug, "You were their only child, they had no other reason to live and just kept living."
When the dance finished Liam gave Emma a fiery kiss that even he wanted to excuse them so he could have a romp with Emma, but knew it wasn't the time or the place for it. Instead, he led Emma back to her throne and kissed the top of her head, "I'm sure they know by now who we're mated to at this point. So, Conrad, how long does this party go on to? It'll be about sunrise in an hour unless everyone here is staying a few nights."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:34 pm
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Anya walked back to Conrad's side, and instead of sitting on his lap, she sat on her own throne as she watched Troy mingle with the crowd. Every part of her was at a loss, she was glad for what she was given and wouldn't ask for anything else. Now, she wanted Troy to not be with the others in the court. With Conrad's statement, the others would treat her like an original. But that didn't stop the gossip that spreads like wildfire. Anya turned to Conrad and held his hand, "My love, I'm a bit tired from the evening's events, I'll be in your bedroom when you get tired too."
She kissed him gently before walking through the parted crowd until she was in the safety of Conrad's room. Taking off her dress, she climbed into his bed and laid in waiting for him to join her.
"Sounds good to me," Liam held onto Emma's hand as he pulled her up from the chair, "The Alpha was away from his mate for too long and is in need to be with his mate anyways."
Liam held a proud smirk on his face as he marched through the crowd with Emma. He had forgotten the custom where she was supposed to stand in front of him, but oh well. These vampires needed to lighten up on their old ways and old rules and such.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 3:33 pm
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"I can't wait," Liam's normal features became sharper, "I have a beast within me too, and that beast needs his mate."
Liam, though rough, he reminded himself of Emma's last experience with werewolves. His touches were tender on her body as he was still rough in some areas. He the sheets off the bed before closing any space between him an Emma.
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Anya was completely exhausted when she and Conrad were finished. She collapsed on top of him, sweat beading off all over her body before she moved to his side. Her head rested on his shoulder as she felt his strong arms wrap around her. Anya, before she even had the energy to say 'I love you' to Conrad, was fast asleep.
Liam grunted just before his release within Emma and finished her off. He rolled over to where he was on his back holding his mate on top of him. It felt like he hadn't been with her years when it's barely been less than a week. Liam breathed deeply before catching his breath, "Good night, my sweet love."
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 4:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 4:44 pm
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