Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on Jul 19, 2007 11:42:58 GMT -5
She was an enchantress, a gypsy, if you will, one with long, light amber tassels, perfectly golden skin, and the most beautiful brown eyes; he, he was a King with emerald serpentine optics, icy blue locks, and a pale complexion. The woman, named Reina, was a horrible person, her personality flawed. She was nasty inside and satanic. But she knew how to get what she wanted. The man, Crestfallen, was easily persuaded, kind-hearted, and generally a happy-go-lucky person.
The streets were the same as normal: crowded and dull with a few exceptions here and there. Merchants continuously haggled their prices, innkeepers constantly yelled out of key, and they were always little groups huddled by the roads, glancing up at Crest as he rode by in his fanciful wagon. Of course, he rode in the back, where it was shaded and several guards along with the driver sat in front. A window, one very small to the right of him, was all that vented the sunlight and his people. Peering cautiously out, his lime eyes searching the citizens, a smile on his face as if he were still only a child, an amateur to the throne.
He was on his normal routine, a ride about town, stopping, per chance, by a haggler's stand or a shop. Of course, nothing usually intervened between him and his visits, but an abnormal flock was herded about something, something Crestfallen couldn't make out from his tiny window. He demanded the wain be halted.
In his garb, mostly silk and satin of navy and royal blues that fitted every part of his body flawlessly, the majesty definitely stood out amongst the rags and wartorn clothing that was made of nothing more than linen and cotton. Eyes of all shades followed him as he paced through the crowd to find a vixen lying motionless on the ground, where she should not have been. Blood trickled from a wound that was cut deep into her side. Crestfallen couldn't help but feel pity, for it had been long since he had seen anyone in his city dying of such causes. "King Crestfallen, sir," came a voice from behind his presence, and he turned to it, a lady that seemed concerned for the motionless bundle, "I heard she was assailed after she, undoubtedly, cheated a man out of his money." With that, he pivoted round again and strode through the rest of the horde.
Crestfallen stared long and hard at her, thinking about what he should do. At once, he beckoned over his guards who where immediately allowed passage through the swarm. "Take her into my cart... we're going back to the castle..." explained he simply. One of the men swiftly hauled her in his arms, blood ruining his armor. The barrow was large enough to fit twenty people, much less two, and with that, they were off.
Once there, Crest's personal doctor bandaged her cleanly, and his tailor made some clothes for her others were torn. She was placed in one of the spare chambers, and on a bed made out of nothing but the most comfortable materials.
Several hours later, when she stirred, she cried out, her eyes holding a terrified look. The femme had no clue where she was. When almost the whole palace heard the yelp, Crestfallen was the first and only to her room. "K-King Crestfallen?" she inquired, examining him greedily. "Yes... are you all right?"
"Indeed."
"If so, may I ask of your name and why you were bleeding so?"
"I'm Reina. And... I didn't know I was bleeding."
"Hm. One woman had told me you had stolen a man's money and he attacked you. Is this correct?"
Reina hesitated a moment. Was she here because she had been stealing?
"No, of course not. I don't know why I was bleeding."
"If you're telling the truth, you're not very good at it. If you're fibbing, then you're excellent at it. Okay, then."
She sat up in her bed, her chocolate optics focused on the monarch. "Could you umm... come over here?" she questioned, a sadistic smirk upon her face that she couldn't hide. Crestfallen gave her an odd look but obeyed her wish. In one motion, Reina had the King's face close to hers. "I think this is too close," stuttered he, but the vixen merely caused him to tumble onto the bed and kissed him. Of course, the czar couldn't resist; Reina was the most beautiful woman he had ever witnessed.
The next day Reina didn't leave, and Crestfallen didn't want her to either. He enjoyed her company but couldn't figure out she was two-faced. The she-devil only pretended to be kind and affectionate. What she really was was a lustful, spiteful, greedy, and wicked lady. And she had a lot of craving for the King, and, surprisingly, not his riches.
Five months later, Reina noticed major changes, some she hadn't seen coming. One fateful day, she glanced in the mirror, and catechized herself. Thinking back to what she had done, she bit her lip. "Crestfallen, you bastard!" she screamed, sinking against the bathroom wall, her head on her knees. But as the lord rushed in, Reina didn't say anything else, for tears continued to stream down her face. When she had regained her ability to talk, she was frustrated and upset.
"Don't you see what you've done to me?"
"I-I'm afraid not."
"You idiot... can't you tell?"
"Tell what?"
"That I'm... I'm... pregnant. And it's your fault!"
"My fault? How is it my fault?"
"I think you know."
"I'm not the one who started it!"
"So? That doesn't matter! It's still your fault..."
"Reina-"
"No, don't give me excuses."
"Erm... s-so, it's mine, correct?"
"Yes, and you can keep it."
"What?"
"When it's born, I'm not taking care of it!"
"I... don't get it..."
"Do I have to spell it out for you, Crestfallen? I don't want the baby. I have better things to do than care for a child."
"But... if it goes motherless, how do you think it would feel?"
"I don't care. You were just a good night, and that's all. The kid's none of my concern."
By now, Crestfallen had become enraged. All Reina wanted him for was to get underneath his clothes.
"Fine, I'll keep it. But I'll tell you now that the thought of you abandoning a child will weigh heavy on your conscience."
"Ha, conscience? Sure."
The monarch could only shake his head. What did he do wrong? The woman that was so pitiful five months earlier was now sticking him with more responsibility than he already had.
The four months seemed to pass by so slowly now that Crest had finally figured out Reina. He wasn't so cold-hearted as to kick the femme out while she was pregnant but he certainly would once the baby was born. Why? Because he had no need for her. His heir would be here and that's all he needed; that's all the love... he needed.
Once the child was finally birthed, the doctor cleaned him up nicely. By the time he came back, Reina was already gone, but Crestfallen was there to take the spawn. It was a boy the medic had told him. Without thinking, the czar immediately uttered the name Raean. With that, the physician took the young male to a special room to check the baby's weight and health.
Raean looked too much like his mother that it irked his father, and he didn't have the trademark like Crestfallen and his grandfather: reptillian optics. He did, though, have a much better attitude than his dame. And that was all Crestfallen hoped for.
The streets were the same as normal: crowded and dull with a few exceptions here and there. Merchants continuously haggled their prices, innkeepers constantly yelled out of key, and they were always little groups huddled by the roads, glancing up at Crest as he rode by in his fanciful wagon. Of course, he rode in the back, where it was shaded and several guards along with the driver sat in front. A window, one very small to the right of him, was all that vented the sunlight and his people. Peering cautiously out, his lime eyes searching the citizens, a smile on his face as if he were still only a child, an amateur to the throne.
He was on his normal routine, a ride about town, stopping, per chance, by a haggler's stand or a shop. Of course, nothing usually intervened between him and his visits, but an abnormal flock was herded about something, something Crestfallen couldn't make out from his tiny window. He demanded the wain be halted.
In his garb, mostly silk and satin of navy and royal blues that fitted every part of his body flawlessly, the majesty definitely stood out amongst the rags and wartorn clothing that was made of nothing more than linen and cotton. Eyes of all shades followed him as he paced through the crowd to find a vixen lying motionless on the ground, where she should not have been. Blood trickled from a wound that was cut deep into her side. Crestfallen couldn't help but feel pity, for it had been long since he had seen anyone in his city dying of such causes. "King Crestfallen, sir," came a voice from behind his presence, and he turned to it, a lady that seemed concerned for the motionless bundle, "I heard she was assailed after she, undoubtedly, cheated a man out of his money." With that, he pivoted round again and strode through the rest of the horde.
Crestfallen stared long and hard at her, thinking about what he should do. At once, he beckoned over his guards who where immediately allowed passage through the swarm. "Take her into my cart... we're going back to the castle..." explained he simply. One of the men swiftly hauled her in his arms, blood ruining his armor. The barrow was large enough to fit twenty people, much less two, and with that, they were off.
Once there, Crest's personal doctor bandaged her cleanly, and his tailor made some clothes for her others were torn. She was placed in one of the spare chambers, and on a bed made out of nothing but the most comfortable materials.
Several hours later, when she stirred, she cried out, her eyes holding a terrified look. The femme had no clue where she was. When almost the whole palace heard the yelp, Crestfallen was the first and only to her room. "K-King Crestfallen?" she inquired, examining him greedily. "Yes... are you all right?"
"Indeed."
"If so, may I ask of your name and why you were bleeding so?"
"I'm Reina. And... I didn't know I was bleeding."
"Hm. One woman had told me you had stolen a man's money and he attacked you. Is this correct?"
Reina hesitated a moment. Was she here because she had been stealing?
"No, of course not. I don't know why I was bleeding."
"If you're telling the truth, you're not very good at it. If you're fibbing, then you're excellent at it. Okay, then."
She sat up in her bed, her chocolate optics focused on the monarch. "Could you umm... come over here?" she questioned, a sadistic smirk upon her face that she couldn't hide. Crestfallen gave her an odd look but obeyed her wish. In one motion, Reina had the King's face close to hers. "I think this is too close," stuttered he, but the vixen merely caused him to tumble onto the bed and kissed him. Of course, the czar couldn't resist; Reina was the most beautiful woman he had ever witnessed.
The next day Reina didn't leave, and Crestfallen didn't want her to either. He enjoyed her company but couldn't figure out she was two-faced. The she-devil only pretended to be kind and affectionate. What she really was was a lustful, spiteful, greedy, and wicked lady. And she had a lot of craving for the King, and, surprisingly, not his riches.
Five months later, Reina noticed major changes, some she hadn't seen coming. One fateful day, she glanced in the mirror, and catechized herself. Thinking back to what she had done, she bit her lip. "Crestfallen, you bastard!" she screamed, sinking against the bathroom wall, her head on her knees. But as the lord rushed in, Reina didn't say anything else, for tears continued to stream down her face. When she had regained her ability to talk, she was frustrated and upset.
"Don't you see what you've done to me?"
"I-I'm afraid not."
"You idiot... can't you tell?"
"Tell what?"
"That I'm... I'm... pregnant. And it's your fault!"
"My fault? How is it my fault?"
"I think you know."
"I'm not the one who started it!"
"So? That doesn't matter! It's still your fault..."
"Reina-"
"No, don't give me excuses."
"Erm... s-so, it's mine, correct?"
"Yes, and you can keep it."
"What?"
"When it's born, I'm not taking care of it!"
"I... don't get it..."
"Do I have to spell it out for you, Crestfallen? I don't want the baby. I have better things to do than care for a child."
"But... if it goes motherless, how do you think it would feel?"
"I don't care. You were just a good night, and that's all. The kid's none of my concern."
By now, Crestfallen had become enraged. All Reina wanted him for was to get underneath his clothes.
"Fine, I'll keep it. But I'll tell you now that the thought of you abandoning a child will weigh heavy on your conscience."
"Ha, conscience? Sure."
The monarch could only shake his head. What did he do wrong? The woman that was so pitiful five months earlier was now sticking him with more responsibility than he already had.
The four months seemed to pass by so slowly now that Crest had finally figured out Reina. He wasn't so cold-hearted as to kick the femme out while she was pregnant but he certainly would once the baby was born. Why? Because he had no need for her. His heir would be here and that's all he needed; that's all the love... he needed.
Once the child was finally birthed, the doctor cleaned him up nicely. By the time he came back, Reina was already gone, but Crestfallen was there to take the spawn. It was a boy the medic had told him. Without thinking, the czar immediately uttered the name Raean. With that, the physician took the young male to a special room to check the baby's weight and health.
Raean looked too much like his mother that it irked his father, and he didn't have the trademark like Crestfallen and his grandfather: reptillian optics. He did, though, have a much better attitude than his dame. And that was all Crestfallen hoped for.
