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Tissaia returned to her own room after her brief trip to Azael's, but she didn't have to wait there long before Talarion knocked on the door. She answered it, already prepared. The few belongings she was bringing along were stuffed into a travel pack and a satchel. The former was firmly situated on her back while the satchel dangled from her shoulder. She also had a quiver of arrows looped around her hips and the bow her parents didn't know she'd smuggled along was slung…-
20.6 K • Ongoing
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Azael didn't linger in the stairwell after Tissaia left, knowing it wouldn't be long before Gaelen came after him. He returned to the main corridor and hurried to the nearest flight of stairs, then ducked down the first servant's passage he could find. He could easily traverse the palace through them and he knew which ones were usually empty. He'd spent his childhood mapping every hidden passage within the palace. All but the one his mother had fled through. No one had even…
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20.6 K • Ongoing
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When morning dawned, Azael was still making himself scarce around the palace, but for more reasons than one this time. He had gone back to his own room seconds before Tissaia left Kaius's to avoid his presence being detected. If she'd been paying attention, she no doubt would've caught the lingering traces of his scent, but it seemed her worry was great enough to keep her from paying too much attention. Truthfully, he'd been more worried about Talarion picking up on it, but…
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Tissaia spent the remainder of the evening cloistered away in Kaius's bedroom after they'd managed to escape the ballroom. Talarion had joined them roughly an hour later, bringing news of the Prince's sudden outburst. Azael had broken a male's jaw, but no one could figure out why he would attack the counselor. He'd left the ballroom even before Talarion had, and no one had found a trace of him ever since. Tissaia already suspected what might have caused it though, and one glance…
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20.6 K • Ongoing
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Azael stood at the foot of the dais where his father's throne was placed. As usual, King Mavron was slumped in it, hardly paying attention to those who were brought before him. He only muttered a short greeting and sent them on their way, leaving it to Azael to make them feel as though they were being attended to. Yet another one of the King's duties he had to take on. He had just finished speaking with one of the many Elders in attendance when the ballroom doors parted to…
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20.6 K • Ongoing
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By the time they were dismissed to prepare for the ball, Tissaia was already feeling worn out. The hours had seemed to drag on since their arrival. She'd been given some time to clean up after the journey of course, but then she'd been expected to participate in the Aerstar rites and suffer through seemingly endless services. A part of her felt some sympathy for the Prince when she'd noticed him dozing off during a particularly long sermon on the history of the holy day. No doubt…
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The chamber was overwhelmingly quiet and all together too loud. A quill was scratching against a piece of parchment to Azael's left, the sound so dry that he cringed to think of touching the paper with his bare fingers. From somewhere down the table, a foot was thumping periodically. Small flames towards the end of their life crackled upon a grated hearth, the wood that fed them already crumbling to ash. A light rain that had been present all day still…
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The drizzle was letting up, Tissaia noticed as she tipped her head back to let the rain sprinkle against her cheeks once more. This was the second morning it had rained during their journey, but despite riding on horseback, she remained relatively dry beneath her thick cloak and the magical shield she'd erected around herself. Every half hour or so though, she'd been letting it down to feel the moisture. The rains in the Forest of Vidar were always gentle and cool as…
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I got her nightgown out of the way, fast. Nothing would separate me from that delicate skin, that sensation of her on my fingertips. She moaned in my ear, trying to take off my jacket as I fumbled with her breasts, desperate to get those nipples into my mouth. I was past the point of playing around; I wanted her immediately. As I suckled on one nipple, she managed to get me out of my jacket and worked on the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, shakily, she struggled to free me of the main layer separating…-
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I tried, damn me, I tried. I approached a man who'd been eyeing me, lifting his glass to indicate he wanted to buy me a drink. Cute enough, I supposed; a tad young for me, but he was willing. I accepted the drink—a mixed alcohol concoction I watched the bartender craft from start to finish—took two sips, grew bored. This guy—Wall Street trader or something, I didn't remember—didn't appeal to me at all. I moved on to the next. A woman, with the same golden hair as Eden, the same green eyes,…
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