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She felt herself being carried away in his kisses and his hot breath against her skin, sometimes over top of marks he'd created. She enjoyed the latter the most. When he spoke she couldn't help but realize that he was right.. It didn't soothe her nerves much but it helped to admit it to herself.

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Cuddling was new to her. She was enjoying it and the way his fingers wandered so softly along her skin. Though if it wasn't Raze behind her maybe she wouldn't be so content. Without knowing it, the days he'd spent with her had shown her how to slow down and enjoy the smaller things.

Malicia reached down to Raze's wandering hand, to see if she could sneakily capture it and curl her fingers with his. If he allowed it, she'd bring his hand up and rest her cheek against it, quietly for a moment with her eyes still closed. She'd stop to remember exactly how he smelled in the moment, how unusually safe she felt, how warm she was and everything possible about the moment so she wouldn't forget it if she never got it again. There were so many things out of her control. So many things that could happen the next day, or the next moment, to either of them.

Though her thoughts on cuddling were cut short when he asked his question."It depends on many factors," she started, keeping her eyes closed. "I believe the most likely outcome is that I will be pressured to face the Eternal either by or before then." Mostly, it depended on their interactions, though so far the Eternal hadn't crossed any lines. "Ideally I'm not. I plan to sit comfortably in my current position for as long as I can to build up as much as I can before I move on. I'm not in a rush to take the Sith throne, partly because it's not a step I'm taking to lord over the council. I will foster each members growth if they allow me and that does not require the throne. What I really want is to remove the last being that has authority over me."

Half-way through her last few words her datapad buzzed with a new message. The message was from one of her cultists and it was letting her know that the throne room was decorated and ready for the ceremony. She turned her head slightly towards it, but didn't reach for it, instead she asked, "Can... I open my eyes now?"

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Raze felt her grasp his hand and entwine their fingers slightly. He gave no real response to it, letting her do whatever she pleased, still finding the concept foreign. He felt the soft skin of her face brush against his hand. Traces of his cologne were stronger around his wrist, his fingers marred with calloused skin from extensive training.

He heard her out in silence, parsing through everything she said. With her grasping a hold of his hand, he idly toyed with her hair using the Force, watching the strands flick or sway of their own accord. It provided him brief entertainment, the gesture lazy and languid. It was oddly relaxing to him, though he was still very much listening. Raze heard the beeps and her subsequent question.

“You always can, just not in my direction,” He leaned in to kiss the back of her shoulder, “The Eternal sits upon the illusion of a throne,” He murmured softly against her skin, “The only one that has authority over you is you.”

He said the words casually before rolling onto his back. Raze stretched and got comfortable. He lazily grabbed the half broken helmet and popped it on his head in case Malicia looked his way or decided to turn around. He was unconcerned with her seeing his body. Raze closed his eyes.

“The only one that stands in your way is you.”

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Malicia soaked in his kisses on her shoulder. She kept her eyes shut until he rolled over, letting go of his hand at the same time. "I think I understand," she said to his advice. Was that his philosophy? It went along perfectly with doing as he pleased. The idea of living that way enticed her, but she frowned slightly, "I'm just not sure I'm ready to live that way yet..." she said, mostly to herself.

Finally after a few moments Malicia sat up in the bed, leaning to reach for her datapad and grabbing it carefully. "The throne room is ready for the ceremony," Malicia said, smiling slightly, but for a second she completely paused in thought. Only the snapping of Raze putting his helmet on brought her back from her stupor. "A bath," she said. "Would you like a bath, Lord?" Malicia asked, "Are there specific soaps and hair products you use? I'll see that they are fetched for you."

The small Darth began furiously typing, writing a long, extremely detailed message with a list of instructions. One of them including not entering the tent with the tub. She could drag that in.

After finishing she looked at the floor and the edges of the bed, her yellows settling for a moment on each piece of scattered clothing. With each piece in just... random locations she felt more and more uncomfortable. "Our clothing should be washed too."

She slid out of the bed, gathering the clothing, allowing her eyes to pass over Raze since she knew he had his helmet on. She paused a moment, her gaze drifting back over... everything on his unclothed body. It was actually the first time she saw everything and she felt her cheeks warm against her will again.

Without thinking, Malicia pulled the pile of clothing in her arms closer to her body and upwards, remembering that she was also naked. It was the first time she was so... causally naked in front of someone. "Is there anything else you'd like brought?" she asked, trying not to focus too much on the new experience.

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Raze remained lazily on the bed even after Malicia walked off, stretching and relaxing. His muscles rippled and roiled as he did so, and he was clearly comfortable in his state of attire. He tilted his head back towards Malicia when she addressed him. He was normally not a fan of baths, preferring showers as the more hygienic solution, but baths were considered the preference of luxury here and for most members of royalty.

“I will accept however you wish to have me pampered,” He said with amusement woven into his inflection. He glanced back at her to see her tugging her clothes towards herself as if he hadn’t just spent time exploring almost every bit of her. Raze didn’t look away and even with the helmet she could likely guess how unwavering his gaze was.

“I’d have a bit more of you while they bring over everything you typed up in that tome,” He said smoothly. Raze was the clear opposite of her in terms of broaching the topic. For how shy and embarrassed she seemed to get, he was that much more overt and casual through it all.

Regardless of whether or not she joined him again, he would later eventually get out of bed and freshen up with said bath. He and Malicia were parted for the time before the event where he was brought traditional royal armor for the ceremony. He was also given an ancient Sith sword as part of the attire.

Raze clasped the cloak on and checked himself in a mirror before finally making his way over towards the throne room. He was flanked by the top ranking pureblood generals as he approached.

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Malicia smiled almost excitedly when he said he'd allow her to pamper him. Her own excitement surprised her and when he continued to stare intently the colour on her cheeks got brighter.

She felt her body naturally tighten together in response when he said he'd have more of her and... "It wasn't a tome," Malicia said, almost defensively but she was actually, oddly, being somewhat playful, "It was the most concise list that I could make. I've recently switched to different brands because their formulas are superior, and yesterday my hairbrush reached sixty days use so it has to be replaced."

She lingered a moment with the same blush before, slowly, with all the strength she could muster against her timid nature, stepping towards the bed and sliding back onto it near Raze. She still had the clothing tightly in her arms for some reason and so... after a moment let go of the items.

Later on, after Raze had made his way to the throne room, Malicia walked towards it. She walked as gracefully as she could, holding her head up properly and keeping her expression stoic, replicating queens she'd seen in the past. The royal dress (front, back) she'd chosen out of her options clung to her body tightly at the top and draped at the bottom. Mostly black but heavily accented with gold.

The small bride did not know why some of the purebloods decided to stand by her but she simply kept walking until she was in the throne room. She saw Raze at the end by the throne and took in how tall he looked in his armour, much taller than usual. Pausing for a moment but remaining composed and continuing after.

At the alter the pureblood standing in the centre spoke, loudly to the gathered crowd. Malicia tried to keep up with what was happening, raising her hand when told and waiting until she was told to repeat the priest.

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The hall teemed with energy, and it was all for this ceremony. He could sense the anticipation and excitement in the purebloods that surrounded him. This was a sign of prosperity that had been missing with the mad king and his reclusive ways. Generals from various different tribes that were fighting one another just days prior stood side by side like brethren today.

Drums began to resound as he strode in and some of the generals pounded their fists on their chests. It was clear that the purebloods had grown fond of him, having watched him defeat the king and lead the battles before that. It was just him here and they showed their support for him, playing the drums with extra fervor as he strode down the path towards the thrones.

Raze came to a stop at the end of it, turning to gaze in the opposite direction. He cut an imposing figure in the armor, the red cloak draped over him and the armor modified to fit him perfectly. He looked as if it had always been designed for him. It was a ceremonial suit of armor that once belonged to Siris Drast himself - the only Sith prince that was the appropriate height. The armor was in pristine condition, and it was clear it had been maintained over time. That the purebloods offered it to him was a testament of their support.

He saw Malicia appear at the opposite end and there was nothing but silence for a moment. Slowly chanting began along with the drums. Raze stood like a sentry, both gloved palms placed over the hilt of the blade planted before him. He took in sight of his bride to be and the way the ornate dress gave her the appearance of a true queen. The golden eyes were perfectly fitting, and her hair was intricately woven to give her the depiction of a revered goddess.

His gaze remained on her the entire time she walked towards him, the drums kicking in louder. Raze turned to face towards her when she arrived at the altar, the pureblood priest beginning to tell the tale of the first Sith Empress and the crowning of the Princes.

When it came time to exchange vows, the artifacts to swap were brought out.

“Do you, Darth Raze, take Darth Malicia as your sworn wife to bind yourself to with honor, devotion and blood?”

“I do,” He said, reaching for the artifact to give her. He paused for a moment when saw what it was - an ancient pendant. He froze just then, seemingly deep in thought as he stared it. An artifact that belonged in Andraste’s line. Raze reached for it a second later, bringing it up to place around Malicia’s neck.

The pureblood then turned to Malicia.

“Do you, Darth Malicia, take Darth Raze as your sworn husband to bind yourself to with honor, devotion and blood?”

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There was excitement in the air. Malicia assumed it was because the ritual was important to the people in some way. Malicia herself was content, though her eyes opened slightly wider for a moment and she had to fight against the look she wanted to give the necklace. It was beautiful and though it was for a ceremony it was hard for Malicia not to see it as another gift.

The pureblood priest turned to her after, asking for her answer. "I do," Malicia replied as stoically as she could.

She did not know what the priest meant by honour and blood exactly but she was certain she understood what he meant by devotion. Regardless of her current understanding she would research and follow all three words—the vow— to the letter, otherwise she would be breaking her word. It did not matter if Raze followed them or not. Her word was her word, unless she said them with the intent to deceive and she did not plan to deceive Raze.

Another pureblood presented Malicia with an artifact. A masculine cuff bracelet from one of Andraste’s three husbands, though she did not know that. Malicia took it, placing it over top of Raze's left armoured wrist. It oddly fit, and matched the armours colouring.

"Then I join you both as husband and wife," the pureblood shouted, raising his arms with vigour. The crowd roared with approval, thumping their chests. With that, the newly weds were allowed to walk back down the isle. The crowd moved behind them, following them into the ballroom. Malicia looked around at the large tables of food and the ornate and intricate decorations throughout the room.

She remained composed when some purebloods came over to congratulate them. Though, when they left she looked over to Raze. "I have a wedding gift for you," she said, gesturing towards a cultist that moved in front of Raze. The cultist lowered his head submissively, shifting uncomfortably before raising Grandmaster Oota's Holocron towards the Lord.

At the same time, another cultist approached Malicia's left, quickly handing her the vial with the preserved black rose in it. She grabbed the item at once, a little uncomfortable with the fact that someone else had touched it. But, she knew it was her fault for leaving it behind. She held it the vial against her chest delicately with one hand and turned back to Raze to see if he'd taken his gift.

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Raze stood silently as Malicia retrieved the artifact for him to bind their marriage. He recognized it instantly as one of the only surviving artifacts from Evandrus, the former king of Lothal and an Emperor in his own right. Raze held his wrist out for her to put it on, turning to regard the priest as the ceremony concluded.

The halls erupted with more drums and cheering. Raze was about to walk off to sample some of the wines when Malicia mentioned a gift. He turned to regard her, not having considered gifts due to the impromptu nature of their decisions. He remained silent as the obedient cultist came by with the gift, though he recognized it at once.

A surge of rage went through him first at the memory of Oota, but he always cherished and valued knowledge of the Jedi. It was extremely rare to obtain such artifacts and for Malicia to grant it to him without ever having opened it… Raze’s gaze shifted from the holocron to linger on Malicia herself. For a moment he stood stiffly like a statue as if completely detached from the world around him. The visor gazed in her direction and he didn’t respond to the cultist. Several different things went through his mind, along with rapid swirls of foreign and terrifying things all spiking at once.

Raze said nothing of the topic, taking a few solid seconds before he moved again. He nodded curtly and extended a hand to retrieve the gift, watching the way she clutched the rose he had given her what felt like years ago. No words escaped him, but many flooded his thoughts. He offered her his arm to guide her towards the feast hall.

Throughout the feast, Raze kept his focus on her, both of them comfortably existing in one another’s presence. He led her through a traditional first dance and broke off to allow them both time to eat. Outside of that, Raze didn’t linger too long.

They would be led to the residential area of royalty, an older palace in the desert that overlooked an oasis with a pool and trees. Malicia's quarters were lavish and had been prepared for her by purebloods. She had personal handmaidens and there was a warm bath drawn for her already if she so pleased.

The bed was massive and had voile sheer curtains and silk sheets. They fluttered from the wind that blew in from the wide balcony that overlooked the sand seas and the oasis. The balcony was massive and had columns and an entire garden that hung over the dunes.

Raze and Malicia were both guided to her quarters after the feast, the servants dutifully leaving them once they arrived.

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When she turned back she sensed a small spike of rage from Raze and it confused her, though it dissipated quickly. Raze stared at her after. Standing like a statue, as he did. Malicia felt her eyes wander away from him for a moment. Warmth touched her cheeks. It was so difficult not to blush when he stared at her like that, though she tried to resist it to remain proper.

Wrapping both of her arms around his extended arm, Malicia walked by his side through the ballroom, appreciating his guidence. When it was time for the bride and groom's first dance, she watched Raze closely, intently, even using the Force to aid her. She wanted to preform the ritual with as much correctness that she possibly could, but partway through the dance she felt some of her stiffness melt away and... she simply enjoyed dancing with him.

She was somewhat relieved to make it into their room despite enjoying the time she'd spent with Raze in the ballroom. The bedroom itself, and the deck, dwarfed any other place she'd stayed in which caused her eyes to open wider and for her to feel a sense of wonder. Malicia allowed herself to wander it's length, yellows taking in the decorations and serenity.

After a moment her gaze landed on the bed. On top of it was a neatly placed nightgown for her, and a comfortable shirt and pants for Raze, along with his somewhat broken helmet. There were trays on stands on each side of the bed and one had strawberries dipped in chocolate. Malicia had been enjoying herself regardless of her bad food habits, so she simply walked to the stand without guilt and popped part of a strawberry in her mouth, smiling as the chocolate melted smoothly.

She looked back at Raze. Smiling, warmly, freely. She felt safe enough around him to do so and... "You've made me happy," Malicia said, simply. It was the truth, there was nothing more behind the comment. Finishing the strawberry, the small bride turned so that her back faced Raze. "Will you help me take this layer of dress off? It'll make it easier for me to help you with your armour," she asked.

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Raze wasn’t used to such luxury, his thoughts drifting back to his ship or the tiny dorm room aboard the station. His gaze scanned over the quarters, taking in every detail. These were Malicia’s quarters. As Prince consort, he was given a separate and less luxurious room. However, something told him that Malicia would insist on him using this space to his heart’s content. It was just one of those character traits from her that held his attention more than most people did.

He was looking out towards the balcony when Malicia spoke. He turned to regard her, catching the smile that lit up her face. It was different seeing her like this. It wasn’t quite entirely human, but it was a powerful and beautiful beast that expressed contentment and rolled around on its back. He said nothing in response, the visor regarding her silently.

Raze stepped forth to assist her with the dress, not helping himself to any of the snacks. His dexterous fingers worked to undo the complicated lacing and layers of her dress. Raze pulled at the threads and strings, letting the materials slowly fall away. He pulled away to expose the skin of her back, his gaze drinking in sight of her.

No words were said, but she would feel his knuckles grazing along the length of her spine, teasingly using any excuse to brush against her skin while he worked. His gestures were surprisingly sensual, but always with a disciplined focus that was characteristic of Raze. Once her dress was undone from the back, he reached up to tug gently at the pins and lace in her hair to allow the locks to fall along her back.

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The lords hands made quick work of her dresses lace while he remained quiet, which probably would've told her something if it wasn't already obvious. He had experience that she lacked and maybe that was part of how daunting he was to her in that way, though the thought passed as his knuckles brushed against her spine and caused a chill to roll through it. Her body tightened in response, and she brought up a hand to unconsciously bring her now loose hair over her cheeks.

Once she only had the last, thin, layer of dress on, she didn't turn to him yet. Malicia had memorized the removal of armour similar to the one Raze wore because of the time she spent on Serreno. Some of their... long and time-eating rituals to honor their history.

She went to the bed first, grabbing his original helmet and handing it to him to hold. The issue with older armour removal was that it layered in a way that made it more complicated to remove.

Closing her eyes she reached for his suits helmet, if he allowed it, then onto his bevor next, the piece that protected his throat. Removing the bevor made it so he could place his old helmet back on and so she could remove the plackart and breastplate, although she would move to his shoulders and arms next.

The armour came off quickly due to her knowledge, though she noted something because of her obsessiveness with keeping things in order, "The right cuisse has a dent near the stopgap." It was possible there was history behind it that he might find interesting, though she purposely didn't linger on the comment.

"You've been quiet," Malicia said after, moving back to the bed again. She reached up to remove the last layer of her dress, folding it and putting it on the nightstand before grabbing her nightgown. "Is there something wrong?" she asked, tipping her head slightly, she was still content though she didn't understand why he'd been quiet.

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Raze was silent as he worked, watching as she moved her hair out of the way. His gaze ran down her bare back, drinking in sight of the smooth, ivory skin that was largely unmarred in every way. She was down to a thin layer of dress before she stepped away to retrieve his broken helmet. Raze took it in his hand, inspecting it silently until she stepped forth to undo his armor. While he was more than capable of doing it himself, he didn’t stop her.

He followed her gaze when she pointed out the dent, “From Lord Kravos. For a while Kravos and Siris did not get along,” He stated flatly as she continued to remove pieces of his armor. Raze let her continue to work for a moment until his hand came up to gently grasp her wrist to stop what she was doing.

“Look at me,” He said softly, and she would hear that it wasn’t muffled.

When she looked up next, she would be gazing into piercing silver eyes laced with gold.

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She should've known. He already knew the history behind the dent. Like her, they both had an eye for odd details. Her right hand gently drifted over the dent in response. Not because of the history he'd told her but because she felt a connection with Raze in that moment, and to her surprise she felt something. Something from her hunger that she had never felt before, and it whispered gently along with the feeling.

Yet both occurrences were so fleeting that immediately after she questioned if they had been real or just her imagination. The small councillor placed the cuisse down after, carefully, just before she felt Raze's hand on her wrist. The suddenness caused her to jump slightly in surprise, but she didn't have much time to process it. His voice right after, unmodulated, brought her eyes up without much thought.

Any ability she had before to hide her expression vanished completely. Malicia stared at him, yellows taking in his face. Her heart beat harder against her chest. "Rick?" she said, clear as day shock in both her voice and face. Then she remembered something. The holos. "No... Emryc?"

Memories flooded back to her. This whole time he'd known more about her than she realized. She knew she should be mad at him for that, yet her hand raised not to strike but to gently glide her fingers on the side of his face, along his jawline as she just... stared.

The shock on her face began to fade, slowly, making way for something else. A gentle smile took it's place and she tipped her head slightly to the side, "You took me to that fair. I cherish the memory, Emryc. It is always tucked away at the back of my mind because it was one of the first times that I felt... almost human, and you gave me that. Another gift."

She surprised herself because she didn't blush and pull back. She didn't feel like that right now. She wanted to keep looking. She wanted to keep tracing the edges of his face, gently. "You refused to give me a kiss that day," she said, with a soft, amused exhale. "I've missed you, or I guess I haven't since... since.." she trailed off, unsure how to formulate the words, so she just ended with, "Emryc..."

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Raze never left entirely, the golds lingering in his eyes still. Without the armor and helmet he was more Emryc than Raze. The mental shift was inexplicable, but it was there. He gazed down at Malicia, noting the expected surprise. He always marveled at the human emotions that crossed her face. He took in sight of the subtle twitches, the way her eyes softened in how they looked at him, the way her lips parted just slightly, the way she looked genuinely caught off guard. All of it was so very different from the galaxy’s perception of her. So much more than Malicia. He wondered about her true name. Was it a name she even remembered anymore?

He felt her touch against his face, and his gaze never left hers. For all the times he had looked at her with the visor, he allowed her all the time in the world to look into his eyes now. Emryc stood silently as she spoke, catching it when she looked away slightly. His hand gently reached up to tilt her chin back towards him, making it clear he didn’t mind her looking at him.

Emryc’s face betrayed no expression as she fumbled with her words, clearly a bit nervous. He heard the way his name sounded on her lips and he decided he wanted to hear it more. Emryc leaned forth and wrapped his arms around her, easily lifting up the small woman. He glanced up at her as he held her tightly, allowing her to rest her hands on his shoulders, his piercing gaze looking up into hers. When he spoke then, he said the same words to her he had said when she met him as Rick, but with a twist.

“Where to, my bride?”

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Malicia felt his hand on her chin, tipping her gaze back to his face. To those piercing silver eyes of his, dotted by gold flecks. She understood that he was letting her know that it was okay. He was allowing this. He'd given her something, again.

Air rushed around her as he swept her off her feet, taking her into his arms. Malicia almost laughed at the feeling. Such an odd thing to be picked up and held in someones arms, but it was comfortable, and she felt safe. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she simply kept staring, at first.

But she felt warmth creep onto her cheeks again when he asked his question, "To the bed," she answered, feeling some of that timidness return. If he brought her there, she'd reach for a strawberry again but pause right before taking a bite. Instead she offered it to him, holding it so he could take a bite if he wanted.

"Emryc," she said, wanting to say his name again. "You've given me so many gifts..." she trailed off to gather her thoughts. She was not use to this type of interaction still. Even after being free for a few years, she was still learning a lot. Once she was able to gather her thoughts, she spoke again, "I haven't given you as much. I hope... I have at least given you some moments of happiness."

Her gaze drifted away from him and one of her hands came back to her face, as if holding it against her cheek would hide the returning blush. She knew it didn't, of course, but it was still something she did against logic. After she mustered enough courage, she spoke again, "I feel even more selfish for asking, but I wonder if I... I... can have that kiss now?"

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Emryc did as requested, stepping forth to gently ease her down into the bed. He never shifted his gaze from hers, secretly fascinated by the traces of boldness and coyness switching back and forth. Emryc glanced down at the strawberry, only taking a small bite and leaving the rest to her. He gently nudged her onto her back as he looked down at her, his fingers coming up to pull at the laces that kept this last layer of her clothing on her.

He watched her turn away as her face flushed, followed by repeating the request she had made of him a long time ago. Emryc didn’t dwell on the exchanging of gifts, his focus entirely on the way her cheeks reddened, the way she smiled, writhed her body or looked away. There was something explicably alluring about it, and it made him stare that much more, his gaze never shifting as if undressing her in every way he could.

His fingers curled gently into her hair as he leaned in to capture her lips after a moment. Emryc lingered there for a while, taking the time to taste her and savoring those soft lips. He pulled back only after he had his fill, but he didn’t stop there. Emryc traced kisses down her jawline and down the side of her neck. His other hand pulled away the unlaced dress, revealing her skin to him.

“You may have as many kisses as you wish,” His deep voice rumbled softly against her skin, “And wherever you wish.”

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Malicia smiled when he took a bite of the strawberry, turning it after to eat the rest of it. He moved over her and she didn't resist laying back on the bed. Even with the blush still there, she laid back comfortably and watched him. She enjoyed every part of him being close to her, and she wanted badly to fight her timid nature so that she could provide him with more in return, but maybe she wasn't quite there yet.

Her yellows stared into his silvers above her and she felt her heart beat faster from the feeling of his fingers in her hair, and the way he moved closer. He captured her lips, for the first time. The first kiss with a man. She hadn't told him earlier and she never planned to, but he was also the first man she'd been... intimate with.

Without realizing her eyes closed and she drank in the moment. The taste of him, the smell of him, the hardness of his body against the softness of hers. She suddenly realized how lucky she was. From slave with nothing but her weapon and clothing on her back, to this moment in the largest room in a palace. But she hadn't gotten here by herself, many had helped her including the lord above her.

Her right hand came up, brushing softly against his cheek, almost curling, until he pulled away.

His words against her sent another chill through her body. "Any...where?" she echoed softly, half-hoping he wouldn't explain because she squirmed a little at the thought. She wanted to ask something else but she froze up at first, despite being intimate with him many times, she'd always been turned away from him or had to keep her eyes closed. After a moment, she was able to do something, she reached up and tugged at his shirts collar. "You still have your shirt on," she said, softly, looking away again.

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Emryc Thorne

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Emryc gazed up towards her when she asked her question, though he said nothing in return. The dress slid down lower, his eyes still locked with hers to watch her as he did it. He knew she would be flustered. He knew she would look away. It was all part of the dance he liked. It was all part of the complicated way she was finding her hooks without even realizing.

She remarked about his clothing and he didn’t move to remove them. He brushed out of her touch and leaned in to press kisses against her collarbone. He trailed them below, pausing briefly at her chest before he continued onwards. It was clear that his own state of clothing was up to him to determine when they came off.

The half Sephi was very particular in how he did things, and they usually happened on his terms. Emryc’s lips traced over her stomach and paused briefly at her hip, “Everywhere,” He finally decided as he placed a few kisses there and continued onwards. His sensitive ears listened for the way she breathed, the noises she made, and his touch felt for the way she moved. It all worked in concert to stoke the flames that would soon grow into an inferno.

Emryc wasn’t apologetic or shy about what he was doing, his hands and lips working expertly to please and tease in all the ways she unwittingly showed him she desired. He wanted to hear his name on her lips many times over and in ways that would make the pureblood handmaidens in the palace blush. In ways that would make any cultist leave the palace entirely in a huff.

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