Trouble on the Horizon [Cel, open]

[Alysia]

Alysia wasn't really sure why she came here so far into the neutral lands, but she really wasn't one to complain. The meadow was a beautiful place and she enjoyed watching the life teem around it. She may have been more accustomed to the shadowed beauty of the forests, but she knew how to appreciate nature where she could.

Glancing at the setting sun in the sky, she noted it must have taken longer than she had thought to reach the Exordium. Standing off to the far side of the meadow, she hid in the shadows provided by the trees. As the light from the sun began to dwindle, the shadows seem to stretch- as if awakening from a long slumber. Alysia glanced at the meadow from her place in the shadows of the woods, slightly unnerved at the creeping darkness that began to stretch across it as the light began to disappear.

Alysia shook her head at the feeling and silently began to wish she had brought her furred cloak. The cooling air signaled that tonight may be a bitter one. Looking down at her black leather pants, black combat boots, and her dark red button up blouse that were missing the top four buttons she frowned. Scowling down at her shirt, she wished she had pick another shirt where she could at least button it up to keep warm. She really wasn't paying attention today when she picked her clothing. She must have been too preoccupied with the shrieking lemur she called a mantel (which consequently had a rock fall onto her tail while it slumbered). Sighing at her obliviousness in the mornings, Alysia was silently glad no one had seen her attire. Shaking her head, Alysia felt the dark gold waves brush against her waist and sighed. Another thing she didn't pay attention to. She forgot to put her hair up! Great not only would her hair be trouble in a fight, she looked motivationally uncoordinated!

Alysia quickly made sure she at least strapped on her throwing knives. Noticing only her small throwing knives hidden in the sleeves of her shirt, she frowned again at her attention span this morning. Sighing, she at least had her smaller knives. They would have to do.

"Note to self, pay attention in the mornings. Momentarily she also made note of the lemur hiding in the tree top above her. Mabu may have seemed skittish, but if her fae were in true danger she'd defend her. Smiling at her silly mantel, Alysia leaned against the tree next to her.

Continuing her watch on the darkening meadow, Alysia felt a cold wind slide against her skin and she shivered slightly. Glaring around the clearing, the gold of her eyes seeming to glow into the shadows of the forest line. A tingling sensation went down her spine and she tensed. It felt as if she were being watch...was someone there?

[King Cel]

The eclipse had been unexpected but Cel welcomed the darkening of the skies. An eclipse in Alanor was unlike an eclipse in the human world, for the magically induced blotting of the sun and moon did not last for several moments but at times had been known to last for several days. In his earlier days as King Cel had only experienced an eclipse of this magnitude once and he had learned that it played to some of his greatest strengths. Even when the sun shone, the darkness that was cast about the terra firma was greater than usual and in the twilight hours of the day the darkness that blanketed the land was all but complete. When darkness dominated the landscape so did the Prince of Flesh and Darkness.

A light chuckle echoed from surrounding shadows as Alysia spoke. Cel stepped forward. He was dressed in dark gray jeans and a white linen shirt. Hung over his shoulders was a brown jacket that fell to his hips. There was no sign of weaponry strapped to the Unseelie King but his magic was enough to protect him as was his name alone. It was unclear whether Cel had been stalking the darkness or he had heard her words in the night and came at their call, but either way he stood within Exordium now.

His graceful strides carried him towards a tree which he studied with this sapphire gaze. He ran a hand over bark and looked over his shoulder at the woman with a languid gaze. ”Don’t you know these lands are not safe?”[ He stared across the open meadow, a tired look in his eyes.

[Alysia]

Alysia was a little shocked, a little nervous, and a lot curious. Shocked because of all the people to come upon her anywhere, the Unseelie King Cel was the least on her mind. A little nervous because who hadn't heard the gruesome rumors surrounding this man? Curious because why was he even here in the first place? None of these, however, showed themselves upon her face. Instead she decided the best course of action with this man was to remain respectful and show no hint of weakness.

Looking at the King, she noted that the rumors were accurate, but did him little justice. The dark hair, soft curls, sapphire gems for eyes...inwardly sighing, she now could see why those sidhe girls she overheard were squealing like pigs at a piggy banquet. He was devastatingly handsome. However despite all of that, she had heard of his...hobbies and knew this man was very dangerous. Looking into his deep sapphire pools though, she saw the tiredness there. Well he was king...but like everything else, there's always more to it than that.

Softly smiling at Cel, a pleasant respectful smile, she contemplated his question."No offense milord, but I doubt any lands in Alanor are really safe." Afterall, even in the seelie lands, dangers could lurk in the brightest room, the safest bedroom, the most pleasant face. Thinking of pleasant faces, Alysia really did not wish to offend this man. She'd fight if she had to, but she would try the respectful approach first. He wasn't king without a reason after all.

Glancing at the strangely colored sky, Alysia gave a brief thought of worry about that particular thought. Not about the eclipse itself, but the rumors that echoed behind it. She knew not what lie in the future, but she'd have to face it when it came down to it. Inwardly shaking herself, she turned her attention back to the King.

"Anyway I am accustomed to wandering the forests at night. I have no fear of the creatures that prowl these forests, milord." Alysia looked thoughtful for a second as if contemplating those very creatures. She didn't mention the part that she had also been one of those very creatures that stalked the night. No she hadn't been a monstrous creatures, but she had been a guardian. A wild sidhe that hunted those that dared to trespass or harm those that she deemed hers. She didn't always kill, but she did enjoy striking fear into their human souls- the utter defeat in their eyes. That however was not so any longer. A small flash of sadness entered her eyes and just as quickly as it appeared, she stuffed it down. This was no time to think of the past.

[King Cel]

The King had never relied on his looks to get women. He had eyes and knew that he was handsome--indeed, he loved his looks--but he rarely considered them to be his greatest attribute. Cel had been born and bred a dark gem of a sidhe. His mother bred him to be powerful in every way. He had inherited his mother’s tastes for politics, blood and sex; even her preferences were reflected in him. So as it was Cel never had believed his looks anything to do with his ability to lure women to his bed, for he had power and that was all he needed to ensnare those in his embrace.

Milord He heard her say as he turned away from the tree he was leaning against. The tone of her voice betrayed the fact that she recognized him as king. It was an odd occurrence, some of his own people bypassed him without any idea who he was but this woman, a Seelie fae, had recognized him. Her perception garnered his interest. He shrugged lazily, her counter point a valid one that earned a tilt of the head. ”Touché.” He nearly whispered.

His hands dipped into his pockets and he cast his gaze towards the eclipsed sky that hung over them. He gazed at the dark yonder through squinted eyes. The King knew of such rituals that could bring the dead back to life and he had heard many faerie nervously speak of such things occurring, but he didn’t think of it as an issue. As he understood, only honorably deceased could be given true life, what harm could be done in raising the honorable? He decided to save such thoughts for another time though, and turned his eyes back to the woman before him. How curious that he had run into a Seelie sidhe as beautiful as she. Cel was a man many tastes but he could not deny that the sidhe tasted the sweetest. He made no moves toward her partly because he knew of the Red Queen’s contempt for all things Darkling (and he only imagined her court shared the same stance) but also because he wasn’t sure if he wanted a taste.

”You don’t fear the Shades?” He asked curiously. The King’s face transformed into one of amusement, ”What about the treacherous Darkling Court? Or the wretched creatures your queen fears to call by name, the Sluagh?” In the midst of his jesting he caught a glimpse of the fleeting sadness in her eyes. He stepped forward, the gap between them seeming to shorten by the moment. The King didn’t press any further and left a solid amount of space between them. He had recognized the look in her eyes, it was one of reminiscence. Cel was much younger than most faerie and he did not remember the days where they had been heralded as gods and greater things, but he often heard talk of it. That talk was often coupled with the same sad look at that plagued the woman. ”So even the Shining fae weep.” Though it sounded like a question it as more a statement, ”But why when they are the most beautiful creatures in all the land?” His words were soft and spoken with some sincerity, but there were undeniable hints of sarcasm as well.

[Alysia]

Watching him step closer, she looked up at him curiously. Noting the dual tone of sincerity and sarcasm, she deemed it were well deserved. Afterall, how many of her court had thrown vanity and and beauty at others? She may have been naive in most of the way of the sidhe, but she was glad she was not vain as many of the others. She thought it a foolish notion, vanity. What did the love of his or herselves beauty do for them? Yes beauty was appreciated, but it did not govern if one could provide, fight, or even socially funtion. The only thing it did was fool oneself into a false sense of security. It was nice to look at, but practically worship oneself?

Turning her attention back to his questions, Alysia almost smiled at the curious question of her fear and nearly frowned at the question of her sadness. No she did not fear them, wary yes, fear no. She also never cared for her appearance. She knew she was beautiful, but she was definitely not vain. Which is one reason why she wore masculine clothing. She really tried to diminish (although it seemed to be an epic fail) her womanly curves.

Licking her lips, thinking on how to reply to him without seeming unreal or insulting. Glancing at her delicate long fingers, as if remembering the fur pelts she wore. The blood that coated her dagger, fingers...hands. No she had never been an evil creature or had been someone that relished in killing others. After all, can the dead tell regaling stories in a tavern? Can the dead stand in awe and fear at the mention of her name? No...but she had no qualms against drawing blood, maiming. She may not have been a very violent person-she knew the meaning of mercy, but may whatever god you believe in help you should you harm something or trespass upon something that was hers. She could and would be just as monstrous as any creature known to man. "No, milord. I fear them not, wary yes...but fear...no not truly." Alysia clenched her fist continuing.

"I was once many things...many would not have guessed so, but I was once a fear inspiring creature as well. I may have been beautiful and definitely sidhe, but I was wild and uncontrollable. A force that was relentless and furious when angered or disturbed. I cared not for the world or civilized ways, I only cared for my forest and those that would seek sanctuary and deserved so. I was friend of wolf and bear, not human and sidhe. I remember just as many humans call me monster as those of my court call a shade, slaugh, or even some amongst your court the same. I am not like those of the seelie court." Alysia's eyes glazed in memory, she almost growled the last sentence.

Remembering where she was, she shook her head as if to erase the nostalgia, she continued." As I said I was wild and uncivilized. Beauty means not the same thing to me as it would another of my court. I hide not behind vanity, because it is a weak shield. So because I am...pretty does not mean I will hide who I was nor does it make me any better than any other. I have hunted and killed like any. Unfortunately many, especially some of my court, are so eager to forget that and their pasts." Alysia bitterly smiled, a fierceness in her eyes." And that is why I weep silent tears, for something that has been lost. I fear only more things will be lost before the end." Alysia looked at the darkened sky, a strange glow across the meadow.

Turning back to the King, Alysia smiled gently. However, the fierceness still burned in her eyes. Not the fierceness of dissent, anger, or rebelliousness. It was the fierceness she had carried with her as a guardian. However she took on a slight sheepish look as she remembered herself. The fierceness was there, just under a slightly embarrassed light."That did get a bit away from me. My apologies milord."

Alysia hated when she got started on a subject. She got a wolfish and growly. She may be civilized now, but she still had her wilder moments. As she said before, she'd never forget who she once was. That person was her and still very much apart of her life, lingering in the corner of her mind. She may not have been the vengeance of the forests any longer, she may have been a kinder woman than she once was...but the guardian was still there waiting for a purpose.

[King Cel]

The sad truth was that most of the time, the beautiful could function in society simply because they were beautiful; standing around and looking the part was the intellectually vapid being’s only hope in ever gaining favor. Even Cel bought into the idea that beauty was an admirable attribute; he surrounded himself with beautiful but otherwise useless creatures. He dressed them up, tuned their manners to his liking and essentially created an entourage out of living dolls. Albeit Cel’s dolls were more often of the Barbie-does-bondage variety, they still served little purpose other than pleasing the aesthetic senses. Perhaps because of this Cel lacked arrogance when it came to his appearance but exuded arrogance in everything else.

Cel lingered a ways away from Alysia as he watched her clench her fist in some emotion he could only conclude was anger. At first, he wasn’t sure what beckoned such an emotion forth but upon hearing her words he found it was anger at the past that caused her angst. So she had been a guardian of the forest? The faerie had derived their power from nature and when that nature was destroyed, replaced by the creations of man, it was in Alanor the magic manifested itself. In Alanor the old creatures, the forgotten beings that otherwise would have faded to nothing more than fairytales came to live. And now Cel stood, staring at one such creature.

He allowed her to finish before he lifted a hand and shook his head, silencing her apologies. Nearly chuckling as the sheepish look came over her face, ”No apologies and do not call me lord. I am not your king.”

He lowered his hand, reinserting it into his pocket. He regarded her with a sideways glance as he strolled casually, staring up at the eclipsed sky. ”But you are not so eager to forget, are you? That is where your similarities to the Unseelie Court lay, no? For we do not forget, we embrace what we once were and we thirst for it again. Queen Annette…” His gaze fell from the heavens and he shook his head in a disappointed laughter before turning his gaze onto Alysia, ”Your queen was once a lowly muse but now she is a Goblin Blade. She is eager to forget her days as a creature that inspired greatness in others but kept none for herself.” He fell silent, a look of regret coming over his face. Of course the King was feigning regret as he never could recall a time where he felt such a thing, but there was nothing in his eyes that would allow Alysia to discern that. He seemed perfectly horrified that he insulted the queen of the Seelie, though it was precisely what he meant to do.

As if to forget the matter entirely he took a deep breath and continued on, ”I am not surprised that you were once a guardian of the woodland. I do see fierceness in you. What do you see in me? Do you believe me to be the monster so many claim me to be?” There was intensity in Cel’s eyes as he asked the question, the look of regret wiped from his face as he studied Alysia’s reactions.

[Alysia]

Alysia watched him lift his hand and shake his head. He may not have been her king, but he was a king. Does that not denote a title of respect? Maybe her understanding of civilized society was more lacking than she knew? All that she knew now was learned upon after arriving at the seelie court."Then I am to call you by name? Cel?" She merely asked in curiosity. She did not assume anything in Alanor. Assuming could cost you a death (trance) just as if you stuck your head out for an axe willingly.

Leaning against the tree in an almost relaxed position. Alysia was never relaxed though, at least not in the company of others. The years bred of being a guardian had cured her of relaxing around others (well she was refusing to think of a certain sidhe she met recently). Turning her attention to his other questions she pursed her lips in contemplation, an old pose that was often seen with her. She felt a slight annoyance at the insult to Annette. She may not have agreed with everything she did and said, but she was her queen. However she chose to let it slide. She hadn't even met her to know right from wrong. She would not assume. "No I'm not so eager to forget. I will not forget who I was, but despite that I am willing to evolve. I will not sit back and fade like many. Instead I will become something greater. I may not be the forest guardian any longer...I may have become something less, but I will not rot away. I will endure. That is why I stick to the forests rather than the halls of the seelie court. I watch and I listen because that is what I wish to do. When I am needed, I shall act.. As for the my queen, I have yet to meet her. She is as much an enigma to me and I will not assume right from wrong." Alysia nearly shivered as a cold wind blew past her, goosebumps appearing on her skin. She really wished she had worn something warmer. Stupid morning wake up call!

Finally arriving to his last question, she stared into his eyes discerning. Seeing the tiredness from before and the and intensity she knew not where to place, she frowned. "I believe that there's more to a person than black and white. I have heard many things about you, but just because you may enjoy those things does not denote one to just a monster. I believe your capable of many things both evil AND good. Just like I may have delighted in causing terror amongst my prey, delighted in the blood that flowed from their wounds...but I rarely killed. I enjoyed the fear they spread as they told their tales. I enjoyed seeing fools quivers and crawl their way from my forests...and just as much as I enjoyed that I did not always hunt with a cruel hand. I had shown mercy to those who deserved it. I'm more than just black and white, just as anyone. Everyone one has hopes, dreams, emotions. I can't make a correct assumption of you Cel, because I know you not nor do I like to assume. However...I guarantee you that there's more to you that just what the rumors portray. Alysia frowned, continuing. "However I see an intensity in you Cel, of what kind I'm not sure..." Alysia crossed her arms, glancing at the meadow again, a small frown upon her lips.

[King Cel]

He nodded a simple response to his simple request that she not call him king. Though he was a king and he was entitled to a title of respect in this moment he had waived that right in favor of a casual tone. In Exordium he was neither king nor darkling, he was simply Cel.

Though her words made sense they provoked a serious question. What more could the faerie evolved into when they were once gods? Did such evolution even exist amongst magical creatures? As Cel saw it there were simply two things: the loss of power and the gain of power. The sidhe were exceedingly strong but in comparison to what they had once been gods that ruled over the greatest human empires, they paled greatly.

It was interesting that Annette had yet to meet with Alysia. Cel made it a point to meet with all the members of his court, especially the sidhe. In fact, if Alysia had arrived at the Darkling caverns instead of the Shining forest he would have likely been the first to greet her. Cel wondered what lucky creature had stumbled upon the beautiful woman before him, Cel also wondered what fool had fallen for the vixen.

Her words nearly caused him to shiver, the mere mention of his “hobbies” awakening a dark fantasy within. He lowered his head and let out a low chuckle. His hand slid from his pocket and found the surface of the tree Alysia was leaning against. He too leaned, his hand planted above her shoulder. He bit his tongue and allowed her to continue her speech, not speaking until she was completely finished. ”Would you like to find out?” It was a dangerous question but one that brimmed some type of teasing. Cel’s sapphire eyes burned as he watched her but he still appeared bored. He arched an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

[Alysia]

Alysia's heartbeat picked up a few paces. His closeness made her both wary and curious. Looking up into his face trying discern his reasoning, her breath caught. His eyes burned with an even brighter intensity she was unfamiliar with. She could sense a slight tease to his question, a dark one that stirred that damned curiosity in her. The same curiosity that usually landed her in a lot of trouble.

She was at a lose for words, his question dark and her unsurity of what flew over her head. She was not a dumb creature by any means, she merely lacked the knowledge of civilized social etiquette. She knew nothing of relationships, love or even the proper way to give a hand shake or which spoon to use at a table. She knew the acts and he knew how to address someone and to keep a polite conversation. However she as guardian never knew or needed to know most of these things.

Rethinking over their conversation, trying to piece together what she missed. Just as she rethought over it, she began to piece together what that look could mean. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she refused to back down in fear. This may land her in trouble- deep trouble, but at least she would know she did not cower in fear like so many others would be in her shoes. The fierceness burned bright in her eyes as she contemplated her answer, the curiosity still churning within her. "I might...pending upon what price I pay." Alysia decided that was the best answer she could give. She was no fool, trouble lay in either path she chose. She might as well go in with her head up sort to speak.

[King Cel]

Alysia was not like any other put in this position with Cel. For many, the King’s wish was a command for the walls were alive with the roses, a territorial magic that came to his call and his call alone. Here, in Exordium, he was not more powerful than the faerie before him. Exordium was a neutral place, a natural circle of trees and other fauna that held symbolic meaning for the faerie. Cel could not force himself onto Alysia here no matter how much he desired it so. Despite knowing all of this, Cel still felt those uncontrollable urges rushing through his system and the gravity of where he stood only added to the excitement.

She spoke and Cel moved even closer so that he practically touched every inch of her with his own body. He leaned closer so that his breath mingled with hers, their noses touching. His silken lips hovered ever closer their Seelie counterparts. All that was left to do before their magic and their bodies connected was to lean in, that half centimeter all that stopped the Shining faerie and the most powerful Darkling from delving into one of the deepest acts of passion. For there was no question, once this started Cel wouldn’t be stopped.

For the King of the Unseelie Court all acts of passion were one and the same. Murder and sex came together at a certain point in his mind and though some considered that sadistic, he considered it perfectly normal. Even the great race of the sidhe was animalistic in nature, so what made the carnal urges to fornicate and ravenous desire to kill so vastly different? The outcome? For the immortal faerie, the outcome was no different. No matter what Cel did to his partner’s body they always would recover.

Until recently Cel had kept his coffer of sex and violence full by using the body of a nimbus as an outlet. His Niceven had showed him a different way. Thus he now stood there offering Alysia a taste of something only the lucky few would ever get to experience: a moment with King Cel. A mere whisper came flowed from between his lips, ”The only price you pay is one of flesh and passion, my darling. Take what you want from me and I will give you as much.”

[Alysia]

Alysia's heartbeat picked up several paces as the darkling king pressed his body against her, his lips not even a whisper away. Feeling that strange familiar feeling within her that she rarely ever indulges in, her curiosity dark and strong sparked. A strong storm of passion was stirred within.That rare fire she usually stamped out before it could consume her.

His dark offer, full of promise, just a soft tease against her lips. She wanted what he offered she realized. She never even had a chance to stamp out that passion within. It struck before she even registered what it was. She now knew she would take what he offered, even though she had no idea if it would have her end up in trouble of some type again.

Upon realizing this, her lips curved into a wicked smile and looked into his sapphire gems. With that one look she showed him the passion that stirred within. Her eyes, a storm of colors, seemed to glow as if there was an inner light from within. "Then what are you waiting for?" An obvious yes

She rarely allowed herself to indulge in the acts of passion, never really finding an interesting person to indulge in. Not many really gained her interest (well she refused to think of the other unfamiliar feelings she was to terrified to even explore at the moment) since she really didn't find many attractive in any way, but Cel had her curiousity piqued. She didn't understand it and she didn't even want to at the moment. Even though she knew she'd probably beat herself up after this, an unfamiliar pang accompaning that thought. Alysia quickly shoving those thoughts aside for contemplation later.

[King Cel]

The look in her eyes was enough for the King to tell what he needed to. Cel knew he had won. Though her words were redundant they seemed necessary for some reason. The words she spoken weren’t necessary for him but more so for her, she was the one wrestling with the idea of allowing the Darkling monarch to ravish her. The Seelie, the blessed faerie, had always publically scoffed at the idea of bedding the lesser Unseelie. But in the back of any Shining’s mind was the undeniable fact that even they lusted after the bodies of some of the fairest Darklings. Thus, Alysia’s words were only meant to assure her of what she wanted, as if she needed to verbally state it to know.

His left hand slid around her waist, hand caressing the small of her back, his wrist resting in the crook of her hip. With a small bit of jolting force he pulled her even closer than they had been before. The King’s embrace washed over her in a combination of his scent and aura. His touch was rough and powerful and the kiss that followed suit echoed such sentiments.

He pushed her against the tree, his hands exploring her body with a noticeable vigor.

[Alysia]

As Alysia was pressed tight against his chest, she slide her arms around his neck, returning his dominating and powerful kiss with the pasion of her own. Her senses were bombarded by his scent and aura, completely surrounded in it. Her own bright aura rising with his more powerful one. She knew he was not a gentle lover and did not expect him to be. She may not know what she'd be getting herself into, but tonight her old nature wanted to remember if only for a bit. If only for tonight, she was once again Bisytsya.

As her back hit the back of the tree, pressed between the darkling king and the scraping bark of the tree, she gave up on will to think beyond this act.

((OOC: I'll let you do the fade to black thingy Skylla. I really don't want to write more than that safely.))

[King Cel]

The King did not wait and he was not gentle in his advances. Yet what the Darkling lord gave to Alysia was much tamer than the likes of what he normally gave to his lovers. Though he filled her with his body, his seed and his magic Cel did not call to fruition his most malevolent side. He fought the urge to rip and tear at the soft sidhe flesh she possessed and even more so resisted the temptation to let his magic explode freely upon her, ravage her body and leave her a pulsating mass of flesh that he would gladly continue to derive pleasure from. The King showed great restraint in his dealings with the Shining woman and whether it was for personal or political reasons was unknown. Perhaps the Unseelie King wanted to show her that he wasn’t the bogey man the Seelie claimed him to be. Whatever the case as Cel finished he leaned in close to her.

Their bodies were still intertwined, connected by flesh. He could feel every bit of her around him, quivering in a way not unlike prey dying in the sharp grasp of a killer’s jaw. His breath was heavy and had he bothered to remove his shirt she would have felt the stickiness of his flesh, the perspiration aroused from their encounter.

”Tell me your name my sweet, so that I can remember what sidhe it was who tamed the Prince of Darkness and Flesh.” There was a touch of irony to his voice, but largely the king looked sincere, his eyes lingered on Alysia, seemingly enamored by her as he remained within her.

[Alysia]

Alysia quickly found out what kind of lover Cel was. It was something she had not expected from him. She knew some of the rumors surrounding this man; however, she was still in one piece. Of course she had expected the roughness and she hadn’t wanted him to be gentle. Not from this man and not on this night. It was then that she realized she had never really lost herself, her fierceness. Just as the trees and the forest are one and the same, Alysia and Bisytsya is both the same person. However as she had taken the name Alysia, she had learned things she hadn’t as Bisytsya. So in a way, even though she wasn’t as powerful as she once had been, she had already (in a small way) evolved. This night, as her body intertwined with his, she found that the world still carried surprises.

As they finished, panting in their aftermath, Alysia looked Cel in the eyes with a thoughtful look upon her face. She was trying to steady her hard breathing, her bodying quivering, and the king still within her. As he asked her for her name a sincere look upon his face, Alysia realized she hadn’t even given him it. Licking her lips, her breath still slightly hard, she replied.“Alysia.” The words softly said and the burning fierceness still kindled within her tri colored orbs. That one word was all that was needed. She was still collecting her thoughts after their passionate encounter.