Silence Fills the room, with the exception of the ticking of the clock. I stare distractedly away from the quill in MY hand.
"I Need a Strategy.." I ponder aloud to MY Self as I lean back in the chair, crossing MY ankles beneath the desk. MY hands rest folded across MY torso. "..but how to Infiltrate this.. QUEEN."
A sharp rap resounds upon the door.
"Who is it?" I bark out.
The door creaks open, and an elder maid pokes her head through. "I Beg YOUR Pardon, My KING." She bows her head Respectfully. "I have brought YOUR afternoon tea."
I wave her in. The door pushes open in its entirety as she wheels the tea cart in. Carefully, she pours a cup of jasmine tea, the Delicious fragrance wafting through the air. I watch her closely as she lifts the cup to her lips and sips before placing the cup back down to pour ME a fresh cup. Once the tea has been Served, she looks up.
"May I Be of additional Service to YOU, My KING?" She submissively Inquires.
"That will Be all.." I pause. "Your name." I Demand.
"Gertrude, YOUR Majesty."
I nod in Acknowledgement before shooing her away. She curties Politely and shuffles out of the room, taking the tea cart with her.
I Sigh. "Selene, Selene, Selene.." I mutter, rubbing MY chin.
An Idea slithers into MY Mind, and I lean Forward, picking up the pen to write.
'And what of The Council?' I scribe before rolling the thin piece of parchment and sealing it closed.
I stand, stretching MY long legs and exit the cabin office in search of Peysley. Outside the kitchens, I Find him carrying a length of gold silk fabric.
"My KING." He bows his head.
"Just the person I Desire to See." I reply. "Have this sent to the scouts." I Instruct him, handing the capsule-sized message to Peysley.
"Yes, YOUR Grace." He takes the parchment and continues down the ship's corridor.
"Now to Discuss next steps with Avery." I grin wickedly to MY Self and step above deck out into the late morning sunlight. I spread MY massive wings, Allowing the wind to lift ME up into the air before taking Control in the Direction of MY Brother's vessel.
Aboard His ship, I make MY Way to the captain. "Where is He?" I Question.
"Below deck, My KING." He answers. "Most likely still in His Quarters."
I turn and head Toward Avery's cabin. Not bothering to knock, I Enter, Finding MY Brother cock deep in the mouth of a pretty brunette who is Being Pleasured in a ring of oral stimulation with three other Women. Soft moans and breathy whimpers fill the room.
"Good to See You thoroughly Enjoying MY Gift, Brother." I Announce MY Self.
He lifts His face from the mound of a chestnut Beauty, sliding His fingers in between her folds to replace the sudden absence of His tongue before Answering.
"My KING." Avery grins. "To what Do I owe this Pleasure?" He pumps His hand, causing the Woman to cry out. "Not yet." He whispers to her seductively.
"I am here to Discuss Selene's Mission." I State casually.
"I Have yet to Enjoy My Breakfast, KING Brother." His fangs lengthen.
"She is nearly ready." I boredly Comment. "Just take her."
The chestnut-haired Woman's hips Begin to jerk in Avery's skilled hands. "Ohhhhh.." She moans as His eyes Begin to darken. He licks His fangs, dragging them along the inside of her thigh. Her body stills and convulses to Life. Juices spill from her folds, her hips thrusting against His palm. She gasps in Pleasure, and Avery sinks His teeth into her pale skin. The other Women squeal in Delight as they drink from each other's sex.
Avery lifts Himself off the bed, His erection still throbbing with Need. "I was not Finished, Xavier." He grumbles.
"Selene would not Be Happy to See how You CLAIMED her." I reply.
He shrugs. "A guilty Pleasure."
"Careless." I set MY lips in a hard line.
"Who will Tell?" He smirks.
"Cover Your tracks, Avery." I warn Him.
"I always Do." Avery grins. He turns to the four Women. "Carry on without ME, Ladies. I Will Return to Fulfill each of YOUR Fantasies soon." The circle closes, and the moans continue. Avery grabs His robe and exits the room with ME.
"So, My KING." He picks up the Conversation. "What would YOU like to Discuss regarding Selene?"
"I Would like her to Infiltrate The QUEEN's Council."
Avery's brows raise. "A new Strategy."
"This QUEEN.." I Answer. "..SHE Intrigues ME."
"Do YOU Believe HER to Be Powerful?" He Asks ME.
"I Can not Be Certain, but a QUEEN amongst Kings?" I turn to face Him. "Surely SHE Can not Be weak."
He nods. "I See."
"Do You?" I cooly Challenge. "Speak Freely."
"Forgive Me, Brother, but might I Suggest YOU Seek further Counsel?" Avery responds.
"I am Speaking with You." I smirk.
He rolls His eyes. "YOU Know of WHOM I am referring."
"I prefer to Keep some Mystery, no?" I continue to banter.
Avery groans. "Mother Would Stand in Agreement."
"And yet, She is not here." I State coldly. "The Prophetess Provides nothing but Potential Visions."
"I like to Think of them as Warnings." Avery shrugs.
"Warnings.." I scoff. "Childish fables of Good versus evil."
"Perhaps." Avery Silences.
We walk along the empty corridor, Each within Our Own Thoughts.
"Why now?" I Ask of Him.
"For the First Time since YOU Assumed THE THRONE, YOU Seem unsettled." He Answers. "A VISION May Prove to Be Useful - if not for the meer Sake of Pointing YOU in the Necessary Direction."
"Your Words are Valid." I carefully reply.
"Something to Consider, My KING." Avery finishes as We step out onto the deck. "How long Do YOU Believe Selene Will Need?"
"We await the Scouts' reply for further Insight." I Answer.
"Understood." He Places His hands on the rail of His ship, a faraway gaze Filling His eyes. "It Seems but a fortnight ago."
"He was a fool, Avery." I firmly Speak. "Let it Be."
"Yes, but the repercussions.."
"..Do not Pertain to You." I Finish His sentence.
"YOU are My Brother, Xavier." He replies, staring out into the Ocean.
"I am also Your KING." I Remind Him.
"Dually noted, KING Brother." He grins.
"Enjoy Your Meals while You still Can, Brother." I Bid Him Farewell. "We anchor at dusk."
Avery bows His head as I take a step backward, spreading MY wings. I nod and drift Toward MY ship.
"My KING." Peysley Approaches ME, MY wings folding.
"Speak." I Command.
"Another letter has Arrived." He hands the rolled parchment to ME.
"I Do not Recognize this Seal." I murmur, eyeing the simple emblem pressed deep into the melted purple wax.
"It came by dove, YOUR HIGHNESS." Peysley bows.
"I See.." MY eyes darken. "I Will take this in MY office."
Seated at MY desk once again, I turn the parchment in MY hand, breaking the Seal. I unroll the letter and read.
'Xavier,
I Await YOUR Visit.
C.O.G.'
"Damn that Woman!" I slam MY fist down upon the desk. "Peysley!" I roar.
He Appears within Moments. "Yes, My KING."
"Bring ME a bottle of MY finest." I wickedly smile.
He bows and disappears, quickly returning - bottle in hand. I take it, uncorking the blood red liquid, and pour MY Self a glass. I Walk over to MY desk and pull out a small vial of liquid, emptying the contents into the glass.
"Drink it." I Demand.
Peysley takes the glass and ingests the entire glass.
"Good Man." I grin, exposing MY fangs. "Get Avery in here NOW."
He bows and hurries out. I pour two separate glasses of the fine liquid and wait.