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"there are men in this world, I know but few, they are hard to find; but, if you ever do find them, don't fight them, because if you do, you will lose. Nothing you do can stop them, you can only reign under their shadow, dead or alive. Prudential wisdom is the baby that will suckle from the grace of such a force of nature." The mystic spoke from the shadows in Tygon's room, his voice booming across the space, making it difficult to deduce where it was actually coming from.
Tygon sat up slowly, but measured in his movement, as though in anticipation of a pending magrein.
"I'm the king of Cygon; who dares speak to me from the shadows in my own dwelling without my permission? An intrusion that soil all what is noble; who dares threatens me in my own den… but he who is dark, among my enemies, show yourself oh yee Old mystic. I am not my father; I won't let you control me like you do him in his prime days… show yourself before your king." Tygon rasped in command.
"oh! when will you learn, oh you ninny child of noble men. oh, how you've wasted your glory through the mouth of your vanity. Wonder you shall wonder, shackled to the wimps of your own ego. Be gone with it now; and listen, your Doom is near, inches away from your heart, for when a head is severed, it's the heart that bares the agony. A journey to the east north or south what is the point; you will get what you deserve" the mystic said and continued.
An uproar of laughter raptured from Tygon. his chest heaving and shaking from the action. A deep contented chuckle followed, cascading into the stillness.
"Honor!" He sniggered again. "You don't know what that is, mystic. You have no idea about what honor is, or what it should be, for shadows creates the worse illusions. But isn't shadows were you live, and ever shall live."
"Why squander thou power on the frivolity of thou vanity? Trying to kill the lad illicitly because thou mistress take a liking for him and it goes against all nobility and honor. Thou dare speak to me about nobility when thou have none. Give the lad a fair fight. win over the woman if thou can, but lay not thou filthy hands on the boy. Or kill the boy and have the wrath of heaven upon thee". Silence followed afterwards
By now Tygon was up searching the room to locate the mystic but he was long gone.
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Louga sits aloof, staring into the fire in the furnace, watching the flames dance to the rhythm of the air movement. He is not in his room tonight. He fell down unconscious right after resuscitating Dzar, and was brought here after having loss so much blood to be treated for his numerous injuries… he could feel warm soft tender hands on his painful sensitive skin, applying herbal ointment to curtail any bacterial infection in the wounds.
The room felt cozy, and different from his chamber at the palace…. the ventilation quite exhilarating, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of roses filled his senses, he could feel her presence close by…. The queen of Zanka is here in this room, but he could tell the hands administering the ointment to his wounds weren't hers…. he lifted his head to see who was doing the magic on his skin. Then He locked eyes with Starzia, her eyes red and puffy no doubt from crying for long.
"How long have I been here Starzia?" he asked "a day and a half my lord" Starzia answered and continued "I am glad you are alive; the queen had arranged for you to come here. She fears for your life at the palace"
Happiness is a cloth wears by a living man, freedom a dead one…. Louga felt grateful to be alive, glad even for his victory…. "and where is here?" louga asked "one of her private chambers outside the palace where only her and her maidens spent their leisure time" she replied.
Louga now understood why he felt her presence in this space, she frequented the place and her aura lingers in the stagnant air. "where is the queen?" louga asked desperation in his voice. It's stupid of her to have brought him here; if she spends time in this place with her maidens, then obviously Tygon knows about the place and probably have spies watching.
Now her safety matters to him more than anything. He has to get out of here very fast. His mission now is to make sure whatever happened, no harm should come to the woman. she had chosen him sincerely, her love for him is pure, while his love for her is tainted with treachery. He wished he can simply walk away. But that will only make matters worse. Telling her the truth is also not an option.
Then another thought strike him as odd, why is Danty working with this people to get to Tygon through his sister. He is probably under threat. What exactly do they have against him. Perhaps he is working with them, no! not when they murdered his father. He had secretly divulged that information to louga in one of their meetings, pleading with him afterwards never to let his side know. No this people have a much organize agenda, and he have to prepare for them. They can have Tygon, but no one lays a hand on Zoree whilst he is alive.
"where is the queen? Louga asked again and a sensual voice answered "I am here… right behind you" Zoreefa stood up from the couch at the dark corner in the large room, and glide towards louga and Starzia. Starzia was terrified to the pit of her stomach because she never suspected the queen presence in the room. "Starzia please leave us" Zoreefa ordered without looking at Starzia, but instead extends her hand to take the ointment from her; Starzia oblige and left the room in a haste.
She is glad the lord is safe and alive, she is happy she got the chance to see him again, and tendered his wounds, but in reality all that she could feel now was pain and humiliation, she couldn't fight for her love to the only person she is ever willing to spent her life with… she had always love the queen, but tonight all that love has turn to hate.
She hated her for being chosen by louga, she hated her because her love for the man seems far superior. They bonded like have always known each other… yes there is going to be a tragic ending, but not even that can stain that kind of love. Imprison by her thoughts and emotions, Starzia didn't take notice of the man in a black hood following her.
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Louga felt a different sensation crept under his skin as the queen tendered him. He felt cared for; all his initial plans about leaving the place long gone. Yes, he is going to ride on this fantasy however long it going to last. He will love this woman now, and do nothing more but love her. Care for her like she had never been cared for, care for her like she is caring for him now.
they both couldn't help it. their love felt right and went beyond taboo, and tradition. Right before them was the manifestation of a spiritual bond none of them can deny or fight, it was just there, it has always been there. it goes beyond life and death.
Perhaps a madness in nature as it reunites. Perhaps, a well define game of chance in the intricate interplay of the masculine and feminine in the universe. There is a storm coming, and nothing can stop it, must one then worry about the outcome; maybe no, because the outcome of a storm is always the same.
The sensations were getting stronger now as Zoree caress louga sensually across the belly all the way down to the navel and up to the nipples, using her palm to rob over the two buds on the rock hard chest softly, and gently like the brush of a feather. Louga could feel his groin stir in response to the intensity of the interplay of mix exotic energies in his mind. His breath was frantic now, he did never realize so much energy could be in one single human being. The tinkering sensations conflagrates through his whole body.
Zorees inner candle lighted up and start melting. She couldn't believe a caress can have such an effect on the one administering the act, and not the one acted upon. Every touch on the man seems like she was touching herself in intimate places. His hard nipples stood rigid like tiger nuts. He gasps for breath and she morns in response, baffling herself as a new untapped dimension comes alive within her.