Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, it belongs to the idiots who killed Dahlia.
AN: Yes I'm still writing, "I belong to you", but its not running as smoothly as I thought it would. And I have always wanted to write something like this, you know Cara's running D'Hara, while everyone's jumping through hoops for her, Zedd's annoying her at every turn. And Dahlia, well Dahlia's pretty much the only one she likes "coughs" loves. Anyway on with the show.
Prologue.
The People's Palace, 28th year of Panis Rahl's reign.
Twelve year old Cara walked along at her father's side, listening intently as he explained the uses of Mord'Sith.
"Well Cara, what are the traits of a true Mord'Sith" Her father questioned, coming to a stop just outside the royal stables.
Cara tilled her head to the side before conducting her answer swiftly. "Mord'Sith should be totally devoid of any emotion, save hate and anger. The only love she should feel is for the reigning Lord or Lady Rahl. Further more, she should be prepared to willing give her life for the safety of the head of house Rahl". Cara finished, looking her father in the eye. She had been taught about the uses of Mord'Sith and the D'Haran army along with politics and the art of war and sword play since she was three years old. But lately her father had been randomly asking her questions about the economy, agriculture and the people's needs.
"Correct Cara as usual..." Her father said proudly "...But you must also remember that Mord'Sith cannot always prevent the death of the Reigning monarch." Her father said, thoroughly confusing the young girl. He went on about how efficient the Mord'Sith were, how they were seemingly unstoppable, and then he makes a statement like that. Before she could question her father, he walked into the stable.
The young blonde followed her father slowly, as she entered, she saw her father mounting his black stallion, urging her to hurry to mount her own black stallion that was currently being saddled by their groom. Quickly swinging into the saddle, she looked at her father closely.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her father had been taking her all over D'Hara as of late, she enjoyed spending time with her father, however he had been giving her many cryptic messages. She simply didn't know who to share her concerns with, her mother would worry and overreact, any close friends couldn't really be trusted not to let it slip to their power-hungry parents and servants were simply out of the question.
"Today, we are going to Jandralyn, Mistress Nathair has sent a new regiment of Mord'Sith, and I have decided that you need your own protection." Her father stated, before digging his heels into his stallion's flanks, causing the animal to trot forward.
Protection against what? She thought, as she urged her own horse onwards at a brisk trot.
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Temple of Jandralyn.
Cara pulled back on her horses reigns promptly bringing the great animal to a stop, and smoothly slid from the crimson leather saddle, handing the reigns over to one of the Mord'Sith's pets, the young serving girl didn't meet her eyes as she went about her task.
"Ready?" Her father asked, he had always thought she feared the Mord'Sith, more than anything they intrigued her, she also respected the Mord'Sith, they way they moved, they took death and pain in their stride, they were truly magnificent creatures.
Nodding sharply, she walked side-by-side with her father into the large receiving hall, where Mistresses Denna and Nathair had their heads bowed, and their hands clasped in front of them.
"My Lord, Mistress Rahl" They greeted polity, fully in synch with each other.
"Mistress Denna, Mistress Nathair..." Her father them greeted softly "...I trust the new recruits are ready to prove themselves for my daughter."
"Of course my Lord, in faith these are some of the most impressive sisters I have had the pleasure of training" Nathair reported.
"Good, I'm glad that Cara will have people she can trust, when the time comes" Her father said absently. Cara frowned, "When the time comes".
"Father with all due respect, I hardly think I'm in any real danger, and even if I was I'm not exactly defenceless" Cara growled.
"I agree, my Lord, I have personally trained Mistress Rahl for many years, her skill puts most of my sisters to shame" Denna said supportively. Cara nodded to her in thanks, the gesture was returned softly.
"Cara I know you are very capable, but it would make me feel better knowing you have extra protection" Her father reasoned.
Cara snarled in frustration, but relented with a harsh sigh, there was really very little point in arguing with Lord Panis Rahl. Nathair recognised the defeat and walked out of the side doors, she returned shortly after with a line of leather clad Mord'Sith, most of which were about her age or younger. Denna directed them to pair up and go over to the side, a single pair was left in the centre of the room, with a nod from Denna they engaged in sparring. For the next hour she watched the Mord'Sith display their skills, a few caught her eye. Finally the last pair two tall brunettes, both of which were glaring at each other, something indicated that this was a personal feud.
"Triana and Dahlia truly are the best of this quad." Nathair whispered into Cara's ear. she could see that clearly as the brunettes faced off.
After a flurry of blows and defensive stances she was thoroughly impressed with both the brunettes, however it was the one with the blue eyes that had truly caught her attention, she had been one step ahead through the entire fight.
"Enough!" Cara called out, the fight instantly came to a halt. "I've seen enough from you two..." Cara declared, all of the potentials formed a single line once more. Walking up and down the line Cara selected four Mord'Sith that had really proved themselves by the names of Berdine, Raina, Hally and Rikka, she required two more Sisters of the Agiel to appease her father. "...Triana and Dahlia" Cara said slowly.
"Very well, those of you my daughter has chosen I want you all ready to travel back to the palace immediately. The rest, you will be assigned permanent placements at Jandralyn" Her father called out.
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Back at the People's Palace.
Dahlia stopped her black war horse behind the Mistress Rahl, admiring the Princess's glorious form from behind, long mane of blonde hair back in a braid similar to that of a Mord'Sith. Confident stature, and she was clad in a red leather vest and pants. As the Mistress slide easily from the saddle giving Dahlia a nice view of her firm backside. Dismounting her horse she followed the Lord Rahl and his heiress, into the majestic marble structure known as the People's Palace. Dahlia and her sisters were quickly sorted into rooms surrounding Mistress Rahl's own bed chamber, schedules were decided upon swiftly, Dahlia was to be at Mistress Rahl's side day and night because she was more "effective", as the Lord Rahl had said, her sisters were to discretely make sure safety precautions were kept up to standards, and to shadow the young Mistress for as long as they were physically able. As they all settled into their new found routine, Mistress Rahl stated that she was leaving the safety of the palace, so as was her duty Dahlia followed her Mistress outside, to a small clearing in the lush green forest, there was a narrow lake running through the clearing. Dahlia stood off to the side as she watched her Mistress stalk over to the river.
"You might as well familiarise yourself with the layout we are going to be spending a lot of time here." The blonde instructed.
"Yes Mistress." Dahlia said before moving away from the blonde.
"Wait" as the words left the blonde's mouth, Dahlia froze instantly, "When we are alone you will call me Cara, not Mistress" Dahlia frowned slightly. "As you wish...Cara" Dahlia finished before setting about her task.
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Two years later,
"How could they do this!, my father still lives and breathes, insolent bastards", Cara ranted, panting from the force of her rage. Dahlia watched this quietly, leaning against the door of the chamber. Knowing that nothing could calm Cara down when she was this worked up. The Lord Rahl, Cara's father, had recently been declared insane, his symptoms had shown when they were twelve he had "seen" conspiracy everywhere even accusing his illegitimate son Darken of trying to kill him a few months after Dahlia had come to the People's Palace, naturally several Mord'Sith had been called from Jandralyn to guard the Lord Rahl and to keep a watch on Darken. Now that Lord Rahl was accusing the noblemen of D'Hara of trying to overthrow him, they had gathered and declared that they wouldn't follow a mad king, meaning that Cara had to either take the title of Lady Rahl, hand the country over to the highest ranking nobleman, or risk open civil war. A harsh sigh from Cara caught her attention.
"What do you think I should do, I can't take the thrown Dahlia, I'm not ready." Dahlia hated the confusion she could hear in the blonde's voice. A Mord'Sith was supposed to be a pillar of strength and stability for the one she served. But this was a path Cara had to walk alone, as much as she wanted to, Dahlia couldn't follow.
"Cara I will support you for as long as I live, but I can't help you with this" Dahlia said softly. Cara went over to her large oak desk, and sat down, the blonde buried her face In her hands, her entire body was tense. Dahlia was filled with helplessness, feeling useless wasn't good for a Mord'Sith and it often lead to violence, already Dahlia could feel the need to beat her frustration out on something, either that or lose herself in the pleasure of a willing body. Cara raised her blonde head and looked into Dahlia's eyes, Dahlia saw the assertiveness shining in the blonde's stunning aquamarine eyes, and it had an instantaneous effect on Dahlia's already heating libido. As Cara rose from her chair and stalked over to the brunette Mord'Sith, the blonde stopped mere inches from from the brunette, at this time Dahlia was panting lightly and her ice blue eyes had darkened with desire.
"There is something else you can help me with, though" Cara purred wrapping her arms around the Mord'Sith's waist lust burning in Cara's eyes. Then Cara crushed her lips to Dahlia's, gasping softly the brunette opened her mouth to let the blonde's tongue into her sweetness, the brunette slide her tongue out to clash with the blonde's in a battle for dominance. Moaning against the brunette's mouth Cara backed her against the wall, pumping her tongue in the brunette's mouth ruthlessly, demanding the Mord'Sith's absolute submission.
Cara trailed her hands down to the front of the brunette's pants, releasing her belt buckle and then the laces that kept the Mord'Sith's leathers together. Dahlia mewled with hungry anticipation, already her cunt was getting wet. Cara smiled against the brunette's lips, before dipping her hand inside the brunette's pants, her fingers rubbed against Dahlia's glistening pussy, spreading her juices on her fingers, then the blonde gently pushed two fingers into the Mord'Sith's cunt. Dahlia threw her head back and cried out when she entered her swiftly.
"Mm Cara" Dahlia moaned, with her free hand the blonde entwined her fingers with the gloved ones of the Mord'Sith and lifted their hands above their heads initiating a form of intimacy neither girl had allowed themselves before. Soon after Cara started thrusting her fingers inside Dahlia's hot core, curling them inside the brunette and hitting her sweet spot every time she thrust inside the brunette. Both girls were panting harshly as she felt her lover began to buck her hips into the pounding of her fingers. The all to familiar tightening in the brunette's deliciously tight inner muscles around her rapidly pounding fingers had her burying her passion flushed face in the crook of the Mord'Sith's magnolia pale neck. She bit off a moan of her own as she slipped a third digit inside Dahlia's quivering pussy, the tightness of her lover's cunt had her own clit pounding needfully, lusciously stretching the brunette further and earning her a sharp cry from her mate. She pressed her thumb into the brunette's clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in hard circles. The Mord'Sith was so close, she could sense it, feel it, taste it.
"Oh shit, Cara just like that. Mm yes, Spirits above, I'm gonna cum" Dahlia mewled.
"Fuck yes, cum for me, baby" Cara growled into the brunette's ear.
A loud scream erupted from Dahlia's throat as her inner muscles clamped down on Cara's pounding fingers and pleasure flooded her entire body. She moaned when she felt the brunette's juices flood her hand. Dahlia clenched their entwined fingers hard as she tried to regain control over her breathing and her composure. Cara smiled tenderly and withdrew her long slender fingers from Dahlia's cunt gently, and possessing her lips in a soft, intimate kiss.
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Two years later
Sixteen year old Cara looked across the training room, lazily twirling her black and gold sword, waiting for Triana and Garren to make their move, both Mord'Sith had their Agiels raised slightly in front of them and were cautiously circling their Mistress, assessing her for weakness. Triana moved forward swiftly aiming her Agiel at Cara's lower right leg at the same instance Garren swung her Agiel at Cara's left shoulder, she ducked beneath Garren's arm before either of their blows could land, slamming her boot into Garren's lower back, she sent both Mord'Sith to the ground in a mass of limbs. Cara rolled her eyes, could anyone provide her with half a decent challenge.
Triana quickly emerged, clearly flustered and irritated, at her easy defeat.
"With all due respect Mistress how am I supposed to fight with her when she has absolutely no coordination." Triana snarled glaring at Garren and Cara.
"You're a Mord'Sith Triana you'll adapt" Cara said dismissively.
"Besides you should have seen her moving and prevented it" Garren growled defensively to Triana. As the two started arguing, Cara sighed and resigned herself to dealing with court life for the rest of the day, joy, politics. Over the past two years the inevitable civil war had broken out, fortunately Cara had directed the Mord'Sith to quell the rebellions, this had proved a successful strategy so far, although to her dismay, Denna had requested Dahlia's assistance and Cara couldn't be seen to have a favourite among the sisters of the Agiel, not yet anyway. Walking purposely through the white marble walls of the palace, she soon found herself outside the thrown room were the nobles would be arguing with the Queen regent, Cara's mother.
"Whose winning?" she asked the Mord'Sith positioned outside the thrown room.
"The Queen hasn't agreed to anything too stupid yet." Berdine reported, the tall brunette was the more of an intellectual type than the rest of her sisters and was the only Mord'Sith to be fluent in high D'Haran, a dying language that all magic was based upon. Cara nodded, well then time to see the damage.
"And you might want to tell the baron that no Mord'Sith would ever serve him, simply because he is an idiot." Raina added. Cara grinned at that, Berdine and Raina were her most trusted Mord'Sith second only to Dahlia. Nodding again, the Mord'Sith opened the chamber doors, before proclaiming,
"Mistress Cara Rahl, duchess of the western territories, heir to Lord Panis Rahl and future Queen of all D'Hara." Everyone stood and bowed their heads in respect. A chorus of "Hail Mistress Rahl's" echoed through the chamber as Cara made her way down to where her mother sat looking flustered.
"You can return to your sewing mother I'll deal with this" Cara whispered in the Queen's ear.
"Gentlemen be seated" Cara said pleasantly, let the games begin.
Half way through the squabbling, the chamber doors opened again to reveal the leather clad woman Cara had be longing for ever since she left, Dahlia. Striding confidently down to Cara's side, whispering softly "Miss me?" Cara smiled slightly ignoring the shocked looks they were getting from the nobles.
"Gentlemen that is all for today" Cara's determined voice left no room for argument from any soul with any tiny inkling of intelligence. Soon enough she was alone with her lover.
"You haven't answered my question" Dahlia pouted.
"I missed you more than you'll ever know" Cara sighed happily wrapping her arms around the Mord'Sith.
"I think I have a pretty good idea." Dahlia said gently, returning Cara's embrace, and capturing the blonde's sculpted lips possessively.
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One year later, training room.
Cara was watching Dahlia stalk towards her, her Agiel was unsheathed and held loosely at the brunette's side. Swiftly unsheathing her sword from its scabbard at her hip, she circled Dahlia slowly, just then the doors to the training room burst open, to reveal twenty Mord'Sith in a formation of two lines by ten, lead by First Mistress Denna, and, positioned in the same formation as the Sisters of the Agiel, twenty members of the Dragon Corps were lead by Commander General Trimack of the First File.
Pressing the first four inches of her lethally sharp sword into the sand used to buffer the combatants from the hard marble beneath the yellow grains, she turned towards the intruders, sharing a confused look with her lover as she did. She parted her full pink lips to formally greet the new arrivals, she didn't get the chance before they all dropped onto one knee, with their gloved fists clasped over their hearts. In a single strong voice that lifted beyond to the tall arched ceiling, their words were a knife directly to her chest:
"Mistress Rahl guide us, Mistress Rahl teach us, Mistress Rahl protect us, in your light we thrive, in your mercy we are sheltered, in your wisdom we are humbled, we live only to serve, our lives are yours." Cara felt like she'd just been punched in the stomach, and her assailant was wearing an armoured glove and gauntlet, with no time to brace herself for the powerful strike. Her beloved father was no more,
And so begins the reign of Mistress Cara Rahl.
TBC . . .