Title: Falling from high
Author: wendeleen
Beta: ronspigwidgeon
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Ron, Snape/Lupin/Sirius
Thematic round four: Prompt 135
Rating: R
Warning: Hints of non-con, BDSM, language
Summary: The Slytherin country is in danger. They are suspicious of the neighbouring country which has ally themselves with an enemy country. The High Priest is appointed as the ambassador to make peace with a powerful country: Gryffindor. When he arrived there, the Gryffindor King requested the High Priest in return of his soldiers. Will the High Priest agree to this condition?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR and Co.
Chapter 1
We had been travelling for at least two weeks and the temperature had increased around six to fourteen
degrees Celsius. Even had the temperature not increased, it was much too hot, especially as I was
wearing the traditional garb of the priesthood, plain black wool robe and the hood that covered all of my
face except my eyes.
Our country was situated in the mountains, where it was always cold. The clothes I wore were war and
comfortable. Now that we were in a much warmer country, it was much too hot to wear those sorts of
clothes. In fact, it was becoming irritating and I as though I were in hell. 'Help me, oh Mighty One! I am
dying from the heat,' I thought.
"Hail, High Priest. We will be arriving at the Palace in a few hours, but we still have a few stop to be
made. There is an inn nearby. Would the High Priest please rest there while I send a few of my man to
deal with the errand?" said the Captain respectfully.
"That would be best," I answered curtly.
I stepped down from the carriage and walked into the inn, ignoring the stares and whispers of the
bystanders, who had never seen a person garbed completely in wool.
The Captain had already ordered a room for me, so I did not have to speak to the owner. As I entered
the building, I noticed that the inn was very homey-looking, a bit like the late High Priest's room,
although much, much larger. With considerable effort, I stopped myself from looking around curiously
like a common peasant. I was the High Priest and in our country I was one of the most respected among
the monarchy.
I strode past the owner, who by then knew who I was and was trying to flatter me, hoping I would pay
extra for his facilities. The audacity of these people!
I slammed the door in his face and heard a yelp and a string of curses.
'Good! I hope he's hurt badly,' I thought, feeling rather satisfied. Facilities, indeed. I am the High
Priest, for God's sake, not some desperate businessman who's wife refused to bed him.
Although I have to admit, for a High Priest I am not saintly or kind. In fact I am actually spoilt and
slightly childish. Just slightly. Most of the time, I tolerate the idiocy and rudeness of the people around
me. Well, perhaps, only sometimes…
Once in a while…
Fine! I never tolerate with people who behave idiotically. I never tolerate people who ramble away
without anything important to say. They are just wasting the time I could be using to study and do
research.
At times, I still wonder why the late High Priest Morac chose me as the new High Priest. There were
more qualified candidates than me; in fact, Old Priest Gharken was the most popular amongst the
priests. They said that he was old, kind, knowledgeable, etc.
I never did like Old Priest Gharken I thought that he was a hypocrite. He told everyone that he would
support whoever became the next High Priest, but when it was announced that I was, he was incredibly
angry. I was also suspicious of him; there was something wrong with him, and to me he had this aura of
menace. If you looked closely, you could see a malicious glint in his eyes.
I flung myself onto the bed and groaned painfully.
"Goddamit! What the hell is the bed made of , wood? Good god! That bloody hurts!" I cursed, as my
whole body ached from the impact.
I stood up and quickly striped of my clothes until all that was left was my undergarments. The window
was slightly open, cool air was filtering into the room. I stretched my body, relieved to feel the heavy
weight and stifling heat from the robe gone.
Sometimes, I wish the priests could have design something that could be used in any weather or
temperature.
"Stupid First High Priest. Why the hell do priests have to wear robes anyway?" I muttered as my eyelids
began to feel heavy.
'Tomorrow… I can go to the castle tomorrow. The bloody Gryffindor King can wait for a day. I'm too
tired.'
Darkness began to descend onto me as another yawn passed my lips.
AN: Hope you like it. Thanks again to ronspigwidgeon. 6-6!
