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Rated M for mature...for a very good reason. The Lemon starts 4th chapter.
Chapter 2: Courtship
The Silver Haired blood elf farstrider woman payed no heed to Lor'themar, too busy training with the dummy. She reloaded her bow with an arrow from her quiver, her pale hands softly yet quickly grasping the arrow and putting it into it's place. Her grace with her movements made the Regent Lord smile. She took a deep breath before firing another arrow, this time the arrow landed dead center on the forehead of the dummy. By now, the dummy had many nicks and scars on it, as if a wild beast had attacked it brutally and without grace. But Theron knew that it's wounds were not from a savage animal. It was from the hunter that was standing near it, brushing her hair with her hands and breathing the clean, Eversong Woods air. Lor'themar grinned. She had not noticed him yet, too busy prizing her exploits. The perfect time to make his move.
Lor'themar walked closer to her until they were a few strides apart. His footsteps were light and so it was a great surprise to the female when he spoke. With many years behind him with practice in his tones, his voice was majestic and light, with not a bit of melancholy or fear.
"Well, hello there, female farstrider," he said softly, attempting to seduce her. One of the tones he had learned through all his years as Regent Lord. "May I ask for your name?"
The silver haired girl dropped her arrow and turned to the Regent Lord, hastily bowing. Lor'themar glanced into her eyes. He could see much of her good qualities, her power, her courage, her intelligence. But mostly, her beauty. The girl could not help but look at his exposed abdomen. The moment she got a good glance she looked back into his eyes. Lor'themar allowed himself one, sly grin as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Cyrstilynda, my lord," she replied. Her voice was as sweet as sugar and as soft as a pillow.
Lor'themar took a step closer to her. Cyrstilynda was so beautiful, and she had such a good voice.
"I must say, Cyrstilynda, you are prettier than the prettiest flower," he praised. The female ranger began to blush.
"Why, thank you, my Lord Regent," she replied, bowing once again.
Lor'themar took a short and barley noticeable glance at Cyrstilynda's bosoms. They were rather large, for an elf of course, and made Lor'themar even more aroused. He then walked close to her until the space between them was no more. Then, slowly, he wrapped one of his hands around her. Cyrstilynda's eyes widened at the sudden loving movement. But then she felt Lor'themar's toned biceps against her skin, and felt at ease. Lor'themar brang his mouth to her ears.
"I am going to tell it straight, Cyrstil," he whispered softly in her ear. "Do you have a mate?"
"No."
"Good," Lor'themar grinned. "You see, I am searching for one, and I dearly hope that you are as well. Do not fear, I am a good lover, I can protect you and I am financially protected from theft. I have been told that I am nice, maybe a little too nice, and as you can see from the scars on my face and the lack of two eyes, I have been through a lot. We do not have to get married right away, of course, that would be next to foolish on the grand scale of things. All I am asking for is, one night, just a dinner in the Spire. After that I will decide if we should move on. So, what do you say?"
Cyrstilynda blinked. She was in total shock. The Regent Lord of Silvermoon was asking her to dinner. The Regent Lord. She could not believe it. She began to shake a bit. Lor'themar noticed her sudden fear of him and frowned. "What's wrong? Have I done something wrong in the courting process? By the sun, forgive me."
Cyrstil quickly shook her head. "No, no," she said. "It's fine. I'll eat with you. It's just that..."
"That...?"
"That I have never been on a courting before, great Regent Lord. In fact, I do not even know how to take care of a man. I am sorry Lor'themar but, you would be better off with another."
Lor'themar froze for a mere moment. Then he brang himself closer to her ear and nibbled on it slightly. When he was finished, he put his lips to the opening of the ear and whispered, "no. I expect that you will be just the right one for me." He then rubbed his hands along her back and stroked her silver hair. Cyrstil smiled slightly and sighed. He was teasing her and she knew it. She then smiled and said, "if you are final about your decision, then I accept your offer." This time, her tone was more confident . Lor'themar thought her tones were good enough. He called for his Hawkstrider, and mounted upon it, helping her up as well. She held onto him tight as he began to ride off to the spire.
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End of chapter 2. Sorry for lack of length. Chapter 3 will be better.
