Chapter Forty-Two
"Some souls are connected by an ancient calling beyond worlds"
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Silvanna loves parties, period. In her tenure as a marine in her previous life, celebrations were a rare thing; deployment usually last months or worse, years leaving little time to meet family members and friends. Thus in her life as Salvadore, she treasured the few moments when she was present at home and there was a celebration to savour. In fact if she's going to be brutally honest; she alongside the rest of her comrades in arms tend to celebrate even with the least of reasons just for the sake of them able to throw a get together. Parties were moments to treasure in her previous life.
As Silvanna, celebrations are something that she adjusts herself to. After all she is the Steward of Arendelle, the infamous Knightess that led armies to victory, slayer of assassins, and owner of the world's largest lending institution. Every single time she visits guilds, homesteads, towns and villages, people do their best to accommodate her. That means good food, a celebration (a holiday if they can afford it), and the best commodities that they could provide. In fact it becomes a small vacation for any area of Arendelle that she tends to pop up on.
Parties are a regular thing for her now.
This party though, the night before the official start of the tourney for the sake of the royal visitors is grander than Arendelle's usual fair. Food is aplenty with varieties of every kind ranging from the spicy cuisine of the Eastern people's to the more cold but lavish plating of the westerners. This is particularly planned to avoid grumblings by the visitors due to food preference. It is a lot of work for Arendelle's cooks and cost a lot. Money however has never been a problem for Silvanna ever since she created the Winter Bank.
Currently however Silvanna is found sipping daintily on a cup of serving tea dressed in her Knightess garb leaning on a pillar watching the guests mingle around talking with each other. She is taking a break from all the talking and "negotiating" that she had been subjected to. She has to admit that she is already having a migraine. Speaking with all these bootlickers and liars that play the field of politics is like diving to a nest of vipers and hoping not to get bitten.
So far it has been good though. She has secured trade and alliance deals enough with the minor powers for the next century or so that she is sure that Jonathan Johnson would shout her ears off from the amount of paperwork she is subjecting him to. Alliances after all are contracts and contracts meant someone needs to do them which falls to the unhappy Prime Minister's set of duties. She is not dumb however. Most of the alliances are peace treaties; and other than the Kingdom of Corona and the former members of the Seven Seas Alliance, Arendelle's positions remains neutral. The last thing that Silvanna wants is for Arendelle to be involved in some small nation's disputes.
She once more checks Elsa sitting on a raised dais with her guards around her. This prevents the guests from disturbing the monarch of Arendelle unless they are bold enough to walk up the dais in full view of everyone towards her. That is politically suicide since doing so would be like a flare to everyone that they deem themselves high enough compared to others to be so brave or stupid. So far as Silvanna predicted, none had dared to attempt it.
Silvanna personally designed that Elsa be seen and not be "talked". Elsa is nervous being near so many "kings"; thus Silvanna's solution. It is not wrong for the monarch of the country after all to take such measures. In fact it would only be common sense since the Debacle where assassins attempt to take Elsa's life. Everyone here understands that and would not question the action. Thus it gives Elsa the excuse she wants and at the same time fulfils the requirements of courtesy for the monarch to be present during the feast for her guests.
Silvanna's got a nagging feeling though that even though Elsa is the official soon to be monarch of Arendelle. The whispers around the room indicate that the leaders and representatives hold zero regard to her and instead discuss Silvanna as if she's the ruler of Arendelle and its queen. The last thing that Silvanna wants is to grab Elsa's birth right from her.
"Penny for your thoughts?" a sharp baritone voice snaps Silvanna from her musings nearly making her jump in wariness. As it is though she only blinks at the man wearing a toga with a purple sash on his shoulders in front of her holding a golden cup at his hand. At his head is a golden laurel crown. It is plenty obvious who this is of course.
"Emperor Hadrian, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," says Silvanna with a slight incline of her head.
"And I you," responds the older man with a small smirk. "Finally manage to get away all the riff-raff I see,"
Silvanna only blinks at his words earning her a chuckle from the Emperor. "You're not the only one besieged by the representatives and rulers of these small kingdoms. Trust me I know how tiring it is,"
"I sympathize with your plight, Emperor Hadrian," Silvanna genially responds making the Emperor in front of her give her a knowing look.
"You know the game then? Courteous and polite, I'm impressed. I had to admit that I did not expect Arendelle as it is,"
"Straight to the point Emperor?" Silvanna asks feeling daring. So far no one had been direct at her since the start of the feast. She is surprised that the Emperor of Rome out of everyone would be so non-political.
"I find it more pleasant and less bothersome if I am direct in my words and opinions. Won't you agree so Lady Silvanna?"
"I admit, it is refreshing for a change from all the flowery words and snide comments I have been hearing all night," shrugs the Knightess taking a sip on her own cider. "So what can I do for you Emperor Hadrian? I believe that you have not sought me out only for my good looks,"
"Right in that one, may I?" he gestures to the space beside her.
Silvanna simply shrugs giving space to the Emperor who leans also on the pillar. She does not fail to notice though that the other Roman delegates are forming a cordon around them preventing anyone else from approaching or overhearing their conversation.
"I'm going to be straight with you Lady Silvanna, the main reason as to why I'm here is to see how Arendelle fares and of course you. It is not everyday after all that you hear about a small nation rising to power in such a short amount of time. I want to meet the person who brought a nation to such heights. Such feats would normally take a decade or so to achieve, yet you, you succeeded in less than two years. How so?"
"You did not truly expect me to answer that question will you?" replies Silvanna with a smirk earning her a raised glass from the Emperor.
"No, I did not. But at least I got the measure of you now by talking to you. I think Rome would benefit not having you as an enemy,"
"What's the catch there?" asks Silvanna raising an elegant eyebrow at the man who gives a hurt expression.
"What makes you think there's a catch my dear lady? We might simply be looking out for you in this great game of ours,"
"I thought we agreed to be forward with one another Emperor Hadrian. So what's the catch? I'm telling you already, if it's another marriage proposal to either me or Elsa, the answer is no,"
"No, no," the Roman Emperor beside her chuckles. "Word of your infamous less than stellar opinion of marriage arrangements are already spreading around everyone here. What I propose is for my young nephew that came with me here to be-,"
"Well, well. If it isn't the old Italian purple coat trying to seduce another nation to fall under the great supervision of Rome,"
Silvanna blinks as she turns her attention to a giant bulky figure of a man in a scarlet cape and leather undies walking side by side with another. His companion though is old and is wearing a chiton with golden weavings at the side and a blue sash with a pin of an owl at his shoulder. She knows of course who they are immediately. After all Perikles of Athens and Archidamos of Sparta are two sides of the coin leading Greece and kicking out four Roman legions off their lands.
"And if it isn't the brute from the East," answers Hadrian snidely, his former cool and warm demeanour vanishing faster than ice on fire replaced by a frosty smile. "Still, not used to wearing clothes I see,"
"We've got nothing to hide brother, and unlike you we are rather proud of what we have," answers the Spartan King with a side sneer.
"Now, now we are all friends here in this party. The purpose of this tourney after all is to make new friends and Alliances," Perikles pacifyingly chides on the two glaring daggers at one another before turning his attention to Silvanna who has wisely chosen to step slowly away to avoid the incoming fight. The rivalry between Rome and Greece after all is widely famous on the known world.
"Lady Silvanna, your beauty truly humbles me tonight. I am Perikles of Athens, but I am sure you already know that," he says bowing to her.
Silvanna admits that if not for the fact that Perikles is widely known for his schemes, she would have been fooled by the kindly demeanour he is showing. The ruler of Athens and so-called "father of democracy" did not manage to beat Sparta and Rome by kind words, no. The man is as sly as snakes go and must never be taken at face value.
"Welcome to Arendelle Councillor Perikles, I do hope that your stay has been accommodating,"
The man simply sighs juggling the wine cup at his hands before looking at her. "It's alright, a little bit too cold for my taste but what can I say, these old bones of mine are not as warm as they used to be,"
"Of course Councilman,"
"Speaking of which, I have a proposition that if you wouldn't mind-,"
"YOU DAREEEE!" the booming voice of Archidamos behind them nearly makes Silvanna jump in surprise and Perikles to sigh.
"Looks like we have to continue our conversation for later Lady Silvanna; I have to control my rather hot-tempered friend lest he causes a brawl here inside,"
"Of course Councillor," Silvanna nods courteously.
"My lady," the Athenian bows before walking towards the Spartan King who looks only a second away from assaulting the Emperor of Rome.
Deciding that anymore politicking would give her a headache, Silvanna walks towards the dais of Elsa smiling at the nobles, rulers and representatives who noticed her( thanks to her beauty, it's everyone). Answering with polite tones and gestures, Silvanna takes the normal two minute walk almost twenty minutes as she crosses the hall through the throng of well-wishers plus admirers and finally managed to walk up the staircase of the dais to where Elsa is sitting munching on a burrito with ham pepperoni and cheese.
"Of all the things that you might eat in this feast; you brought along a takeout from one of the stalls," Silvanna amusedly comments as she sits on her throne beside Elsa's.
"Imff….like it," the Crown princess answers, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth.
"Bless you Elsa and manners," answers Silvanna with a bright smile unlike the ones she presented to the guests below. Finding herself peckish; she leans to the butler standing ready at the side of her throne. "I'll have some like that of the Crown Princess,"
"Yes ma'am,"
"Not fair, he's going to put his paws on my stash," protests Elsa gulping down her food glaring at her with a small pout. Frankly Silvanna finds it adorable.
"I can have some of them delivered if you learn how to share my dear Elsa," Silvanna winks at her receiving the food from the butler with a small "thanks".
"Oh alright but only because I love you," replies the beautiful blonde making Silvanna chuckle as she takes a bite out of her own burrito.
"So Silvie, with all the politicking that you are doing below, am I right to assume that we can all come up for air and the world is at peace?" asks Elsa making Silvanna snort as she swallows her meal.
"We can all agree that we will have a lot of peace accords after this tourney. Everyone wants to make a friend of us so far and not to mention the countless marriage propositions that I am receiving," answers the Knightess.
"Am I right to assume then that you have rejected all of them?" asks Elsa teasingly. Silvanna does not miss the small edge on her voice though. Apparently her dear Elsa is worried and afraid that she might have said "yes". If not for their public setting, Silvanna would have consoled her in a more intimate manner that would leave both their toes curling. As it is though….
"Of course, we have no need for a marriage alliance. Arendelle is powerful as it is and the last thing we need is someone stepping in and crashing our equilibrium," she says with a beaming smile.
"That's good Silvie, I'm telling you that Lord Johnson would not appreciate the paperwork that he would have if you have agreed to a marriage proposal. The amount of work it involves? Pfft, not worth it," says Elsa with a small delicate wave of her hand.
Silvanna has to give it to Elsa's acting skills. If not for the small fact that she's hyper aware of Elsa's moves and quirks, she might have also believed the nonlachant way of talking of the Crown Princess. As it is, she sees enough that Elsa is relieved about her answer. For the life of her though she's wondering why in the world is Elsa still worrying? It's not as if she is leaving her. Come hell or high water, the very reason why she made Arendelle this self-sufficient is to make sure that Elsa's ass is safe and secure (off the record, it is a very nice ass that Silvanna plans to put her paws on once one day).
Time to change the topic to something that both of them are comfortable though.
"I did manage to talk to some interesting people other than our usual monarchs and representatives though,"
"Really, who?"
"Emperor Hadrian of Rome, Perikles of Athens and King Archidamos of Sparta," answers Silvanna taking another bite out of her food.
"Ouch," Elsa's face winced at her answer. "Together?"
"Together," she nods in affirmation.
"That's not good; Greece and Rome's rulers never work well together," says the Crown Princess of Arendelle with a shake of her head. "Their animosity with one another is legendary,"
"That's an understatement," Silvanna snorts. "Archidamos and Hadrian look ready to come to blows. In fact the only reason that I think that the Spartan not brain the Emperor directly is because of the two Praetorian Guard he has standing at the back,"
"That would not have deterred Archidamos at all," points out Elsa.
"And Perikles is there to keep the peace, and prevent an international incident in the case of Rome's Emperor and Spartan King duking it out on a Tourney Feast Ceremony with their fists," Silvanna adds with a smirk.
Elsa chuckles at the image painted. It is quite known after all that the Athenian, also known as the negotiator can stop a rampaging bull by simply talking it down.
"You haven't met Pausanias?" she asks though after she calms down making Silvanna raise a knowing eyebrow at her.
"Pausanias? The Second King of Sparta? No, I did not meet him yet," she answers.
"I see," Elsa leans on her comfortable raised chair. "Knowing him, he would be talking all over the place and trying to create connections for Sparta on the rest of the nations,"
"Basically everything that Archidamos should be doing if he's not so busy pissing off the Roman Emperor," points out Silvanna making the two of them giggle. This goes on with both staying silent as they simply enjoy each other's presence and company. Elsa however is the first to break the stillness as she looks questioningly at Silvanna.
"Other than Greece and Rome Silvie, who are our more notable guests tonight on this feast?" she asks.
"Well if you compare rivalry of power and riches then I might say in the current political world then England and Spain," answers Silvanna remembering the reports that the trading ships submitted when they're back at Arendelle. "Those two countries probably control most of the shipping lanes of the world and have the most colonies. Plus they don't also agree with one another in the cultural aspect,"
Silvanna looks as Elsa blinks at her questioningly, her big blue eyes looking adorable in her curiosity. "Cultural Aspect Silvie?"
"To be clearer it's in their religion," Silvanna corrects. "England practices Protestantism and Spain, Catholicism,"
"Aren't they simply the same?"
"More or less," Silvanna shrugs taking a sip of her cider. "But it's how they practice their faith that is the issue. Protestants disagree with the rituals of Catholics and the latter takes it as an insult and tends to lash back, it is thus why the feud goes to the political side then,"
"Where are their representatives down below?" Elsa looks on curiously looking down below the dais where she and Silvanna are sitting.
Fortunately for Silvanna, she is saved from pinpointing out the people from the two superpowers for a booming laugh from a man wearing black makes everyone at the hall turn towards his direction. Even at the distance it is pretty obvious that the guy is a Spaniard. No one else wears that much black on a party after all. What makes Silvanna sweatdrop mentally and be a little concerned though is the elegant tricorne at the top of the man's head and the golden pin on his chest indicating his status. For reasons unknown to her, the rather pious Spanish king, Ferdinand is standing on a chair and shouting at the top of his lungs holding a cup of whatever it was he had been drinking.
"I SAY THAT OUR CHIEF DUELIST, MASTER DE LEON WILL WIN THE JOUST TOMORROW!" he booms loudly earning himself cheers from his black decked supporters.
It does not take long to find the reason of the Spanish king being too out of it. A huge fat man decked in a red coat with gold trimmings and large jowls stand up wobbly a table away from the lean black robed Spanish king. Silvanna knows him of course at sight, King George of England.
"I disagree," he drawls, his white wig bending at a wrong angle even as his aides struggle to repair it. "I say that our dear Sir Ulrich Von Lichenstein of Gelderland will win the competition that your man is participating in,"
"WANT TO BET ON IT ENGLISH? A THOUSAND GOLD PIECES SAYING THAT OUR MAN, OR ANY SPANIARD ABLE TO BEAT THIS SIR ULRICH OF YOURS!"
"A thousand gold pieces? Preposterous!" the English king chokes. "You can buy an entire fleet with that amount of money,"
"CHICKENING OUT? I SAY THAT SPANISH WINE IS TOO MUCH FOR ENGLISH POTBELLIES!" the Spanish King's words meet with a hubbub of laughter from the rest of his retinue leaving behind a spluttering English King who is failing to form words as his face reddens in anger.
Before he can do more than respond though, another Spaniard stands up raising his glass to the air. "And besides, THE POPE HIMSELF IS SPANISH! AYE?"
"AYE!" everyone else choruses at that.
Apparently that is the most that the fat king can manage to stomach in insult from his rivals as he slams his meaty hand on the table with a powerful smack sending the utensils airborne for a second or two as he points a stubby finger at the Spanish king and the standing Spaniard at his side.
"Well, the pope may be Spanish, but Jesus is English. You're on!" he booms making this time the English side cheer as they holler at his words.
"At least they're having fun Silvie," comments Elsa beside her holding her hand, their fingers intertwining.
"Yes Elsa, they are, yes they are," sighs Silvanna. She wonders how long it will take before somebody causes an incident by punching each other's lights out.
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"Congratulations your highness, you are pregnant," the voice of the royal physician says stunning Anna as she sits there dumbfounded frozen like a statue. Now that she's thinking about it, it had been five minutes actually since she heard that voice. Had she been sitting all that time? She cannot seem to recall.
Indeed after her rather less than enthusiastic sickness that never seems to abate, she had finally acquiesced to Alucard's urgings that she let herself be checked by the healer. It did not take more than five minutes for the man though to come out with the verdict that led to Anna sitting here on the healer's bed, her mind trying to wrap itself on the issue. Terror and disbelief seems to plague her currently and every part of her being knows that she is not ready for what is to come. Anna may be hyperactive but she is highly observant and not a fool. She knows the responsibility that comes with bearing a child, not to mention that she is also a princess royal. She is already in hot water due to her stunt at the war against Nogrod but this new issue she would be dealing with is a shitstorm simply waiting to hit the fan.
Of course part of her is kicking herself now for her less than stellar actions back at Lescanna. She and Alucard only did it once but apparently it is more than enough for bad luck to rear its ugly head out. Thus the result and she is pregnant.
Every inch of her knows of course that she is simply not ready for the life changing aspects that would come for being a mother. Anna has issues, heck her issues have issues and that's not counting her rather lack of relationship with her sister who is plain adamant not to see her in anyway. That's not to mention what Silvanna will do to her once she gets word of this. Sure she and Silvanna might be friends but Anna have always deferred to the elegant woman more due to her status and reputation. Plus the fact that Anna is in awe of her. Silvanna will never hurt her of course due to her status as a royal princess of Arendelle, but she can make life difficult for her. Gods only know that the Knightess had done it more than once during the years when she, herself tends to be stubborn out of some things (cough2x courtly lessons). Yep, Silvanna is not going to be happy because of this. Of that, Anna is a hundred percent sure.
Oh and she has to tell Alucard also. Should she just tell him straight to the face that she is pregnant or will she drag it out? Anna personally wants to do the latter if only to see the surprised and horrified expression on his face. She needs him of course to take responsibility if nothing else. The last thing that she wants him to do is to make a run for it away from Arendelle.
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The sound of drums thundering echoes on the entrance hall as someone named "Prince Ali" makes his overlate grand entrance with the sound of drums and tambourines. Horst shakes his head as the rather catchy song of the Arabian prince fills the halls. He'd bet his right hand that the rather skinny guy can do half of the things his song is boasting about himself.
"Not mingling with the royals I see," the familiar silky tone that brings with it a hint of stern authority makes Horst look up from where he is sitting to the form of Lord Viktor looming over him like an oversized bat. He is dressed in robes of rich velvet of mauve violet and his receding grey hair line is waxed with the bald centre gleaming under the lamp lights of the chandeliers above the hall.
"Is this seat taken?" he asks beckoning to the empty chair beside the general of Arendelle who shrugs, gesturing for him to take it which he does so with a flourish.
"Not joining the festivities out of our other royal guests eh Horst?" he says simply taking a sip of his wine.
"Politics," Horst snorts frowning as he watches the American delegate argue with the one from Germany about the morality of a state having slaves to work their fields. "The less that I'm intertwined with politics the happier that I will be,"
"Ah, but politics is what keeps this world of ours my dear general. As annoying as it sounds, the voices of these men and women below are the ones that keeps the world spinning and not the sword of armies. Personally I find that quite appealing since the alternative is constant war and death,"
Horst only blinks at the old man, raising an eyebrow at him. "I do not believe that you have simply joined me here Lord Viktor for a lesson of poitics?"
"No, of course not general," the eery smile of the Lord of the Mines sent chills at the back of Horst. This is the reason why most of the nobles tend to stay away from the old lord. No one really knows what he's after most of the time. "I came here to ask whether you are sure of your plan as are your compatriots of deposing the royal line of Arendelle and installing Silvanna as its new ruler amid a new line,"
"Hmm," Horst simply replies as he leans on his chair the drink in his hand swirling. "My thoughts remain the same Lord Viktor. The Arens had always served as good stewards of Arendelle but like the other Lords, I do believe that it is time for a new line to sit on its throne. One that can bring Arendelle to its fullest potential,"
The Lord of the Mines is silent for a minute or so staring simply at him with those grey eyes making Horst sweat a bit before he finally nods.
"Very well General Horst, we'll do it your way. Now sit back and enjoy the show," he says making Horst stare at him in confusion.
A wry smile appears on the rather gaunted old face as he beckons with his glass to the dais where Elsa and Silvanna is sitting. Horst simply looks at the direction and can't help but mentally groan as his eyes register the sight.
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Silvanna's face feels like lead as she smiles to another visiting noble giving off platitudes and words of welcome as her duty. In fact her face feels as if a permanent smile had been plastered into it due to the thousand and one greetings she is forced to give to everyone she had met.
After her small break with Elsa at the dais, Silvanna had returned to her duties mingling and talking with everyone. So far she had met no one that important so far. It is late to the party after all and a lot of the more important guests are rather tipsy from all the food and wine they manage to consume. Most have retired with the Spanish and English monarchs being carried by their servants to their rooms . Only Archidamos remained of the great monarchs having a drinking contest with someone named Eivor from Norway. Judging from the gurgling sounds the two are doing, neither seems ready to back down soon if the amount of alcohol they are chugging are any indication.
Pulling her eyes away from the pompous noble she is entertaining who is currently regaling her with his "epic" tales of a deer hunt, Silvanna lets her eyes wander to the dais where Elsa seats alongside the Princess Rapunzel of Corona, Elsa's cousin. Queen Idun after all bears the blood of the royals of that country thus making the royalty of the two nations related. There's also the fact that Corona is the only nation present in the War against Nogrod from all the Alliance thus solidifying the strength of both nations. Personally, Silvanna wants to give Elsa some company up there as she does the tedious duty that the monarch of Arendelle is supposed to do (and rebuff as many lovestruck princes attempting to woo hers and Elsa's hand).
Returning her attention back to the young noble telling her in extremely explicit detail how he stalks the deer he had hunted, Silvanna gives off an excuse that she needs to be elsewhere, heading off before he can make another sound about his "Great Hunt".
Silvanna is just ready to head off to another part of the hall where a group of nobles are gathered when out of nowhere an arm wraps around her head with a hand covering her mouth pulling her to a dimly lit room. Silvanna's surprise lasts only a second though as her instincts kick in. Opening her mouth, she attempts to bite the hand covering her mouth only for it to miss flesh but grabs leather instead, the sound of tearing sounding as her assailant is forced to pull off the hand lest Silvanna's teeth find fingers.
Taking the advantage of slack at the arms, Silvanna pushes her ass backward, her tall frame providing leverage with the weight of her entire body behind it causing her assailant to lose balance in surprise fully letting go of her. Now free, the knife she has hidden at her sleeve immediately flashes at her hand as Silvanna twirls forward in a ready stance ready to find out the identity of her attacker.
"Your rear is as soft as ever my lady," the voice of her foe sounds makes Silvanna pause in surprise as she recognizes it immediately.
"Amelia?" she can't help but gasp as out of the gloom appears the rather pale but beautiful form of her former squire dressed in a satin dress that hugs her curves and showing off her neck and chest.
"Hi Lady Silvanna, it is good to see you again," she smiles in greeting with a bow. "I'm glad that you are as sharp as ever,"
Silvanna simply raises an eyebrow at her former protégé now smiling at her. Putting away the knife, she stands with her arms at her hips looking at the half-sister of Lord Viktor. "That is your way of greeting your teacher?" she asks as Amelia simply giggles putting a dainty hand over her mouth.
"If said teacher can use her tongue as good as you, then yes. We are happy to see you again,"
Silvanna can't help but blush deep red as she remembers their tryst back at Lescanna. It is something that she cannot forget in a simple manner. In fact if she's going to be honest with herself, it is something she wants to experience again. She pauses though as Silvanna takes note of something at Amelia's words.
"Wait, you said we? What do you mean by that?" she asks the pale beauty who smiles before looking forward behind Silvanna.
Before the Knightess could follow her gaze a pair of firm arms sweep past her elbows grabbing her chest making Silvanna gasp as hot breath touches her right ear. Immediately teeth meet her earlobe making her squeak as firm fingers grasp supple flesh at her chest.
"It is good to see you again pretty doll. I hope you miss me too," the husky accent of Queen Siora of Lescanna whispers behind her. Before Silvanna however can respond amid the rather heated stimulation of her chest area, she is assaulted by the smell of lavender and jasmine as Amelia approaches her from in front pressing her body to hers and wordlessly capture her lips, her tongue bravely asking for permission as it poke inside Silvanna's soft ones.
"We're gonna rock your world tonight pretty doll," whispers Siora letting one of her hands transfer to the Knightess' firm backside.
Silvanna isn't exactly sure if she's groaning or moaning. She just hopes that Elsa doesn't see her doing stuff like this. Gods only know how she would respond.
Too engrossed is she with everything around her in the darkened room that Silvanna missed the shocked face of Horst and the smug one of Viktor raised on the dais where they are sitting.
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Author's Note:
Hello, happy new year. Sorry I haven't updated for so long. I've kinda lost interest in the story for a bit since I've been reading Inheritance Cycle. I think the next book I am going to write is an LOTR and Inheritance Crossover. Once this story is done, it would be my next pet project. Anyways I hope ya enjoy the chapter.
