(A/N: This chapter is slightly higher in rating, the story before was
harmless, this chapter still is, but more…uh…sexual tension. Dun
worry…nothin' bad.., juss an eency wincy bit of female slash.ermmm..pg-13)
Chapter 15
"Now jist sit still Shelaya"
Shelaya struggled to stand up "Oh come oooooon, aren't you done yet?"
"No way, we 'ave t'get ye just right, and we need to 'ave yer weapons and clothes fastened on properly"
It was the night of the Ball and as a tradition, the Queen of Ladies and her closest friends were to dress and bathe the Rogue's Knife in honour of being trusted with the King's life. Feyone and four of her friends were bustling around Shelaya like bees, brushing and fixing her hair, drying it and tying it, colouring her lips and giving her eyes shadows. Lalasa was also there, fixing the clothes she had made for Shelaya here and there.
The ladies were giggling and making jokes, everyone was ready, the party was about to start, the only thing was that the King was waiting for his 'Knife.
"Now..uuuurmmm, there we go." The ladies stepped back to look at Shelaya and sighed.
"Wow, you are so beautifully….sexy"
"You look like deadly dagger"
"No wonder the King chose you…Mithros"
"My Lady….Goddess!!"
She felt Lalasa wrapping her belt around her and placed her beautiful golden dagger with inset jewels in its sheath.
She took a deep breathe and the ladies parted to let her look in the mirror. She saw her face, with a surprised expression on it.
She was dressed in the richest deep red leather money could buy. Her breeches were stuck to her almost like a second skin, she could see every contour her muscle made. Her boots were a soft brown.
Her top was slightly nefarious…she had refused to wear it, but in the end, she was ordered to, the King wanted her to make an impression, even if it was scandalous.
It was a vest, a very tight one, that was button less in the front but had lacings, like a bodice. In the beginning she had told Lalasa that it was too small, that's why her cleavage was showing, but Lalasa had told her that the vest was supposed to squeeze her breasts together to show her lovely décolletage.
However much she screamed and said 'no', in the end she was squeezed into the lovely vest, and was laced in the front, but nevertheless, she still felt naked. Her belly and pushed-together-bosom were exposed from behind the strings, and she had a feeling she would be getting unwelcome advances that night. She sighed and watched the leather stretch over her body. She smiled suddenly remembering a day when she had been jealous of Feyone's own front.
What surprised her though, was that she had absolute complete freedom with the whole outfit, no matter how much leather it was made of, it was almost stretchable, she moved freely, unconstrained.
Her face, which was incredibly beautiful and golden on this night was flushed, her emerald eyes twinkled beneath glittery eye shadow. Her lips were shiny with gloss, and her hair was…well another of Feyone's masterpieces. Slicked back, almost unbearable, and tied up. To make her look tough. Her ponytail, which she had wanted to be free was…wrapped up in a frothy mass of a creation that looked completely stable.
She looked…amazing, she thought, and enough to make anyone think twice of assassinating the king.
Strapped up with daggers in special made pockets in her breeches, Shelaya bowed to the Ladies thanking them and walked out of her room. She took a deep breathe. Here we go…
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Seldoon was dressed richly, light blue leather pants, black silk shirt, gold on his fingers and gold on his toes. He looked quite the King.
Haer' Dalis stood on his left, slightly behind the throne, talking to his father. He was dressed in a midnight blue shirt, and dark-blue leather pants. His dark hair falling over his forehead.
He stopped talking to his father, when Seldoon looked up towards Shelaya, who had just walked in. She heard the silence of the thieves. It was just thieves now, the guests hadn't arrived.
She watched Seldoon's eyes widen. She quickly stepped up to his throne and grabbed his right and put it on her forehead as she knelt in front of him. "My Lord, I give you my life to protect yours, I swear by all thieves on this night to defend you and guard you, even if my life is taken. I request being Rogue Knife"
She heard Seldoon's voice boom "Request accepted. Here now, Court of the Rogue, Shelaya has sworn on this night to protect me, for neither you nor I can. She, being the only allowed weapons will save my life, and try to save yours lest harm comes. She has sworn, and we shall confirm."
He raised her hands to his lips, kissed it and nicked it with a knife that she had not seen before. Blood welled on her hand. He raised her hand above her head. "So it is said, so it shall be done. May the Gods and Goddesses bear witness."
A loud cheer and the whole court was clapping.
"Come now my dear, on my right hand, and let us show our visitors how ravishing our people can be" he gave her another white toothed smile, which looked whiter than before.
She stood on his right, separated her legs for good balance and stared straight ahead of her, watching the people file in.
She looked up at 'Dalis to give him a 'hello' grin, but found him staring quite open-mouthed at her. Her eyebrows rose, she gave a glance to the entrance then looked back at him. "Is there a problem 'Dalis?"
He shook his head and focused properly on her "Huh? Oh no, it's just that, you look extremely….nice…tonight."
"Uh…thanks" She answered him with a puzzled frown, she heard a wolf whistle and turned to her right. There stood a few of the Young 'Uns with Binx in the front, they were whistling at her, barking and cat-calling and making unbelievable noises. Seldoon was chuckling and slapping his knees, completely forgetting the guests he was welcoming.
Shelaya turned a red to rival her hair "If you will excuse me, I can't concentrate on my job, when you all sound like dogs in heat."
The Young 'Uns cracked up laughing.
"Shelaya, m'love, I never knew you had such delicious melons, where do you hide them all day?" This coming from Binx.
She couldn't get a deeper red, and some other thieves and guests were laughing. Seldoon was practically wetting his throne. It was 'Dalis who came to her rescue. "That's not a polite thing to say, Binx, leave the kid alone, she's got a job to do."
Binx stopped laughing for a minute. "Kid? Kid? Where 'ave ye been Haer, melons an' curves like that don't belong on kids. The girl's grown, she rivals Queen Thayet in 'er beauty, ye're heads in th'clouds ain't it Haer? Or where ye too busy thinkin 'bout Feyone? How can ye when ye've got a minx working with ye day in an' day out?" He ended his little speech with a bitter tone. He threw 'Dalis a disgusted look and began to walk away but not before: "Shelaya, m'love, mayhap ye an I could talk later, I got somethin' to tell ye."
Shelaya didn't answer, she didn't say anything. She could feel 'Dalis next to her, a solid object of many mixed emotions that she couldn't decipher. She didn't know how she was supposed to react, She wanted to lash out at Binx, or 'Dalis, to scream at them for embarrassing her…but she remembered. A thief must always control his/her emotions… so she did what she could, she separated her legs again and stood staring straight ahead. This might not be as fun as she thought.
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Guests poured in, and still Kel, George, Alanna and their invited member did not come. Shelaya was beginning to fidget.
The King had gone off to dance, but she watched closely, for any signs of danger around him .So far, there was nothing.
She looked around and caught a woman's eye. The woman was beautiful, a bronzy colour like Shelaya's. Her hair was an ebony waterfall, following her curves. Her eyes; obsidian black, her mouth; soft sensuous, a mouth to be kissed in the dark.
Shelaya shuddered, but her eyes widened as the woman remained eye-contact and began to make her way through the dancing crowds towards Shelaya. Shelaya's eyes ran down the woman's her long length. Her dress was as nefarious as Shelaya's vest, a deep violet silk dress, much like a kimono, but more wicked, caressed her hips, legs, stomach and full breasts.
She stepped up to Shelaya "Hello" She breathed. She was as tall as Shelaya, but just a little bit shorter.
Shelaya still standing well-balanced, gave a small bow, not deep enough to expose her throat "Your Royal Majesty".
The woman softly cupped Shelaya's chin and straightened her up "Oh, no need for that, let's just be casual" She purred, with a heavy foreign accent.
Shelaya's emeralds twinkled into the hematite like eyes. Just because she wears black, doesn't mean she's evil, Shelaya thought to herself, maybe nefarious but not evil.
"So you are the Rogue Knife, you must be good…uh.." The woman raised her beautiful eyebrows.
"Shelaya, Your M-, Shelaya…."
"Call me Raven," the woman's husky breathe brushed Shelaya's face. She was a bit too close for Shelaya's tastes, and she was, the ruling thief for many countries. She could gut me in a second, Shelaya suddenly realised.
She slowly danced out of The Ravens' closeness. "Ah…Raven… how are you liking the-"
The Raven interrupted her; she had come closer again, pushing Shelaya back into the curtains behind the throne "My dear, what is a beautiful girl like you, doing, among such," She paused, her beautiful face twisted with disgust, "Ugly people?"
'Ugly people?' Shelaya mouthed soundlessly.
"Yes" the woman's heated eye's gazed into Shelaya's, she was an inch from touching her lips to Shelaya's "Come, and join with me, I rule more Kingdom's than Seldoon will ever have, and with you by my side, you can rule it too. Our beauty will beguile every one" Her right hand had rested on Shelaya's waist and her left hand was caressing Shelaya red locks.
Shelaya's brains had frozen when she realised what this woman was. She's a woman lover, she wants me to bed her, and become her…oh that's why we never hear of a male ruler, she doesn't like men…and oh...she wants me?
Shelaya blushed a deep red, she seemed to be doing that a lot.
The woman murmured into her mouth "You are so pretty when you blush, my dear" Both her hands snaked around Shelaya's waist and pulled her closer to her.
Shelaya gulped, she didn't know what to do, she couldn't hurt the Raven, because that will offend her and maybe put Seldoon in the Raven's bad terms. She couldn't refuse her, because that could cause the same thing, and she would definitely NOT agree to this, nefarious deed. But how to get out of this situation?
"Raven, my dear" A boisterous voice was heard.
Raven let go of her and turned around, abruptly "Aaaaaaahh, Seldoon my dear. Just the King I wanted to see" she purred, swaying to him.
"Raven, how are you enjoying the Ball?"
"It's magnificent, Seldoon dear, the people are magnificent. I was just telling your little beauty here about how magnificent I thought everything was, my dear" She gave him a syrupy smile.
"Yes she is a beauty isn't she?" He looked at Shelaya, her face was perfect still, but he could still see the relief in her eyes. He was going to chuckle about this later.
"Very beautiful" Raven told him, as she looked at Shelaya with intense eyes, looking at her up and down as if she was rubbing against her.
Seldoon cleared his throat " If you don't mind, Raven my dear, there are people I'd like you to meet" He took her arm.
"Of course, Seldoon dear, of course." She gave Shelaya another heated look just before she turned.
"Isn't she just wicked?" Shelaya looked up to see 'Dalis's smiling eyes watching raven walk away. "I was talking to her before, she's very…nefarious."
(A/N: yep, you guessed it. "Nefarious" is my word for the day. *chuckles*)
When Shelaya nodded, he added "Though, she's a very dangerous woman, I hope father's able to get the land off the Gallans from her"
"Yes" Shelaya said
He cocked his head "What's wrong?"
She told him about the wicked woman and what she had been doing.
First his eyes widened, then he smiled, then he laughed, then he grew sober. Then gruff "Well, you shouldn't be wearing such revealing clothes." He made to turn around.
Shelaya had had enough sexual harassment for the night "Don't you go all big brother on me. You know I didn't chose to wear these clothes; they seem to be getting me into a lot of trouble."
'Dalis turned around, about to apologize, but Shelaya had done her stance thingy and was back to staring at nothing and watching the King.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, feeling sorry and walked off to mingle.
Shelaya said and did nothing
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Kel, George, Alanna and their invited guest walked into the Ball room.
Parisha kept gasping "My daughter is a thief?" Each time sounding less disapproving. It was, after all, Parisha that had taught Shelaya that every job deserved respect whatever it was, as long as it brought food to the table. And well…stealing did bring food to the table, and it had it's own set of laws and its own chivalry, and plus her friend George used to be a thief. But George is not your daughter. Another side of her was screaming. My daughter is aalllliiiiiiiive. And another side was. What are we going to talk about?
And then she remembered what George had told her, how she had forgotten her memory, and how she didn't know who her mother was.
She kept repeating the same line as they walked closer to the throne: "My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby" A pause "My baby?" the last was a question. Parisha was looking unmistakeably at her beautiful daughter: Shelaya Cartwill, who she had thought had died, but was really alive. And Parisha was surprised because… "What is she doing dressed like THAT?"
(A/N: I read that word "Nefarious" and I couldn't get it out of my head, I HAD to use it…hehheh)
Chapter 15
"Now jist sit still Shelaya"
Shelaya struggled to stand up "Oh come oooooon, aren't you done yet?"
"No way, we 'ave t'get ye just right, and we need to 'ave yer weapons and clothes fastened on properly"
It was the night of the Ball and as a tradition, the Queen of Ladies and her closest friends were to dress and bathe the Rogue's Knife in honour of being trusted with the King's life. Feyone and four of her friends were bustling around Shelaya like bees, brushing and fixing her hair, drying it and tying it, colouring her lips and giving her eyes shadows. Lalasa was also there, fixing the clothes she had made for Shelaya here and there.
The ladies were giggling and making jokes, everyone was ready, the party was about to start, the only thing was that the King was waiting for his 'Knife.
"Now..uuuurmmm, there we go." The ladies stepped back to look at Shelaya and sighed.
"Wow, you are so beautifully….sexy"
"You look like deadly dagger"
"No wonder the King chose you…Mithros"
"My Lady….Goddess!!"
She felt Lalasa wrapping her belt around her and placed her beautiful golden dagger with inset jewels in its sheath.
She took a deep breathe and the ladies parted to let her look in the mirror. She saw her face, with a surprised expression on it.
She was dressed in the richest deep red leather money could buy. Her breeches were stuck to her almost like a second skin, she could see every contour her muscle made. Her boots were a soft brown.
Her top was slightly nefarious…she had refused to wear it, but in the end, she was ordered to, the King wanted her to make an impression, even if it was scandalous.
It was a vest, a very tight one, that was button less in the front but had lacings, like a bodice. In the beginning she had told Lalasa that it was too small, that's why her cleavage was showing, but Lalasa had told her that the vest was supposed to squeeze her breasts together to show her lovely décolletage.
However much she screamed and said 'no', in the end she was squeezed into the lovely vest, and was laced in the front, but nevertheless, she still felt naked. Her belly and pushed-together-bosom were exposed from behind the strings, and she had a feeling she would be getting unwelcome advances that night. She sighed and watched the leather stretch over her body. She smiled suddenly remembering a day when she had been jealous of Feyone's own front.
What surprised her though, was that she had absolute complete freedom with the whole outfit, no matter how much leather it was made of, it was almost stretchable, she moved freely, unconstrained.
Her face, which was incredibly beautiful and golden on this night was flushed, her emerald eyes twinkled beneath glittery eye shadow. Her lips were shiny with gloss, and her hair was…well another of Feyone's masterpieces. Slicked back, almost unbearable, and tied up. To make her look tough. Her ponytail, which she had wanted to be free was…wrapped up in a frothy mass of a creation that looked completely stable.
She looked…amazing, she thought, and enough to make anyone think twice of assassinating the king.
Strapped up with daggers in special made pockets in her breeches, Shelaya bowed to the Ladies thanking them and walked out of her room. She took a deep breathe. Here we go…
((((((((((((((((
Seldoon was dressed richly, light blue leather pants, black silk shirt, gold on his fingers and gold on his toes. He looked quite the King.
Haer' Dalis stood on his left, slightly behind the throne, talking to his father. He was dressed in a midnight blue shirt, and dark-blue leather pants. His dark hair falling over his forehead.
He stopped talking to his father, when Seldoon looked up towards Shelaya, who had just walked in. She heard the silence of the thieves. It was just thieves now, the guests hadn't arrived.
She watched Seldoon's eyes widen. She quickly stepped up to his throne and grabbed his right and put it on her forehead as she knelt in front of him. "My Lord, I give you my life to protect yours, I swear by all thieves on this night to defend you and guard you, even if my life is taken. I request being Rogue Knife"
She heard Seldoon's voice boom "Request accepted. Here now, Court of the Rogue, Shelaya has sworn on this night to protect me, for neither you nor I can. She, being the only allowed weapons will save my life, and try to save yours lest harm comes. She has sworn, and we shall confirm."
He raised her hands to his lips, kissed it and nicked it with a knife that she had not seen before. Blood welled on her hand. He raised her hand above her head. "So it is said, so it shall be done. May the Gods and Goddesses bear witness."
A loud cheer and the whole court was clapping.
"Come now my dear, on my right hand, and let us show our visitors how ravishing our people can be" he gave her another white toothed smile, which looked whiter than before.
She stood on his right, separated her legs for good balance and stared straight ahead of her, watching the people file in.
She looked up at 'Dalis to give him a 'hello' grin, but found him staring quite open-mouthed at her. Her eyebrows rose, she gave a glance to the entrance then looked back at him. "Is there a problem 'Dalis?"
He shook his head and focused properly on her "Huh? Oh no, it's just that, you look extremely….nice…tonight."
"Uh…thanks" She answered him with a puzzled frown, she heard a wolf whistle and turned to her right. There stood a few of the Young 'Uns with Binx in the front, they were whistling at her, barking and cat-calling and making unbelievable noises. Seldoon was chuckling and slapping his knees, completely forgetting the guests he was welcoming.
Shelaya turned a red to rival her hair "If you will excuse me, I can't concentrate on my job, when you all sound like dogs in heat."
The Young 'Uns cracked up laughing.
"Shelaya, m'love, I never knew you had such delicious melons, where do you hide them all day?" This coming from Binx.
She couldn't get a deeper red, and some other thieves and guests were laughing. Seldoon was practically wetting his throne. It was 'Dalis who came to her rescue. "That's not a polite thing to say, Binx, leave the kid alone, she's got a job to do."
Binx stopped laughing for a minute. "Kid? Kid? Where 'ave ye been Haer, melons an' curves like that don't belong on kids. The girl's grown, she rivals Queen Thayet in 'er beauty, ye're heads in th'clouds ain't it Haer? Or where ye too busy thinkin 'bout Feyone? How can ye when ye've got a minx working with ye day in an' day out?" He ended his little speech with a bitter tone. He threw 'Dalis a disgusted look and began to walk away but not before: "Shelaya, m'love, mayhap ye an I could talk later, I got somethin' to tell ye."
Shelaya didn't answer, she didn't say anything. She could feel 'Dalis next to her, a solid object of many mixed emotions that she couldn't decipher. She didn't know how she was supposed to react, She wanted to lash out at Binx, or 'Dalis, to scream at them for embarrassing her…but she remembered. A thief must always control his/her emotions… so she did what she could, she separated her legs again and stood staring straight ahead. This might not be as fun as she thought.
(((((((((((((((
Guests poured in, and still Kel, George, Alanna and their invited member did not come. Shelaya was beginning to fidget.
The King had gone off to dance, but she watched closely, for any signs of danger around him .So far, there was nothing.
She looked around and caught a woman's eye. The woman was beautiful, a bronzy colour like Shelaya's. Her hair was an ebony waterfall, following her curves. Her eyes; obsidian black, her mouth; soft sensuous, a mouth to be kissed in the dark.
Shelaya shuddered, but her eyes widened as the woman remained eye-contact and began to make her way through the dancing crowds towards Shelaya. Shelaya's eyes ran down the woman's her long length. Her dress was as nefarious as Shelaya's vest, a deep violet silk dress, much like a kimono, but more wicked, caressed her hips, legs, stomach and full breasts.
She stepped up to Shelaya "Hello" She breathed. She was as tall as Shelaya, but just a little bit shorter.
Shelaya still standing well-balanced, gave a small bow, not deep enough to expose her throat "Your Royal Majesty".
The woman softly cupped Shelaya's chin and straightened her up "Oh, no need for that, let's just be casual" She purred, with a heavy foreign accent.
Shelaya's emeralds twinkled into the hematite like eyes. Just because she wears black, doesn't mean she's evil, Shelaya thought to herself, maybe nefarious but not evil.
"So you are the Rogue Knife, you must be good…uh.." The woman raised her beautiful eyebrows.
"Shelaya, Your M-, Shelaya…."
"Call me Raven," the woman's husky breathe brushed Shelaya's face. She was a bit too close for Shelaya's tastes, and she was, the ruling thief for many countries. She could gut me in a second, Shelaya suddenly realised.
She slowly danced out of The Ravens' closeness. "Ah…Raven… how are you liking the-"
The Raven interrupted her; she had come closer again, pushing Shelaya back into the curtains behind the throne "My dear, what is a beautiful girl like you, doing, among such," She paused, her beautiful face twisted with disgust, "Ugly people?"
'Ugly people?' Shelaya mouthed soundlessly.
"Yes" the woman's heated eye's gazed into Shelaya's, she was an inch from touching her lips to Shelaya's "Come, and join with me, I rule more Kingdom's than Seldoon will ever have, and with you by my side, you can rule it too. Our beauty will beguile every one" Her right hand had rested on Shelaya's waist and her left hand was caressing Shelaya red locks.
Shelaya's brains had frozen when she realised what this woman was. She's a woman lover, she wants me to bed her, and become her…oh that's why we never hear of a male ruler, she doesn't like men…and oh...she wants me?
Shelaya blushed a deep red, she seemed to be doing that a lot.
The woman murmured into her mouth "You are so pretty when you blush, my dear" Both her hands snaked around Shelaya's waist and pulled her closer to her.
Shelaya gulped, she didn't know what to do, she couldn't hurt the Raven, because that will offend her and maybe put Seldoon in the Raven's bad terms. She couldn't refuse her, because that could cause the same thing, and she would definitely NOT agree to this, nefarious deed. But how to get out of this situation?
"Raven, my dear" A boisterous voice was heard.
Raven let go of her and turned around, abruptly "Aaaaaaahh, Seldoon my dear. Just the King I wanted to see" she purred, swaying to him.
"Raven, how are you enjoying the Ball?"
"It's magnificent, Seldoon dear, the people are magnificent. I was just telling your little beauty here about how magnificent I thought everything was, my dear" She gave him a syrupy smile.
"Yes she is a beauty isn't she?" He looked at Shelaya, her face was perfect still, but he could still see the relief in her eyes. He was going to chuckle about this later.
"Very beautiful" Raven told him, as she looked at Shelaya with intense eyes, looking at her up and down as if she was rubbing against her.
Seldoon cleared his throat " If you don't mind, Raven my dear, there are people I'd like you to meet" He took her arm.
"Of course, Seldoon dear, of course." She gave Shelaya another heated look just before she turned.
"Isn't she just wicked?" Shelaya looked up to see 'Dalis's smiling eyes watching raven walk away. "I was talking to her before, she's very…nefarious."
(A/N: yep, you guessed it. "Nefarious" is my word for the day. *chuckles*)
When Shelaya nodded, he added "Though, she's a very dangerous woman, I hope father's able to get the land off the Gallans from her"
"Yes" Shelaya said
He cocked his head "What's wrong?"
She told him about the wicked woman and what she had been doing.
First his eyes widened, then he smiled, then he laughed, then he grew sober. Then gruff "Well, you shouldn't be wearing such revealing clothes." He made to turn around.
Shelaya had had enough sexual harassment for the night "Don't you go all big brother on me. You know I didn't chose to wear these clothes; they seem to be getting me into a lot of trouble."
'Dalis turned around, about to apologize, but Shelaya had done her stance thingy and was back to staring at nothing and watching the King.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, feeling sorry and walked off to mingle.
Shelaya said and did nothing
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Kel, George, Alanna and their invited guest walked into the Ball room.
Parisha kept gasping "My daughter is a thief?" Each time sounding less disapproving. It was, after all, Parisha that had taught Shelaya that every job deserved respect whatever it was, as long as it brought food to the table. And well…stealing did bring food to the table, and it had it's own set of laws and its own chivalry, and plus her friend George used to be a thief. But George is not your daughter. Another side of her was screaming. My daughter is aalllliiiiiiiive. And another side was. What are we going to talk about?
And then she remembered what George had told her, how she had forgotten her memory, and how she didn't know who her mother was.
She kept repeating the same line as they walked closer to the throne: "My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby" A pause "My baby?" the last was a question. Parisha was looking unmistakeably at her beautiful daughter: Shelaya Cartwill, who she had thought had died, but was really alive. And Parisha was surprised because… "What is she doing dressed like THAT?"
(A/N: I read that word "Nefarious" and I couldn't get it out of my head, I HAD to use it…hehheh)