I, the writer, foresee a change of rating in the distant future. You have
been warned.
Disclaimer still stands and apologies for, once again, the delay of this chapter.
Frustration is a funny thing to witness. Especially when you are the very cause of the frustration. Xavier languidly sipped his personal blend of wine while Endymion paced a short length across his study. Judging by the way Endymion had stormed into the room with his eyes blazing, fists clenched, and still had yet to say a word, Xavier was pretty sure that his dear brother's frustration was eating away at him.
Of course, Xavier was never one to wait too long for information to reach him. The silence that Endymion was giving was getting just a tad irritable so Xavier decided to help him "talk things out".
"Trouble?"
Endymion never halted his pacing. Carefully constructing what he was going to say was not an option, since he had no idea what he wanted to say. He was frustrated, of course; any fool could see that. But at what? No question there. His new slave had a funny way of making the simplest things complicated and it frustrated him to an interesting point of hair- pulling, teeth-gnashing level. And Endymion had no idea what he wanted to do about it.
"At this very moment, I have a pleasantly drunk and amazingly stunning woman passed out on my bed." Stick to the facts, that's what Endymion had decided to do.
Xavier paused just a microsecond before continuing his leisurely slow sip of his drink. That was fast, he thought.
"I'm impressed, brother. I always knew that women were weak but to succumb to your charms so quickly? And, might I add, right after her own capture and enslavement? Perhaps I was wrong about this one. Perhaps she's worthless like all the rest." Oh yes, Xavier knew exactly what to say to smoke out Endymion's proverbial wolf.
Endymion came to a dead stop. He raised his head and shot a venomous glare at Xavier. "Are you insinuating that that girl is a whore?" Endymion's eyes blazed at the thought. There was no way the innocent creature who so openly defied him could have the weakness his brother described and just someone suggesting it was enough to make his blood boil.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Endymion, but that girl is just a slave." Xavier smirked at the slightly disturbed look Endymion got at his comment. Deciding to use this as his weapon, he continued, "I mean, even if she isn't a whore, you can easily change that status of hers in, oh say, four nights?" Xavier finished off his drink, enjoying the somewhat pleasant lightheadedness he reaped from both the alcohol and the deviousness of his scheme.
Xavier had a point. After all, this girl was just a slave. She was just another object that was convenient for his pleasure and he could take as much as he wanted. It wouldn't make much difference if he did treat her like a whore, using her at night, not really caring in the day. She could be the bed-warmer who would eventually be thrown away after being broken so many times it just stopped being amusing and then he could find a new toy to break.
The very idea made Endymion sick.
He had felt the spirit and life that radiated from the girl in the short time she had been sober. When she had lost her inhibition with the wine, the true light of this girl had blinded him. He wanted this.
Xavier saw that his little jab wasn't having the exact effect he had wanted. Instead of a lustful revelation that would eventually lead to screwing the girl, he saw a look of longing. Of course, Xavier knew how to maneuver situations to his favour. Hmm.longing.I can still work with that.
"Well, if you're not going to bed her soon, might as well give her to me now. I was going to try to introduce her to the life of being a pleasure slave gently, you know, with you as a master," Endymion glared at that jab, "but now that you don't even seem to have an interest in her, I'll just break her now." Xavier had walked over to the cart that held his vial of wine and was nonchalantly refilling his goblet. He bent his head down, but kept his eyes trained on Endymion, delighted when a look of pure alarm.
"NO!" A strange mix of shout and whisper escaped Endymion's mouth before he could stop himself. Rule number one of royalty: never let other people know what you really feel. Quickly regaining his composure, he said, "That is, I'll keep her for now. No need for you to abandon your own harem so soon."
Pretending that this didn't make the slightest difference in his world, Xavier sipped his newly refilled wine. Mmm.
"Alright. But are you sure that's what you want, brother? After all, didn't you come barging in here not too long ago, looking quite constipated?"
"Yes. I mean.it's not.ARGH!" Torn between words, Endymion simply solved his little predicament be charging out of the room, much like he did coming in. His conversation had only served to confuse him more and now he felt as if all the clowns of the land had come to dance in his head. To make matters worse, the last words he heard before the doors to the study swung shut were "Don't forget I will get her in a month!" followed by mocking laughter.
The frustrations that followed that reminder crowded his already confused mind. He stalked through the halls. He wanted to stomp his feet. He wanted to gnash his teeth. He wanted.her. Ah, hell. Damn wanting. What I need is sleep.
Endymion stood in front of his chamber door, contemplating on the best way to handle whatever situation awaited him. She could have awaken and was trying to escape at the very moment. Then he'd have to tie her down again. Hmm.that thought made him frown and smile at the same time. Endymion sighed. Whatever happened couldn't be anticipated. He'd just go with it.
He entered the room, half expecting the girl to pounce on him. He found nothing out of the ordinary, everything in the place that he had left it in. The maid was drowsing in the chair next to the bed. He cautiously approached the bed and found.
.an angel. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow. It was dirty, yes, but stunning nonetheless. The small smile still graced her face, adding the image of a heavenly presence. Soft covers had gotten entangled with her legs and left her top half of the body uncovered with the exception of the rough material of the rag the still clung to her body. The shirt held the gash he had made in his attempt to remove it before, revealing smooth skin. Endymion swallowed hard. As if to keep his own thought out of the gutter, his eyes fixed themselves on the wound he had inflicted. He winced at the sight, both relieved to have swerved his naughty thoughts and also guilty for the pain he had needlessly caused.
Making sure she was truly asleep, he turned to wake the maid. Not wanting to deal with flustered apologies, he sent her out of the chambers the second he saw the maid was conscious. When the room was empty, save for him and the girl, he removed his clothing. Habit overrode logic before his mind kicked in fast enough. He was half sliding in the bed unclothed when he realized how panicked the girl would be if she woke up next to a naked man who, according to her, had attempted the rape her. He let out a sigh. He put back on the slacks he had just taken off and slipped back in. With regards to the girl's earlier fear, he left a good 2 feet between them, though some of her hair was still only inches away from him. He pulled up the blankets to cover her and covered himself as well. Taking in the sight of the beauty, he vowed to stay awake as long as he could, if just to see vision.
Shorter than the last chapter, yes, but hey!
Review please! Flame me if you wish! My love to all my readers. In fact, I'd give a hug and a peck on the cheek to anyone who is actually reading these very words: you love my story so much you're even reading the part that has nothing to do with it!
Disclaimer still stands and apologies for, once again, the delay of this chapter.
Frustration is a funny thing to witness. Especially when you are the very cause of the frustration. Xavier languidly sipped his personal blend of wine while Endymion paced a short length across his study. Judging by the way Endymion had stormed into the room with his eyes blazing, fists clenched, and still had yet to say a word, Xavier was pretty sure that his dear brother's frustration was eating away at him.
Of course, Xavier was never one to wait too long for information to reach him. The silence that Endymion was giving was getting just a tad irritable so Xavier decided to help him "talk things out".
"Trouble?"
Endymion never halted his pacing. Carefully constructing what he was going to say was not an option, since he had no idea what he wanted to say. He was frustrated, of course; any fool could see that. But at what? No question there. His new slave had a funny way of making the simplest things complicated and it frustrated him to an interesting point of hair- pulling, teeth-gnashing level. And Endymion had no idea what he wanted to do about it.
"At this very moment, I have a pleasantly drunk and amazingly stunning woman passed out on my bed." Stick to the facts, that's what Endymion had decided to do.
Xavier paused just a microsecond before continuing his leisurely slow sip of his drink. That was fast, he thought.
"I'm impressed, brother. I always knew that women were weak but to succumb to your charms so quickly? And, might I add, right after her own capture and enslavement? Perhaps I was wrong about this one. Perhaps she's worthless like all the rest." Oh yes, Xavier knew exactly what to say to smoke out Endymion's proverbial wolf.
Endymion came to a dead stop. He raised his head and shot a venomous glare at Xavier. "Are you insinuating that that girl is a whore?" Endymion's eyes blazed at the thought. There was no way the innocent creature who so openly defied him could have the weakness his brother described and just someone suggesting it was enough to make his blood boil.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Endymion, but that girl is just a slave." Xavier smirked at the slightly disturbed look Endymion got at his comment. Deciding to use this as his weapon, he continued, "I mean, even if she isn't a whore, you can easily change that status of hers in, oh say, four nights?" Xavier finished off his drink, enjoying the somewhat pleasant lightheadedness he reaped from both the alcohol and the deviousness of his scheme.
Xavier had a point. After all, this girl was just a slave. She was just another object that was convenient for his pleasure and he could take as much as he wanted. It wouldn't make much difference if he did treat her like a whore, using her at night, not really caring in the day. She could be the bed-warmer who would eventually be thrown away after being broken so many times it just stopped being amusing and then he could find a new toy to break.
The very idea made Endymion sick.
He had felt the spirit and life that radiated from the girl in the short time she had been sober. When she had lost her inhibition with the wine, the true light of this girl had blinded him. He wanted this.
Xavier saw that his little jab wasn't having the exact effect he had wanted. Instead of a lustful revelation that would eventually lead to screwing the girl, he saw a look of longing. Of course, Xavier knew how to maneuver situations to his favour. Hmm.longing.I can still work with that.
"Well, if you're not going to bed her soon, might as well give her to me now. I was going to try to introduce her to the life of being a pleasure slave gently, you know, with you as a master," Endymion glared at that jab, "but now that you don't even seem to have an interest in her, I'll just break her now." Xavier had walked over to the cart that held his vial of wine and was nonchalantly refilling his goblet. He bent his head down, but kept his eyes trained on Endymion, delighted when a look of pure alarm.
"NO!" A strange mix of shout and whisper escaped Endymion's mouth before he could stop himself. Rule number one of royalty: never let other people know what you really feel. Quickly regaining his composure, he said, "That is, I'll keep her for now. No need for you to abandon your own harem so soon."
Pretending that this didn't make the slightest difference in his world, Xavier sipped his newly refilled wine. Mmm.
"Alright. But are you sure that's what you want, brother? After all, didn't you come barging in here not too long ago, looking quite constipated?"
"Yes. I mean.it's not.ARGH!" Torn between words, Endymion simply solved his little predicament be charging out of the room, much like he did coming in. His conversation had only served to confuse him more and now he felt as if all the clowns of the land had come to dance in his head. To make matters worse, the last words he heard before the doors to the study swung shut were "Don't forget I will get her in a month!" followed by mocking laughter.
The frustrations that followed that reminder crowded his already confused mind. He stalked through the halls. He wanted to stomp his feet. He wanted to gnash his teeth. He wanted.her. Ah, hell. Damn wanting. What I need is sleep.
Endymion stood in front of his chamber door, contemplating on the best way to handle whatever situation awaited him. She could have awaken and was trying to escape at the very moment. Then he'd have to tie her down again. Hmm.that thought made him frown and smile at the same time. Endymion sighed. Whatever happened couldn't be anticipated. He'd just go with it.
He entered the room, half expecting the girl to pounce on him. He found nothing out of the ordinary, everything in the place that he had left it in. The maid was drowsing in the chair next to the bed. He cautiously approached the bed and found.
.an angel. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow. It was dirty, yes, but stunning nonetheless. The small smile still graced her face, adding the image of a heavenly presence. Soft covers had gotten entangled with her legs and left her top half of the body uncovered with the exception of the rough material of the rag the still clung to her body. The shirt held the gash he had made in his attempt to remove it before, revealing smooth skin. Endymion swallowed hard. As if to keep his own thought out of the gutter, his eyes fixed themselves on the wound he had inflicted. He winced at the sight, both relieved to have swerved his naughty thoughts and also guilty for the pain he had needlessly caused.
Making sure she was truly asleep, he turned to wake the maid. Not wanting to deal with flustered apologies, he sent her out of the chambers the second he saw the maid was conscious. When the room was empty, save for him and the girl, he removed his clothing. Habit overrode logic before his mind kicked in fast enough. He was half sliding in the bed unclothed when he realized how panicked the girl would be if she woke up next to a naked man who, according to her, had attempted the rape her. He let out a sigh. He put back on the slacks he had just taken off and slipped back in. With regards to the girl's earlier fear, he left a good 2 feet between them, though some of her hair was still only inches away from him. He pulled up the blankets to cover her and covered himself as well. Taking in the sight of the beauty, he vowed to stay awake as long as he could, if just to see vision.
Shorter than the last chapter, yes, but hey!
Review please! Flame me if you wish! My love to all my readers. In fact, I'd give a hug and a peck on the cheek to anyone who is actually reading these very words: you love my story so much you're even reading the part that has nothing to do with it!