A/N: This is a funny one.
Rekindled
Chapter Eight: Lusty Conversations
by: DarkDracon0
Dante opened his eyes only to be blinded by light. He shut his eyes again, feeling worse than he ever had in his whole life. His left shoulder hurt like hell and his head was pounding as if some idiot had conked it with a hammer. Oh gods, he thought. " Dante?" Kel's voice flooded his head. No, no, now he was hearing things... " Dante!" Kel yelled a little louder. Kel had seen him open and close his eyes. When she had called him and waited for his response, he only groaned and mumbled swear words under his breath. Gods, he knew certainly knew language. " Alright, you don't have to say it so loudly..." Dante muttered. He opened his eyes again, waiting for them to adjust to the bright light. He saw Kel, wearing her officer's uniform livery. " Are you still sure that you don't want me to warm your bed, Keladry?" Kel stared at Dante. The first thing out of his mouth after he had awoken from that nasty arrow hit was to ask her to bed him. The stupid rake. Didn't he think with his
brain? Other than between the legs... " How about you seduce some other girl, why don't you Dante?" He smiled.
" I like you in particular." Dante was fine, Kel was sure of it.
" I dislike you in particular."
" Why do you refuse me, Keladry? I assure you that I have all my body parts intact and they all function properly."
" I'm not available."
" Ah, that esteemed lover of yours again?"
" Perhaps."
" You know, and I already offered you, I could dipose of this 'lover' if you dislike him... or her..."
" WHAT!?" Kel glared at him. He thought her a- a-a- The damnable bastard. " You think me a perderast?!"
" Well not really, just in case you were uncomfortable to touch such subjects-"Kel took a deep breath, holding it for ten seconds before she exploded. " I HATE YOU!!" Kel stormed out of the tent, muttering what she was going to do with him if she ever got her hands around his neck. Wring it like she would a chicken. Dante grinned and laid back on to his bed cot. Kel surely loved him.
Two days later
Fort Mirris
Kel was still muttering about doing horrible things to Dante. " The stupid ass, I should really geld him these days, maybe even knee him there if he ever gets on my nerves again. Calling ME a pederast..." Dante was now up and about, his men told him what had happened during the attack. Dante had been shot hard with an arrow and knocked out cold just before the Scanrans surrendered. So they now had Fort Mirris. Not a true important fort as Fort Cairis, but it would prove to be useful.
Kel still wondered about Dante's sudden order to march out. It was an unwise order, attacking Scanra again just after they had hit a victory. The men were still tired and most were wounded, but nonetheless, they still had captured Fort Mirris. She wondered what the king thought of her and Dante since they disobeyed his orders. At the moment she really didn't care. Scanra was weakening quickly. The insane Scanran warlord still didn't want to give up, even though it was as plain as day who would win the war. And what had caused that expression on Dante's face the day he had ordered the atack? He had been angry, even furious about something, Kel was sure. She had seen a messenger leave Dante's tent. What had happened that angered him beyond reason?
Mindelan
Baroness Alanna of Pirate's Swoop, heir of Olau and born of Trebond blood, grinned. She was in Mindelan, having diobeyed Jonathan's orders again. ( wasn't it her obligation and duty to disobey Jon daily?) She remembered the meeting. There had been a meeting held for all high ranking military nobles and government leaders. Jon had been saying something about the matter of the Scanrans. " Scanra is now a serious problem. They are forever raiding us and waging war at almost every opportunity they get. I have a shadow of an idea-" Then Alanna had cut him off, " Well, how 'bout that. Our dear king has an idea. Well I'll bet that since Jon is getting old, Thayet is the only one that keeps him young.... probaly by satisfying him between the legs..." Jon had stared at Alanna. Alanna really didn't know why that scandalous sentence had popped from her mouth, but she supposed it was because she was in a sarcastic mood. Thayet had been present at the meeting, amazingly, and she had
turned beet red. Jon stared at Alanna for another moment, not believing that that sentence had come from his champion. Jon then flushed slightly. There had been a near deafening silence in the room. Gary ( the younger) had simplied looked at his wine glass, and Myles had smiled behind his hand. Most of the other nobles already had outrageous expierences with the lady knight, so it wasn't really a surprise to them. The ones that didn't have any expierences with her merely looked at the ceiling, obviously wondering what they were getting themselves into. Gary had finally broke the silence with a cough and suggested that Jon tell them his idea. Jon, relieved, droned on and on for another hour or so.
Later, Jon called for Alanna to stay back when the meeting broke up. He had nearly yelled at her about embarassing and humiliating him, the king of Tortall, for Mithro's sake! After the fifteen minute yelling, Jon managed to calm down long enough to ask for her advice for a commander for the army of men heading for Scanra. Alanna had answered, " Once I'm done looking for the good men to be officers, I'll let you know." Alanna then left. After a week's worth of looking, Alanna had picked the right man. The Marquess of Brighton. She had found the young man visiting in her own home, Pirate's Swoop. He had said a single sentence that had angered her beyond reason and yelled for him to get out. Of course, she found out through George that the damn marquess hadn't meant it, that he deserved to live a little beyond his twenty-two years. From then, Alanna chose him to be the commander. Well, she chose him for other reasons too. He was smart, knowing as much about weaponry as she
did, and he was a brilliant strategist . He was perfect. The king called Dante to Corus. From there, the king made Dante commander, but when Keladry had captured Fort Cairis, the king promoted her. The Tortallan army now had two commanders, one that was so beautiful, it made your teeth ache just to look at her, and the other, a young man that wanted to bed Keladry from what Alanna had seen and heard from that ball Jon had organised.
Alanna had been watching the two of them during the ball. It was very late. Though Alanna couldn't hear what was going on, she could tell that Keladry had been surprised by her new commander. Both of them made a very noticable and elegant couple. After both of them had left for Scanra, Jon had ordered that Alanna stay back. She had been furious with him of course. Him, keeping the Lioness back from a good fight!
Alanna was now going to Scanra, stopping by Mindelan to meet Keladry's family and to rest for a night. George and the children had all promised not to tell anyone that Alanna left until two days later. By then, Jon wasn't even going to be able to stop her. Alanna suddenly smiled at a fond memory. It had been the first week Dante had stayed at Pirate's Swoop and after Alanna had forgiven him for remarking about women. Alianne, Alanna's oldest daughter, had been thrown from her horse and let out a stream of curses that Alanna had never even heard of. Alanna had been almost horrified by those words of animal parts and beggers. Where had Alianne learned them? Alanna never asked Alianne about the curses, but she suspected Alianne had learned them from Dante. Certainly not from one of her servants. They would never dare let out a swear word around Alanna's children. She was going to reach Scanra within a day and meet with Dante and Keladry. They had no idea that Alanna was coming.
A/N: So how was it? I made it long, I know.
Rekindled
Chapter Eight: Lusty Conversations
by: DarkDracon0
Dante opened his eyes only to be blinded by light. He shut his eyes again, feeling worse than he ever had in his whole life. His left shoulder hurt like hell and his head was pounding as if some idiot had conked it with a hammer. Oh gods, he thought. " Dante?" Kel's voice flooded his head. No, no, now he was hearing things... " Dante!" Kel yelled a little louder. Kel had seen him open and close his eyes. When she had called him and waited for his response, he only groaned and mumbled swear words under his breath. Gods, he knew certainly knew language. " Alright, you don't have to say it so loudly..." Dante muttered. He opened his eyes again, waiting for them to adjust to the bright light. He saw Kel, wearing her officer's uniform livery. " Are you still sure that you don't want me to warm your bed, Keladry?" Kel stared at Dante. The first thing out of his mouth after he had awoken from that nasty arrow hit was to ask her to bed him. The stupid rake. Didn't he think with his
brain? Other than between the legs... " How about you seduce some other girl, why don't you Dante?" He smiled.
" I like you in particular." Dante was fine, Kel was sure of it.
" I dislike you in particular."
" Why do you refuse me, Keladry? I assure you that I have all my body parts intact and they all function properly."
" I'm not available."
" Ah, that esteemed lover of yours again?"
" Perhaps."
" You know, and I already offered you, I could dipose of this 'lover' if you dislike him... or her..."
" WHAT!?" Kel glared at him. He thought her a- a-a- The damnable bastard. " You think me a perderast?!"
" Well not really, just in case you were uncomfortable to touch such subjects-"Kel took a deep breath, holding it for ten seconds before she exploded. " I HATE YOU!!" Kel stormed out of the tent, muttering what she was going to do with him if she ever got her hands around his neck. Wring it like she would a chicken. Dante grinned and laid back on to his bed cot. Kel surely loved him.
Two days later
Fort Mirris
Kel was still muttering about doing horrible things to Dante. " The stupid ass, I should really geld him these days, maybe even knee him there if he ever gets on my nerves again. Calling ME a pederast..." Dante was now up and about, his men told him what had happened during the attack. Dante had been shot hard with an arrow and knocked out cold just before the Scanrans surrendered. So they now had Fort Mirris. Not a true important fort as Fort Cairis, but it would prove to be useful.
Kel still wondered about Dante's sudden order to march out. It was an unwise order, attacking Scanra again just after they had hit a victory. The men were still tired and most were wounded, but nonetheless, they still had captured Fort Mirris. She wondered what the king thought of her and Dante since they disobeyed his orders. At the moment she really didn't care. Scanra was weakening quickly. The insane Scanran warlord still didn't want to give up, even though it was as plain as day who would win the war. And what had caused that expression on Dante's face the day he had ordered the atack? He had been angry, even furious about something, Kel was sure. She had seen a messenger leave Dante's tent. What had happened that angered him beyond reason?
Mindelan
Baroness Alanna of Pirate's Swoop, heir of Olau and born of Trebond blood, grinned. She was in Mindelan, having diobeyed Jonathan's orders again. ( wasn't it her obligation and duty to disobey Jon daily?) She remembered the meeting. There had been a meeting held for all high ranking military nobles and government leaders. Jon had been saying something about the matter of the Scanrans. " Scanra is now a serious problem. They are forever raiding us and waging war at almost every opportunity they get. I have a shadow of an idea-" Then Alanna had cut him off, " Well, how 'bout that. Our dear king has an idea. Well I'll bet that since Jon is getting old, Thayet is the only one that keeps him young.... probaly by satisfying him between the legs..." Jon had stared at Alanna. Alanna really didn't know why that scandalous sentence had popped from her mouth, but she supposed it was because she was in a sarcastic mood. Thayet had been present at the meeting, amazingly, and she had
turned beet red. Jon stared at Alanna for another moment, not believing that that sentence had come from his champion. Jon then flushed slightly. There had been a near deafening silence in the room. Gary ( the younger) had simplied looked at his wine glass, and Myles had smiled behind his hand. Most of the other nobles already had outrageous expierences with the lady knight, so it wasn't really a surprise to them. The ones that didn't have any expierences with her merely looked at the ceiling, obviously wondering what they were getting themselves into. Gary had finally broke the silence with a cough and suggested that Jon tell them his idea. Jon, relieved, droned on and on for another hour or so.
Later, Jon called for Alanna to stay back when the meeting broke up. He had nearly yelled at her about embarassing and humiliating him, the king of Tortall, for Mithro's sake! After the fifteen minute yelling, Jon managed to calm down long enough to ask for her advice for a commander for the army of men heading for Scanra. Alanna had answered, " Once I'm done looking for the good men to be officers, I'll let you know." Alanna then left. After a week's worth of looking, Alanna had picked the right man. The Marquess of Brighton. She had found the young man visiting in her own home, Pirate's Swoop. He had said a single sentence that had angered her beyond reason and yelled for him to get out. Of course, she found out through George that the damn marquess hadn't meant it, that he deserved to live a little beyond his twenty-two years. From then, Alanna chose him to be the commander. Well, she chose him for other reasons too. He was smart, knowing as much about weaponry as she
did, and he was a brilliant strategist . He was perfect. The king called Dante to Corus. From there, the king made Dante commander, but when Keladry had captured Fort Cairis, the king promoted her. The Tortallan army now had two commanders, one that was so beautiful, it made your teeth ache just to look at her, and the other, a young man that wanted to bed Keladry from what Alanna had seen and heard from that ball Jon had organised.
Alanna had been watching the two of them during the ball. It was very late. Though Alanna couldn't hear what was going on, she could tell that Keladry had been surprised by her new commander. Both of them made a very noticable and elegant couple. After both of them had left for Scanra, Jon had ordered that Alanna stay back. She had been furious with him of course. Him, keeping the Lioness back from a good fight!
Alanna was now going to Scanra, stopping by Mindelan to meet Keladry's family and to rest for a night. George and the children had all promised not to tell anyone that Alanna left until two days later. By then, Jon wasn't even going to be able to stop her. Alanna suddenly smiled at a fond memory. It had been the first week Dante had stayed at Pirate's Swoop and after Alanna had forgiven him for remarking about women. Alianne, Alanna's oldest daughter, had been thrown from her horse and let out a stream of curses that Alanna had never even heard of. Alanna had been almost horrified by those words of animal parts and beggers. Where had Alianne learned them? Alanna never asked Alianne about the curses, but she suspected Alianne had learned them from Dante. Certainly not from one of her servants. They would never dare let out a swear word around Alanna's children. She was going to reach Scanra within a day and meet with Dante and Keladry. They had no idea that Alanna was coming.
A/N: So how was it? I made it long, I know.