In the Flames I Shall Go
PLEASE READ EVERY AUTHOR'S NOTE BECAUSE THEY ARE IMPORTANT!!!
a.n: You're now probably thinking - what the hell was chapter 6 about??? I thought this was supposed to be a romance!? Well, for your information, it is a romance. But, consequently, every story has to have a complication and resolution. Sao I just added a bit of a problem, nothing more. THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! If only I could get over 35 (maybe 40, if I'm lucky!) reviews, I would be extremely happy. I NEED AS MUCH SUPPORT AS I CAN GET! i would even appreciate it if you did a review per chapter.the more reviews I get, the more self-esteem i get!!!!!! (im this desperate - isn't that depressing?
I REALLY SUCK AT LOVE TALK!!!!!! SO PLEAZ DON'T REMIND ME IN YOUR REVIEWS ABOUT HOW BAD I AM AT WRITING SWEET, PASSIONATE ENDORESMENT!!! I don't even know what flirting is (isn't that sad?)
Chapter 7
Today was the day when the Peace Conference between Carthak and Tortall began. The talks would take place in a room similar to the one they had used before. Tables and chairs had been placed in a loose square, and unshuttered windows allowed breezes and the garden scents to place through. The delegations of both countries were given seats, their places marked with name-plates in gold inlaid with silver. Jogs of water, juice and herbal tea were at all tables. All the scribes and secretaries took their places, some of their tables were behind the Tortalls' and others were behind the Carthaks'.
His most serene and imperial Majesty, Kaddar Fazia Tasikhe, Emperor of Carthak, stood up from his chair. To the onlookers, this chair looked more like a throne. Today he wore a calf-length robe of fine wool tinted a soft vine-green colour, and a shoulder drape of white silk shot through with bronze threads. He boasted three gold rings in his left ear, and an emerald drop in the right. He wore a necklace of gold coated in rare, shining opals of different types. Bracelets hung from both wrists and rings were sported on mostly every finger.
'We bid you welcome, representatives off our eminent cousin, King Jonathan of Tortall, and of his queen, Thayet the Peerless.' His voice filled the room. 'Today we have resolved to end this rebellion that uprise in the east of Tortall. Peace between both Tortall and Carthak is vital to dissemble this revolt.'
'Already, with the disappearance of my uncle, Ozorne Muhassin Tasikhe, late Emperor of Carthak, we have managed to create a bridge of friendship and mutual understanding. Consequently, it seems that this is not enough to some treasonous individuals.'
'May the gods bless our endeavours, and may they foster the peace which all of us long for.' Clasping his together, he touched them to his forehead in a kind of salute, and sat down.
The peace talks commenced with Gareth the Younger to lead the Tortall embassy and Kaddar's advisors contributed their part.
Kaddar listened intently to each ambassador present different complications that needed to be debated upon.
A clerk appeared at his shoulder. After a quick flick of his hand, the clerk whispered in his ear. 'The lady Baroness, Veralidaine Sarrasri, of Olau, is indisposed, sire. She says that it needs not your concern.' The clerk paused uncertainly. Kaddar whispered back - 'Go on.' The clerk stared around nervously. 'There are rumours among various courtiers that these talks are sham, Imperial Majesty. They say you are your uncle's nephew and treachery is in your blood. It all started when Richard, Duke of Westsmith and the lady Baroness both became unwell.'
Kaddar was shocked. His own courtiers thought him untrustworthy! There was evil within his court, and he new it.
*** Daine never felt so miserable before - not even when her village tried to hunt her down. She felt so unloved. There was no Numair to comfort her; there was no Kaddar to talk to. These thoughts kept circling her head. The more she thought about it, the more things became clear. Soon, Daine forgot all about the peace talks. She was lost within her own mind.
The lady's state was sadly neglected. Daine's mascara and kohl ran down her face. Her bushy, brown hair went wild and untamed over her face. She was dressed in a plain woollen robe, dyed a light blue. She looked a mess, totally unpresentable.
***
Gareth and Martin were worried for her. She had not attended dinner or breakfast, even though it was compulsory for the three to make an appearance to every occasion. Now that Daine was not at the peace conference, they realized that something must have been wrong. If they looked towards Kaddar, they could see he wore an expression of worry, anxiety and strain.
What took everyone by surprise was when a clerk presented himself to His Imperial Majesty with, what seemed, some disturbing new. Kaddar's face registered shock and disbelief. He stood up and excused himself from the conference. Courtiers were whispering among themselves about the turning events.
*** 'Nobody cares. Nobody cares.' Daine whispered to herself. Tears ran freely down her stained cheeks. She rocked herself in a corner of her bedroom.
Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching the door. 'I told you to let no one in.' Daine whispered. 'I told you to let no one in, Agnes!' her voice gradually grew louder. Her eyes closed so she could avoid seeing her intruder. She didn't trust anyone anymore. Kaddar was right. If only she could have seen reality.
'Daine.' said a gentle voice Daine wanted to hear so much. A hand was gently lifted onto her shoulder. He crouched down next to her.
She looked up into the Emperor's face. He looked tired and strained. His face quickly changed to worry and astonishment. He saw the running make-up and her untamed hair. 'Daine! What's wrong? Why.why these tears?' His thumb tenderly wiped away the remaining tears trailing down her cheek.
'Why am I crying? Maybe you already know the answer!' Daine hid her head in her arms.
'It's about last night, wasn't it? It is my fault. Rarely I lose my self control. You are right to blame me. I should have never lashed out at you. You were only trying to comfort me.' Kaddar shook his head in unconcealed guilt.
Daine looked up and tried to think clearly. 'Aren't the peace talks today? Why are you not there? I told you not to worry about me!'
'Not worry about you! Daine, I care more about you then I care about anything else! I would never like to see you in this condition.' Taking both Daine's hands, Kaddar led Daine over to the bathroom. 'Let's wash off all this eye paint.'
Kaddar took a white towel and wet it with some water. The water was kept in a porcelain bowl. Holding her back steady with one of his hands, he sponged off all the ruined kohl and mascara and combed Daine's hair into place.
After finishing off the last of it, Kaddar whispered. 'There, there. Everything will be alright.' He cradled her to his chest. Daine held him in a tight hug, her arms entwined around his neck.
'I'm so afraid, Kaddar. So afraid.' Daine said, softly. 'All I ever wanted was to be by myself again. Everything so different now.'
'I'll always be there for you. I need your company as much as you need mine.' His voice was rough with passion. Daine nestled her head between the ridge of his muscular neck and shoulder.
'Don't leave me, Kaddar.' Daine lifted her head up to his. Kaddar's lips slowly, and sweetly, moved to touch Daine's eyelid, her temple, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth.
Pure desire, and possibly the turning of their relationship over took all of their hormones which had kept quiet till this moment.
Daine's fingers slipped inside his shirt to move against the smooth skin (a.n: he has a six-pack!).Once Kaddar's mouth brushed pass across his companion's, it was not possible to keep their mouths apart. This kiss was no chaste symbol of friendship, but a fiery, passionate and hungry meeting of the lips and teeth and tongues that left the young couple shaking and breathless.
'We can't do this,' muttered Kaddar as his hands moved inside Daine's bodice.
He lifted her up comfortably and deposited Daine neatly on the richly canopied bed. 'Indeed not,' Daine whispered. 'We should . . . we should forget this ever happened . . . and. . . .'
Ssh,' he breathed against Daine's soft cheek.
*** ahem. . .err. . .sorry about that. *cheeks burn bright red* it had to be done. I can't believe I just wrote that. I mean.they're only 15 or somefink. . .argh! it's on my conscience now. I'm beginning to regret even writing this chapter. Yuk. . .sick images. . .sick images *pukes over laptop*.
THERE IS A VERY GOOD REASON WHY IT WAS SHORT and I reckon you can figure it yourself. It had to be done.I don't
Thank you to all my reviewers - I couldn't be bothered writing your names down. Cya, bi, bye, bi bi, *waves guilty*
izzy
PLEASE READ EVERY AUTHOR'S NOTE BECAUSE THEY ARE IMPORTANT!!!
a.n: You're now probably thinking - what the hell was chapter 6 about??? I thought this was supposed to be a romance!? Well, for your information, it is a romance. But, consequently, every story has to have a complication and resolution. Sao I just added a bit of a problem, nothing more. THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! If only I could get over 35 (maybe 40, if I'm lucky!) reviews, I would be extremely happy. I NEED AS MUCH SUPPORT AS I CAN GET! i would even appreciate it if you did a review per chapter.the more reviews I get, the more self-esteem i get!!!!!! (im this desperate - isn't that depressing?
I REALLY SUCK AT LOVE TALK!!!!!! SO PLEAZ DON'T REMIND ME IN YOUR REVIEWS ABOUT HOW BAD I AM AT WRITING SWEET, PASSIONATE ENDORESMENT!!! I don't even know what flirting is (isn't that sad?)
Chapter 7
Today was the day when the Peace Conference between Carthak and Tortall began. The talks would take place in a room similar to the one they had used before. Tables and chairs had been placed in a loose square, and unshuttered windows allowed breezes and the garden scents to place through. The delegations of both countries were given seats, their places marked with name-plates in gold inlaid with silver. Jogs of water, juice and herbal tea were at all tables. All the scribes and secretaries took their places, some of their tables were behind the Tortalls' and others were behind the Carthaks'.
His most serene and imperial Majesty, Kaddar Fazia Tasikhe, Emperor of Carthak, stood up from his chair. To the onlookers, this chair looked more like a throne. Today he wore a calf-length robe of fine wool tinted a soft vine-green colour, and a shoulder drape of white silk shot through with bronze threads. He boasted three gold rings in his left ear, and an emerald drop in the right. He wore a necklace of gold coated in rare, shining opals of different types. Bracelets hung from both wrists and rings were sported on mostly every finger.
'We bid you welcome, representatives off our eminent cousin, King Jonathan of Tortall, and of his queen, Thayet the Peerless.' His voice filled the room. 'Today we have resolved to end this rebellion that uprise in the east of Tortall. Peace between both Tortall and Carthak is vital to dissemble this revolt.'
'Already, with the disappearance of my uncle, Ozorne Muhassin Tasikhe, late Emperor of Carthak, we have managed to create a bridge of friendship and mutual understanding. Consequently, it seems that this is not enough to some treasonous individuals.'
'May the gods bless our endeavours, and may they foster the peace which all of us long for.' Clasping his together, he touched them to his forehead in a kind of salute, and sat down.
The peace talks commenced with Gareth the Younger to lead the Tortall embassy and Kaddar's advisors contributed their part.
Kaddar listened intently to each ambassador present different complications that needed to be debated upon.
A clerk appeared at his shoulder. After a quick flick of his hand, the clerk whispered in his ear. 'The lady Baroness, Veralidaine Sarrasri, of Olau, is indisposed, sire. She says that it needs not your concern.' The clerk paused uncertainly. Kaddar whispered back - 'Go on.' The clerk stared around nervously. 'There are rumours among various courtiers that these talks are sham, Imperial Majesty. They say you are your uncle's nephew and treachery is in your blood. It all started when Richard, Duke of Westsmith and the lady Baroness both became unwell.'
Kaddar was shocked. His own courtiers thought him untrustworthy! There was evil within his court, and he new it.
*** Daine never felt so miserable before - not even when her village tried to hunt her down. She felt so unloved. There was no Numair to comfort her; there was no Kaddar to talk to. These thoughts kept circling her head. The more she thought about it, the more things became clear. Soon, Daine forgot all about the peace talks. She was lost within her own mind.
The lady's state was sadly neglected. Daine's mascara and kohl ran down her face. Her bushy, brown hair went wild and untamed over her face. She was dressed in a plain woollen robe, dyed a light blue. She looked a mess, totally unpresentable.
***
Gareth and Martin were worried for her. She had not attended dinner or breakfast, even though it was compulsory for the three to make an appearance to every occasion. Now that Daine was not at the peace conference, they realized that something must have been wrong. If they looked towards Kaddar, they could see he wore an expression of worry, anxiety and strain.
What took everyone by surprise was when a clerk presented himself to His Imperial Majesty with, what seemed, some disturbing new. Kaddar's face registered shock and disbelief. He stood up and excused himself from the conference. Courtiers were whispering among themselves about the turning events.
*** 'Nobody cares. Nobody cares.' Daine whispered to herself. Tears ran freely down her stained cheeks. She rocked herself in a corner of her bedroom.
Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching the door. 'I told you to let no one in.' Daine whispered. 'I told you to let no one in, Agnes!' her voice gradually grew louder. Her eyes closed so she could avoid seeing her intruder. She didn't trust anyone anymore. Kaddar was right. If only she could have seen reality.
'Daine.' said a gentle voice Daine wanted to hear so much. A hand was gently lifted onto her shoulder. He crouched down next to her.
She looked up into the Emperor's face. He looked tired and strained. His face quickly changed to worry and astonishment. He saw the running make-up and her untamed hair. 'Daine! What's wrong? Why.why these tears?' His thumb tenderly wiped away the remaining tears trailing down her cheek.
'Why am I crying? Maybe you already know the answer!' Daine hid her head in her arms.
'It's about last night, wasn't it? It is my fault. Rarely I lose my self control. You are right to blame me. I should have never lashed out at you. You were only trying to comfort me.' Kaddar shook his head in unconcealed guilt.
Daine looked up and tried to think clearly. 'Aren't the peace talks today? Why are you not there? I told you not to worry about me!'
'Not worry about you! Daine, I care more about you then I care about anything else! I would never like to see you in this condition.' Taking both Daine's hands, Kaddar led Daine over to the bathroom. 'Let's wash off all this eye paint.'
Kaddar took a white towel and wet it with some water. The water was kept in a porcelain bowl. Holding her back steady with one of his hands, he sponged off all the ruined kohl and mascara and combed Daine's hair into place.
After finishing off the last of it, Kaddar whispered. 'There, there. Everything will be alright.' He cradled her to his chest. Daine held him in a tight hug, her arms entwined around his neck.
'I'm so afraid, Kaddar. So afraid.' Daine said, softly. 'All I ever wanted was to be by myself again. Everything so different now.'
'I'll always be there for you. I need your company as much as you need mine.' His voice was rough with passion. Daine nestled her head between the ridge of his muscular neck and shoulder.
'Don't leave me, Kaddar.' Daine lifted her head up to his. Kaddar's lips slowly, and sweetly, moved to touch Daine's eyelid, her temple, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth.
Pure desire, and possibly the turning of their relationship over took all of their hormones which had kept quiet till this moment.
Daine's fingers slipped inside his shirt to move against the smooth skin (a.n: he has a six-pack!).Once Kaddar's mouth brushed pass across his companion's, it was not possible to keep their mouths apart. This kiss was no chaste symbol of friendship, but a fiery, passionate and hungry meeting of the lips and teeth and tongues that left the young couple shaking and breathless.
'We can't do this,' muttered Kaddar as his hands moved inside Daine's bodice.
He lifted her up comfortably and deposited Daine neatly on the richly canopied bed. 'Indeed not,' Daine whispered. 'We should . . . we should forget this ever happened . . . and. . . .'
Ssh,' he breathed against Daine's soft cheek.
*** ahem. . .err. . .sorry about that. *cheeks burn bright red* it had to be done. I can't believe I just wrote that. I mean.they're only 15 or somefink. . .argh! it's on my conscience now. I'm beginning to regret even writing this chapter. Yuk. . .sick images. . .sick images *pukes over laptop*.
THERE IS A VERY GOOD REASON WHY IT WAS SHORT and I reckon you can figure it yourself. It had to be done.I don't
Thank you to all my reviewers - I couldn't be bothered writing your names down. Cya, bi, bye, bi bi, *waves guilty*
izzy