Lale searched her mind for something appropriate to say. It wasn't everyday
one was approached like this, and she had no clue what to do.
"Uhm.I wasn't aware that there was another Prince," Lale said, clumsily.
"Oh, there is. No one likes to mention it, though. They're all ashamed of me," he said, his eyes cruelly amused. Lale was quite startled by his reaction; he was half laughing and seemed slightly hysterical.
"Oh.I see. But." Lale paused, wondering if she should go on with her question.
"Why have they named me heir if they are ashamed?" he asked, and when Lale nodded, slightly, biting her lip, he went on. "Because they have no choice. I am the oldest, and according to Relmna law, I am the rightful ruler. The only way they could strip me of my power is by hard evidence proving a plot against the country, or proof that I am mentally unable to think." He smirked.
"I see.Well, Prince Jeral, I am greatly fatigued and am afraid that I must depart for my bedroom now. Except, I'm a bit lost.if you could be so good as to point me in the direction of the General Suites." she said, looking down. Lale didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit frightened of this prince. No matter what he said, he seemed crazy and seethed with a loosely controlled anger and dangerousness.
He disregarded the question. "So, Lady Lale, you're the latest female to capture my foolish younger brother's heart-just remember that he is not exactly as he seems," he said, as if this was a perfectly normal thing to say. Lale was rather put out-firstly, when had she ever captured his heart? She saw no romance yet, only actions out of lust. And secondly, if it was true that he 'fell in love' often, she felt incredibly used. A little flame of rage began to burn inside Lale.
"Yes, one of the many to snare him. He's seen worse, too," Jeral said, sliding a shockingly improper gaze over Lale's whole body. Then, even more infuriatingly, he licked his lips and leered at her. Lale felt this register and became more outraged than before. Who cared if he was Prince and Heir? How DARE he do something so assuming! Lale stiffened up, and held her head high.
"You watch yourself! I don't care who you are, never speak to me or look at me like that again!" She cried loudly, enraged. She strode towards him-even in her anger careful not to ruin her gown-and slapped him across the face, hard. He looked slightly stunned, and as she drew her hand away he caught it, and held onto her hand in a bone-crunching grip. Lale screamed in pain and tried to push away with her other hand, but he held fast and she could not escape.
"Spirited little devil, aren't you?" he murmured to her, eyes dancing. She did not reply but yanked at his hand. He caught her other wrist quickly, before she could pull away. Lale let out a frustrated cry, but Jeral only smiled and pulled her closer.
"You would do well, I think, to control your anger. You wouldn't want your dirty little secret to get out, now would you?" he said. As Lale stared at him blankly, he pulled her close to him and kissed her fiercely, crushing her mouth and almost toppling her. Lale seized her chance and kneed him in groin hard. As he doubled over in pain and let go of Lale, she ran, fast as she could, to the door.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she came into familiar quarters. As she turned into her room, a slightly tired looking Para silently helped her remove her gown and put on sleepwear. Once she had finished, she retired to bed. Lale settled down among her downy covers, and promptly fell asleep, still grumbling to herself about people with respect issues.
**
Terem was still wide awake, and sensed he would remain that way for a while. He paced back and forth in his room, berating himself, cursing himself. What ever possessed him to take that stupid dare! No one would think the worse of him, but his pride -always his pride-had gotten away with him. No, he could not handle the pressure of turning down a silly, asinine dare. Now he had to hurt someone, and someone he liked, too. Terem slowly, reluctantly, settled into his bed to try to sleep.
**
Jeral, too, lied down on his bed. His face still stung from Lale's slap, and his manhood-well, he wouldn't be taking any chances about that, anymore. He felt no shame about what he had done; he wouldn't take it back, exactly, but he would have more..protection.next time. He grinned as he thought of her; he liked his women a little frisky, a little spunky. And she would be his woman. He had no doubt about THAT.
"Uhm.I wasn't aware that there was another Prince," Lale said, clumsily.
"Oh, there is. No one likes to mention it, though. They're all ashamed of me," he said, his eyes cruelly amused. Lale was quite startled by his reaction; he was half laughing and seemed slightly hysterical.
"Oh.I see. But." Lale paused, wondering if she should go on with her question.
"Why have they named me heir if they are ashamed?" he asked, and when Lale nodded, slightly, biting her lip, he went on. "Because they have no choice. I am the oldest, and according to Relmna law, I am the rightful ruler. The only way they could strip me of my power is by hard evidence proving a plot against the country, or proof that I am mentally unable to think." He smirked.
"I see.Well, Prince Jeral, I am greatly fatigued and am afraid that I must depart for my bedroom now. Except, I'm a bit lost.if you could be so good as to point me in the direction of the General Suites." she said, looking down. Lale didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit frightened of this prince. No matter what he said, he seemed crazy and seethed with a loosely controlled anger and dangerousness.
He disregarded the question. "So, Lady Lale, you're the latest female to capture my foolish younger brother's heart-just remember that he is not exactly as he seems," he said, as if this was a perfectly normal thing to say. Lale was rather put out-firstly, when had she ever captured his heart? She saw no romance yet, only actions out of lust. And secondly, if it was true that he 'fell in love' often, she felt incredibly used. A little flame of rage began to burn inside Lale.
"Yes, one of the many to snare him. He's seen worse, too," Jeral said, sliding a shockingly improper gaze over Lale's whole body. Then, even more infuriatingly, he licked his lips and leered at her. Lale felt this register and became more outraged than before. Who cared if he was Prince and Heir? How DARE he do something so assuming! Lale stiffened up, and held her head high.
"You watch yourself! I don't care who you are, never speak to me or look at me like that again!" She cried loudly, enraged. She strode towards him-even in her anger careful not to ruin her gown-and slapped him across the face, hard. He looked slightly stunned, and as she drew her hand away he caught it, and held onto her hand in a bone-crunching grip. Lale screamed in pain and tried to push away with her other hand, but he held fast and she could not escape.
"Spirited little devil, aren't you?" he murmured to her, eyes dancing. She did not reply but yanked at his hand. He caught her other wrist quickly, before she could pull away. Lale let out a frustrated cry, but Jeral only smiled and pulled her closer.
"You would do well, I think, to control your anger. You wouldn't want your dirty little secret to get out, now would you?" he said. As Lale stared at him blankly, he pulled her close to him and kissed her fiercely, crushing her mouth and almost toppling her. Lale seized her chance and kneed him in groin hard. As he doubled over in pain and let go of Lale, she ran, fast as she could, to the door.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she came into familiar quarters. As she turned into her room, a slightly tired looking Para silently helped her remove her gown and put on sleepwear. Once she had finished, she retired to bed. Lale settled down among her downy covers, and promptly fell asleep, still grumbling to herself about people with respect issues.
**
Terem was still wide awake, and sensed he would remain that way for a while. He paced back and forth in his room, berating himself, cursing himself. What ever possessed him to take that stupid dare! No one would think the worse of him, but his pride -always his pride-had gotten away with him. No, he could not handle the pressure of turning down a silly, asinine dare. Now he had to hurt someone, and someone he liked, too. Terem slowly, reluctantly, settled into his bed to try to sleep.
**
Jeral, too, lied down on his bed. His face still stung from Lale's slap, and his manhood-well, he wouldn't be taking any chances about that, anymore. He felt no shame about what he had done; he wouldn't take it back, exactly, but he would have more..protection.next time. He grinned as he thought of her; he liked his women a little frisky, a little spunky. And she would be his woman. He had no doubt about THAT.