Hello... I've noticed the LACKof Darcia/Jagara In the pathetic world we live in. So, I've taken it apon my self to rid this world of such a crime. I love my work, but I wont be vain about it; I have the occasional mistake. However, please over look any grammer or spelling I manage to murder. Oh, and I shall take it apon myself to warn you. This story is Rated M for a reason. It is Mature writting not intended for younger viewers. I take into account that people not like to read graphic scenes. So, later on in the story if I have a lemon, I will place a link for those of you who wish to read such. Thank your suffering my Author notes, and you may now go about your reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wolfs-Rain.
Info: This story is VERY A/U. You will find none of the wolfs in this story. This is Strickly a Story about Nobles. My appologies, but I am the writer after all.
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Rated M for a reason.

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It was midnight; and so the sky was blackened with the void of space, black and colorless, except for the white dots that decorated its mysterious cover with a majestic twinkling. The moon; the jewel of the night, was illuminating the sky with the reflected (long since gone) rays of the sun, very similar to light off a diamond. Filling cloudless sky was the thundering echoes of a large stallion racing up the side of a hill. Soon, could be heard the whispered neigh of the beast as it was pulled to a sudden stop at the very top of the hill. In instinct, the horse rose onto its back legs, rearing its front legs out.

The rider who was aback the horse, easily stayed mounted, his head rising in defiance against the wind that blew his cloak around him in a dramatic spectacle. His spiky black-dark blue hair blew in a few odd directions, giving him a roguish appearance, but yet not once taking away from his handsome features. Two blue eyes where locked onto the castle with in the distance, a set determination with in their depths. With a silent command the horse was sent thundering down the hill, heading towards the before mentioned location.

Upon reaching the gates to the large structure, the horse was forced to a stop by the guards who studied the figure. The man raised a delicate eye brow at them, sweeping his cloak away to show the golden-blue emblem of a wolf; his seal that glinted from a chain around his neck. The guards blinked, before quickly pulling the gates open with am uttered apologies to his 'lordship'; they hadn't known he was arriving so soon. He waved a hand in the air, brushing their apologies to a side. "I am arriving early, do not apologize, you are doing your job as you where hired too." With that he trotted away, the wind blowing his cloak about him as he headed down the village road.

He watched with amusement as woman and children watched him with curious eyes. A smile that pulled his lips causing a maid to blush furiously and duck back inside the doors of her Inn. With a soft chuckle that reached no ones ears but his own, he fixed his eyes onto the courtyard of the castle and urged his horse into a slow canter, dust kicking up as his horse whinnied. By the time he had cleared the village; his horse was a moving along at a rather alarming rate, considering the stretch of road came to an abrupt stop very soon. The rider only smirked at the daring of his horse, knowing full well the beast was only showing off for the mares that stood stabled off to the side. A cry came from the guards who guarded the doors to the castle, they rushed forward, swords drawn, fearing the worst as most guards do. The beast jolted to a stop, its body absorbing the shock as it reared upwards on hind legs and kept the guards at bar with its front hooves. "Be at ease!" the rider called out wit ha sharp tone that made the guards jerk to attention, and then blink as they looked up at the face of the lord from a distance land. With a hand on his horses head, the rider lowered his beast back to four legs, his skill showing in the fact he was un-phased at the danger it would have been to be thrown from such a massive stallion.

His horse pawed at the ground with a hoof, head lowered as his master dismounted. "Be careful with him lad…" The lord spoke to a stable boy who had approached to take his mount. The lad, who was apparently resourceful, pulled out a carrot, which, attracted the hungry beasts eyes and made him trot forward. The rider shook his head and brushed past the guards who where still staring at him. The echoes of his horse's hoof beats heard, the stallion happily chewing on a carrot, as he was lead off to the stables by the young boy.

The guards finally snapped back to reality when the man had heaved the large golden doors open; which shocked them, considering it usually took 5 men alone to budge them… They scattered back to their posts, a single guard going after the lord who had made his way into the castle and was now halfway down a corridor, nonchalantly of course, to the throne room.

With a flick of his wrists, the doors where opened by two guards, the one that was following him entered the throne room but stayed near the doors as he announced aloud. "Presenting his Grace, Lord Darcia, Of Luna-Valley." At his title, the lord bowed, eyes with merriment at the confusion he had seen planted on his King's face. "Darcia!" The king exclaimed, while looking behind the man as if looking for anyone else unexpected. "I came alone, straight from the Valley…The others leave from Rosavilen in a few days as expected. My King." He stood from his bow, meeting the King's eyes with a gaze that told the king only titles stood between them. The king chuckled, rising from his throne, his brown hair streaked with grey, but his eyes… His eyes sparkled with energy, their unusual violet color, adding to the effect; it was clear this man did not intend to die any time soon.

"Let us drop formalities Darcia, I know you have ridden ahead of the others for a reason… With out guard, it is dangerous in these times. Come, we will speak in the gardens; I grow weary of these desolate walls." The king Robes bellowing around his withering form, made his way from the throne room and to his desired locations; the young lord following.

'Tell me, what brings you so far, so fast, with out heeding with the other nobles…?" The king looked up at the taller younger man who was a mere leap away from entering the prime of his years. "I here… Rumors, that I wished to discuss with you; while I know it is safe to speak aloud…" Darcia paused, glanced down at the old king with a serious look; a look that added years to his young age. "I will speak this to you as friend, I speak a warning…' The kings brow furrowed. "A warning you say." A statement, not a question. "your life is not safe my friend…" He whispered softly, keeping his eyes on the kings. "The whispers of war from the south are growing… there are traitors among the nobility that your loyalist personal cannot even suspect… I urge you to take precautions."

The king nodded solemnly, watching Darcia with suspicion. "you know this, how?" Darcia choice then to look away, his eyes falling to the petals of a rose. "They are discreet about it. Unbelievably so… They asked me for my alliance, implying that I would benefit from a unfortunate happening…" The lord sighed, pain on his handsome features. "My lands will be in ruin… You will not have heard of it yet; no… But if you look to the far west, you will see smoke from my lands any day now… I escaped… As much as I feel a coward for it, there was nothing my death could have achieved if I stayed, at least, I have warned you…" Darcia meat the eyes of the king, and for a moment he feared there was something wrong, the way the king was staring at him… But when the king embraced him, he dropped it as a trick of the moon light. "thank you… you have no idea how it means to me…" the king whispered.

"You should have seen him sister, the way he controlled his mount…"
"Stop it, you sound like a smitten housemaid."

Two females sat, perched on the window seat of a large balcony. There features exact, right down to the blond-gold hair that flowed around their bodies and nearly dragged along the floor. One the women where wrapped in the arms of her twin, eyes closed as she imagined the noblemen she had just seen seconds ago. The other holding her twin, stared down at her with an impassive gaze.

"But did you see him?" The lighter voice opened her eyes and looked up at her sister as if she was looking into a mirror. "yes.." Her deeper voice spoke, lacking the innocent tones of her sister. "I seen him…" She smirked. "The way his mussels clenched and wither with strength as he pushed those large doors open. The way commanding voice left the guards in stupider… That ornery stallion was so easily mastered on his hands… He would be quite a lover…" The innocent woman gapped up at her darker sister; speechless. "those hands, I bet the would caress you into a puddle of passion, make you eager to give what the good goddess gave you…" Her dark voice swirled with a sensual tone that made her sister shiver. "Stop…" The lighter one whispered, lifting a hand quickly to cover her sister's lips. "Stop!' she said with more courage that was quite rare for her. "Jagara, do not think such sinful things… Please…" The lighter sat up from her sister's lap and turned to face her.

'Oh you where always so innocent harmona.' Jagara thought as she ran a finger down her sisters cheek. "I was only playing with you, hun." She pulled her sister into a hug. "You got me jealous, over that man…" Harmona hugged her sister back with a crushing zeal. "Never… We promised we'd stay together… A promise made over mothers grave… I will never leave you…"