Find out a little plot, and marvle in the world I am creating. Expect chapter five before christmas.

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Chapter 4: Hidden Tension

Darkness.. Darkness… They had been walking in the shadows for what seemed like hours now, but it was only minutes. It was strange, how one seemed to lose tract of time, when they where unable to tell what was going on around them. Darcia was starting to wonder, if they where lost, and started to voice his concern when Jagara halted to a stop in front of him. Unable to see from a lack of light, Darcia only noticed she stopped when his body was suddenly flush against hers. He felt her turning around, felt her chest against his and the not so modest swell of her breasts pressed firmly to him. "We really have to stop meeting like this." Darcia could only chuckle at her comment, a finger rising as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Despite his laughter, he was slightly unnerved by their closeness, still not use, and doubting he would ever be, to how close their bodies seemed to attract to the other.

"Why did you stop?" Darcia whispered as his fingers traced along her face slowly, seeming to move on their own accord as they slid down under her chin and long her neck. "Because we're here…" Jagara whispered in return as she felt his fingers trace along her collarbone and slip downwards to trace her skin along the edge of her dress. "…here?" Jagara closed her eyes, a cost purr forming in her chest as she leaned into his touch; so warm, so soft…such a loving… caress. "Your room." She felt his fingers leave her chest and travel back up along her neck. "Thank you then." Jagara felt his body pull away from hers, she grinned. If it Darcia would have been able to se it, he might have been able to stop her.

The mentioned lord soon felt himself pinned to the floor of the tunnel, with Jagara holding him captive. "Going someplace where you?" she purred as she laid down on top of him, making sure to keep a leg on either side of his waist, her dress hiked up to her tights at her position; she didn't care. The only thing that mattered at the moment was the man she had pinned under her body, was rubbing against him like a cat in heat. "Tell me you weren't planning on getting away so soon…" Darcia could not hold down his groan when her lips forcefully found his, and then where gone, he felt her hands running over his face, down his neck and chest… He raised an eye brow at her until she held up her hands. He blinked at the ash like soot that covered them. "Did you just…"

Her Cheshire cat grin was enough to comprehend that he was now covered with black smudges of soot. He grinned at her, and she caught it a moment too late, she felt the world go upside down, and found herself pinned to the ground, her dress has now hiked up to her waist… She could feel his knee as he grinded in against her; feel his hands as they soon came to trace over her face, neck, and chest….they lingered their, a moment longer then needed as they as they passed over his breasts. She blushed when he moved on, and his hands slid down her stomach, tugging the skirts of her dress lower to cover her better. She didn't realize he was off of her, until he picked her up and set her down on her feet. "Let me guess, this opens up behind one of those book cases…" She watched as he lifted a hand to trace the crack in the wall, where dim stream of light shined through. "Correct…" she managed after a moment, her head was else where's… "Allow me." She moved forward, purposely slipping in front of him and pressing her back up against his chest as she ran her hands down the wall.

In the back corner of Darcia's room, a small crack was heard, wood scraping over stone as a tall book shelf suddenly drug along the floor and revealed a tunnel to god knows where. Standing at the entrance, looking like they had seen more 'neater days' where Darcia and Jagara. Clothes no longer hanging off their bodies straight, tidying their hair would now be a lost cause. Their faces and clothing covered with smears of black; they defiantly looked like they had been up to something; but, with no one see them, they where safe.

Jagara let out a soft cry that was muffled by Darcia's hand when she was picked up bridal style and carried into the room. She shot him a questioning look when he placed her in large arm chair. She got no reply as he vanished into a side room; she assumed to find clothing. She waited a moment, tapping her fingers along the side of her leg as she expected his room from her seat. Her mind how ever did not linger on his quarters for much longer. She found herself thinking about the lord she had been monopolizing for the last few hours, finding herself unable to stop the smile that graced her lips. She lifted a hand, fingers brushing across the rose that was somehow still entangled into her hair. She closed her eyes, attempting to dissect why she was quite literally 'throwing' herself at him; she was not that kind of a woman. But. It just seemed like everything she did was 'part' of the moment, none of it planned. Just happened…

She was startled from her musings when she heard voices in the hall out side his door. "I tell you, I heard something in his room…" "Maybe he's back?" She was up and out of the chair before her mind even registered what she was doing. She appeared so suddenly at Darcia's side, it caused him to jump when she whispered into his ear; he didn't even see her come after him. "Hurry, someone's coming." Darcia registered little between Jagara grapping his new clothes, and pulling him out of the room. All he knew was that soon he was being pulled down the darkened hall as the bookcase closed over behind him someplace.

He allowed himself to be tugged along, not exactly having a choice in the matter. He was growing a custom to the feeling of her hand in his as she pulled him along, the sound of the folds on her dress shifting as they ran; the soft breaths of air that exited and entered her full lips… He blinked slightly, reveling in the aspect of being unable to keep her off his mind. It was a new experience for him; it wasn't unpleasant. It was a welcome distraction to the problems that had been plaguing him.

All too soon, he paused a moment too late as she came to an abrupt stop. He held his breath at the feel of her back pressing against his chest, the silk of her dress sliding so softly over the material of his shirt. He focused his attention onto her eyes as she turned her head to whisper something to him. "We must be careful; my chambers are a joined to my sisters." Her voice had given its warning, and before he had time to realize what she had said; she opened a door way into the center of her room.

Now, had Darcia known he was to be tugged into the private chambers of a princess; he would have refused and hidden behind all the morals he owned. But, given little choice in the matter he found himself pulled right into the middle of her chambers- that where rather, un-lady like. Swords decorated the walls, a book shelf full of god knows what closed behind them. A dark forest of black silks of golden trim covered this room. Soft candles sat on tables in various areas. A glance at her bed was something he couldn't stop from doing. It had to be the center piece of the room. Layers of black and dark purple created a tent like canopy around the soft silk sheets that made a rather erotically enticing entrance. He gulped, looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks as the princess tightened her hand on his before realizing it and shoving him towards the nearest side door on her room. "It's a small dressing area; make yourself at home… There's something I need to check on." She tossed him his fresh clothes and he didn't hesitate to move for this door.

He pulled it open, stepping inside to find his scenes assaulted with soft calming aromas. Jagara's scent was all over this place. Especial in this place; he eyed the bottles that lined a small shelf beside a mirror and basin. On realizing that she must use this area to freshen up and with a glance at the tub in the corner with scented candles around it, to relax. He tried not to think about the fact she too had changed in that very room countless times as he removed his old clothing slowly.

He avoided the perfumes in the room; but however he knew he would not be rid of her personal scent for a while. It seemed to cling to his body and wrap around him. Soothing his mind with a numbing caress. He washed his hands, throwing water onto his face in hopes of removing the smudges cause by the princess earlier amusement.

When he was finished, he found himself doubting if these new clothes where the ones he had picked. But, in the hurry of his rooms he guessed he might have choice slightly wrong… He ran his hands over the leather pants that clung to his hips, his fingers lifting to attempt to pull the collar of his shirt up more around his throat, he only succeeded and showing more of his neck, that was covered in dark purple bite marks. His cheeks lightly flushed, a finger stoking the area in memory.

"Don't you even dare!"
He was jerked from his thoughts when he heard the voice of Jagara talking with another. He froze, like a statue as he creped to wards the door slowly an ear pressed to the wood as he listened to the soft words. He heard an argument, that Jagara was losing. He deducted, that it was her sister. The voices where close, eerier; but Jagara's was darker, richer, like a chocolate that melted on the tongue… He blinked, napping out of his thoughts with a heavy blush at where his thoughts might have been going.

"So what if I did… I'm not the perfect one, you are."

Darcia; having listened long enough took this as a cue to enter. They had been arguing about Jagara's wear about; and unable to lie to her sister Harmona had been told that she had been with Darcia. But, when he pushed open the door and stepped into the soft light of the room; he found it hard to keep a straight face against the looks thrown at him; and his attire.

He watched harmona stare at him in confusion for a moment; then as if her innocence had taken a hit she looked away in horror to her sister, who was raking her eyes up and down Darcia's body careless to how rude it was. Darcia moved forward, His eyes on Jagara's as she managed to lock her eyes to his. "Miss me?" he whispered as he same to stand be side her; a little bit surprised when she turned and wrapped her arms around his body. He paused a beat, before snaking his arms around her body as if he had done so many times before. He turned his eyes to Harmona and nodded his head to her. "Princess… I had hoped to meet you on less… personal grounds. But, it is a pleasure."

"Harmona's expressions where worth the game they where playing; But never one to play with someone's head, Darcia wished to end this little escapade. "How much did you tell her?" he turned his head, looking down at the dark beauty in his arms. "I told her everything…" Jagara snuggled into his chest, her movements exposing his neck even more; Harmona looked away with a modest flush on her features at the bite marks over his skin. "It's a good thing you have at least one person who knows where you were the last few hours." Harmona whispered softly as she turned around, slowly walking towards the door that connected Jagara's her own rooms. "Because; Lord Darcia… The Guards have been informed to capture you on sight; and kill if you try to escape..."

Jagara gasped, turned in Darcia's arms to look at her sister as she left the room. "Someone tried to poison father's Wine this morning at breakfast… Since you are on the missing list, you are the one every one believes did it. Father argues your defense as much as he can- but the other nobles have convinced the guards you are guilty. Father has no say if the people don't listen to his words…" Harmona was gone then, vanished through the door as it shut softly behind her.

"So… what's worse. 'Defiling the king's daughter or poisoning his wine…" Darcia commented dryly as he ran a hand threw the golden curls of the female who had so far caused him more trouble in a few hours then he himself had managed to do in a week. "Defile? If that's your defense; you could at least make it true before you go to step in the line of danger." Her voice was so serious Darcia had to turn her around and look down at her face to studying the emotions written on it. "We'll go to my father directly and confront him. There will be little need to mention our… escapade." She lifted a hand tightening his collar to hide the bite marks. "Unless he needs more solid evidence that we where together, and I did not see you take any attempts against any one- aside from the personal afflictions to my skin…" She pushed aside the new dark velvet collar to her neck, the dress slipped rather low on her chest and it too a lot of morals to not help that dress fall further; take her body against his; hoist her dress up and expose those creamy thighs. Not to brace her against the cold stone and rip her underwear apart while he pillaged the darkest corners of her body…

He gasped aloud at those thoughts, shaking at the horror of what had appeared in his mind. He released his hold on her body, backing away so that he pressed his feverishly hot body against the cold icy stone of her room. He watched the confusion in her eyes; and held out a hand to stop her as she took a step towards him. "Don't… Before I turn your deepest desire into a reality…" He watched the confusion in her eyes soften to warmth again. He felt a calming presence with her eyes on him. He watched as she moved forward, unable to stop her as she snuggled against his chest once again. "Lust is a terrible thing feeling to experience… Or so my hand maidens claim." She tilted her head back, looking into his face with those mauve eyes warm and tender. "Do you lust for me; my dear Darcia?…" He couldn't breath- her scent was filling his mind, he tired to fight it off; tried to concentrate. "If I do, I shall never let you see the result." He looked away from her, but found her hands forcing his face back to look at her. "Your one of a kind…"

A few moments later found them walking from the royal chamber area and towards the throne room. An eerie silence had settled over the castle, Darcia was curious to the reason as to why they never ran across any guards; if they where all looking for him. But, when they reached the doors to the throne room, they came from everywhere. He bristled when they reached for Jagara, to pull her away from his side. But a quick maneuver on the princess part and she was in Darcia's arms, her hands flicking with a light red glow towards the guards around them. They fell in heaps, falling to a known spell that the princess weaved.

Darcia would have rather met the king face to face alone; rather then how he did. The Throne room doors suddenly swept open; and both Darcia and Jagara could only blink at the king as he survived the bodies of his guards. "… You have exactly one minute to explain where you where at." The king's voice sounded relived, but anger wherein n his words. "What did you think when where running off someplace? Did you even taken into account the chaos you caused?"

Jagara stayed in the arms of Darcia, where in a previous hour or two ago she might have went to hug her father. She started by him for his own protection- she had caused this mess and she would right it. "I was in the company of Lord Darcia. Our excursion took longer then I thought it would have. I did not mean to cause any harm… I apologize…" She lowered her head, resisting the urge to turn around in Darcia's arms and rest her head on his chest. She resisted the urge to snuggle into the warmth at her back; it was extremely harder then she thought it should have been.

As if just noticing who was holding his daughter close to his body; the king studied Darcia. "You where in his company you claim?" The king said nothing about their closeness. "For how long…" Jagara paused, pondering over how to select her words. "When I left the Festival last night, I met up with Lord Darcia. We've been together since then my King…" Jagara had long since realized how nothing in their story was going to sound innocent. In reality, it was, they had gotten a little close; but they had not went beyond what people would think.

"Darcia, if you wish to monopolize my daughter in the future again, at least tell me your going to start courting her." The kings response was not quite what either of then where expecting. They watched as he turned around and walked back into his throne room. "Darcia, I will require a moment of your time In the near future. But, for the present moment take my daughter back to her rooms. I need you two to keep a low profile until I slap some sense into the others nobles. I don't suggest traveling out in the open- so; Jagara can assist you with that… I know I don't have to give you the protective father talk… But, humor me and keep your public displays of affection down a notch…." With that, he was gone; and neither Darcia or Jagara could have commented before hand.

"Well... you heard my father; escort me back to my rooms. So we can make non-public displays of affection." She grinned placing a soft kiss to Darcia's cheek as she pulled out of his arms; but with a familiar tug she pulled him down the hall by his hand. "And hurry before these guards wake up…" Neither seen the King turn around and watch the display between them. He smiled softly at his 'darker' daughters' innocent display; perhaps Darcia was just what Jagara needed to calm her wild side down. The King paused as he realized something, and then dismissed it as a figment of his mind. He had thought he had seen bruised bite marks over the neck of Lord Darcia- but that wouldn't make sense. Or did it. "We've been together since then my King." Jagara's words echoed in his mind. She had admitted to having been with Darcia since late last night till that very moment, which meant they must have fallen asleep at some point… The King sighed as he turned to sit back in his throne; he shook his head clear of those thoughts. Lord Darcia was a respectable man; he trusted no other to be alone with his troublesome, mischievous daughter.