Made To Last:
Pairing: Telemachus Rhade and Original Character.
(This is my second story...my first is Tried and True. Please tell me if you like the story, because then I will make more of them.)
Her name was Jewel Bolivar, the youngest sister of Charlemagne Bolivar, and at 19 years old, her brother thought her ready for a mate.
"Char, but I don't wanna," Jewel whined.
Charlemagne turned to his sister.
"But you must, Little Sister, for I cannot protect you anymore," He sighed as he sat down next to her.
"But, Char, who could I chose? None of the men hear grab my attention," She sighed, her head rested on his shoulder.
Charlemagne stroked his sister's hair.
"I do have an idea, Jewel, if you are up to it," Charlemagne offered.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I can talk to Rebeka...and see if she can help," He replied.
"How could the Matriarch help me? Unless she set up a meeting with..." Jewel froze.
"With who, Little Sister?" He asked, a devilish and scheming grin on his face.
"(sheepish) Telemachus Rhade," She answered.
"Good taste," said a voice from behind them.
Jewel and Charlemagne looked behind them to see Elsbett Mossadim---Charlemagne's first wife---standing there.
"Why would he be a good choice?" Charlemagne questioned his wife.
"Because, husband, his position in the Commonwealth Military would ensure Jewel the healthy lifestyle that she is used to. As well as...(thought)...well, her choices are her choices," She stated.
Charlemagne looked at his little sister.
"What do you like about him, Jewel?" Charlemagne asked, obviously disgruntled about his sister's choice in a mate.
"He's handsome..." She said quietly, "And I like his arms. When I was younger, I wanted my mate to have arms like that because then he could wrap them around me, make me feel safe, make me feel loved. And his hair, I saw him in the transmission you recieved from the Matriarch last week...I wanted to run my fingers through it...to see if it was as soft as it looked. And his eyes...beautiful eyes. Nice pecs too."
Charlemagne smiled at his little sister.
"I wonder if the Matriarch would talk to him of the pairing?" Elsbett asked Charlemagne.
"I will ask her. She is supposed to be coming her today, so I will ask her," Charlemagne stated.
"Do you think that Rhade is coming with her?" Elsbett asked, seeing her sister-in-law turn red.
Jewel stood up quickly and went to her quarters. She threw herself on her bed. Rhade coming here? She thought to herself. She got up and undressed. She bathed and dressed. She put on a Roman Empire style outfit. A beautiful burgundy silk number that hugged her developed body in all the right places. She put on blood red velvet slippers. Her platinum blonde hair was piled on top of her head in bountiful curls. She tied the curls up with a burgundy ribbon after adding the blood red extensions she always wanted to wear. Her maid, Kitara, who just happen to be her bestest friend, did her makeup.
"May I ask why you are dressing like this?" Kitara asked.
"Kit, you are my best friend. I will tell you. Charlemagne insists that I marry. But he is going to ask the Matriarch today what she thinks of the pairing," Jewel answered.
"There is something that you are not saying, Jules," Kitara mused.
"The man I chose is...Telemachus Rhade," Jewel said sheepishly.
(More To Come...)