Glacia

[1]

A snowflake touched her cheek, making her open her eyes. A smile came upon her lips as she began to silently watch more snowflakes falling about. The sunset made the sky turn into different colors, most of which were a mixed of pinks, blues, and gray tones that made the clouds shimmer. The snow around her mixed with a soft spring breeze reminded her that she needed to get up and go back home. She did not want to go, she wanted to stay in this peaceful solitude.

"Karla," she heard a distant voice called and that made her sit up. It was soft and breathy. It made her feel warm and tingle all over, despite the cold.

"Karla," the voice called out again and she stood up, looking about the woods and catching site of green skirts running off. She chase after whoever it was, forgetting Lucivar's warnings toward approaching an unknown enemy. She ran as fast as she could, catching site of long golden hair tinged with a bit of red fluttering behind the person she was pursuing. As she got closer, she had no more doubts that the supple and curvy body, belong to a witch. Laughter rang around the trees as the woman turn to look at her, turquoise eyes meeting hers and red colored lips smiled in mischief.

"Catch me, Karla," the woman urged her. She ran faster, letting out a triumphant laugh when she caught hold of some of those rippling green skirts. The scenery change immediately, the dark green skirts turning into satin sheets pressed against her naked body. She gulped as she found herself in a bed, her bed, a moment later a soft moan escaping her lips. Her body quiver as her legs spread more and someone placed themselves in between them. The green satin sheets slid off her and she realized that the only light around the dark room came from the moon.

The pale glow of the moon rested upon the porcelain skin of a female. A female that was resting between her legs and slowly moved up to poised herself on top of her. In that close proximity she could see that the female was of Aristo descent. Her long golden hair with that tint of red seemed to glow all because of the moonlight. Her turquoise eyes were greener, her cheeks had a faint blush and her lips were a much softer red, the color accenting her pouty mouth.

She gulped in that moment as another tremble came upon her body. That made the woman smile, mischievously and press her body more into hers. The sensation of naked flesh brushing against hers made her gasp; she arched up wanting to press more into the female, who obliged her by doing that.

"Karla," the woman whispered close to her mouth within an inch of kissing her, "Karla..."

The woman pressed her lips and then…

"Eek," she said very loudly as she felt someone slobber her face. Pushing the huge cat away she opened her eyes and noticed it was dark outside. Her room was lit brightly and the Arcerian cat sprawl upon her bed, purred happily in seeing her awake. She tried to push him away to no avail and when he did not budge she decided to take on a different approach.

"KaeAskavi, if you do not move in this instant and leave, I am going to let Della turn you in a mauve color Arcerian cat again," she smiled as the Warlord Prince swoop down of the bed, running away through the door. She smirked in happiness as she got up, not feeling tired but very frustrated instead. Taking her cane she began to walk towards her own bathroom.

The suite she occupy was decorated in whites, mahogany, sapphire and gray tones. It was comfortable and spacious, made specifically to survive children or Arcerian Warlord Princes. The view around the room showed off the capital of Glacia and its scenery. To her it was home and hers, not many got to grace her quarters and those who did were only special guests she consider family.

As she went inside the bathroom and began to prepare for the evening meal, her mind came wondering back towards the dream. Her own cheeks flushing as she thought of it. She did not want to think about that, since she did not want to think in any way of Lady Verruil. Her mind was already made on doing all she could to make the young witch run away and never come back. When she finally began to dress and her breasts brushed against the sensitive material of her clothes, she stopped and bit her lower lip, clearly remembering when her own skin had touched the ladies.

"You are being foolish," she told herself trying to push away the dream, her thoughts and the sensations she was feeling. It was not until she was done when the polite knock echo through her room and she grimaced, recognizing whom exactly it was.

Taking her sweet time on going to answer the door and steeling herself, she opened it to meet those notable turquoise eyes. In them she could see innocence, nervousness and excitement.

The witch blushed instantly adding more loveliness to her face; she could not help but taking the natural beauty of the aristo lady. Her eyes slowly skimming down the soft golden and red tinge cascade of hair that contrasted with those eyes and the soft red mouth. The white porcelain skin tinged pink because of the ladies blush and the ample bosom displayed by the sapphire dress that hugged those supple curves. The Sapphire Offering jewel, encased in a rose silver motif chain, kept calling her attention to the pronounce cleavage. The whole image was very formal and appealing; to her it was a wonder on how the aristo lady had managed to shake off so many suitors.

As both of them stood silent for a moment lost in what seem like a trance, she decided to break it off.

"What do you want?" Her tone was gruff and she, Karla, for the first time winced mentally at something she had said. Thinking that maybe she had been too aggressive. She let out a sigh as she watched Anastasia turn stiff and try to hide the hurt in her eyes.

Brushing her free hand through her spiky blonde hair, she concentrated on something far off in the hallway, giving time for the lady to say what she wanted to say.

"I came to get you, because Cook has already informed that dinner is ready, my Lady," Karla could hear quite well the hidden hurt in that tone. Turning to look at Anastasia, she gave her a curt nod, before stepping more into the hallway and closing the door to her room. Taking the witch by surprised, both of their bodies brush and there was some sort of heat that pass through both of them. This made the lady gasp and take a few steps back in surprise, staring back at Karla with wide eyes.

Not wanting to think about it at all, she decided to move forward and continue down the hall, grumbling under her voice her displeasure. She was not going to let herself feel anything at all. Her main goal was to let the witch go, not fall for her or think stupid romantic thoughts of her. She heard Anastasia run after her; for a moment making her wish to turn and look at her lady-in-waiting not acting composed.

That made her smile and when the lady reached her side, she hid that smile behind a bored mask. Already planning on what to do to get the lady to leave her side and leave the house.

[2]

Anastasia sighed happily when she flopped into her bed after the evening meal. She did not want to stand up and take off her clothes; she also did not want to use craft since she was exhausted mentally. For once, in all her days staying at court, she wished to be home with her father. It was the first time she was attending on Karla and it seemed like she had been doing it for an eternity. The evening meal had gone by fine.

The Queen had ignored her for most of it and concentrated on talking with her Steward on what needed to be done the next day. She thanked the Darkness back then for Della's company, the young witch's incessant talking and questions not letting her get bored or think of the event that happen before the evening meal with the Queen.

It was after the dinner that things started to get terrible. Karla, settled on her drawing room, asked her to get a book from the library. After bringing the Queen ten different books and making different trips to get them, the Queen decided that she did not want to read anymore and settle on telling her about her lady-in-waiting duties. Anastasia felt horrified at the thought of getting up so early in the morning to practice with a bladed Eyrien stick, to learn how to ride like a warrior and not side saddled. To also learn how to use the bow and knifes. She had to learn how to help with healing, even if she was not a Healer by caste. Karla's rambling on about all the other things she needed to do that were deemed un-lady like by protocol, faced her but she did not let it showed then and she was proud for it.

After the Queen got tired, she then let her excused herself and reminded her of the early morning that waited for them the next day. She groaned and grabbed a pillow to hide her face. She needed to stay, this was her lifelong dream and she needed to stay. Closing her eyes she could only think of her body and the Queen's brushing together, that delicious tingle of warm running through all of her. It had felt magnificent and erotic, for a moment making her ached for more. She had never felt that before with any of her lovers.

Hugging the pillow tight to her body she turn to her side to look at the dark night that looked magical with the falling snowflakes. Summoning all her strengths to get up and prepare herself for bed, she slowly took her time on doing it. As she finally was ready and slipped into the sapphire satin sheets that warmed her naked body, she noticed that she was still wearing her Offering jewel. Touching it, she sighed, she needed to stay. She would do whatever Karla told her or made her do, because she wanted to be there. She wanted to serve.

[3]

"You are evil, Karla. Not only did you bet on her leaving, but you also are raising the stakes by making her join you on practice and making her learn things a proper aristo lady-in-waiting should not. There should be a rule that exempts you from making any profits."

Many men grunted in agreement with Hagen as they all watch lady Anastasia of House Verruil try to learn how to use a bow. It was almost afternoon and still the Lady had not even drawn the arrow, that made her and most of the warriors under her care grimaced. She did not grimace of course, since last night she had learned of the courts bets and decided to join in on them, already preparing for the many winnings she would get.

"You poor males. You should learn to never bet against your Queen. Besides, I'm a proper aristo lady and I know different ways on how make any male suffer," she eyed them all, relishing the way they all winced. "Kiss, kiss. At least she knows how to hold the bow," she added making the men chuckle in amusement.

"Do you think that under Lucivar's tutelage she could learn at least something?" A warlord asked, while a Prince piped up in response, "Didn' Lucivar Yaslana turned you into a full blooded male?" The men all snickered at that, while the Warlord made a rude gesture to his friend.

The idea of Lucivar taking Anastasia under his wing made her smiled. Maybe she could ask the Eyrien Warlord Prince to come over sometime soon, but not yet, she still did not know if the girl would leave or stay.

Stretching for a bit, she stopped herself from yawning in front of her court. She knew that if the males catch her yawning they would insist on her taking a nap or coddle her.

The thought of a nap right then was appealing though, since she did not sleep well the night before. Her dreams always turning to the lady and becoming more ardent, by the time morning came she was simmering with sexual frustration. To the surprised of many, it was she who woke up her court, banging annoyingly on their doors and declaring it was time for practice in a loud bellow.

She had felt bad then, when she took in her lady-in-waiting state of panic upon realizing that she did not have anything to wear for practice and the sleepy daze look on the witch's face. That made her decide on lending her a pair of her clothing, which later turn into a bad decision when she took in the way her clothes clung to the lady's body in an attractive way.

Even though Anastasia had told her that she was grateful for the clothes, she still fumble with her clothing as they all walk toward the inner garden. It was not until they all started practicing and the lady started working out that she forgot about her fumbling or her nervousness. Karla could see that she was trying hard to impress her, but the poor witch was failing miserably. At least that morning practice had helped her with clearing her mind and letting go of all the tension in her body. It also helped her improved her mood.

Handing her bladed Eyrien stick to one of the males around her she walked toward Anastasia, tired of watching her for so long not get such a simple thing. Upon reaching the instructor, the Warlord shut up making the lady turn to look at Karla. Those turquoise eyes were filled with frustration and Karla could not help, but smile remembering that once she had felt like that. Asking the Warlord to allow her and giving him her cane, she position behind Anastasia.

Pressing her body more into the lady's, she began to guide her into the perfect stance for shooting. Helping her to lift the small bow up, while using her other hand to show her how to draw the string with an arrow. The warm feeling rushed through her and she ignored it, even when she pressed her lips against the lady's ear and whispered.

"Concentrate on the target's middle and draw the string as much as you can. Yes, excellent. Now, find the balance and listen to the wind, it will help your arrow to reach the target."

Anastasia gave her small nod and did as she was told; it was not long when she let go of the arrow. It did not hit the center, or the target, but it did fly and landed a few feet away on the snow-covered land. A gasp of joy escaped the lady, who put the bow down and turn to watch all the males celebrate such a crappy shot. Karla took a step back and took her cane, looking over at the shot.

"Congratulations, Lady Verruil, you killed snow. Hopefully next time you could hit the target before the day's end," she said before looking back at the lady and turning to go towards the inside already wanting breakfast and warmth. The Darkness helped her if her mornings would be like this for the rest of the year.

[4]

Anastasia of House Verruil, did not let her Queen's words affect her, she still was reeling on making the bow fly and hit something. She push a golden lock of her hair behind her right ear, the same ear that tingle still after the Queen's lips pressed on it. The warm almost electric feeling coursed through her, making her aware of where she was. That moment had been intense and even if she had wanted to press her body more against Karla, she did not dare. The Queen had decided to instruct her, not flirt, and if she did something like that in front of the Queen's men it would look really bad on her Queen.

Pushing any thoughts aside, she looked at the Warlord who eyed her in an interested manner. She raised a golden eyebrow in question and made him chuckle.

"What?" she said very haughtily. The older man, chuckling again, before answering her question, "Nothing, my Lady Verruil. It seems that days at court will get more interesting. Good day."

The Warlord rushed off and hurried to go after his friends, while leaving her there in a pensive mood. She had wanted to leave earlier, but this business of practice had seemed interesting and new. She wanted to learn more and so she would stay, besides she needed to find out why was it when the lady touched her or pressed against her she felt the warm rush feeling.

Noticing she was alone, she rushed toward the dining room, letting out a groan as she forced her stiff body into a run. She needed to get there before all of them, including Della, KaeAskavi and Karla, ate all of the breakfast. With a sore body she reminded herself that she was going to stay.

Hello Fellow Readers!

I promised you a longer chapter and here it is! :D

I hope you enjoy it a lot!

I also hope that you do not mind some of the scenes.

^.^

-Kaerih