The Emira's Palace - Guest Quarters

King Renaux of Travére

She laughed when he tugged her to his side, feeling a bit of a thrill but keeping a handle on it for now given now was not the time. Still, her hand moved to comfortably rest against his stomach. Her face was still turned out over Sakand and all of its sparkling lights. The pretty glowing hummingbirds seemed to be floating and dancing everywhere.

"Oh, how I do not envy you," Arianne laughed at him. "I heard that the Emira barely wears any clothes. But then, not many people here seemed to." She paused. "Then again, that seems like a good idea." She slipped out of his embrace and moved off of the balcony and into their rooms calling for a maid to come help her out of her dress and into something more comfortable for the desert climate.

"Is it true that the waters here are magical?" she wondered out loud at her husband, as if he was supposed to have the answers. "I've heard their items are magic because they trap the souls of servants in them." She said as she looked dubiously at a trash bin within the room.

She slipped out of the stays and corset and pieces of the gown she'd arrived in for something that flowed much more freely. The distinguishable Gauldish pattern of ornate flora was still present on her gown, however, but the slippery cool material felt nice against the silk of her skin.




She shot a glance over her shoulder at the mild threat that he'd trap her into discussions with the Emira, changed, and came out again. Renaux spoke as she moved to immediately get herself a drink of water. Was it Sakandi water? Well, it had to be, hadn't it?

She drank it, and it was a little... She frowned. "Renaux, come taste this. It's very..." Was it bitter? No, not bitter. Spiced? Was that the right word? She held the goblet out to him, birds singing in the gardens just off from their rooms, the temperature perfect and comfortable within the walls. No doubt enchanted that way.

She turned to look at a collection of decorative, metal-ish pots. When she opened the ornate tops, she saw crushed leaves inside and something like a whisk nearby. "Hmm... this must be Sakandi tea." She picked up one and smelled it, shook her head and set it down to reach for the next pot. "Do you know what you'll be speaking to the Emira about?"

The dress was Gauldish in design -- in deed, it was a Gauldish nightgown, but it worked in this weather. Arianne had yet to get a Sakandi dress, and she was looking forward to the adventure, although she'd never tell Renaux that. For all that Arianne enjoyed horse riding and pegasus riding and archery and athletic games, there was definitely a feminine side to the vibrant, red-haired queen who wanted to be pampered and made over.

"That Sakand has been annexed by Isra means they must have something of value, at least," Arianne said, shrewd in that, unaware that her husband was watching her touch and discover things -- as she always did, for Queen Arianne was very rarely ever idle -- and turned to look at him as he joined her.

"WOULD you like to me to join you in the discussions with the Emira?" she asked him.

She flowed easily into his arms, resting her hands on his chest as she looked up at him. It was not a mystery that he didn't recognize she wore a nightgown. After all, she barely wore them to bed.

"Tolerable, perhaps," she said with a smile. "Your concentration would be in jeopardy, however." Then she gave a little playful sigh. "Still, I suppose that if I want to take on more responsibility, it would be best if I was there. The children can play in these gardens until our talk is finished."

As he spoke to her, she nodded her head gently, punctuating his words with "Mm" and "Mm-hm" and "Ah" as her clever fingers... unbuttoned his doublet, very aware of his hands at the small of her back. He kissed her forehead just as she got through the layers on his chest to slip her palms inside and splay them against his chest, caressing over his skin and the strength she found there. "I do want to get more involved," she agreed with him as he kissed her forehead and her nimble fingers now gave a jerk on his belt and it loosened as if by magic. His vibrant young wife smiled up at him as his sword and belt clattered to the ground and she could more easily spread the layers of his jacket apart -- the one pristine, totally acceptable, kingly standard of decorum now rumpled and open.

"We have time," she immediately said when she knew that he would try to tell her no. He never meant it, not really, and she rose on her tip-toes to convince him of that. She melted against him, sweet on his mouth, hot against his body, and her words were whispered. "We don't even have to take off our clothes..."

It was quick but it was fun, like they were naughty teenagers trying to get a few gropes (and more) in between their class sessions. Cunning smiles, quick laughter replaced by gasps, a hot moan on her part and suddenly it became much hotter. A rhythmic slide, bodies colliding quickly on the bed, rising up and up until she quivered and trembled and released with a delighted cry.

And not but two minutes after that came a knock at the door, announcing that the Emira was ready to see them.

She was still catching her breath, her body still humming through her blood and bones, her long gown pushed up to her hips and the slender straps of her gown down by her elbows, drawing her bodice low as well.

Her vibrant red hair was spread across the mattress, slightly tousled, and the smell of him and her and jasmine was in the air. She drew one naked knee up on the bed and spread her arms wide, feeling the cool of the linen beneath her. Her eyes were closed, and she listened to the sounds of Renaux trying to get himself ready.

"Mm, perhaps next time..." she said on a satisfied sigh. "I think this time I'd like to sleep a little."

She opened her eyes just quick enough to watch him lean over her, closing them once more to kiss him in a brief but so, so warm kiss. His grinned was answered with a smile, her eyes flying open at his promise and her smile turning from something simply happy... to something simply hot.

He moved away to go to his meeting, and Arianne sat up to wiggle out of her useless dress. She debated, for a moment, putting something on, but decided against it... and since the weather was so perfect, she crawled up to the pillows on the magnificent bed and fell asleep on her side, naked as naked could be.

His lush, redheaded wife was still asleep on their bed, and did not stir when he entered. Given the comfortable heat of the room, she hadn't covered herself with anything, and was only a confection of smooth, pale skin lightly decorated with freckles and sweet, creamy curves. Her vibrant hair was spread out on the pillow beneath her head, her dark-auburn lashes fanned against her cheeks and her full mouth lightly parted as she breathed evenly.

She stirred several hours later, when sunset was beginning to boldly paint the Sakandi sky. The temperature had dropped just a little, and it put goosebumps over her creamy, naked skin. She stretched, as luxurious as a cat, and turned to find her husband in bed.

Arianna'e smile was warm and slow and sleepy and sexy and lovely, all just for him. "Hello, Your Highness," she said on a very languid voice, and leaned toward him for a kiss.