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Later, on the other side of the Dayton sea...
"Are you sure she doesn't know?" A brooding, silver haired young elf commanded of his messenger. "Quite sure, sire." "What was she doing when you left her?" "She was standing at the edge of the forest examining the broken arrow. You needn't worry sire, she's heading in entirely the wrong direction." "Good, that's good, for now. Return to her, keep an eye on her. Make sure she never finds out the thruth." "Yes sire." The messenger turned and exited through the double doors of his sire's chamber. "It's been three days.." Darkin spoke to himself. "Even now she could be putting the first of the pieces to the puzzle together. That fool! I told him to only return if it seemed evident that she was heading here. I'll have his head if comes back for any other reason." He heard a rustling of fabric outside his door and imediatley fell silent. "Darkin?" His father peeked into the room. "Are you alright, you sounded upset." "No father, I"m fine." Darking spoke coldly to Aldoron. He didn't like his father much, in fact, perhaps not even at all. He was just, convenient because of his high status which would one day be passed on to him. Darkin smiled with relish at the thought of one day being able to control not just the servants, but and entire land. "Well, since your smiling, you must be alright then. But, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you son. Good-day." Darkin sneered at his fathers back, Oh please, "I'm here for you son." What a eunich. Darkin got up to close the door but before he could a very tall, and thin woman with long black hair, pale skin, and eyes that almost looked red in certain light glided into the room. "Mother," Darkin spoke in a hushed voice. Perthina held her hand out to her son, He grabbed it and kissed it affectionatley. "Have you knews of our potential problem?" She had a low, sultry voice. "She is not a poblem mother, she is going in the opposite direction. I don't think we have to worry." "Idiot!" She shoved her son nearly accross the room. "You don't THINK we have to wory. You must be SURE! We can't have her showing up and meddling with our plans." Darkin crawled to his mothers feet. "I'm sorry mother, My messenger is returning to her, he will keep an eye on her." Perthina reached down to stroke her sons silver locks. "Good my son. Now come give mummy a kiss." Darkin kissed up his mothers belly, across her breasts and finaly lay a deep passionate one upon her lips. Darkin and Perthina had an ongoing, passionate and unatural relationship since he was thirteen. Perthina had discover her husband was being unfaithful, and with a human of all people. So she turned to her son for comfort and affection. It was more for revenge then out of true desire. She knew it would cut him deeper than if she had chosen one of the guards, and she would never think of touching a human. Aldoron knew, but he chose to pretend it wasn't happening, it was easier than facing the truth. But knowing had caused him to never touch his wife affectionately again. He tasted bile when he looked at her. His actions only fueled the abomable connection with Darkin who adored her and would do anything to ensure her happiness.
MommyMengrove · Sun Aug 06, 2006 @ 02:47am · 2 Comments |
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