Update July 28
Marieda was pinned against the cold stone wall but only felt the powerful overwhelming heat of Dracon’s blood and emotions filling her. She reached a hand out to his chest, stroked softly and smiled, “Mmmmm and pray tell, what would there be to explain? By the time they arrive, he will be well cleaned up and his surface scratches healed. They will just see what a raving mad man he is?” She gave Dracon another smile and looked into his eyes, “Now, my Lifeblood relax, let us enjoy a fine quiet evening and a good meal together. I have relieved you of one tedious chore?” Marieda’s hands wandered lightly over him, leaving her own trail of heat, “I have extracted my personal revenge, done a good thing for my dear afflictled friends” she offered a more suggestive sigh and smile, “Ahhh I am feeling quite ravenous now?”
Dracon tried to maintain some semblance of anger and control but looking into the deep waves of ocean blue stirring in his wife’s eyes, he was as usual lost to another feeling. He inhaled sharply at the heat stroking over him from her finger tips, and the pulse of her neck calling to him. Dracon leaned in closer to that calling spot. Even though they were well beyond the point of needing the blood to survive, it was now a heady intoxicant of love between them that kept them tied to each other with the taste, the scent, the feel. He whispered in her ear,”You are ever the enchantress and diplomat!”
Some time later they lay on the carpeted floor in front of a low burning fire still entwined together. Marieda dozed in a satiated sleep while Dracon read over a scrolled document that he had been avoiding earlier. He had not wanted to deal with previously, knowing full well that it was but full of further problems for him. Now though that his mind was a bit more at peace due to the whiskey, and the blood of his mate, he steeled himself for what ever trouble lay within.
At his uttere aggrevated curses, Marieda stirred and rose to fit herself within his arms, looking up and caressing his ragged frustrated face,”And, what now, Love?” she glanced at the paper in his hand, at the official seal of AlSimHara on it, “A letter from your homeland?”
Dracon stroked her hair with one hand, tossed the document with the other and rubbed his brow, “Yes, Love, a letter from my homeland. They will be sending an envoy with representitives” He muttered an oath again and looked down at his wife, “ They have also invoked their rights to have say in the future ruler of our clan?”
Marieda picked up the document and slowly read through it. Her face showed her own frustration and worry. “This bodes not well for anyone? Why would they do this?”
Dracon sighed deeply, “Because Dearest, they have a right to. They are my bloodline and as such, this woman has as much right to rule as our Fiona does?” He was troubled by this news of his homeland and his deepest past. He had left long ago, returning only rarely to attend to family matters.
Now, Marieda’s face was turning more to the feel of the vast cold atlantic oceans of her origins. She was casting a definite chill in the air as she continued to read. Once finished, she threw the documents aside, stood up and turned an icy back to him, “This matter of the past has now come back to haunt us, your fleeting indescretion of those years ago has come full circle now and we must all bear the consequences?!” She thought they had put this to a close all those many years ago but now, when they were in the direst of circumstances for the clan and needed to be united, this consequence could literally do them in and tear them apart?
She was filled with dread more so than anger, but yes some anger still remained at his long ago unfaithfullness to her. She coldly spat out at him “So, now this young woman, this consequence, comes to our land to claim her rightful place as your daughter!” She railed on, and Dracon allowed her- she had every right to feel this betrayal still. “Where do you propose I shelter her? Mayhaps in our Fiona’s quarters, since you have seen to it she will not be in need of them anytime soon?!” Marieda stormed out of the room, the door slamming loudly behind her.
Dracon knew not to follow her, it could be quite some time before she calmed down from this event? He took the documents to the desk and sat, thinking somewhat sadly but fondly of his homeland, and of the past events leading up to this. His thoughts went to this young woman being sent to him. He had known of her existance, but unwisely kept it secret? Now, this girl was being used it seemed, as some sort of pawn by his fueding relatives so far away… He remembered seeing her from afar on one of his last visits. She had been standing by the pillars toward the sea- it seemed as though to look out and wonder what lie out there, possibly wonder about him? He sat there now, his hands together worrying about the future of all them, and a silent prayer for the well being of this girl, this consequence as his wife put it… she had a daunting voyage, an uncertain future, and she had a name… Anumet Moon?