The King's Birthday (Open)

[Queen Nalaac Bravenrest]

Nalaac sank into the kiss with Blaine, fingers clinging to his shoulders with a hint of desperation. They so rarely had these moments, the girl-queen tended to cling to them. Everything about this felt so very right, and it made her wonder if her elder maid had weaved another binding spell upon the two of them. After all, it wasn't all that hard to see that the two of them were having problems. Perhaps the elders wanted more from them then a simple blessing.

Blaine broke the kiss and began to speak, and tears sprang to his wife's eyes as he completely misunderstood what she'd meant. She wouldn't have been upset at all with him for attempting to father the child, but she hadn't understood why he felt the loss as keenly as she did. It must have been due to his feelings, and that told her so much more than any of his actions ever would.

As he continued speaking, she nodded, unwilling to break the fragile truce they had created by attempting to correct him. She wanted to, every fiber of her being screamed at her to, and when they were leaving the room and moving into their private chambers, she stopped him as soon as the door was shut and the servants dismissed.

"Blaine, I would have adored you to be a father to the child. I simply did not understand that you would have liked that as well. I thought...you would be angry with me, and with the child. Please forgive me for hurting you?" She wanted his forgiveness more than she'd ever wanted for anything in her life at that moment.

[Elizabeth Aura]

Seeig the King and Queen moving, Elizabeth swiftly picked up the skirt of her dress and went downstairs, hoping neither of them saw the sweat that built upon her forehead at this moment in time as her feet seemingly floated over the tips of the stairs as she, figuratively, flew down the stairs and through the corridors before entering the Physician's room. Her room.

Stepping through, Elizabeth deposited her cloak onto a nearby chair before entering her private quarters and pouring some water into the basin which she used to wash herself in. Cupping the clear water in her hands, Elizabeth splashed some water onto her face and gasped at how cold the water seemed on her skin. Far colder than it seemed a few hours prior when she first washed herself as she dried her face before running some checks on herself and silently swore.

This was going from bad to worse with each passing day.... At least she had some time to explain and prepare before she had to do something.

[King Blaine Manning]

Blaine followed her into their private chambers and moved to pull off his black cloak before he stopped abruptly and turned to face her, his face full of sympathy for her.
"Of course I forgive you. I know it must have been hard but I want every part of you. I thought maybe this child could fix us. I'm sorry about the women I have. They... "
He licked his lips and looked around the room searching for words before returning his eyes to find hers.

"They act like they WANT to be with me and I feel more wanted with them than I ever have with you. I'm so sorry."
He whispered to her before dropping his cloak to the floor then looking around for the servants she had dismissed.
"Um.... how am I going to get dressed without servants?"
He murmured nodding to the door wondering if she'd let them in at least.

The king rarely did anything for himself. He never picked out his clothes, he never bathed himself and he never needed to dress himself. That was what servants were there for. All he needed to do was make sure he was good at fighting so he could defend the kingdom if ever there was need.

~~~

Jamie had been working on helping set the tables for the feast in the dining hall, not because he was supposed to but rather because he liked doing things and making friends of the people he helped. You could never have too many allies in a strange place. The thing that pulled him away from table setting was that his tutor wasn't there. Making his way to their apartment, he slipped inside silently closing the door behind him, his blue eyes washing over the room before flicking to the door that lay ajar, her room.

His one was in the corner, a bed... really with a room divider for privacy. He didn't mind. As long as it gave the lady of the house some good sleep. She needed it more than he did and he kinda... could sleep anywhere really.
"Liz? Are you in here? "
He asked carefully making his way across the room to the door. He knocked a couple of times before pushing the door open and standing in the doorway.

"You okay? You looked flustered earlier and even more so now."
He asked carefully letting his eyes glide over her with a worried expression.

[Queen Nalaac Bravenrest]

"Do you still feel more wanted by them? Those weak women that scurry away at the least sign of your temper? Or do you think that I want you, your queen, your wife who is not scared of your temper, but instead stands toe to toe with you? Who do you think cares more, who do you think wants more of your attention?" Nalaac whispered the last bit as her hands went to his clothing, her voice low, compelling, seductive. She wanted her husband, and she was not going to let anything stop her, except him.

"I will be your servant for tonight, husband." Nalaac was bred to be a queen, but she'd still had to learn how to dress and undress herself. There had been a few lessons in how to divest her husband of his armor just in case, so she had a rough idea of how to get him out of his clothing. She took her time, slowly easing his clothes from his body, kissing what skin she revealed.

[Elizabeth Aura]

Elizabeth panted a little as she drew some blood from herself; a very difficult task at the best of times let alone nearing the worst for an Angel, even a half blood like herself as she let the blood drip into a small vial.

Unlike the other ones which she kept in case of serious injury within the Castle, the blood in this one seemed to swirl in different shades of red as Elizabeth sighed. "Oh God.... Really? Now?" She questioned before the knocking caught her attention as Elizabeth gasped, having not heard Jamie come in but she steadied her heart. "Oh! Jamie.... Thank the Heavens, I thought... Well..." She stated as she stood and put the vial against the side.

Sighing, Elizabeth let her tired eyes go to Jamie, thankful that her instincts marked Jamie as a child (in terms of Angelic years anyway), but also as one of her own so that didn't drive anything too badly as Elizabeth sank onto her bed. "Jamie..... How much have I told you about what I am..... My Angelic self?" She asked him carefully. She doubted that she touched on the Season part of his knowledge but she'd have to tell him so that he would understand and, if need be, to take over... Or perhaps be around so that her instincts wouldn't kick in too much.

[Jamie Lane]

Blaine's eyes locked on hers when she came closer and whispered her words against his lips. His lips twitched into a smile and he briefly caressed her hips as she moved closer to pull of his shirt. His breathing hitched at the low tone in her voice that was ever so seductive and smooth. He would tremble for her always. But then a thought came to mind. Had she spoke to Brady in this way? Blaine shook thought away with a shake of his head adding to also answer her question. She was smooth when she spoke to him and his hand moved to caress at her cheek.

Blaine closed his eyes when she placed her kisses across his body and tilted his head back with a soft moan. It felt good, her attention on him, finally.
"Nalaac... we have guests coming. Oh God... Your lips feel so good."
His hands buried into her hair. It wasn't like he didn't know how to undress himself. He just.... didn't know what to wear and some of his clothes had fine laces that needed to be tied. They were finicky things he didn't have the time or patience for.

Blaine buried a hand into her hair, stroking through her silken strands, his other hand guided her close to his body.
"Can we be that quick?"
He asked with a smirk before leaning in and kissing her passionately.

~~~

Jamie started when she started and he frowned at her instantly moving to sit beside her on the bed and flicking a frown from the blood vile to her which is when he noticed the sweat on her forehead. His eyes widened somewhat and he moved his hand to press to her sweaty forehead then cupped her cheek.
"Oh my god. You're burning up. Man! Panadol would have been great right about now...What do you need me to get and mix up? "

He was her apprentice after all. He'd paid attention and he knew how to mix herbs. Gently he moved from his seat.
"You should lie down. I'll find a stopper for the vial and then bring you some water. Seriously. No more working. "
Gently he gathered her feet off the floor so she would lay back then took one foot in his hand taking off one of her shoes as she began to speak.

"Well just the basics... is there something I should know about this sickness you have?"
Or maybe he didn't want to know? what is she was dying?