"Daria, the Warrior Queen" (closed to current writers)

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Daria casually followed Palla to the door, addressed the Bodyguards standing there in what to do about the girl, and returned to kneel before Meara. She took her hands and squeezed them tightly, trying to calm their trembling.

"Do you want to be alone, my love?" she asked. "Or can I stay with you?"

She would remain right here with Meara or leave if desired. She had nothing more important with which to deal than this relationship.

 

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Daria took her hands. Meara shifted and half fell out of the chair and into Daria's arms. She held onto her queen tightly. "Please don't leave. Stay, please mistress. Please."

She pressed her face into Daria's neck and inhaled. She hadn't realized how much she missed her scent or the tickle of blonde hair on her face.

 

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Daria was instantly relieved and happy when Mears slid out of the chair and into her arms. She didn't hesitate to pull the girl tight to her.

"Please don't leave," the girl begged. "Stay, please mistress. Please."

"Of course, my love," Daria responded without hesitation, pulling her even closer. Meara pressed her face into her as Daria reached a hand to her upper back and neck to caress her. "I'll never leave you."

They sat there for a couple of minutes, simply clutching one another until Daria maneuvered the girl's head so that they were facing one another. She pressed her mouth to Meara's in a soft kiss ... that began to get more intimate ... and then simply passionate. Daria stood, bringing the girl up with her, slipped an arm under Meara's thighs, and lifted her from the ground into her arms. A lifetime of healthy living and physical training paid off as the Warrior Queen was able to carry her lover all the way to the bed and lay her in it.

"I'll stay with you, my love," Daria promised as she laid down next to Meara. She kissed her again and pressed a hand to her belly, caressing her as she reassured the girl, "I will always stay with you."

 

[SandS13]

Meara closed her eyes as Daria kissed her. The kiss grew. Days apart had left her wanting, needing the contact.

She was surprised when Daria picked her up though she knew she shouldn't be. Daria was strong and Meara, petite and even more so with days of barely eating.

Meara shifted her arms, holding Daria close. She kissed her tongue playing with Daria's. She desired more but hesitated. She had heard how good Palla had been, how much Daria had enjoyed her sister.

The hesitation turned to doubt and doubt stopped Meara from pursuing anything more than kissing and holding Daria close.

"Will you stay the rest of the day?" Meara whispered, her face close to Daria's. Her eyes were closed. "They can bring us dinner I think and if you wish you could stay the night. I have missed you..."

 

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Daria could sense conflicting emotions in Meara; the girl returned the kisses passionately, but when her hands caressed over her lover's body, Daria could feel the tension and hesitation in her. Even though the Queen would have loved to strip down and pleasure the teen -- and possibly be pleasured herself -- she kept the interaction between them mild.

Daria ordered dinner and drink brought to Meara's room, and the two of them held each other close -- on the bed while they waited, on the couch while they ate, on the balcony while the sun dropped. Daria left for only a few minutes, going to her own bed chamber where Hamma helped her out of her clothes and into her night gown; while she was gone, Finna did the same for Meara. Daria had felt it better that they don't undress together in Meara's room and crawl into bed naked, still unsure whether or not her lover was ready to once again be her lover.

It was strange laying next to Meara with clothes on; they'd only ever been fully naked against once another's bodies, even on the few nights when making love had not been part of the evening's activities. But it was still such a more enjoyable and satisfying thing to once again be laying with her soul mate.

 

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Meara kept herself as close to Daria as she could as the evening went on. She linked their hands, stroked Daria's hair and left soft kisses on her shoulders and lips. She wanted to strip and feel their bodies close together but she just couldn't shake the doubt and worry.

She ate more at dinner than she had in all ten days combined. The colour began to return to her cheeks.

In the morning, Meara laid there and stared at a sleeping Daria. She hadn't been able to sleep. Her mind had been too full of questions. Would Daria take other lovers? Would she be good enough now that Daria had enjoyed Palla? Would Daria ever be satisfied with her again? Could she do better? What of the baby? What would happen? What if she did die in childbirth? What if the child died? What if...what if...

By the time the sun came up Meara's stomach hurt and her head ached.

She reached out to stroke Daria's cheek very gently. She didn't want to wake her. She just wanted to feel her soft skin under her fingertips. The last ten days had been gut wrenching and painful. She had pictured Daria and Palla, naked and making love to each other. She had pictured Gwent and Palla making love. She had pictured her life in this place, alone.

Now, Daria was here again but would it be alright? Meara was scared that she had said too much. She had found the courage to speak her mind but never thought of what would happen after.

She took a deep breath, inhaling Daria's scent.

 

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Daria awoke to the incredible aroma of Waking Tea filling the room and found Finna at Meara's dining table setting up breakfast as quietly as possible. The servant crossed close to the bed and whispered ever so quietly, "Lord Kriggen has requested an audience, Mistress."

Daria nodded her understanding and shooed the girl away. She looked the other way to find Meara's eyes open. Smiling, then leaning down to kiss her lover on the cheek, Daria whispered, "I must go, but I will return to have breakfast with you … I promise."

She rose to leave, then paused and looked back. "If you would like … my scouts rediscovered a hot springs deep in the woods that was lost to our knowledge for more than a generation. They have been guarding it, to ensure it is not used by anyone. It is private … and we could don our riding gear and venture their for the day. I … I would like to be alone with you … just you and I and the world of the Mothers surrounding us."

 

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Meara felt her stomach tighten as Daria told her she needed to go. She sat up slowly and nodded. "You have things to do. I understand."

Meara smiled. "If the healer says I may go I would like that, very much."

As if on cue the healer was escorted in to inspect Meara. He did not seemed surprised to find Daria there. The castle was already aware of what had happened. The part that seemed to be the most unknown was what Meara had said when they were alone before Palla had been led in. Some guessed the woman had given the queen an ultimatum. Others swore the girl was far to meek and spineless for that. Mostly it was assumed that Palla had simply overstepped and Daria stayed with Meara because she had not chosen another lover yet. There was already women who had started the day with their hair a little more styled or frequenting the halls to catch the queen's eye.

The healer crossed to the bed and Meara laid down to let him once more prod and push on her body. When he was done and had left she sat at the table and stared at the meal. Meara sipped the tea but didn't touch the food. She did not think Daria would return but would not eat in case she was able to.

 

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Daria saw surprise on Meara's face when she returned just minutes after the Healer had departed. She kissed the girl softly on the lips, sat, and said, "Let's eat and go for a ride."

They took their time to finish breakfast; Daria simply wanted to sit with her soul mate, to look into her eyes, to ask her about the past ten days and what she'd been doing and if she thought they could be happy with one another again...

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The ride to the hot springs was slow and sometimes difficult; there was a good reason it had been lost to the knowledge of the people of Castlemont, despite it being only three miles from the back gates. Daria had insisted that the Healer accompany them, something he hadn't been too tickled about. He didn't ride a horse as his religion forbade him from engaging another creature as a beast of burden; Daria had known this, of course, and had arranged for a litter, but when the man pointed out that the servants at the end of each of its poles would in effect be beasts of burden she ended up dismissing the carrier, leaving the man to follow behind them on his own two feet. Ironically, with the trek being so difficult and time consuming, he would arrive at the multi-layered pools less than an hour after they themselves had on horseback.

"Is it not incredible?" Daria asked as she personally helped Meara down from her horse. She looked into the girl's eyes for a moment, then leaned if for a kiss, hoping it would become a passionate one. When their mouths parted, she said, "Come with me. No one has been in these waters for more than two generations, and I want to share it with you."

She took Meara by the hand and led her up the trail to the water. For several days, workers -- who had been delivered her blindfolded and then taken away in the same way -- had been clearing decades of overgrowth and refashioning the steps about the three pools to make it suitable for their Queen.

"Cold water enters from a stream at the top," Daria explained as they made their way along the water, "And four separate vents under the pools … two in this one and three in that one, feed the pools with hot water. The temperature gets hotter the nearer the bottom you get."

Daria stepped away from Meara and -- facing her with a devilish smile -- released the buckles up and down her front side. Her gaze never left her lover as she pulled at three separate bowed thong ties … and her clothing simply fell to the rocky path beneath her, leaving her nude, recently shaved body on full display.

She hesitated a moment, wanting Meara to look at her, to remember all the joy and ecstasy in which they'd partaken with one another … then she turned, took one step toward the topmost pool, leaned forward with outstretched arms, and dove perfectly into the four foot depth. She crossed the pool, popping up for a moment, smoothed back her long, blond hair, then rolled to her back and gently paddled her way back toward Meara; her full, firm bosom pointed into the sky, her nipples hardening at the lower temperature of the air hovering over the warm water.

"Take your clothes off," Daria pleaded when she reached the edge of the pool. She waggled a hand at Meara, saying, "I want to see my beautiful girl with her belly full of our Realm's future."

 

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Meara was elated when Daria returned to breakfast. She told her the healer had give his blessing for her to go to the hot spring. Something about heat and blood flow but she should be sure to alternate being in and out of the water so as not to overheat. It was then decided that he would come to oversee Meara's health

The ride out was hard for her as the trek was hard and she was not entirely steady on a horse still.

When they arrived Meara was struck by the pools. She had thought it would be a stream with a hole where the water was just hot. It was called a hot spring after all...

Her eyes took in the pools and she nodded as Daria explained how they worked. "It is beautiful..."

Meara's eyes were drawn from the pool to the most beautiful thing Meara had ever set eyes on. She never failed to be in awe of how impossibly stunning Daria was. She looked over over, drinking in the sight. Meara watched as Daria dove into the pool. She was so graceful. Meara couldn't stop staring.

Meara's surprise was clear on her face as Daria commented on the baby growing inside of her. "I- it is still very small..." It was all she managed to get out and she knew it was a meagre response to the statement. She slowly undressed, her doubt creeping in once more.

She too had been freshly shaved. The servants had kept her cleaned, smooth and well tended to. It was expected for someone of Meara's position in Daria's court.

Her hand moved over the slight bump of her abdomen. Her frame was still petite and the bump was more noticeable when Meara turned sideways. Even then, at the moment it looked as if Meara had perhaps simply eaten too much. More noticeable for Meara or any who had handled them was that her breasts were slightly more swollen. Meara had noticed it a few days ago and one of the maids had commented when dressing her.

She approached the pool. She very slowly eased her body into the water. "Your realm's future?" She turned her eyes to Daria.

 

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Just as Meara had closely watched her own undressing, Daria eyes set upon the younger beauty until she, too, was naked in this wondrous place. The Queen's lips spread in a joyous smile at the vision of Meara's body; the girl may have thought she hadn't changed much, but Daria -- who hadn't seen in nude in far too long -- very easily took note of the ever so slightly bulging belly and more than obviously swelled breasts.

"You are so beautiful, my love," Daria told her with a sincere tone. "You will always be so beautiful, even when you are swollen fat with child and waddling like a goose."

She laughed, watching Meara as she took the carved out steps down into the water, asking, "Your realm's future?"

Daria took one of Meara's hands and led her out deeper into the pool, telling her to stop their movement when they reached a temperature that was comfortable for her. She then moved up closer, until only inches separated the bosoms that hung just above the pool's surface.

"I am Daria, Warrior Queen of the Northlands, the Conquered Territories, and -- rightfully -- the World Known," Daria said in a formal tone that also included a smile of happy pride. "In my Realm, I am the wearing of the Crown. In my Realm, the law dictates that the eldest child of the wearer of the Crown is the heir to that Realm."

Daria reached out to pull the two women's bodies against one another, then pressed her mouth to Meara's in what she hoped to be a passionate kiss. Then they separated, Daria continued, "In my Realm, I am the Law Maker … and as such … I can alter the law in any way I choose. I can alter the law to make the child of my husband my heir, even if that child is not of my blood line."

Daria gave Meara just a moment to consider what she was saying before adding, "I can alter the law to make the child of my wife my heir … even if that child is not of my blood line."

 

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Meara let Daria lead her. She indicated when she would like to stop and then Daria moved close. She stared at the woman, the queen who had taken her as a slave and who now, Meara know for certain she loved.

She was pulled in, pressed against Daria. Her arms went around Daria's neck and she kissed her back, passionately. She whimpered softly as Daria broke the kiss. She frowned. She was about to ask if she intended to marry Gwent, thus naming the child her heir but Daria continued.

"I was told you could not marry a woman...it isn't done. I- I thought you meant you would marry Gwent..." Meara's hand moved to Daria's cheek. "You honour this child...and by accepting it you honour me.."

She kissed Daria, firmly. Her tongue brushed Daria's lower lip. When she broke the kiss, Meara pressed her cheek to Daria's and held her body close.

 

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"I- I thought you meant you would marry Gwent..."

Daria's face tensed up with an expression of confusion ... and then she realized what Meara had incorrectly assumed from the mentioning of a husband. She laughed aloud at the misunderstanding, studied the girl, then laughed again. "No, no my sweet innocent girl. I wish to marry you!"

She kissed Meara again, then chuckled once more. "I am the Queen! I may marry whom I want. I may have a child with whom I want. I may have any child I love take his or her rightful place as my heir."

They embraced and shared the moment, then Meara said, "You honour this child...and by accepting it you honour me.."

They held each other there in that pool for the longest time, bodies pressed tightly as hands gently caressed over necks, backs, and buttocks. Daria pulled back to look into Meara's eyes, and she asked in a soft voice, "May I please you, my love...? May I lay you upon the grass and drive you to the heights of ecstasy that you have me so often?"

 

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Meara relaxed in Daria's arms. She was touching her, remembering what Daria felt like under her hands, under her lips. Her neck, her jawline, the swell of her breasts.

Meara looked at Daria as she pulled back. "I am scared..nervous...what if...you do not enjoy it anymore? What if I disappoint you after-" She looked away.

 

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Daria was perplexed by Meara's question, partially because the girl hadn't completed it but mostly because she couldn't imagine never enjoying her intimate times with the former sex slave who had so wonderfully pleased her each and every time they were in one another's arms.

Then, it dawned on her. Daria asked, "After Palla…? After your sister, you mean."

She took Meara's hands and pulled them up between their bodies, holding them tightly. "Meara, my love … no one … no one … has ever fulfilled my needs … my wants … my desires … like you have. Your sister … she was..."

Daria drew a deep breath, considered the older of the siblings and the pleasure she'd caused her so consistently during the girl's short service to her, then explained, "I did enjoy my time with your sister … I will not say I did not. But Palla was nothing more to me than a servant. And … while she was able to satisfy my physical needs on a superficial level … she never satisfied me fully like you did. She couldn't … no one could, my love. The pleasure you cause me … the euphoria to which you drive me … it is unmatched by any joy to which any woman or man has ever delivered me."

She released Meara's hands, keeping them between their bosoms, and pulled the girl to her, informing her, "And Meara, you need to know. With the exception of the first time, I never pleasured your sister. I never felt for her what I feel for you. I want to please you. I never had an interest in pleasing your sister. She was in my bed to serve and service and satisfy me … her Mistress … her Queen. That's all. I love you, and I wish to make love to you … as I never will any woman or any man for the rest of my days."

 

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Meara wanted to argue that she had been told repeatedly how much Palla had pleased Daria, how Palla made the queen scream like no other had. She stared into Daria's eyes as she spoke.

Meara nodded, overwhelmed. "I thought that if I touched you that you would be wishing for Palla's touch. That I would never be able to please you again."

She let out a shuddering breath as she thought of Daria touching her, making love to her. 'You never...I thought...I thought she had replaced me in all ways."

Her arms slid around Daria's neck and she kissed along Daria's jaw. "Make love to me..."

 

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Daria was so delighted to hear those words from Meara. She pressed her mouth to the girl's, and they kissed passionately, erotically for the longest time as they arms simply held them close to one another.

"Come with me," Daria whispered as she took Meara's hand.

She backed up, toward one of the sets of steps that led up to a grassy area, upon which had been laid out a blanket that was staked down at the corners. Laying down, Daria noticed the immediate reaction on Meara's face.

"The ground here is warmed by water flowing beneath it," she explained. She pointed to the lower pool, where the spring water escaping there was so hot that it bubbled to the surface. "We are directly over that … the reason the ground her is so warm."

The wonder of this thermal phenomenon, of course, was that Daria was able to lay Meara back onto the blanket without the girl feeling chilled by the air around them. She laid beside her, kissing her, caressing her … then moved in over top of her, letting her lips and tongue explore Meara's neck, clavicles, breasts, nipples, belly, and finally her sex … after which she took her time and -- to the best of her ability -- mimicked those lessons the then-enslaved Meara had learned from the island girl … to build the girl to a high but wide plateau of pleasure … before finally driving her quickly and wondrously to a euphoric peak that Daria hoped would finally dash the girl's fears of ever having been second to any other woman in the Queen's life.

 

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Meara followed Daria. She was excited, aroused and nervous at the moment that was coming. She was shocked at the warmth of the ground but Daria explained it and frankly as Daria leaned in to kiss her, Meara forgot everything else.

It took very little for her pulse to race, her breathing to grow heavy and rapid. Daria's lips seemed to sear her skin wherever they passed. She had missed her lover, she had missed Daria's touch, the feel of their bodies touching...

She cried out, not caring who heard her as Daria brought amazing pleasure to her body. She felt more sensitive than she had before.

Laying there for a moment, Meara basked in the way her body felt but she wanted more. She sat up and gripped Daria's shoulders. She was never the aggressor, Vallaana's training had taught her to seduce and entice but she couldn't right now...she needed this...it was almost desperate.

She kissed Daria, hard and insistent. She urged her queen, her mistress and her love onto her back. Her legs straddled Daria's thigh. Slick folds, smooth and puffy moved against the hard muscle leaving Daria's skin wet. One of Meara's hands was in Daria's hair as she held her to her, not wishing to break the kiss. Her other travelled down Daria's body.

Fingers parted Daria's folds, teased her clit. Meara opened her eyes and stared at Daria. "I have missed your cries of pleasure." She teased the nub of nerves. Her hand tightened a little in Daria's hair. "I missed your body."

Her fingers slid into Daria and Meara moaned. She pressed against her, breasts rubbing together as Meara's fingers played in her lover's body as if it was an instrument.

 

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"I have missed your cries of pleasure,"" Meara told Daria as she began pleasuring her Mistress's super sensitive parts. "I missed your body."

"I have missed crying out in pleasure for you, my love," Daria returned, her body already writhing to Meara's skilled touch. "You will never miss my body again ... for it is all yours."

What Meara would do to her that afternoon would forever be foremost in Daria's memories when she thought or spoke of her life's best days. Pressing against Meara's warm body upon the warm blanket upon that warm earth, as if back in her own bed chamber with its fireplaces in three of the four walls, Daria's was burning with a heat that filled her as she'd never been before. She couldn't have counted the orgasms to which the younger woman had driven her if she'd tried; some of them were so close together that Daria wasn't sure she'd finish the first before the second swept through her.

When she simply couldn't take anymore, Daria pulled Meara to her and simply held her close until they'd drifted off as one warm mass of satiated woman. When, after untold hours -- how many was uncertain but the shadows had shifted significantly -- the two of them awoke together, Daria rolled atop her lover and whispered as she kissed her, "My turn to treat you like a Queen."

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Dressed again and descending the trail, hand in hand, toward the horse and the awaiting Bodyguard and Trail Scouts, Daria stopped them just out of their Escorts' hearing, pulled Meara to her for another passionate kiss, and told her, "I would like us to be Joined."

Daria wasn't sure whether or not Meara had heard the term before as it was primarily an act of union in which Royals and Nobles partook and only when they were making a personal commitment that -- by the current laws of the Realm and the Temple -- wasn't entirely legal.

"By Joining … I am committing myself to you and you are committing yourself to me," she went on. "I would take no other lovers … you would take no other lovers. There would never be a Gwent or a Palla to burden our lives with uncertainty. What's more … by Joining with me … you, Meara … once a peasant girl but no more … once a slave but no more … you would become my successor to the throne."

Daria studied Meara's reaction, then added, "If anything were ever to happen to me … if … if I were killed … you, my love … would become Queen of the Northlands, of the Conquered Territories, and of the World Known."

 

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Meara slept, satiated and content for the first time in ten days. Then Daria woke her and showed that she had yet to see the true measures of pleasure, of love. She screamed...until her throat hurt and her body shook almost painfully. Daria's touch, her lips, the press of her body were like fire and perfection rolled into one.

When they walked once more Meara could feel the way her body had relaxed. She looked startled as Daria pulled her in. Not scared, just startled and it turned easily into a smile.

"Joined?"

Her question was quickly answered. Her eyes welled. She wasn't sure if it was a symptom of the pregnancy or simply her emotions but tears came very easily to her lately. "Committed to me?" She stared at Daria and then wrapped her arms about her neck. She kissed her over and over again. "Yes...I wish to be joined with you."

She didn't think to hard on becoming queen. Nothing would happen to Daria. She was too smart, too strong for that.

 

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Daria was sittin upon her throne in the Great Hall, flanked by two Bodyguards, looking down upon the only other person in the Great Hall. She asked the man with a touch of anger in her voice, "What do you mean when you say you can not permit this to happen?"

It had been six days since that momentous day at the pools, and during that time -- when she wasn't making love with or otherwise enjoying her life with her soul mate -- Daria had been entirely and happily involved with preparing for the Joining Ceremony which was set for another six days from now.

Part of that preparation, of course, had been notifying and then petitioning the blessing of the High Priest of the Northlands Temple … Daria's uncle, Gregor the Wise.

"I cannot allow this to happen, Mistress," Gregor repeated.

"Because I am Joining with a woman."

"No, Mistress. I would prefer that you took a husband, either through Joining or through Marriage … with whom you would bear an heir … but that is not--"

"It is because the child growing within my lover's womb is not of my blood."

"Yes," Gregor confirmed simply.

Daria studied her uncle for a long moment in an attempt to determine a path forward with this conversation. She and her uncle had been at odds since the first day of her reign 14 years earlier at the unheard of youthful age of just 12.

Gregor had been eldest of Daria's three uncles, and he should have become head of the family, which at that point hadn't yet adopted the name House of Baeran as that name would be derived from Daria's father, Baeran the Bold. But Gregor had already committed himself to the Priesthood; control of the House had gone to his next younger brother, who had died leaving it to the next, who had then died leaving it to Daria's father.

When her father died, Daria took control ... violently, with a well deployed sword. It was only then that Gregor stepped forth and suggested that perhaps it was time for him to reclaim a leading role in the family. Daria -- then only 12 years old -- had taken him aside and very politely yet very firmly told him that if he ever tried to take control of the house from her, she would but his balls and cock off, cook them in a stew, and eat them with salted bread while he watched.

(Although she'd been able to make the threat seem as though it had come from deep within her own soul, Daria had actually gotten -- and practiced -- the very graphic thread from Kriggen, who had been her Locoten at the time but, under Daria, would eventually become the Supreme Commander of the Black Army.)

Gregor continued, "If you were to take a husband, whether by Joining or by Marriage … and you were to birth a child by this man--"

"I am to be Joined with Miss Meara," Daria interrupted, her tone firm. "Her child … our child … will become my heir."

"Until you birth a child by your own womb," Gregor said in a matter of fact tone. He waited for Daria to respond, and when she didn't he clarified, "A child by your womb would be the next in line for the throne … over this bastard child of--"

Gregor stopped and his eyes widened as Daria came flying off her throne, pulling the short sword on her hip from her belt as she descended the steps toward him. Showing great resolve, Gregor only barely even flinched at his Queen's sudden show of aggression, and even after she extended the blade out and pressed the tip to his throat, right above his clavicles, he still only stood there -- trembling but otherwise still -- and stared up into her eyes.

As much as she liked, Daria didn't press the steel into her uncle's throat. She wanted to end his life here and now; she'd wanted to end his life for more than a decade. But the High Priest was a powerful man and a well liked man as well; killing him here and now like this and -- worse yet -- for speaking a truth that many others of power and influence believed simply wasn't what Daria should do at this moment.

"Speak that word again in my presence about my child," she warned before reminding him of that night and her dining threat from so long ago, "And I'll eat of you as I promised so long ago. Is that understood … Priest?"

Gregor only nodded.

"Six days from this day, at four hours past the high sun," she demanded. "You will lead Miss Meara down this aisle to this dais … to me … and you will join us together as one."

Again, Gregor only nodded.

"And you will bless her child as my heir," Daria continued, pressing the blade forward just enough to cut into her uncle's skin and begin a slow dripping and dribbling of blood down his neck to stain his elaborate gown. "You will declare it our child … and the heir of the Realm."

After Gregor agreed, Daria stepped back and ordered him out. She stood there a long moment, trying to calm down, then turned -- to find Meara standing in the wings of the Great Hall, having seen … how much?

 

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Meara kept her hand over her mouth. He wanted Daria to take a husband, to have a baby herself. Her eyes flooded. She knew this would happen. Daria was queen but there were rules, laws, expectations.

He called her baby a bastard. He was not wrong of course but it stung. She had begun to truly think of the baby as Daria's, that they would love it as their own. Reality felt like a slap in the face.

She watched as Daria, strong and full of anger practically flew out of her chair. She threatened him. Meara flinched as Daria said she would eat him as she had promised. Meara had no idea what Daria meant but given her tendency for brutal punishments she could only imagine.

Meara closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them she was looking at Daria.

The room was quiet, only the pair and Daria's guards left. "He will not bless it. You can threaten him and he might do as you ask but he will never truly support it and there will be others who don't as well." Meara stepped forward. She reached out for Daria's hands. "Perhaps we should be joined, for ourselves and you could find a husband who would accept that arrangement...."

She released one of Daria's hands to caress her cheek. "You have fought for so long to have this kingdom. If we do this you will never know peace. Think on his words. Kill him and there will be another...and another." She had been reading a great deal of historical stories prompted by her tutor. She had read of uprisings and those who usurped thrones when they thought the rulers unfit, cruel or mad. She feared that Daria would be seen that way.

 

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"He will not bless it," Meara stated.

Daria knew she was correct, that her uncle simply wouldn't let this stand. She said softly but with that tone Meara had come to know as her or else voice, "He will."

"You can threaten him and he might do as you ask," the younger woman continued, "but he will never truly support it and there will be others who don't as well."

Daria didn't know what to say to this. What she did know was that her naïve, innocent, little village girl had come so far in so few months. Her education -- both at Daria's hands and in those of her many tutors -- were turning Meara into a well rounded woman who was beginning to truly understand the world in which Daria had grown up.

"Perhaps we should be joined, for ourselves," Meara began. Daria smiled at this, but that smile faded as the girl continued, "and you could find a husband who would accept that arrangement...."

Daria considered her soul mate's proposal for a long moment. Oh, it wasn't as if Daria hadn't contemplated such an arrangement before; ever since deciding that she wanted to be with Meara the rest of her life, Daria had feared that she would also be stuck with a cock-bearing mate whose only purpose was to provide legitimacy to the bloodline.

"You have fought for so long to have this kingdom," Meara reminded. "If we do this you will never know peace. Think on his words. Kill him and there will be another...and another."

"I would kill them all to live my life in peace with you and our child," Daria murmured, more to herself than to Meara. But she thought on what the girl had said and -- with a hesitant and reluctant voice -- spoke on the realities of Meara's suggestion. "I would have to lie with this man on our wedding night … before the Priest … to verify consummation of our marriage. I … in the end … to satisfy my Uncle fully … I would have to bear a child by this man. He will never accept our child--"

Daria reached out to lay a hand upon Meara's belly, "--unless I present him, the Realm, and the people with another child … and that child … it will become my heir in place of this baby."

Her eyes had begun to glaze over at the thought of this baby not following her to the throne of the World Known … and of its mother, her dear sweet Meara, becoming known as the woman who brought her -- or possibly him -- into this world that was their making.

 

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Meara was teary but held them in. She wanted to be strong for Daria. She didn't need her weepy and upset. This was hard enough being queen was hard enough. Being a woman in the world was hard enough.

She put her hand over Daria's where it rested on her body. She pressed reassuringly. "You cannot kill them all...we won't know peace until we make a situation that affords us this. "You would do your duty as queen. Not as my love. You will have to lain with whichever man is chosen repeatedly until you bear a child. Only then will they...people like the priest be satisfied. "Our child will not be your heir, no but you will not love it any less will you? Will you love me any less? I will not fade in my love of you."

Meara stepped closer and put both her hands on Daria's face. She kissed her. "My love, my dearest one...my queen...." She put her forehead to hers. "You must do what is right for your people. As long as I am your love, then all will be right in the world. We can choose a man who will be kind, who will accept and appreciate our bond. One who will accept the situation. It is possible. Even Gwent was willing to come and simply be a teacher to the baby he will never be able to acknowledge. Surely we can find someone..."

 

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(OOC: Note for Moderators or anyone else following our story: I would NEVER interactively role play or even describe sexual activity involving a character under 18 years of age. That being said, read on...)

"Even Gwent was willing to come and simply be a teacher to the baby he will never be able to acknowledge," Meara reminded.

Daria looked up into her lover's eyes at the mentioning of the man who'd put this baby inside Meara.

"Surely we can find someone..."

"Gwent," Daria interrupted. When Meara looked at her with a bit of confusion in her face, Daria clarified, "I will marry the Lord Sheriff of Yarlham."

She grasped Meara's hands as her words worked their way around the other's brain and explained, "Gwent is a Noble now, thanks to my promotion of him to Lord or Yarlham. No, he isn't of noble or royal blood, as my Uncle would prefer to see. But he is, nonetheless, now of the nobility. I can marry him to satisfy the High Priest … and I can consummate our marriage without fear of birthing a child by planning the ceremony around my Moon Blood."

There was no absolute certainty that by planning the time of her intercourse with Gwent or whatever man she married to be immediately before or after her menstruation that Daria wouldn't become pregnant. But she'd been taking cocks into her since she was 14 and hadn't gotten pregnant yet. It was a risk she was willing to take. If she'd avoided being seeded over all those years, she'd take the risk now with Gwent.

"I will part my legs to him that one time only," Daria continued with a tone that was becoming more animated as she saw a suitable option opening to the pair of them, "and after that we will have our lives once again … you and me, together alone. If my Uncle questions why I am not with child after a few months or a few years, I will blame it on him … claim him infertile and unable to--"

Daria stopped suddenly, laughing as she once again pressed to Meara's belly where the Lord Sheriff's baby was growing. "Or not."

She laughed and took Meara into her arms for a hug. "I will claim that I must be infertile. The High Priest will have to accept out baby as my heir."

Daria pulled back to look into Meara's eyes, telling her with certainty, "It's perfect."