Madrigal Dinner

Queen Ana

Although his eyes already told me the inevitable.. (as did mine tell him..) I was startled as he steered me into the shadows.. my heart was racing. His lips touch mine. I cannot breath.

A feeling, an immense heat.. grows in the centre of my body, and in a split second grows until it is bigger than me..
“Oh Thor” I whisper, I moan even..
Torn between my emotions I cannot decide whether to push him away or to pull him close. I am panting, my desire is so big that it hurts. My fingers feel his face as my lips are snapping for his.. ‘oh god.. “ I groan.
I feel like crying over the overwhelming sensation of passion and fear.

My finger rests on his lip, feeling the erotic structure of the flesh.. I swallow, out of breath looking him deep in the eyes.. I need not to express in words how much I want him, my eyes say it all..
 
King Maximilian

I smiled reasuringly at the lovely young lady. "You already have been. very soon m'lady you will be at the center of a whirlwind of suitors who will be pursuing you for your beauty,your grace,your mind and sadly your dowry. It is I who am honored to be one of the first to escort you." I bow slightly and beging to dance with the lovely young lady , I drink in her beauty and grace and smile at her with kindness and joy.
 
Thor (the King's advisor)

My tongue - gently at first - then insistently - plays over her lips. As she groans, I slip it into the hot furnace of her mouth. The passion climbs higher; heat, like a furnace from hell consumes our bodies. With an incredible effort of will, I break the kiss. "My Queen - Ana - I am your slave. I am in your thrall. Milady, we must be careful. Your husband, my liege, will not wear the horns gracefully."

As I spoke, my left hand cupped Ana's full breast. As my fingers played, my eyes captured hers. "Ana, Ana, I must be with you. You are worth any risk....."
 
Queen Ana

“Milady, we must be careful. Your husband, my liege, will not wear the horns gracefully"
I nod, my eyes big and worried. Thor is quite right. Not that Maximilian would hurt me, he loved me too much for that. But I could not bare to see him heartbroken. And heartbroken he would be.

I peer beyond the shadow.. where is he? My eye catching him with Lady Glorianna in his arms. That luscious look in his eyes. I know my husband. I am no fool.
Why should I be deprived of that same pleasure?

I look back at Thor, a renewed self-assuredness in my eyes. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins with the sheer thought of what I’m about to do.
I take his face between my hands “where?” I whisper..
 
Thor (the King's advisor)

"Milady....my blood fairly boils. In the small chamber off the corridor near your quarters in half an hour. Methinks the King will not be looking for you tonight............."

With one last caress, I turned and slipped silently out of the alcove....
 
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Queen Ana

I watch as he gets up in the crowd. I wait, lay my head against the brick wall.. I need to regain my posture.. wait for my respiration to return to normal and for the blood to leave my head.
Very well then.. half an hour I think to myself as I touch my lips, savouring the kiss we had shared..

After having regained my posture I return to my seat. Confident that no one noticed my pounding heart..
I reach for my wine.. Act normal Ana.. act normal.. taking a deep breath, my eyes wonder around the room.
I smile at those whose eyes I meet..
 
Llwyd

I led the lovely Lady Katherine by the hand to the dance floor, bowing deeply. She smiled politely and I returned her smile. "It's good to see you laugh again, m'lady. You've seemed so tragic lately, it is the talk of the Court." I kissed her hand deeply and letting my lips move slowly up her arm. Her hazel eyes were clear and proud in her oval face, and I felt my temperature rising again.

Then the music began, and we began to dance. "Shall we, my sweet?" I led in the slow, formal waltz of the court, one hand aloft, the other wrapped firmly around her waist. As we danced I gradually pulled her closer until our legs were pressed together, and I could feel the firm swell of her breasts pressed against my chest. She smelled wonderful and I could feel myself stiffening against her leg. While the musicians paused between songs, I pushed a curl of her hair aside, gently tickling her neck, and whispered in her ear: "I know another dance hall, where the music is even sweeter."

I looked deep into her eyes, hoping she'd say yes.
 
Katherine:
Another dance hall? Sweeter? his finger lingering on my neck. Was i a fool? But his strong hand on my back, his arm around me. Those warm lips waiting for me to answer. I closed my eyes, briefly shaking my head. But my lips told another answer.
"Yes. Where? Private? I dance better without a crowd. But My sister, and the King watch me closely. Knowing..." my voice trailed off. I was acting a fool. But I longed for a lover, a male lover.The very thought of him touching me privately, even in dance, had my head spinning and my well. I could feel my privates getting moist, wet.
 
I bowed and danced with grace, glowing from the King's comments. I shouldn't let it go to my head, I had witnessed the way he looked at other women, the way he was looking at me when we danced. It was the same, I was just another one of them, but I wanted to be one of them. We waltzed together and I decided to take a chance, "I have heard great wonders lie in your library, Your Highness. Would you show them to me?"
 
Rando the Ridiculous

Hoho, the wine was finally doing its work! All around the room, faces were glowing with inebriated happiness. And it seemed the royals were getting into the act...

I began dancing around the hall, singing merrily.

"Wine is flowing - hearts are stopping
At the sound of buttons popping!

Lords and ladies are a-swapping
Partners for their nighttime bopping!

And so now, I do my hopping
To the sound of corsets dropping!"


Yes, that's it! Laugh! Now, where's the clapping? Okay!

Start getting naked, already!
 
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magenta

In smoke and people filled room I easily slip off into hall catching my breath wondering where shall I go? I meander down halls finding myself in the sleeping quarters.
 
King Maximilian

The dance is sweet in its complexity, but in the end life is the sweetest dance of all. I bask in the glory of a Lady on the cusp of transcendence. Her life is still full of wonder and awe. Her life still is not yet chosen and thus seems endless and magical. I sigh as I realize that soon her father will try to marry her off to some fat old baron, or some war mongering duke in the hopes of fortune, or in the name of prosperity. As I watch her glow and the light dance in those inteligent eyes I find it easy to belive that this glory will find a way to chose her own fate. I silently envy her. As the Dance goes on and the music changes she asks about the Library... I smile and tell her that what ever wonders she desires are hers for the asking , for even a king is humbled by the beauty of an angel.
 
Prince Llwyd

Her hands were half pushing mine away, half returning my playful touches. "I dance better without a crowd," she said, her voice trailing off, "But my sister and the King watch me closely. Knowing..."

Knowing what? I wondered, but I didn't want to spoil the moment with grief. I was a stranger to this land, and people's customs… they varied so. It was this kind of trouble that had forced me to flee my own land one step ahead of a wrathful king.

It was good that Katherine was a widow, in this lawless land, where every cuckold seems to have legal recourse to the sword. Good for me, anyway -- but for her? A widow still young and pretty -- and the King refusing to let her marry? Such cruelty. The king could only blame himself if she took a lover. It would hardly damage his reputation abroad, and surely Queen Ana would intervene on her sister's behalf. I felt quite safe. I would be much more careful if I were dancing with the queen…

My eye wandered curiously over to Ana, speaking in whispers with the advisor, and then I looked over at the king. But His Majesty was preoccupied, dancing with the student. I turned back to Katherine. "I don't think they're watching you now," I said. "And in most lands I've traveled, the court takes its cue from the king."

She was torn between listening to me and pushing me away, even I could see that, and for a moment I felt a twinge of guilt for tempting her immortal soul so casually (as for myself, I was already damned -- so an angry bishop had already assured me). But I wouldn't try to persuade her so if I didn't know she wanted to. I remembered the glance I had seen earlier this evening between Katherine and the dancer. Remembered what had happened under the table.

"Truly, his majesty married the wrong daughter of Dremlon," I said softly, running my hand along her shoulder, discreetly. "Let us go stand in the upper gallery, where we can still hear the minstrels, admire the view. There's a balcony there, we might…dance…more privately."

Her eyes met mine and I could see her wavering, but still torn. "I've lived among royalty all my life," I told her, "but you are the first one of our pampered kind who actually carries herself like a queen."
 
Katherine:
The heat, the wine, his presence. They were warring within me with my good sense and upbringing. But the final touch of my arm, the slow stroke, the lingering trail of fire broke my resolve. It was true. The King had his playmate, and the Queen. Well. If she chose to bed Thor it was her decision. I couldn't not stand and live her life for her. Knowing him, as I had heard, he would not lead her astray in public. Maybe a good bedding was what she needed. Rando was getting wild. Throuwing taunts and teases out to all and sundry. His eyes met mine and he winked. Winked at me. But I could only laugh. A quiet chuckle.
"Do the ladies all fall for you where you come from? Did you win their hearts only to leave them behind?" But a darkness passed over his face. I laid a hand on his cheek.
"Take me somewhere, the balcony. I long to dance closer. To better hear your words." but I pressed against him briefly, daring it as I spoke. Hoping he was not all talk. But then I remembered the servant wench. I needed to make sure she was okay, and what she had been doing.
"First though,I must attend a small matter. Would you be so kind as to find me something chilled to drink? These robes have me hot." Putting the emphasis on hot. Meeting his eyes. I pushed away and wandered the room, slowly working my way to the doorway through which she had exited.
There. What were they doing? I stood, silent. Till she caught my eye.
 
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Rando the Ridiculous

I glanced around at all the merriment and smiled. Good God, it had taken long enough! Everyone was into the spirit, dancing and laughing. I saw them pairing up or joining in small groups, a few of them slipping away casually.

I tossed aside the balls I had been juggling and took a seat in an empty corner. Grabbing a wineglass, I poured myself a drink and sat back. My throat was dry, and I knew that my work was far from done. Soon enough, I would be back on my feet entertaining this lot.

Until then, I had a few precious moments to recuperate. And plan for further foolishness...
 
Sir Alexi:

Alexi would not let his grip falter as Elspeth pushed at him. The slightest hint of a smile crossed his lips as she spat. "...Who was this potion intended for girl?" He asked in a low voice.
 
"The potion was never given, so it's intended needs be no business of yours," I hissed and try to claw at him.
His eyes narrowed and the grip tightened impossibly.
"The potion is from Venus' own recipe- once imbibed it causes to to see clearly your soul mate and true love. It can only be taken once and the effects are permanent. If you can not attain your true love then you will waste away. The person who requested this paid dearly for it, My Mistress paid me well but gave no details, I have no idea who ordered this, or why..." tears sprang into my eyes as he looked at me.
"Take it, I missed it's potency, tis nothing more than water and faded dreams now."
We both looked at the once vibrant chartruese liquid that now looked like well water with a few scummy flakes.
My breath caught as you pulled me closer, I looked down to stop my thoughts and try to still my pounding heart.
 
Queen Ana

As I sipped my wine my eye caught my sister.. wandering through the hall.. avoiding the people dancing, drinking, laughing. The expression on her face was so in contrast with all the others’ around her. She was looking for something.
I wanted to run to her.. cry out to her Katherine help me, I’m about to commit a terrible sin. Katherine, passion has taken over my body and soul.. please, stop me. Stop this foolishness inside of me. Stop me from risking my honour

But.. I didn’t.

When we were younger, we were be able to dream.. able to talk about all the exciting things life would have in store for us. Giggle over the thoughts about men.. we were so ignorant then.
Now we were supposed to be women.. no longer protected by our glass bubble of innocence, but although I was married, I was only now on the verge of becoming a woman.
For it is not the physical experience that is new to me.. it is the discovery of my own passion that is the frightening beginning of my woman hood, the real end to my innocence.

And right now I would love nothing more than for Katherine to cradle me like she had done so many times after our parents died.. hush me, tell me that it was alright..

But my lips were sealed.. I simply stared motionless at her as she left the hall.. waiting to find the strength that would bring me to feet and leave this hall to my rendezvous..
 
Katherine:
I saw her, safe, or semi safe. She was quite capable of taking care of the position she found herself in. I wandered back into the room, passing my sister. Pausing I turned, looking her in the eye. Was she aware of what I was contemplating? We had always been so close, so knowing of what each other was thinking. Then I saw where her eyes wandered, and knew. In the instant she turned back to me I saw her decision, her plea, her desire for me to stop her. Standing before her I smiled weakly.
"It is an inherited trait sweet sister mine. Our needs must be filled. Dance tonight and worry about the future tomorrow, though it is safe in his care." Turning away I swayed my way across the room, stopping to bandy a few words with Rando. The sly devil. he saw all and knew all, and kept quiet.
Magenta had long since disappeared, probably already warm in someone's bed. Without thinking I let my hand trail along the back of his chair. Closing my eyes. A dance, that was all. Just a dance. But I knew that the words whispered to my sister were even truer of me. The passion burned in me. my heart skipped a beat when I realized he was already gone. Then I too made my exit. Slipping quietly from the room and making my way up the stairs to him. Suddenly shy as I stepped onto the balcony. Able to see all beneath me, but unseen by them.
 
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Sir Alexi:

Lidding his eyes to mere slits, Alexi calmly plucked the potion from between Elspeth's breasts. His thumb worked the cork free as he kept a vice like grip upon Elspeth's arm with his free hand. "If you say it is not poison, nor a potion of any potency any longer... Then embibe it girl." He offered it to her lips. He had held a steely command to his voice until he had seen a tear roll down Elspeth's cheek. "Else... Else I will have to take you to the king himself that he may deal with you as he see's fit." His tone was one indicating that even he did not enjoy that idea.
 
Llwyd

She had agreed, and vanished into the shadows on the far end of the hall, scent of perfume and promise in her wake. I concealed a wolfish grin by burying my face in my goblet, draining it to the dregs. She had agreed, and it would be an egregious understatement to say only that I was pleased.

Balancing the goblet on the point of my finger, where it wobbled unsteadily, I walked across the hall. The vintner cried out when he saw me, shouting that I would break his cup, but I returned it to him without harm. "Don't worry, master vintner. I demonstrate my sobriety to potential enemies, not to insult the potency of your brew."

I turned, but the hall was empty, too late for witty remarks. It was dark now that the madrigal was winding down. The servants were cutting the torches down to the bare minimum needed to see, and the music seemed to have ceased. Even the dancer Magenta had left. Her dancing had set all our hearts afire, and now her leaving had cooled the room considerably.

I took two more goblets from the vintner, and turned to the Fool, who stood idly by. "What lines will you compose about this night, Master Rando? Something about a Viking who kidnaps a queen?" We share a few strained laughs, for what many of us suspected would happen with those two eventually could be considered treason. After a moment I politely take my leave of Rando. He saw the two glasses in my hand and knew, he was no fool.

The balcony was empty I made sure, and then waited. I didn't have long to wait. She's there again. But her demeanor shy now, so I handed the goblet to her gently. "It's quiet here, and we can just talk if you like. The way the king forbids you to marry you, it must be hard for you." I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my chin on her shoulder, whispering now in her ear. "But I would rather do more than talk." One hand roaming down the front of her brocaded gown, feeling the shape of her leg beneath the soft silk -- then my fingers find the hem, begin to lift it stealthily. "I would rather make love with you." I nibbled her ear gently. "Tonight." The tongue in. "Now."
 
Thor (the King's advisor)

I made my way silently down the hall. The torches guttered in their nests. The small chamber near the Queen's quarters was just ahead. As I walked I nodded to the occasional guards in the corridor. Through special favors and bribes, most of them owed their allegiance to me. It was heady stuff.

My eyes caught the crest of the King in the dim torchlight. I mused that, since I was not noble born, I would need a crest when I assumed my rightful place in the sun. Perhaps a griffon...on an argent field...

I opened the door to the small chamber and slipped inside. The chamber was lushly furnished...a small sofa, two soft chairs, a decanter of wine and two goblets on the sideboard. A small fire was crackling in the fireplace.

I wondered if Ana would come...
 
Fearing the King more than any remaining powers in the potion I drained the foul draught. As it slid down my throat i noticed my sense of smell was heightened-the heat emanating from this man had a faint woodsy smell-my own heat smelled of herbs.
I grew almost dizzy from the warmth between us, my head fogged and I clung to him. My loins warmed, but my panic grew, and once again I struggled to get away.
 
Sir Alexi:

For a moment, Alexi was sure Elspeth spoke the truth as she drained the entire vile into herself. It seemed as though she was confident it would cause her no harm, for what fool would drink something they know to be poison? Then she fell into his arms, seeming mildly faint as her warm, round breasts pressed against his chest. He fell to confusion. Was she dying of a hated poison? Even if it had been intended for his king, which he was not so sure of any longer, he could not bare having been the cause of her death. He found himself holding her tightly in an embrace. Were these the effects of her love draught? He suddenly wondered as she began to struggle in his arms. Or was she just feigning in the hopes of finding some sort of escape? He finally pushed her to arms length, his gloved hands still shackling her arms. His eyes met with her's and he searched them, trying to read what she was about. A wild lock of chestnut hair fell to mar the deeply intence blue of his eyes as he did so.
 
OOC: The above is me. Darn me for trying to post at 2 am! Heheh!

Sorry if that caused any confusion.
 
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