Rebecca's Choice

[Dante45]

Eric

The gardens, like everything else about this place, were beautiful, even startling. As they stepped into the quiet little corner of the Castle's Keep she was assaulted by color! Every conceivable color, shade and hue. Some of the flowers stood higher than her head, with blossoms that would act as a blanket for the biggest of horses. The smells intoxicated her. Each smell permeating only its part of the garden. Even the grasses below their feet were exotic, more of a blue than green.

Doroarak watched her reaction to the garden. "Beautiful isn't My Lady." Though it was a statement she had to respond.

"Doroarak, my new friend, that does not begin to describe.. this, this place!" She smiled around her and then almost broke into tears at the beauty around her.

"He did this for you, you know that don't you My Lady?" He had let her step a few steps further into the garden alone.

"No. Doroarak, No!"

"Yes, My Lady. He has been preparing for your arrival for almost four years, since your eighteenth birthday. You will notice that no one in this land will not know who you are. We have seen your likeness before you see. We have seen his drawings of you, the portraits he had painted that hung on the walls within the castle, and the ones that hung on the doors of the Castle. Your people, My Lady have been waiting a long time for you."

Another mystery! She thought. "And not only the people of this land." Came a voice from within the garden. Doroarak stepped quickly forward, attempting to put himself in front of Rebecca, but the garden seemed to part and out stepped one of the most beautiful women Rebecca had ever seen. Doroarak fell to his knees and bowed to the ground. "Get up Doroarak, you know I hate that." The woman seemed to smile in her voice. She stepped closer to Rebecca and for the first time Rebecca could see her clearly. She was dressed in white, from head to toe, like the kings cloak, her cape seemed alive. Her skin was perfect, without blemish,her hair was pitch black, and her eyes so green she was, she had to be - - -

"Your sister in law. Yes, said the woman speaking to her. "Rebecca, it is so good to finally meet the only woman in the Universe my brother has ever loved." She stepped quickly to Rebecca before she could move and embraced her. Rebecca found herself embracing her in return just as warmly. The woman, no, her new sister-in-law kissed her lightly on the cheek then stepped back. "If you and Doroarak don't mind, may I walk with you through the garden? Eric let me see this place first not that long ago. I have been in love with it since that first day." She laughed, a tinkling sound, like a new water fall, a small one, splashing in a bubbling brook. She turned to Rebecca and in a conspiratorial voice said, "Do you know what he said… He said," she lowered her voice as deep as she could, "Dorlecce, if I had known you would like it, I would have created you one. Men!" She laughed again and took Rebecca's arm as they stepped further into the garden paradise around them.

"Forgive me sister," she continued. "I am Dorlecce (Door-Lease) Eric's sister. 'The Keeper Of Faith'." She gave this last as a title. "And I am so happy to finally meet you." Rebecca was still stunned. Doroarak, I am so glad Eric has you watching my new sister."

Doroarak bowed low and answered, "It is my duty and my honor Mistress."

"Now, as we walk, how can I make your stay more comfortable sister? What can I do? Please remember, explanations must come from Eric, about himself, anything else I will do must best to answer or provide."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

As the walked the glory of the garden that had been created just for her, Rebecca wondered at the woman waking beside her. Outwardly she seem pleasant and warm, but her own intuition warned her there was more to the woman then meets the eye. There was a sense of jealousy, almost making Rebecca feel like an intruder in this place. Still, here was an opportunity for some answers, and it was answers she was in need of.

“How is it Eric has known of me for the past four years and yet I have never even heard of him?”

Dorlecce had not expected such direct questions. Perhaps she had expected Rebecca to be little more than brainless breeding stock. Rebecca could feel her own temper beginning to rise and she fought to maintain a calm composure.

“All I can tell you is that he dreamed of you long ago, and would have no other.”

Rebecca frowned, that was hardly a direct answer to her direct question. She looked to Dodoarak, his eye’s seemed to be warning her to caution, somewhat confirming her original feelings about her new sister in law. Thinking to change her approach, Rebecca decided to play the woman’s game and see if it brought her any more success. Reaching out to pick a rose, she stuck her finger on a thorn, dark blood running down her finger and dripping onto the petals of the white blossom.

Doroarak pulled a cloth from his pocket and quickly bound her finger, grabbing her in his strong arm as she faked a faint, carrying her from the garden towards her room. She opened one eye to look at him and he grinned wickedly at her, whispering,

“Well done my Lady. Well done.”

 

[Dante45]

Doroarak took her to her new chambers. As they entered Amy ran to her. "My Lady! What is wrong!" She demanded of Doroarak.

"She well, mis-Amy." He asured her smiling.

Rebecca sat up on the bed and smiled at them both. Then she turned to Doroarak. "She is strange, my sister-in-law."

"You will understand better when the Master explains."

"And when will he do that, Doroarak?" She asked.

He turned toward the door and just before he exited turned back to the two women. "I assume on your wedding night, My Lady." He smiled and left.

Tonight. My wedding night. These thoughts ran through Rebecca's mind for the rest of the day into late evening.

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A thunderstorm began to crash across the country as the sun settled for the night.

Amy had coaxed Rebecca into a bath to soothe her, but the approaching lighting had chased her from the warm waters. She was dressed in long flowing gown she had selected (without any 'outside' interferance) and Amy had done a remarkable job on her long hair. Why was she doing this? Getting ready for her wedding night, but with a man she hardly new and was not even sure she trustedd.

As she wrestled with these thoughts a knock on the door. Amy opened it and a young boy, about Terrans age stood there. He bowed lowly. "My Queen." He annoucned formally, "The Master has returned to the castle. I was instructed to let you know the moment his feet passed the outter gates." He turned and left.

Rebecca noticed the fear in Amy's eyes. "Oh, mistress, we don't know what kind of man this is!" She started to cry. "He seems so cruel and heartless."

The new Queen went to her and comforted her. "Not to worry, Amy. I am a grown woman and can take of myself." She said this with an air of authority, yet wasn't sure if she felt as secure as she spoke. "I want you to leave now. Find Terran, and the both of you wait in your chambers in case I need you."

Amy scrambled away quickly. Rebecca left the door to the room open. Now we will see who this man is, she thought. Within a few moments she saw a shadow on the floor and the King stood framed in the doorway.

"May I enter My Wife?" Came that voice.

"Tis your room." She said almost hautily, why had she done that she wondered even to herself.

"No Rebecca." She started when he said this. "I will not enter this room unless you allow me to." He stood still and silent. The pace of her heart quickened.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca considered for a moment. She could tell him to go away and he would go, but that would not bring any happiness into her life, or his. She walked closer to him, looking deep into his eyes, those bottomless pits of hidden emotion.

Walking out of the room and standing beside him in the hallway she gave him a soft smile.

“Milord, where I could from it is customary for a man to catty his new bride across the thresh hold. Would you uphold my peoples tradition Milord?”

His eyes sparkled a little when he smiled, making him all the more handsome, and all the more intriguing. Sweeping her up into his arms, holing her close to him, he stood waiting for her word.

“Eric, I would be honored if you would enter this room with me this night and all other nights from this moment on.”

Her heart beat faster with the closeness of him, the scent of him, the feel of him. With a single stride they were inside the room, an unseen hand closing the door behind them. He seemed in no hurry to set her down, carrying her to the bed they were to share, sitting down on the end, and holding her on his lap. He touched her cheek, looking at her with eyes that could no longer hide his feeling for her. They were so say, so lovely, and so full of love, it touched her heart like she never thought it could.

“Rebecca, do you want me?”

“Aye Milord, I want you.”

His lips met hers in a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, and yet it ended all too soon. He sighed heavily. There was much on him mind that weighed heavily on his heart.

“There is much I must tell you Milady. So very much.”

Her smile and her tenderness let him know that whatever it was, it would be all right. She closed her eyes and kissed him again. She had the strangest feeling that they had been like this before, but she new that was impossible, until a few days ago she had never met him, and yet he was no stranger, not to her heart.

 

[Dante45]

Eric

Lighting lit up the room, followed by a clap of thunder. He with her in his arms and stepped to a large window which opened as they approached. He stepped with her in his arms out onto the balcony. Rain was falling in torrents, yet not a drop touched them. Rebecca, afraid for just a moment, realized he felt no fear and calmed immediately. It was beautiful, the lighting flashing, the thunder bellowing.

"I must someday tell you who and what I am." He sounded far away, his worry suddenly written across his face. "But for now I can not. I need you to trust me, though I am far from a trustworthy specter. Suffice for now to know this, I have loved you since time began. If I could dream you would be the center of every dream. You complete me in a way that is beyond words." He turned and stepped back inside, the windows closing tightly behind them as he stepped back to their wedding bed. The fire in huge fireplace blazed brighter. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, holding her closely to him. He touched her lips with his, lightly running them to and fro across the softness of her lips and then her cheeks and chin.

"I burn for you. Your touch, your voice, to look into your eyes." He whispered to her. He stood her before him, still kissing her gently. As he touched her gown at the shoulders, the multitude of buttons, intricately interwoven in the pattern of the beautiful dress, began to part without his touch. It was as if he had a hundred hands to undress her with, yet she still felt his strong, real hands, upon her shoulders. The gown literally parted, and he released her, allowing the dress to slip from her body and to lie in a lacy heap at her feet. Her beautiful undergarments seemed to slowly disappear, and though she stood before him as naked as the day of her birth, he stood looking into her eyes. He stepped to her and wrapped his arms about her, drawing her face to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue touching her lips gently, questioning. She parted her lips and she felt him catch fire. He slowly began exploring her lips and her tongue and mouth with his tongue. It was then she noticed she felt his bare skin against hers. His clothing had disappeared.

He turned her gently, not breaking the kiss, lifted her once again and lay her upon the soft bed. His kiss, lingering, seeming to last forever. She heard him moan gently from deep within himself. He broke the kiss as gently as he had begun it, and began to kiss her face. He allowed his lips to roam down her neck, his tongue flicking from moment to moment to taste her. He traced each muscle in her neck, each rhythmic pulsing of her heart. His hands had become gentle, sliding along her cheeks as he kissed her face, and tracing her neck and shoulders as he kissed her neck.

His hands slowly, loving began to travel the length of her arms, even this touch seeming to devour her, as if he wanted to touch ever pore, every cell of her. His lips traced her down her neck to mounds of her breasts. Again, the light touch of his lips brushing, and his tongue flicking, tasting. He traced the curve of each breast from the center of her chest to the meeting of her arms. His hands, having traced her arms the full length, began to run up her taught stomach, slowly, until he cradled he breast in a hand. He began to trace along the areola of her right breast with his tongue, then gently kissed the hardened nipple... Again, the moan escaped him, coming from deep within him.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca



Rebecca’s body came to life under his tender attentions, her fingers running through his soft hair, caressing the back of his neck, exploring every rippling muscle along his back and shoulders. Feeling the tiny beads of sweat as they formed on his cool flesh, tracing lines with the tips of her fingers.

Every inch of her body that had been graced by the splendor of his touch, his kiss, burned with a fire that burned deep into her soul, awakening a need she never new existed until this very moment.

The soft moans that escaped her lips were like music to his ears, a harmonious melody he would never allow to leave his thoughts. An echo that would burn in the back of his heart and mind for eternity. His kisses and touches ventured lower; teasing and exploring very wonderful inch of her stomach and abdomen, adoring the place that would one day herald a child, his child. Worshiping the woman that she is, loving all that she would bring into his life.

Kissing lower, finding the silky down that concealed her sweetest treasures, he breathed deep the perfume of her femininity. Rubbing his cheek against her, nuzzling into her fur, petting her delight with pure adoration. Moving himself lower, his hands exploring her milky white thighs, he spread them just a little, kissing the soft flesh, reaching out with his tongue to taste her skin. She was delightful, delightful in every way. He hungered for her, the taste of her, and the feel of her.

As he moved ever lower, positioning himself between her legs, spreading them wide before his adoring eyes, he feasted on the vision of her womanhood. Never had he seen a more sensuous vision. He would taste this delectable offering that lay before him. Leaning toward her, his slid his hands beneath her perfect buttocks, and lifted her to his mouth.

Rebecca’s body wiggled and gyrated as her sparking desire was fanned into a raging inferno within her. The touch of his tongue as he reached out to take his first taste of her sweet nectar was likened to red-hot poker against her cool flesh. His tongue licked and caressed, exploring every crease, every fold, licking away every drop of honeyed dew from the soft pink petals of her perfect flower. Finding her center, he probed and explored it with his taste buds. She truly was the sweetest delicacy the gods ever created

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca’s breathing became more likened to panting as her arousal grew. Her thoughts swam on oceans of pleasure; never did she dream love could be so tender. As he set her buttocks back on the bed, he moved over her, kissing and nibbling his way back up her body until his mouth was reunited with hers once more. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling his face hard against hers, sucking her own sweet nectar from his tongue. She had always enjoyed her own taste, but blended with the taste of him, it was all the more addictive.

He moved the head of his hard and ready cock against the opening of her pussy, rubbing his swollen head back and forwards over her tender clit, making her as ready as she could possibly be. He hated that he should hurt her, for even a moment, but this had to be done, and now.

As the clock began to chime the hour of midnight, his thrust himself deep inside her, tearing aside her fragile barrier of innocence, his mouth covering her to capture her scream and swallow it deep into himself. He held him self there, deep inside her, waiting for the pain to pass, kissing and holding her, doing all he could to let her know he would never hurt her again. A tear formed in the corner of his eye that her had caused her even this moment of pain. Slowly he began to move his hips, lifting himself from her and easing himself into her again.

Tenderly, adoringly, he moved inside her, slowing increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. As pain turned to pleasure Rebecca’s body responded with the instincts of a female in heat. Lifting her hips, meet him thrust for thrust, her head tossing to and fro as her back arched, her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. His pounding increased, pushing into her harder and harder, groaning and heaving as he drove into her tender depths over and over again.

Her fingernails dug painfully into his flesh as her body became consumed with passion. He could feel the tight walls of her pussy throbbing and flexing around his engorged rod and increased his thrusts even more. She cried out, her body shuddering in wave after wave of heated orgasmic release, gasping and straining for breath.

He quickly pulled from her, burying his head between her quivering thighs, his tongue lapping and licking up every drop of her virgin juices. Her blood mixed thick and dark with the honey that her pleasure produced and he swallowed deep all she had to offer, his licking and probing taking the wave of her pleasure to it’s full hights. Slowly she calmed her panting reduced to slow easy breaths.

Eric wiped his face on the sheets, not wanting her to see her own blood, the sweet virgin blood he so longed to taste, and joined with her once more. She opened up to him easily, his throbbing member filling her, consuming her. He lifted her hands above her head, pinning her to the mattress and he began to take his own pleasures. Pleasures he was sure would please her as well. Time and time again he pounded into her wet depths until at last he could wait no more.

Throwing his head back with a roar, he thrust into her one final time, his pulsing manhood injecting spasm after spasm of seed into her womb, flooding her newly awakened femininity with his potency. Spent and gasping for breath, he collapsed onto her sweating body, her tender arms finding his in the sweetest embrace of his existence.

 

[Dante45]

The sounds of rain and distant thunder soon lulled them to sleep, Eric now lying with her nestled in his arms.

She dreamed. She was on Velvet riding across an open field filled with wildflowers. The wind was gently caressing her face and the sun shone down upon her. It was a relaxing, restful dream. Slowly she began the process of waking. At first it was just the lazy knowledge that one was coming up from a dream, then the gently opening of the eyes, the realization of where you really were. Eric was no longer in their bed beside her.

She stretched lazily and sat up. The room was filled with flowers! On every shelf, on every stand, on the floor and even flower petals had been strewn across the bed and her. She raised herself up on one arm and looked at the spectacle of flowers about her. Smiling, she climbed from the bed and stepped to the bath. What a beautiful day!

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After bathing and dressing, with Amy's help, whom she had awakened by moving about the Masters room, she opened the door and found, as she expected Doroarck stood there waiting.

"The Master has asked to have his morning meal with you My Queen. He waits for you to awaken before he calls for your meal in the grand hall."

"Then let us go Doroarck!" She said brightly. He seemed to smile more this morning, and he did seem relieved.

The stepped into the great hall and she almost ran to the large banquet table, to sit by her husbands side. But, there was someone else sitting at the head of the table. He stood. A Man as big as Eric, but dressed in white, a white cape fluttering about him. He had blonde hair and the most unusual blue-gray eyes. She began to look about her for Eric, her dark knight, the king, her husband. She turned to Doroarck and noticed his eyes turned down, she started to speak but was interupted by the man.

"Good morning My Wife." This man had called her his wife? Then she realized, from the voice. This was Eric! This was her husband, but only the voice was familiar.

"Eric?" She questioned.

"Yes, my love it is I. Please sit, let us eat, and at last, you shall have some explanations."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca was visibly shaken. How could he have changed so much since last night? What obscene trick of magic was this? She was hesitant to take the seat offered her, but her need for answers out weighted her fear of the unknown. She sat, placing her hands in her lap, looking at this complete stranger who was her husband, who shared her bed and her body.

A tray was set before her, the smell of fresh baked bread, honey and oats caught her senses. She was hungry, she hadn’t realized just how hungry until now. Not waiting for him, she tasted the oats, trickling a spoonful of honey over the steaming grains. She look at him expectantly, waiting for the explanations she been promised for the last three days, the feeling of wanting to flee building in her veins once more.

 

[Dante45]

Eric

"I have dreaded this time My Queen." He did not touch his food, he sat back in his large chair and closed his eyes. "What do you know of the pantheon of the gods that man has devised?"

"Only what I was schooled in." Her voice was small and almost a whisper. He could feel her tension, the coiled up fears and apprehensions of the past few days bound up as if a living spring ready to release all its energy in a single bolt of lighting reaction.

"What do you know of the Norsemen's gods, the North men I think your people call them, specifically of the one they called Loki?" He asked.

"I know some Husband."

Good, he thought to himself, I have not lost her to her fears. "As with all the gods created by men, the story of Loki is greatly enhanced, but some truth remains in the story. It could well have been worse. Of course there is no Loki, but again, some truth always seems to endure. You see the gods are merely people who, for what ever reason, find their services needed by the nature of things about us. More centuries ago than I care to remember I was chosen to play this part I play now. Like Loki, I am the provender of change."

"You claim to be a god?" She looked horrified.

"No. I claim only to be what I am. I was about the age you would guess for me now by my appearance, I was a Norseman, when I found myself not in my furs awakening from a nights sleep, but in some strange place, here in fact. I saw no one, but after a few moments I heard a voice. It was put to me simply, I was to play a part in the course of history and nature that was sorely needed. I was given very little choice and over the centuries have begun to learn my role in this family of incarnations. There are others who play their own parts in the course of things, I believe you met my sister."

"Yes."

"She is the keeper of Dreams. Not truly my sister, though our appearances are somewhat similar. Now to who I am. If you remember your lessons then you know that Loki was the Norse god of change, of mischieviousness, the antithesis of good at times. That is probably the best explanation for the role I play. I have had many names given me by the world. In these is where my fear for us lay. Though Loki most closely denotes my position in the pantheon, the name I fear for you to hear is Diablos et Satanous." He looked into eyes and saw them widen and then widen again as her Latin emerged in her mind, she believed him he could see in her face, for it was the truth and she recognized it as such.

In a much to high a voice for her she asked incredulously, "The Devil?"

"It is but a name after all." He said.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca looked at him for a moment, trying to let the news he had just given her sink in. She was the wife of the Devil? NO. This could not be. Such things were not possible. She rose from her chair and walked casually around the room, as if walking would make some kind of sense come to mind, but it didn’t help. She stopped in her track and turned to look at him again. This was all a little too much to take in at once.

“Why did you not tell me of this before? Why take me to wife, take me to bed, and not tell me till all is done?”

Her mind was filled with all of the stories preached to her as a child, the horrors, and the sins. And she was married to the very master of temptation. She was the wife of evil. Looking at the man who stood before her now, remembering the tenderness of her wedding bed, how could he be that which they say he is?

She circled the table and stood before him, looking deep into his eyes. Her heart pounded had in her chest.

“I will ask you this, and I will ask you this only once. Do you love me?”

 

[Dante45]

"Yes. I have loved you since before you were born." He smiled. "Don't believe everything you have been told in stories or have read in your school text. For instance, my apparent change. You see my embodiment or incarnation of lets, use the name Loki, is of change. I am the keeper of change and thus every change of the moon I go from Eric the black to Eric the white. When I first went through this I laughed for days, since I feel no different. And I love you no less."

He sat quitely for a moment. "I wed you for fear of what you would think of me, and my desire for you was too strong to resist, after all I am also called 'the tempter'. You have tempted even I, the..." He lauhged under breathe, "Father of temptation. So, will you stay with me Rebecca? Will you be my Wife?"

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca could see the truth in his eyes, and she had no reason to doubt that what he told her was anything but the truth. Touching his cheek, her eyes still locked with his, she didn’t realize till this moment that she loved him as well. Some place within her had always loved him, always known him, and always been with him. She came into his arms, kissing his with tender sweetness.

“Aye. I will stay, and I will be your wife. You are a part of me now as I am a part of you and without I would no longer feel whole. Yes Eric. My answer is yes.”

Eric seemed completely thrilled, picking her up and spinning her around, hold her close and smothering her pretty face with kisses.

“I love you Rebecca, for all eternity I have loved you.”

She laughed, his joyful disposition was somewhat contagious, even Dororak had a smile on his face.

“I love you too Eric.”

His face beamed with a brilliant smile, Eric the white was just as handsome when he smiled as Eric the black.

“Oh Rebecca, say it again. Say the words I have waited forever to hear you say.”

“I love you I love you I love you I love you.”

 

[Dante45]

Eric

He sat her feet upon the floor, then kissed her long and passionately. "Now I must go for a short time. Business, I'm afraid." He smiled into eyes. "I won't be gone long. Dororak," He turned, "Help the Queen with anything she desires today. Explanations, a further tour of her kingdom or the castle. Her word is mine." He kissed her again once, lightly on her lips, then simply vanished.

Dororak, stepped up behind Rebecca. "My Queen?"

"The garden I think, Dororak. I want to see the garden again for a moment." They started to the garden. "And can we have someone fetch Amy and Terran, I want them to see it and to tell them of the news, so that they know all is well."

They passed a soldier in the hall and Dororak sent him after Rebecca's friends and servants. The garden was only a short distance from the room she now shared with her husband, still a very novel thought for Rebecca. They entered and the garden seemed to be different somehow.

"It changes everyday My Lady." Dororak answered her unspoken thought. "Different flowers from all over the world. The Master has a 'spell' upon it. It will also fit your mood at times." He was smiling, happy for Rebecca, his new friend, and for his Master.

"Are you happy here Dororak?" Rebecca asked for the first time.

"Yes, and no, My Lady."

"How can it be both?"

"The Master is different from time to time. For now, during this time of 'Eric the White' I believe he called it, he will be happy, the sun will shine more than ever. While he is 'Eric the Black' the sky will gray, storms will gather. A times he is mischievious, and at times cruel. You will see My Queen, but know this, toward you he will always be kind."

"What a lovely speech Dororak." Came a voice from the garden. It was Dorlecce. "Ah, sister. Straight from the wedding bed. I see you look well this morning." She was openly sarcastic.

"Yes, in fact I am very well." Answered Rebecca.

"Good. Then you know who your new husband is. And evidently you have accepted it. I on the other hand, have not fully accepted that one of the greatest incarnations has taken a mortal wife, though you too shall now live forever. I hear your slaves approaching." She smiled. "The little soft one you so liked to play with and the boy. What secrets do you think you can keep from the Keeper of Dreams, or from Loki himself?"

Amy and Terran entered the garden. "How beautiful!" Amy exclaimed. Terran just stared open mouthed.

Rebecca then noticed that everyone seemed to have stopped, simply stopped. She waved her hand in front of Dororak face with no reaction.

"They are suspended for a moment in time." Dorlecce said. "Listen to me little sister." Her face became ominous and her tone almost murderous. "I will be watching you. Loki is important to Power That Is. His emotions and his will necessary to forward momentem of time. Do not trifle with him and do not enterfer." Then she was gone.

"How wonderful My Lady!" Said Terran.

Dororak turned to her. "She spoke to you alone did she?"

"Yes."

"Do not worry My Queen. The Master will see to her if she gives you any problems. None of the incarnations can harm you, you are under his protection. But, be cautious and cunning, they will try to use you to get to the Master."

So, thought Rebecca, even these people (she could not think of them as gods anymore, now that she knew them) had their intriques and secrets. Was that a threat about Amy?

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca’s feeling towards Eric’s sister were beginning to turn from annoyed too hostile. How dare that woman make threats against her, or her staff? It’s something she did not tolerate at home, and she would not tolerate it here either.

She thought of home for a moment. “I guess this is my home now,” she thought, but her mind was far away. Walking around the garden, she hardly even noticed the flower, or the pond filled with large golden fish. This place would have been so special to her had that woman not always been here to spoil it for her. Oh well. Perhaps in time things would be different.

Amy could read Rebecca’s mood and she could tell something was amiss.

“My lady, is there anything we can get for you?”

Rebecca frowned in thought for a moment, sighing heavily, her mood shifting from joy to forlorn.

“Have Velvet saddled, I would like to ride. There is a little boy I would like to visit.”

She left the garden, the one he had made just for her, it seemed somehow tainted now and she felt uncomfortable being there. Returning to her room, she changed into riding clothing and headed to the stables, Amy and Terran in tow. If she was to be queen of this land, then she would be the best Queen she could possibly be, and that meant knowing all that she was Queen of.

She stepped easily into the saddle, not accepting the hand offered her, and rode from the grounds, curious as to what the remainder of this day would reveal.

 

[Dante45]

She had informed the captain of her guard and Dororak that she wanted to return to the small village and before long she was walking Velvet into the tiny hamlet. Once again, as if he knew she were coming, the small boy emerged from the little house and ran to meet her.

She stepped slid off of Velvets back and scooped the little one again into her arms. The young mother had followed the child out into the clearing and immediately fell to her knees and bowed before her Queen, as did many other women who had come out hearing the horses of Rebecca's entorouge arriving.

Dororak, anticipating Rebecca's next thoughts, shouted "Arise, our Queen comes to visit friends." He smiled at Rebecca, who smiled in return and nuzzled the effectionate little boy she held in her arms who was hugging her like a long missed friend.

"My Queen." Said the young mother as she approached Rebecca. "I am so sorry, but it was as if he knew you were coming and ran to meet you. I am sorry he is such a bother."

"He is no bother." Rebecca smiled. "In fact he is the reason I'm out this morning. I wanted to visit my little friend in the forest."

"Would you honor us with your presence in our house. I'm afraid it is not worthy of you, but you are welcome as you always will be." They began to stroll back toward the young girls home.

"My Lady!" called Dororak. "Your gifts are here on the pack horse." Rebecca looked quizically back at him. "The ones you and the Master sent. He smiled at her as if to say, 'He always knows' and she smiled at Eric's thoughtfulness. The gifts were mostly food, enough Rebecca was sure, that this couple would be sharing with the whole community. Some soldiers were removing the packs and laying them just outside the little houses doorway.

"My Queen, you shouldn't..." The girl began.

"Not another word." Rebecca smiled at her. "Not let us visit like friends. They stepped in and the small house was rather pretty. Not a dirt floor as might be expected in a peasant home, but wood. A small fireplace burning with a pot on for the evening meal. The young woman let out a small startled 'yelp', then bowed to the ground. Rebecca turned back toward the door and noticed what had caught the girls attention. An old woman sat in a rustic chair, she seemed ageless.

"Get up girl." She said smiling "Bring the Queen and I some tea, so an old woman can get her business done and let you young women visit. The girl almost ran to the fire and placed a small pot of water over it. "So you are Loki's bride." Smiled the old woman at Rebecca. "I am Naomi, Nature you might say, my incarnation anyway." She stood and on woobly legs stepped to Rebecca and hugged her dearly. "Now I will only take a moment of your time for now dear. I just wanted to visit with you before we begin your training, then I'll be off."

 

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Rebecca

OOC: I am going to leave the next entry to you Dante, I am curious to what you had in mine here so I will wait for your lead. I like it very much so far.


Rebecca regarded Naomi for a moment, and it was more than obvious that she was confused.

“What are you talking about? Training? What training?”

The old woman chuckled softly, accepting the Tea brought by the younger woman. She sipped it carefully, her ancient eyes never moving from Rebecca.

“Sit my dear and we will talk, you have much to learn.”

Rebecca was begining to suspect that was very much the case.

 

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Naomi smiled at her. "You are as beautiful as Loki has described you, which is saying much," She laughed aloud, "when men are talking of beautifull women. He chose well. Now, the question in your mind. You know who Loki is, or Eric I believe he calls himself to you, the manifestation of Change, and you've met Dorlecce, mean one there from time to time, she is the manifestation of the dream world. My position, I quess one would call it, is the manifestation of Nature, in way I am the grounds keeper!" She enjoyed the joke to the utmost and laughed joyoulsly! It was catching and Rebecca found herself laughing with her.

After a few moments they stopped and the older woman continued. "I am old, was old when I took this office, and I'm very tired. It is time for me to step down and let a younger Nature begin the work. We never actually grow old, we incarnations, but we can get tired in the spirit. I should not have been chosed for this job, too old, too old."

"Youre not old at all Naomi!" Rebecca said "You seem younger by the moment as we talk."

"You are making me younger." She smiled at Rebecca, "Making me younger by your own energy flooding into me. I'm going to step down from this position, I've discussed it with Loki and Loki only, your husband. None of the other incarnations know this yet, but... after watching you for some time on earth, how you love that old horse of yours, and your love of the green things and flowers, and how you have accepted where you are so readily, I want you to take my place. The old earth will be glad to have a young Nature to run her for a change."

"But what happens to you if I do this?" Rebecca asked.

"I will live right here, in this very hamlet. Loki says he will have me a home built here, and I will be here for you if you need me. But enough of that for now! You enjoy your visit with this young woman." She smiled at them both. She stood and stepped to the little boy and touched him on the cheek. "Strong one there." She grinned. Then vanished.

Rebecca sat for a few moments, sipped her tea from time to time. Then realized that she was being very rude to the young mother whose house she sat in. She turned to her with a smile. "Now, what is your name?"

"I am Golinda, mistress."

"No. Rebecca please."

"NO! My Queen I cannot!"

"Yes, you will." Rebecca smiled at her. "I need some friends in this place Golinda, and I adore your little son, and I can tell you are a perfect angel."

The girl blushed. "Mistress, are you to become the spirit of Nature?"

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

As the day past in the pleasant company of Golinda and her family, Rebecca thought a lot about what Naomi had told her. The whole concept of becoming responsible for the balance of nature was a little daunting, but she knew everything had to have a balance.

Dark and light

Day and night

Love and hate

The hand of fate

Moon and sun

Earth and sky

Old and young

Live and die

It was a ditty that had been taught to her as a child and one that had always stuck in her mind.

The day was drawing to a close, she bid her new friends farewell, and headed for her home, her mind deep in thought, he body tingling with the thoughts off seeing her beloved husband, and the night that lay ahead.

 

[Dante45]

OCC: Sorry I am late, this weekend was terribly busy. Here's another challenge for you. I've already laid out two different consequences to how Rebecca reacts below. Let's see which it is! ;-)

LOKI

Loki was in a foul mood. The last portent of change he had Initiated was in Jeopardy of failing due to the interfernce of another incarnation, but he couldn't decide which one. With his mood could come change within himself, and hence since his mood was dark, the dark Master was being reborn earlier than usual.

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Dororak road up beside Rebecca as they were returning to the castle. A long, and quite eventfull, day had put a smile on the adventure loving Queen's face.

"My Queen." Dororak started speaking but was looking toward the castle which was still beyond site. "Do you see the clouds?"

Rebecca for the first time acknowledged Dororak at ther side and turned to look into the distance. Dark, brooding thunderheads were mounting with a fury. She had never seen a storm brew quite as fast as this one seemed to be brewing.

"It is the Master. Something has distrurbed him. Something has given rise to the Dark. If we hurry perhaps we can forestall an early change by your presence." Dororak spoke quickly and urged Rebecca forward.

"An early change? I thought it was governed by the moon?"

"The Master's mood can cause it to come early. But it must be a tremendous emotion to cause it. He is evidently very angry. Mistress, you haven't seen him like this yet. Please, allow for what must be." With that Dororak broke his horse into a run. Rebecca didn't hesitate, she urged Velvet onward with her knees, thinking what new things will she see next!

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Loki, for that was who he was fast becoming, stormed from his working rooms in the tower of the castle. Already the blonde hair of his 'positive' or 'light' persona was growing a red-brown, his clothing had become a light crimson, growing visibly darker as he moved down the stairwell. A young girl was washing the stone steps as he approached, she tried to move quickly, but evidently not quick enough. With a scream she was lifted by unseen hands and held aloft, only to follow behind the Master floating in the air, she stifled her scream immediately. In this mood he was capable of anything.

At the same moment that he stepped from the bottom step into the entry hall, the doors flew open and Dororak entered followed closely by Rebecca. Dororak, keeping himself in front of the Queen, moved directly to Loki, then fell down in front of him. Rebecca almost skidded to a halt behind Dororak, then noticed for the first time the girl, fear written across her face, in fact terror, floating behind him in the air. She took in the color of his hair, almost a full red now, and the clothing that seemed to be on the verge of a bloody crimson color.

Her first instinct was to demand an explanation, but Dororak fully prone body laying upon the stone floor, and the terrified girl, who was holding her own screams inside of herself with her hands over her mouth made her slow down and appraise the situation. Look into his eyes, she thought, what is in his soul.

She looked into his face fully for the first time since entering the castle. It was the same, but not the eyes. Now the green she remembered was back, the cats eyes, only the glow was entense! The green was emerald but so dark as to almost become black.

As she started to speak, Terran came running from one of the side corridors, followed by Amy, both calling to her, happy to see her returned to the castle. Without even turning away from her Loki must have reach out with his mind grapsing them both and jerking them into the air beside the scullery girl. Amy began to scream, but the girl, still holding her own mouth, covered Amy's quickly. Terran seemed to understand how important it was not to speak, to barely breath. The guards behind Rebecca had fallen to thier faces as quickly as Dororak had. It was now Rebecca alone standing facing Loki whose cloack had now begun to shimmer as with heat.

"Well wife.." He had almost forced these words from between clenched teeth. "How was your trip into the country..." His eyes were narrowing even as he spoke. A man servant stepped into the hall with a bucket, evidently on his way to clean somewhere within the castle. Immediately upon seeing the Master in this new persona he frooze and slowly started to his face on the stone floor.

Rebecca thought back to Dororak's admonition, maybe your presence would cause the change to stop. His love for her, was that the key to stopping this thing before her? But how was she to diffuse this, to change his foul temper and mood?

 

[Moonlight_33]

OOC: I just love how you make writing so easy. NOT lol

Actually it's great, makes me work a little harder.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca decided that the best course of action at this point was no action at all. Moving to her husband, she pressed her hands against his chest and lifted onto her toes to give him a kiss.

“My day perfectly delightful thank you, and how was your day my darling?” She was as bright and cheery as she could possibly be, ignoring the hovering servants like they were quite natural, and not out of place what so ever. She took one of his hands in hers, lifting her skirts with her other hand and stepping over the sprawled servants, led his towards the stairs. “I feel a desperate need for a hot bath, and some one to wash my back for me.’ Giving him a wicked smile and a wink, he scooped her into his arms and took the stairs two at a time. She squealed a little and giggled as he carried her to their chambers, hoping this moment of childish fun was enough to help him stop the changes going on within him.

 

[Dante45]

OCC: LOL.. How did you do it?! That was the only scenerio, acting as if all were well and flirting, that was acceptable to a 'good' movement in the flow of the story... lol.. your good!!!!

Before they made it to the top of the stairs, the red cloak had begun to lighten, his hair was changing before her eyes. She noticed behind her that the servant girl and her friends had been gently let down to the stone floor. They turned the corner in a almost a springing skip and Eric's voice, for she could see that Loki was retreating, that was her way of thinking of it anyway, was laughing in her ears!

The door to their room was kicked open and Eric droped her uncerimoniously onto the bed.

"So. You now know how to change even the Incarnation of Change." He smiled down at her. "I suppose it will be acceptable to have you changing things about around here at will... Still I was promised a back to scrub?"

She heard footsteps and looking around him she saw Doroarck, Amy and Terran come sliding into the room with worried expressions on their faces. She laughed to herself, and what would they have done if Loki had still been in his foul mood. They stood with their mouths open as they heard Loki say to his wife, "And now my darling, about that bath..."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Rebecca

Rebecca laughed.

“Oh yes, I did mention a bath didn’t I?’ Looking to her servants, she gave them a soft smile. “You three look like you could use a rest, Go play.” All three looked very relieved to see thing had calmed, and headed out of the room, leaving the king and queen to their private time.

Standing before Eric, Rebecca began unlacing her dress. When he reached to help her, she stopped him, making him stand back and watch as she teased him with one tiny piece of flesh after another. Slowly her shoulders were exposed, then her upper chest and she could see the sparkle in his eye. She lowered the gown slowly, past her breast, down over her bell, and leaving it to fall the remainder of the way to the floor. Next was the underclothing, which joined the gown on the floor one piece at a time.

As she stood naked before him, he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving her body, she motioned for him to come closer, and his own clothing vanished as he did so. Kissing softly, he swooped her up into his arms, caring her to the bath and dumping her in, laughing at the fun they were having.

 

[Dante45]

He slid into the water beside her, reaching for a flask of exotic oils that sat on the side of the tub. He began to gently rub the oils onto her skin along her stomache. He placed his hands beneath her lower back and lifted her, floating, onto the surface of the water as he allowed his hands, once again covered in oil, to caress her breasts.

She allowed her eyes to remain shut so she could luxuriate in the feeling of suspension in the warm waters of the spring. His hands playing a symphony on her body. Touching and withdrawing, smoothing the warm lotion onto her skin.

His lips touched hers like the wings of a butterfly, gentle, ever so lightly. They stayed there, the touch electrifying.

Her moved his hand with the lotion to her stomache again, and down one of her legs, going slowly, ever so slowly, you could tell by his touch that this was as exciting for him as it was for her.