[Novel] - A Memory within a Dream
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nathanialroyaleTitle: A Memory within a Dream
Rating: (PG-13)
Content Notes/Warnings: Late evening, Riq'ua waits for his lover to come see him worried. Written in First p.o.v. This will be in the novel please do not steal thing!
No Warnings.
Information:
Riq’ua Riviria - The eldest High elf alive in the Kingdom, rumoured to be over five thousand years old. An Elven Blade Dancer, an elite warrior who is trained primarily in defence. Highest Lord of the Elven Council, Lord of the Manor of the Riviria’s, the oldest Elven house. Loyal to the Royal Quele family foremost though he will argue for his own people’s best interest. Known for his collected and calm mannerisms and quiet dignity.
Drefan Robert Royale - 21, Prince of the Royale royal family, and is known as a necromancer. Prefers to be alone, does not like physical contact. Sarcastic and silent. He is also known for hiding secrets, his two year old brother Thom is heir to the Royale throne not he. Currently the reasons are not publicly known.
Current Politics - The Quele and Royale royal Families have allied with the arranged marriage of their sons Thom and Nathanial. Though this alliance is still fresh after thousands of years of war.
Main Character/s: Riq'ua Riviria, Drefan Robert Royale
Plot: Late evening, Riq'ua waits for his lover to come see him worried.
Location: illander Castle, Capitol of Camar'a.
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A dream? No, a memory within a dream.
--
Wondering, I wonder many things where Drefan is concerned. Three months we have been together, a courtship, a relationship as humans refer. Yet in that entire time, nothing has been shown or spoken aloud. Secret. I did not mind, no not at first, but I begin to wonder, why does he wish to hide me? I am no unseasoned Elfling, no longer a child, or even an adult by most of my own people’s eyes. I am ancient, far older then this country formed. I will not be haunted by scandal, I know well enough of heart break and betrayal. I am willing to take the political blow this would hand me, by being with a Prince of the Royale bloodline, but I am no man’s mistress. I will have answers.
It is late once again, Drefan only comes to my chambers after all the servants are abed. I sit on the window seat, leg drawn up to my chest. My eyes watching absently the fountain below, the cherub sprouting water from the tip of it’s arrow against it’s miniature bow. The knock on the door came softly.
You are always so silent. What would happen Drefan? What would happen if someone saw you come to my chambers this late at night? Would you find it shameful? Is that it? Are you ashamed of loving another man, have the humans you live amongst made you forget the old beliefs regarding love? Or…am I presuming too much when I say you love me?
“Come in.”
Drefan you are nervous. The clothes worn tonight are baggier, not showing the muscle development that I admired from afar. Sitting up straighter, the smile I wear is an easy one. I may have my doubts, but I know I love you. And I will regardless, perhaps I am a foolish elfling after all?
“My Prince?”
The title I have given him is one I know I should not, I am loyal to the Quele’s foremost. But the two families are allied, united now. And he is a Prince regardless, my superior in station. I watch him draw closer, the door shutting behind himself, hand deep inside the long coat he wears tonight, and it appears to be shaking. Unfurling from my curled position, my head cocks as I regard him.
What have you been doing Drefan? You appear lost, nervous, an image hard to associate yourself with, for you are usually so strong and confident.
The white rose he pulls from his coat is a surprise, with its appearance I temporarily forget about the high done up collar he wears and his ashen skin.
But yet your masculine fingers are shaking, beloved, what is wrong?
Eyes shift up from fingers to his dark blues, “Are you-,” he shakes his head and takes up my hand, wrapping it about the de-thorned stem.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
The smile he attempts is a sad pathetic excuse for one, but that he tries for me, that is what matters. Yet that makes me wonder more.
When did you lose the ability to smile? And how? What event or chain there of turned you into the man standing before me? So young, yet so very bitter.
“If there was a silver rose in the world it would have suited you better.”
The shrug he gives tries to downplay the words, but my smile deepens. How he spoke now, in my presence, is the side of him I love. The side no one else has ever seen, or will know.
Drefan you try so hard.
My fingers ran through my un-braided, waist length hair.
“To match my hair?”
Drefan nods as I laugh, “It is beautiful, really. Thank you Drefan for the gift.”
His cheeks I cup in my hands, kissing lips lightly, a feather brush.
My worries and doubts are gone, not forever, they will return on the morrow. Once you leave, but I will cherish this. Give me this moment, if only this moment, to have forever.
Turning away I place the rose in the clear vase upon my dresser.
You're still nervous? I believed we could be comfortable around each other. Was I presuming too much again, my Prince? A great part of me wishes you would confide in me, but yet I worry what it is I shall hear. What secrets do you so vigorously hide? And in your apparent nervousness you can not even look me in the eye this evening, you step around me. How unlike you, how faint-of-heart.
The window I was looking through catches your attention, and you walk past me, taking up the position I had earlier.
“We began courting three months ago. In that time you have never pressured me, never asked me of anything. I appreciate that, more then I believe I can say. I still think though…you deserve better than I.”
What? My veins run cold. Were you leaving me Drefan? My hands tighten on the edge of the dresser.
Where had we-, “I don’t want to leave you,” Drefan begins again and by sheer will I calm myself enough to listen.
“Even if this ends up being nothing more than friendship, goes no where beyond where it has. Sharing closeness with you like this is more then I have had before.”
Drefan stops but I can see his jaw move, he’s not done, but his words won’t come?
What are you trying to say? And have you never felt such closeness before? Surely you mean as a mate, and not anything at all. Your family loves you, you must know this!
“I want you to-,” his lips are frowning now, your courage seems to be waning, and it seems yet again the words just will not come.
“Have this,” Drefan quickly turns to me, a small black velvet box pulled from inside his long coat, the action done in haste as if not to give himself time to second guess himself.
You still are unable to meet my gaze, I hoped that I understood you as so few seem to. Yet here I am confused once again by your actions.
“Drefan?” I ask, my hands cradling the box between them, looking from it to him.
Drefan’s long fingers open the box and he steps back, words are whispered off his lips, “Keep it safe Riq’ua.”
The black diamond was nestled among soft velvet of the same color. I know he is a necromancer, the Royale family was prestigious in the arts. It’s first ancestor was the very God of Death and Chaos, Nanqa. Black diamonds were rare and only used these days in necromantic rituals. And though I may not agree with Necromancer’s tempering with the dead; you were you, regardless.
Drefan picked up the diamond as I remained silent yet unable to speak, and I watched it be rolled in his palms. Black power, an aura caresses his skin, yet it was natural I knew. But what catches my attention immediately after is the scar, it is new. Your palm now has a terrible scar upon it, as if a stake had been inserted into your hand, and there! The other as well, matching. How by the gods, torture?!
But you draw my attention back to the diamond as you move it within my line of sight and once again my throat constricts. Is that? No...
There is a small gray spark within the black diamond, housed and dancing. A Thi’ies. My breath hitched and my hands cradle Drefan’s, cradling the diamond, so very precious.
“This is…”
“My soul.”
You…No.
“It is too weak to remain within this body. Hopefully with this phylactery it will be harder for me to die. I do not want…to leave you.”
“Drefan you are…are-,” a solemn nod from him is my only reply.
“I am sorry for burdening you. I just need to know I am safe.”
“No! No, it is not a burden! I am honored you trust me enough to give me this task. To care for you in such a way. But Drefan? Why?”
His lips twist, a bitter smile, the likes I have only seen in court. The sarcastic bitter mask that he always dawns before the councilors and the nobles. And he will not answer me.
“Thank you, I knew I could depend on you. I am trying to trust.”
Disregarding my question.
Why did you do this? You are damned now! A liche, immortal but damned for eternity when you do eventually die. Why?!
It seems he has seen my thoughts within my eyes for he catches me in a deep kiss, but all I register is the taste of his blood upon my lips.
What is happening? Damn you! Tell me! I do not wish to wonder anymore. Drefan you're scaring me!
My hands dig into his shoulder length blond hair, as this, this makes sense to me. The feeling of his body against mine, past the bitter tang of his blood upon my tongue, this is the only thing that shall keep me sane.
I do not understand, how am I to keep you safe if you won't tell me what is happening?
Pulling back from the deep kiss, “I promise.”
He blinks a moment at me, “I promise to keep you safe. What may come Drefan, your soul shall stay upon me always. I will harbour you and you shall never come to harm.”
Drefan swallows thickly and for a moment dark blue eyes soften, and he is the man I love again. If only for a moment.
“I shall owe you everything,” he whispers hurriedly against my lips and his hands dig painfully into my own silver hair, lips devouring my own. I do not want him to stop, this is my world, him here. I still do not know if he loves me, but the trust he has placed within my hands, his very own life! It is enough, enough for now.
I love you Drefan.
Rating: (PG-13)
Content Notes/Warnings: Late evening, Riq'ua waits for his lover to come see him worried. Written in First p.o.v. This will be in the novel please do not steal thing!
No Warnings.
Information:
Riq’ua Riviria - The eldest High elf alive in the Kingdom, rumoured to be over five thousand years old. An Elven Blade Dancer, an elite warrior who is trained primarily in defence. Highest Lord of the Elven Council, Lord of the Manor of the Riviria’s, the oldest Elven house. Loyal to the Royal Quele family foremost though he will argue for his own people’s best interest. Known for his collected and calm mannerisms and quiet dignity.
Drefan Robert Royale - 21, Prince of the Royale royal family, and is known as a necromancer. Prefers to be alone, does not like physical contact. Sarcastic and silent. He is also known for hiding secrets, his two year old brother Thom is heir to the Royale throne not he. Currently the reasons are not publicly known.
Current Politics - The Quele and Royale royal Families have allied with the arranged marriage of their sons Thom and Nathanial. Though this alliance is still fresh after thousands of years of war.
Main Character/s: Riq'ua Riviria, Drefan Robert Royale
Plot: Late evening, Riq'ua waits for his lover to come see him worried.
Location: illander Castle, Capitol of Camar'a.
--
Riq’ua
A dream? No, a memory within a dream.
--
Wondering, I wonder many things where Drefan is concerned. Three months we have been together, a courtship, a relationship as humans refer. Yet in that entire time, nothing has been shown or spoken aloud. Secret. I did not mind, no not at first, but I begin to wonder, why does he wish to hide me? I am no unseasoned Elfling, no longer a child, or even an adult by most of my own people’s eyes. I am ancient, far older then this country formed. I will not be haunted by scandal, I know well enough of heart break and betrayal. I am willing to take the political blow this would hand me, by being with a Prince of the Royale bloodline, but I am no man’s mistress. I will have answers.
It is late once again, Drefan only comes to my chambers after all the servants are abed. I sit on the window seat, leg drawn up to my chest. My eyes watching absently the fountain below, the cherub sprouting water from the tip of it’s arrow against it’s miniature bow. The knock on the door came softly.
You are always so silent. What would happen Drefan? What would happen if someone saw you come to my chambers this late at night? Would you find it shameful? Is that it? Are you ashamed of loving another man, have the humans you live amongst made you forget the old beliefs regarding love? Or…am I presuming too much when I say you love me?
“Come in.”
Drefan you are nervous. The clothes worn tonight are baggier, not showing the muscle development that I admired from afar. Sitting up straighter, the smile I wear is an easy one. I may have my doubts, but I know I love you. And I will regardless, perhaps I am a foolish elfling after all?
“My Prince?”
The title I have given him is one I know I should not, I am loyal to the Quele’s foremost. But the two families are allied, united now. And he is a Prince regardless, my superior in station. I watch him draw closer, the door shutting behind himself, hand deep inside the long coat he wears tonight, and it appears to be shaking. Unfurling from my curled position, my head cocks as I regard him.
What have you been doing Drefan? You appear lost, nervous, an image hard to associate yourself with, for you are usually so strong and confident.
The white rose he pulls from his coat is a surprise, with its appearance I temporarily forget about the high done up collar he wears and his ashen skin.
But yet your masculine fingers are shaking, beloved, what is wrong?
Eyes shift up from fingers to his dark blues, “Are you-,” he shakes his head and takes up my hand, wrapping it about the de-thorned stem.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
The smile he attempts is a sad pathetic excuse for one, but that he tries for me, that is what matters. Yet that makes me wonder more.
When did you lose the ability to smile? And how? What event or chain there of turned you into the man standing before me? So young, yet so very bitter.
“If there was a silver rose in the world it would have suited you better.”
The shrug he gives tries to downplay the words, but my smile deepens. How he spoke now, in my presence, is the side of him I love. The side no one else has ever seen, or will know.
Drefan you try so hard.
My fingers ran through my un-braided, waist length hair.
“To match my hair?”
Drefan nods as I laugh, “It is beautiful, really. Thank you Drefan for the gift.”
His cheeks I cup in my hands, kissing lips lightly, a feather brush.
My worries and doubts are gone, not forever, they will return on the morrow. Once you leave, but I will cherish this. Give me this moment, if only this moment, to have forever.
Turning away I place the rose in the clear vase upon my dresser.
You're still nervous? I believed we could be comfortable around each other. Was I presuming too much again, my Prince? A great part of me wishes you would confide in me, but yet I worry what it is I shall hear. What secrets do you so vigorously hide? And in your apparent nervousness you can not even look me in the eye this evening, you step around me. How unlike you, how faint-of-heart.
The window I was looking through catches your attention, and you walk past me, taking up the position I had earlier.
“We began courting three months ago. In that time you have never pressured me, never asked me of anything. I appreciate that, more then I believe I can say. I still think though…you deserve better than I.”
What? My veins run cold. Were you leaving me Drefan? My hands tighten on the edge of the dresser.
Where had we-, “I don’t want to leave you,” Drefan begins again and by sheer will I calm myself enough to listen.
“Even if this ends up being nothing more than friendship, goes no where beyond where it has. Sharing closeness with you like this is more then I have had before.”
Drefan stops but I can see his jaw move, he’s not done, but his words won’t come?
What are you trying to say? And have you never felt such closeness before? Surely you mean as a mate, and not anything at all. Your family loves you, you must know this!
“I want you to-,” his lips are frowning now, your courage seems to be waning, and it seems yet again the words just will not come.
“Have this,” Drefan quickly turns to me, a small black velvet box pulled from inside his long coat, the action done in haste as if not to give himself time to second guess himself.
You still are unable to meet my gaze, I hoped that I understood you as so few seem to. Yet here I am confused once again by your actions.
“Drefan?” I ask, my hands cradling the box between them, looking from it to him.
Drefan’s long fingers open the box and he steps back, words are whispered off his lips, “Keep it safe Riq’ua.”
The black diamond was nestled among soft velvet of the same color. I know he is a necromancer, the Royale family was prestigious in the arts. It’s first ancestor was the very God of Death and Chaos, Nanqa. Black diamonds were rare and only used these days in necromantic rituals. And though I may not agree with Necromancer’s tempering with the dead; you were you, regardless.
Drefan picked up the diamond as I remained silent yet unable to speak, and I watched it be rolled in his palms. Black power, an aura caresses his skin, yet it was natural I knew. But what catches my attention immediately after is the scar, it is new. Your palm now has a terrible scar upon it, as if a stake had been inserted into your hand, and there! The other as well, matching. How by the gods, torture?!
But you draw my attention back to the diamond as you move it within my line of sight and once again my throat constricts. Is that? No...
There is a small gray spark within the black diamond, housed and dancing. A Thi’ies. My breath hitched and my hands cradle Drefan’s, cradling the diamond, so very precious.
“This is…”
“My soul.”
You…No.
“It is too weak to remain within this body. Hopefully with this phylactery it will be harder for me to die. I do not want…to leave you.”
“Drefan you are…are-,” a solemn nod from him is my only reply.
“I am sorry for burdening you. I just need to know I am safe.”
“No! No, it is not a burden! I am honored you trust me enough to give me this task. To care for you in such a way. But Drefan? Why?”
His lips twist, a bitter smile, the likes I have only seen in court. The sarcastic bitter mask that he always dawns before the councilors and the nobles. And he will not answer me.
“Thank you, I knew I could depend on you. I am trying to trust.”
Disregarding my question.
Why did you do this? You are damned now! A liche, immortal but damned for eternity when you do eventually die. Why?!
It seems he has seen my thoughts within my eyes for he catches me in a deep kiss, but all I register is the taste of his blood upon my lips.
What is happening? Damn you! Tell me! I do not wish to wonder anymore. Drefan you're scaring me!
My hands dig into his shoulder length blond hair, as this, this makes sense to me. The feeling of his body against mine, past the bitter tang of his blood upon my tongue, this is the only thing that shall keep me sane.
I do not understand, how am I to keep you safe if you won't tell me what is happening?
Pulling back from the deep kiss, “I promise.”
He blinks a moment at me, “I promise to keep you safe. What may come Drefan, your soul shall stay upon me always. I will harbour you and you shall never come to harm.”
Drefan swallows thickly and for a moment dark blue eyes soften, and he is the man I love again. If only for a moment.
“I shall owe you everything,” he whispers hurriedly against my lips and his hands dig painfully into my own silver hair, lips devouring my own. I do not want him to stop, this is my world, him here. I still do not know if he loves me, but the trust he has placed within my hands, his very own life! It is enough, enough for now.
I love you Drefan.
