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Author Topic: Trust In Me  (Read 754 times)

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Trust In Me
« on: Feb 23, 17, 05:46:56 PM »
Konstantin Timur had very little patience for his people. At times he thought he was born to the wrong subset of individuals in Kaeleer. He didn't very much like to drink. He didn't like to grow a long, scraggly beard. He didn't care to sing or act like a fool. He didn't whine like most of his people did. He didn't moan and bitch about Eyriens, though he didn't care for them either. Adapt and survive, or die; That was the way of the world.

He did like money. He did like respect. That was the benefit of Kalvar Elbremov's change in his world. The removal of the Eyriens was a relief to Konstantin, but not because he had felt spectacularly oppressed. No, he had made his pact with them that allowed for him to run a successful business that brought him money, respect, and admiration from the community. He'd had a pretty wife and a nice house because he had sold out his own brothers and their Black Widow Queen to the Eyriens. His stupid brothers had hoped for an Askavi Rihland free off Eyrien rule, and at the time Konstantin thought it better to be a secret collaborator than a dead rebel.

So his brothers and their Queen had died instead. And Konstantin had gotten everything he could have wanted.

Now the world had changed, but he wasn't ruined. His secret had been buried with the Eyriens when Ebon Rih fell on their fat heads. His wife had died, but he could get another wife. He kept the house that was given with her dowry, he kept his business, and now his business was allowed to trade with Little Terreille and Nharkava.

He wasn't happy about being summoned to the Court of Katrien Raske. He'd never met the woman who was now Queen of Markoth, but he'd heard she had been some Eyrien Queen's pet project before Kalvar Elbremov had turned her into ash. While the rest of his people seemed to be intent on singing praises to their Black Jeweled God, Konstantin cared about profit margins and staying out of sight. He's just another Eyrien, he told some of his friends in quiet talks. Just one that looks strange and wields a Black Jewel.

The damned Mutt wasn't even a Warlord Prince. What did he know of ruling? At least Kirian followed Blood Law, followed the proper way of things.

So he dressed properly for this new Rihlander Queen, who was little more than an upjumped gardener. He'd served in Eyrien Courts, seen the Court of Portland and its intricacies. What did Katrien Raske know of proper decorum and how to receive a Warlord Prince like himself?

Better to get this over with so he could get back to work, and show her little puppies how to be proper Blood Males.

"Tell Lady Raske that I'm here." He told some bearded fool that stood guard to the house she'd set as the seat of her Rule. His lip barely resisted its natural urge to curl as he looked around the grounds.

Pathetic.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #1 on: Feb 24, 17, 05:42:35 AM »
Constructing a suitable and capable Court for Markoth continued to provide Katrien Raske with endless challenges. The Queen had once ruled the Province in name only but at the cost of many lives she had taken control of the Province completely. The strong Queen who had led thirteen males to kill the Eyrien Prince, and his goons, who had controlled her Court and life seemed to have become lost in the overwhelming responsibilities of a true leader. She'd become threatened by her own weaknesses rather than focusing her energies on the things she did well.

There were few who could provide lessons in Province management, but with the help of her Steward she had begun to arrange for tutoring in a wide range of subject matter. It would be up to her to bring all the knowledge together to form a cohesive strategy in ruling Markoth, but Katrien found the determination necessary to focus her efforts in a constructive manner.

Knowledge and leadership potential were only two challenges that Katrien faced. She faced more pressing issues as she attempted to fill a Court. She'd barely filled her Triangle and First Circle. To help fill additional roles in the Court she was reaching out to noted members of the Rihlander community. While Katrien mourned Tonivar and his sacrifice she was particularly keen to ensure that her Court showcased the best that the Rihlanders had to offer, and therefore no surviving Eyriens would receive an invitation regardless of their skills offering.

It was her Steward who had suggested Konstantin Timur, a Rihlander business man. Even if he wasn't a fit for the Court Katrien knew that a good relationship with a powerful man would go a long way.

Word trickled through the house that the Warlord Prince had answerd the summons. Katrien's Steward was quick to vanish the ledgers that Katrien had been pouring over but he couldn't vanish the ink stains on her fingers, a reflection of the endless columns of sums that she'd been tallying to balance Markoth's finances. "Be quick and wash up." He told Katrien gently.

By the time her hands had dried there was only a small hint of the black ink, but the Queen had otherwise been put to rights. Her Steward had seen that a small tray of refreshments had been provided and that the office had otherwise been tidied in her absense.

Katrien sensed the Warlord Prince before she heard an echo of his footsteps in the hallway. With all of her will power she quashed her nerves and reminded herself that she was the Province Queen, and had been for many years, even if the circumstances had changed. She had ensured that the Prince who had overseen her Court had died and that the rule of Markoth had been bestowed rightfully upon her.

The heavy wood door opened with little effort, a touch of her Steward's Jewel, and Katrien was overwhelmed by the scent of a Warlord Prince. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Prince Timur." When Katrien finally lifted her eyes to those of the Warlord Prince she was in for a shock, and one she most certainly had not been prepared for - *Mine* - a soft voice whispered for the sixth time in the young Queen's life.

This was unexpected.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #2 on: Feb 26, 17, 01:15:08 PM »
Ugh.

This 'Province Seat' was little more than an upjumped log cabin. Konstantin's own home was about as nice as a house got in Rihland (which, having been to Little Terreille in the last few years, he could see some marked room for improvement). But this quaint little building reeked of sweat, timber, and entirely too much effort for Konstantin's taste.

So many beards were among the Rihlander men here, and he practically had to summon his Purple Dusk to combat the strong urge to call forth a razor and offer it to any one of these wooly lumberjacks that greeted him and filled out Raske's Court. Oh, it was perfectly in the Rihlander style to wear them, and Konstantin stood out with his sharp suit and his clean shaven face. But that was part of the reason he did it. He was a man apart from his people, and it was a conscious choice on his part.

He smelled of a rich, expensive cologne that smelled of sharp herbs and spices, and he had on just enough to be perfectly detected without being overpowering. He straightened his cuff as he entered the room and bowed his head as was expected before a Queen, even if she was a Pig-Fucking Queen like most of the Rihlander women were.

But then as he rose his eyes to meet hers and offer his greetings he was struck by the power of something he neither expected nor wanted. Mine.

The Bond pulled at him with this strange sort of ensorcelling power that told him that she was the one for him, his soul mate, his Lady, the one he should not just bend knee to to serve but also to raise high upon his shoulders to protect.

This... fucking mess of a woman, with her inkstained hands, her dress, her hair, and what... was that nude shade she wore? Did she even have makeup on?

Hell's Fire and May the Darkness Be Merciful, what have I done to deserve this?

"Lady Raske." Konstantin swallowed down his disgust that was being subsumed by the call, and he immediately followed the rules of Protocol to bow himself before her and submit to her. "I am Prince Konstantin Timur, and I can only say that I am thankful that we now have the opportunity to meet -- and to fulfill our destinies."

He took her hand and pressed his forehead to her knuckles, knowing deeply he'd need a bath after this damn meeting regardless, and he already was chafing at the feel of the bond.

Dark eyes lifted up to look into hers then, to meet her gaze once more. His, he knew it, deep inside his core as he looked at this disheveled, messy woman, and he knew that the Darkness had sent him to her if for no other reason than to teach her how to fucking dress.

"I swear on my life that I will Honor, Cherish, and Protect you."

But to Hell with the other two.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #3 on: Feb 26, 17, 02:07:32 PM »
Those men she had already been Bonded to by the Darkness were a different breed all together – entirely more Rihlander. This man before her was polished, dressed to impress, and clean shaven. The scent of his cologne threatened to overwhelm the psychic scent that she was only beginning to memorize.

The Darkness, bless it, worked in mysterious ways.

*This one is mine.* Katrien informed the Steward via a private thread. She saw the older man raise a questioning eyebrow to the pronouncement but he didn’t challenge the Queen. There remained many aspects of life as a Queen to which Katrien remained ignorant of, but the call of a Bonded male was one she had some experience with. It was what had allowed her to build a Court, after the previous Eyrien built one had been decimated.

The touch of his forehead to her knuckles was powerful and the Queen steadied herself on her feet. Destinies? Their future would be heavily intertwined thanks to this gift from the Darkness. The addition of this particular Prince to her Court would shake things up as well. The Court of Rihlander men were more salt of the earth types than this beautifully dressed business man.

Katrien eyed up his suit surreptitiously through her lowered eyes as he knelt before her. She estimated that the suit cost more than the entire wardrobe she housed, most of which had been chosen and paid for by the Eyriens who had controlled her life and Court. They might be dead but it seemed their legacy continued on through her wardrobe, home and life in Rihland.

“Prince Timur, it is an honor to meet you and invite you here today. As you said, I am thankful to have been given a chance to fulfil our destinies.” Katrien offered him a gentle smile with kindness in her eyes. The Darkness worked in mysterious ways, Tonivar’s bond with her came to mind. Who would have expected her to have been bound to an Eyrien? The very race who had held her prisoner and as a veritable slave for the majority of her life. This man, Konstantin, was as different to Katrien as night and day but they’d been bound together by a greater power.

“I swear that I will Honor and Cherish this beautiful gift the Darkness has bestowed upon us, Prince Timur. And I would invite you to call me Katrien, as those within my Court do.” With a motion of her free hand she gave him leave to rise from the floor at her feet. She hoped that the suit was not worse for wear for having knelt on the hard wood of her office floor.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #4 on: Feb 26, 17, 02:30:20 PM »
Thank the Darkness the bitch didn't have him spend all day on his knee infront of her. He was unaccustomed to kneeling. Had she not been his he would have merely afforded her a bow, but something deeper felt correct in a matter as this. He rose to his feet at her leave, and with a wisp of Rose power he straightened the lines of his suit. An unnecessary use of Craft to some other primitive Rihlander, but to him worth the effort.

Smiling brilliantly, because why not show her how white his teeth were and how to properly smile when met with the person bound to her soul, he looked about the room. "This is a happy occasion! Have you wine? Spirits? Ever since those damn Eyriens were removed, we can finally drink again, and I can think of no better reason." The Eyriens he had worked for and sold out his brothers and their Queen to elevate his own position in life. But nobody living knew that.

Nobody but Konstantin.

"Katrien." He said her name, testing it in his mouth and upon his tongue, and he nodded gently as he afforded her another smile. "Yes I rather like that. Please, by all means, call me Konstantin. Though that offer extends only to you, Katrien. I'm not in the habit of anyone else skipping Protocol." He extended a hand to take hers and lead her to what looked to be the hardest couch in all of Kaeleer. He could already feel his ass and the back of his legs protest at what he was about to subject them to. Letting her sit first, he sat at the edge of it, placing his knees together to be near hers as he pointed toward her with his entire body.

"I had a suspicion that our meeting would be far more than just a formal greeting. I've always been a proud member of Markoth's community -- what with my trading business doing very well since the change in rulership. But now, now I feel that I can offer so much more to.." these stupid, backdated, ass-scratching peasents "..our people than I did before. And especially for you.

Will you be offering me a position in your Court, Katrien?"
He asked gently, his thin eyebrows lifting, his smile warm and kind.

He already had an acceptance and how to phrase it worded in the back of his head.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #5 on: Feb 26, 17, 03:00:18 PM »
In the face of such a beautiful smile Katrien couldn’t help but echo it in her own, far quieter, manner. There was something about the Warlord Prince that was intoxicating and interesting. Katrien felt her face responding to his smile before her mind registered that she ought to return it; it was a natural reaction to the Warlord Prince.

“I’ve discovered a preference for wine.” Katrien answered Konstantin. A glance at her Steward had the manner ordering a bottle be brought to her office; soon the Court would know that the Queen would be celebrating. There had been hopes of many within that the meeting would go well, but certainly the call for wine had occurred far earlier than anyone might have otherwise anticipated. Spirits had been brought into her Court but not heavily consumed; those who had grown up with the Prohibition found the alcohol to be too potent and the flavours unpalatable. Wine, they’d discovered together, was something they appreciated but saved for special occasions. Beer, on the other hand, was often offered at dinner and in plenty supply for Court functions.

Konstantin would be a mouthful to say but Katrien would respect his wishes. Only a select few had ever referred to her as Kat, and I wouldn’t be a name she would invite him to use this early in their budding relationship.

Katrien took his hand as he led her to the couch she kept in her office. It was one of the first things that she had purchased after she and her men had completed their coup against the Eyrien Prince who had controlled her Court. At the time it had seemed like an extravagant amount of money since she’d never had true control over her own finances before. But it was well worth every mark paid.

Sticking to Protocol she didn’t tuck her feet beneath her as she sat on the couch, and instead planted them firmly on the floor and properly crossed her ankles. Mimicking Konstantin she angled her legs towards him so that they could face one another on the couch. Most of the men in her Court sat in the arm chair just next to the couch, but she was learning the idiosyncrasies of this particular male a little at a time.

“I think it had been obvious I asked you here to assess if you might be a good fit for the Court.” Katrien laughed softly. “The Darkness works in mysterious ways, but I am so pleased in this outcome. I would be very pleased if you would agree to serve in my First Circle, Konstantin.” True to her suspicions the name was a mouthful, but she didn’t trip over the syllables.

With beautiful timing her Steward presented two glasses of fine wine – or at least what Katrien considered fine. *Do you want me in the room for this meeting?* The Steward questioned and Katrien hesitated only a moment before she gently shook her head in the negative. He placed the bottle of wine within reaching distance of Konstantin and then quietly exited the office, leaving Katrien to negotiate the placement of the Warlord Prince in her Court.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #6 on: Feb 26, 17, 03:53:09 PM »
"Have you?" Konstantin responded to her affection for wine with a smile. "I will have to bring you some. Dhemlan has some of the finest wines in all of Kaeleer, and I've seen Hayllian wines sold in Port City that are told to have the most aristocratic of tastes." The Warlord Prince looked over her with hungry eyes. Oh, she was practically covered in pig shit as she was now. But beneath all of those terrible clothes, bad hair, terrible choices in makeup and lack of effervescent perfume, there was a beautiful foundation.

Any Queen of his would have to be the most lovely, best dressed, simply most alluring Queen in all of Rihland. Granted, given her competition it would not be difficult, but he was intent on making it a reality.

As the wine came, he sipped at it lightly and had to restrain the urge to blanch. It was perhaps one of the worst connefections he had ever tasted. Maybe this'll be harder than I thought, if she likes this trash. It tastes like a farmer pissed in a bottle and fermented it.

Well, he was up to the challenge. What other hope did he have? He was stuck with her now, for good or ill.

He subtly vanished some of the wine as he lifted it to his lips, making a soft sound as if to indicate he was drinking the wine when he was, in fact, dumping it out in small amounts as he 'drank'. He placed his cup between his hands and watched the Steward leave, turning his attention fully onto his (sigh) Queen.

"How could I not? I would be honored of course. To find a man's Queen and serve her is the highest of callings." He said with flowery perfect, charming to the last.

He wished he had decent wine, or perhaps something harder so as to drown out how utterly ridiculous this all was.

"I know so little about you, and you so little about me. Please, Katrien -- can I call you Kat?" Whether she accepted or not, he set the glass of wine aside and plowed through and placed his hands on Katrien's hands. "Kat, please tell me all about yourself. How did you come to rule Markoth? Do you have family? A Consort? Children?"

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #7 on: Apr 01, 17, 11:50:12 AM »
The mannerisms of the man who sat across from Katrien were entirely foreign to the Queen. She had been raised among the more barbaric, and less refined, Eyriens. Raised to have very few expectations for herself and no true desire to rule without an Eyrien overseeing her every move. Their barbarism still dominated much of Katrien’s life and Court. In contrast Konstantin was a completely different entity all together.

Dhemlan wine sounded unnecessarily extravagant but the thought of Hayllian wine shocked the Queen. She struggled to hide her surprise at his casual mention to such exotic luxuries. Were they common in his life? Or was he seeing this as a way to treat his new found Queen to something special? It was instantly clear that Konstantin remained a mystery to Katrien.

The wine was a welcome respite for her nerves as she faced the stranger before her. The Darkness had seen fit to bind them together but that made Katrien think the Darkness had a small sense of humour in doing so. Could the Darkness have a sense of humour? She pondered that thought as she sipped deeply of the light wine, imbibing in the much needed liquid courage.

Katrien opened her mouth to correct him when he called her Kat, but quietly shut it a second later. It seemed futile to tell this Warlord Prince “no”, for she had a sense that once he chose to call her Kat, that is who she would become.

“Goodness that’s a lot of questions.” She said with an affectionate smile. “No children. No Consort.” There had once been Tonivar, an unusual choice of lover for the Rihlander Queen given her hatred of the Eyriens. But he had been bound to her and they’d found an odd comfort in those nights they shared. A strange sense of trust that Katrien could never again feel with an Eyrien.

“Most of my family has passed into the Darkness, but I do have an older sister – Liselott. She’s a Healer.” Lise would be surprised to find another new male in Kat’s Court, undoubtedly, but she would welcome him never the less.

“I was raised by the Eyriens who ruled Merkoth.” Katrien explained after pausing to sip the wine for courage and strength.  “When I proved to have an aptitude for the Queen’s Gift and a promising Birthright they took note and I became a ward of the Court. After my majority I eventually was given Merkoth to rule in name only. An Eyrien Prince oversaw the true Court and I answered to him.” The lightness that had surrounded the Queen earlier had vanished and was replaced by a hardness, which was new to even her. “When the Black came several of my bonded males recruited others to our cause and we overthrew the Prince, killing him, and took back Merkoth for the Rihlanders.”

Closing her eyes for a moment she regained her equilibrium. “What about you? I know you’re a business man but there’s much more beneath the surface than merely that, I imagine.” She invited him to tell her more about himself with an encouraging smile.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #8 on: Apr 01, 17, 02:35:37 PM »
Konstantin let out a small laugh, rich and full at Katrien's moment of being overwhelmed by the barrage of his inquiries. "What can I say? You have captured my full attention, My Lady. I'd be a terrible man in general, least of all yours if I did not want to know everything I could about you."

The fact that she held no children or consort had no outward expression from the man, but inwardly already he considered how he could assure that he become the latter and plant the former into her belly. After he fixed her up, of course. A spa day in Port City could go a long way toward assuring that his Queen would be a woman worthy of his attentions. He couldn't bear a plain looking mother to his children.

"Oh, it's good that some of your family lives. I'd love to meet her! Is Liselott serving in your court?" And his question was phrased in such a way as to indicate he'd think less of the woman if she wasn't. Her tale of woe and tribulation wasn't something that surprised him as serving the Eyriens was a better fate than what some of the Rihlander Queens had received. All things considered Katrien probably had it easy. She might have had to suck an Eyrien cock or had one inside her on occasion to placate them, but she looked for the most part in good health and had no bat-winged monsters to call her own.

Small mercies.

"Oh, my own family.." He looked pained for a moment, the practiced expression of a man who'd told this particular story multiple times. "My parents live, though they live in Belaya and I do not speak to them any more. I had two brothers, but sadly they both fell defending a Rihlander Queen who had got it into her head to lead a rebellion against the Eyriens."

And he knew, because he had sold the information to Kirian Svetlana.

"I didn't even get to see them before they died. They had asked me to come with them -- I had only recently been married, and wanted to spend time with my new wife." Konstantin lowered his gaze, pain clear in his features.

"An Eyrien took her from me, too. Two years past, now. I can only be thankful that The Black delivered justice for her." Which was true, in a certain point of view.

He took a slow breath, obviously trying to still the emotions swelling within him. He centered himself, or appeared to rather, and turned to her to look into her eyes as he struggled to obviously force a smile on his face. "I've done my best to honor their memories. I've never been a soldier, but I've a good mind for business, so I've expanded my company and made sure my widow's family is well cared for these days. It will never bring back their daughter but.. at least I can make sure they live in comfort. Same for my own parents.

I hope you do not mind but.. I would not wish to mar this happy time between us with tales of my own pain. I've done my best to resolve those issues and try to put it behind me. The future is bright, and I'd rather not look back at the darkness I'm leaving behind."


He slowly reached out and took her hands, cupping them in his own and pulling her to sit at the edge of her seat so that their knees might touch and they would be closer to one another. "Tell me, Kat, now that Markoth is yours -- what would you see of it? What can I do to help it shift from dream to reality?"

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #9 on: Apr 01, 17, 02:53:03 PM »
The undivided attention of this particular Warlord Prince felt slightly unnerving to the Queen, but there was something about him that also put her at ease. His interest in her family and her life seemed genuine and the remorse at the tragic loss of his brothers and his wife touched her heart. He had barred a part of his soul that Katrien guessed he rarely chose to share with others. When he had arrived he was thoroughly put together and every inch of what she expected from the businessman. With the single exception – that he had been bound to her. That was something she never could have anticipated; not even in an Eyrien’s lifetime.

Katrien had been mentally debating if she should offer him the gentleness of a Queen’s Touch. While it was not one of her particular strengths but it was part of the craft training she had received from the Yellow Eyrien Queen who had been her mentor. Before she could reach for his hands he had already taken her own, startling the Queen out of her own thoughts.

“What you’ve been through is truly heart wrenching, Konstantin. Thank you for sharing it with me.” She caressed his hand with her thumb in silent comfort. This trick had worked wonders with Tonivar. Though over time she had learned his favourite place to be touched and comforted by the Queen was between the wings with a gentle caress.

Not all of the Eyriens had been monsters, but that truth was not one Katrien would ever voice among her own people.

“I find it admirable that you continue to care for your family. It speaks to the person you are.” And gave Katrien hope for a strong relationship to grow between her and Konstantin. On the surface he seemed to be everything she would have looked for in an ally.

Her dreams were ambitious and only half baked, Katrien knew, but she felt some comfort in sharing them with this man. “I want Markoth to be the heart of Rihland. I’ve been trying to locate all the information I can on our history and customs. Who we were as a people before the Eyriens obliterated our culture. For so long our people have been forgotten and I want to rise us up to take our Birthright in this land. In your travels have you come across any artifacts, literature or anything that could help? I’ll save showing you what I’ve collected thus far for another time. I fear my enthusiasm can be overwhelming.” A subtle blush touched her cheeks as she realized her exuberance may have been misplaced; but it was what she was passionate about.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #10 on: May 01, 17, 02:24:18 PM »
An entire Province to shape as you see fit, and you want to waste time with dusty tomes and books. Konstantin thought contemptously. If he'd been a Queen he would have focused on making Markoth the centerpiece to Rihlander civilization, such as it was. Or at least the foundation for mercantalism and the beginnings of power. And though Katrien had some of the same ideas, it was clear she had them for all the wrong reasons!

"Oh, Kat, that's a wonderful idea!" He replied with enthusiasm and brightness in his eyes and in his expressions. "I've only a few books but whatever I will come across I will certainly share. I know that Little Terreille likely has some tomes we can look into purchasing and adding to your collection. Some sort of official library, maybe?"

The trick would be to get these back-scratching simpletons to open a damned book.

"We must, of course, look into getting the library constructed. Funds will be needed. People don't work for free. For so long Rihland has been the backward corner of Kaeleer -- but maybe you and I can work together to change that.

I have a great idea!"
Excitedly, he clasped his hands around her own and tightened his grip for a moment, squeezing her fingers. "We must have you set up trade between Markoth and the neighboring districts and Territories. It won't be easy, Kat, but I can tell just by seeing the light in your eyes you're up for the challenge of it.

I mean.. we'll have to do some preparations first. The Queens of Little Terreille are not the Queens of Rihland. They've all been trained in formal courts for years and they all command modern fashions and the like.

Would..."
He seemed to hesitate, waiting to ask the fullness of the question as it was clear he didn't want to offend her. "..Would you permit me to see about gathering you some clothes and perhaps a cosmetologist to serve as your attache? I'd love to see the looks on their faces when you walk in and instantly command respect, awe, and desire just by entering a room."

Drawing his hand away, the Warlord Prince made a quick dismissing gesture. "Don't worry about the costs of such, it would be my pleasure to provide this service to you, Kat. You must know I'd do anything for you, of course!"

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #11 on: May 07, 17, 12:08:25 PM »
Konstantin’s interest in the work she was doing to reclaim the history and culture of Rihland brought a quick and earnest smile to Katrien’s face. The Court she had formed also supported such endeavours but they’d served her for some time now; but the enthusiasm of a new Warlord Prince was infectious. That he had a few books he would be willing to commit to her project only pleased her that much more.

Already he was bringing fresh ideas and perspective to the Court of Markoth, and the discovery of their Bond was barely an hour or so old at this point. What could she and Konstantin achieve after a longer period of time? Libraries and commerce were a great place to start and supported one another.

The excitement diminished some as he mentioned some of the challenges she would face. Katrien was a determined Queen and she knew in heart she could face any challenge the Realm could throw at her, but there was a sense of intimidation in knowing that the Queens she might have to meet and negotiate with would outrank her socially in ways Katrien couldn’t anticipate. She’d been a slave to the Eyriens for so long that she wasn’t even aware that she needed a new wardrobe. Or perhaps it was that she never could have justified spending money on a wardrobe when her people needed the funds more, and there were better uses.

But Konstantin wasn’t suggesting she spend Markoth funds on frivolity, but his own. And even though he was bound to the Queen his money would remain his, to use how he saw fit. It was just a shame he didn’t see fit to bequeath a library to Markoth. Another Queen might have asked for such a favour, but not Katrien.

“I guess my dresses are dated.” She offered after a moment’s hesitation. “The Eyriens had never been generous with funds.” Some of the clothes in her collection had even been sewn by friends, rather than dress makers or designers. “Is it really necessary in order to conduct business outside of Rihland?” Katrien worried her bottom lip between her teeth in a show of nervousness she’d not felt in a long time. “It’s just that.. we need the business, as you say, but I couldn’t ever accept such a generous gift.” Money was needed in so many different places in the Territory it would seem self centered to accept such a gift.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #12 on: Jul 20, 18, 12:35:31 PM »
"Kat..." Konstantin smiled brightly as he saw her bite at her lip in uncertainty. Oh, sweet little dove, naive poppet, I'll help you. His hand reached up to brush his thumb across her bottom lip gently. "Don't you worry. I have plenty of money, and if I'm part of your First Circle and we get these trade agreements with Little Terreille and Nharkava, I'll be able to recoup the costs. That way it's not a gift, but an investment."

Konstantin oozed confidence and certainty, an infectious thing to collect in the Bond when she could sense his emotions so easily. "It's absolutely a necessity. Don't think of it as a waste - but an opportunity. If we grow Markoth's industry then your people will share in that bounty. That's worth a few marks for clothes and cosmetics you're going to like anyway.

You're a beautiful woman, Kat, but with my help you could be dazzling. I just want to see you walk into a room and have every set of eyes go to you in awe."


Collecting her hands into his own, Konstantin drew her fingers up to his mouth and planted a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Let me do this for you. Please. You won't regret it, I promise you.

You can trust the Bond, can't you? You know I'd never lead you astray."

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #13 on: Sep 23, 18, 02:20:03 PM »
In the matter of an afternoon the Warlord Prince had an enormous impact on her life. Katrien was familiar with how consuming a Queen’s Bond could be, especially during those early days, but she had never felt so consumed by a single person before. She felt like a small rowboat, being swept away by the raging river current created by a fast spring thaw, as the snow melts in the mountains and carries away all the winter debris with it.

Kon calling it an investment should have worried her but the words didn’t trigger any type of concerned response. Instead they seemed to be soothing away the worries she had stated. She knew that a Queen’s touch could sooth away the turmoil of a male in their Court, but could it work in both ways? Not that she knew of but Kon’s calm presence seemed to have a similar reaction on the Queen.

“It’s hard to agree to such a gift.” She admitted despite all of his coercion. “But if you think it will have that much of an impact when we negotiate with Courts outside of Rihland, then I have to trust your opinion on this. I would not want to offend with my simple dress and if they expect a Queen to be dazzling, then I suppose I will need to give them dazzling.” She tried first but presenting Kon with her best attempt at a dazzling smile.

Growing up in the Eyrien Courts there had never been a need to learn how to smile in such a way it could be construed as dazzling. Smiling was not a requirement for her role in their Courts. No, all they needed was her unique strength with the Queen’s Gift to ensure that their crops and harvest were a success.

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Re: Trust In Me
« Reply #14 on: Oct 08, 18, 01:13:33 PM »
Katrien's smile was...

Well, it was clay. It was the potential a fantastic piece of art. All he had to do was sculpt it, mold it, shape it into something truly dazzling. To some country pumbkin, the Queen of Markoth's rustic and genuine smile would have likely won their heart. To Konstantin Timur, it was just the foundation for what could be the most radiant ruler in Rihland.

"It is service, and what am I to be but one who will always and loyally serve you?" Konstantin returned her awkward smile with a sly grin and his hand reached out to take hers. He drew her fingers to his smiling mouth and placed a soft kiss upon fingertips that in time would be as soft as the silks he'd drape across her shoulders. "Forever. Together we'll make Markoth something memorable - history books will be in your library for generations to come, talking about this moment."

Rising to his feet, he slowly withdrew from her hand, that smile lingering. "First, let me set up passage for us both to Portland. I'll treat you to a spa and a designer, we'll make a day of it. After you've been stylized I'll get you a Protocol tutor from Goth and we'll arrange a meeting between you and Lady Gold.

I'll come back tomorrow. Can you see to have your Steward draw up that contract? That way I speak in an official capacity."
Once she acknowledged his simple request, he moved to leave.

Excitement thrummed through his veins. The spark was set - he just had to see it through to see Markoth start to shine.


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