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Author Topic: Bind me with your secrets  (Read 325 times)

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Offline Edward Braddock

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Bind me with your secrets
« on: Jul 29, 18, 06:23:11 PM »
Summer 193, Westwood District Court

Edward Braddock had taken to his position as Steward to his Queen and her Court as quickly as he always adapted to the responsibilities placed upon him. More than once he had attempted to write a letter expressing his gratitude to his former boss and mentor for the work ethic James had instilled so deeply within him it was as thoughtless as breathing. He never could seem to get the words right, instead crumpling the attempt and having a high end bottle of bourbon sent to him instead. In the months since he had left his employ, Edward had sent James nine bottles from Emma's distillery. He was extremely grateful, after all.

Emma had recently taken up riding and Edward tried to make a point of escorting her at least once for every three or four times she went. He enjoyed riding with her and found their conversation was more casual and easy when they were away from the formality of Court. Their relationship was complex, something he hadn't expected when he first came to secure the position of Steward and something he wouldn't change no matter how much she caused his heart to pound in his chest or how many times his sister, Emily, teased him about the expression he got when he spoke of his Queen.

The Cymrean Queen left him hungry in every sense of the word. His strict discipline and his awareness of the needs of her other males were the only things that stopped him from locking her away with him and never letting her go. He had never understood such instincts before with anyone except his sister and that had been for entirely different reasons than he felt with Emma. And yet now that the scent of his Queen was never far from his thoughts, he wondered how so many males walked around feeling like this all the time. It was a wonder the Blood managed to exist with each other peacefully at all.

And yet all too often they didn't, something he was only too aware of. As he and Emma had grown closer, he had hoped she would confide in him. Holding her secrets without her knowledge had grown increasingly uncomfortable for him. More than once he had attempted to approach the conversation from a side avenue, and yet still she did not confide in him. When they returned to the stables from their late afternoon ride, he dismissed the stable hands, saying he would handle the horses himself and they should get some dinner.

Once they left, he turned to his Queen. Raising a Sapphire aural shield over the stables, he set to work stripping the horses of their saddles and bridles. "Emma. We need to talk."

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #1 on: Jul 29, 18, 09:46:42 PM »
Emma finally felt like her Court and District were running in top shape. The opening of the distillery at Winsol met with great success and the added income boosted Cymrea’s bottom line. Emma had more plans to bring commerce and business to Cyrmra, but those plans were slow-moving. She couldn’t afford to tip her hand by going after support too early. Godfrey’s contacts across Dharo were a gift from Mother NIght. Bevan handled some of the less pleasant tasks around the District while Rye kept her appraised of the movements of the other Courts across Dharo. Anthony taught her to ride, an experience that helped Emma get over her anxiety around horses.

Meanwhile, her Steward, Edward Braddock, kept the Court funded and every penny counted. She’d worried about how well he’d fit among her males, but the Sapphire Warlord had quickly distinguished himself with his attention to detail. He picked up on things that others missed (herself included) so often that she turned to him when she needed a second or third look over a plan she was cooking up. It didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes as well. Their professional relationship included fierce debate, late-night discussions and, more recently, sex in his office or her chambers a few nights a week. That last had irritated Bevan deeply enough that things had grown tense between them. If anyone had noticed that Emma went riding more often than usual these days, they didn’t speak of it.

The Queen of Cyrmrea was allowed her space from time to time.

They returned to the stables in the late afternoon, and Emma dreaded her return to Graystone. Bevan would be home in a few days, returned from a fact-finding mission in the south. The issues between them hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice, she was sure. But the fact that no one had asked about them seemed a testament to the skill and power of her Triangle. They read her moods, deciphered her wishes, and executed them before she needed to speak them aloud. It was enough that she didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth by asking how they’d done it.

When it was just she and Edward alone in the stables, Emma noted immediately that the stablehands who reported to Anthony were not in attendance. When Edward spoke, Emma was putting away her saddle and looking for the brush to groom Strider (her mighty mustang). She had a thousand things on her mind, but Edward made several of those fall away. Did he fancy a tumble in here? Now?

History is full of parables that tell us that no good conversation has ever started with those four words.” Emma said, looking over to Edward. Brow arched, Emma crossed her arms beneath her chest and regarded him.

All right, Edward. What’s on your mind?” she asked.


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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #2 on: Aug 01, 18, 06:34:03 PM »
Everything Emma did drew Edward's sharp attention. The way she folded her arms enhanced the curves of her cleavage. Her words caused his focus to linger on her lips and the pleasure he knew they were capable of bringing him. Even the simple movement of shifting from one foot to the other led him to glance at her hips, bringing forth memories of the contrast of his skin against hers, of his hands gripping her tightly as he...

The Sapphire Warlord cleared his throat. That was not what this conversation was about. He needed a cold shower. He needed her. Night, how he needed her. Involuntarily, he stepped closer. The desire to bury his nose in her hair and press his lips to the curve of her neck was nearly overpowering. Could she see the way that simply being in her presence so powerfully stirred him? Did she have any idea what it was like to want the way he did?

Only years of the most intense discipline granted him the will to not cross toward her and take her into his arms. He wanted to raise her desire until it matched his. As his eyes raked over her, scenarios played out before him. Bending her over the table where all the tack and saddles were spread out. Pushing her against a wall and lifting her to hold her in place while he impaled her. Watching her lower to her knees before him, knowing how expertly skilled she was with her tongue.

This was not the time for that.

In order for them to continue forward, there could not be a wall of lies and secrecy between them. It caused him actual discomfort to know things about her that she didn't know he knew. He would never betray James or the brotherhood they were a part of. But he needed Emma to come clean with him, or at the very least, for her to know he knew.

"When I put myself up for the position of your Steward, I didn't know you. We hadn't met. I didn't know that you were mine. Or that I was yours." Well that was some excellent stating of the obvious. He could almost hear his sister Emily laughing at him.  "Just as your father did research on me, I did research on you." He moved closer then, his hand slipping gently to her elbow to move her away from the horses. Dharo bred beautiful horses with temperaments that allowed even the Dark Jeweled to ride. But a sudden surge of strong emotion or Craft could still cause them to respond erratically, and Edward would allow no harm to come to his Queen. 

None.

"Emma... I know."

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #3 on: Aug 01, 18, 10:56:35 PM »
Emma was acutely aware of Edward’s eyes on her. She wasn’t unfamiliar with being watched, especially by those who were hers. Edward’s looks were particular, though, in just how much hunger they contained. Only Bevan and Anthony watched her so intently, though by this point, they’d have moved closer, maybe even into her personal space just to be near her. Somehow, Edward resisted that urge and it drove Emma mad with wonder.

How did he resist when others could not?

He cleared his throat and stepped closer. For Emma, it  was a small, but important, victory. Brown eyes looked up into his blue ones, and Emma listened as he spoke. He wasn’t making much sense at the start, and Emma’s head canted slowly to one side in inquiry. She made no move to step away from him but she didn’t reach for him, either. She was never sparing with her affection, but she did not grant it freely. There was nothing worse than an entitled male, an issue that she was learning with Bevan. She cared for him deeply, but he’d grown  surly since Anthony and Edward joined the flock. Deep down, Emma knew that her issue prevented her from soothing him as he needed.

Just as your father did research on me, I did research on you.

Edward would see it then, feel it across the bond. Her posture grew tense, stiff even, and her eyes narrowed just so. Hearing him state that he’d done research on her forced her t shift her weight from one foot to the other in consideration. Her eyes never left him as the wheels turned in her head. He could be talking about anything.

He knows.

He could have simply determined that Westwood’s finances were in worse shape than anyone knew, prior to the distillery’s opening. That location was so important to the District at this point that Emma prayed nightly that Dharo became a bourbon Territory before too long.

He knows.

She inhaled through her nose, exhaled through her mouth. Perhaps he’d figured out that some of the profit from the distillery was reinvested into a side project that Emma didn’t talk about. The Coroniad was spreading, getting more entrenched villages and districts around the Territory. Lord Vaughn was worth every penny she paid him and his agents were every bit as good as he said. But Edward was a good man. Honorable. He didn’t seem the type of man who would accept anything less than proper behavior from an employer, much less his Queen.

He knows.

Emma took a step backward from him. She would not be pressed. Edward would have spell it out if he was accusing her of something, even though a voice in the back of Emma’s mind screamed that she needed to confess her sins to someone, anyone, as long as he didn’t leave her.

Edward, darling, I’m absolutely certain that I have no idea what you’re talking about.” she said, reaching out to take his hand. Her thumb brushed against his palm and she looked up at him.

Will you tell me what it is that you know?” she asked, concern in her tone.


Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #4 on: Aug 01, 18, 11:30:05 PM »
His Queen stepped away from him and he reigned in hard on the instinct to follow. Her tension made him want to abandon the conversation. Dismiss it entirely. Forget what he knew and move on happily ignorant. But he couldn't. Not only was it not in his nature, Edward was a Warden. He had a responsibility that was bigger than him. Bigger than his Queen, even. And that responsibility did not allow him to feign ignorance.

Edward looked down in disbelief when she took his hand and smoothed her thumb across his palm. His hand twisted in hers and he grabbed her wrist, stepping close enough to invade her personal space.

"Before now, this moment, this was a lie of omission. Do not put me in the position of lying to me directly, Lady Morgan. Neither of us want that." He released her suddenly. Edward turned sharply on his heel, striding away from her to get the distance he needed for this to remain a safe conversation for them to have. While in so very many ways Edward presented more as a Prince than a Warlord, in this, there could be no doubt. The scent and markers of his caste flared into being, filling the stables with the conflicting scents of a Sapphire male desperate to serve and one on the edge of losing his temper.

The horses moved uneasily in their stalls. Edward fought to control his emotions. Breathing heavily as if it were physical and not mental exertion that he was expending, he met his Queen's gaze. "I have given you the benefit of the doubt at every turn. I have waited for you to offer this to me. I even crafted conversations that would allow you to tell me. I have stood by you without question. And now I need to know you trust me enough to tell me."

"I cannot turn back the hands of time and unlearn what I know. My only recourse is to ask you, beg you, Emma, to please tell me." He moved back toward her, hitting his knees on the stable floor as he knelt just feet before her. 

"You are... everything. You think you are hiding this part of yourself from me, but you're not. I know. I've known since before we met. But if you're going to lie to me, right now, here, while I am vulnerable and on my knees before you, then... then you really aren't the Queen I thought you to be."

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #5 on: Aug 02, 18, 12:25:10 AM »
He knows.

If Emma Morgan was tense before, then she was beyond that now. He grabbed her wrist and moved into her space now, and Emma snarled in response. Inwardly, she was afraid. He knew. He was Dharoan and he knew. He could destroy her. He could crush her beyond belief. She would have to give in to whatever he wanted to protect Bevan, Godfrey, and Anthony. To protect her father. Jorie and Gwennth. Her people. Cymrea would never be free, all because she’d been too fucking careless to see this coming.

What did he know? She’d been so careful, or so she thought. In that moment, it didn’t matter that Edward was hers. The Bond was not foolproof and it wasn’t a check against ambition. He told her not to lie to him again and Emma’s eyes narrowed. And then he turned his back on her and stepped away. Emma’s temper flared now and she was on his heels before she could stop herself. The horses were uneasy in their stalls at Edward’s anger, but Emma’s added into the mix had them practically ready to tear their way out of the stables by any means necessary. Anthony wouldn’t be happy about this, but Emma was too angry to care just now.

How. Dare. You.” she snarled, ice filling her veins.

I barely know you and you demand my secrets? You condescend to me like some errant child you’ve come here to parent? Your presumption offends me, Lord Braddock.” she said, her tone frosty.

You have the temerity to use time as currency for trust? Because we can march up to the house and I can find you a few people that I’ve known since I was little, all of whom would earn my trust before you, if time equaled trust. I’ve never asked you about your life before me because that is your past! I don’t care what you did before you got here. I care who you are now!” Emma yelled. She’d forgotten all about the aural shield. If people came running, she didn’t care. They might just find her and a Sapphire-jeweled bloodstain where her Steward once stood.

She glared daggers at him. Something in her raged at the idea of hurting Edward, of wanting to do anything other than kneel before him, hug him close and tell him everything. But he knew and Emma did not know if she was looking at the death of her dream or the beginning of a new kind of slavery that a part of her welcomed. A part of her wanted to just give up and admit that she wasn’t the right person to do this, to admit that her grandmother was wrong about her and the Cymrean Dream.

The rest of her recoiled in horror at that thought and she walked over to Edward, standing over him like an executioner. She had no blade, but she didn’t need one. If she wanted to draw blood from this man, she could make him give it to her and thank her for the privilege.

Oh, my Edward. You aren’t on your knees to show me vulnerability. You’re on your knees because it’s where you belong. You. Are. Mine. You say that if I lie to you, if I don’t give you what you desire, then I am not the Queen you thought me to be. It must be nice to know the whole of a person after just a few fucks and a handful of meetings.” Emma said, leaning in close so that they were face-to-face, nose-to-nose, her breath whispering across his lips.

Males always want the truth until a woman gives it to them. But who am I to deny you? I am your Queen and you've made a request." Emma said.

"It's true.”


Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #6 on: Aug 02, 18, 02:05:21 AM »
His retreat and attempt at distance had failed miserably as she followed tightly behind him. Now she loomed over him, and he remained on his knees before her.  His Queen's words cut deeply. Edward knew that beneath the cold fury lay absolute terror. He knew because he had prepared himself for any number of her reactions, and fear and fury had topped the list. And he knew because she was his Queen. Despite how little she proclaimed he knew her, he was bound to her body and soul, through heart and Darkness. The Sapphire Warlord knew the terror of his Queen because beneath her cold rage, he could feel  it.

It made him want to pull her down into his arms and hold her tightly as she screamed at him until she finally exhausted herself. He would be whatever she needed. A wall to beat her fists against. A target to humiliate and ruin. A vulnerable Warlord who was falling in love with his Queen.

It was the last who knelt before her as she leaned over him, filling the whole of his vision as her scent flowed over him. She dismissed everything he was. What he offered her, what he felt for her, the very bond between them. But when she condensed who and what they were to nothing but a handful of fucks and a couple of meetings, her blade sank home. His head snapped back with the same amount of force as if she had struck him. He wished she had. The physical pain would have faded faster than the words she threw at him, more keen-edged than the sharpest sword.

He steadied his head for a moment, before raising his eyes to meet hers. His chin followed, tilting up and to the side, baring his throat in a submissive offering. If she gripped him, hit him, raked her nails over his skin or sank her teeth into his flesh, his response would be the same as if she did nothing at all. He held the position, demonstrating wordlessly the place she had defined for him in her panicked outburst.

"There is nothing I will not endure for you," he said quietly. "If what you need is my pain, it's yours."

"I know it's true," he continued softly. "I don't need you to tell me because I question it. I need you to tell me because you need to say it out loud, Emma. You need to own what you are capable of to someone who sees your fierce resolve and wants to rise to match it. But I can't be that person, I can't serve that Queen, if she cannot own what she is willing to do for her people." Edward held her gaze, unflinching.

His voice remained steady, holding within it both the gravity of what he said as well as the sincerity of his submission echoed in the position of his body. "You feel shame and fear for your actions. But where is this same fury for your people? Are you the Queen who can bring back Cymrea or not?"

If she looked surprised at his words, he did not give her time to voice it. "Your people hear the rumors. They want to believe it is true. If you carry within you the the strength of your ancestors, you are the future of Cymrea. You are my Queen. Give voice to what you did and become the Queen that I need you to become. That Cymrea needs you to become."

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #7 on: Aug 03, 18, 04:54:05 PM »
She regretted the words, the lessening of his importance to her, the moment the words left her mouth. All the same, Emma couldn’t stop herself. He’d cornered her and demanded things that were not his to demand. Edward was a good man. He was trustworthy. He was hers. But if he knew the truth, then he could use that against her. He could take and take until she had nothing left to give.

He rocked back from the force her tirade and her heart sank. She froze, uncertain if she’d somehow lashed out and struck him without registering it. She took one step back, then another, and still another. She didn’t want his pain. She wanted his service. She wanted his loyalty and devotion. She wanted to be the centerpoint of his life. Of their lives. Of all their lives.

At her core, the only thing Emma Morgan wanted was everything.

I don’t want your pain, Edward.” she said softly, fighting back tears. She’d hurt him. She felt it across their bond. He told her to own what she’d done, to admit what she was willing to do for her people.

Why do you need to hear it? Isn’t it enough that I did it? I took action. I know that I am single best Queen that Cymrea has ever produced. I’m the best Queen that Dharo can produce.” Emma said, defiance in her tone.

I'm not ashamed of my actions. I regret nothing. Tegwyn Llewellyn was my enemy. People were congratulating her for becoming the District Queen before she even got the damned job. They looked right over me like I didn’t exist. Did you know that there are people who supported Angharad Maddox over me, just to keep me out of the seat? I hate some of these people, Edward. But I showed them.” Emma said, standing a bit taller as she recalled how it happened. The humiliation of being overlooked for a woman with zero vision and no will to fight for herself or their people drove Emma to take matters into her own hands.

I found a man who was very good with documents in a village far, far to the south. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to steal a letter without being noticed. I could never get into spy work.” she said.

I crafted the Arinthrope Letter to anger our people, the ones who believe that Cymrea can rise again. I just wanted them to consider another choice. It was like Winsol every day, watching them tear her to pieces, watching the whispers crush her spirit into dust. I can only imagine what the Dharoans thought.” Emma said, shrugging her slim shoulders as she dismissed the idea of what the Dharoans thought of her ploy. She looked down at the floor before she returned her attention to Edward.

It was cruel. Petty. Selfish. I didn’t care. I didn’t care if her grandmother died from heartache, despite my grandmother being ill, too. She proved me right, though. Rather that speak out against the letter, rather than denounce it...she caved. She let them tear her down without a fight. It wasn’t hard to make her disappear after that. Maybe I should have some sympathy for her. Maybe I should be ashamed.

But I’m not. I did what was best for me...and for my people. Tegwen only wanted to be Queen of Westwood. I want more than that. My people deserve better than that. They deserved better than her. Now, I can give it to them.
” Emma said, taking a step toward him.

They deserve better than being driven toward the sea by Dharoan purists. They deserve more, and better, than a Queen who abandon her High Priestess because of rumors. But the people can’t know what I’ve done, Edward. They would turn on me for acting against one of our own. Then they’d put Angharad Maddox in my seat and I’d have to cut her throat.” Emma said, her fingers flexing as though grasping something invisible. The idea of murdering Angharad did not bother her as much as it should have. It made her think, but only about how to cover it up, rather than not doing it at all. So long as the younger Queen ruled Tormaa well and stayed in her place, Emma saw no problems.

Angharad and Rowen are depending on me, though. That’s why I have to succeed. They are depending on me to leave them a world where our people aren’t systematically oppressed by the people who are stamping our history and culture to make themselves feel safe! My people aren’t safe! I am not safe!” she said, grasping him by the color of his shirt and pulling him close.

But even more than that, I want the recognition. I want the reputation of being the Queen who restored Cymrea. A thousand years from now, when people forget that Cymrea was ever gone, I want the history books to say ‘and we have all of this because of Emma Morgan. We owe her a debt that we can never, ever repay.’ The same way that the Great War and the Eyriens are linked in people’s minds? That’s what I want for Cymrea. I want immortality, Edward, and I’ll maim, murder, and destroy anyone to get it.

Is that really the Queen you really want to serve?
” she asked, waiting for him to turn away or, worse, laugh in her face.


Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #8 on: Aug 03, 18, 06:32:11 PM »
Edward remained on his knees before his Queen. Before he met her, he had spared little thought for what it would be like to find and serve a Queen that the Darkness had chosen. James' views on Queens of course had left him feeling some relief in not being bound to someone unworthy. That was his only wish for her. That his Queen, whoever she may be, would be worthy.

In Emma, he had beauty. Intelligence. A sharp wit that matched his own. She exuded promise.  He had known she was worthy of his service before he met her. James had made sure of that, granting him knowledge he wouldn't have otherwise had access to. Over the months since he had come to Westwood, he had seen glimpses of what she was on the verge of becoming.

He knew she was worthy. It was time she knew, too.

Every ounce of his considerable attention was focused on the Tiger Eye Queen. She whipped the air with her words. Each subtle shift of emotion spilled over his skin, causing the small hairs at the back of his neck to stand on end. Emma's voice sent need coursing through him. Edward wondered if she noticed the way the front of his pants tightened or if she could perhaps hear the thundering pounding of his heart.

She seized his collar and pulled him toward her. Just barely holding his balance, Edward gazed up at her, majestic in her anger. He could still feel the tremble of fear behind her words, hear the need within her to create safety for herself and her people, no matter the cost.

This was his Queen.  Righteous and unrepentant. Lacking in even the slightest shimmer of regret for her actions towards another Queen of the Blood. Glorious in her sincerity of intent to slit Angharad's throat if she became a threat to Emma's rule. She was stunning. Edward wished she could see herself as he did. 

"Yes," he growled, slowly shifting his weight. Stiff muscles protested and he staunchly ignored them. "That is exactly the Queen I want to serve." He moved fast then, rising to his full height in a rush as his arms wrapped around her and crushed her to his body. The proof of his desire pressed against her, low on her abdomen. He didn't care if she knew how thoroughly she stirred him. He was hers and she could know his entire soul if she wanted to. His lips pressed against the spot on her neck where her scent intoxicated him. It wasn't enough. The brush of his teeth quickly followed, grazing over sensitive skin.

"You are the Queen I want to serve," he whispered against her.

"You, Emma. You are what I need. Not some false version of you that you think I want. You."

His cheek brushed against hers as he turned his head to capture her lips against his. For the all the intensity of the kiss, the lips he offered were soft, yielding still to her rightful claim of dominance. He would kiss her for as long as she would allow. "Your people don't need to know the messy details of what you must do to secure their future. Your Triangle, however, can protect you better if we know what the threats are."

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #9 on: Aug 03, 18, 10:35:14 PM »
Yes. That is exactly the Queen I want to serve.

Emma blinked. Maybe she hadn’t heard him right. He spoke again.

You are the Queen I want to serve…

Relief hit Emma like a tidal wave, so sudden and strong that she nearly collapsed in his arms. Edward held her  up while Emma forced herself to remain standing. Evidence of his arousal pressed against her belly, which was literally the last thing she expected. She expected revulsion or anger. Horror. She expected Edward to beg her to stop what she was doing and find a way to make up for it.

Instead, her Steward confirmed that she’d been right to do all that she’d done.

He understood.

Emma returned his kiss then, drawing him close. She offered him her Touch, the true Touch, meager as it was. She couldn’t give him enough to satisfy him, but what she could give she did. She might have pinched herself, surreptitiously, just to make sure that she was here and awake, rather than dreaming all of this. Before now, Bevan was the only one of her males that knew what she’d done to secure her rule. But she and Bevan had been together so long that it was like sharing a secret with her brother.

She broke from the kiss only because she knew that if she allowed it, Edward would take her right this moment. She would let him and then she wouldn’t have a plan for what came next.

Your people don't need to know the messy details of what you must do to secure their future. Your Triangle, however, can protect you better if we know what the threats are.

Emma shook her head. She drew back and looked up at Edward. “You don’t understand, Edward. You’re the only member of my Triangle who knows. Godfrey still thinks that there can be peace between Dharo and Cymrea. He’s got friends and contacts among them. If I tell him, he’ll just be disappointed.” Emma said, resting her forehead against his chest. His scent was comforting to her, enough so that she could focus her thoughts and weigh the risks of telling Godfrey versus not telling him. He’d be hurt that he wasn’t told right away.

I don’t know Waylend Deering’s heart or mind. He...rather terrifies me.” Emma said. The Red Warlord Prince came and went. All Emma knew was that no one tried to kill her and that Cymrea was safe. She wanted to find a way to draw him closer, but no solution had presented itself thus far.

The more people that know, the greater the chance to something could go wrong. What then?” she asked.


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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #10 on: Aug 11, 18, 09:26:35 PM »
Emma's offered reasons for not telling Godfrey received a quick response. "And if you don't tell him, you strip him of his autonomy, of his ability to prove to you that like me, he will choose you."  It was something Edward did not understand, the fear that gripped her when even the possibility of her males' fear or disappointment was raised. Did she truly not understand what she was to them? How they tolerated each other only out of respect for her and need for her safety? Edward's desire to take her far from anything that could ever hurt her was fierce. He could hardly imagine what it was like for his Warlord Prince bond brothers.

He understood her concern about Prince Deering. He unsettled Edward as well. The only comfort he took was the belief that he, too, would do whatever needed to protect Emma Morgan. "I understand that. Prince Deering is a formidable force. And he uses that to serve you. As we all do, Emma." He pulled back to be able to catch her gaze, praying to Mother Night that she would make this choice on her and grant the men who served her the chance to show her she was wrong in her estimation of her own self worth.

"We serve you. And the only need that is stronger than that within me when I am near you is the need to protect you. I have been able to take advantage of what I know in ensuring your protection, but I am only your Steward. They need to know so that they can do the same, and with far better ability to do so than I have alone."

He kissed her forehead and pulled her tight against him. "This may not be the path you imagined, but it is the one you are on. And we will stand beside you. Lead us, and let us shelter you. Please, Emma." He rubbed his cheek against hers, stubble scraping gently across her skin. Edward kissed along his Queen's jaw, his breath warm as he exhaled. "Please," he pleaded, once again sealing his mouth against hers.

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Re: Bind me with your secrets
« Reply #11 on: Aug 14, 18, 07:14:32 PM »
Emma was ashamed.

She was ashamed at being taken to task by Edward for keeping secrets. Even more, she was ashamed that she’d doubted him. Would Godfrey really choose her, if he knew? Would Anthony? Bevan had chosen her and she’d only told him everything that she planned because she had to unburden her soul to someone, to anyone, about the things she’d done. It was easier to trust in Gwenneth and believe that she’d handle the hard parts than to believe in the strength and protection that her males and her Court offered.

Edward held her close, kissed her forehead. He begged her to accept his service, to truly accept his service, and that of her Triangle. His stubble brushed against her skin, softer than it had any right to be, and Emma felt like Edward was staring at her from the other side of a chasm. He held out his hand, begging her to just accept his protection and help. Why was she hesitating? If she couldn’t trust the people she’d chosen to serve her, then why was she doing any of this? He couldn’t do this alone. She could not rule him, or them, if she did not rule herself. She could not trust them if she didn’t trust herself.

I’ll do it, Edward. I’ll tell them. But I need you to be there. Godfrey won’t take it well. Bevan won’t be happy at telling everyone, but they’ll both have to deal with it.” Emma said, looking up at her Steward. She reached up and stroked his cheek, feeling the gentle prick of his beard on her palm. He was good to her, despite the things she done. That was today. Would he feel that way tomorrow? Ten years from now? Thirty years gone?

Winning was worth any price.

We’ll bring everyone together today. I’ll tell them then.