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Author Topic: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace  (Read 831 times)

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Offline Brogan Devlin

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Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« on: Aug 18, 16, 12:09:51 PM »
Life in the Tramore Court was soul crushing. Eventually, and with great difficulty, Brogan had settled into his role within the Tramore Court. Everything felt foreign compared to the Courts he had been raised in and had served since Loreniel's Offering. Brogan had faced any number of challenges from the Court of Tramore - between a Queen who couldn't understand him, a Court who didn't trust him, and changes in procedures and even some Protocol. It was all challenging and difficult for the Warlord Prince who was used to taking greater control and contributing more than his time and Jewel to a cause. When he served the Court of Scelt every element of his soul was committed to the cause and Queen. Within Tramore's Court he felt as if he was only going through the motions.

A darkness had taken hold of his soul during the past year and it had begun to consume him thoroughly from the inside out. He hadn't taken a lover since arriving in Tramore despite several overt offers within the Court and outside of it as well. One lovely barmaid at a local tavern had managed to coax him into her bedroom but once there Brogan had felt almost no attraction to the wench and had left after embaressing himself thoroughly. A melancholia had settled on his heart and there was little he could do to cheer himself up; even his attempts to release pent up energy and emotions via sparring had produced little results.

"Prince Devlin?" A timid voice asked after knocking on the door to his personal quarters. He'd at least been given a good sized room with a small sitting room he used as an office (and sanctuary) when needed.

Brogan crossed to the door while simultaneously tucking his white linen shirt into the Devlin tartan kilt he wore when alone in his rooms. He wore it on rare occasion when about in the Tramore court but more often settled for more low land style clothing and practical suits.

"Yes?" He asked in a low growl which caused the maid to visibly flinch.

"There is a messenger here from the Court of Scelt with an urgent message for your ears alone." She told him without making eye contact and at once worry flooded Brogan's mind. Why would Lore send a messenger? Something must had happened back home but it struck him as odd that none of his siblings used the opportunity to come and deliver the message themselves.

At once he pushed past the maid with a gruff "Thank you" muttered in passing.

Brogan recognized the "messenger" standing uncomfortably in one of the receiving rooms at the Court of Tramore. As soon as the door closed behind him he raised a Gray shield, but felt something deeper in the Darkness form as well. The pained expression on Quinn's face, she'd never been good at hiding her emotions, caused a sinking feeling in Brogan's stomach. Something was painfully wrong.

"Lore?" He asked in a broken voice.

Quinn seemed to brace herself for a moment before looking deep in Brogan's blue eyes. "Lore has been injured but she should recover quickly." She told him. Brogan instantly felt a sense of relief but it was short lived. They would never have sent Quinn, and the Ebon Gray she wore, to Tramore if the only news to impart was that Lore had been injured. If the Queen was injured in any capacity he would have expected Quinn to be by her side offering every level of protection that a warrior of her strength, but physical and Jewel, could provide.

"This isn't going to make any sense," Quinn warned him gently. "But Brighe was the one to attack Lore and she was killed during the process. I'm sorry Brogan, but Brighe is dead."

What? None of that made any sense. Brogan realized he'd not spoken the words out loud as Quinn continued to look at him with an alarming amount of sympathy. The floor rushed to meet him as he fell to his knees in apparent grief. His mind hadn't caught up with his heart but it had broken somewhere on the descent to the ground. Brighe was the heart of their family. She was the person they'd all gone to with their troubles, and the Darkness knew that the Devlins were prone to troubles. She was the shoulder on which they cried. She was everything to the Devlin family, even Brennan had loved this particular sister, and to suddenly be in a world where she didn't exist was unimaginable.

"I'm here to take you home, Brogan, and make your excuses to the Queen of Tramore." Quinn explained gently.

When she placed her hand on his shoulder Brogan struck out with his fist. Though it was a half hearted attack the witch took the blow, like the trained soldier she was. A few moments later he found himself crying on her shoulder in a rare show of weakness and overpowering emotions.

The rest of the afternoon had gone as a blur. Quinn had requested an audience with the Queen to explain privately what had happened and she'd won Brogan a few weeks repreieve from his duties to attend to his family and Queen. Blodwen, after all, was a perfectly reasoanble woman and not as cold hearted as Brogan once had thought. Then Quinn had escorted him to a landing strip, and into a small carriage which she was meant to be driving.

It seemed like an eternity to reach Tuathal and the Court's residences within the capital city of Scelt. He'd been left in the coach on his own and during that time he managed to reclaim his composure. Though there was little that could be done to fix the bloodshot eyes, but at least the tears had subsided. It was clear that Quinn had been spared only so that she could see him brought to the Court in the swiftess possible manner. Someone would have been sent to delivery Honora Dunne from Kilvary as well. It was too much to hope that they'd see Brennan again after all these years or that he would even care enough to show up for Brighe's funeral; he'd been missing from Aidan's after all.

Worse than losing Brighe was the knowledge that Loreniel had been hurt in the process. Brighe was the heart of the Devlin Clan, but Loreniel was the beating heart of his world. Without his Queen there would be nothing to hold him in check or tie him to the Realm of the living. Even his family didn't have that kind of control over Brogan. It tore him asunder to know that he had no control over protection for Loreniel while he was in Tramore, not that he would have known to protect her from Brighe, of all people.

No one could have seen it coming, not in a million years.

Once the carriage touched down on the landing pad just outside of Tuathal Brogan was quick to leave. A member of one of Lore's lower circles held the bridle of two horses from the Court's stables and both Brogan and Quinn were quick to mount the horses and ride them hard up the Royal Mile towards the Castle which was home to the Court of Scelt for several thousand of years.

There was no question as to what, or whom, Brogan need to see first. He needed to know for himself that Loreniel was okay. Luckily for members of the Court none stood in his way as he barreled down the hallways to her quarters. A Gray shield blocked his way and with what little strength remained in the leash which held him in check he banged on the door with his fist, rather than his Jewels. Eamonn, no doubt, was on the other side and stood between Brogan and the only woman in the realm who could soothe him in that moment.











Offline Eamonn Sheane

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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« Reply #1 on: Sep 11, 16, 07:05:11 PM »
After the Witchstorm over Sheane, Eamonn had become well acquainted with the emotion of grief. It hung over the Court like a dark cloud, one that could neither be ignored or forgotten. He’d found himself spending more time with Loreniel than usual, allowing her other Court members time to grieve. They were not just friends, they were family.

He could understand that need. Working through the grief of his mother’s death he had done alone, which he imagined some of the Devlins did. More often than not he saw the siblings together; bound by grief and rage.

So Eamonn had kept Loreniel safe as well as attending her. If another attack came he felt sure that his Gray would be needed. Whatever had happened had been Black Widow trickery but against the Gray, he didn’t believe there could be a second repeat. Still, he’d kept himself in the small room beyond Loreniel’s bedchambers, giving the Queen a well-needed rest. If he’d fussed her into taking the rest, it was just a measure of his duties as her protector and escort for the time being.

The Gray Shield around the room spoke to his continued paranoia after the Queen’s injury.

He felt the Gray before the knock came. Not much before, but he’d been seeking across the Castle with his Jewels, assuring himself that he wouldn’t miss any newcomers. This signature though he knew as soon as he sought out the psychic threads. The scent of Warlord Prince was strong about the man, as it always was.

Eamonn approached the door as it was knocking. Mere moments after Brogan knocked he opened the door, assuring himself it was Brogan before the Gray Shield fell. Another was still around Loreniel’s private room but Eamonn would drop that in a moment.

“Brogan,” the understand and sympathy was there, but Eamonn didn’t voice it. If there was pity in his eyes, it was because he understood. Whatever slights, imagined or real, stood between them, they were both there for the same Queen. He’d no sooner prevent Brogan from seeing her than he’d cut off his own arm.

“She is resting, but she will want to see you.” It was true, but Eamonn saw the need in Brogan as well. The understanding that formed between Queen and male was a balm any Blood could understand, Warlord Prince or not. He moved to the side, prepared to close the door behind Brogan once he stepped within.











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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« Reply #2 on: Dec 30, 16, 10:30:19 AM »
The feeling of helplessness had plagued Brogan for the entirety of his journey from Tramore to Tuathal. It was the quickest he had traveled the winds, due to Quinn's Ebon Gray, and had afforded him enough time to compose himself.

Even as he felt the coach reach the landing web he could sense that his composure was unsteady at best. He needed to see that Loreniel was unharmed and he needed to touch his Queen and breath in her scent. It had been nearly a year since he'd last seen his family, but not as long since he'd last seen the Queen since his duties to Tramore ensured he had more frequent encounters with her and his brother Kean.

It was Brighe though that had sent him endless letters featuring the more personal details of his friends and family, rather than the letters he had from Kean that were all business and no pleasure.

Eamonn's shield fell as soon as he confirmed who stood at the door; and in another state of mind Brogan would have approved tremendously. The sympathy and understanding present in Eamonn's tone and eyes were disconcerting to the Warlord Prince who was more comfortable when standing at odds with the Prince. They shared a Darkness blessed bond with the same Queen but Brogan never expected that they would become friends - unwilling allies but never friends. Yet the support he felt from the other man was overwhelming to his composure and he fought back the despair that lingered in the shadows of his mind and soul.

Brogan stepped into the room as Eamonn moved to close the door behind him. "Is there anything I should know before I go in?" There was a hitch in his voice and it sounded a bit lost given the circumstances. Pride wouldn't allow Brogan to break down in front of Eamonn Sheane but he would allow the Prince to prepare him for the worst.











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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« Reply #3 on: May 29, 17, 11:26:46 AM »
The conversation with Eamonn Sheane had been mercifully short and to the point. The man hadn’t bothered asking Brogan how he was, thank the Darkness, but had given him some insight into Loreniel’s state before granting him entry to the bedroom. As soon as the door shut behind Brogan he set a series of Gray and Green Jewelled shields around the room, not concerned about the drain to his reserves. Then he knelt at Loreniel’s side, taking hold of her free hand, and soaking in the sight of her sleeping form.

It had been months since he’d last touched his Queen and it had been unbearable. Careful not to wake her up he caresses her hand, desperate for her touch, but knowing she needed rest more than he needed her. The lines of her face looked strained, even in sleep, and he could see the dark bags that had formed beneath her closed eyelids.

There was a bandage on her shoulder and he’d been informed by Eamonn that’s where Brighe’s dagger had hit the Queen. It was impossible to imagine his diminutive and loving sister having the foresight to carry a poisoned dagger or the cause to throw it at Loreniel. They had been as close as sisters since their childhood – since Brighe had been adopted into the Devlin Clan. The Hearth Witch had proven even more capable than Brogan or any of the other Devlins at handling their Queen. Who would handle Loreniel now? None of the other Devlins had proven to be capable in the past. Brighe had the talent of forcing Loreniel to allow her men to fuss when they needed it, or to remind her that the duties of a Queen were to her Court as well as the Territory.

Brogan couldn’t imagine, after all of this, returning to the Court of Tramore. More than ever Loreniel needed him at her side. Even Blodwen Lyons ought to understand that. He was a Warlord Prince who had been unavailable when his Queen needed him the most. Maybe if he had been in the Court yesterday then he could have protected Loreniel without killing Brighe.

Beneath all his bravado and “what if” Brogan did fundamentally understand that his reaction would have been the same as Riordan – identify the attacker and neutralize the source at all costs. Training would have kicked in before his brain even recognized that Brighe, his own sister, had thrown the fucking knife. It was that reason alone he could hold nothing against Riordan Doyle, and knew that the Warlord would need reassurance of his own once Brogan came to grasp that Loreniel was safe.

“I never should’ve left your side, Lore.” He whispered to her sleeping form, safe in the knowledge that she couldn’t hear him. He was certain if she could he would be chastised faster than he could apologize.











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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« Reply #4 on: Jun 11, 17, 08:54:11 AM »
The touch, the raw connection between two bodies, was what Loreniel was first aware of as she returned to consciousness. Sleep seemed to be her new favorite activity but Maeve had explained it was due to the healing that was still needed in her body and the natural exhaustion that came with such healing.
 
The awareness of someone in her room forced her to open her eyes. There was no fear as Loreniel scanned the room for a sign of who was there. Her Birthright Opal sensed the Darkness of the Abyss below her just as her eyes connected with the hauntingly blue ones of Brogan Devlin. Eyes that were as familiar as her own gazing back in a mirror and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
 
Was she dreaming? Could she still be asleep?
 
“Thank the Darkness.” He whispered and brought her hand to his lips where he held it for a moment, breathing deeply of her scent. His eyelids closed, blocking her from reading the depths of the stormy blue-gray eyes.
 
Wasn’t he supposed to be in Tramore?
 
“Lady Lyons?” Lore asked, though the words came out in a slurred mess.
 
It didn’t make a difference to Brogan, who knew her better than anyone in the Realm. He reached his free hand to her face where he brushed a stray strand of hair away and caressed her cheeks. Now it was Loreniel’s turn to close her eyes and accept the bliss offered to her in the Warlord Prince’s caress.
 
“Gave me leave to return to your side and for Brighe’s…” He trailed off, unable to speak the word ‘funeral’ in front of the Queen. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of her dear friend and everything that had been lost. “Can I hold you?” The whisper was practically silent, as if Brogan was afraid to make the request.
 
“Please?” Loreniel practically begged, desperate for human contact.
 
With tender care Brogan shed his boots and climbed onto the empty side of the large bed. He hesitated before lifting the covers and crawling beneath them. Loreniel would have told him he was foolish if she had the heart to banter. Delicately he gathered Loreniel in his arms, laying on his back and pillowing her head against his chest. He began to caress her hair and Loreniel couldn’t stem the tide of emotions she felt with his tender support. Tears came freely and she held tight to Brogan, her little island in a storm she couldn’t control.
 

























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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« Reply #5 on: Oct 21, 17, 06:21:07 AM »
They fell asleep like that - Loreniel tucked against Brogan’s chest and his hold gentle, but secure, around his Queen. Her body still required sleep for Healing and his soul required the proximity of his Queen.

It had been months since he’d last seen his Queen and the distance between them, both physical and emotional, had left him raw. Duty was a concept that Brogan understood better than anyone else in the Killan Court. It had been bred into him as a child from his father and his early connection to this Queen. He had learned to sense the nuances of her emotions and even understood them better than Loreniel herself.

The despair and anguish she felt were overwhelming and radiated in Brogan’s soul; those shared emotions were powerful and debilitating. He’d watched Loreniel break down before they’d finally fallen asleep – her tears free, hot and wet against the fabric of his shirt. The heaving sobs were uncontrollable and Brogan did all he could to hold her in place and ensure she did not injure herself further.

Brogan, too, had cried. But only after Loreniel had finally found a moment’s of solace in a dreamless sleep. Come morning the reality would torment them both once more.

The scent of his Queen calmed Brogan’s own turbulent emotions, but the pain he felt was ever present. In the light of the morning he could study Loreniel’s face. The lines of pain, even in peaceful sleep, were ever present and he had to admit she looked far older than when he had left for Tramore all those months ago. 

Careful not to disturb Lore he lifted a lock of her hair to his nose and inhaled deeply; a sense of calm washed over him for each breath he took of his Queen. And each caress of her skin soothed his soul in ways only a Queen could manage. Even in sleep she offered him comfort, solace and love that he would never find anywhere else in the Territory, or any of the Realms.

When he opened his eyes he caught her staring up at him and his breath caught. The pain radiated from the depth of her eyes but there was also the presence of love, so deep that he felt the echo in his soul.

“Good morn-“ Brogan tried to speak but Lore placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. A moment later she seemed to find the strength to replace that finger with her lips.

Brogan was a strong man. Or so he thought. But he’d never had his strength so challenged before that moment. Lore had kissed him once before, many years ago, and had nearly shattered his heart in the process. He had loved her since they were children, but Lore had never felt the same. He had dreamt of moments like this as a teenager, and as an adult. Some fantasies didn’t leave a man once they reached maturity.

When he tried to withdraw from the kiss, as delicious as it was, she drew him closer and deepened the very nature of their connection. Brogan was lost, bent to the Queen’s will, in the moment and no inner strength or voice could convince him to draw away from the embrace.











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Re: Unlaced & Dangerous: Solace in the Queen's Embrace
« Reply #6 on: Oct 21, 17, 06:30:24 AM »
Words were unnecessary in the shadow of the emotions they shared. Emotions that were turbulent, powerful and so overwhelming that words could not describe them. Loreniel had silenced Brogan less he try and speak, or seek, words to describe those emotions. Once her fingers were against his lips she was teased with thoughts and memories of what her lips felt like against Brogan’s.

All those years ago she never should have kissed him.

If she hadn’t kissed him then she might not have considered kissing him now. His arms around her throughout the night had been comforting, and hinted a far deeper connection between Queen and Warlord Prince. She had dismissed the thought of a relationship, carnal or emotional, with Brogan on many occasions throughout their lives. All those times before it had been easy to turn him away, but this time he was not asking her for anything more than comfort, for solace.

It wasn’t enough. Loreniel needed something more. A way to forget what had just happened. Even if it was only for a moment.

On an impulse, and with desire building, Loreniel replaced her finger with her mouth. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, at first. It was as if she feared being burned by his lips. The connection between them was instant, like kindling igniting under a flame, and when he tried to end the kiss she refused to let him. Lore kissed him deeper, drawing him closer, and begging him with her lips and body for something more.

It wasn’t long before she had coaxed him out of his shirt and found herself caressing the hard lines of his muscled body. She sensed the rise of his lust and the deeper emotions she didn’t dare name with each caress she applied. With a gentleness so painful her soul cried out he finally drew the nightgown over her head and began to worship her with a thoroughness that made her cry out with pleasure.

There was solace in his embrace and peace that she had not felt in many years.

























 

 

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