"Oww!!! Mira yelled as another pin pricked her skin.
"If you would stand still, my darling, you wouldn't get stuck quite so much." Lady Amethyst said.
"Mother, I have no wish to play the spoiled princess, but I absolutely cannot stand this fabric next to my skin any longer!"
"The young lady is right, Amethyst. The fabric has yet to be treated and softened and is rather itchy." Stepping back, the seamstress crossed her arms and appeared to be in deep concentration, when she suddenly snapped her fingers. "I know. I have a bolt of the same material that has been cleaned and treated for softness and is a lovely shade of pale blue." Turning, she left the room and came back with a bolt of beautiful material. The pale blue was almost sparkling. When Violet, the seamstress got c
Far away, in the East.Fragrant incense burned and created a mist that seem to wrap around the tall, powerful man as he entered the room. When he reached the center, he knelt down and bowed with his forehead touching the floor."Rise, my son. I have summoned you for a reason. Join me and we will speak on many things." The old man, with a shock of long white hair, stood and began to walk towards the private garden outside the throne room. Despite his apparent age, the old ruler moved with elegance and grace. His body fluid. His movements, like that of the younger man, spoke of power and authority.As they entered the garden, a young woman, in her early twenties, ran to join them. The old man caught her up in his arms and hugged her. "I missed you, my orchid. How was your trip to the south?"The young girl, an identical replica of the young man, in feminine version, spoke, "Hot, humid, sticky and the people were so rude. They never did acknowledge me
Amethyst looked down at the note in her hand that her mother had sent her. Many emotions were going through her, chief among them, disbelief. The Eastern Kingdom had not visited their village in a very long time. Her grandmother had not been born when the trading and visits had stopped.Amethyst,Be prepared. The Eastern emperor is coming for Mira and Tine's wedding. It seems that Tine's parent's and the Emperor were great friends and allies. They are arriving at the end of the week, and accommodations have been set up for them as well as servants to tend to their needs.Please make sure that Mira is aware of their visit and just how important it is to us as a village for our survival. We are not as populous as we once were and we have not had the trade that
Richard stood in his sitting room, looking at the two men who appeared to have made themselves quite at home in his absence. Thankfully, his mother had sent a falcon with a message, letting him know of the posturing and arrogance of these two. He was so incensed that he almost was ready to flay the both on the whipping post."Dear cousin, how is it that you were not here to greet us properly, as befitting men of our stature?" Ashton said while lazily swirling a glass of his best whisky in his hand."Dear cousin, perhaps if you had requested a visit instead of expecting to be accommodated just because you show up, I might have been here. It is my understanding that you have made life very difficult for my female staff. Even the younger ones. This will not be tolerated. If I hear that you so much as harmed one hair on any serva
Mira looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her wedding dress was, in a word, stunning. It wrapped around her in waves with various pleats and drapes. There were small red and orange beads that were incorporated in it. At first glance, the beadwork was random with no organization. But if you watched as Mira walked the beads appeared to be flames flowing down the skirt. He dress was not a traditional dress. It was close fitting and in a color that started out as a beautiful gold and then faded into a beautiful fiery orange until the lower half of her skirt, which was a brilliant bright, scarlet color.She was in awe. Of the dress. Of Violet and her talents. Of the material. The silk, from the Orient, the beads from deep in the earth. Her soon-to-be husband, who had asked for these colors to be used in their wedding, stating that it was the colors on his family crest. Bu
Mira was awaken to the loud commotion coming from the direction of the village. It sounded like a large group of men on horseback, a small army. Getting and going to her window, she pulled back her curtain and gasped loudly. There was a small army of mounted soldiers. Roughly, 75-100 men to be precise. But what had caused her to gasp was the prisoner cart in the center of the men. In it were two men. Both filthy, in clothes that had once reflected their wealth and station in life. The fine silk torn in places, and soiled in ways that spoke of the lack of cleanliness and hygiene. Mira's nose wrinkled at the thought of the smell.Hearing a familiar voice, Mira looked down and watched as her mother and father, already dressed for the day, walked out to meet the head soldier in the column. Mira realized that it was her cousins Richard and Robard. In between them was a carriage.
The smell of the incense that had been lit in the temple clung to them as the group exited the temple. Mira could smell it lingering in her nostrils. Not that she minded. It was an altogether pleasant smell. Spicy and fragrant with notes of sweetness to keep it from being overpowering with something else to soften the fragrance. At the exit, waiting for them was Raptor and her grandmother. It seems that Mira's original plan was not fulfilled because Adalinda was spending the day with the younger man."Good evening Grandmother. Have you come to offer prayers for something?" Mira asked."No. I came to meet you two. Tine is to go to my home to get ready for the banquet, while you go to your home to prepare and pack some of your things for tomorrow." Mira nodded. She had been expecting this. Her mother had been helping her pack u
Due to the nice weather, the banquet was outside. The banquet was taking place outside of Mira's parent's home in their large garden. Several tables were sit up with table clothes, crystal, fine china and highly polished tableware. The candles were inside decorated hurricane globes to, not just keep the wind from blowing out the candles, but to enhance their glow and brightness. Each table seated twenty people and Mira counted 20 tables. Plus the table where her parents, Tine and herself will be seated. So that tradition and protocol can be satisfied, Tine and his representative, Raptor would set at one end, then her parents in the middle, with Tine seated on the outside, then Raptor next to her father. Then her mother seated next to him, with Mira herself on the outside. Tradition states that this seating arrangement is this way because the lovers had to be separated in a "cooling down" period. They were to have not physical contact from the previous mid-day until the time of their w
With the screams of the old man still ringing in his ears, Tine turns to the young man, hanging against the wall shackled, dirty and crying out in terror. Without taking his eyes off of the the young man, Tine picked up the wickedly sharp, curved blade. The blade itself had an unnatural glow to it. The moonstone the goddess Mystera gifted his dad with when he was born had been used to craft the blade. His dad had it crafted into a blade mixed with celestial steel from a fallen heavenly body. It had never dulled in all of his 700 years, and he had occasion to use it often in his life.Seeing the knife in the hands of his tormentor and torturer, Ashton trembled. He knew crying would not save him. The only thing that would save him was an intervention of some kind. He watched as the dragon approached him with the knife held in such a deceptively casual manner. When Tine was sta
"You will marry him, Mei! Or you will be sacrificed to the mountain dragon, on the order of the governor." Mei's mother looked horrified, knowing the old goat would do it. For spite, if nothing else."I don't care." Mei said, taking her mother's hands onto her own and holding them. She lifted them and kissed them gently, before continuing. "Mother, Father, he has already had five young wives who have died mysteriously. Do you want me to be number ?six" Mei replied, looking at her father, who was frowning."I will be beaten slowly to death by that old gas bag and his son. I would rather die a quick death, being eaten by a dragon. At least then, I would not suffer." Mei let her words hang in the air, knowing that her parents could not argue her logic.Hanging his head, her
28 years later"But Dad! " Then man said, displaying his displeasure at his sire's response."Son, you sister cannot keep sneaking out of the fortress. She is of age to meet her mate. Obviously, no one here in the village is her mate. I want you to travel with her to the East. It has already been arranged. Shewin and Long are expecting you within the next week."Father and son stood together, and anyone who cared to notice, they were a match for twins. Dragons stopped aging around 30 or 35 years of age. However, the son was still not yet there. He was only 28, and the sister that was being discussed was 23. She was a wild child. Her great-great grandfather had indulged her shamelessly and she lacked a l
Mira decided that she was going to enjoy being married to Tine. He had been a gentle but passionate lover. He had introduced her to delights that she had never considered, or even knew about. Today marked the third day of their married life, and the reading of the bloodlines would be today. In their home, in the grand gathering area outside of the fortress, but within it's walls.The Lorekeepers, the Clutch Elders, Tomas the elderly priest who had married them, her parents, the Eastern Emperor and his family. All would be present. As these thoughts chased themselves across her mind, she stretched her body and reached for her husband. Husband. The very word made her smile. Her life had changed so much Tine had come into her life. Now, secrets were about to be revealed.When she realized that Tine was not in the bed with her, she raised up on her elbows and looked around the room. The bathing room door was closed and she heard movement coming from the other room. Getting up, she grabbed
It was time. Mira struggled to breath as her body was washed, oiled and perfumed by her mother and Mary, her maid. Her mother had even made some suggests for the night. Mira was mildly aghast, but definitely embarrassed by some of the things her mom had said. While Mary had simply smirked at Lady Amethyst's suggestions and nodded, with a wicked glint in her eye.She was very much anticipating joining with her soon to be husband in their marriage bed tonight. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of all of the new things she would experience over the coming nights. Perhaps, days, as well. As Mary brought her lacy under slip for her to put on, Meiying entered the room, carrying the large bouquet of flowers that had colors that were a brilliant white against her dress in the dark colors with the flame work beading. The stark contrast of the two were to draw simile of Tine
With the screams of the old man still ringing in his ears, Tine turns to the young man, hanging against the wall shackled, dirty and crying out in terror. Without taking his eyes off of the the young man, Tine picked up the wickedly sharp, curved blade. The blade itself had an unnatural glow to it. The moonstone the goddess Mystera gifted his dad with when he was born had been used to craft the blade. His dad had it crafted into a blade mixed with celestial steel from a fallen heavenly body. It had never dulled in all of his 700 years, and he had occasion to use it often in his life.Seeing the knife in the hands of his tormentor and torturer, Ashton trembled. He knew crying would not save him. The only thing that would save him was an intervention of some kind. He watched as the dragon approached him with the knife held in such a deceptively casual manner. When Tine was sta
Due to the nice weather, the banquet was outside. The banquet was taking place outside of Mira's parent's home in their large garden. Several tables were sit up with table clothes, crystal, fine china and highly polished tableware. The candles were inside decorated hurricane globes to, not just keep the wind from blowing out the candles, but to enhance their glow and brightness. Each table seated twenty people and Mira counted 20 tables. Plus the table where her parents, Tine and herself will be seated. So that tradition and protocol can be satisfied, Tine and his representative, Raptor would set at one end, then her parents in the middle, with Tine seated on the outside, then Raptor next to her father. Then her mother seated next to him, with Mira herself on the outside. Tradition states that this seating arrangement is this way because the lovers had to be separated in a "cooling down" period. They were to have not physical contact from the previous mid-day until the time of their w
The smell of the incense that had been lit in the temple clung to them as the group exited the temple. Mira could smell it lingering in her nostrils. Not that she minded. It was an altogether pleasant smell. Spicy and fragrant with notes of sweetness to keep it from being overpowering with something else to soften the fragrance. At the exit, waiting for them was Raptor and her grandmother. It seems that Mira's original plan was not fulfilled because Adalinda was spending the day with the younger man."Good evening Grandmother. Have you come to offer prayers for something?" Mira asked."No. I came to meet you two. Tine is to go to my home to get ready for the banquet, while you go to your home to prepare and pack some of your things for tomorrow." Mira nodded. She had been expecting this. Her mother had been helping her pack u
Mira was awaken to the loud commotion coming from the direction of the village. It sounded like a large group of men on horseback, a small army. Getting and going to her window, she pulled back her curtain and gasped loudly. There was a small army of mounted soldiers. Roughly, 75-100 men to be precise. But what had caused her to gasp was the prisoner cart in the center of the men. In it were two men. Both filthy, in clothes that had once reflected their wealth and station in life. The fine silk torn in places, and soiled in ways that spoke of the lack of cleanliness and hygiene. Mira's nose wrinkled at the thought of the smell.Hearing a familiar voice, Mira looked down and watched as her mother and father, already dressed for the day, walked out to meet the head soldier in the column. Mira realized that it was her cousins Richard and Robard. In between them was a carriage.
Mira looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her wedding dress was, in a word, stunning. It wrapped around her in waves with various pleats and drapes. There were small red and orange beads that were incorporated in it. At first glance, the beadwork was random with no organization. But if you watched as Mira walked the beads appeared to be flames flowing down the skirt. He dress was not a traditional dress. It was close fitting and in a color that started out as a beautiful gold and then faded into a beautiful fiery orange until the lower half of her skirt, which was a brilliant bright, scarlet color.She was in awe. Of the dress. Of Violet and her talents. Of the material. The silk, from the Orient, the beads from deep in the earth. Her soon-to-be husband, who had asked for these colors to be used in their wedding, stating that it was the colors on his family crest. Bu