ToT: Theowyn - Wednesday, January 05, 2000, 11:07 PM

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At least two windows are opened within the Bed Chambers, the obvious freeze sweeping through. Only a few torches give light to the room, though the clear sky outside provides some illumination. Theowyn's deep breath would be obvious, coming form the bed not far from the secret entrance Elyse would use. The First Prince of the Sword is far from modest, and although he wears light pants of full length, there is no shirt. The covers of the bed are tossed about, and currently Theowyn sleeps ontop and uncovered. The thick and powerful muscles of his back show their bulk, the light from the high moon having enough reach to cast shadow over his body. With one leg out-stretched, both arms are about his pillow. The breathing continues, deep and will defined.

A soft creaking, and the soft 'bump' in the night that everyone always seems to refer too. Then silence save for the barely perceived breathing of exertion from a slim frame unused to much physical activity. The slight noise would seem to be from the general direction of the wardrobe, or the closet where Theowyn keeps his clothes. After a moment's rest, the intruder begins moving again, moving by feel by the soft patting of the interior until the door is found, and gently pushed, possible creating another soft creak, though hopely nothing that would rouse the guards outside.

The guards outside would be undisturbed by the noise of the door, though certainly The First Prince might be another matter. He makes no signs of movement, that breathing pausing just a touch before it continues in that steady and deep calm. Theowyn's arm shifts a little in the way he hugs the pillow, but otherwise there is little reaction.

The honey-blonde young woman who quietly, as quietly as possible at any rate, and slowly makes her way out from the discovered passage, bites her lower lip at what she perceives is alot of noise and clumsiness just to get out. It's not really, but in the near quiet of the room and being that Elyse is right there with the noise, she thinks its enough to rouse the guards. So, once, out, she merely draws her robe more over her nightshift, pinching it at her next with her hands and prepares for the entrance of the guards, lifting her chin a little to appear as dignified as she can. When nothing comes, she relaxes visibly, then tilts her head this way and that listening for the wind at the opened windows and trying to get a fix on her placement in the room. And more importantly, where Theowyn might be.

The shifting of the bed earlier might be of indication, as much Theowyn's breathing. Though otherwise he is relatively quiet. And then, of course, he shifts within the bed. All that frustration would show, at least in the way he subconciously moves within the bed. One strong arm goes swinging and landing flat on the bed as he turns over to his front. A brief, yest pointed, deep breath can be heard then, before his breathing settles once more into that deep sleeping breath.

Her ear tilts toward that breathing, and she pauses, doubt appearing on her features. Finally, she nods to herself, reconfirming the importance of this visit, and creeps slowly towards the breathing. Still not offering address, since she doesn't want to be heard by the guards by virtue of the wonderful acustics in this room. Her hands reach out before her, hoping to encounter any obstacles before she does bodily, and her slippered feet shuffle softly against the stone floor. Meeting a low piece of furniture with her knees, she offers a small gasp, catching ehrself before toppling over, then straightens, moving awkwardly around it and continuing until she reaches the bed. This takes a horribly long time, perhaps.

As Elyse approaches the bed, something does change. The depth of Theowyn's breathing is no more, instead replaced by a more natural waking state breathing. Whether Theowyn is indeed sleeping or not would be impossible to tell, though clearly if he is he has reached a lighter level of sleep. The bed creeks a little, as though his arm moves. With his current position, he is partly facing Elyse's direction. One arm is stretched out, the wrist nearly hanging over the edge of the bed. The other arm is over his stomach.

The Princess' knees probably meet the bed first, depending on how high it is. And when they barely brush against the mattress, she stops, pulling herself up short and steeling herself to doing something so unladylike, feeling for the man she loves while he sleeps--an not even betrothed, yet. Elyse's hands start at the edge of the mattress before slowly making their away toward Theowyn. Her hair made into a single thick braid for bedtime, slips over her shoulder, falling across her chest as she leans, working her slender hands quietly toward the Prince.

A slight movement within the bed can be heard, but it only a slight shifting. Theowyn's heavier breathing begins once more, starting out slowly at first, and then growing deeper with each breath. Where Elyse's hands touch him is entirely up fait, though she would likely feel the hard muscles of Theowyn's bare chest or stomach. Even against the slight breeze within the room his skin is hot, and his chest moves heavily with each breath.

He is, indeed further from her on the bed than she was hoping, and it isn't until she has one knee lightly resting on the corner to give her added reach that she first caresses his bare chest. She freezes, swallowing hard, and then gently nudging where her fingers are, not venturing any further, and certainly not venturing any further down. Finally, barely managing a whisper, more a breath than putting any vocalization to it, "Noble-heart?" The thought suddenly comes to her /what if her guard was mistaken and this wasn't Theowyn's room?/ She pales visibly, her fingers trembling nervously.

It might take a little more then a single nudge to get the Prince awake. Perhaps a kiss? Naw, but Theowyn still sleeps, though now his breathing once again begins to lighten. The chest that Elyse's hand is on lifts and lower with each breath, his skin hot to the touch much like expected.

With her hands still trembling nervously, Elyse tries a little louder, this time it could be construed as a whisper, certainly, "Theowyn?" her trembling hands gliding across the skin of his chest, until she feels a hip--no, not that direction, then it glides in the other direction until it finds a pect, and she pushes more against the hard muscle, "Theowyn?" comes a second whisper.

It's likely not uncommon for Theowyn to be woken-up by servants or guards in the morning hours, especially with his recent late nights. It is likely less common that any would touch him to wake him. Theowyn does not wake violently, which is good. Instead his eyes slowly open, those brilliant blues near glowing against the faint-light, and finally settling on the woman of his heart. As his eyes settle to the darkness, he does realize its not a dream, the touch of her hand on his warm flesh very real. "My love?" he asks, still uncertain, and then raising his head up. "How... what...?" Too many questions... she's in the chambers with him as he sleeps, he's still disoriented from the sleep. Elyse would feel the arm that had been stretched out come about Elyse's waist, and draw her unto the bed as he looks around the room to see who else would be there.

Elyse breathes a long sigh of relief, thanking the Light that she had the right room after all. She doesn't resist his pulling her into bed with him, but tries to remain sitting up at least, "I had to come to you, Darling," she whispers, still not wanting to draw the attention of the sentries at the door. Her hands move to support herself against him, sensually resting against the warm skin of his chest, "I wanted to make sure you were well? . . . and I have news . . . " her braid swings as he moves her further into his bed, then settles across her chest, draped over any inappropriate vision of bosom--unable to pinch her robe closed with her hands against his chest.

Those sharp blue eyes look past Elyse once more, though he can remain fairly confident no one else is within. But would the guards let her in? He's still rather confused over the matter, but when Theowyn looks to Elyse its all nearly forgotten. With only hints of his true strength, he easily slides Elyse on the bed until their thighs touch, his own fingers finding the folds of her silks, and deciding to rest on her hip. He's still daized, it can be heard in his voice. "I have been better, my love. You have news?" His own words do not match Elyse's whispers, but he does speak quietly.

Elyse nods, her vacant gaze falling into the darkened room, "Shhh," she whispers, "No one knows I am here," a mischevious grin which suddenly makes her look years later, and then is gone, letting his imagination work on how she managed to get in, blind no less, then continues, "Yes, news. But first I wanted to offer you comfort, my Love. I have been pining away my time waiting to speak with you alone. I can't imagine having to make such a tough decision as you had to over your Captain General." She leans her head to where her closest hand rests, lifting it enough to deliver a tender caress before raising her head again, "And I'm sorry my news deals with that man, and that it must come to stir you in the night, when you should be sleeping, but . . . " she sighs, moving to lay her head against him, she doesn't finish.

Her words might almost go unnoticed, as the kiss is placed on his lips, she doesn't exactly make her escape that easily. Theowyn's free hand moves to take her cheek into his possession, the warm and caressing fingers stroke lightly against her smooth skin before gathering her closer to him in one slow motion. "You are here. I love you, that is all that matters..." he whispers before their lips touch. The kiss is unrushed, his lips slowly stroking and caressing against hers as he draws her into a daring embrace.

Returning the kiss gently, she blushes, not realizing they were so close. Her hands are no longer trembling, however, and she curls up warm and close in his arms, "I'm sorry to wake you," she whispers, "But it would not do to offer you the comfort I wanted to give in front of anyone, especially Sohai," that causes her to frown a little, and give a tired sigh, "I wish I could stay long, but if they realize I am gone they will think someone has stolen me," she giggles quietly, "And I suspect Sohai will look here first, I fear." Then moves her lips toward you once more, "I have missed you so much my Darling. Please, reassure me that you are well? It makes me suffer to hear the strain of your station and not be able to offer you comfort."

The wanting breath can be heard after the second kiss, Theowyn's eyes finding no shyness in the manner they watch Elyse now. Each beautiful curve of her figure falls to his notice, that of her bosom that he can see, to the curve of her hips and legs. "Of course, you can not be here long," Theowyn agrees quietly, perhaps having double meaning in the words. He wants here, the lust and love is clear on his voice. And even with her insists to leave him soon, he does pull her within his embrace once more, that of another passionated kiss, though one that shows his tongue to penetrate her lips in a lustful motion. The kiss is loving though, and when it is released, Theowyn sighs contently. "I wish each evening was like this, my love. Whenever I leave these chambers there is an issue to discuss. In the late hours of the night, it is the only time I may rest, and even then I do not fall into a sleep quickly. I... I have missed you, my heart yearning for your touch."

The passion is met equally, her lips parting with that penetrating kiss and her own tongue momentarily dancing with Theowyn's. When he releases her from that lustful but tender kiss, she gasps for breath, her bosom heaving at first as she listens to his words, then lessening little by little until she whispers, "Me as well, Dearheart," Elyse's tone melancholy, "I worry for you. I worry for your nation," she shakes her head, her whispers seeming more urgent in tone, though her slender body continues to lounge in the Prince's grasp, "You must listen to me. There is a danger . . . "

"Danger...?" Theowyn asks, his voice ringing against the still of the night. The Warder is suddenly more so alert of his surroundings, and she can feel his hands tighten about her. "What have you to tell me, my love?"

Elyse nods fervently, but pauses with a bite on her lower lip to hear if the guards are entering, her own lithe form tensing within Theowyn's grasp, "Yes," she finally whispers, "I have it on good authority that many," okay, so she exaggerates, "of your soldiers are beginning to lose heart with the news of the relieving of Durnik's command . . . " she clutches you a little more, "Morale is so low, my Darling, that many are deciding to desert . . . and Sohai suggests to me that if this continues and war breaks Andor will be outmatched . . . " she bites her lower lip to keep from pouting prettily, but isn't too successful.

The First Prince of the Sword Theowyn entered the Briefing Room in the Barracks with Aislynn's most trusted: Gaidin Nicodemus, (Aislynn's Warder), Durnik (Captain-General), and Rio Sedai (Aislynn's Advisor). Captain Kellian also entered the barracks, the Captain being one that has received levels of distinction for his bravery in combat.

This all began at the Courtyard, when Prince Theowyn nearly surrounded the Captain-General with Queen's Guard, and interrupted a conversation that was just starting between Durnik and Lady Cherise Roesone. When Gaidin Nicodemus arrived, Captain Kellian was called. Rio Sedai arrived at the Barracks later.

The closed door meeting lasted most of the evening. At conclusion, Prince Thoewyn let it be known that Durnik was no longer the Captain-General of the Queen's Guard. An interesting announcement, to be sure, since Queen Aislynn took no part in the discussions. However the rumor about the barracks is that Theowyn has taken full and direct control of the Queen's Guard.

Was this a matter of politics? There has been fault attributed to Andor's handling of their sensative relations with Murandy. Has Durnik taken the fall for what transpired? Rumors blossom when there is no hint of fact.

Theowyn's fingers fondly move against Elyse's cheek. "I know, my love. I have had a Captain resign already," he tells her with a frown upon his features that can be heard through his voice. "I mistrust that man, I mistrust what he has done." The First Prince shrugs his shoulder at that, trying to find words, though putting them away for now. "How did you find your way within?" He doesn't exactly change the subject, not in his tone, but he does ask before he forgets too.

Elyse grins mischeviously, whispering as one hand finds its way to the back of the Prince's neck, fingering the hair there at the nape, "You didn't know about the secret passage?" She seems relieved that you know about the desertion already and doesn't linger on the awful subject.

Theowyn's eyes beam with both surprise and wonder. She can hear his head shake lightly from side to side, and the next certainly might surprise her. With one swift motion Elyse finds herself roling over-top of him and unto the bed, her back landing on the sheets. A dangerous move considering any scream could be noticed by the guards, but she would likely not be aware of the sheer size of the chambers and the distance to the door. Theowyn's chest brushes against hers as he steals away a quick kiss. "Secret passage, Princess? What in the Light...?"

Gasping and with a curt and soft yelp of astonishment, Elyse is easily swung over and onto her back. She breathes heavily, mostly from alarm, but grins, "Theowyn," she whispers in warning, then giggles, "Yes. In your closet, it leads to my wardrobe. How fortuitous, no?"

"Yes?" Theowyn responds to his name being called, as though catching no warning in her words. He places another light kiss on her lips, nothing threatening or deeply passionate, but enough to linger through their lips. It certainly does within him, and she can tell by the tone in his voice. "In my closet?" He is surprised at that. "I had only had the room for a year, and admit it was not explored there. It must have been put in place when the Palace was first built." Amusement shows on his voice. "Perhaps a First Prince was courting another Lady within the Palace, and wished their nightly afair to be kept secret?" he suggests.

"Yes?" Theowyn responds to his name being called, as though catching no warning in her words. He places another light kiss on her lips, nothing threatening or deeply passionate, but enough to linger through their lips. It certainly does within him, and she can tell by the tone in his voice. "In my closet?" He is surprised at that. "I had only had the room for a year, and admit it was not explored there. It must have been put in place when the Palace was first built." Amusement shows on his voice. "Perhaps a First Prince was courting another Lady within the Palace, and wished their nightly afair to be kept secret?" he suggests. (repose)

Elyse giggles again, blushing profusely, "I found it by accident, stumbling around in my wardrobe," returning the kisses affectionately, tenderly, her blank gaze upon the ceiling. "I must confess that the guardsmen who investigated it for me is under the impression I intend to have it walled up." Her arms close around as much of the Prince's muscular torso as possible, "I was willing to risk getting terminally lost in there, just to find your chambers. I had to be with you again, my Heart," she sighs, "if only for a little bit of time."

Theowyn's muscular torso would be available for her, the man naked from the waist up, and his hot flesh lightly rubbing against her breasts as he is playfully half over here. She can feel the stroking of her cheek as a warning before the warmth of his hand takes her. "Do not seal it up," he asks quietly, leaning forward to explore your lips. The kiss starts slowly, each motion barely applying pressure before it becomes more so. Theowyn parts your lips, his tongue showing hints of that lust as it reaches out for hers. One hand still holds her waist, guiding her hips more to the side and to his. A dangerous move, this late in the evening while they are alone, but the heated breath and kiss are all too telling of that.

Clinging to Theowyn's muscular form, for support, direction, and affection all, Elyse returns the lustful kiss, her tongue performing the dance with Theowyn's as it penetrates past her lips. Her bosom rising and falling visibly with the exertion and heat of the moment as she grips the prince more, pulling herself as close to him as possible, even in her nightshift and robe--and uncorsetted bosom, as apparent in such close proximity. Then suddenly, she tears herself away, turning her head, "Oh, Theowyn," she breathes heavily, "Please . . . stop . . . I," her voice plaintive though in a whisper.

Theowyn's lips fall to her cheek, the kiss there even lasting. The deep intake of breath can be heard, his wanting release sending waves of his warmth against her cheek. They are so near, so clear to the touching, Theowyn's own arousal not hidden from feel with their near proximity and less clothed state. The Prince closes his eyes, and she can feel the slight nodding, though his lips only part her cheek when he speaks. "I love you, I learn to have you, I yearn for your touch..." he admits with a heated breath. "I wish you to be my wife, Princess." Theowyn barely takes notice of his last words, spoken true and from the heart.

Elyse can't help but giggle, "Is that what Andorans call a proposal then, my Prince?" then moves to press her lips agains where she thinks is his cheek, given the placement of his own lips on her cheek. Her voice turns more sultry as she says next, "I love you too, my Heart. But I think, perhaps I should go, before my absense from my bed is noticed," she is still blushing, so its obviously also before something *else* happens, as well, though she doesn't speak of what.

"I would propose to you with the permissions of your father," Theowyn whispers, having already sent the letter though realizing it will be some days yet before it is received and responded too. The Prince doesn't make it easy, not exactly urging the release of their bodies from the embrace they share. "If you must go..." his voice tails with warmth, tease, and surely dislike for the proposal of Elyse leaving his bed.

Sighing, reluctantly, Elyse nods, "Gherta alone will have me in a chastity belt before I can even get a word in edgewise to the defense of my virtue." She smirks, "And Sohai will likely want to champion my virtue by trying to run you through, my Prince," but she's yet to fully move from your bed, her slender hands moving across the skin of your torso lightly, tentatively, and she gives another sigh, "I only hope I don't get lost in that passage and cause alarm in anycase."

"I know, Princess... it be best if we behaved ourselves." That agreement only partly shows on his voice, his wanting of her still there, though he does move away. "I will not get lost," he insists, offering Elyse a hinting smile that she will never see. "How am I to escort you back?"

Elyse smiles warmly, though sadly as she feels Theowyn withdraw, and props herself up on her elbows, her head facing the direction of his retracting voice, "I'll show you where the passage begins?" Then a pause, her tone hopeful, "Will you use it to visit me sometime?"

"I will," Theowyn promises, daring another hinting his upon her lip before he slowly pulls away. His hand captures her, and slowly guies her out of bed. This even he is far from modest with his eyes, though who could blame him considering.

Elyse returns the kiss warmly, tenderly, then is pulled off the bed with the Prince' guiding hand--she attempts to keep some modesty and grace as she crawls off, but isn't completely successful considering, "I love you," she murmurs gently, adoration in her warm tone.

"I love you," Theowyn repeats, pulling Elyse into a tender kiss as he aids her in standing. One hand slips around her waist, the thing silks doing little to hide the feel of her body. She is so near to him, the proximity and their near naked state causes focus to be difficult. Theowyn goes as far as to attempt to control the feelings with the void. Slowly, he guides her to the passageway of his closet, pushing asside the clothing, before realizing where it is. (assuming still opened)

Drake's Caemlyn position text field has been set to: Queen's Guard

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Elyse curls her lithe body against the Prince's as he escorts her to his closet, and finds the secret passage, "Found it, my Love?" she asks in a whisper.

Theowyn guides your body into the passageway in response. Certainly it is tight, Theowyn's broad shoulders having some cause of concern, but he does lead Elyse within. "When may I visit?"

Elyse smiles, following Theowyn's guiding hand closely, clutching tightly, "As often as you can get away, my Darling. Though I'm not certain how you are to know when I've retired and am in my chambers alone." She frowns in thought, though the passage is so dark, hard to say if it is seen or not.

"A messanger of some sort may work," Theowyn suggests, guiding their way through. "Though my chambers would be safer in terms of sound. Unless guards do not hang at your bed-chambers?" Theowyn would almost expect them too. Elyse can feel them reaching the end of the passage-way, Theowyn slowly and carefully leading her out.

At the entrance back into her own bedchambers, Elyse whispers even more softly, "Yes, my Love, perhaps that would be the case, since Sohai does post men at my bedchamber doors when I retire for the night. What do you suggest we do?"

"When you receive purple flowers, they are a call for you to visit in the evening if you wish," Theowyn does begin to whisper now, leading Elyse into her bed. She would feel the sheets, the Prince easily practically lifting her and placing her within.

Elyse bites her lower lip, whispering while tugging her sheets up to her bosom, her free hand moving to grasp some part of Theowyn, whichever is nearest, "Purple?"

"Is that not a good color for flowers?" Theowyn asks, beginning to tuck her into the bed, and placing a light kiss on her lips. "I'm certain the servants will let you know what color they are."

Elyse smiles, but seems uncertain just the same. She nods, "Of course, my Prince," in a whisper and returning the light kiss. "I hope you sleep better, Darling . . . goodnight." She smiles.

"Good night, my love." Theowyn steals away one more kiss before he can be heard slipping away through the passage-way, the trap-door closing behind him.