imperial--ambitions-blog

[imperial--ambitions-blog]

Feeling the warmth of her tender lips upon his skin, the monarch could do little more than exhale deeply, slowly, letting out all of his frustrations, his worries, and more. He hid his uncertainty of himself with a tightening of his jaw, locking eyes with the only one that mattered to him.

“Father worked tirelessly - and look where it left him. The line of Charles the Great will not falter here, though.” His hand trailed it’s way along her skin, so delicate, sliding his fingers up her side, before stopping. Planting a single, solitary kiss upon her lips, he continued.

“And above all - now more than every have Father’s old advisers been pressuring me into taking a wife. To secure my line, to weaken the claim of my brothers, to gain a political ally. They give me plenty of reasons. If I did not have a crown upon my head, I would simply take you for a wife - then there would be no doubt as to the strength of their blood, of their capabilities as a ruler..”

Leaving his words unfinished, he took notice once more of her lips, and their proximity to his own. Kissing her again, simply taking in her taste, he felt as if he could conquer anything. 

Midnight Frustrations

Long had it been since he had been in her arms. 

Too long. Ever since the death of their father, the Emperor Robert I, had they been separated. Pulled apart by the machinations of their brothers, power hungry traitors who ignored kinship in search of a higher crown. A crown, that rightfully belonged to himself. 

He was Crown Prince, by birth and blood, the heir to the Carolingian Empire. Upon his father’s death, he could have expected to become Emperor Charles V, of the line of Charlemagne. But instead, he was the lesser status of King Charles IV of France. 

It infuriated him, and he found no solace…

Except in the arms of his love - his forbidden fruit, his secret and most true lady…His younger sister, Adela. 

Tonight, his passion overtook his sense - and he crept into her chambers late that evening. There had been much on his mind as of late, and he felt he could hold it in no longer - yet he did not talk with others usually, it was not his nature…So he went to her. 

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Immediately he went to her side, resting his head upon her porcelain shoulder. She was warm, close, and above all - just her presence soothed his troubled mind. Snaking a hand across the sheets to interlock with her own, her touch sending shivers down his spine. This was his only indulgence - the sole vice of a King who was devoted to his duty. 

“Adela..” His voice, normally solid, unbending, and hard, had turned softer. He could truly be himself around her, releasing the boundaries which the trivialities of kingship made it necessary to erect. He held no individual close to his heart bar her, the love he once held for his other siblings, killed - the day they turned against him. 

“Troubled is the simplest way to put it.” Furrowing his dark brow, he could not help but clench her hand tighter, out of both a sense of security, and anger. “In the east, our baby brother Louis has declared himself King of Germania. In the south, Francis has been anointed with the Iron Crown of Lombardy, and been proclaimed King of Italy...”

A sad smile took form upon Charles’ defined lips, as he paused for a moment. “The truly humorous part, my dearest, is that upon my coronation as Emperor, they were going to receive crowns. What could I have done to make my own blood hate me so? Has God turned his back on me, a devoted son, a loyal brother, for no reason other than that he favors another of our House?”  

Midnight Frustrations

Long had it been since he had been in her arms. 

Too long. Ever since the death of their father, the Emperor Robert I, had they been separated. Pulled apart by the machinations of their brothers, power hungry traitors who ignored kinship in search of a higher crown. A crown, that rightfully belonged to himself. 

He was Crown Prince, by birth and blood, the heir to the Carolingian Empire. Upon his father’s death, he could have expected to become Emperor Charles V, of the line of Charlemagne. But instead, he was the lesser status of King Charles IV of France. 

It infuriated him, and he found no solace…

Except in the arms of his love - his forbidden fruit, his secret and most true lady…His younger sister, Adela. 

Tonight, his passion overtook his sense - and he crept into her chambers late that evening. There had been much on his mind as of late, and he felt he could hold it in no longer - yet he did not talk with others usually, it was not his nature…So he went to her. 

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Midnight Frustrations

Long had it been since he had been in her arms. 

Too long. Ever since the death of their father, the Emperor Robert I, had they been separated. Pulled apart by the machinations of their brothers, power hungry traitors who ignored kinship in search of a higher crown. A crown, that rightfully belonged to himself. 

He was Crown Prince, by birth and blood, the heir to the Carolingian Empire. Upon his father’s death, he could have expected to become Emperor Charles V, of the line of Charlemagne. But instead, he was the lesser status of King Charles IV of France. 

It infuriated him, and he found no solace...

Except in the arms of his love - his forbidden fruit, his secret and most true lady...His younger sister, Adela. 

Tonight, his passion overtook his sense - and he crept into her chambers late that evening. There had been much on his mind as of late, and he felt he could hold it in no longer - yet he did not talk with others usually, it was not his nature...So he went to her.