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Semi smutty writing? ;) More about desire maybe… anyways that was the goal

An Ardent Servant

Ihu motioned to Tawera to Come, so he did obediently, the ever faithful servant and High Commander of Ihu’s forces. He slowed upon nearing the Table. But Ihu motioned him forward again. Walking behind the Table, he stopped at Ihu’s right shoulder. The queen was seated to Ihu’s right as well. As Ihu turned to speak to him, Tawera caught a whiff of his queen’s perfume. It reminded him of the garden.

He had stumbled upon her alone in a very private garden. She was singing a song from her homeland quietly to herself. Drawn in, Tawera had come closer to her, moving off the path he’d been taking. He drew so close in fact, that she had noticed his presence. Continuing to sing softly, she turned to him and motioned for him to join her by patting the space next to her on the stone bench. Obediently, he had complied, sitting carefully next to the queen.

Carefree, she had sung the song until it was over. Tawera turned his helmeted head to her, “Beautiful, my queen.”

“Don’t call me that,” she was smiling big from the compliment.

He shrugged, “What should I call you?”  ”By my name.”  He shrugged again, “No. …I can’t do that.”

“I command it.”  He laughed gently, “Still no… it would be disrespectful to you and your spouse.”

She frowned slightly, then. “Don’t bring him up when we’re alone together, either.”  Taken aback, he had agreed. She changed the subject, “Isn’t the little pond beautiful? I’m having them put some fish in it… so I can watch them. …Something to do.” She shrugged.

He looked at her. She seemed saddened, frustrated maybe. “What’s wrong, Queen?” He immediately regretted asking such an intimate question, and in such a soft voice.

“I miss my freedom… I’m stuck here in the Palace ‘for my safety,’” she said in a sharp tone. Softening her voice, she continued, “If it weren’t for your companionship, I don’t know what I would do with myself. I can’t quite seem to make any real friends at Court.”  Tawera nodded, “Because you’re smart. Court is tricky. Full of liars and smoke and mirrors. Be careful.”  ”But I know I can always count on you, Tawera…” she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his torso.

He froze. He didn’t think about how his heart started beating fast, or how his lower stomach had flip flopped. Sitting stoically, he inhaled slowly to stay Calm. That was when he had smelled it, a beautiful mix of scents he had only ever smelled the likes of on her.

He realized Ihu was speaking and snapped himself back to the present.

“I need you to escort my wife back to our rooms. …She’s a bit…inebriated,” Ihu said somewhat disapprovingly. Tawera looked at her. She seemed fine, sitting primly in place. He looked back to his liege. Nodding, he tapped her shoulder lightly. She turned slowly.

“My queen, with me,” he commented softly.

The queen stood slowly, dignified. Taking his offered hand, she put her arm in Tawera’s before he could stop her. Clearing his throat, he readjusted her arm a bit and took off slowly, taking her to her private rooms. It was then he realized she was, in fact, drunk. She started to lean heavily on him as soon as the two of them had exited the banquet hall.

“I’m a lil… tipsy, shall we say…” she confessed.

Tawera nodded. “It’s okay, I’m here to take you home.”  ”Mmm, no better outcome to my foolery,” she turned herself slightly and pressed her breast against his upper arm. Inflamed, he calmly readjusted her, for decency’s sake. The queen continued speaking, slightly slurring her words, “Take me to the parlor, will you. I need extra help tonight…”

He nodded stoically. That was fine. He counted his steps to distract himself. Reaching the outer door to her inner sanctum, he nodded to the guards who let the pair pass. He took her through a few rooms, each smaller and more intimate than the last. Finally, they were at their destination. He looked around the room curiously. It was redecorated from the only other time he’d been in here. The color was —

“Do you like it?” She blurted out. He turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were hopeful.

“I… what am I liking, specifically, Queen?”  “The color.”  He checked the room out again. It was green… a very specific, familiar shade of green. “Has Ihu seen this?” He asked casually, mouth dry.

“No, he doesn’t come in here, this is my Private Space now.” She snuggled into Tawera’s upper arm again. It dawned on Tawera he’d made a mistake. No one should be in here, if the queen’s spouse wasn’t allowed. Especially a man. He extricated himself from her gently. “Well, goodnight, Queen…” he said too softly.

“You don’t have to go,” she commented, grabbing him by the elbow as he tried to turn away. He stopped, frozen for a second. Then he shook her off, “No, I should not be here.”

“But I want you here.”

He swallowed hard. Calmly, he explained, “I need to go before an indecent amount of time has passed since we walked past those guards.” He turned his head to look at her from under his helmet.

She shook her head, “I’m your queen, no? Can’t I command you to stay?”  ”No.” He chose not to elaborate. It wouldn’t help anyway.

“Then what good is my title, if I can’t even get you to stay with me?”  He casually turned away from her, “Goodnight, Queen.” Slowly, he exited the queen’s parlor. He then proceeded to exit his leige’s private suites swiftly. Returning to the party, he sat next to Ihu, in the queen’s seat. He noticed she had left something behind, halfway under her glass. It was concealed so it was on the wrong side for Ihu to notice it. As the night went on, Tawera carefully picked it up, sliding it into his glove for later inspection.

***

In the early morning, Tawera finally made it to his room. It was a modest space; his request. He didn’t feel entitled to all the finery Ihu had tried to provide him. Taking his hemet off, he carefully placed it on its stand and got ready for bed. Finally, in his sleep clothes, he carefully pulled the Item out of the secret pocket in his glove. It was a piece of paper, folded several times. He opened it curiously. Something fell to the ground. He watched it land. It was a seed. He knew to which tree, as they were very distinct looking seeds.

Picking it up, he didn’t think about the time under the Manuka tree. The queen’s hands had found his belt buckle, and casually held onto it as she spoke to him about Court. Complaining about Court being nothing but frenemies, her hands became gradually heavier, pulling on the buckle.

He refused to remember the filthy thoughts that had run through his head at the time. Chastely, he put the seed back in the paper and refolded the packet. Taking it to bed, he put it under his pillow and laid down in the dark. Not allowing any more thoughts to form, he closed his eyes and concentrated on sleep.

***

“My Lord Tawera, join me on a turn around the garden,” the queen simpered, looping her arm into his. She tried to drag him with her. He turned his helmeted head to her, “My queen, you grace me with your presence this afternoon?”

Smiling, she nodded. This time when she pulled him, he followed.

Escorting her around the public garden, he got an update on how miserable Court was making her. But, the fish had arrived in the pond, so that was good. “Do you want to see them, Lord Tawera?” She announced.

“If that’s what you want, my queen,” he obliged, feeling very soft. She tugged on him again and he let her lead him all the way there. The two of them ended up under the Manuka tree. He realized this was by her design. Feeling a sense of impending doom, he quietly allowed her to pull him down into a seated position under it.

“I have fond memories of this tree, you know.” Her voice held a twinge of expectation in it.

Tawera thought of the Seed, but said nothing.

“Don’t you have something to say?” She asked.

He tilted his head at her, “Like what, Queen?” He carefully controlled his tone.  His eyes widened as he felt her hand on his upper thigh.

“Queen,” he said thickly, as it slowly slid up towards his groin. She stopped just before reaching it.

“Don’t you have something to say?” She repeated.

He couldn’t speak or he would moan. Her fingers were centimeters away from him.

“Do you want me to?” She murmured softly, taking her free hand and placing it at her collar bones. As he delayed responding, she slowly let it drop down to her chest. She was wearing a low cut dress. He watched as she gripped the hem of it. Sliding it down, she asked, “Do you want me to?”

Swallowing hard, Tawera tried to tell her to stop. But he was still afraid to make any utterances. He wasn’t sure what was going to come out of his mouth.

“Do you…?” She pulled the dress down another few centimeters. He gawked from under his helmet. He became fully aware of how urgent his need was already. His mind betrayed him and he thought of her under him. Trying to slow his breathing, he stopped himself from going any further mentally. He did not wonder what her lips would feel like, pressing into his.

“Tawera… we’re alone… no one comes here but me and you, when you let me take you here.”

Time froze as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Finally, he rumbled, “I serve our Liege.” But his voice had the unmistakeable edge of desire to it.

“Don’t speak of him, when we’re alone together,” she pressed her fingers more firmly into his hip crease.

“Queen, I —“ Tawera heard footfalls. He leapt up into a fighting stance, blood hot from her ministrations and his own imagination. He gasped and dropped to one knee, “My Lord.”

“Hi, you two. Whatcha up to?” Ihu sounded congenial.

Tawera answered after the queen didn’t, “Just sitting and talking with the queen.”

“Hm, cool. Listen, Tawera I need you to come to dinner tonight… it’s with some diplomats and I might need your finesse.”  Tawera nodded obediently. “Of course.” He stood casually.

“Well. Let’s go. I need to prepare you…” Ihu turned and started back towards the entrance to your garden.

Tawera looked down at the queen. She had remained seated. He didn’t know what to say. Finally, he said softly, “Queen.” Then he was off, putting her out of his mind.

***

“My queen,” Tawera nodded formally at her as she walked past him.

“Lord Tawera,” she responded, giving him a lingering look. He worried it was obvious.

All throughout dinner, he kept glancing at her, grateful for his helmet. Standing off to the side of the Table, he tried to ignore the way the fabric of her dress clung to her body. During dessert, he purposely ignored the way she ate, licking the spoon in a way that made him Feel Things.

Afterwards, she sauntered over to him through the small crowd. “Lord Tawera, I’m tired, escort me home.”

“As you wish, my queen,” He took her offered arm and put it in his.

“Tawera,” she said as soon as they were alone.

“What, Queen?” He was curious.

“Do you want me to finish what I started, earlier? Under the tree? Come to my parlor.” Her voice was soft and inviting.

He swallowed hard, feeling very Hot suddenly. He kept his gait steady. She pressed herself into him again. “You gonna talk?”

“Queen,” he started, then stopped. Finally he continued, “I am ever your servant, but nothing more.”  “Don’t deny we have something between us,” she accused plainly.

Tawera shook his head, “Queen, you are the spouse of my Liege and friend.”

“We don’t even care for each other. We don’t sleep together. Not even in the same bed. I’m alone in bed, every night, and you know what I think about?” Tawera tried to interrupt her, but she continued, “Spreading my legs for you. Spreading them for you and then wrapping them around you.”

He gasped and stopped in his tracks. She spun around him, coming to stop in front of him. He looked down her dress to stare at her tits.

“Tawera, come to bed with me. Tonight. I can’t wait anymore.”

His mind blanked as he unconsciously gripped her by her upper arms. He resisted picking her up.

“Queen, I can’t,” he whined.

“Yes you can,” she grabbed his belt buckle again. He groaned this time, unable to stop himself.

“I know you want me too. So have me.” Tawera grunted as she placed a hand against his hip crease. It was again centimeters from him. “I can tell you want me…” She moved her hand ever so slightly closer to his groin.

Delirious, Tawera took a step back from her, releasing her arms. “I can’t, Queen. I can’t,” he pleaded.

Unyielding, she was intent on breaking him. “Come to bed with me.”

Heart beating wildly and nearly insane with lust, he opened his mouth, “Queen —“ He heard a noise, “My queen—“ he corrected and quickly continued, “please let me escort you home. Before someone sees us.”  She walked to his side again and put her arm through his. Wordlessly, she let him take her home. He stopped inside the room before the Green Parlor. “I’ll leave you here, Queen,” he tried and failed to not sound very soft.

“You’re already here; it requires zero effort for you to stay,” her voice was demanding, angry almost.

“I cannot—“

She flung herself at him, kissing his helmet where his mouth would be. He stood very still as she cooed, “You don’t wanna stay?”

“Queen, I value you very much.” He fought off her hands. Holding her wrists in one of his powerful hands, he continued, “Goodnight, Queen…” But he hesitated.

“You’re not leaving, Tawera. Be my lover. Stay.”

His grip on her wrists increased, “I- I was seen coming in the front entrance with you —“  ”Is anyone really going to accuse us of anything? I mean, who would have the balls to accuse you of anything, especially something like this?”

“I made oaths to Ihu. I will not break them.” But still he didn’t let go.

“Tawera…” she struggled slightly in his grasp. He released her. Her hands went to his chest. Heart pounding, he imagined them sliding downwards, to his belt buckle, past it…

He turned and made a hasty retreat.

Once he was safely in his room, he pulled his helmet off and sat on his bed. He thought about visiting a certain type of establishment to relieve himself. But, it wouldn’t really help. Then he would feel guilty for being unfaithful.

Quietly, he undressed and readied himself for bed. Slipping between the soft sheets, he didn’t wonder what the queen was up to. He didn’t think about her lying in bed, legs spread, waiting for him. He considered other women, trying to find someone interesting. But it was no use. He stuck his hand under his pillow and found the folded piece of paper that held the Seed. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he eventually fell asleep.

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