#tawn x ahri

[tawnryu]

The roads beyond the courts and the mainland's weren’t those within their borders dared to venture out on, at least not without a squadron to protect them. Stories of highwaymen and demons risen from the depths of earth kept them tucked away in their beds while Tawn headed out without thought as dawn peaked on the horizon towards the home of a girl, that he could only pray had desires to be whisked away to become a queen. “Think she’ll be happy to be a princess?” A muttering to his horse as he slid from its back, receiving nothing but a kick up of dirt in response. There wasn’t time left to debate what he was sent to do, securing his horse and making the move towards the address slapped down in front of him the evening prior. Three rapid knocks on the door only seemed to echo and  without a thought for teachings of patience, he knocked thrice more and calling out as he did so. “Hello?” 

[yeonahris]

The mere though of indulging in a sexual endeavor while guards rushed to evacuate everyone seemed inappropriate, but who was to tell her that she shouldn't do such a thing. "You're being ridiculous, Tawn." Ahri resisted the urge to slam him against Paramount walls, glancing over his shoulders to catch glimpse of two unusual shadows before returning her attention to him. "I understand your role is to protect me at all costs, but you have to think about how fucking angry I would be if someone hurt you." Her fingertips grazed the outline of his eyebrow, humming under her breath while her body pressed up against his own. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, I'm already annoyed with this war situation, and my body has yet to be touched--" Ahri halted her words, removing herself from his grasp when she spotted a pair of guards walking in their direction. "What the fuck is it now?" Her tone came off whiny, everything was working against her frustrations today, and it was starting to become bothersome. The guards halted, bowed before speaking, "Your Majesty, there has been multiple bodies slaughtered in the ball room and the two men have been captured who we think staged the coup." Interesting, Ahri was expecting news about Seven Seas peace proposal not knowledge on the blood stating her marble floors. "I'm assuming the men are being held at the scene of the crime?" Both guards nod, she turned her head slightly towards Tawn. "Shall we?" Her footsteps were heavy, echoing throughout the empty hallways as guards followed a few feet behind. Ahri directed the conversation to Tawn as she walked, irritation flowing through each word. "Any ideas who would do this? Why slaughter people in Paramount? How bad do you think this could turn out, be honest with me, really bad?"

[tawnryu]

The ball had erupted several questions amongst Paramount, whether the tensions of the houses would be suited for them to accept Strife’s invitation, while it had been a political catastrophe - Tawn had found himself on a personal quest instead. He had bid his time after the invitations had arrived, doubting the logistics of his plan until the final moment. His fingers seized around a large box topped with an array of flowers, easily dismissed as a gift for the Queen from someone else and not himself as he breezed through the corridors towards Ahri’s quarters. “Master Tawn.” The guard did not bat an eyelid as he passed, even though Tawn found himself clutching the box tighter to his chest as he approached her bedroom. Several voices alerted him to the maids that were in the room before he turned the corner to enter, but he chose not to speak over the conversation they held with Ahri. He followed his usual pattern of walking the parameters of the room, checking the interiors of Ahri’s bathroom and closet for listening ears, the box in his hands placed on the edge of the dresser in passing before returning to the door. His eyes came to the maids who were busying themselves to leave, his fingers resting on the handle as they bowed to Ahri and then to him as they filed from the room, and he clicked the door to a close behind them. Content that they were alone, he strode across the centre of the room and brought his chest against her back, arms wound around her waist and halting her from escaping him before he had the opportunity to speak. “I have a question for you, my Queen.” A whisper despite their lack of an audience, but he did not doubt that his grand plan would receive dismissal from the entire council. His lips were so close to her ear, that it was impossible not to settle a kiss on her skin. “How do you feel about sneaking away with me tonight?”

[tawnryu]

The hint of upheaval had been enough in recent weeks for the council to demand attention, between a growth of tensions and inner house issues, there had been neverending meetings that were beginning to grate on Tawn’s nerves. Parchment clutched in his fist the latest list of demands and at the top had been an audience with Ahri, his feet heavy on the stairs and just the sound of his oncoming had staff scattering to give way to him. “Your majesty,” Tawn’s voice rose softly, knuckles rapping a beat later on the door. “The council have requested your presence.” He edged forward with no informalities rolling from his tongue until he had been assured of a room devoid of staff. Eyes scanning over the crevices that typically held maids or ladies-in-waiting, darting from the wardrobe to the dresser and towards the bathroom door; content to find the room empty except for the woman who could destroy him with a glance. “I’m to advise it’s urgent,” his eyes rolled at the fact, unravelling the parchment that had been balled in his hand, “but in my own opinion, I think you should let the bastards wait an extra ten minutes, or maybe an hour."

[tawnryu]

“If you’re going to be so picky, would you like me to add a length requirement to your suitors list?” Playful in tone, Tawn didn’t dare to dwell on the idea of her endless suitor's list for long, focusing on fixing himself back into his trousers before those outside grew impatient. His gaze was accustomed to staring down the door and often missing the blissful moments happening right in front of him, but he couldn’t risk a glance of a maid or a guard that would carry news of their relationship. Although his eyes were diverted, the movements of his hands were instinctive as she rose, fingers grazing from the tip of her pinky finger to the edge of her palm and siding down to her elbows where he momentarily seized her. Thumbs rolling in a matching rhythm over the soft skin in the crook of her arm, an action to confirm that he was listening to every word until he was satisfied with their isolation and he brought her his full attention at the same moment that a smile spread onto his lips. “The lingerie the maids brought up earlier, did you see it?” A nonchalance to his question, a temptation to hunt down his initial gift sent earlier in the day but he couldn’t peel his eyes away once she was draped in the gown he’d commissioned. Even without fastenings, she had outdone the visions that he’d conjured in his mind, and he did not hesitate to circle her on request. He wrapped the strings of the corset around his palms, gently fixing each crossing of the silk until he was satisfied. Abruptly tugging, guiding the fabric to cinch perfectly at her waist and in the same breath, he planted a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I want you to wear the panties I chose.” Voice a mere whisper against her skin, careful fingers working the remaining ribbon into a bow, and he beamed with pride that it was certainly enough to pass the scornful eye of Lovette. “Last year, a pair decided to fuck on stage, and the year before that there was a literal duel for a woman who turned out to be one of their mothers. You’re guaranteed drama.” He smoothed his hands over her waist and down to her hip, drawing her closer until they were taut together. Chin rested on the drop of her shoulder, enjoying the sound of her calling him her husband, even if it would never be their true reality. “You’ll be my wife tonight and in our next lives, and every life after it, I promise.” Sweetness coated his voice, hopeful that if they lived another life, they would be given the chance to live it freely. 

Her actions were daring especially with the staff outside of her door awaiting orders, but Ahri couldn't care less who heard her moaning throughout the night as Tawn managed to pleasure her unlike any other man. It was the thought of rumors being spread far enough for the council to hear, but it would be easy for her to deny besides a Queen may have plenty of fun during this seasonal drought. Once he filled her mouth, Ahri swallowed the warm liquid before licking her bottom lip ensuring nothing was left lingering on her mouth. “You taste salty.” Fingers brushed against the corner of her lips, a simple clean-up as she used her free hand to gently stroke his sensitive length. “Is it possible for you to get smaller? The last man I was who fucked me had a few more inches to offer.” Ahri cocked her eyebrow, rising from her knees with a mischievous smile appearing on her lips. Her teasing was due to the consequences of his actions, speaking about how he enjoyed the silence as she gagged on his length. “How would you like me tonight?” She asked with a sweet tone as she pulled the gown out from the steel blue hanger. “Panties or no panties?” Ahri carefully stepped her foot through the center of the gown, raising the fabric enough for her arms to slide through the sleeves. His choice was remarkable, the way her breast sat perfectly along the lace yet not too much for overflow. It would look even better once Lovette rushed in to tighten the gown, but she had a better idea. “Would you mind helping me?” Ahri helplessly requested when all she wanted was for her hands to explore her body, even the mere thought of him standing behind her as he tugged on the corset buckled her knees. “Do you think we will see any drama tonight? I’ve heard plenty of stories before becoming Queen about this ball. Many scandals, sex, and possibly drugs.” She could only imagine everyone attending, faces covered meant a free pass for anyone, and anything would be possible tonight. Possible starting with declaring Tawn as her husband, impossible would be thinking she could have him every night–sleep next to him every night. It was just a masquerade ball. “I’m glad you’re my husband tonight.”

[yeonahris]

Her actions were daring especially with the staff outside of her door awaiting orders, but Ahri couldn't care less who heard her moaning throughout the night as Tawn managed to pleasure her unlike any other man. It was the thought of rumors being spread far enough for the council to hear, but it would be easy for her to deny besides a Queen may have plenty of fun during this seasonal drought. Once he filled her mouth, Ahri swallowed the warm liquid before licking her bottom lip ensuring nothing was left lingering on her mouth. “You taste salty.” Fingers brushed against the corner of her lips, a simple clean-up as she used her free hand to gently stroke his sensitive length. “Is it possible for you to get smaller? The last man I was who fucked me had a few more inches to offer.” Ahri cocked her eyebrow, rising from her knees with a mischievous smile appearing on her lips. Her teasing was due to the consequences of his actions, speaking about how he enjoyed the silence as she gagged on his length. “How would you like me tonight?” She asked with a sweet tone as she pulled the gown out from the steel blue hanger. “Panties or no panties?” Ahri carefully stepped her foot through the center of the gown, raising the fabric enough for her arms to slide through the sleeves. His choice was remarkable, the way her breast sat perfectly along the lace yet not too much for overflow. It would look even better once Lovette rushed in to tighten the gown, but she had a better idea. “Would you mind helping me?” Ahri helplessly requested when all she wanted was for her hands to explore her body, even the mere thought of him standing behind her as he tugged on the corset buckled her knees. “Do you think we will see any drama tonight? I’ve heard plenty of stories before becoming Queen about this ball. Many scandals, sex, and possibly drugs.” She could only imagine everyone attending, faces covered meant a free pass for anyone, and anything would be possible tonight. Possible starting with declaring Tawn as her husband, impossible would be thinking she could have him every night–sleep next to him every night. It was just a masquerade ball. “I’m glad you’re my husband tonight.”

It wouldn’t take much more to unravel him, his entire frame alight with every move that Ahri made, and as she gagged on him, it only pushed him further. One hand had been secured in the back of her head, tousling her hair into knots that wouldn’t bide well for him later, while the other had tucked under her chin. Index finger caressing her jaw in a soft motion despite the shockwaves that had him thrusting his hips in motion with her mouth, and his thumb swiping away the drool that had escaped her lips. “Trust me, I’ve got the better view.” She was a beauty on any occasion, a woman that any man would lay his life for, and the image of her now would have him sacrificing an entire army for her. He clenched the underside of her chin briefly, her teasing had his moans threatening to be heard by those stationed outside, and he couldn’t allow it. Groans eased into a hiccup of laughter as he pushed the back of her head at the same motion that had he bucked his hips with more vigour than he had previously. “I might have to get you like this more often, you’re quiet on your knees.” His laughter was caught off by the abrupt knock on the door, and he titled backwards, watching the door handle for a slither of movement. He didn’t like his chances of survival being caught with his trousers around his ankles and the Queen sucking down on his length. “Five minutes, Lovette. She’s perfecting her hair.” With that, he smoothed the hair that he’d disturbed, although it had been of little benefit once Ahri spoke again. He allowed himself to rest against the edge of the bed at her push, his legs ready to buckle as the coil in his abdomen was unravelling. “Ah, fuck. Ahri, now.”Groan locked between gritted teeth, his attempt to warn her a few seconds too late as a swarm of heat pulsed and erupted an ecstasy that he had no qualms in releasing into her mouth. He had forced his eyes to watch her, a sight that would draw him to her for the rest of the night, and a reminder that he would find the opportunity to pay her back in kind.

[tawnryu]

It wouldn’t take much more to unravel him, his entire frame alight with every move that Ahri made, and as she gagged on him, it only pushed him further. One hand had been secured in the back of her head, tousling her hair into knots that wouldn’t bide well for him later, while the other had tucked under her chin. Index finger caressing her jaw in a soft motion despite the shockwaves that had him thrusting his hips in motion with her mouth, and his thumb swiping away the drool that had escaped her lips. “Trust me, I’ve got the better view.” She was a beauty on any occasion, a woman that any man would lay his life for, and the image of her now would have him sacrificing an entire army for her. He clenched the underside of her chin briefly, her teasing had his moans threatening to be heard by those stationed outside, and he couldn’t allow it. Groans eased into a hiccup of laughter as he pushed the back of her head at the same motion that had he bucked his hips with more vigour than he had previously. “I might have to get you like this more often, you’re quiet on your knees.” His laughter was caught off by the abrupt knock on the door, and he titled backwards, watching the door handle for a slither of movement. He didn’t like his chances of survival being caught with his trousers around his ankles and the Queen sucking down on his length. “Five minutes, Lovette. She’s perfecting her hair.” With that, he smoothed the hair that he’d disturbed, although it had been of little benefit once Ahri spoke again. He allowed himself to rest against the edge of the bed at her push, his legs ready to buckle as the coil in his abdomen was unravelling. “Ah, fuck. Ahri, now.”Groan locked between gritted teeth, his attempt to warn her a few seconds too late as a swarm of heat pulsed and erupted an ecstasy that he had no qualms in releasing into her mouth. He had forced his eyes to watch her, a sight that would draw him to her for the rest of the night, and a reminder that he would find the opportunity to pay her back in kind.

Her mouth engulfed every inch of his length until the tip grazed the back of her throat, movements increasing in speed as she began to gag from her actions. The extra saliva became a haven making it easier for her to swallow him down, Ahri knew from the minute he walked into her bedroom that she would be on her knees one way or another. Her excuse was the way he addressed her as his wife, but it had been on her mind all day and she was thankful for his spontaneous visit. “I enjoy the view from down here.” Ahri twirled her tongue around the circumference of his length as if she were indulging in a midnight snack. Using the strength in her hand to gently squeeze any precum along her lips before slipping the tip back into the warmth of her mouth, toying with the sensitivity, hallowing out her cheeks to mimic walls tightening around him. It was the knock at the door that startled her, Ahri remained on her knees as she continued to bob her head before popping his length out from the inside of her cheek. “Your carriage will be ready soon, Your Highness.” Lovette was a loyal subject, preparing everything in secret for her Queen, and with loyalty came patience as she waited for a response. “Answer her, Tawn.” The words slipped as an order as she returned to her session of delivering pleasure, Ahri allowed the arousal to push her limits with her mouth as she moved at a sloppy pace. She finally understood why every woman was after him because he was more than capable of bruising the back of ladies' throats. All she needed was a victory, a prize to fill the inside of her mouth with what she earned after diligently pushing him to the edge. Her hands pushed his hips against the bed frame, throat begging her to stop as she pulled away gasping for air, only to return shortly after to consume him once more. “Fill my mouth then we can leave. Does that sound alright to you?” She couldn't wait to feel him squirm inside of her mouth, thinking about it caused a moan to vibrate against his length adding to the pleasure; Ahri found herself dedicated to the motions of her head game, practicing in early years gave her an advantage, and to display that talent for Tawn had her content.

[yeonahris]

Her mouth engulfed every inch of his length until the tip grazed the back of her throat, movements increasing in speed as she began to gag from her actions. The extra saliva became a haven making it easier for her to swallow him down, Ahri knew from the minute he walked into her bedroom that she would be on her knees one way or another. Her excuse was the way he addressed her as his wife, but it had been on her mind all day and she was thankful for his spontaneous visit. “I enjoy the view from down here.” Ahri twirled her tongue around the circumference of his length as if she were indulging in a midnight snack. Using the strength in her hand to gently squeeze any precum along her lips before slipping the tip back into the warmth of her mouth, toying with the sensitivity, hallowing out her cheeks to mimic walls tightening around him. It was the knock at the door that startled her, Ahri remained on her knees as she continued to bob her head before popping his length out from the inside of her cheek. “Your carriage will be ready soon, Your Highness.” Lovette was a loyal subject, preparing everything in secret for her Queen, and with loyalty came patience as she waited for a response. “Answer her, Tawn.” The words slipped as an order as she returned to her session of delivering pleasure, Ahri allowed the arousal to push her limits with her mouth as she moved at a sloppy pace. She finally understood why every woman was after him because he was more than capable of bruising the back of ladies' throats. All she needed was a victory, a prize to fill the inside of her mouth with what she earned after diligently pushing him to the edge. Her hands pushed his hips against the bed frame, throat begging her to stop as she pulled away gasping for air, only to return shortly after to consume him once more. “Fill my mouth then we can leave. Does that sound alright to you?” She couldn't wait to feel him squirm inside of her mouth, thinking about it caused a moan to vibrate against his length adding to the pleasure; Ahri found herself dedicated to the motions of her head game, practicing in early years gave her an advantage, and to display that talent for Tawn had her content.

“You give up your title and we all fall with you.” Tawn was gentle as he reached for her face, stroking along her jaw and the underside of her chin, wishing that there was a way for her to walk away where the house they stood in wouldn’t crumble. It would make both their lives easier, they could be together without century-old restrictions keeping them apart. A simple life with her would have been enough for him. “You won’t be attending the ball as a queen tonight, you will get to be like everyone else.” He was thankful for the theme that Strife presented this year, an opportunity for royals to slip into the role of an ordinary socialite, and he could have one night where he would know what it was like to be Ahri’s equal. He was distracted by the mask, the smile as she secured it only increasing once her dress pooled on the floor at his feet. A view he was privy to on most nights yet he drank her in like it was the first time, hands wasting no time on clutching her waist. “I don’t think they’ll believe you’re my wife.” The moment that had her on her knees was so swift that his hand were grappling with air for several seconds. It hadn’t been the reaction that he was expecting when his gesture had been so small in the scale of their lives but he was not in no position that he wished to deter her. “If this is what being your husband would be like, we’re never coming back.” Laughter rose although it was brief, snuffed out by the downward rush of blood once her fingers had touched him, and his gaze locked on the eyes that would be the death of him. This was a Queen, his Queen, on her knees in front of him; a sight that he wouldn’t tire of, watching her lips mould around him and the sparking sensation that had him moaning in a matter of seconds. “Fuck, Ahri.” A satisfactory hiss, head thrown back and his eyes darting to the door, relief flooding through him to know that the maids had closed it firmly behind them. His hand subconsciously shifted to rest against the back of her head, hips swaying with the movement of her mouth, unable to stop the moans that surfaced from the base of his throat. “You’re a goddamn dream.” It was a breathless confession, lost in an array of groans and in a twist of his frame, the release from the pit of his abdomen had his hands seeking refuge. Nothing to hold onto but her, fingers locked in her hair and doing his best not to tug abruptly while he lost himself to the motion of her mouth.

[tawnryu]

“You give up your title and we all fall with you.” Tawn was gentle as he reached for her face, stroking along her jaw and the underside of her chin, wishing that there was a way for her to walk away where the house they stood in wouldn’t crumble. It would make both their lives easier, they could be together without century-old restrictions keeping them apart. A simple life with her would have been enough for him. “You won’t be attending the ball as a queen tonight, you will get to be like everyone else.” He was thankful for the theme that Strife presented this year, an opportunity for royals to slip into the role of an ordinary socialite, and he could have one night where he would know what it was like to be Ahri’s equal. He was distracted by the mask, the smile as she secured it only increasing once her dress pooled on the floor at his feet. A view he was privy to on most nights yet he drank her in like it was the first time, hands wasting no time on clutching her waist. “I don’t think they’ll believe you’re my wife.” The moment that had her on her knees was so swift that his hand were grappling with air for several seconds. It hadn’t been the reaction that he was expecting when his gesture had been so small in the scale of their lives but he was not in no position that he wished to deter her. “If this is what being your husband would be like, we’re never coming back.” Laughter rose although it was brief, snuffed out by the downward rush of blood once her fingers had touched him, and his gaze locked on the eyes that would be the death of him. This was a Queen, his Queen, on her knees in front of him; a sight that he wouldn’t tire of, watching her lips mould around him and the sparking sensation that had him moaning in a matter of seconds. “Fuck, Ahri.” A satisfactory hiss, head thrown back and his eyes darting to the door, relief flooding through him to know that the maids had closed it firmly behind them. His hand subconsciously shifted to rest against the back of her head, hips swaying with the movement of her mouth, unable to stop the moans that surfaced from the base of his throat. “You’re a goddamn dream.” It was a breathless confession, lost in an array of groans and in a twist of his frame, the release from the pit of his abdomen had his hands seeking refuge. Nothing to hold onto but her, fingers locked in her hair and doing his best not to tug abruptly while he lost himself to the motion of her mouth.

The wonders of Strife were just that to Ahri as she rarely paid attention to the her assigned professor that spoke about each house with pride. Ahri found plenty of opportunities to daydream about Tawn naked during those long hours. Not that she wasn’t aware of a ball occurring, but the theme must’ve bounced ear to ear as she carefully grasped the masquerade mask. “I guess I didn’t listen when Strife announced the theme.” Just a year ago, Ahri would’ve been in her cottage making sweet bread for the holiday. News would spread about Strife’s grand ball, women including herself gathered around to guess the theme. If someone had mentioned to her back then that she’d have a chance to attend the ball of the century. She’d walk back home in disrespected by such lies. “You know what’s funny, I dreamt about attending this ball for so long ans I forgot about it until the very last minute. Can’t I give up my title as Queen? Give it to the ladies who gather around the gardens for tea time.” Life was simple back then without a care in the world, but these days her life had revolved around ruling a kingdom. Her fingers toyed with the delicate string attached to the mask, placing it over her features before securing the mask on her face. Free hands finding the laces to her gown as she released herself from the fabric, standing partially naked in front of him. “I’ll let every man know you’re my husband.” There was no warning as her knees found the ground, Ahri fidgeted with his buckle while her spare hand unzipped his zipper. “My husband.” The way he declared her as his wife had conjured up a need to please him before the two left Paramount. Lips attached to the outline of his length showing on his boxers, no time to spare with foreplay, Ahri opened her mouth wide enough after her fingers had fetched his cock. Her mouth slowly engulfed every inch, red lipstick costing the base as she felt the tip touch the back of her throat—sloppy motions and gagging noises happened quickly. Her movements were rapid, devoting herself to give him godly pleasure, it was required in case another woman decided to steal him away, she wanted to be the only image in his head for the rest of the night.

[tawnryu]

Tawn had grown accustomed to Ahri’s aggression in more ways than one, often catching the full throttle of her biting words, however, he hadn’t been braced for the hit this time. His irritation at the call of the meeting had fallen away from the council and onto Ahri in an instant. Not that he was allowed an opportunity to question the sharpness, at least not privately. Especially not once they were thrown in front of the council and he was surprised to find a seat waiting for him. “I’d rather stand.” It was a defiance that garnered glares from around the room, a desire to remain where he usually did with a toe pressed to the back of Ahri’s chair. “Tawn.” It had been his father, not needing to speak aloud that he desired him to step down. Begrudgingly he left Ahri’s back unguarded to take the seat that awaited him. “I have sat at this table decades before you were a spec in your father’s consciousness.” His father’s voice cut in steadily in response to Ahri and even held a lilt of humour. He did not fear a mortal, not even one cradled by a crown. Tawn had known this early in his life, that although his mother had been a mortal he had fallen in love with, she would never stand as his father’s equal in his eyes. “Your father would sooner maim your ego than forego my presence at the onset of war.” War. All that anyone discussed, not touching on their agriculture or trade, all they lingered on was the desire to attack. “Against.” Tawn’s clipping reply surged out amongst the chorus of those who were adamant about charging into battle. Luck on Tawn’s side that his father’s chair was out of his stretching distance. “War is a salve for your ego, not for the protection of Paramount.” Until that moment, he had suppressed his true thoughts for the sake of their relationship, yet the paperwork that mounted the tables in front of them had titled him to the edge. He had been saving her feelings while she had been building plans behind his back. “How many innocent lives need to be lost to soothe you, my dearest Queen?”

Annoyance was not the word to describe his voice. The minute she heard him, it caused an uproar of sailing emotions. A reason was not needed, for she was the Queen, but today, it was merely for the simple reason that she got word of his seat at the table. “I do not care for your opinion today, nor do I care for it tomorrow or the next day.” Ahri pushed aside porcelain tea cups, biting back her tongue because today was an important day; The clacks of heels echoed through the empty room, moving past him before reaching the door without a single glance his way. Was it betrayal? Ahri couldn’t imagine after playing house with a man whom she loved would set a direction towards stabbing her in the back. It wouldn’t be the first time the handyman went behind royalties back and caused havoc. “Bring the paperwork, ancestry war plans, and the letter from Zeus granting permission to go forth.” She waved towards a maid, watching her shuffle to gather all these secrets kept from Tawn because she could no longer trust him. The doors opened on command, and council members stood until Ahri was seated in her spot, which happened to be on the opposite end to a man who could only be Tawn’s father. “Take your seat at the table, Tawn.” With crossed legs, extended arm pointing in the direction of his chair, and viper eyes watching him. “You shouldn’t keep your father waiting, as per his request, he negotiated a set of terms regarding his presence here. As long as his son was allowed at the table, not as my bodyguard, but as his son.” Ahri dropped her gaze from Tawn and directed her cold blood eyes to the man who seemed to be giving her staff orders, making her look weak, and those around her had advised her to respect him–but Ahri had another plan. “I’ve heard many things about you, but I do not respect you. I do not care if you fought alongside Zeus that does not make you a god. In my kingdom, you will show respect to me and you will not receive it in return. You will not make demands about who will be seated at the table behind my back, and the minute I dislike your thoughts on this war, then you’ll no longer have a seat at the table. Do I make myself clear?” Her sharp tongue caused silent gasps, and she refused to hear his response as she unraveled the scroll from Olympus, which was the head blueprint of Seven Seas. Any information needed to win the war would’ve been right in front of the council, but it was time to hear honest opinions. “Now, how are we feeling about war? Against or for?”

[yeonahris]

The wonders of Strife were just that to Ahri as she rarely paid attention to the her assigned professor that spoke about each house with pride. Ahri found plenty of opportunities to daydream about Tawn naked during those long hours. Not that she wasn’t aware of a ball occurring, but the theme must’ve bounced ear to ear as she carefully grasped the masquerade mask. “I guess I didn’t listen when Strife announced the theme.” Just a year ago, Ahri would’ve been in her cottage making sweet bread for the holiday. News would spread about Strife’s grand ball, women including herself gathered around to guess the theme. If someone had mentioned to her back then that she’d have a chance to attend the ball of the century. She’d walk back home in disrespected by such lies. “You know what’s funny, I dreamt about attending this ball for so long ans I forgot about it until the very last minute. Can’t I give up my title as Queen? Give it to the ladies who gather around the gardens for tea time.” Life was simple back then without a care in the world, but these days her life had revolved around ruling a kingdom. Her fingers toyed with the delicate string attached to the mask, placing it over her features before securing the mask on her face. Free hands finding the laces to her gown as she released herself from the fabric, standing partially naked in front of him. “I’ll let every man know you’re my husband.” There was no warning as her knees found the ground, Ahri fidgeted with his buckle while her spare hand unzipped his zipper. “My husband.” The way he declared her as his wife had conjured up a need to please him before the two left Paramount. Lips attached to the outline of his length showing on his boxers, no time to spare with foreplay, Ahri opened her mouth wide enough after her fingers had fetched his cock. Her mouth slowly engulfed every inch, red lipstick costing the base as she felt the tip touch the back of her throat—sloppy motions and gagging noises happened quickly. Her movements were rapid, devoting herself to give him godly pleasure, it was required in case another woman decided to steal him away, she wanted to be the only image in his head for the rest of the night.

“Me? Annoying? You’ve never mentioned it.” Tawn waved a hand absentmindedly, a roll of his eyes that held no ounce of malice, especially not while she was turning in his hold and allowing him the opportunity to see her face up close for the first time that day. No longer trapped in short glances while they avoided grazing their hands or bumping into one another. “Is the dress the only reason you’re agreeing to sneak away with me?” He cast a glance over her shoulder towards the dress that he had commissioned in secret, a difficult task to have a seamstress create something so beautiful in secret and never give away the woman that was set to wear it. “I do have a solution for that problem.” Tawn’s was gentle as his lips grazed between Ahri’s brows, drifting away to release her to return to the box he’d placed on the dresser. The very reason that they could attend an event as equals and not as a Queen and her guard, a set of masks that although had their individualities were undoubtedly made for a couple. He lifted the mask intended for Ahri, returning to her and slowly raising it before her face, a genuine smile stretching over his mouth. “Perfect.” Laughter erupted as he cast the mask aside as swiftly as he’d placed it there, filling the space it left behind by moving in for a chaste kiss. “I don’t want to deal with men asking for your hand, tonight I want to be your only suitor.” Her suitors had appeared in droves, men willing to kneel and beg for her affections, and Tawn couldn’t be one of them; they would never be in a position to marry. “In fact, I want to be more than a suitor.” His laughter grew louder as his thoughts excited him before he could iterate them to her, winding arms around her waist to draw her closer. Nose nudging against hers, eyes wandering over the features that he had painted into his mind for the days she was so angry that she refused to look at him. “We need a story and I might just tell them all, you are my wife.”

[tawnryu]

“Me? Annoying? You’ve never mentioned it.” Tawn waved a hand absentmindedly, a roll of his eyes that held no ounce of malice, especially not while she was turning in his hold and allowing him the opportunity to see her face up close for the first time that day. No longer trapped in short glances while they avoided grazing their hands or bumping into one another. “Is the dress the only reason you’re agreeing to sneak away with me?” He cast a glance over her shoulder towards the dress that he had commissioned in secret, a difficult task to have a seamstress create something so beautiful in secret and never give away the woman that was set to wear it. “I do have a solution for that problem.” Tawn’s was gentle as his lips grazed between Ahri’s brows, drifting away to release her to return to the box he’d placed on the dresser. The very reason that they could attend an event as equals and not as a Queen and her guard, a set of masks that although had their individualities were undoubtedly made for a couple. He lifted the mask intended for Ahri, returning to her and slowly raising it before her face, a genuine smile stretching over his mouth. “Perfect.” Laughter erupted as he cast the mask aside as swiftly as he’d placed it there, filling the space it left behind by moving in for a chaste kiss. “I don’t want to deal with men asking for your hand, tonight I want to be your only suitor.” Her suitors had appeared in droves, men willing to kneel and beg for her affections, and Tawn couldn’t be one of them; they would never be in a position to marry. “In fact, I want to be more than a suitor.” His laughter grew louder as his thoughts excited him before he could iterate them to her, winding arms around her waist to draw her closer. Nose nudging against hers, eyes wandering over the features that he had painted into his mind for the days she was so angry that she refused to look at him. “We need a story and I might just tell them all, you are my wife.”

“Take this one away.” Ahri handed the maid a hanger along with the hideous gown, disgust painting over her features as she struggled to find a suitable day gown for her long walks in the morning sun. However, the frantic shuffling of women leaving her quarters had her curious enough until she felt the warmth of another against her frame. “You took your time asking me.” Her voice tinged with annoyance as she clicked her heels through the halls waiting for him to ask her, but the two never had a chance to be alone throughout the day. “Let me think about the consequences of sneaking away with you.” Ahri focused only on the gowns in front of her, pushing aside ones that she disliked before stopping on one not made for long walks in the garden. It was behind the maids to be on Tawn’s side when it came to romantic gestures, Ahri chuckled under her breath while fingers traveled down the unique stitching with speckles of crimson and it was almost love at first sight. “You’re an annoying man, did you know that about yourself?” She loved the gown too much to refuse to run away with him for one long night, gingerly spinning herself around to face him with a smile that spoke thousands of words. “I can’t use the excuse that I have nothing to wear,” Her elbows sat perfectly against his shoulders, thumbs decorating his features with acts of love before she laid a sweet kiss. “I would be honored to sneak away with you tonight.” Ahri knew this season was not one to be filled with love, but when she was around him this was the only emotion that she could produce properly. “I promise not to start a war with the women who try to steal you away from me tonight.” Even the thought of another woman wiggling her way between them, smooth-talking him caused her to gag because who would find this man handsome enough to steal him? Ahri adored this man, but she could confidently speak on her features. “I can’t promise that men won’t be throwing themselves at me, I mean it’s inevitable because I am a rare beauty.”

[yeonahris]

Annoyance was not the word to describe his voice. The minute she heard him, it caused an uproar of sailing emotions. A reason was not needed, for she was the Queen, but today, it was merely for the simple reason that she got word of his seat at the table. “I do not care for your opinion today, nor do I care for it tomorrow or the next day.” Ahri pushed aside porcelain tea cups, biting back her tongue because today was an important day; The clacks of heels echoed through the empty room, moving past him before reaching the door without a single glance his way. Was it betrayal? Ahri couldn’t imagine after playing house with a man whom she loved would set a direction towards stabbing her in the back. It wouldn’t be the first time the handyman went behind royalties back and caused havoc. “Bring the paperwork, ancestry war plans, and the letter from Zeus granting permission to go forth.” She waved towards a maid, watching her shuffle to gather all these secrets kept from Tawn because she could no longer trust him. The doors opened on command, and council members stood until Ahri was seated in her spot, which happened to be on the opposite end to a man who could only be Tawn’s father. “Take your seat at the table, Tawn.” With crossed legs, extended arm pointing in the direction of his chair, and viper eyes watching him. “You shouldn’t keep your father waiting, as per his request, he negotiated a set of terms regarding his presence here. As long as his son was allowed at the table, not as my bodyguard, but as his son.” Ahri dropped her gaze from Tawn and directed her cold blood eyes to the man who seemed to be giving her staff orders, making her look weak, and those around her had advised her to respect him–but Ahri had another plan. “I’ve heard many things about you, but I do not respect you. I do not care if you fought alongside Zeus that does not make you a god. In my kingdom, you will show respect to me and you will not receive it in return. You will not make demands about who will be seated at the table behind my back, and the minute I dislike your thoughts on this war, then you’ll no longer have a seat at the table. Do I make myself clear?” Her sharp tongue caused silent gasps, and she refused to hear his response as she unraveled the scroll from Olympus, which was the head blueprint of Seven Seas. Any information needed to win the war would’ve been right in front of the council, but it was time to hear honest opinions. “Now, how are we feeling about war? Against or for?”

The hint of upheaval had been enough in recent weeks for the council to demand attention, between a growth of tensions and inner house issues, there had been neverending meetings that were beginning to grate on Tawn’s nerves. Parchment clutched in his fist the latest list of demands and at the top had been an audience with Ahri, his feet heavy on the stairs and just the sound of his oncoming had staff scattering to give way to him. “Your majesty,” Tawn’s voice rose softly, knuckles rapping a beat later on the door. “The council have requested your presence.” He edged forward with no informalities rolling from his tongue until he had been assured of a room devoid of staff. Eyes scanning over the crevices that typically held maids or ladies-in-waiting, darting from the wardrobe to the dresser and towards the bathroom door; content to find the room empty except for the woman who could destroy him with a glance. “I’m to advise it’s urgent,” his eyes rolled at the fact, unravelling the parchment that had been balled in his hand, “but in my own opinion, I think you should let the bastards wait an extra ten minutes, or maybe an hour."

[yeonahris]

“Take this one away.” Ahri handed the maid a hanger along with the hideous gown, disgust painting over her features as she struggled to find a suitable day gown for her long walks in the morning sun. However, the frantic shuffling of women leaving her quarters had her curious enough until she felt the warmth of another against her frame. “You took your time asking me.” Her voice tinged with annoyance as she clicked her heels through the halls waiting for him to ask her, but the two never had a chance to be alone throughout the day. “Let me think about the consequences of sneaking away with you.” Ahri focused only on the gowns in front of her, pushing aside ones that she disliked before stopping on one not made for long walks in the garden. It was behind the maids to be on Tawn’s side when it came to romantic gestures, Ahri chuckled under her breath while fingers traveled down the unique stitching with speckles of crimson and it was almost love at first sight. “You’re an annoying man, did you know that about yourself?” She loved the gown too much to refuse to run away with him for one long night, gingerly spinning herself around to face him with a smile that spoke thousands of words. “I can’t use the excuse that I have nothing to wear,” Her elbows sat perfectly against his shoulders, thumbs decorating his features with acts of love before she laid a sweet kiss. “I would be honored to sneak away with you tonight.” Ahri knew this season was not one to be filled with love, but when she was around him this was the only emotion that she could produce properly. “I promise not to start a war with the women who try to steal you away from me tonight.” Even the thought of another woman wiggling her way between them, smooth-talking him caused her to gag because who would find this man handsome enough to steal him? Ahri adored this man, but she could confidently speak on her features. “I can’t promise that men won’t be throwing themselves at me, I mean it’s inevitable because I am a rare beauty.”

The ball had erupted several questions amongst Paramount, whether the tensions of the houses would be suited for them to accept Strife’s invitation, while it had been a political catastrophe - Tawn had found himself on a personal quest instead. He had bid his time after the invitations had arrived, doubting the logistics of his plan until the final moment. His fingers seized around a large box topped with an array of flowers, easily dismissed as a gift for the Queen from someone else and not himself as he breezed through the corridors towards Ahri’s quarters. “Master Tawn.” The guard did not bat an eyelid as he passed, even though Tawn found himself clutching the box tighter to his chest as he approached her bedroom. Several voices alerted him to the maids that were in the room before he turned the corner to enter, but he chose not to speak over the conversation they held with Ahri. He followed his usual pattern of walking the parameters of the room, checking the interiors of Ahri’s bathroom and closet for listening ears, the box in his hands placed on the edge of the dresser in passing before returning to the door. His eyes came to the maids who were busying themselves to leave, his fingers resting on the handle as they bowed to Ahri and then to him as they filed from the room, and he clicked the door to a close behind them. Content that they were alone, he strode across the centre of the room and brought his chest against her back, arms wound around her waist and halting her from escaping him before he had the opportunity to speak. “I have a question for you, my Queen.” A whisper despite their lack of an audience, but he did not doubt that his grand plan would receive dismissal from the entire council. His lips were so close to her ear, that it was impossible not to settle a kiss on her skin. “How do you feel about sneaking away with me tonight?”

[tawnryu]

“I won’t get hurt, you’ll never have a need to be angry about that.” It wasn’t a promise that Tawn could keep although he was willing to try, no desire to be tossed to his death in the upcoming days. His hands rose to cup her cheeks, soft skin that he would never tire of tracing, thumbs caressing the lines that formed with her frown. “Not been touched? I can make short work of that.” Tawn’s lips were grazing over hers when footsteps froze him, Ahri left his hold and placed a professional distance between them. His eyes lingered on her a beat too long, wishing to throw the requirement of distance in company aside, all he wanted was to take her hands and lead her away to privacy, but as always, being the Queen came first. It had been the mention of ‘slaughter’ that had him snapping to attention, when they had departed the ballroom there had been disarray but there hadn’t been enough chaos for this. This had been his fear, a declaration of war never came without the first spill of blood - and it had unfortunately come from their side. “As bad as it could potentially be.” His words were a low hush, placing himself an inch behind Ahri, and tucking a finger on the back of her dress to draw her a few steps further back from the guards that led them. “The Seven Seas aren’t likely to accept that you didn’t call these men into action.” The politics were trickier when it came to brotherly houses, oftentimes their arguments and championing against one another were much more complicated than if they were up against the others. For the blood of Poseidon's spoken for to be split on Paramount’s land, the consequences were catastrophic. “I don’t believe these men did this in your honour, there’s been whispering of war long before tonight. There are rebels amongst every house waiting to strike, to place hefty weight on royal heads, these men are likely to have a hidden agenda. Be careful, Princess.”

The mere though of indulging in a sexual endeavor while guards rushed to evacuate everyone seemed inappropriate, but who was to tell her that she shouldn't do such a thing. "You're being ridiculous, Tawn." Ahri resisted the urge to slam him against Paramount walls, glancing over his shoulders to catch glimpse of two unusual shadows before returning her attention to him. "I understand your role is to protect me at all costs, but you have to think about how fucking angry I would be if someone hurt you." Her fingertips grazed the outline of his eyebrow, humming under her breath while her body pressed up against his own. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, I'm already annoyed with this war situation, and my body has yet to be touched--" Ahri halted her words, removing herself from his grasp when she spotted a pair of guards walking in their direction. "What the fuck is it now?" Her tone came off whiny, everything was working against her frustrations today, and it was starting to become bothersome. The guards halted, bowed before speaking, "Your Majesty, there has been multiple bodies slaughtered in the ball room and the two men have been captured who we think staged the coup." Interesting, Ahri was expecting news about Seven Seas peace proposal not knowledge on the blood stating her marble floors. "I'm assuming the men are being held at the scene of the crime?" Both guards nod, she turned her head slightly towards Tawn. "Shall we?" Her footsteps were heavy, echoing throughout the empty hallways as guards followed a few feet behind. Ahri directed the conversation to Tawn as she walked, irritation flowing through each word. "Any ideas who would do this? Why slaughter people in Paramount? How bad do you think this could turn out, be honest with me, really bad?"