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21 April 2012 @ 09:58 am
Fic: Intrigue [Original]  
Title: Intrigue
Word Count: 736
Rating: Mature
Original/Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Leyla/Renal
Warnings: non-con issues
Summary: Leyla pushes for a Prince to become a King
Notes: written for a writerverse challenge: Who's That Guy?
Characters I drew were:
(Leyla) Your character is 20 years old, 5ft 11' tall, with emerald green eyes and blonde hair. He/she is gentle and helpful but can be evil and is scared of heights.
(Renal) Your character is 32 years old, 6ft tall, with sharp blue eyes and ash blonde hair. He/she is outgoing and happy but can be unkind and is scared of thunder and lightning.
Additional Notes: This needs a ton more work, but posting deadline looms!


Leyla stretched her long body across the luxurious sheets, reveling in the cool softness against her skin. The deep blue of the bedding displayed her fair complexion and long, blonde hair to their best advantage, she knew, as she waited patiently for Renal to return. A smile crossed her face as she recalled the deliciously sinful things they had done earlier.

The door opened and she looked up expectantly, but it was just the mousy little chamber maid. Leyla smiled a greeting at the girl. She was noticeably uncomfortable with Leyla’s nakedness, artfully displayed though it was. Leyla hid a smirk and drew the sheet up about her. She watched  as the girl moved quickly through the room, apparently focused intently on performing her tasks, yet stealing occasional glances at the beautiful woman on the bed. Everyone knew about Leyla, how she had been one of them not so long ago; now, she was the prince’s consort, lavished with clothing and jewels, among other riches.

Renal strode into the bedroom, his carelessly tied robe clinging to his damp skin, his face flushed from the warm bath, and looked between the two girls, catching the envious look from the chambermaid. He chuckled, a sharp, low sound, heading for the bed while untying his robe.

“You!” he barked at the younger girl. She looked up at him, wide-eyed and alarmed, the tea service rattling on the tray in her hands. “You like what you see?”

Leyla was careful to keep her face turned away from the prince as she rolled her eyes at his theatrics.

He continued. “Little mouse like you...” He stopped next to the bed, drawing the sheet away, exposing the long line of Leyla’s back. He fixed his gaze on the maid, running his eyes down her body. She flinched at the intensity, feeling suddenly exposed.

“Come back when you have breasts. Maybe then it will be you in my bed.”

The room was suddenly filled with the sound of shattering china as she dropped the tray. Leyla watched as the girl frantically tried to clean up, still shaking, as Renal’s laughter echoed almost as loudly. Not bothering to hide her face this time, she glared at the man before slipping out of the bed.

Skirting the broken teapot, she gently pulled the girl to standing and walked her over to the door. She whispered quietly to her, “Go. Take a minute to compose yourself and come back with a broom. You’ll ruin your hands otherwise.”

Tearful, grateful, hazel eyes met Leyla’s emerald ones and the girl nodded quickly. Leyla opened the door and she slipped out as Renal called, “And bring me back something to eat, girl!”

Leyla returned to the bed, where Renal had now disrobed, and lay waiting for her. She climbed seductively on to the mattress, feathering her lips lightly up his leg and torso as she approached the head of the bed. As their eyes came even, she frowned. “That was cruel, my Prince.”

He pulled her to him, a bruising kiss that left them both breathless. “Cruel?” he repeated. “She’d have your spot in a minute if she could. I was protecting you, my dear.”

Leyla held her tongue; she needed no protection, but was content to allow the man his fantasy. She had other work to do now. She lay beside him, her hand running in light circles across his chest and abdomen, a maneuver she had found certain to put him in quite a receptive frame of mind. After a few minutes, she spoke quietly, letting her breath tease his ear, her lips just brushing the lobe.

“I have found an apothecary who knows how to make the poison.” Renal tensed just a shade under her. “We will have it by tomorrow.” She ran her tongue down his neck, and gently bit just where it met his shoulder, causing a shudder to run through the prince. “We must move quickly. Your father is ill; the people will mourn, but no one will think twice should it prove deadly.”

She felt his hesitation and increased her ministrations. “You deserve this, Renal,” she whispered, her hand now stroking down his abdomen, his inner thighs. “He should have stepped down years ago.”

He shuddered in anticipation. “Yes,” he whispered in return.

She smiled into his shoulder. “My prince,” she said, and then more quietly and infinitely more satisfied, “My King.”

Ami Ven: Team Proseami_ven on April 23rd, 2012 07:16 am (UTC)
Very nice! I especially like Leyla, kind to the mousey chambermaid but plotting to kill the king.
magickmoonsmagickmoons on April 23rd, 2012 05:11 pm (UTC)
Thanks! 'Gentle and helpful but evil' is kind of difficult to write...