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˖*°࿐ chapter three iii. MEN WANT WHAT THEY'VE NEVER HAD
LAELIA SAT ON AN UNCOMFORTABLE CHAIR,hands held out as three women took care of the leather burns on them, staring out at her dragon eggs, which sat in the chest they came in and candles lit around them. The flames from them flickered high, filling the tent with an orange glow and warmth. "Have you ever seen a dragon?"
Apparently, the women that took care of her were all Enochians from home, and they spoke the Common Tongue all broken. They knew little words. "Dragon gone, Khaleesi." They made a habit of calling her the official female leader of the Enochs. "Everywhere? Even in the east?"
"No dragon. Brave man killed him. It is known."
"It is known," a woman echoed.
A girl that worked on her left hand, whose name was Vita, spoke up. "The trader from the Great City told me that dragons come from the moon." She knew the most Common Tongue from all of them, and she was too an Enochian woman that had been sent to Asgard at a young age. "The moon?" Laelia furrowed her eyebrows. "He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi. That once there was two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat. Out of it poured a thousand thousand dragons, and they drank the sun's fire."
"Moon is no egg. Moon is goddess, wife of Sun, it is known."
"It is known," the same woman from before echoed once more.
Laelia took a deep breath as she stared at her eggs once more. "Leave me with her."
Vita looked up in fear, slowly ceasing her actions of healing the proclaimed Khaleesi's palm. The two women stand up and walk out of the tent, dragging their long dresses behind them. After they came to Asgard, Loki commanded them to wear traditional long dresses and accessories, but the women wouldn't put them on. It hurt them, they said.
"Why did the trader from the Great City tell you these stories?"
"Men like to talk when they're happy," Vita answered. "Before your brother bought me for you it was my job to make men happy."
She was a whore, Laelia thought but shook her head slightly to get rid of the thought. She's my friend now. "How old were you?"
"I was nine when my mother sold me to the pleasure house."
"Nine?"
Vita chuckled. "I did not touch a man for three years, Khaleesi. First, you must learn."
"Can you teach me how to make the prince happy?"
Vita looks up at her Khaleesi and nods. "Yes." Laelia darts her eyes around the room, nervous. "Will it take three years?" Vita shook her head. "No."
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"NO, KHALEESI," VITA TURNED THE SILVER-HAIRED BEAUTY'S FACE TOWARDS HER."You must look in his eyes always. Love comes in through the eyes. It is said that Servilia of Linness could finish a man with nothing but her eyes."
"Finish a man?" Laelia asks, confused. Vita raises her eyebrows in a knowing manner, Laelia getting the message instantly and a red blush rises to her cheeks. "Oh."
"He's traveled across the world for a night with Servilia. Magisters sold their palaces. Khals burned her enemies just to have her for a few hours. They say a thousand men proposed to her and she refused them all." Vita leans closer to Laelia, clasping their fingers together, as she stares into the princess' eyes.
"Well she sounds like an interesting woman," Laelia chuckles breathlessly. She's never been this close to a woman before ― her handmaidens didn't count because they were there to wash her ― but with Vita, she felt alive. She wanted her. She wanted to be with her forever and always. What is this I am feeling? She thought to herself. "I don't think Loki would like it with me on top." Vita smiles at her Khaleesi, "you will make him like it, Khaleesi. Men want what they've never had, and the princes and Enochs take slaves like a hound takes a bitch. Are you a slave Khaleesi?" Laelia quickly shakes her head, looking away bashfully, but brings her violet eyes to the lean figure atop her. Vita sits back up, her womanhood pressing against Laelia's. She places the princess's hands on her hips, rocking them back and forth as she leans back on her hands. "Men don't make love like a slave."
Laelia feels a rush of courage coursing her veins, and in a rush, she flips Vita over so she was on top this time. Vita huffs in surprise. "Very good, Khaleesi. Out there he is the mighty god, but in this tent, he belongs to you," Laelia leans down towards Vita. "I ― I don't think that this is the Asgardian way ―"
She shoots back up, Vita following her. "If he wanted the Asgardian way, why did he marry you?" Vita brushes Laelia's cheek in affection.
Laelia's pupils are blown wide.
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LAELIA IS LAYING DOWN ON HER AND LOKI'S SHARED COT,more candles in the room than before. She wore a simple silk night-gown, gazing at her eggs again. She picks up her head as a horse whinnies, seeing the naked form of her husband walk into the tent with a bowl. He walks towards her in a sort of threatening manner, glaring at her with his cold, ice-blue eyes. He would be attractive if he scowled less, she thought as he rounded her, sitting on the bed beneath her.
He pulls her into him, turning her around and tries to lift up her dress but she fights back. "No," she stops him, pressing a hand on his muscled chest. He throws her back down on her stomach. "No." He stops. She speaks in the Enochian language, hoping he would understand. "Ajjalan, anha would athtihar she yeri hatif."
And he did. He understood it quite perfectly. 'Tonight, I would look upon your face,' his mind translated immediately, and he let her place the hand he had in a vice-grip on his cheek, looking into her rare eyes, which held fear and little traces of love. She laid her small hand on his bicep, turning them over so she sat on top.
He laid back, watching her angelic frame on top of him, as she started moving her hips, feeling her slick move on him. He held her hips as she looked down at him. She gasped in pleasure when she felt him enter her, grabbing hold of his hand and releasing it as she set her hands once more on his chest. He moved his hands upwards, letting one rest on her navel and the other freed her breasts from her dress, playing with the nipples.
He sat up quickly, surprising the Greystone, and wrapped his arms around her as she moved hers to hold him by his shoulder. He thrust up, staring intently into her eyes, and this time, there was nothing but love in them, making the pupils bigger than what they normally were. They closed their eyes together and put their foreheads to rest against one another, chasing their peaks.
They looked at each other once more, Laelia whimpering.
