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Post by Vortigern on Oct 13, 2011 17:58:58 GMT -5
 -------She was weakening. Vortigern could sense it for it was evident in her body language and in the way she spoke. But it was still not to the point he wanted. Her words were still holding strong, and he did not like that. He also knew that if he decided to carry out his threat now, then it would be less to threaten her with later. They had quite a bit of time together and he did not want to spoil all the fun in the first moments. Patience was not one of his virtues but with her, her would have to be slightly more tolerant. If only to drag out these moments of agony that she surely must be feeling. Even if she did not show it. Vortigern stayed in his position. Seeing the tears falling from her eyes and only using this as further ammo to taunt her with. He was not a man who felt sympathetic towards a crying woman. He felt encouraged by it. He often determined the source of tears and pushed it to further limits. In this case, he knew what was making her eyes water and it was part of the reason he stayed firm in position.
-------A cruel smile formed on his lips, a sadistic gleam of amusement in his eyes. For he was enjoying this. "Does crying make you stronger? Or is it an attempt to evoke sympathy?" If it was the first, then that was pitiful. But then of course, everything was pitiful to Vortigern. If it was the latter, then it was a failed attempt indeed. He moved his head slightly closer to her, cocking it to the side as if he was just waiting for her to break, and blink. "If anything it certainly shows your vulnerability," he mocked. But of course it was to be expected; it was what Vortigern had been hoping for. "Beg once." Because that was what he wanted. The princess of Ailantha to beg for her sight. To beg for mercy from a ruthless man. "And I will remove the blade from your eye." He was not exactly a man of his word, but in this case, he would do it. For the entire purpose of this little threat was to teach her compliance.
-------To demonstrate that he would not just sit idly an allow her to speak to him in the way she kept doing so. "Have you so much foolish pride that you would rather be blinded than beg for mercy?" An ironic statement for he himself was a man of great pride. He grasped her hair even more, tightening his grip so that it was practically pulling at her scalp. "Or are you just so confident in your ability to keep your eye open? For I can wait here as long as it takes." Because sooner or later, she would have to blink. And at the moment, he was giving her another ultimatum. Beg to him, and he would remove the blade. Blink, and he would stab her. One seemed evidently easier than the other, but for her, he knew it was not. And that was part of the enjoyment he was getting from this. Because neither option was easy. |
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Post by Vortigern on Oct 13, 2011 17:42:21 GMT -5
 -------She was not only ignoring his commands, but she was openly defying him. The nerve of this woman! Did she think that just because she could potentially be carrying his child, that it gave her the right to act this way? Well she was wrong. When she took a step closer to him, he took a step away. She should be walking behind him, as those of a lower class should. They should fall behind royalty; not act as if they were of equal worth. Her continuous denial of remembrance was really hitting a nerve in the prince. It was not as if he would have more respect for her if she just admitted it. For he had no respect for her to begin it. It would just involve less debate if she owned up to what she did. So that he could think of a suitable punishment as well.
-------He abruptly stopped walking and turned to face her, standing directly in front of her. Towering over her as he peered down at her insignificant self. "Do not blame me for the fact that you made yourself a whore!" His words were meant to insult, so he wasn't the least bit delicate in how he phrased them. In fact, he wanted them to sound harsh for they were the reality of the situation. "This is all your doing! Just because you may have regrets for having whored yourself for a child, do not blame me for taking advantage!" Though she probably did not have any regrets... she had clearly thought this all through. "And if you are with child because of your evil ploy, then do not expect anything from me either! It will be your burden to bare with!" And her's alone. He would be as dis-involved as humanly possible.
-------Angrily glaring at her, he was not quite finished. His volume of voice decreased a bit, but still held that intense anger in it. "Prostitutes would have more of a conscience than you do," he mumbled. Prostitutes being regarded in a rather negative light, especially for those of a higher class. He was of course suggesting that she had less worth than one; less of a conscience; that she had become worse than a prostitute. Solely because of what she had done to him! With these words, he then turned to continue to walk forward. Knowing that she would not lag too far behind... unfortunately. |
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Post by Vortigern on Oct 13, 2011 17:02:38 GMT -5
-------She had not learned her lesson. Her tongue continued to remain as sharp as a whip. And Vortigern's tolerance for her outspokenness was reaching it's end. She was trying to be witty, and strong. Vortigern would make her weak and force her to crumble. He did not care what it took. He merely needed to keep her alive. It did not matter in what state she was in, so long as her heart beat and she was breathing. Annoying face. Integrity and strength. And then of course, her ever so charming sarcasm. Vortigern would have to be more assertive. For apparently, striking her across the face had not yet taught her a lesson. She kept talking and mouthing off insults. And Vortigern was a man of action. A man of threat. One who refused to stand by as if he was willing to listen to her unacceptable words.
-------In one sudden and harsh movement, his hand grabbed the back of her head, forcefully clutching a handful of her hair. He violently titled her head back a bit so that it was more titled upwards, as he raised his dagger to her eye. The very point of the blade was only an inch away from her pupil, almost touching it. And he kept it fully in place. "If my 'annoying face' bothers you, then I have a way to alleviate you of that disturbance." Meaning, he could very well blind her. There was nothing in his tone of voice that suggested he was joking. Or that he would not do it. He tightened his grasp on her hair, hoping it pulled. Hoping it caused her discomfort for even if it did, she dare not move. Not when all he need do was move the weapon less than an inch downwards to penetrate her eye.
-------"Blink." His voice was daring. Taunting her. "And this will be the last time you are able to open your eye." Another threat. One that he would not make an empty one. What he really wanted to know, was how long she could keep her eye open for and her body entirely still. "Let us truly see how much integrity and strength a Dyfrène actually has." He doubted very little, he hoped that it was very little. "Tell me, does this now blemish what strength your delusional self believes to have?" He continued to mock her and her unfortunate position. He was the one of authority; he was the one in control. And he would not put up with her remarks any longer. A sinister but angry smile formed on his lips, only meant to make his actions more unpredictable as to whether he would actually stab her, or whether he would remove the blade from its threatening position. |
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Post by Vortigern on Oct 13, 2011 16:45:16 GMT -5
-------Vortigern only grew angrier at the fact that she felt the need to remind him that he'd bedded a woman far beneath his station. He would forever live with that disgust. Internally though. She would have the burden of a child. And as a unwed mother, it would be worse. She would live with shame and be ostracized from society. Hopefully. Then again, it was not as if he wanted her to get pregnant. His blood was far too pressure to be mixed with hers. They were just throwing the blame back and forth to each other. He knew he was right. And she should just accept that. Though it was clear that neither were so submissive. It only made him despise her further. Having seen her outside, and her defensive remarks of her not wanting his sympathy, Vortigern felt that familiar surge of annoyance he constantly did in her presence. "Then why the hell are you crying?"
-------He snapped angrily. "If you insist on making those whimpering noises for the entire journey back to Camelot, then stay well behind me so I do not have to hear you." A demand, not a request. It was not as if she was even whimpering. But the last thing he needed to deal with was an over emotional woman. Her stubbornness and outspoken nature was bad enough. When she commented on finding his vest, he shot a glare at her. "It was precisely where you said it was." He did not mean that in a good way. But more, a way to further blame her. "So do not tell me you remember nothing." And that was that. She remembered it and that was as good as an admittance of guilt.
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Post by Vortigern on Oct 6, 2011 15:06:34 GMT -5
 -------The knight's remark suddenly caused the other Sorelian knights to abruptly stop laughing and enjoying the casual mockery that Vortigern had been instigating. For they knew, that such words should never be spoken to the prince. Vortigern's fuse was short, and with his father not surrounding him, his words were less guarded. Especially as they were only in the presence of Sorelian knights and this one rebel knight who decided to be a wise ass and criticize Vortigern. The prince of Sorelia looked at him. The knights doing the same. Only their looks were less of glares and more ones that depicted the awareness of the sudden tension that filled the air. The light chuckles had ceased, and now there was a fear of what the irrational prince would do next.
-------He looked at the overly outspoken knight, eying him from top to bottom with clear distaste in his expression. He did not know him. And he already hated him. Had they been in Sorelia, this man would have lost his head before he could finish his sentence. But they were in Camelot. Good ol' Camelot. Where it seemed that nothing was too bizarre to happen; and all sorts of obscurity was acceptable. Vortigern was angry. Beyond angry. His eyes slowly filling with rage, but knew he had to keep control of his actions. If this man pushed it however, then he was not above killing a knight of another kingdom. Besides, he had five witnesses who would condone whatever story Vortigern created. Whether it be one of self defense, or another creative reason that this knight of Gwent's head was detached from its neck.
-------At least there was one thing Vortigern would not deny, and that was his cruelty. He had built up such a reputation in Sorelia, and he would not undo it. "Cold blooded I may be. But I am worthy of my position. Deserving and entitled." Those beneath him, were not. Perhaps it would do good to remind this knight of his place. "Far more than you, evidently." He did not say that because he knew the truth about Alistair; he said that because the knight spoke too freely in the presence of royalty. "An insignificant speck such as yourself should know his place, and realize that the man he speaks to is far above his station." And thus, can crush him. "But since you seem so set on defending non noble knights, let me ask you this. Should the same go for women?" Unsure if it was actually true, there were rumors going around about a servant who may be Camelot's queen.
-------Now that, was just wrong on so many levels. Vortigern refused to marry a woman who was lower than the status of princess. And here, it was being suggested that the future king may marry a commoner. "Imagine, a woman who is not even of nobility, would one day rule the kingdom. Is that something you believe someone can earn? To be worth nothing and then suddenly be worth something far greater than they can ever be?" Vortigern didn't actually care about Alistair's response. He was just throwing words out there. "No one can make that transition from unimportant, to important. Especially not a commoner." That was his conclusion; that regardless of what a person did, their blood determined it all. If they were born into a wealthy family, they were worth something. If they were not, then they were completely disposable. |
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Post by Vortigern on Oct 6, 2011 14:25:34 GMT -5
-------Vortigern was not having fun. This entire journey to Camelot was an utter waste of time. He did not want to come here to show support. He would rather charge to Camelot to declare war. With the king so weak, and his unexperienced son taking over, it would have provided the opportune moment. But his father thought differently. He always thought differently. So Vortigern was forced to suffer at the company of these people. What was even more horrendous about all this, was the fact that commoners were becoming knights. What kind of world were they living in where this was acceptable? Where men who were meant to be merchants and bakers, were suddenly becoming knights; granted high positions in the royal household. Vortigern disapproved. He strongly disapproved.
-------But to say such things in the presence of others, would only arouse distaste and he had promised his father to be on his 'best behavior'. As if he was a child who need be reminded of such things. For now, Vortigern was in the company of his own men. Men who would understand his words, and would encourage them and laugh along. Even if it was out of fear of what he would do if they defied him. "Now gentleman, this is the world we live in," he began to say, holding a goblet of wine he had taken from the grand hall. He would not survive this evening without alcohol. He was not drunk however. No no. He was just being his obnoxious and rude self. "A world where rank means nothing. Where the dirt beneath our feet, suddenly become praised and rewarded." The dirt being commoners of course.
-------This very concept infuriated Vortigern, and he did not wish to be allied with such a kingdom. It was weak and would only be a matter of time before the entirety of Camelot crumbled. He noticed a knight approaching to join them. And decided to take this opportunity to preach his disapproval to a broader audience. "You there," he said, refusing to call him 'Sir' for Vortigern called no one Sir. Even if this knight was a noble, Vortigern would always hold a higher rank. He was born into a royal family. He would always be higher on the social hierarchy. "How would you feel if a commoner assumed a role as knight?" Surely, not all knights could be accepting of this. It was bloody ridiculous! "Tell me honestly." A command rather than request. Vortigern did not speak without authority to those beneath him. "Is it not despicable that unworthy men are given more than they are entitled to?" Unworthy men, being non noble ones. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 8, 2011 12:25:47 GMT -5
-------Damn woman! While Vortigern obviously did not appreciate being spoken to in the way she had spoken to him, it had been the perfect reason he could have given his father to dismiss the arrangement he had planned. But now, how could he do that when she apologized to him for her outburst. And even justified it. Vortigern was no where near forgiveness. She had already done the damage, and he already disliked her for it. So instead of finding genuine appreciation in her apologetic words, he only found himself more annoyed. But he maintained his composure, only slightly diminishing the glare in his expression. He found her justification completely invalid. But his father would only be more angry if he were to find out that Vortigern not only threatened her and lashed out at her, but that he completely rejected her apology.
-------Damn her indeed.
-------It was even more difficult to dismiss when she blatantly and directly asked for his forgiveness. What was he to say? Lie and tell her that all was forgiven and forgotten? "Well Naevia obviously finds some charm in you." Something that evidently compelled her to closely befriend this otherwise rude and disrespectful woman. "I suppose I have yet to discover the reason she speaks highly of you." Not that he ever would. But it was the closest she would get to a statement of forgiveness. And he obviously was not going to apologize in return. He had done nothing wrong. Only reminded her of her place. "Now, are you ready to press on?"
-------So that she would not chase after him and yell at him again. He was not afraid of her, but he knew he had to at least look like he respected her. "Since you are apparently so tired and worn casing you to not think before you speak." His words were a bit condescending, implying that he did not believe in what she had said as a legitimate reason for her outburst. He would have to tone it down whenever his father decided to join them for dinner, so for now would get some of it out of his system before he was really forced to be on his 'best behavior'. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 8, 2011 12:13:36 GMT -5
-------"Because you made me!" He spat out when she claimed that he took the time to claim her virtue. Good god. It was like talking in complete circles with her. He had already explained how worthless her virtue was to him, and so therefore, could not have possibly been in his right mind to spend the time taking it. Yet, she was backtracking, only making him reiterate his words. "Do you need me to recap the entire conversation we just had?" He added, annoyed with her. Annoyed being an understatement at the moment. When she went on to say that she would not 'curse' her offspring, he just scoffed once again. "You claim you would not, yet, you very well could have."
-------While he still thought she had planned this, she could very well be pregnant. And therefore, she would have no choice but to give birth to his child. Now that was a terrifying thought: her carrying his child. He could easily separate himself from it, but he would still forever carry that knowledge with him. And every time, it would make him cringe. Her remark about her having the liberty to speak to him. It was of course irritating to hear, but not the most irritating thing she had said or done. So he dismissed that particular comment and focused on her next one which mocked his logic. "You really are a complete imbecile," he insulted. "We were obviously downstairs first. Who knows what you did to me before we came to the room. Perhaps you got an early start to removing my clothing." Now why was that so difficult to believe?
-------They obviously had been downstairs before they had come up here. For they had to acquire the key to this room somehow. "You have never helped me. All you did was admit your guilt by being able to recall last night's events. When you so innocently claim that you remember nothing." Even if it was just pointing out where his vest had been. It was still something; more than what he remembered. Once silence followed and she seemed to be greatly affected by his words or probably the circumstances right now, she abruptly left the room. The first feeling that filled Vortigern was relief. Relief that she was finally gone and he could have a moment of piece and quiet. He stood there so that he collect his thoughts. Well, actually to attempt to stop the pounding in his head. It was far easier to do so without her incessant chattering. After several moments, finally ready to get out of this wretched place, he stormed out of the room.
-------He stopped downstairs at the tavern, noticing his vest on the chair. Bloody woman was right. He grabbed, aware of the few gazes that rested on him. He went to the innkeeper. She looked vaguely familiar, but Vortigern did not care about pleasantries. "Did you have a good night with your fiance?" She asked with a small wink and jovial smile. Vortigern just stared at her. What the hell was she talking about?! His... fiance? Oh. Is that the cover they went back? That sounded vaguely familiar too. But he was in too much of a mood to respond to it. "What is the quickest way back to the city of Camelot?" He asked her. She gave him instructions, informing him that there was no more shortcuts apart from the path that led them to this inn. Wonderful. Hopefully Caitrin was already well on her way so that he would not have to tolerate her insufferable company.
-------Without a thank you, he put on his vest and began to walk to the door. Why should he have to thank her anyway. He was a prince and she was simply performing her duty as a worker; a lower citizen expected to comply with his command, even if it was just a question. He opened the door and exited, the bright sun causing him to blink rapidly a few times until his eyes adjusted to it. He looked around, at first not noticing her presence. Until he looked again and... wonderful. There she was. And what was that stain on her cheek? Great. She was crying. Vortigern hated over emotional women. Then again, all women were over emotional. He had grown up with five sisters and was constantly annoyed whenever they cried or whined. "Your pitiful state will not evoke any sympathy. So save your useless tears for someone who cares." And with those coldly spoken words, he began to walk towards the path that he knew they would once again, have to share. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 17:50:04 GMT -5
-------Once they were at the gardens, Vortigern did not bother to soak in his surroundings. He was not the kind of man who appreciated the natural beauty of nature and commented on it. Nor was he the kind of man to pick a flower in attempt to woo a woman. He did not like this arrangement with Morgana. And his effort would be only minimal. And only due to his father's insistence. It was in a way worse, for she had no idea. Yet he wondered if he really would have wanted his father to discuss such a thing with her. That had the potential to make matters far worse. When she asked him a question, he just casually looked at her, out of 'politeness'.
-------God how he hated this menial chit chat. Trivial and utterly useless conversation. But again, polite... he had to stay polite. "This is the first time witnessing the gardens of Camelot." Not that he cared. It was just flowers and trees... like he has never seen those before. All he needed to do was walk into the woods and he would see the exact same thing. How ridiculous it was when people raved about the magnificence of something as simple as flowers. "Do you spend a lot of time within the garden?" Again, he did not care in the slightest. "I imagine it is a pleasant and peaceful place to go when others are busy with their duties."
-------Not only was he subtly hinting at the fact that she had nothing better to do with her time, since she was not a real royal... but he was also slowly inching the conversation towards finding out if there was a proposal in the works for her. What was so wrong with her that she was still unmarried? Uther's protective nature? Was she to Uther what Vivian was to Olaf? Either way, Vortigern had to uncover the truth, and then he could dismiss the subject all together. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 17:38:45 GMT -5
-------Upon hearing that it was not a crime to kill one of his felines, but rather a great boar, Vortigern smirked. "Pity," He began to say. It was a pity that he had not entered the castle with the head of a boar. Had he known it was such a grand crime, a cause for war, he would have been sure to hunt one on his way over. And if Gildas ever asked, then he would claim that he had not know that the murder of a boar was just cause for war. "I will be sure to remedy that mistake next time." Mistake, meaning that he killed the wrong animal. And he hoped Amalric was not stupid enough to pick up on what he meant by that. While the words of his father rung in his head, reminding him to be civil and respectful... Vortigern found it all the more difficult when Amalric began to insult his capability.
-------Criticizing his army and the battles they had found. He felt himself raging, but managed to maintain composure. He would not show himself as a hot headed prince. But if they were in Soleria, Vortigern would have had a far less peaceful reaction to Amalric's criticisms. "Is this how you commence peace talks?" He asked sarcastically. "With name calling and childish jibes?" Vortigern could not believe his father made him do this! If Gildas wanted damn peace, then he should have invited the damn king to Soleria rather than send his son to diffuse the tension! This was not Vortigern's forte, and he was not about to smile and tolerate Amalric's highly disrespectful words.
-------He slightly leaned back a bit in his seat in a very casual manner. "Inform me when you are finished with your juvenile insults. For I came here to talk to a King and who I have found instead is someone who does not know how to hold a civil conversation." Vortigern knew his words were hypocritical. Mostly because conversations Vortigern was engaged in were hardly civil. The only reason he knew he could get away with saying this, was because Amalric had said these things first. He had blatantly insulted Vortigern and his army first, so he could act like the more mature one... only for this second. If the conversation continued on down this path, well Vortigern had his limit. He would not sit here like a quiet coward and let Amalric speak in such a way to him. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 17:23:11 GMT -5
-------Vortigern just stared at her. He had not been expecting this little outburst, nor was he remotely pleased by it. He saw this not as a brave woman, admiring her strength and courage to speak out of turn. Especially in someone of higher standing. No. He saw this as completely unacceptable behavior. Even if she was Naevia's friend, which Vortigern understood even less right now, she was not entitled to speak to him in such a way. True, he could not kill her for his father would not be too pleased with such actions. So what was there left to do? Just suffer her company? And this was the woman that Gildas had told him to heavily consider? To hell with that entire notion! He did not want a woman who deserved to be slapped for her insolence.
-------He had to pause before answering. To calm his raging emotions. He could not yell at her, nor raise his voice. For it would draw far too much attention to them. But he could speak with a low yet deadly sternness. He only need calm his anger, which took a few silent deep breaths and the mental images of finding all sorts of methods and ways that he could kill her. "Your standing is completely insignificant in comparison to mine," he told her. He was going to remind her of his rank as often as he could. For if she was demanding more respect, then forcing her to acknowledge his higher rank was an excellent way to counter her angry remarks. "You are far beneath me. This is my home, my castle, my kingdom. And unless you show the proper respect, not Naevia and not even the king himself will be able to help you." He was just throwing that out there.
-------Even if he killed her, yes Naevia and his father may be displeased, but it was not as if they could charge him with murder or sentence him to death or anything. He could not be demoted for he was the sole heir! Quite frankly, Vortigern hoped it would not come to that for he really did not want to deal with a crying sister and a lecture from his father. His reason for it not wanting to come to that had nothing to do with compassion for the woman. He already loathed her and knew he would only detest her more for the duration of her stay here. "You deserve nothing unless I say you do." Just because he decided to add in a comment about his authority in this land. And how she was in Soleria. And she would never be queen of it. He had already gotten to know her far more than he needed to in order to reach this judgment. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 17:07:56 GMT -5
-------Her virtue?! Once again, he scoffed at the mere suggestion. He may not remember much upon arriving at the inn, but he did remember the conversations that had taken place on their way here. "Did I not tell you how worthless your virtue was?" He reminded, not that he thought she would have been so quick to forget. They had quite an extended discussion about it. Another waste of his time. Every second he spent with her was a waste of his time! "Why would I waste my time trying to obtain something so worthless?" He did not care about her virtue. He would have felt far less revolted had he not taken it. Some men may boast and brag about having been given a woman's virtue. For women could only give it away once and there was some sort of pleasure in that.
-------But to Vortigern, it was not something he would boast about. It was something that he regretted and wished he would forget happened all together. It was humiliating! Had she been a princess or queen it would have been different. But her lower rank made this all the more embarrassing. "You give yourself far too much credit," he added. Did she really think he would concern himself with taking her virtue? He cared nothing about it! It was the most insignificant thing to him, so to hear otherwise, made him want to quickly dismiss the possibility. In fact, he was quite offended that she had even suggested it. "You would want the child for the blood that would run in its veins!" Vortigern knew that doing this for the sake of having a child, would be to give birth to a future king or queen, rather than gain the personality of the father. "You were obviously desperate." Yes; quite desperate indeed.
-------When she claimed it was a waste of time for her too... well, Vortigern was not about to go easy on her. If she wanted to bring her virtue into this, then he would throw that back in her face. "Well you certainly gave up quite a lot for a 'waste of time'." Meaning her innocence; her virtue. It meant nothing to him, but must mean something to her, as it did to most woman. There was a reason she had still been a virgin, and he knew it was not due to lack of male attention. Perhaps she was waiting for the night of her wedding. Or perhaps even waiting for a man that she would fall in love with. Whatever the reason, she could not take back her actions. She had given up her virtue to a man she disliked, and he would remind her of that, if only to cause her distress over her reckless actions.
-------He knew she did not care, but that did not make it any easier to tolerate. He would still demand respect from her, which only added fuel to the fire of their never ending arguments about just about every aspect of conversation. "You should care! You are a fool if you do not." For he had power! He had title! He had wealth! He had so much more than she did and he would use every bit of it if only to make her crumble to her knees. As far as his state of undress went... it had been highly embarrassing. For her to look at him when he was completely stripped of clothing, especially since she was the one who had put him in such an unclad form. "Again, it was all your doing." He could not imagine himself eagerly stripping off his shirt and pants to... well, to do what they did last night.
-------Vortigern was obviously not going to let her revealing comment slide. Despite her effort to back track a little bit or talk her way out of it. "And you honestly expect me to believe that?" He asked, obviously disbelieving every word she spoke. "You seemed to quickly come up with an answer as to the whereabouts of my clothing." His vest; the first article she must have stripped from from him! "You spoke with enough clarity, that it probably is downstairs. Because you put it there." His words were spoken with such certainty, for he could not imagine it any other way. He felt the pounding in his head only intensify the more they argued about this. He still did not feel strong enough to go outside and commence their return to Camelot city. He was dreading it... since they were be journeying to the city together. Just what he needed: more Caitrin de Archer... Not. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 16:37:14 GMT -5
-------Vortigern was not the kind of man who felt gratitude of honor from the offer of a prayer towards his father. Hell, his father needed all the prayers he could get. But he cared not if this woman offered to pray for him. He supposed that was what she would do, having been brought up in a nunnery and all. However, Gildas' words were in the front of his mind. Which was what caused him to give a bit of a smile and short nod. "He will appreciate that." Because Vortigern sure as hell did not. When she went on to say that she would have liked to meet him, Vortigern was not sure if she was being sincere in this desire or not. Perhaps after they had a conversation of a longer nature, she would wish it was his father who came instead of him. But there was nothing he could do about it now. And he was not going to invite her to Soleria to visit him.
-------Even if he was trying to be 'nice'. He did not want to encourage another visit between them. Which was also why he was desperately hoping this would not work out. That both their fathers would let go of this possibility and allow them to move on. For the time being, they would have to be civil towards each other. "Your father is not misinformed then," he told her. If there was anything Vortigern could speak about with ease, it was his father. But he did not want to praise the king and make himself sound like a little pansy of a son. He did not like saying too many nice things for it destroyed the reputation he had tried so hard to build. He could be polite but not offer too many words of kindness... maybe. "Refreshements will be good." And obviously expected considering who he was. "The journey was indeed quite long." Not really.
-------In actuality it was quite short for when one dreaded the destination, the journey seemed to speed by. "But I am certain it will be easy to recover from." Hopefully. If her castle was actually fit for a prince. He followed her before positioning himself alongside her when they were walking towards the hall. He did not want to walk behind for that was degrading, but he could not walk too far ahead because he had no idea where he was going. This would seem like a suitable balance. Her question did not surprise him. She must have lived a dreadfully sheltered life. "Once again, you were not misinformed." Though he did not know where to begin. "I have ventured far and wide throughout the realm of Albion. Mostly as a representative of the Solerian Royal family. And to visit allies and family, some categories of which overlap."
-------Good god. Why was he talking about this right now? He doubted she cared, because he certainly did not care about such menial chit chat. "What is it exactly that you would like to know?" He questioned, wondering where her interests lie. "I imagine you do not get out of Gwent a lot. There must be much you wish to learn of the world." In a bit of an indirect way, he was calling her sheltered; perhaps even naive for not being able to experience a world beyond Gwent. Of course, these were all assumptions. He knew no details of her life. But what his father found admirable in her, having stayed here to help King Alistair, Vortigern found weakness. Which really was not a rarity for the prince of Soleria. He tended to focus on the more negative traits of a person rather than the positive ones. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 16:21:52 GMT -5
-------Before she could speak, he knew he would have to remove the binding from her mouth. Not that he actually wanted to hear her irritating voice which held only defiance and stubbornness. But it would make it far more fun to hear how she talked herself out of this one. Or attempted to. Or even tried to reason to him. If she was smart, she would admit defeat. Vortigern pulled out his dagger and held it in a downward direction. The blade slipped in between her cheek and the cloth tied around her mouth, though the flat edge was on her cheek so that it did not pierce her skin. In this motion, he slowly lowered the blade as it caught on to the cloth, pulling it down around her neck.
-------She wasted no time speaking. He pulled out his dagger and kept it held in his hand. It was easy to threaten someone with words, but weapons added more legitimacy to it. He had already slapped her once. Had he not warned her that he would do it again with a blade? And now, he had one, firm in hand; ready to strike if need be. He smirked upon hearing her response to his sarcastic and uncaring question. "Well I can easily leave you once more in the darkness. If that is what you should desire." Right now, he was making it sound like her sight, her ability to see, was a privilege and not a right. That he could strip her of that privilege easily. For she would have to earn these small perks of her current condition.
-------And he was obviously not going to make things any easier for her. "And here I thought you would have had the time during your travels here to reflect on your outrageous behavior. And perhaps recognize and attempt to redeem your mistakes." Her mistakes; not his. She was the one who had provoked him. Granted, he would have tied her up and dragged her here anyway. It was just fun to remind her that her stubbornness and pride could not get her out of this. That her defiance was not working in her favor. He saw it not as bravery, but rather foolishness. And the sooner she realized that, the less inclined he would be to wound her further. "But if you have not learned your lesson yet, then I am sure you will soon enough." For he had many ways to teach her how to act properly in her presence.
[So I just had him remove the cloth from her mouth so she could speak. Hope it was not too much god modding there!] |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 16:09:54 GMT -5
-------Vortigern could not believe this! Now she was trying to really shift this around, and place the blame on him. Like hell if he would allow her to dare do such a thing! Not only that but she let out a sound of amusement, even if it was more of a scoff than an actual laugh of amusement. It was still completely unappreciated and cause to find further annoyance. "What the hell could I possibly want from you!" His voice spoken with evident distaste. "You have absolutely nothing I want. You are the one who would stand to gain from this." Mostly by having a child of noble blood. Dear god. Would she come to his father and say that she was carrying his child? Vortigern could deny it and call her a delusional psychopath with a mental affliction.
-------But he knew his father, and he knew how family orientated Gildas was. He would investigate and uncover the truth. If she did that... Vortigern would make sure she was dead the moment she stepped foot into Soleria. "It was a waste of my time!" Meaning, she was not all that good. Quite frankly, Vortigern did not remember a moment of it, right now anyway, but he was just angry that she had accused him of making this happen. Of having the audacity to suggest he could benefit from this. And now she was shouting at him! Vortigern may have grown expectant of her rudeness and clear disregard for respect to those of a higher rank... but that did not mean he was going appease such behavior. Or act like he approved of it.
-------He glared at her, as this seemed to be the expression that she most genuinely brought out in him. "Remember who you are speaking to!" He snapped. She ought to remember such a thing for he was not far from forgetting it. "Stop attempting to blame me for this!" He knew, deep deep deep down, that they could argue about this until they were both blue in the face and void of their voice... and it would not solve anything. It would not answer anything and both of them were far too stubborn to admit defeat. But he had his pride and his ego and he could not just let it go... especially not for her. Ah. Wonderful. More sarcasm from her. "Well thank god you are actually wearing something, since you were clearly too eager to remove your clothing last night." Again, he did not remember anything but he was obviously blaming her for this.
-------Which meant... she would have been the one to instigate and facilitate it. What a nauseating thought. When she did answer his question, she did so with far too much clarity. "Ah ha!" Point proven! "So you do remember!" Just as he had suspected! She was responsible for all of this! He could not remember worth a damn what had happened, nor where he had left his vest. Yet, she seemed to recall the memory with far too much ease. And she had even been watching him closely to have seen where he put his vest. Instead of showing gratitude for informing him of the whereabouts of his expensive article of clothing, he acknowledged it as a confession; an admittance of guilt. Now, they really knew who to blame for this. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 15:54:19 GMT -5
-------Blah. Blah. Yadda. Yadda. Vortigern wanted war! It was sickening and immensely frustrating to have to congratulate someone on obtaining peace when it was so contradictory to Vortigern's own goals. He wished he could extend a declaration of war to Uther, rather than conversations filled with false admiration and hopes of peace. Vortigern took another sip of his wine knowing that it would be the only thing that would get him through this discussion. And ultimately, through this entire trip to Camelot. Everything Uther said was indeed true. Gildas would often speak of how difficult it was to achieve peace between kingdoms, and why it was therefore essential to maintain it. Vortigern could care less. And from the way Uther spoke, it sounded like a conversation better had with his father.
-------Vortigern knew it, and it seemed Uther was aware of this too. That given the choice, the both of them would prefer Gildas to be sitting here than his son. Vortigern decided to finally speak when Uther accredited his son for these peace treaties. "Did not your son jeopardize the entire treaty by lusting after King Olaf's daughter?" Everyone knew of this. And everyone knew of Olaf's over protective nature for Vivian. It was one of the reasons that his father had never forced him to pursue a marriage with her, for he knew that Olaf was not quite prepared to let her go. Many wondered if he would ever be prepared to let it go. Vortigern also mentioned this just to see Uther's reaction. Because all this talk was boring, and why not trying to add some subtle attempt at provoking the king while he could.
-------Aware of the fact that his father would strongly disapprove of this, Vortigern decided to go on. Attempting to justify his motivation for asking, even though the only motivation was to get a rise out of Uther. "I ask this because, as I am sure you are well aware of, King Gildas wishes to work towards a peace treaty with you. Once your son is king, we must be sure that he is in a stable frame of mind. And will not continue to endanger existing peace treaties by lusting after prohibited women, or engaging in other acts that will only provoke allied kings and their families." It was a legitimate concern, was it not? Vortigern doubted he was the only one who had it. Surely some of the other royals present during the peace talks had concerns after the entire Arthur and Vivian fiasco. He had even heard rumors that King Alined was highly displeased by the entire thing. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 15:42:36 GMT -5
-------Vortigern managed to suppress a scoff when she suggested that a new carriage would be her welcoming gift. How bloody ungrateful! She should be bestowing gifts on them, as she was a visiting guest and they were hosting her. So these were the kind of women Naevia was friends with? Vortigern decided that next he saw her, he was going to have a chat about her friends. And to make better ones. Friends of higher standing rather than little insignificant noblewomen who think that they can demand presents from royalty. He was increasingly irritated by her company. And wished all the more that he could rid himself of it. "I would not count on it," he said bluntly. As his father was not yet present, he may as well get out all the comments he could... or insults rather.
-------The subject of Naevia was a bit easier to engage in. Though Vortigern was angry with his sister for going behind his back to arrange this entire thing. Granted, he would not have considered it for a moment if she had told him ahead of time. Not that he was even considering it now. "She is fine," he said. Once again, in a casual yet blunt tone of finality. As if he really was not enjoying talking to her. "She had matters to attend to." Matters, aka, trying to play matchmaker and failing miserably. He pitied her children who would have deal with an insane mother who tried to arrange their marriages to completely unsuitable mates.
-------He had clearly not cared that he left her standing there, confused. She should know her place which was behind him. Not ahead of him, not even alongside him... always behind him. It was not until she questioned his actions that he paused and looked at her. Did she really just ask that? What a dreadfully outspoken woman. Most did not question such a thing; they just went along with it. Yet now, she questioned his reason for walking off. And Vortigern was not impressed. In actuality, it only worsened his already foul mood. "Were you expecting a red carpet and trumpets to honor your arrival?" He asked with rude sarcasm. "For all the townspeople to gather in the courtyard so that they could wave as the Lady Isabel made her entrance to the Castle of Soleria?"
-------Oh yes. Sarcasm at its extreme. "For me to offer my hand and grandly grant you entrance into the royal castle?" And the sarcasm just kept coming. He shifted slightly closer towards her. "For if you expected all these things, then you have come to the wrong kingdom." So much for remaining polite and courteous. His father was going to kill him. But it would be worth it if it meant he would have this opportunity now to say all that he could without having someone monitoring his comments. |
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Post by Vortigern on Sept 7, 2011 15:30:05 GMT -5
-------Vortigern did not believe a word she said. The more she denied it the angrier he got. Why could she not just admit that she was responsible for this. Then they would not have to talk in ridiculous circles as they seemed to have spent all day doing so yesterday. And apparently, spent all night doing something else of an entirely different nature. The thought of what they had both done with each other made him inwardly cringe. To think, he had set his standards so low when he was so used to keeping them elevated. Revolting indeed. "Well clearly you wanted something from me, and damn you for getting it!" Because whatever she had done, had made him sleep with her. If they were in Soleria, he would have her killed for this. Or rather, kill her himself to give him that satisfaction of being the one to do it.
-------The anger on his face grew when she continued to deny it. When she said he had a thick skull. "And when you are going to let go of your stubborn nature and just admit what you did!" He doubted she ever would. Her stubbornness was what made her so infuriating. It had made her company yesterday intolerable and the same was said for the present, as he was stuck in a room with her. When she then said that he could turn around, Vortigern had no desire to do so. He did not want to see her face. But he could not just remain standing there like. At least she was dressed now. At least they were both dressed. Yet, the question now arose: where do they go from here.
-------His eyes searched the room, clearly looking for something. "Where is my vest?" He demanded accusingly. Obviously, she had to know where it was since he had not been coherent last night. Had she taken it? Tried to steal it? It was worth quite a bit of money, though as a noblewoman what use for money would she have. Perhaps she just wished to earn boasting rights; that she had stolen his clothing. Damn her indeed. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 24, 2011 20:30:29 GMT -5
-------The knight, following his master's orders, rode non stop to the estate. As soon as he entered there was a small gathering of men to greet him. He got off the horse, pulling off the princess of Ailantha with him. "Is the room prepared?" He asked one of them. "As prepared as it is going to be," another answered as he started to lead the way. The knight left the sac on Yassia's head, pulling her with the rope her hands were bound with. "Watch your step princess," he said, but not to be polite. Only to make sure she did not fall and crack her skull... for then Vortigern would have his head.
-------He led her, or dragged her rather, to the lowest level of the estate, warning her of the steps. Once they arrived, a couple of men opened two doors that were the equivalent to a castle's dungeon. It was a small, empty room with no window. A stone cold floor with stone walls and nothing to make it charming or provide a welcoming atmosphere. Once she was inside, the knight kept the bag on her head, under the prince's orders, threw her inside and closed the door behind him. "Keep an eye on her. Sir Vortigern should be arriving any time now." And with that, went off to get some food into his empty belly.
-------Vortigern rode towards the abandoned estate with minimal stops. He only went to the border area to dismiss his men, telling them to accompany him and leaving a couple for patrol. Which of course was common. He then rode steadily and speedily toward the designated holding place for Yassia. A few fleeting thoughts of whether his father's knights would intercept entered and fled his mind. Now was not the time to be paranoid over such things. He needed to focus on the task at hand; on taking her to a more secure location were he could properly extract information from her. Through whatever means necessary. He rode quickly until the area came into view. With his stop, the others should have arrived already by now. Vortigern took the opportunity however to get a report on whether anything eventful occurred in his absence.
-------Once he rode through the gates one of his men hurried to his side, taking the reigns of his horse so that Vortigern could dismount. "Sire," he greeted as the prince dismounted. "Anything to report?" He questioned as he walked towards the entrance of the estate, his knight following quickly behind him. "No sire. We kept watch diligently and have men placed in the surrounding area, should your father's men take notice to our presence, or grow suspicious." Good. That was what Vortigern wanted to hear. That there was proper surveillance. "And they have arrived?" He asked, already walking towards where he had told them to take her. "Yes Sire. Sir Sheldon is resting and the princess is in the room you designated."
-------Vortigern continued on forward, descending the steps of the estate. He made his way to the room she would be waiting in, the door being opened for him before he even needed to ask. It was left open only a little to allow some light inside. But otherwise, Vortigern purposely left it dark, void of any torches. Just to add to its effect of being remote and isolated. He walked towards Yassia, reaching his hand up to finally pull the sac off of her head. "Yassia," he greeted, in an exaggerated and rather sarcastic amicable tone. "How have you been faring?" He asked, once again with sarcasm for he knew it could not be well. "I know you are used to more, extravagant accommodations." Yes. Now he was flat out mocking her. |
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Post by Vortigern on Aug 24, 2011 12:47:07 GMT -5
-------He knew that their words of questions would remain unanswered. Until she stopped lying to him, and to herself, and admit what she had done. Then... well they could carry on with the next appropriate course of action. He was not even sure what that was. Since this entire thing was hardly appropriate. For him anyway. How was it remotely appropriate that he had slept with a woman like her, one that he did not even like; one that he had spent the entire previous evening arguing with! How had one thing led to another? How could the mood between them have shifted so much? Surely not just from alcohol. No. She had planned this. Yes. Of that he was certain. "Apparently, you do not!" He retorted when she said she had enough rank. "You wanted a child with royal blood. And now look what you have done!"
-------Part of him hoped she did become with child, for he would never admit it was his. And she would have to live it it for the rest of her life. Then again, he did not want something that she carried in her womb to be of his blood. How demeaning! "Do not pretend that you wanted otherwise and do not lie by acting clueless! You had far more to benefit from this than I!" For him, it was humiliating. For her, it was a chance to have a royal baby. When she blamed him, he just felt his anger build. "How dare you blame me!" The thought that he had done this, or been a part of having facilitated this, was nauseating. "I would never have lay with you with a conscious mind! Therefore, you did something to me. Drugged me, or perhaps enchanted me!" Sorcery was not something far from his mind either... it seemed that anything was possible as this point.
-------He despised her tone. Her 'command', ordering him to turn around. Ordinarily, he would have argued, telling her that she can not tell him what to do. But in this situation, he knew that if he argued or remained stubborn and refused to move, then it may seem like he wanted to just stare at her in her state of undress... which would then lead to the possibility that he had wanted this, or had something to do with it. Which he did not! So with that logic, directing an intense glare at her, he turned around. "Watch your tone with me," he added. Just because he did not want this to become a habit of hers; of addressing him in such a way. Just because he had complied, did not mean she should think she could get away with ordering him about... just like he was not going to let her get away with forcefully seducing him! |
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