A Sword For Angelique

Due to the fact that Angelique knew something about the sword, the princess had been able to get her added as her personal attendant. What this meant was that Angelique was given a suite of her own in an adjacent room to the princess Louise-Marie herself. It was a fairly large suite with a large 4-poster, its own privy and its own sitting room complete with a desk. She would also be expected to attend her for meals and whenever and wherever she went. She would be allowed free days but her freedom had been inadvertently cut short. She was also paid a wage of no small amount by the princess’s own allowance. She was also permitted to carry a short blade. She was supposed to meet Trevare to receive it as insurgents had used them in the south against he and his men. It was quite effective as they were very concealable, easy to draw and kill a man just as easily as any other weapon. It lacked the broad hand guard as the fencing weapons most people used but it did have a cross hilt so she could fence with it when she needed to.

Both janine and Geneva had expressed a more than small amount of jealousy toward her. Janine had become ‘snippy’ with her but that to would pass. Trevare had suggested they meet away from the estate and for her to change her normal style of dress to a more pleated variety where a pleat could be slotted so she could reach down inside and draw the weapon out. It was a wooded area just beyond the grounds. The trees were thick and numerous when she saw him. He was dressed in a green coat with dark green britches. His hat was black and he had a plume of blue feathers that trailed back from it. He looked sharp in the coat and britches and he towered over her in his black, knee high boots. He nodded a bow to her at her approach and looked her over.

“You are...as beautiful as ever my lady,” he said at her approach but his voice had that same, emotionless tone to it that made the compliment seem commonplace. His dark eyes brightened however which said alot more. They always did that when he looked at her and rarely elsewise she had come to know. But he looked...distracted to and his eyes flickered away from her to her right more than once as she came up to him. Before she could say much or even greet him in kind he took her up into his arms and kissed her quite thoroughly. His lips were surprisingly soft and warm upon hers though he did not use his tongue. Did she want him to? “Someone followed you,” he whispered and he hugged her to him as if their meeting was a romantic one. It would not due for anyone to see him bringing her a weapon. Inquiries would be made, distrust, suspicion and more. However she was able to take in his strong, earthy scent. Musky, a strong man’s smell that made her want to inhale even stronger as he held her close, his lips nuzzling her neck but he put no pressure so he could speak though she felt him inhale her scent as well. That and she felt that he had apparently liked that kiss more than he let on by what she felt up against her leg. A tall man indeed! He smiled at her, he never smiled and she found that though he was doing it for the watchers benefit, he looked even more handsome when he did.

Angelique was surprised when she found out that she had been made the princess's personal attendant. The room she was given was extremely large and featured its own privy. As a friend to the princess she was almost royalty herself and treated so by the servants. Her room was right next door to the princess's and she was expected to go everywhere with her. This was good for Lorelei because she knew that the princess would speak more openly to her now.

She was to meet with Trevare that afternoon to receive a short blade. She would have preferred a rapier, but at least this could be concealed. It wouldn't look good for her to openly carry around a weapon, even if she did help save the princess. She had taken his advice and had changed her dress to something more suited for concealing a weapon. As she approached Trevare she was struck by how incredibly handsome he looked. He was always handsome, but today he looked very striking. As she reached him she noticed him looking at her and then slightly past her. She was about to greet him when he suddenly grabbed her and kissed her. She was surprised, but was even more surprised to realize she was kissing him back. As he pulled back her mind was left reeling and she felt somewhat breathless. It was then that he began to kiss her neck and whispered that someone had followed her. He would feel her tense a little but she did not look behind her. She wrapped her arms around him and couldn't help but feel that despite that kiss being a rouse, he seemed to have quite enjoyed it. She began to kiss along his jawline.

"Is it someone you recognize?" She asked in a whisper.

She felt wonderful in his arms and her scent made his head want to spin with delight. Her lips, so soft and perfect made him feel as if he had had to much to drink. It had been a long time since Trevare had a woman which was to say he had few in his lifetime. Getting close to someone and someone learning of it made them a target and you only had to feel the sting of that once before you learned you never wanted to feel it again. Angelique felt soft as he held her and yet muscular. Her shoulders and back were surprisingly solid. Perhaps she practiced with the sword alot? He wasn’t sure but he was sure that he was completely aware of her lips on his jawline now. What had she asked? He remembered though it was difficult to pull it from his head.

“Oh, uh, the small..woman, with dark hair?” He could not remember her name, not with the sensations that flooded through his body right then. “God I want you,” he thought, however she heard those words albeit whispered come from his lips. He had not realized he had spoken them aloud and he still didn’t. His eyes flickered back up and the woman was still there, watching. “She’s uh, still there,” he whispered and she felt his hands move to press her abdomen up against his hardness as his lips pressed down upon her exposed neck. The pretense was quickly washing away in him she felt, his true feelings for her coming out into deliberate action.

Trevare was a man of action and all thoughts of who she really was or that she was married had not filtered into his head. He pulled back from her to take her face into his hands and then he planted a real kiss upon her. Strong but delicate lips that touched the corners of her own then pressed down and took up her entire mouth. He tasted somewhat sweet, with a hint of that earthy taste, subtle like that she had tasted before as an aftertaste of wine. His hands were large upon her and she felt them drop onto her breasts as he continued to kiss her urgently.

OOC-I can't remember, which one is she?

Lorelei knew that was . She began to wonder why she had followed her when she heard what Trevare said. It was soft...barely a whisper, but she had heard it. Her heart actually began to beat harder in her chest. What was she doing? She felt confused, but continued to allow Trevare to kiss and touch her. She could feel his hardness pressed up against her and it actually sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe it, but she wanted him too.

She felt him pull back for a moment to look at her before he kissed her again and this time she knew it was a real kiss...his true feelings. But she was lying to him. She wasn't who he thought she was...and she was married. Armand! She tried to think of him, but all of her thoughts were focused on Trevare. Finally, she managed to pull back and she looked at him.

"We can't...we shouldn't..."

She was breathless and her face was flushed and her eyes dialated as she looked at him.

OOC- sorry lol. I meant to just type this up and add in the name (I'm assuming it's Janine) but apparently forgot about that

Trevare was now going on instinct. She felt her hands on him and her lips. Her own taste was like sweet butter on his tongue. And then he felt her pull back. She looked up at him and though he heard her words her hands did not let go of him. That and her nostrils flared with the intake of quickened breaths. She wanted him, he could feel it. He moved an increment toward her and she shifted as if she would accept his continuation of the passion that burned into his bones. But she had said the words. To continue would not be right, he agreed though silently. “I don’t know why or how it happened, but I love you Angelique. It is wrong but it is how I feel...I...I will not apologize for that” he said and his eyes looked pained as if to not have her right then had been painful. “My blood boils when I think of you,” he said breathlessly and he shifted again toward her though he did not kiss her. His eyes moved from hers to her lips to hers again and he did not lessen his hold upon her. It was clear that he needed her right then and it was also clear he would not take what wasn’t offered freely.

Janine had seen her leave, “That dark haired chit!” She scoffed to herself. “Something is up with her...I know it!” She grumbled as she followed Angelique out onto the grounds and beyond. She wanted to find something out she could use against her. Something...anything! As she followed her into the tree she saw a man in the distance, a tall man and she thought she recognized him. However her heart sank to a degree when it was confirmed the man was Trevare. Nothing interesting about that! Still, if there was to be a show, she would stay for it, maybe something interesting will happen? However when it was just a romantic tryst in the woods...she left them to it and headed back.

"OOC: So, how are we doing? I'm trying to make it interesting and stimulating for you and also not so easy. You still enjoying this?

OOC- Yes, I definitely am. My posts are a little shorter because I'm having to type them up on my phone because my work computer decided to not like the board. You certainly are making this difficult. I'm not at all sure right now what Angelique is going to do.

IC-Everything in her body screamed that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But she loved Armand still, right? All she could see when she thought of him now was him choking her. She loved Armand, but she knew in her heart he would never trust her. But she was lying to Trevare too! When he told her he loved her she felt tears come to her eyes. He was in love with Angelique. She could feel him watching her...still wanting her. Finally she forced herself from his arms and looked at him.

"Trevare, I must tell you something..."

She then confessed to him who she truly was and told him that she was working undercover. She knew she couldn't tell him everything, at least not yet. However, her final confession was that she was married. She looked at him.

"I'm so sorry I lied to you Trevare. I lie to so many people, but I just couldn't lie to you anymore. I feel something strong for you...it may be love..."

His brow furled as he listened but he did not react like a jilted schoolboy. Trevare was a worldly man, not necessarily well traveled but someone who did not come to love someone easily. It was when they fought side by side that sealed it for him. And now her name was Lorelei and she was...married. However for some reason, it was not a shock to him. D’artagnan was involved after all and he pulled him away from a place that needed him to a place that needed him more. It was all making sense now and Lorelei would see him working it all out behind his eyes. Surprisingly his desire for her did not seem to change. The light he held in his eyes for her remained and she knew his next words were going to make all of this even harder.

“Lorelei,” he repeated back to her. If only he had not said her name with so much affection behind it! He took in a breath and put his hands on her arms. “Right or wrong, I know i should just walk away but I can’t. It’s done and I can’t ignore it, I can work with you and treat you like a colleague...I see in you a zest for life. A will to do something that matters. You are Lorelei, you are doing that. But I see courage in you and i am drawn to it...to you. I do love you Lorelei and regardless if you tell me it can not be so, it is. God help me, it is. I lived so long,” he began however his hand slid up to her neck and he softly moved his thumb across her jawline. “Knowing that tomorrow could be the last time I look upon a sunrise or see a beautiful woman smile. I will look upon you and see the woman I love. If you tell me to stay at a distance, I will and love you from afar,” he said and shifted closer to her. His eyes were dark pools of adoration. Softer now, like his touches on her face. “But, if you do have feelings for me, do not hold yourself back. Let it run its course and let the future decide our fate, not indecision or the possibility of regret. Deal with regret when it comes. Live Lorelei, life is so short. Live and love and be who you really want to be. I want you, I want all of you. Your body, your courage and your heart,” he said softly and he leaned down closer to her. “If you offer these things to me I will take them, if you do not than I will not,” he added and she could smell his breath and hear his heart beating so fast for her and her alone.

Lorelei waited for Trevare to begin yelling at her...to tell her how terrible she was for deceiving him...but strangely it didn't happen. She watched his face...his eyes. He was thinking, but he didn't seem angry or upset. She waited with bated breath for him to speak...to say something...anything. When he finally did break the silence the words he began to say we're not what she had expected. As she listened to him her heart began to beat faster in her chest. Several tears slowly slipped down her cheeks. She felt loved...truly loved as he looked at her. He didn't look at her with disgust or with an untrusting eye. He knew her flaws and accepted them...accepted her.

As she looked up into his eyes she did not know what the future would hold, but she did not care. For now she wanted him...wanted to feel loved. She suddenly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

Trevare made love to Lorelei right there in the grass under the cool shade of the trees. She gave herself to him and he took her body, her courage and her love for him and held none of his own back from her…

The sword was half as long as a regular foil but a bit thicker to hold up better against a rapier. Still semi-flexible it looked natural under her skirts and he made her practice drawing it out both standing at with her leg bent. It was well concealed in that style of dress and it would serve her well should she require it though he hoped she would not. Somehow knowing how he felt and what they had done, his demeanor didn’t really change but knowing what she knew allowed her to see all that lay behind it. She felt given more time she would decypher him fully and the best thing, the most important thing was that he did not even make a suggestion to control her. He loved her for who she was and attached nothing more to it. A liberating kind of love that was rare like the man he was. However in two days she was due to return home to Armand. And she knew he loved her as well. The question now was, what would she do with this new information involving the King?

At Dinner The King had not addressed her specifically, in fact she had not been addressed at all but there were many people there. However the princess did look at her oddly from time to time. Half way into the meal however she could not let the silence continue. Under the din of the other conversations she whispered to Lorelei.

“Well?” when Lorelei only looked at her she continued. “How was it with Trevare? I’ve heard he’s hung like a mule, is he?” She asked incredulously. “If you say you do not know I will call you out on that lie, I see you daydreaming of him...or just it? Did it hurt? Did you cum hard?” she asked without any sign of bashfulness or shame in her eyes or voice.

Lorelei gave herself over entirely to Trevare. With him she felt free and knew that he loved her for who she was. Afterwards, she whispered in his ear that she loved him as well. While she would have loved to have stayed there all day, she knew she needed to be getting back. They reluctantly dressed and he finally gave her the short blade. They made sure it was concealed in her skirts and easy to remove. She practiced with him a few times before she had to leave. They shared one last kiss before she walked away.

That night she sat next to the princess at dinner. She glanced at the king and began to wonder how she would be able to see the scar on his leg...if it was there. She began to realize that her only chance may be to seduce him. As she was thinking about this she heard the princess begin to speak to her and realized she was talking about her encounter with Trevare. Her comment actually made her blush...mostly because it was true.

"I'm not sure how it happened, but it did," she admitted. "But it m sure it was just a one time thing."

The princess smiled and congratulated her. “If your blushes are any indication, I can guess he was pretty good. If it’s just ‘a one time thing’ then you won’t mind if I have at him then? He intrigues me,” she said as she looked away toward her father. “Something about him makes me feel like he is a tiger or a lion stalking me in the halls. I shall make it so he catches me,” she said. The truth of it was that she could do it. She had ways of getting men into her rooms. The entire estate was at her disposal and Lorelei had no doubts she would succeed. The thing was, would he...take her? And if he didn’t, what would she do? And if he did, what would she do?

Angelique hesitated. The princess would see the conflict in her eyes. Deep inside she was confused. She was married to Armand and still loved him, but she knew that she also loved Trevare. She doubted he would sleep with the princess, but did she have any right to tell him he couldn't if he wanted to? No...she didn't. He had told her he loved her and shown her he loved her, but he was a free man and she was technically a married woman.

"No..." she finally said. "I wouldn't mind."

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