Domini Kingdom

The King and Queen of Domini danced in their empty hall. It wasnt a day for festiveness, it was a day to honor the dead. The grim people of Domini today lit bonfires to honor those who had fallen to disease, a tradition that began a generation ago when a Black Mage unleashed the bone plague on the unsuspecting nobility.

Only their steps echoed in those empty halls, the marble a gift from Bratford the builder. Tall curtains covered windows and mirrors, the king of Domini didnt fancy looking at his own reflection, despite the Queen's beauty.

Their solitary waltz betrayed only the simple truth, this was a couple in love. Already they have ruled the kingdom for ten years, and still they remained unwaveringly together.

Jocasta Ingridfel, the Queen of Domini. A blonde beauty in her mid twenties, her fair complexion and gentle curves often hinted to elvish blood in her lineage. She was admired for her melodical voice and impeccable manners, her detractors would call her softhearted. Jocasta was a survivor, barely past the age of fourteen a cruel king would sacrifice the virgin to earn a Demon Lord's blessings.

Alexandrius Ingridfel, the King of Domini. Apparently a well built man in his early thirties, in fact a Demon Lord summoned ten years ago, and now a gleeful resident in his would be master's body. It is said it takes an iron gauntlent and a silk glove to hold the chaotic Domini Kingdom, Alexandrius has been more successful than any of his predecestors.

The two had fallen in love at first sight. With a single kiss their bound shattered the mystical yoke that enslaved the Lord of Fear, and the mad king fell prey to powers far beyond his understanding. To rule came naturally, but just a trivial distraction from all that really mattered to them, each other.

With the passing years, and as Jocasta matured, so did her fears age. At first she feared their love was one sided, and that she was being tricked. Then she feared he would leave her, and what life would be like without him. Then she feared for him, that his time away from his plane was toiling his power. Then she started wondering what made her so special, and started fearing other women would seduce him away from her. It was all an alluring bouquet for Alexandrius, foremost because, like him, she never once wavered from her steadfast devotion for him.

Her fragance hinted of an unknown nightmare. Underlying there was the sweet aroma of arousal, and guilt. She desperatedly wanted a chance to break it out, bare her soul, but the King enjoyed the lingering ****. He had long given up trying to antecipate the maddening twists a woman's mind could take.

The unheard song was over, there were only them in the vast empty hall. Jocasta lips part.