Marriage of Royals

Instead of shaking your outstretched hand, Arániël Habryústiël Valaquendë snakes her feminine hand deftly up your forearm to your elbow as the other grabs a hold of your other hand before running down across your forearm. This startles you but you are far from feeling a want to resist this charmingly beautiful svelte and lithe sapient in front of you… her soft, delicate, and feminine hands sending chills of pleasure down your spine.

Smiling warmly Habryústiël says in a kind, soft, and very sympathetic voice, “My Haryon John of Thule… perhaps we can assist each other by agreeing to my proposal.”

While entranced by the gorgeous princess, you think you hear Elizabeth struggles to silence a whispering groan of protest… seeing the man she desires about to be taken from her. Strangely so does Margaret… though you are at a loss for why. She never showed any great love for her sister, Elizabeth before.

Assuming that the request may be something you would rather avoid, you ask Habryústiël. “Assist you how, Arániël Habryústiël…?…” You have an idea of what she may want… considering you are seriously limited in what aid you can provide at the moment.

You already thought Habryústiël was intimately close to you a moment ago, but when she steps closer your heart skips a beat, her majikal perfumes tingling your senses. You notice her Tirisarato are nervous at the proximity, but her dear friends are softly giggling and whispering behind her… with several sympathetic and knowing looks to the two jealous nobles behind you.

“Due to recent events you may be uninformed of how the Kingdom of Hossener has been on the decline. They border your kingdom and were subjugated by an ancient dragon, Quetzalcoatl, and his army of Perlócës {Half-Dragons}.

Habryústiël hand running farther up your arms, she gets even closer as she continues, “This happened relatively quickly despite their trade with Valaquendë. Their size of government handicapped the economy from supporting a better State Defense.”

Your eyes meet again as her hands run up your shoulders and down your back, “That has left Quetzalcoatl with an experienced army looking to conquer us. Normally Valaquendë would have little problem with an army from Hossener… the previous government seemed all too happy to pick a fight with us every half century or so. However, the beasts are horridly powerful and their father is all too willing to lead their war against us.”

Habryústiël gets closer as her hand runs down to your waist, the other resting over your chest, feeling your hear beat with excitement. _“_In exchange for three platoons of tirisakh {Army}” _She blushes, her eyes on yours as she smile_s, “…and my hand in marriage…” She giggles as your heart beats even faster in your chest, your cock pressing into her thigh, she adds, “\…and several crates of gold pressed palladium, that I have consolidated from my own wealth; You will agree to assist in the defense of my home.”

You groan slightly, the prospect of marrying such a beauty is very enticing.

Habryústiël appears pleased that your body language signaling you are amenable to the idea of mating with her. Elves were far from everyone's definition of beautiful and some let their emotions confuse themselves with the darker side, such as hate and fear.

A relationship with Elizabeth, your sister Alexa, and anyone else is secondary to a political marriage that links states. To solidify an alliance by marriage between royals of Valaquendë and Thule would be phenomenal…

Yet anger the Thule nobility who seek to marry off one of their daughters to the king. Your father had mentioned once or twice that the Houses of Thule's genetic pool is in **** want for some outside influence.

Composing yourself you get back to negotiations.

“I’m sure you are aware of the current strife within Thule…? I must deal with both Shabana and my Uncle Fredrick before I can assist with defense of your home. Marrying you, Arániël Habryústiël is an idea that I find very compelling… However, how would Thule soldiers do any better than yours against an ancient Dragon?” You find everything about her abundantly attractive, from the way she moves, her stature, her face, her demeanor and voice.

You feel very guilty about Elizabeth and having already claimed her purity meant she really is under your dominion for the rest of her life. You would let her leave but you both consider such a life worse.

Abruptly you feel a small feminine hand tentatively rest on your shoulder blade. You sense that the hand belongs to Elizabeth and she is conveying her continued support of you and this arrangement; but that only makes you feel even worse about it… Of course not enough to turn down this young Elvin princess’s hand in marriage…

Accepting a marriage with Habryústiël seems to fulfill both your carnal desires and Thule's want to be ruled by you.

“Oh Shabana is a Valaquendë half-elven agent… She is the only female in Quetzalcoatl’s tirisakh {army}. Three platoons of Elvin tirisakh are to help you eliminate all resistance within her command… and those at home.”

“As for fighting Quetzalcoatl himself… My mother, Tári Aaliyah Valaquendë {Queen} and the Enclave believe he will continue to fight over the Valaquendë even if Shabana’s forces were neutralized. He wants Thule to kill Shabana. The only reason he tolerates her is because she is ruler of her duchy and a beloved hero to Hossener’s plebeians and even its old surviving noble houses… I feel confident we will be victorious…”

While the offer is tempting you wonder if you should accept it, it all depends on how much you trust the Elvin kingdom…