Extra Stories 4

As the Lady Commander of Queen’s Guard who owns the human Meera, once said to the Lady Hand of the Dragon Queen, the First one, the one who is serving along with the Hill House (Holy and Holly) as the replacing force for the Dragon Keep and its ruler, that the forces in nature are the only ones you shall ever fear. Daxos was still in the expectation of what he is going to face, if she is the one whom she presents herself to be, there could be ruses and deceits of any kinds and he doesn’t like to take anything to the fate, to the chance, just like that, and at long last, Quaithe, was there, the Shadowbinder woman who had no possibility to even exercise some of her powers onto the elven woman. She had nothing to shame, she couldn’t know. Still, to Daxos, it was rather unusual, to see her defeated before him like that. She should have been the name and the fame, all what was encapsulating her skill and the words about her, she failed so.

- I should sell you to the Elves, some of other representatives are even advising me to do so, you are good for nothing – the woman was behind the tulle curtains, she closed her eyes, she cannot even bear to look at him. - Please, don’t…

- Where is she now?

- She is being entertained by the town people.

- I see – the light glow was coming from one of the naturally made lamps, not by a man, it was the diamond shaped crescent and the sickle shape was making it deluged by the befouling consequences of the woman who was the play in the hands of the Gods. – So, what happened? Why didn’t you, Quaithe, saw into her. – There was nothing to see. I was dominated. She showed me what I am looking at and…there was a man, a man I never knew about. – A man, what man? – The shadow himself!

- He released you?

- You know about him?

- Ah, so you are shrewd. Yes, they are all over the place, they do, unlike you, their duties, well paid, it is unheard of not to achieve what we set for them, so, he was the one who scavenged you and freed you from the horrific fate, as belonging to Elves, and you know what it does to humans? – he was eating grapes, some of the most delicious vine fruits, he didn’t deign to offer her anything, to him, she was the failure of which he didn’t know how to get rid of.

- If he didn’t want you, why would I have any service from you? After all, it is another thing when you speak with the Elf, and another when you are owned, but nevertheless, I shall give you one more chance, the second one and if you do let me down, I am selling you to the first Elf Traders on the outskirts of Qarth – she stooped herself down, retreating, while all of her tanned and toned body was shaking, giving off such shudders, that even her bowels couldn’t control themselves, relieving herself somewhere where no one was peeking at.

The creed’s elixir was the great help, and the succor she didn’t receive from no one else. Daxos waited, for the silver woman to appear before him. It passed a lot of time, the time when she is no longer girl, she was the woman in her own apex right, in her own entitlements for the world, and she will ask something in return for the freedoms they are enjoying, if anyone is thinking that the word of Elf is everything they are owing their free lives to, then, they are greatly mistaken, and the Iron Bank of the world is very much strict when it comes in paying off your dues, and they owed much.

Thus, these people in hoods were coming in handy, they are to be misused, if that is alluding the survival of the greatest diamonded gems of the human worlds, what was Gondolin to the Elves, Qarth was for the people, the rose palm trees were waving joyfully on the never ending summer’s dream, for there was the dream for the spring they never had it and the winter winds never even brushed against them. He loved this town and these people of his, their felicity and prosperity was everything to him, and if he must sacrifice one soul for the benefit of all other, of the many, so be it. He was merciful when you do please him, and for how long he has to wait? This was the test, he knew for that much, if anything, this side of her never changes. When instantaneously he didn’t have to wait any longer.

Even before the royal trumps and the lofty clarions were announcing her advent, the folds of the seamless dress upon the waxed floor was his distress. He got up, smoothing himself out, settling for being who he was, each Elf is adoring when humans are natural with them.

- Sire – one of the whisperers, of Masters and Mistresses – she is on her way, the horse she calls, Huan, is taken care of, staying on the safe side of the fence. – And what about Dragons? – They are nowhere to be seen.

- She retracted her Dragons?

- They may come on her call that no one knows of how she is doing it, it is the secretive mystery. The secret ways in all their do and imbue, no wonder that human tricks and spells do not work each time on them, maybe, the woman under the serpent’s mask was right, who knows what we are dealing with here.
- We shall see. She was never high powered, her power lies in her stark influence. But the Time changes all, they learn while they fight, they improvise, and they grow in power, but still, they are the immoral beings when it comes to enthrallment, they learn by the experience and each of it, makes them different and stronger, howsoever, who am I to illuminate? Yet, who knows. People change, and for the dragons…She doesn’t want for people to fear her, to scare them off, that aspect of her, never changed. – It must be something in between the lines, our Sire.

- Good, keep a close eye on her, each time, she was coming for something. Everything else is the excuse – the man is gone as breath, and lastly, she was as if he could ever recall her, call to his unforgettable mind, she was the fantasy of the dreaming realms. Depicted as the Goddess of Dreams she would bring to you, the glimmering gown was her calling, the waistband was pleated in wavy patterns, the sandal shoes were the fantasized glory and the refining jewels were furbishing the ennobled skin of hers, and in her silver mane were the crown gems, only one is condition, to be hers.

- My dear – he bent the knee, and receiving her by kissing her refined womanly hand – all the Gods are intimidated by your beauty and grace, you are gracing us by your attendance, by the mightiness you give off – he was up – and you may grow and bloom evermore like that – upraised he got. – Oh, you are such a man who flatters even more.

- Well, I am a good hunter, and the hunter knows its prey before it is even caught. – Spoken like a true statesman. It is unlike you to speak, suddenly, about hunters and prey. I knew that you are all Wolves, under the skin of men. – Please, my Daenerys…oh, forgive me, I tend to forget myself… - Not at all. I am Dany, so please, call me as such. – Were the people to your liking, our Dany? – All humans are to my taste, pleasing me as such – something is off, it was her and it wasn’t. She did lots of transformation, and perhaps, that dress was too much for her, she was never that vainglorious. She was?!

There were no words from Gondolin, and for she to come alone, without her family, any family member, even the twin children or Boy King? That was unalike her. It doesn’t even sound like her, or this was just one of her phases?

It could be. Nothing is ordinary with her. For her mate must know of her holy expedition she takes, when she needs her bondage games, she could share with him or it was too much to take in? There is nothing to penetrate, just to play a game, the one she cannot with the mated one? This is how she was before, she stayed the same for this trip.

- Does anybody know about your religious journey? – he has her courteous hand, guiding her to one of the oriental cushions to sit down, it was the motley circle of bolsters and pillows, padded and mottled bounties of heart, to seat herself within, to nest, she appeared as the Queen of humans to him, oh dear, and she allows so many things, even for him to touch her and to come near. Little did he know when he situated himself as she did herself. – And, what are we waiting for? – You didn’t answer me, my Lady.

- It was advantageous, and now, what are we to be served? – he waited for it. He clapped his hands, and the thrall women were fluxing from each ironwood door or the curtain graced openings, or from the resplendence of the pores. They were veiled and in scanty clothes, ushering appetizers, thereafter, the main course, the fruits, the desserts, the sweetened pies and the whipped creams of strawberries, the shaved ice cream that is topped by the maple syrup, the chestnut puree as the last dish, and there was more, much more, this was just the beginning of the regaled revel, just for her. – Oh, you never let me down. – And how would you know? – they both toasted with the sour wine, it was pursing their lips, there was the silence. – Ah, the finest, don’t you think?

- And all these girls that are dancing around us? What are they for? – They are our reserves, for the elven servitude, in the event to insure ourselves. – Good thinking, and they are all who are owing you something? – Why of course – she was watching and watching, the spinning and rotating – you may choose or I have something even better, the one I kept for you – this nearly gave her away, he looked deeper into her, he saw the hesitation. – What for? Whom? – It isn’t the secret of what you are doing here, what you are finding, for your hallow respite. – But, I am wedded now. – So? You still come, and does anyone know? – It is the secret.

- Ah, still, you do not want to take a look? You may do with that woman…what you cannot with your mate, but, no penetration, no petting, just adulating somebody’s body – she got quiet. The girls were doing their eastern dance, all those flashing colors, twirling dresses and the wheeled wales were making her sick, or him disgusted. Daenerys was really into this? Oh, God. She is just like her father. Ugh. Even her soul is like his. On the Elven High Courts or Crystall Halls, there is no such thing as…the oriental dance and women clad barely, ah, Glorfindel. You took her here, and you groomed her to be the man like you in the woman’s body. Dammit. This isn’t my game.

- No. – You are rejecting? You didn’t even see her! – I said, I am not into it, no longer. – How so? – I grew up.

Now, this was the red flag for him. She grew up? It is the same thing that you tell how Glorfindel is small downhill, and that he doesn’t want any sex. When he was here, there was no maiden that stayed chaste. He took them all. He went even so far, that he brought them all along with him. Either in adorned chariots, or elven horses whose reins he pulled or some were even tied to him by towing them in the decorative cages, some were sitting with him and were held encircled by him or anyhow you would come up with, and all this by being bound to the tails of his animal companions. Their fates were pretty glad. Some even gave births and other were the part of Elf courts. He never comes back empty handed, and this is something what she took after him, but, he did hear that in another life, her half soul before fullness was against it, so, perhaps, this was it, and this is what in truth, salvaged Celegorm, for it would be the dead end, for him.
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- Still, just a glimpse? It is such a waste, you may even bring her along, either way, if she stays, she would be free, but with no much future, but if you offer city of God? – All right, bring her!

Other girls were free to go. Still, so atypical of her, while the music of orient never halts…