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AN – Some
good news! My story has inspired my good friend and the creator of our beloved
Phaetonian Prince into writing a little ficlet entitled Never Leave Jorowyn
Alone. It’s about Jorowyn and his various hijinks in the Silver Alliance
story line. It will be a “behind the scenes” look, so to speak, following
Jorowyn as the main character, in conjunction with the events of my story. It
will explain more about his enigmatic character under the depths of drunken
cynicism, giving an insight to why he does what he does and why he acts the way
he does, and also show what happens with him when no one else is looking. Which
can sometimes be dangerous and unpredictable. I have high hopes for this one,
so if you’re a fan of Jorowyn’s character, I highly recommend it! Find it here
at ff(dot)net by looking up the penname “Ginsan.”
Chapter 16
Homecoming—Endymion
~~*~~
“The war is over!
The King has returned!”
Serenity
gasped a few days later, jerking straight at that sudden and unexpected
announcement. Endymion was back? Already? Serenity turned to lock eyes with
Diana, who shared the expression of shock that was undoubtedly on her own face.
The nameless warrior continued on, excitedly spreading his news through the
halls of the palace. Serenity hesitated only a moment before she forced herself
to get to her feet.
“Do
I look alright?” she questioned of her Mauian companion, nervously lifting a
hand to her customary bun-tails, now offset by the delicate tiara of a Queen.
Then she dropped her eyes down to her gown, a simple peach-colored affair meant
more for comfort than impressing one’s husband. Diana just smiled reassuringly
however.
“You
look wonderful, as usual,” was the Mauian’s solemn reply, making Serenity smile
a little and relieving some of her tension.
Serenity
turned from the atrium then, where she’d been sitting enjoying the afternoon
sun and a small break from her never-ending lessons, and hurried off for the
transporter. Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest,
those pesky butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach threatening to
send it right up her throat from nervous anticipation. What would he do when he
saw her? What would he look like after these many months apart? Would he be as
handsome as she remembered, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Had he
missed her at all while he was away?
These
and other questions raced through her head as she finally stepped into the
massive chamber. It was to find her mother already present, as well as Luna and
Artemis, greeting a tall form garbed from head to toe in black armor. A figure
she well knew.
“The
Negaverse has been beaten back for now,” Endymion was assuring them, his deep
voice as strong and powerful as then one she remembered. Not noticing her
presence, he continued, “Pluto and Saturn have both been restored for the most
part, and though the Youma are not completely eradicated, what few pockets
remain are unable to mount any kind of concerted strike.”
“You
don’t sound very triumphant,” Artemis pointed out after a moment, tone
cautious. That caused Endymion to smile a little, face pained.
“A
few cryptic words from a Time Priestess and your own niggling self-doubts will
do that to a man, I’m afraid. We are safe for now, yet I’ve been cautioned to
see well to our defenses in the event of another strike. The other planets have
been advised to do the same. I would see what can be done to bolster the
protections here on Lunara before I leave for home.”
“Leave?”
she parroted loudly, in her shock forgetting that she was supposed to be
listening covertly. The other three turned to her in surprise and Serenity
jerked a little, then blushed in embarrassment. Yet she lifted her eyes to her
husband, swallowing a little when his face gave very little away of his
reaction—just as before.
“After
I have seen to the defenses here on Lunara, we will both be leaving for Earth,”
he clarified for her after a slight moment of pause. Serenity felt her eyes
widen in shock.
She
hadn’t even considered that possibility, which was probably naïve in the
extreme. “I . . . but, I . . . thought . . . you were going to live here,” she
fumbled, thrown out of sorts in her startle. “The Alliance is here, after all.”
Endymion’s expression hardened.
“My
place is on my own planet, in my own Kingdom. I appointed your mother as High
Chancellor for a reason, so that I wouldn’t have
to remain here all the time.”
The
soft censure in his voice for her naiveté made her flinch.
“How
long before you expect to leave?” The elder Serenity questioned, not looking
any more pleased with the prospect of her daughter leaving than she was, yet
able to hide it far better than the younger Queen managed to. Endymion didn’t
turn away from her, however, keeping his gaze locked with her own as he
replied,
“It
shouldn’t take more than the rest of the afternoon to see to what needs be.”
Serenity
just gasped. “So soon? But . . . can’t we wait—,”
“No,”
he interrupted firmly, expression hard. “I suggest you begin packing up your
things.”
Serenity
just stared at him for a moment longer, then abruptly turned on her heel and
hurried back out of the transporter room before he saw her expression crumple,
not wanting him to see her cry. She was jogging by the time she reached her
room, throwing the door open without preamble before collapsing onto the foot
of her bed with a sob.
Diana,
who had been waiting for her return, just gaped and blinked in shock.
“Whatever’s
the matter?” the silver-haired changeling demanded incredulously.
“Endymion
is—making me—leave,” she cried between gasps for air. Diana winced.
“You
both are to live on Earth then?” Serenity could only nod, and the Mauian
sighed. “I had suspected as much. He would want to stay with his home country,
wouldn’t he, as he’s the only living heir left?”
“But
. . . he wouldn’t even listen to me when I tried to ask if we could wait,” she
whimpered. “Just for a little while. He was so . . . so mean. Telling me we have to leave by this afternoon, and to go get
packed!” Now she scowled, petulant anger replacing her hurt. “As if I were a
common maid!” Diana came to sit with her on the bed.
“Perhaps
he’s just over-tired?” the changeling tried hopefully. “He has been at steady
war for nearly five months now, Sere. Maybe he didn’t necessarily mean to be so
short with you. I’m sure the man has to be completely exhausted.”
Serenity
frowned, unwillingly conceding that fact. She supposed that was a good
possibility. But still! “I don’t want to leave Lunara,” she whispered then,
lips trembling. “I won’t ever get to see mother, or Luna and Artemis.”
“Of
course you will!” Diana insisted, snorting. She gave her friend an exasperated
smile when the blonde lifted up enough to look at her. “Earth might be a little
medieval compared to what we are used to, but they still have communicators and
transporters. I doubt the King will forbid you to contact your mother. No doubt
you will be able to speak to her whenever you wish, and visit as well, whenever
there’s time.” Diana reached out to wipe away a tear then. “Moving away to
Earth isn’t the end of the world, Sere. Think of it as an adventure.” The young
Queen made a disbelieving face and Diana chuckled. “I know full well you’re
absolutely mad with curiosity about that planet, there’s no use trying to deny
it to me. I heard you bugging little Helios incessantly about every little
detail when he visited last month.”
Serenity
turned sheepish at that, then sighed heavily. She was rabid with curiosity concerning Earth and their mysterious
ways. Everything just seemed to be so different there than what she was used
to, relatively sheltered here at home. Serenity had pestered poor Helios quite
thoroughly when the young High Priest had come to visit here a few weeks back.
Luckily the kind boy hadn’t minded chatting with her for a while. Yet all too
soon Serenity was forced to leave him alone to his original purpose, which had
surprisingly been a luncheon meeting with the solemn Queen of Saturn. Serenity
had wondered at that—and at the almost shy pink color that stained Hotaru’s
pale cheeks when Helios had noticed her standing there and smiled—but
eventually she had left them to their own devices with a secretive smile. She
did enjoy a good romance, after all.
Serenity
finally got up out of the bed and dried her face at Diana’s urging. There was
no use crying over something she couldn’t change. Better to just stand up and
get it over with. Serenity called in several other maids to help her and the
Mauian begin on the arduous task of getting packed and ready to leave. The bulk
of her things could be brought over later she supposed, but Serenity wanted to
make sure she had all of her essentials. A few hours later, when a guard came
to inform her that Endymion was waiting for her, Serenity felt fairly prepared
for it. She swept out of the room, Diana trailing after her, with the maids
left to gather what had been packed and follow them.
Endymion
stood off to the side silently while Serenity said her goodbyes, hugging first
Luna and Artemis, then her mother. The older woman had a glimmer of what might
have been tears in her eyes, but otherwise refused to let it show. She hugged
her daughter tightly, murmured that she would contact her soon to make sure she
had settled okay, then gently pushed a-now-teary-eyed Serenity back and toward
the transporter. Diana gave her goodbye hugs as well, then Serenity turned and
marched resolutely toward the transporter. She lifted her chin, refusing to
look at him directly as she came to stand near.
“Did
you pack your entire room?” he questioned when she did so, causing Serenity to
gasp, and turn to pin him with an indignant glare. Yet she was thrown off a
little by his small, playful smirk. Endymion nodded his head toward the herd of
maids that had followed. “It certainly looks that way.”
“I
only packed my essentials,” she bit out somewhat petulantly. “The rest of my
things can be brought over later.”
“All
that is just ‘essentials?’ Gods save me,” he groaned then. “I may not have the
room to house you.”
It
took her a moment to realize he was teasing her. Serenity flushed, turning
away, unsure whether she wanted to be angry or flustered by it. Perhaps Diana
had been right, and fatigue had been the reason why he’d been so short with her
earlier. And perhaps this little show of light-hearted humor was his way of
trying to soothe her?
Endymion
said nothing else to clue her in, merely turned and headed back for the
transporter. Serenity took a bracing breath before she followed. It felt almost
as if walking through a dream, the surrounding atmosphere heavier than air but
lighter than water, a strange and surreal in-between. A kaleidoscope of color
burst around her, and then suddenly Serenity was standing in the center of the
rose-bush forest she’d seen when Endymion had first arrived.
The
young Queen gasped, eyes rounding with shock, her senses nearly overwhelmed by
the explosion of color around her. Lunara had no natural vegetation, only
man-made wonders that were—according to others—exquisite in their own right.
But for someone who had grown up around them all their life, the towering
crystal spires and silver turrets weren’t near so amazing as the brilliantly
blue sky dotted with fat white clouds above, the painfully green bushes and
trees that surrounded her, the delicate bloom of a perfect ruby red rose, or
the curious little flying creatures currently hovering near them.
“What
are those?” she eagerly demanded of Endymion beside her, motioning to the tiny
things and completely forgetting that she was supposed to be annoyed with him
in the face of her curiosity. He chuckled.
“Those
are bees. They’re insects, they feed off the pollen that the roses make. Don’t
get too close,” he admonished, catching her elbow before she took more than one
step in that direction. She turned back with a blink, and he gave her a small,
reassuring smile to soften the sharpness of his tone. “Bees will attack you and
sting, especially if they feel threatened. Best not to bother them.”
“Can
I go see the flowers, Endymion?” she questioned, but he sighed.
“Later,
I’ll bring you back so you can explore,” Endymion promised softly, “but not
now.” For the first time Serenity caught a hint of bone-deep weariness in his
tone and expression. He really was as
tired as Diana had suspected.
Suddenly
feeling guilty for pestering him like a child, Serenity forced herself to hush
and stay quiet for the duration. Instead she contented herself with inspecting
everything around her silently as Endymion led their procession out of the
garden and into the massive golden-stoned castle beyond. So engrossed was she
with her surroundings that Serenity never noticed all the wide-eyed, gaping
stares of the surrounding Earthlings that she drew—with her obviously foreign
and exotic Lunaran colorings—nor of the amused, affectionate smile of the man
beside her.
Endymion
didn’t think he’d ever seen anything half so precious as Serenity was right now
as he led her into his home, craning her neck this way and that, blue eyes wide
and unblinking in an attempt to see everything at all once. He hoped to be able
to make it up to her later for his current surly disposition. Endymion had known
full well that he’d caused her to cry earlier despite how hard she’d tried to
hide it and—though it didn’t show outwardly—the knowledge did strange and
uncomfortable things to his insides. Yet right now, five months of constant
warring were taking their toll. The King wanted nothing more than to sink
himself into a hot bath, and then collapse into his bed and not get out of it
for at least a year.
Unfortunately
he had a few more duties yet to see to before he could do so. Endymion entered
the palace, and was immediately met by Helios, the captain of his palace
guard—Emery—and most of the palace staff. He paused on the threshold at their
roaring cheer, smiling, then lifted his hand for quiet.
“It
is glad I am to finally be back on Earth,” he announced. “No matter how many
wonders I have seen on the other worlds, nothing can compare to home.” There
was another cheer, then he turned slightly and put a hand to the small of
Serenity’s back, gently forcing the slender girl forward a little. His people
eyed her curiously, some with a touch of uncertain bias, but that was to be
expected. The reaction would fade with time, he was certain. “Allow me to
introduce my wife, now the Queen of our Kingdom, Lady Serenity.” The return
applause was more polite than anything else, but at least they gave her that.
The
people of the Silver Alliance—Lunarans especially—were not exactly popular here
on Earth.
Serenity
held her hands before her, managing a regal nod and smile. “Thank you for
welcoming me to my new home,” she called, her normally soft and child-like
voice surprisingly strong. “I hope to one day come to love it here as much as I
love the home I’ve left behind.”
Endymion’s
fingers gave a fleeting caress to her back—all the praise he was allowed to
give under so many other eyes—before he turned to Helios and Emery.
“Emery,
see that our defenses are air tight. I know the work-load has been immense with
the Warrior Kings no longer here. Have any replacements been decided?”
“I’ve
got some prospects in mind,” was the gruff, older man’s retort. “I’ll have them
on your desk for review by the morning.” Endymion nodded, then to the High
Priest,
“There
are many wounded to see to Helios. Take all that you need to assist you.” The
young priest bowed in acceptance.
“Maltha,”
he called then, the head of his palace staff. The slightly rotund woman stepped
forward. “Have someone help get all of my wife’s things upstairs, and then have
a bath made ready for me.”
The
older woman nodded, then hesitated. “Ah, where should I have the Queen’s
possessions stored, my Lord?” she questioned delicately. Endymion hesitated a
split instant before answering.
“Have
them put in the Queen’s Room.”
Maltha
nodded, then turned on her heel and hurried off to see his orders done.
Serenity waited until most of the press had dispersed and they were half-way up
the large red-carpeted staircase before she softly questioned,
“Queen’s
Room?”
Endymion
didn’t bother answering her, instead waiting until he entered into the large
double doors that led into the master bedroom. It was immense, filled with
thick fur rugs and colorful tapestries to ward away the chill, a massive
fireplace big enough for him to stand upright in to one side. Directly opposite
it was his bed, a large four-poster draped in black and gold on a raised marble
dais. Serenity had paused in the entryway, blinking in shock. Endymion merely
stepped over to the side, where another door lay. He opened it, then took two
steps through the small round antechamber and opened the next door, revealing a
smaller but no less grand bedroom beyond.
“The
Queen’s Room,” he answered finally, after she’d followed after him to see what
he was about. The atmosphere within was notably more feminine than the main
chamber, as this was traditionally supposed to serve as the Queen’s private
chambers. Serenity stared at it for a solid minute, silent, then she turned to
look up at him. Her expression was carefully schooled, but he thought he saw a
hint of sadness in her eyes.
“Is
this where I am to sleep then?” she questioned, tone neutral.
That
had been his original intention. It was probably best he put as much distance
between them as he could, to keep from doing something he knew he was going to
regret. Yet suddenly faced with the thought of it, he found himself violently rebelling
the idea and scowled.
“No,”
he answered firmly, taking her by the shoulder and turning her around, until
she was facing the huge master bed again. “You sleep there,” he continued,
voice gone husky, “with me.” Endymion watched her eyes flare a little, a hint
of pink coming up in her cheeks. In an attempt to distract himself from it, he
cleared his throat and sighed. “The Queen’s Room is just a place where you may
go to be alone, if that is your wish,” he assured. “A space that is all your
own, separate from me.”
Serenity
turned back to him then, smile suddenly blinding. “That is very considerate of
you,” she murmured, looking surprised and delighted all at once.
Endymion
was glad for the door suddenly opening, and the interruption of an army of servants.
Some went about settling the massive amount of belongings that Serenity had
managed to pack in only three hours time, others came to assist him in getting
out of his battle-worn armor and more still began setting up the massive copper
tub for his bath. Serenity stood off to the side and conversed softly with her
companion, Diana, through most of it. Once Endymion’s bath had been properly
prepared, and when the last of the servants had been chased away, the
silver-haired changeling departed as well, shutting the door behind her.
For
the moment completely ensorcelled by the temptation of fresh hot water,
Endymion completely forgot about Serenity and eagerly stripped out of his grimy
battle leathers. Then he slipped into the steaming tub with a loud sigh and a
pained groan of pleasure. Immediately much of the tension eased from his sore
muscles, allowing him to relax for the first time in what felt like years.
It
wasn’t until several minutes later—after he’d finished washing all the dried
blood and grime from his body—that he finally noticed Serenity again. Endymion
paused in his washing, his eye having been caught by a flash of peach. He saw
his slender wife hovering on the edge of the room, red faced, pretending to be
very engrossed in the tapestry she was facing. Pretending not to be sneaking
glances at him naked in the tub every so often and failing miserably.
All
fatigue suddenly forgotten, Endymion felt a rush of hot wanting suddenly roar
all through his veins. Stars, how many nights had he lain alone on the
battlefield staring up at the vast skies, hard and aching for her? When the
roar and fury of the battle had left him, lost in the moments of quiet
stillness between the fighting, he would lay there and dream of her. Endlessly
taunted with images and memories of their one night together; remembering her
pale winter-blue eyes, remembering the feel of her silky silver-gold hair
curling around his fingers, the satin soft texture of her bare skin against his
own. Remembering the way she arched so sweetly against him with her need, remembering
the sound of her soft voice whimpering his name. Every pant and sigh of breath,
every moan and cry of pleasure. Serenity had become like a phantom in his mind,
always tempting him to return.
And
now after months of frustrated and unfulfilled desire, here she was, well within
his grasp. Endymion should resist it, and her. Wanting her so fiercely was
dangerous. Yet for now, with nothing and no one else to distract him, he couldn’t
seem to summon the will to do so.
Instead
Endymion smirked slightly as a perfectly devious plan formed in his head—one that
would’ve done Jorowyn proud—before he cleared his throat, wiped his expression
clean and then put it into motion.
“Serenity,”
he called, causing her to start violently and wrench more fully in the
direction of the wall she faced. Her back was ramrod straight, arms tight at
her sides with mortification at having been caught looking at him.
“Y-yes?”
she stammered.
“I
can’t quite reach the center of my back,” Endymion announced sweetly, his tone
and expression the epitome of innocence. “As all the servants have left, do you
think you could come over here and help me?”
He
watched her fight with her timidity for a solid minute before she finally
forced herself to turn around and face him. Her face was a bright pink now with
embarrassment, and though she still looked uncomfortable, Serenity slowly crept
forward just the same. Endymion sat perfectly nonplussed in the bath until she finally
came within arm’s reach.
“What
. . . how do you want me to help you exactly?” she questioned then, staring
hard at his face and nowhere else. Endymion let a wicked grin form, then.
“Like
this.”
Serenity
let out a loud shriek when he leaned forward, wrapped one powerful arm around
her waist and then tugged her down into the tub with him. Endymion pulled her
to his side and then half-leaned over her, putting the stunned Queen on her
back and into the water up to her chest. Immediately the thin fabric soaked completely
through, clinging to her curves and further bedeviling him. Serenity didn’t
move from where she landed, her entire little body stiff with shock beneath
him, eyes wide with disbelief.
When
he suddenly bent to her, his mouth brushing a fleeting caress to her lips, she tensed
up even more. “What-what are you . . . what are you doing?” she fumbled,
sounding spooked and looking it too.
“Seducing
my wife,” he growled into her throat, an instant before he nipped her there,
causing her to jump a little with a gasp.
Yet
when Endymion suddenly caught her by the waist and pulled her closer, she didn’t
fight him. Her pale cheeks had gone pink again, but for a different reason than
chagrin as the slender female tentatively put her tiny hands on her shoulders,
and then one thigh lifted to cradle his hips. He was lost then, swooping
completely to capture her mouth with his, tongue burying deep into her own with
a tortured groan. All thoughts of steeling himself against her were forgotten for
now, lost in the face of her sweet surrender.
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