You might’ve noted that I’ve added less in the way of Facebook activity and blogs in a long while & I’m really sorry, but heat and other crud, most days have me up but not wanting to do much. 😦 However as I sat with the Steam client open after getting my butt killed by Tekken 7 idiot spammers, a fire lit inside, getting me to write! So after a cup of coffee, (with no sugar, blah), an old old story was added to.
Before showing though, let me be clear this story began long before I added her to my lady friend’s and my role play and the story DOES NOT have the rp in it. With that said, here is Skya’s yet unfinished piece. Please share feedback with me thanks! 🙂
A Princess’s Forbidden Desire
Skya and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!
As a twenty year old elf princess with navy blue hair bathed in a pond near her forest kingdom, words of her mother and father started ringing in ears, telling her not to go too far, and she needed to pick a prince from one of the other kingdoms to wed. While getting her hair wet, ready to be washed, Skya didn’t hide the fact that their warning and the “Pick a prince” speech bothered her, the sigh crossing her lips proved it did. About the warning, she admitted creatures like goblins and such lurked in the shadows, Skya killed a few herself before, feats that only sharpened her sword skills, but to picking a husband, the idea chilled her to her core.
Finishing up, getting herself dry and dressing in the low cut pink kimono that showed a good bit of cleavage, something that her parents frowned upon, the thought of marriage still went through the elf woman’s head, making Skya cringe. Oh, it wasn’t the concept that made her feel sick, she wanted a man, children, everything marriage offered, what made the bad taste in her mouth to start was the fact that all elven males of royal blood seemed too much like weak children, hiding behind their money, afraid to fight, a trait which turned her off. Fixing her hair bow and white boots, tying the laces, a sigh of longing dropped from Skya’s mouth because she felt as if a man she could call hers had to be out there waiting, but she didn’t know how to find him.
Putting her sword between her kimono and the waste wrap, securing it, a noise that sounded like a tree twig snapping caught her attention, having the elf jump on a tree branch, her sword ready. While looking around finding nothing but night, it wasn’t lost on her that the trees spirits felt the slightest changes in their homes, a fact making Skya put a hand on the tree as she began chanting a spell that would bring the spirits out, After a few moments of speaking the words, light green started glowing around the elf woman’s hand and the tree trunk, having Skya shut her eyes.
Every piece of her being told her this wasn’t the time to lose a sense, especially if an enemy was in the darkness, something she already knew, but Skya had to focus on what the spirits said, meaning she needed to close an ability. With her eyes close, the path to the spirits that call the trees homes began appearing, letting them come to her, whispering in the elf princess’s ear. As she listened to them, it couldn’t be denied Skya felt an uneasy feeling growing within her, as if something had her dead in its sight, burning a hole through her, causing the elf’s eyes to burst open and jump away from the tree as a creature came after her.
Though she knew this wasn’t the time for jokes, “How dare you interrupt my conversion with my friends!” bled from her mouth playfully while drawing her sword. Skya wasn’t a fool when it came to fighting, she felt like there were more creatures in the shadows, waiting, but soon, more dark elves, goblins and whatever being the underworld rejected came out, surrounding her. True, Skya knew her skills with the sword were almost unmatched, something she took great pride in, but perhaps even she had to admit there might be too many for her, an omission unbecoming of her.
Looking at the elf woman’s body, it couldn’t be said some of the dark elves wanted to rape her after capturing her, the way they licked their lips said it all. Everyone of them knew the dark elves and those who rule the eight tree kingdoms of the land were at war, it went without saying, but to catch a prize like the princess before them and use whatever to seduce her so they could defile the heir to a kingdom, possibly get her with child appealed to them, having them smirk. While most of the older soldiers held back, forming attack strategies, the thoughts of fucking Skya whirled around the younger troops, pressing them to attack her, a move that had her kill them easily. It went without saying the rest of the group came after the elf, having her fight for her life, a fight worrying her, but while the soldiers and monsters got a few good licks in, nobody saw about twenty of them be killed, beheaded by an unknown force, making the battle freeze.
“My gods, sixty against one, can we say unfair?” echoed from the darkness, bouncing off the trees, confusing the dark elves, even the princess. While all tried to figure out where and who this was, mumbling began among the solders, but a dark elf with redish hair came out of the shadows, holding a sword that Skya hasn’t seen before, but she didn’t know if he was friend or foe, having her ready her blade. The man’s features told the dark elves he was one of them, making the leader try to ask him to help them capture her, but before he finished, the stranger appeared behind him, wiping the crimson from the sword as the head elf’s head fell to the ground. After their leader’s body dropped, it took little to deduce this man had no sense of loyalty, at least in their minds, calling their force to attack.
Standing there, the navy blue haired princess watched the man battle his own kind like a demon, still unsure what to make of him. Skya could cast a spell to read his mind, that she knew, but watching the man, there was something about how he fought that drew her in. As the fight went on, it amazed the young elf woman the way he handled his sword, drawing and sheathing it, but using his hands and feet as well, leading her to the conclusion he must’ve studied in Izura, which would make sense. Perhaps her naive nature had a part in it, but Skya admitted this guy would be a perfect mate for her, if he wasn’t the enemy. Yet, though she couldn’t explain it, she felt something with him, like he had a human way about him, making her curious.
Seeing the last dark elf fall, the stranger flicked his sword, clearing it of blood before sheathing it. Walking off, his eye caught Skya’s beauty in what little of the kimono she had left, having a wolf whistle leave his lips, making her turn away, but, “You best go home princess, before more show up.” follow semi kindly. Thinking about what that leader asked made him ill, the way his fist hit a tree gave proof to it, letting, “Why can’t I just go my own way, why pick sides here?” enter his thoughts as he sat by a campfire and started to take apart his sword, cleaning it. Since waking up in that body, a joke god or fate played on him, people always ask him to take a side, getting him sick. He wasn’t blind to the fact there was a war going on, evidence of that fact was everywhere, even so, the man wanted no part in it, having him keep a low profile.
As he continued caring for his blade, thoughts of his past and the goddess or whatever that flooded him, making the elf want to curse. He remembered its words, that he’d find a woman and happiness there, but even so, it couldn’t be denied that the concept of reincarnation had no meaning to him, having a laugh begging to get out. Sure, it couldn’t be denied that he saw a light before waking up days earlier then finding himself there, but he wasn’t ready to call it divine, the word wasn’t the one on his tongue. And yet, no other explanation fit, leaving a blank in his mind, having a piece of the man open.
Jumping through the trees, trying to get home before her mother and father knew she went against them, though parts of the elf princess felt they guessed, her thoughts went back to the fight and the stranger who aided her. Every fiber of Skya knew he was a dark elf, that couldn’t be denied, but, “If he’s an enemy, why did he kill the commander?” spilled from her lips, inviting more questions in. True, it might’ve been a ploy, she admitted it or a rogue within their ranks, causing her head to spin more.
As Skya got through her bedroom window of the castle, she began feeling eyes staring at her, freezing her in her tracks. “You went to the Black Forest again to bathe, didn’t you daughter?” a female asked from the corner, gazing at the princess. The queen knew Skya had a defiant streak, after all, she taught her to have a strong will, her mom admitted that, but to go into the forest beyond the boarders made the queen’s head spin. Approaching her daughter, little needed saying she found a fight, making her look Skya over, ensuring she wasn’t hurt, but, “You make us worry when you do these stunts, I hope once you pick a mate, you will settle down!” came tumbling out firmly but lovingly.
Hearing the same thing about marrying one of these weakling princes made the navy blue haired princess’s stomach turn, making, “Mother, I told you and father I’m not interested in those children! I mean, they’re too scared of swords, for fairy sake.” left Skya’s lips as she turned to mend her kimono with magic. What she hoped to find was a mate who seemed like her equal with a blade so she might test him, and if he could face her in a duel, the woman would pick him as her mate.
The queen didn’t deny her daughter’s observation, she agreed that almost half the princes seemed like weaklings who are too afraid to fight, a fact driving a sigh from the woman. Yet, tradition stood, meaning Skya had limited options, having, “Dear, I know you want a man who’s equal to you with a sword and in bed, but there are any. Besides tradition states that you have to pick a prince to wed soon…” left her mouth. While true, the elder elf would do anything for her daughter, even try to find a better mate for her, but there just weren’t any within the royal lines, bringing her to Skya and rub her shoulders.
Every part of her knew her mother spoke truth, though Skya admitted it, the truth was hard to except, letting a sigh pass her lips as the elf continued mending her garment. Life with one she didn’t love or view as an equal made her ill, having, “I should’ve let those soldiers capture me…” cross her mind in that moment of sadness, dragging her deeper into that pit, but she also knew that thought was just a reaction. Just then, images of the dark elf who came to her aid started coming to mind, lightening her sorrow, making Skya smile. Still, the man was a mystery and it couldn’t be ignored that he was a dark elf, but the things the female sensed from the man needed to be investigated, getting, “Mother, there might be an elf that could be a match, he helped me earlier, but I want to find out more, can you stall father?” out of the young navy blue haired elf, while turning to her mom.
“Who is this man of whom you speak?” left the older female lips in a concerned tone as her eyes locked on her daughter’s, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth. Oh, she wasn’t calling Skya a liar, far from it, but she was aware her spirited daughter had a way to get out of royal matters, making her examine the young elf’s words carefully. After what seemed like an eternity, though every piece of her mother could be heard fighting the choice, in the end, she wanted Skya to be happy, having, “Okay I’ll help you, BUT I wish to meet this man,” come out kindly, watching the princess walk to the window, leaving. It wasn’t a question that she feared for her daughter every time she saw her go on these treks, it went without saying, and yet, she did teach the elf to be her own person, giving her some piece of mind.
Making her way through the trees, it wasn’t lost on the young elf that she didn’t see which direction the dark elf walked off in, but some part told her that he had to have somewhere near the area she was attacked. She had no idea why she had that feeling, it just made sense, sending her towards the clearing. True, returning there might invite more enemies, a fact that Skya knew all too well, but the risk was hers to make if it meant seeing the stranger again, having the elf make her way through the trees. As she landed, images of him still had their say over Skya, drawing the navy blue haired princess in, but as she relived seeing the stranger, something more about his expression caught her, giving her the feeling she must find him.
Walking through the forest, trying to remember which direction he went, his expression stayed on the young elf woman’s mind, feeding the need to see him. Sure, it went without saying that Skya wanted to see the dark stranger’s fighting ability and cross swords with him as a way to test to see if he could be her one true mate, the woman already set her mind to that, but how he looked spoke to her. To her, it almost seemed like a great sadness rested upon him, as if the man had something taken from him, prompting something, perhaps a caring nature to surface and drive her forward. Continuing deeper into the area, flickers from a campfire called her attention, having her put her hand on her sword while slowly approaching, ready to draw if needed.
Sitting by the fire, cooking fish he just caught not long ago, his free hand went for his black wrapped Katana and started unsheathing it. Though he didn’t know how he knew, maybe his sharpened senses told him, but he knew the elf princess was in the brush behind him, triggering, “Thought you’d be back in your kingdom and not back here.”to fall from Draven’s lips while checking the night’s dinner. He didn’t deny wanting to see the woman who had barely anything on under that kimono of hers, who wouldn’t, he just thought Skya cared for her own safety rather than strolling in the same place she was attacked, but perhaps not, letting, “Well, it isn’t my concern, hungry? There’s enough fish.” to leave his lips kindly.
“How did he know I?” went through the young elf woman’s mind as she came out, watching him. She thought she was well hidden, able to observe him, she admitted that openly, leading the princess to believe the dark elf used a spell to locate her, having Skya approach with caution. She couldn’t deny being at a loss for words as she sat down, especially when he knew she was watching him, causing the elf to hesitate about taking the food. True, she knew he looked like a dark elf, a member of the race who wanted her as a captive, she knew that, but everything about him said otherwise, giving her the courage to say, “I didn’t thank you for helping me.” Skya knew other things could’ve been said, questions about him for instance, that seemed like the right thing to do.
As he picked up the stick with his dinner on it, it didn’t escape him that she thought the fish was poisoned or whatever, having, “I know I look like a dark elf, but if I was a soldier for them, why would I help you?” be posed, adding, “Besides, this war doesn’t concern me.” As he said that, there was little doubt in Draven’s mind any spy might say the same, leading him to just take a bite. Still, Skya looked as though questions were on her mind, a look that didn’t irritate him, just unsettle the man, making, “Why are you looking like that?” to leak from his lips, looking at the princess.
Perhaps images from before dictated it because, “You don’t act like a dark elf like I’ve encountered, more like a human.” leaped from her, a reply she wanted to take back due to it sounding blunt and that was hardly her way. Skya couldn’t describe how low that statement made her feel, making her want to disappear, a fact making the princess slowly stand and begin to leave, but he grabbed her hand, having the elf woman look at him strangely. Clearly her statement reflected badly on her, something she regret, she had more tact than that, yet, the way her savior looked, she could tell he had a story to tell, compelling the navy blue haired elf woman to sit.
“How can I explain this when I don’t undersrand how it happened?” went through his head as he looked at her, eyes asking her to sit. He knew if he said that he was human reborn as a dark elf it may give her the impression that something wasn’t right with him, a fact having Draven struggle to find the words. Though it felt like eternity, a feeling he couldn’t explain started coming over him, covering the man and making, “Princess, you are correct, I’m not really who you see.” bleed from his lips as he looked up into the sky, trying to find more words to follow. Draven wasn’t like this, this open, he admitted that, but the elf woman seemed to have a friendly aura about her, letting, “Don’t know if you’ll believe this, but I died a human, waking up in this body.” There wasn’t any doubt in his mind if she told him he was nuts, the way the man told her made sure she would think that, dragging him into a pit.
Sitting there, listening to this elf’s story, parts of which Skya didn’t what to believe since he could be lying to her. Yet, looking at the man, the navy blue haired princess’s intuition came into play, having her think about the old stories her mother told, causing, “You mean, the gods didn’t think it was your time yet?” It must mean your fate has yet to be written.” carefully drained from the female elf’s lips as she studied his eyes, noting any deception. Oh, what she said didn’t mean she bought it completely, Skya knew Draven could be part of the same dark elves her father and her kingdom were trying to stop, but when she saw his eyes, some truth to his tail seemed possible, drawing her curiosity out.
He didn’t know if the princess believed him or not, back in the old days of being human, reading women wasn’t something he did well, a fact Draven admitted with no hesitation. Still, it seemed like weights were lifted from him after he told Skya what he could, but what she said about fate and all made him think. Though not ready to accept that the gods had a design for him like the elf woman suggested, because god had little meaning in his life, and if he did put him there, it might have been a joke, but it did make him ponder the possibility that the man hadn’t yet fulfilled what fate had in store, making him nod.
She didn’t know why, but as she sat with him and heard more of his story, some part of the elf wanted to know more about him, how he passed on in his world for one, but everything in Skya told her not to ask. How Draven fought intrigued her however, letting, “I’ve never seen use of a style that uses the blade and empty handed attacks like yours, where did you learn it?” flowed from the elf woman kindly as she ate the fish he handed her awhile ago. True, he could’ve learned the art from the Izurian people, that much she admitted, but now that she knew Draven was once human from another realm, it stood out he might’ve trained in it before, letting Skya just listen.
“My my, this princess is sure after something.” rang through Draven’s head, raising flags, begging the man to question why she asked, although while looking at her, that feeling that attracted him to her started kicking in, quelling the question. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he found her hot or easy to talk with, but, “I’ve learned the style when I was human, but added a few things, like the drawing and sheathing between techniques to make it my own.” fell from the dark elf’s lips, watching the princess. To him, it felt as if Skya was asking these things as a way to test him for something, a feeling peaking his interest and letting, “I mean no disrespect princess, but I can see you have something on your mind, so why not just ask?” leave his lips.
Looking away, as if his statement offended her, the young elf wanted to counter him with attitude, every piece of her will demanded it, yet, “How can I tell him he could be my match?” went through Skya’s mind, having her struggle. Oh, she knew she wanted to test the man to see if he could match her with a blade, there wasn’t little question of that, but perhaps the man’s features bewitched her, because the way to explain herself left her, leaving the navy blue haired princess at a loss. Sitting the trying to find a way to explain herself, an overwhelming need to just leave washed over her, making the elf woman stand, but some force, be it longing to find the man that was her equal in battle and bed held her there, forcing a sigh from her before, “I have this dream of finding a man who’s my equal in bed and battle. After seeing how you are, I feel you’re the one I’ve searched for.” spilled from her lips kind of weakly.
While listening to the elf princess’s words, Draven didn’t deny the fact that thoughts of them being together didn’t visit him after helping her out, only a fool would say it didn’t. Still though, even if they did battle to find out they were “FATED” to be, it would be hard due to him being a dark elf, a fact that made, “The fates are a bitch!” exit his mouth in an angry mumble. He knew and had every right to be pissed at who or whatever placed him in that body, not to mention in a war where the man could only keep moving to avoid getting involved with it, two good reasons for what was about to flood out. And yet, as the words gathered on his tongue, it hit him that a forbidden love might be fun, but more than that, the thought crossed that the two could end this war, something making Draven smile.
Skya could only guess what made him smile like that, but in someway, the elf woman took it like he accepted her challenge, having the navy blue haired princess return the gesture. Standing, getting ready to go back to the castle, “Tomorrow then?” flowed out kindly as she looked at Draven while fixing her sword’s sheathe between the waste wrap, hoping her excitement wasn’t bleeding through. Before jumping to a tree branch, the elf princess looked at the man that seemed to be the one she longed for and smiled, anticipation for what might blossom after her test for him growing within her heart.
After watching Skya disappear through the trees, Draven couldn’t help but wonder of she was the one he heard a voice beckon him to seek, having the dark elf toss the subject about in his head. “She is good with a blade and a hot number too, so maybe?” he stated in a semi serious but playful tone, not trying to avoid the fact that her parents may try to keep her from him since he is in “that” body. Oh, though he joked about sex and the fact that a forbidden romance with her would be fun, Draven had respect for Skya, getting him to plan on how to attempt winning over her parents, a task the man knew wouldn’t be easy.
Getting in her bedchamber window, Skya’s eyes fell upon her mother, a look of wonderment on the older elf’s face. “By your look daughter, it seems like the man you spoke of accepted your challenge?” her mother asked softly, a curious ring echoed in her voice, knowing it wasn’t unlikely. With a flick of a hand two cups filled with a sort of tea appeared on the worn oak table as she added, “Come, have some with me and tell me about him. After all, I’m covering for you with your father.” came out kindly, but had a way of not letting Skya forget she owed her mother.
The navy blue haired princess knew she had to tell her mom something about Draven, of that she couldn’t avoid, compelling Skya to sit. Every piece of her screamed not to say he was a dark elf, that would kill any possibility of a future with him, having her pick her words carefully. Hoping she wouldn’t say the wrong thing, Skya took a breath before she said, “Mother I think he IS the one. I mean he’s kind, attractive and how he fights, using his sword but also his feet in concert with his hands amazed me.” with a sort of passion in her voice as she told about him. As she took a sip of the tea, the princess could tell by her mother’s expression that she might’ve said a bit too much, a fact worrying the young elf.
As she suspected, her daughter was in a fight and this man, whoever he may be aided her, one thing giving the older elf peace while sipping the liquid. “I see, my little one.” This man does sound like your equal, but by the fairies, I want to meet the man who helped you.” Skya’s mother said in a half order half corned tone, trying to stress the fact that she risked too much nowadays