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Click here"There were a few women I took to my bed in my younger years. Honestly never gave it much thought."
"Oh" was all Aurelia could think to say as she looked around the room contemplating which elven lady had caught the prince's eye prior to her. Not that she minded she continued to tell herself.
Illandriil pursed his lips together, unsure of how to explain away his prior dalliances. It wasn't like he was going to stay celibate until Aurelia was born. Plus, it wasn't all that uncommon for elves to have a few lovers before settling down with a mate. Especially nobles. Thinking on it, it wasn't all that uncommon for humans either. He made a dissatisfied 'hmmmm' sound as he looked at her wandering cerulean eyes.
Finally he shook his head as if to shake off the conversation.
"Well then princess, Shall we?" said Illandriil as soon as his cousin was out of earshot, turning to Aurelia. His lips were turned up into an easy half smile.
Aurelia stiffened at the title on his lips.
"Stop that, I'm not a princess!"
Illandriil's lips curved the rest of the way, beaming as he held his lady's petulant gaze. He pulled her hand out toward other dazzling couples dancing in the centre of the room.
As the prince swept her through a dance, Aurelia caught a glimpse of jealous stares from a few female nobles, to which she correctly assumed to be the prince's past lovers. Illandriil himself seemed to pay it no mind, going out of his way to lavish his attention on his bride.
They stopped their dancing as soon as the wedding feast was announced. The prince guided her slowly toward an equally bedazzling feast hall. Sitting her next to him near the head of the table as the honoured guests.
If Aurelia thought dishes at the outpost were elaborate, the castle tableware was exhausting. Bright iridescent colours sparkled and danced on translucent crystal goblets, savoury smelling dishes decorating gold gem encrusted serving plates. It was intoxicating, like the sweetly scented perfume that hung in the air. Aurelia drank in the dazzling hazy scene one eyeful at a time.
"Here, take a sip of this" Illandriil said pouring a burgundy liquid from a silver jug.
"I don't like the taste of alcohol" Aurelia protested, remembering her first time being the same wretched purplish liquid that burned her throat, that she was offered one night by the rangers.
"Not this, this is different, try it" Illandriil commanded shaking his head at her and lifting a gilded silver cup to her lips.
Aurelia took a few hesitant sips before closing her eyes. The liquid burned her mouth but left a sweet heavenly fruity taste in its wake.
Seeing her enjoyment the prince smiled at her and handed her the rest of her cup to finish before pouring her more.
Aurelia giggled and hiccupped as the giddy intoxication of alcohol took her. A reddish flush blossomed across her cheeks with each sip.
Illandriil found himself slowing her down, intermittently giving her sips of water between each decadent course.
The rest of the night passed in a beautiful haze for Aurelia. Every so often Aurelia caught Cerrella who was seated not to far away from them, glaring at her but she did her best to ignore it, to drunk to really care. The last thing she remembered was the prince carrying her toward his room before feeling him tucking her into his bed. Gentle kisses peppered on her neck and face. Absolute perfection.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoSorry to hear you were ill and glad to know all is well. Have enjoyed the story much to this point and am eagerly looking forward to the next installments! Keep up the good work and ignore the comparisons. You're story is.just fine.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoThe one thing I notice about authors on this site is that, when they start getting stressed or worried about their writing it actually reflects in the quality of their work. Like if you were to compare your previous writing to this part you can see a drop in the quality.
I agree with Majestic. Having read The Seeker, yours is different enough. And the minute we start policing others on not having 'unique' themes is when we start losing good creative stories like this. So what if you're Hunger Games to Reckingball's Battle Royal.
The way you tell your story will always be unique to you! It's why it's 'James Cameron's Avatar' and 'Disney's Pocohontas'
What people have against your story is likely because you both used the word Seeker. But that's like Hugo boss coming down on Boss brewing for using the word "boss" in their name.
My advice: take your time and enjoy what you're writing.
MajesticJalmost 4 years agoI have been enjoying your story so far and I feel like I should reassure you after reading the foreword to this latest chapter. I have previously read Reckingball’s story and many others that deal with forced magical binding and power transfer and these are not new ideas. One of the better ones was The Last Triton by waterburn (no longer available). Maybe the fact that you both used the term seeker is what’s bugging certain people but the two tales are distinct. Besides your story is well written enough that I’m pretty sure you’re not an idiot and wouldn’t use such a similar title if you were plagiarizing. I’ve seen this before where fans of a series will accuse someone of ripping off their favorite author but they don’t realize how many concepts and ideas get recycled. I consider it axiomatic that if you think you have an original idea you probably don’t. So relax and enjoy writing your story and don’t worry about the self appointed idea police.
The_Diddleralmost 4 years agoAuthorColter here!
Sorry for the late posting, I ended up at the high risk clinic to test for Covid-19 last week because I was showing symptoms (viral infection). Don't worry, the test came back negative but my nose burned for like an hour afterwards.
Anyways, that pushed back my hospital audit to this week (and no auditing a hospital did not get me sick, though the irony in getting sick during a pandemic while conducting an audit on a hospital doesn't escape me).
Which meant I was working over time all week.
Although.... overtime isn't all that uncommon in my line of work.
I basically edited this in 7 hours, which for me is very quick, as a result I'm sorry if the quality may not be up to snuff.
Anyways thanks for the read! Part 6 and 7 to be posted soon-ish
