Private Tales The Newlywed Game

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Kieran growled. It wouldn't be the first time the werewolves had tried some shit like that. The trap was probably meant to force her to their side of the bank where she would be theirs. He would murder every single one.

He could tell she was getting frustrated and he just kissed her head softly again and offered a soothing shhh. It was patronizing at all. It was genuine.

"Yes, I can shift into a wolf, a bat, or a weird black mist," he answered her. "That is part of my problem with the werewolves. I may have played some games with them in my youth. It's very easy for a lone wolf to cause some chaos and then the villagers are out to kill any wolf they come across." He remembered those times so fondly.
 
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"You can...turn into mist?" Dark brows lifted on her tanned skin. She stared at him in wonder. She tried to imagine it but couldn't. The bat and wolf thing didn't bother her. It was the mist.

She looked back to his wounds. The ones she could see as he continued to carry her. She inspected them gently and true to his words, they seemed to be healing well. A familiar voice called to them from beyond the trees and where they were approaching the front steps of the manor.

It was Seralynn.

"Is everything alright?" She was worried about them. There was a bark and a pattering of paws as Oberon trotted toward them.

"I'm fine," Brie called. "He's just insisting on carrying me to make up for not carrying me over the threshold the first night." A smug smile was on her face because she certainly wouldn't have let him carry her then.
 
Kieran was happy to be saved by Seralynn. The mist was hard to explain and it was hard to comprehend.

"She is not fine. They set a trap in the creek. I got there just in time. I think her ankle is sprained or broken. Send for the healer in Alliria. I will pay whatever he needs to get here as soon as possible. Tell him to take the stone."

Seralynn threw poor Brie a look. You could say many things about Kieran but he was fiercely loyal and devoted once he wanted to be. Brie was not going to get away from him for awhile.

Not out of anger or malice but out of the fear of losing her.
 
She was messy from the garden. From trekking through the woods and collecting that mint. She wanted nothing more than to take a hot bath and rest. But she could hear the agitation in Kieran's tone. In the way he was ording a healer to come right away.

"Kieran," she breathed, running her fingers gently through his hair as they entered the manor that was now her home. "I'm okay," she said more quietly. "I'll be okay." She found herself wanting to take care of him. Make sure he was okay. The irony was they were both trying to do it for each other and were probably just as stubborn.

"Did you know when I was younger I fell from an oak tree on our property and broke one of my legs and my wrist?" She'd gotten more of a scolding from her mother and father after that. They'd never really cared that she was hurt. They'd cared more about becoming a cripple or ruining her future prospects of marriage.

"I was a long ways from the house. And no one knew I was out there." Her brother had been a baby then. Not like he could've helped her. And she wasn't supposed to be out there but she wasn't about to let Kieran have more ammo against her.

"But I made it back eventually and I was okay. If I can survive before you I can survive with you."
 
Seralynn was a mind reader, of course, and had a bath drawn as soon as she had stepped foot into the manor. It would be waiting for Brie once Kieran carried her up.

Still walking with Brie in his arms, he listened to her story and let out a hmph when she was done. "But I am here now and I will be here to take care of you..." There were words that he left unsaid. Perhaps he would say them someday.

They finally made their way into the manor and he immediately carried her up to their bedroom. He sat her on the bed and walked into the washroom to check the bath.

"Come on, strip and in the bath with you, my wife!"
 
"You DO realize telling me what to do never really works out for you, right my dear?" She was smiling as she said it even though he wouldn't see it. Hands lowered and she tugged her shirt over her head tossing it on the floor. Then she went for her boots. The first boot was easy to strip off. The next one, she bit the inside of her cheek as she tried tugging it off.

oof it hurt.

and it was swollen.

She could do this. She WOULD do this. Fingers struggled to loosen the laces more. Very slowly and gingerly she began sliding her foot out inch by inch.

"How is the water?" She'd ask, fighting to keep her voice level. Keep him distracted and in the other room. "You need a bath too, you know."
 
"It is warm and perfect," he said from the doorway. He had one eyebrow raised as he watched her struggle with the boot. He knew she didn't want him to see the damage so, of course, he was going to watch her closely.

"Would you like help with that or are you going to keep being a stubborn ass?" His tone was light. He was happy even with what had happened tonight. He was so thankful that she was alright and her ankle would heal.

"And was that an offer to join you in the bath, Brie?" His smirk was there. He would wash her back and front and every other spot.
 
“Kieran,” she huffed. A roll of her eyes as she got the boot off. Then the socks.

oof and oof.

Swollen and already starting to turn purple and blue. Slipping to the edge of the bed, she put her good foot down and stood. Balancing, she hopped toward him. Toward the bathroom. Her pants were still on but that was it.

“Do you,” hop.

“Think,” hop-teeter. “We’ll get any,” hop. She’d made it to the doorway, looking up at him. Hand braced on the doorframe. “Actually get any cleaning done if you join me?”
 
Kieran was thoroughly amused by his wife's determination to prove she was alright when she wasn't. He wasn't going to offer to help again. She would have to ask. He was already looking forward to watching her try to remove her pants. Although, she might just get in the tub with her pants on out of defiance.

"Well, of course, we would get clean...eventually..."

He moved in close to her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He was not trying to unbalance her or anything. He just wanted her to know that he was here for her even if she told him he couldn't bathe with her.
 
Her hand snaked around his waist as she held onto him for balance. And as he kissed her, her toes curled…

oof that hurt.

A frustrated huff left her throat as her mouth pulled away from his own. “I suppose you need someone to make sure YOUR back in clean.” She did not ask for his help but she shifted her arm to his own and leaned into him. Her free hand began shimmying the waist of her pants downward.

No, this wasn’t awkward at all.

If they made it to the lip of the tub, she’d perch there and tug her pants the rest of the way off. And then probably scold her husband for staring at her for so long. As she would half turn and lower herself into the delightfully warm waters.
 
"I have managed to wash my back by myself for many years. I am simply trying to be a good husband, beautiful." He gently picked her up by the waist and walked the few steps to the tub where he set her on the edge. He was amused but watching her struggle was hurting him at the same time. He wanted to be able to heal her so bad. He wanted to be able to be helpful once the sun rose.

He watched her attempt to turn and get into the tub by herself before wrapping his arms around her waist. He was only there to make sure she didn't slip and hit her head. He let her do the majority of the work.

"You are gorgeous, Brie. Breathtaking, really." He bent to kiss her head and then turned to leave the room. "Let me know if you need help getting out."
 
She frowned as she watched him go. Did he know that only made her want him more? Sighing, she finally relaxed back into the tub. Lathering up, she washed all the dirt and grime off. Her hair was next as she submerged beneath the surface.

Palms pushed the water from her eyes.

As the water began losing heat, she finally looked to the doorway, knowing he waited not too far off. Swallowing her own pride, she finally called. “Can I get some help?” A meek voice as she eyed the fluffy light gray towel hanging near the doorway. She could make it on her own but why struggle so much if she had Kieran now? It was something she’d have to adapt to. To be okay with asking for help every now and then.
 
Kieran did know that his walking away from her drove her a little insane. He had picked that up in one of their first little tiffs and he enjoyed using it when the time was right. This was the right time.

She was right, he did not go far and when she called for him he just smiled. He set down his glass and rose from his seat with his usual grace. When he reached the washroom, he took a few minutes to enjoy the view of his very naked, very beautiful wife. He did not say anything that would get him slapped though.

Kieran bent over the tub and put his arms under the water. He hooked one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. He lifted gently and held her against his chest. He was nice enough to bring her close to the towel so she could grab it before he set her on the bed and wrapped the towel around her shoulder.
 
She wrapped the towel around herself. A protest about getting his clothes wet and the bed wet dying on her lips. He was just...staring at her.

And it made her squirm.

She very purposefully looked away as she used the towel that wasn't wrapped around her torso to start drying her long, dark hair. Her now clean skin. A quiet huff left her lips as her eyes tracked back to her husband.

"You are enjoying this far too much. You," a finger jabbed lightly into his chest, "still need to get clean."
 
Kieran didn't realize that he was just staring at her. He was thinking about how long it should be before the healer arrived. His dark eyes seemed to refocus on her when she spoke though. Her sweet voice breaking his concentration.

"I would but someone used all the hot water with her very long bath," he leaned in and kissed her gently. His hand slid up the back of her neck. "Plus, I am not leaving your side as long as you may need me..."
 
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She kissed him back. Warm lips on his cold ones. Her hands lifted to rest on his chest, his shirt damp from having just carried her. One hand left the fabric of his shirt to brush some of his hair from his eyes.

"Surely a Vampire Lord of 400 years has access to water for a second hot bath in one night," a gentle tease. Her forehead pressed gently to his own. She took a moment just to rest against him. It was hard for her to hear what he'd said.

He wouldn't leave her side as long as she needed him.

She wanted to trust it and believe it. She wanted to think he meant beyond her injury from today. She wanted to hope he truly meant...for her life. And as much as she wanted to believe it, she was too scared to accept it. But this moment?

She could enjoy and rest in this moment.

Her lips began trailing quiet kisses along his jaw.
 
Kieran just smiled at Brie's kisses. He would be lying if he said he didn't love this new affection she showed. He had just needed to be honest with her to unlock that first door that kept them apart. There were so many others though.

"Fine, I will bathe, but you are not allowed to move." His fingers gently took hold of her chin, "I will even strip for you if you promise to stay on the bed..." He kissed her again and then walked to the door.

A few minutes later, Seralynn came to the room and Kieran made sure that Brie was covered. She got the new bath ready and informed Kieran that the healer wouldn't arrive until the morning. That news was met with a growl and a nod before he thanked his long time house manager.

He shut the door and locked it before turning back to his wife. "So do you agree to be good and stay off your foot?"
 
“Are you trying to give me orders again,” she’d tease before he went to the door to let Seralynn in for the bath. She was sitting up, the sheets of the bed wrapped around her very nude body. The damp towel already hung up. One leg bent at the knee. The other stretched out before her, ankle propped on a pillow.

A small frown grew on her lips as he locked the door. Had he done that last night? She’d been too distracted to see…or remember.

She’d already asked Seralynn for a key so the action only amused her. She had yet to be given a key but she wasn’t worried about it.

“Mister Harrovian. That all depends. I promise to stay put if you tell me why you lock us in?”

A finger held up between them.

“And. If you have Seralynn finally give me a copy of the key.” He wasn’t going to like that one.
 
"That is Lord Harrovian to you, my Lady," he kissed her finger gently. He had just done it out of habit, he supposed. He always locked himself in just in case someone slipped by Seralynn with something that was not as important as they thought it was.

"I do not want you to try and run away again. I am quite fond of you and all," the smile on Kieran's face said it all as he walked back over to the door and unlocked it. "Better?"

He didn't wait for an answer before he was stripping off his shirt to expose his perfectly muscled chest and then his pants to expose everything else that was perfect about him. He had made sure that his undressing was unnecessarily slow as he held eye contact with Brie.
 
Brie Harrovian was shocked. Shocked into not talking as he unlocked the door. Out of all the possibilities of how she thought this conversation would go she never thought he would just...

Lips parted, mouth hung open before she remembered to close it.

And then his words.

Traitorous heart sped up a few beats. He was fond of her. And then he started stripping. Her mouth went dry. What she thought was a rapid heartbeat only increased.

Goddess save her.

He was beyond handsome. Gorgeous. And even though he told her he thought she was just as beautiful it made her a tiny-tad bit more self-conscious. About the scar on the inside of her arm from when she'd broken it. The star-shaped scar beneath her left ribcage. Tan-skin began to warm and she broke eye-contact with those dark orbs of his even though she knew he was doing it so slowly because he was Lord Smug-Mug Vampire.

But her eyes traveled to her hands in her own lap as she fiddled with them, not daring to look up again until she knew he'd disappear into that bath.
 
Kieran was not sure why she was looking away from him. He thought she would have enjoyed the view but she seemed embarrassed. It was strange but he just walked over to her, lifted her chin to look at him, and then bent down to kiss her on the lips. He had found that he very much liked kissing her.

The vampire lord then turned on his heel and headed towards the tub. He climbed in and sunk low with a happy sigh. The water was perfect. He put his head against the back of the tub as he closed his eyes. He could have very easily fallen asleep right there but Brie was in the other room and he felt like he should make conversation.

He didn't though. If she wanted to talk, she would.
 
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Her kiss back to him was distracted, half-hearted as she stewed in her own thoughts. Her own emotions. That didn't stop her from getting a good view of his backside before he disappeared, though.

Slowly, she eased back on the pillows, pulling up the blanket so it rested around herself. Temporary relief from her throbbing ankle as it remained propped up. Eyes closed as she let the silence stretch between them. The only sounds of the water moving occasionally as he shifted in the tub. Her eyes cracked open, fingers coming up to play with her drying curls as they fanned across the pillow.

She trusted that whatever she asked her husband he would be honest with her.

"Kieran," she'd call quietly. Dreading his answer and half hoping he wouldn't hear. "Out of everyone, why did you pick me?" He could've had someone far more beautiful. Someone richer. Someone just...more.
 
Kieran chuckled at her question. He had a feeling it would come sooner or later. He had promised to always be honest with her...so he was...

"I didn't pick you, Brie."

The simple sentence he let hang in the air for a few heartbeats to drive her insane before he finally continued. "Seralynn picked you. She kind of told me that you were the one I would marry and that your parents had already agreed to the dowry that she had chosen. That woman doesn't really give people choices. She has not used that power on you yet. It is terrifying!"

He chuckled again. "She said...and I quote...Brie is the perfect woman for you Kier. She is feisty and she will not give in to your charms because you turn those eyes on her. She is smart and kind and beautiful."
 
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He couldn't see her scowl as he laughed.

"It's not funny," she muttered. A huff left her lips as she stared up at the ceiling framed by the four posters of the giant bed she sprawled upon. Arms crossed beneath her chest.

"Seralynn?" She choked out, surprised. She never would've expected that. So he'd never chosen her. She didn't know how she felt about that. Maybe a twinge of disappointment with a sprinkling of relief. "I'm impressed she even found me." Brie had grown up on the Cortosi coast. Far away from here. Far away from vampires and werewolves and meddling matrons of the house. And there were a whole lot of women between here and there waiting to find their matches.

And Brie almost pointed out how Seralynn already had used that power on her. She hadn't had a choice in marrying Kieran. Not really. Everything had been arranged outside of her control. But she didn't want to remind Kieran that she hadn't had a choice in this marriage, either. He'd already shown remorse to it the other night. No need to rub more salt in the wounds.

"I don't know how I feel about all this," she grumbled in admittance as she pulled the quilt over her head, disappearing from view.
 
He heard the shifting of the heavy quilt and he frowned. "Hey, don't be upset. Seralynn was right and she has been looking for quite a few years. She is probably way more picky than I would ever be and, honestly, I could not have picked better than you."

It was no lie. He loved her. He had a hard time imagining how he went through the last four hundred years without her and he could not imagine living forever without her if she wanted to stay human. He would probably die at the same time as her. In this short time, she had stolen his heart and turned his world upside down.

"That woman knows me better than I know myself and I am very grateful that I have you because of her."
 
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