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Aka:"My name is Aka not All. A.... Dress?"
She moves towards him. Sounding much more friendlier.
Aka:"Hmmm..... Alright. Tell me do you have Blue and Green Dresses?"
"I do believe we do, though most seem to be red and black." he says, gustring to the hanging dresses.
Aka:"Perhaps a Green Dress with Golden lining similar to our flag."
"HA! I doubt you will find something like that, if for no other reason than it was our flag. The Dunmer did hate us then."
He holds the chin of one of the Dunmer servicing him, and looks at her.
"Oh but they love us now. They can't stop themselves at this point."
He laughs before letting her go and letting her return to helping the other 4 around him.
"In terms of colors I am sad to say choices are slim."
Aka:"What about this."
She pulls one Green dress out and another dress that is Red but has gold lining. For once she sounds excited and like her proper class of Nobility like.
Aka:"Couldn't we have this gold lining taken out and sewn onto this dress? It would be perfect!"
"I'm sure we can have them do it, yes. It shouldn't be too hard." He snaps his fingers and the Dunmer by the dresses takes them to do the work.
"So then, what else do you wish to do, my future queen? Is it something I send the Dunmer away for us to do?" He says, gustering to the five.
Aka:"...Two wedding gifts..... hmmmm..... I want our future son to rule a mighty empire one to rival the other kingdoms."
Aka moves to Eros and stares into his face... her warrior side kicks back in.
Aka:"I want my father erased from History to hide my familys shame so it doesn't contaminate your reputation. I want to personally remove my father and bury him in a peasant ditch."
She strokes her hand across his head. Her kind voice comes back.
Aka:"Do you think those things can be done my future Husband."
"The first, of course. The second, I should ask you to show some Hist damned respect. He is your father. He is Argoian. You will take no action against him. Just because he is a weak man does not condemn him to death."
Aka:"He will just be a burden on me and our reputation. Hes already covered up wasteful spending's and other stupid things. Then if we cannot kill him perhaps could you contain him. Because I do not want our future child's people to doubt his judgement wondering if hes more like you.... or more like my father."
"If they have to wonder what kind of King he is, then he deserves it. If he is a good king, there will be no doubts that he is. And yes, he has wasteful spending, but I'd ask you to find a noble in this nation or any other that doesn't. Becides, what would you have me do? Strip him of his titles without cause?"
Aka:"He murdered his adviser just to put blame on him for wasteful spending. Ah forget it.... I dont want to be angered over my father. Perhaps we should get to know each other since we are going to be married. So Eros what do you want to know about me?"
Aka:"Alright.... Eros....I have 3 questions.... first one, why do you collect women?"
"It is a show of strangth. For hundreds or thousands of years they raided and killed us, taking entire villages at a time. They forced us into slavery, forced to work to death in the mines or farms, or even as sex slaves. Now, we are on top, and I want them all to know it. It is why I take large groups of them at once, and make their husbands watch, so they may know their place. It also serves as poetic Justice, to be Inflicted with the same fate they inflicted on many others. Any thing else is simply an added bonus." Eros smiles, and to add emphasis places his hand on the head of the youngest Dunmer that have not yet stopped servicing him.
Aka:"Impressive answer indeed. Second question, Who was your combat teacher?"
"No one person, really. I grew up needing to fight off raids. My Family was poor, even among standards at the time. I learned everything I know from experiences in combat. It's lacks the flare of other methods, but it suits for what I do. I do have a question of my own though. How do you feel about my...antics with the Dunmer so far? you never batted an eye this whole time even while they do it, nor any other time you saw me with them, even though we are to be married, nor was this ever brought up by you as an obstacle, so long as I could fight. Why is this?"
Aka:"I tolerate it. But if I see a single bastard child.....I dont care if they are technically royalty.... there still a Bastard in my eyes if its anything but our species..... I swear if I see a Bastard child ohhh I will give hell.
My last Question... Why me?"
"Oh, you do not need to worry about it, Dunmer are not compatible with us. If they were, I'd already be father to hundreds by now. And I'm sure you'd like it. Maybe you can get your own or even join me. They are quite good at it. Furthermore, they wouldn't be royality, nor legitimate in any way.
As for why you, you were there. I had to kill so many of the former nobles when uniting Blackmarsh, there was only the minor families left to rule. They're too meek to put their children as worthy enough to marry me. It's a funny thing, they'll gladly fight and die, but are too scared to offer their daughter to me. But your father, in a likely combination of foolheadnesses and bravery, offered you. And thus, here we are, the King and future Queen of Blackmarsh."
Aka:"Alright..... il avoid the duel and go along with the Marriage. But If they end up like my father, do understand I will do anything in my power to shape them to be more like you. I expect you to do the same to guide them to the right path. But that is later... for now we must focus on the present. I must warn you of a threat of our rule of a possible Usurper. At least someone in the position to do so."
She sits down on his bed and sighs. Waiting for his response before going on.
"You need not worry of any children at all. And oh? This does sound important. What or who is this threat, exactly?"
For about a week Trollz and his party has been slowly skirting the northern bank of Lake Amaya. Due to the group's shortage of food they have been travelling at a snails pace as they subsist on foraging and fishing. The group is ever so slowly making their way towards Pelagiad to resupply themselves for the arduous trek north.
The Dunmer dancer from Suran, whose name is Felicity Hlaalu spearfishes near the lake as Sir Mazog the orc looks on and Maerwyn the wood elf and Medea the Nord sit embracing each other looking on. Trollz in guar form is frolicking about the area merrily and grazing. Medea being held in Maerwyn's arms turns a bit to him and smiles before kissing him. Felicity notices this and lets out a small sound of disgust.
"What wrong?" Sir Mazog asks Felicity.
"It's disgusting, an elf and a human together like that." Felicity looks over at the lovers as if they were trash.
"Hey now what's wrong with love?" Sir Mazog hardens his face some.
"Love? You call that love?! Look at them they are not even the same kind. Ever since the Argonians invaded all they have done is turn our people into whores and racemixers. They're trying to destroy our proud Dunmer heritage." Felicity sneers and throwing the large slaughterfish on top of the fire turns around and goes back to the lake spear in hand to get another fish.
"Well don't you think it serves you right? You all enslaved the Argonians, and the Khajit, and the Orcs!" Sir Mazog follows her and speaks up with an air of moral superiority.
"So what? That happened in the third era! The orcs have Orsinium, the khajit have Elsewyr, the argonians have Black Marsh; but Morrowind is for everyone? Why can't the Dunmer have their own land? Look at how the argonians treat us! They treat us like filth in our own homeland. Do you think I wanted to dance in their whorehouse? I am the daughter of an ashlander chieftain, my people have hunted these lands for generations. Those filthy lizards have no honor, they act just like their cur of a king." Felicity says bitterly before raising her spear above her head and throwing it violently into the lake and retrieving another impaled large slaughterfish.
"Wow you're really good at hunting." Sir Mazog adds a compliment demurely after Felicity's sharp rebuke.
"I learned from my father. An ashlander woman must be a good hunter and good caretaker of her tribe." Felicity replies curtly dismissing the compliment and taking the fish back to the fire with the other she begins fileting and cooking them.
"So.... do you have like a boyfriend back at your tribe?" Sir Mazog asks shyly.
"Why do you want to know?" Felicity looks up at him in the face for the first time, her piercing red dark elf eyes seem to shoot fiery darts into his soul.
"I-I didn't mean it like a proposal. I mean you seem very adamant in your views, I was just curious." Sir Mazog fumbles on his words and shrinks back some under Felicity's withering gaze.
"Yes actually, before the disgusting lizard people kidnapped and enslaved me I was engaged to the strongest warrior of our tribe. He was a real Dunmer man; strong and honorable. His name is Soregh. When we were children and would go out hunting he used to kiss me when we were alone and tell me.....that I have a countenance as strong as a netch's hide, but that underneath it was a soft heart." Felicity's face blushes a dark purplish-blue hue as she thinks back on her fiancée.
"Oh I see now, the warrior woman on the outside, but the little princess on the inside." Maerwyn chimes in and laughs.
"Oh eat you own damn food you racemixing outlander and mind your own business!" Felicity's blushing cheeks turn to anger and she gets up and throws the hot slaughterfish filet into Maerwyn's face causing him to fall backwards out of his seat in surprise.
Felicity storms off in a rage to be alone. Alone a ways from the group Felicity lets some tears fall from her eyes as she thinks about her life before she was enslaved. She thinks back on the face of her beloved Soregh. Tears gush out of her eyes as she wonders if he has waited for her, if he still loves her, and if he would still love her if he knew that she had been forced not only to be a slave, but to be a stripper. She hears the crackle of some underbrush behind her and wipes the tears of sorrow and shame away to not look weak and sees Trollz in guar form approaching her. Trollz goofy guar eyes look sadly upon her full of pity. She relaxes and sits back down and Trollz ambles up to her and gives her a reassuring sloppy lick on the face. She pats him on the head and let's out a deep breath as her emotions settle down.
Aka:"We need to deal with my biological mother before we have children. If I have a child she will try to chip in be friendly and then snap both us before trying to puppet a child. My Fathers head General the one running the forces is my biological mother. She dident want anything with me when I was born accidentally. Shes power hungry she practically runs the place of the Eraneshh Colony. Since my stupid father cant appose her the weak idiot he is."
Eros gives a laugh.
"If she tried, she would not survive the attempt. You think I became king while being weak? Not even mentioning the shadowscales, which as you don't exist. I do not fear your mother, no. Let her try, it will be her death."
Aka:"I dont care for her. She Abandoned me..... now Eros... you know I dont like sitting around. If you go back to battle let me come to observe. I dont want to be stuck here with nothing to do."
"Very well, you may come with me. Though I should warn you, you will not get to fight by staying with me. As general of the army, it's more important for me to lead and live, than to fight hand to hand."
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