The Book of Twyla
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,338
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Warcraft or any of its components, Blizzard does, and they make the money. I don't. I just play with the toys.
The Morning After
Fawnheart: I'm glad you're enjoying it! And you're right, Twyla does seem to be the type with a long memory, doesn't she? ;) I hadn't planned on doing a chapter with CoS, but now I'm very tempted... Whenever I go in with my guildies I generally /wave and /flirt with Arthas... And they can usually hear me mutter on vent "... Why do the cute ones always have to be so dumb? Why are you so dumb, Arty?"
And for everyone else... Please! Reviews stoke the creative fires! Constructive criticism helps too. ;)
This chapter is a little short, but I couldn't bring myself to combine it with either the previous chapter or the following chapter. So, my apologies for the brevity. Don't worry, the next one is a bit longer!
Now... On with the show!
~*~
When Twyla woke the next morning she was sore and still exhausted, and half crushed under the weight of Arthas. She had passed out beneath him as light began to brighten the windows of his cabin after hours of his demanding bedplay, and found herself relieved he had let her rest instead of forcing her awake. Although, judging by the light in the windows, she realized with a sigh, she had been asleep perhaps two hours, if that. Then the discomfort that had woken her made itself known once again, and with a grimace, she tried to move from beneath him without disturbing him or aggravating her full bladder.
With a sleepy grunt, Arthas rolled off her onto his side and half opened his eyes, watching as she sat up and slipped from beneath the blankets he had pulled over them before falling asleep. She got out of bed quietly, moving to stand on the cold wooden planks of the floor, shivering as the chill air came in contact with her skin. He continued to watch as she hurriedly gathered up her clothes and dressed so she could hurry from his cabin and use the latrine before locking herself in her own cabin.
She was dressed and just placing her hand on the latch of his cabin door when he spoke.
“You will dine with me tonight.” He ordered, before rolling over onto his other side, settling down to sleep once more.
She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. Couldn’t one night have been enough for him? “Yes, Arthas.” She whispered, before hurrying from his cabin.
She had made it to the latrine and then almost all the way to her cabin without encountering anyone on the ship, but then she ran into Captain Luc Valonforth, Arthas’ second in command, as it were. He took one look at her disheveled appearance, the dark circles under her eyes, and the obvious love marks on her neck.
“Playing the camp follower, are we?” He asked her sharply. Disapproval was evident on his face, and his cold tone wounded her even further. She had thought that the two of them were friends, and wondered how much more of her life complying with Arthas’ illusion would ruin. “I thought paladins were above such things.”
Shame flooded her. She bowed her head, closing her eyes. “He ordered me to his cabin to speak with him.” She whispered, fighting tears once more, “Then he ordered me into his bed.” She looked back up at Captain Valonforth, expression one of pleading, hoping he would understand. He paled slightly, before looking down the corridor to be certain no one was coming, before grabbing her by her arm, bowing his head and lowering his voice to a near whisper.
“The prince?” He demanded.
She nodded. “I… What choice did I have?” She whispered, “He could have taken what he wanted or had me thrown in the brig or both.” She managed to parrot her reasoning from the night before. “What other choice did I have but to obey?”
Captain Valonforth released her, giving a sigh. “None at all.” He agreed quietly, “Go to your cabin, Twyla, before anyone else spots you or believes your affections are easily won.” He looked weary, still stunned that his prince would order such a thing from one of the very few paladins, perhaps the only paladin, who still followed him. “Let us hope he does not order such again.”
Twyla was silent, before turning her gaze back up to his. There was resignation in her expression, “He ordered me to dine with him tonight.”
Captain Valonforth let out a curse, before clenching his teeth. “Go and get your rest then. I am afraid you will sore need it.”
She merely gave a nod, before moving slowly on.
And for everyone else... Please! Reviews stoke the creative fires! Constructive criticism helps too. ;)
This chapter is a little short, but I couldn't bring myself to combine it with either the previous chapter or the following chapter. So, my apologies for the brevity. Don't worry, the next one is a bit longer!
Now... On with the show!
~*~
When Twyla woke the next morning she was sore and still exhausted, and half crushed under the weight of Arthas. She had passed out beneath him as light began to brighten the windows of his cabin after hours of his demanding bedplay, and found herself relieved he had let her rest instead of forcing her awake. Although, judging by the light in the windows, she realized with a sigh, she had been asleep perhaps two hours, if that. Then the discomfort that had woken her made itself known once again, and with a grimace, she tried to move from beneath him without disturbing him or aggravating her full bladder.
With a sleepy grunt, Arthas rolled off her onto his side and half opened his eyes, watching as she sat up and slipped from beneath the blankets he had pulled over them before falling asleep. She got out of bed quietly, moving to stand on the cold wooden planks of the floor, shivering as the chill air came in contact with her skin. He continued to watch as she hurriedly gathered up her clothes and dressed so she could hurry from his cabin and use the latrine before locking herself in her own cabin.
She was dressed and just placing her hand on the latch of his cabin door when he spoke.
“You will dine with me tonight.” He ordered, before rolling over onto his other side, settling down to sleep once more.
She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. Couldn’t one night have been enough for him? “Yes, Arthas.” She whispered, before hurrying from his cabin.
She had made it to the latrine and then almost all the way to her cabin without encountering anyone on the ship, but then she ran into Captain Luc Valonforth, Arthas’ second in command, as it were. He took one look at her disheveled appearance, the dark circles under her eyes, and the obvious love marks on her neck.
“Playing the camp follower, are we?” He asked her sharply. Disapproval was evident on his face, and his cold tone wounded her even further. She had thought that the two of them were friends, and wondered how much more of her life complying with Arthas’ illusion would ruin. “I thought paladins were above such things.”
Shame flooded her. She bowed her head, closing her eyes. “He ordered me to his cabin to speak with him.” She whispered, fighting tears once more, “Then he ordered me into his bed.” She looked back up at Captain Valonforth, expression one of pleading, hoping he would understand. He paled slightly, before looking down the corridor to be certain no one was coming, before grabbing her by her arm, bowing his head and lowering his voice to a near whisper.
“The prince?” He demanded.
She nodded. “I… What choice did I have?” She whispered, “He could have taken what he wanted or had me thrown in the brig or both.” She managed to parrot her reasoning from the night before. “What other choice did I have but to obey?”
Captain Valonforth released her, giving a sigh. “None at all.” He agreed quietly, “Go to your cabin, Twyla, before anyone else spots you or believes your affections are easily won.” He looked weary, still stunned that his prince would order such a thing from one of the very few paladins, perhaps the only paladin, who still followed him. “Let us hope he does not order such again.”
Twyla was silent, before turning her gaze back up to his. There was resignation in her expression, “He ordered me to dine with him tonight.”
Captain Valonforth let out a curse, before clenching his teeth. “Go and get your rest then. I am afraid you will sore need it.”
She merely gave a nod, before moving slowly on.