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Opening the gates to Arendelle	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +1 through F > Frozen Views: 16492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N Long time . Thanks to who rrequested this.
How many more have to suffer?
chapter two
Elsa sighed slightly as her boat slipped effortless across the sea and towards Weselton.
Having to travel there, and to her horror make nice with the old duke who turned on her for her powers . It didn’t sit right with the beautiful queen.
Dressed in a regal purple dress, covered by her formal blue and purple coat . The insignia of Arendel stitched across the front . Her long blonde hair tied up in a bun, braided at the sides. Her look topped off with heel black boots.
She looked regal and oozed class, a true queen... and it was for that reason she was making this trip, she was a true queen who wouldn’t let down her people.
Looking out to sea , she finally saw the city of weselton. After looking into it, the place wasn’t ruled by a monarch, instead by a council ... a council much to her disappointment that was headed by the weasel of a man the duke . It’s why he had so much power, weselton was a major player and the old man hugely regarded ... why she would never know. But playing nice would be the key to saving her kingdom .
She smiled when she thought of Arendel, when she thought of her sister , her people.... Even that sweet snowman. But as she gazed at weselton, it looked larger, more extravagant but lacked the warmth Arendel brought .
Eventually the boat began to pull into the harbour, docking at the opening. Elsa was surprised to be met by a royal welcome . Guards of weselton lined up in formation , as a crowd gather slightly away from the dock. Someone then blew on a horn, before the city crier announced her arrival .
“ People of Welselton, please welcome the queen of Arendel, queen Elsa...”
The escort of Arendel guards she had come with made their own formation in front of her before marching off the boat, Elsa following behind.
She looked around, noticing the stares from the town’s people, some curious but most looked at her with mistrust . Clearly rumours of her had hit their ears, not only that, the cut off trade didn’t help either.
Holding her head high though, she followed her guards until they eventually split off in front off her . Revealing the reason why, as now standing in front of her was the short stature of the old Duke, the ugly weasel of weselton as Anna had so nicely put it . His hands behind his back, standing to attention, in the formal wear she had remembered him wearing the first time they met . But while he was smiling at her , she could tell by his eyes it was anything but real .
The duke took in her , his heart tugging inside, she truly was stunning . And while a small part of him wanted to kiss her , make love to her . That was clouded by his other fantasy, his fantasy to make the queen his willing little fuck toy.
He had gotten her here for a week, and when they spoke in private would be when he would spring his little deal on her, spring his blackmail. Her body for seven days and in exchange, trade for Arendel would once more be open. It was in those seven days he would try to break the ice queen, try to mould her to his will, to have her forever .
For now though he needed to keep up the charade of a welcoming Duke . So he approached her , gave her a small bow before taking her right , glove covered hand into his old withered one . Placing a small kiss on the material, before raising his head and releasing his grip.
“ It’s a pleasure your grace, I’m glad we can meet once more and air our difference in the hopes of a once more prosperous relationship.”
Elsa cringed inwardly when she felt the old man take her hand and kiss it . But out of respect she bowed her head slightly as well. Listening to his words, trying to gauge how sincere he was, after all a letter wasn’t the best evidence.
“ Of course Duke, I too hope for that.”
“ Splendid” The duke replied, smiling up at her, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he did. “ How about I show you to your quarters for the week, someone of my court will then give you a tour . And I myself would be honoured if you would join me for a private dinner this evening where we can begin talks ?”
It sounded horrible to her, and she was sure it would be like this all week . But she pushed the horrible thought of having to spend time with the horrible man in front of her to the side . Because if she didn’t persevere, her people would suffer.
“ That sounds perfect..” Elsa responded, fanning fake enthusiasm. When the Duke then nodded and turned on his feet, Elsa and her guards followed. The beautiful blonde not realising just how much she would have to endure for her people.
Ten minutes later ....
They had stayed in relative silence as they walked through Weselton, the queen couldn’t help but compare it to Arendel . Her kingdom seeming so much warmer and vibrant even if Weselton was the busier of the two . When they entered the grand yet dull castle walls of Weselton, making their way through numerous corridors and halls they eventually came to a more prestigious wing .
Reaching the end , they stopped, a large oak door either side of them . The walls adorned with gold patterns and large pictures of grand boats and people dressed for war. It was then the Duke finally spoke to her .
“The door to your right is your room, the door opposite is mine should you need anything ...”
Rooms opposite one another.... great... Elsa thought sarcastically but continued to listen to the wrinkled old fool.
“ Anyhow your grace , please feel free to get settled. One of my men will show you around soon and also collect you at around six for our dinner in the grand hall if that suits you for time..”
Elsa nodded as she looked down at the short old man. Wanting to disappear into her room.
Bowing slightly in respect, the Duke then spoke again.
“ I’m sorry to leave so soon but I have business to attend. I look forward to dining with you tonight...”
With that, the Duke turned and left . And unknowing to Elsa , had an incredibly sinister grin on his face.
Later that day....Elsa’s room..
Looking at herself in the mirror, having just finished braiding her hair, this time into her normal pony tailed style . Most queens had someone do it for them, but Elsa never quite got the being weighted on hand and foot.
Dressed in a dark blue sleeveless gown, that was modest yet fit to her body nicely. The queen opting to show no skin on the chest as the material covered all the way up to her neck . She still looked stunning though, and fit to represent Arendel.
“ This sucks...” Elsa grumbled to herself as she waited for a Weselton guard to collect her . Pushing the horror of having to dine with the duke down, she sighed, once again her mind wandering to her own kingdom.
The room she was In was nice, lavish and a little over the top . But nice . She yearned for her own room though, yearned for her sister to enter and discuss her day with her before parting for the night . She was brought out of her thoughts by a Knock at the door ... It was time.
The grand hall...
The Duke stood waiting for his guest , dressed in his usual attire. The old man waiting next too a table set for two in the middle of the grand hall of Weselton castle. Usually a huge table was present for feasts and such, but this needed to be more intimate.
He should of been more nervous but the old man held all the cards here, held all the leverage. But when Elsa finally arrived, when he saw how stunning she was in her dark blue dress he couldn’t not admit his heart had skipped a beat and his pants had tightened slightly . You’ll be mine if it’s the last thing I do. The old man thought before springing into action as the queen approached.
“ Argh there you are your grace, I’m glad you could join me... “ The duke said, pulling out a chair for her to sit on .
“ This is an awfully large room for such a small table...” Elsa replied, obliging the Duke by sitting in the chair he had pulled out . The blonde still marvelling at the grand hall, with its almost cathedral like qualities. Gold adorning the walls , pictures of distinguished men and previous rulers. It seemed odd such a large space was only filled with a small table in the middle.
“ Well usually this room is for feasts and parties when Welselton hosts dignitaries from other kingdoms... much like yourself.” The Duke said, following the queen in sitting down, the old man taking the seat opposite. “ But we have important talks, a relationship to repair so it was made more intimate. After all we both hope for a good outcome, why not have it in one of Weseltons finest rooms ?”
Elsa nodded in agreement, giving the Duke a real smile for once . She didn’t understand why the lavish setting but his words about repairing their relationship brought her hope for Arendel.
They both sat, making small talk as they awaited the cooks to bring in the food. Their conversation amicable, pleasant... skirting around the real problem. Neither wanting to breach it until they were guaranteed no interruptions.
Eventually the food came, duck and fresh vegetables... Elsa had to admit, smelt amazing.
The Duke watching from under his spectacles that were perched on his pointed nose as Elsa began to eat her food. He watched her plump lips open, his thoughts showing him images of forcing his cock into that very mouth. Being around her without having her was torture. So putting down his own knife and fork, he knew it was time.
“ I’m many things your grace, but most of all I’m a man with pride. And when you had me thrown out of Arendel. It made me retaliate out of spite.”
Elsa stopped eating, placing her own utensils down as the wrinkled old man in front of her spoke . His words causing annoyance to build.
“ You wanted me dead for something I couldn’t help... How do you think I would react!!?.” Elsa replied, her face becoming a frown. “ Doesn’t mean you should condemn a whole kingdom over a hurt ego.”
The duke chuckled at her naivety , it was sweet .
“ My dear, wars have started over less....” The Duke shot back, speaking again before the ice queen could reply. “ But I My self do not want to cause your people pain, it’s why I relented in our letters and invited you here. I’m willing to open trade once more, in fact as good will I’ll even assist in getting you better deals. Making you that much stronger.”
Elsa was shocked at his words, her pretty lips opening slightly as her blue eyes widened. She hasn’t expected him to be so forth coming, delighted, but still shocked.
“ That... that’s fantastic...” The ice maker said her voice showing the shock clearly.
The Duke put on a fake smile....It was time...
Removing his glasses, he then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began cleaning the lenses .
“ I require something in return though, something to fix my wounded pride.” The Duke stated, placing his glasses once more onto the edge of his nose . His bushy Moustache twitching as he did.
She should of known he would want something, but what he was offering, was amazing so Elsa knew she had to hear him out .
“What do you require?”
She watched as the Duke slid off his chair before turning his back on her, arms behind him. His short stature apparent.
“ It's hard for a man of my Accord to admit, but when we first met, when I first laid my eyes on you I thought you were the single most beautiful creature in existence...”
The queen nearly threw up in her mouth at the thought of a man three times her age looking at her like that ... just where the hell was he going with this????
She watched as he then turned on his feet , his wrinkled features screwed up into a frown.
“ But then you banished me, for a mistake. What person wouldn’t be weary of someone with your powers after all. It was a piercing to my heart. You made me feel humiliated... angry and I had a need for revenge that had to be sated ...”
She didn’t know where he was going with this.... But she began to worry.
“ Where are you going with this Duke ?”
The Old man marched forward until he was but inches away from the sitting Elsa .
“ It’s simple your grace.... The deal is this. Arendel gets it’s trade back, your people don’t suffer and your kingdom thrives. But in return.... well in return I get you for the next seven days...”
“ Get me? “ Elsa replied, the worry lacing her voice. She then watched as the old man placed his black, gloved hands on the table in front of her as he leaned his wrinkled face closer . It was when she saw It, when she saw the lust in his gaze, the want and need as he stared at her.
“ Yes, I get you, I get that body of yours for my own pleasure. However I want, you’ll do everything thing I need, every thing I demand. You’ll restore my pride your grace, well be even then....”
The Duke then pulled away from the shocked and disgusted looking Elsa. After all he didn’t want to be to close if she instantly didn’t accept... After all he was still weary of her ice powers . The blonde was speechless, the elderly man laid down the deal once more , giving her an ultimatum.
“ Your body, you, for seven days or Arendels suffering for a lifetime.... you have until morning to decide, if you don’t appear in my private study before midday... I will assume you have rejected my terms..”
With that he turned on his feet, leaving the food and a silent Elsa at the table. The man heading for his own quarters, leaving a stunned queen of Arendel with her thoughts.
A/N are you screaming because I left it there?
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