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My Salvation	By : sesshyluver Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 4454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Four: Confusing Emotions

Amarha was finding it more difficult to gather intel on Titania than she’d originally believed. Either she wasn’t behind this plot to overthrow Oberon, or she was being unusually subtle. She had so far only heard the faintest traces of the measures being taken to remove her lord from his thrown. Quietly sneaking down the hallway, she stopped before turning the corner when she heard voices. One was most definitely female too.

“This is taking longer than I would like,” the female voice said reprovingly. It was clear she was not happy about something. It sounded like the queen, but Amarah was taking no chances of making a false report to Lord Oberon. It was going to be difficult enough to convince him of how dangerous Titania was without making such a foolish mistake.

“I am sorry, my lady, but he is not easily fooled,” a high pitched, nervous male voice answered. That sounded an awful lot like Cyane. He wasn’t known for his loyalty by any stretch of the imagination. He would always choose the side he believed would win whatever conflict he was taking part in. To be plotting with the queen meant he thought her plans to be viable. This wasn’t looking good.

“I know this, you miserable ingrate. Lord Oberon hasn’t set on the thrown for millennia because he’s stupid or incautious,” the female answered harshly. Her voice was steadily rising with her ire.

“Forget about Oberon. Focus on trying to recruit more Avalonians to our cause. Incite their wrath with whatever fanciful tales of Oberon’s inept rule that you can spin,” the female continued. She was quieting down again, making it harder for Amarha to hear everything she was saying. She could believe her luck. This was the information she’d been sneaking around for for the past two months. Someone must be getting cocky.

“As you say, my lady. I’ve always been very good at spinning tales,” the male answered with a simpering air. She wanted to snort in disgust. Suck ups always made her feel like hitting something. They were generally people with no true ties to whomever they were following, making them very dangerous because they could easily turn on you.

“But, my lady, how are we to garner success against Oberon if I am busy trying to gather your army,” the male inquired. Yes, Amarha would like to know that too. It would most definitely help to identify without a doubt who Cyane was talking too. If it was Cyane. She still didn’t know for sure.

“Leave him to me. I have that idiot wrapped around my fingers. He is so sure of his queen’s loyalty that he will easily give me what I want,” the female chuckled darkly. She really wanted to punch that satisfied smirk that she knew was sitting on Titania’s face right now. How could she want to hurt the man she always claimed to love? Although, love was probably not a factor at all. You did plot to hurt someone you loved.
Believing she’d heard enough to give a successful report to her lord, Amarha casually sauntered past the corner, pretending she had not heard anything in the past ten minutes. It almost made her laugh at how fast Titania and Cyane broke apart, both looking slightly panicked. They were probably worried they’d been caught. Not wanting to give the game away, she acted just as surprised to see them.

“Oh, Titania, lovely as ever to see you,” she said with venom in her voice. It was no secret that she and the queen couldn’t stand one another. Her majesty had never understood why Oberon had elected to bring a human to Avalon. It was exacerbated by the fact that he took her in as his ward. This meant that for all intents and purposes, Amarha was a princess and could take over the thrown if Oberon and Titania were either killed or abdicated.

“Why are you wondering around the halls alone, Amarha,” the queen asked with malice lacing her voice. She wasn’t scared of her though. If anyone harmed her, including the illustrious queen, they would feel Oberon’s wrath. He didn’t take lightly to anyone breaking his oath of keeping her safe.

“I believe I live here too, your majesty,” making a mockery of Titania’s title, “and this is our wing. Why wouldn’t I be wondering around here?” She almost let out a chuckle of amusement at the look on Titania’s face. She could see how much the other woman wanted to hurt her. No matter. She had much more important things to take care of.

“Have you Lord Oberon,” she inquired, watching the color drain from Titania’s face. Good. She deserved to worry about whether she and Cyane had been overheard. And they had. Idiots. They looked down upon her lord when they were the ones missing a few brain cells.

“I believe he’s in his study looking over some paperwork,” the queen replied stiffly before resolutely turning and walking away. She would bet anything that her highness was going to stew about this encounter for awhile; analyzing the likelihood that Amarha had heard anything. Glancing at Cyane with a dark look, she turned and walked back the way she’d come. It looked like she had to talk to her lord.

She knocked gently on the doors of Oberon’s study and waited until she was given permission to enter. Walking in, she found him behind a desk that was buried in scrolls of various sizes. She knew that he was constantly working on agreements for the many disputes that seemed to pop up between the inhabitants of Avalon. Sometimes, he would sit in his study for days, only stopping to grab a small meal and a bath. He worked so hard. Part of the problem was that Titania refused to help him with his duties.

It made Amaraha so angry. It was just as much the queen’s responsibility as the king to insure the welfare of the people. That was one of the reasons Amarha feared Titania taking over. She would shirk her duties, and Avalon would fall into chaos as a result. Only by maintaining order and issuing compromises could someone hope to keep a place so full of magic in check.

“I take it you have something for me,” a very male voice drawled. She had to consciously keep herself from shivering in desire. She dreamed of that voice sometimes and all the wicked things it would say to her. Mentally shaking herself, she focused on the issue at hand. She had a report to make.

“I overhead a very interesting conversation between Titania and Cyane,” she replied, looking into her lord’s face for his reaction. It was minute, but she could see tenseness around his eyes. He was angry and maybe a little apprehensive about what she was going to tell him. She could understand why. For hundreds of years he’d been ignoring his wife’s true nature, only divorcing her when she insisted on some space. But he would always welcome her back with open arms when she grew bored with the human world and returned to him.

“Continue,” he said quietly, “I imagine it was most illuminating if you came to deliver it in the middle of the day.”

“They were discussing strategies to overthrow you, my lord,” she began, stepping forward unconsciously in an attempt to convey the importance of what she was saying. She had actually overheard his wife making plans to do away with him. She had to make him understand that he could no longer afford to turn a blind eye to his wife’s machinations.

“She removed Cyane from his mission of making you vulnerable. He’s been given the task of gathering troops.”

“Very interesting,” he said lazily. He absently continued to write on the scroll he’d been working on when she’d entered the study. She really wanted to shake him. He was treating this as if she was telling him about the weather outside.

“Titania has taken over your removal. She said that it would be easy for her because she had you wrapped around her fingers,” she said, not without a little spite. She was becoming frustrated. She saw him flinch, although it was so minute as to be practically invisible. At least something was getting through to him.

“Was this all you heard,” he asked when she hadn’t spoken for several minutes. Nodding her head, she waited for what he would do next. Hopefully it would be something a little more proactive. She did not relish the idea that Titania could be successful in her endeavor.

“Very well. I want you to continue your observations. You’ve left me with much to think about,” he continued. Sighing with a little relief, she nodded her head in confirmation. She knew that this was going to be hard for him, but at least he seemed to be taking the matter seriously.

“My lord,” she asked hesitantly, and waited for his nod to continue.

“May I stay with you for a bit? I haven’t gotten to see you in almost two weeks, and I miss you,” she said shyly, looking at the ground and trying to control her blush. She heard papers rustle and a chair scrap against the floor as Oberon came to stand in front of her. He gently lifted her chin so she had no choice but to look at him. She was just grateful she’d managed to get her blush under control. She saw the softness in his eyes which was all she needed before launching herself in his arms.

Oberon held her close, stroking her hair in a small show of affection. He guided her back to his desk and sat down before pulling her into his lap. She curled up much like a kitten and laid her head back against his chest. She watched as he began once more working on the papers littering the desk’s surface. She read what the dispute was about and watched as he jotted down ideas on a piece of paper to his left. She leaned forward until her legs where straddling the king’s with her back facing his chest as she tried to get a better look at what her lord was working on.

She wriggled a little, trying to find a more comfortable position. She heard Oberon moan quietly, resting his head on her shoulder and wrapping an arm firmly around her waist, preventing her from moving. She could feel his breath stirring the air on the back of her neck. He continued to hold his position until she began to worry. She started to try and wriggle out of his grasp so she could turn and face him.

She heard his groan loudly as the arm around her waist tightened even more. She was starting to have a little trouble breathing. She could feel something poking her bottom. Oberon’s breathing was becoming harsher, and she could feel that his skin was wet. She was really beginning to worry. Had he been hit with some sort of curse? She knew it couldn’t be illness because Avalonians couldn’t get sick, but she didn’t think his behavior was normal.

“My lord,” she whispered, unable to take a deep enough breath to speak any louder. Getting no answer, she once more tried to move so that she could look at her lord and see what was bothering him.

“Dammit,” she heard him shout before she was thrown from his lap, bracing her hands against the middle of the desk to keep from slamming face first into its surface. She barely had time to register the action before she was roughly turned and found her lord looming over her. He yanked her to him as he crashed his lips to hers.

Amarha let out a gasp of surprise as Oberon’s lips met her own. He took the opportunity and thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She shyly touched her tongue to his, delighting in his moan of appreciation as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head for better access. She brought her hands up to wrap around his neck, fingers gently running through his hair.

Oberon lifted her to the desk, quickly stepping between her partially spread legs, never breaking the kiss. Amarha moaned at the feel of it. Immediately, he stiffened. She felt the change in atmosphere and opened her eyes, not realizing she’d ever closed them. She saw the panicked look in her lord’s eyes and felt shame coarse through her. She couldn’t believe she’d overstepped her position like that.

Slowly, Oberon pulled away from her, still breathing somewhat irregularly. He gently extricated himself, stepping away from the desk. He brought a hand up to his mouth, looking as if he didn’t believe what he’d done. He then looked at Amarha, taking in her disheveled appearance. The sight made him want to kiss her again. He felt disgust well up in him. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. He’d betrayed his wife and his ward.

Amarha saw the disgust in Oberon’s eyes and felt her heart break. She couldn’t believe how wanton she’d been. He must think so little of her now. She was no better than the concubines she’d read about in some of the books in the castle’s library. He must be so disappointed in her.

“I’m sorry, my lord. I behaved in a shameful manner,” she whispered dejectedly.

“It should not have happened,” she heard him say, too preoccupied with staring at her feet to see the look of guilt on his face. So he was disgusted with her. She couldn’t blame him. Not only had she behaved in such an appalling manner, but she was human too. She quickly hopped off the table and made to leave the study. She couldn’t stand being in the same room with her lord after having disappointed him so.

As she passed by Oberon, he reached out and grabbed her, hand going around her waist before hauling her back against his chest. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. He didn’t think he’d ever smelled such an alluring scent before. Amarha really didn’t know how beautiful and enticing she really was.

“I do not want you to think I am angry with you,” he began to explain. He’d seen her look of shame when he’d told her they should not have kissed. It was then he realized she believed she was the one to blame for what had happened, and in a way, she was. But he should have had more self control when she’d begun shifting in his lap to get into a more comfortable position.

“But, my lord, I should not have pushed you so much,” Amarha said, trying to quell the stirring in her groin. It was beginning to send pulses of pleasure through her body just as it had when Oberon had been kissing her.

“No. I was the one who forced myself on you,” he continued, trying to release her of any feelings of guilt.

“You can’t force yourself on me, my lord,” she said, “because I was every bit as much of a participant as you.” She could feel him breath in with surprise. She hadn’t meant to spill her inner most feelings quite so bluntly. She could feel the blush as it lit her face on fire. She felt as the arm around her waist loosen and took it as a sign that she was to leave. It was a shock to find herself suddenly turned to face Oberon.

“You wanted this to happen,” he asked curiously, looking Amarha’s eyes for confirmation. He watched her shake her head minutely in agreement. He couldn’t believe what his ward was telling him. She had certainly hidden her attraction well. He had never entertained the thought that she saw him in such a light.

“I know that it is not proper, my lord, but I can’t help it,” she whispered miserably, trying to pull her chin from his grasp. He refused to let go as he tried to process all that had happened in the last half hour. He had found out his wife was trying to kill him, his ward was attracted to him, and that he might hold a fair bit of attraction for his ward. Abruptly releasing his hold, Oberon turned away from Amarha. He heard her quietly leave the room, still lost in his thoughts.
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