A Royal Surprise (Magrej, Abigail)

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The storm was finally beginning to break, the hurricane had come and passed and yet, the weather still was refusing to clear up. There would be more rain soon. Luckily, she was stealing away with one of the swiftest horses in the Ellsinora stable, Magnifique. The bay mare had impeccable bloodlines and a swift speed that was nearly unmatched, hence why she was a favorite to the King. However, Abigail now had a new job for the mare. She needed to get to the Murate Castle. Her plans were becoming rather devoid here in Ellsinora, word of the Muration King’s power was spreading and he would be perfect. She wondered just how old he was, how much older than herself he would be and quite frankly, she didn’t care. She could find the handsome in the ugly and the wicked. She could use him for her own purposes and whatever else happened was beyond her control. Her womb was empty, something that she desired it not to be but her wishes were further. She wanted power, her wicked soul desired the crown of Murate. There was no way that she would get the crown of Ellsinora and yet, the Ellsinora people, that place, it was all too kind. Where was the power? The control? She hissed, rolling her eyes, spooking the mare briefly as she skittered to the side but Abbie tugged the reins and stopped the horse, swinging swiftly into the saddle. She paused for a moment to situate her silks, the folds of her dress in reds and royal purples fanning out along the rump of the bay mare. Her ebony hair was tied back into an elegant braid once again and this time, it was folded in with lilies. She had rings studding her fingers, rich rubies and amethyst, and she had a glittering ruby necklace around her neck. She was dressed to impress, no doubt.

She had snuck from the castle while the royals were busy attending to the damage that the hurricane had dealt and as she reined the mare along the edge of town, she spurred her forward into a canter and disappeared among the trees of the forest. The countryside would soon spread out before her once she dispersed herself from the forest that sprouted around Celeste Falls and the Realm of the Fairies. She would have at least a day’s ride at a full gallop to even come close to Murate but with her parents distracted, it was no matter. She wanted the heart of Murate King and she would spare no expense to woo him. Perhaps in later times he would offer her a better means of making her way to him but that would take time. She would need to get him to bed with her first for she knew that for most men, it was the easiest ways to their heart. She grinned at the thought, distracted as she clung to the reins and the mane of the mare. Once she reached the trees, she pressed the mare forward into a collected gallop as she leaned forward. She in turn might be wicked, annoying and rather outspoken, she was not stupid. She along with her other two sisters had been taught to ride though they were not encouraged to ride any faster than a glorious and dragging pace of a walk. Now, as she rode furiously through the trees, breaking through into the glorious countryside of Ellsinora, she sighed, keeping the ride swift and steady as she let the mare out completely to run wildly across the countryside as she settled herself into the saddle for the ride.

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It would be nearly two days before she reached Murate. The mare was obviously tired and panting by the time they reached the castle. She had not run the whole way but she had run as long as Abbie could keep her going, slowing to a walk or a trot for only short periods of time before they were running once again. Abigail did not want to waste any time. She was soaked through with rain but the pack at the back of the saddle held extra dresses for herself. She packed for a few days but she was unsure just how far she would get but she was certainly planning on staying for quite a while. She had already sent a letter ahead of herself a few days earlier that she would be arriving for a private matter and for the King to expect her and though she had no reply, she did not wait for one either. As she reached the gates, there was no one there to greet her. The town looked to be in shambles and was far from being impressive. It was as if she had stepped from a story book fairytale, into a nightmare. This land was scarred, ugly, and there were no standing buildings, other than the castle. She grinned, satisfied. Sighing, she rode forward to the castle, pausing only briefly to gaze over the dark, eerie sight of Murate Castle. It didn’t bother her, but it didn’t strike her as breath taking either. Sighing, she rode the exhausted mare forward past the bent gates to the entrance, finally sliding from the mare’s back as suddenly a servant hurried forward from the shadows to gather the horse and the bag of the Princess.

Abigail did not thank her, she simply dropped the reins into the servants’ hands and made her way forward, passing into the castle without fear. She had heard the stories of the wicked King, she knew of his reputation. She knew that she was walking on territory that was beyond her experience and yet, she kept her back straight and her chin lifted solidly as her lavender eyes scanned the dark interior of the castle and adjusted to the lack of light. She felt a bitter toil in her stomach and took a steadying breath, briefly pausing to inquire of a maid as to how she got to the throne room and to pass the word to Magrej that she had arrived before she made her way forward once more, now with a new light as she carefully scouted the confusing twisting hallways of the castle before finally, her feet carried her forward across the red carpet into the throne room. She quickly lifted her hands to tuck stray black hair back into place, checking the lilies and quickly sliding a few more into place before smoothing her wet skirts, gathering herself and preparing to face the King of Murate, a slight and coy smile twisting up the edge of her mouth as she waited patiently now.

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Magrej face turned to the mist of green object, nodding slowly, he turned to his master. "My Araxes, thank you for my gift. I will make sure his mission is carried out." And with that, the male knew he was to leave. The god's patience wasn't very long, and he had told Magrej everything he needed. The King of Murate looked to the gift, the god said it would do its job on its own, so he left it where it was, before going back to the portal. Stepping back into the misty gasses, the masculine felt the tugs of its power, swinging him into directions of all kinds. Soon he was back upon his feet, the other side of the portal. Coughing lightly, Magrej composed himself, his self coming back to presences. He took the flight of curved stairs back down to the main level. As soon as he reached the floor, he was swarmed by a few wenches, "Sir, my lord, Abigail, the princess of Ellsinora has arrived." The meaningless servant bowed after the information was delivered.

The King sighed deeply, he had known of the princess, from the letter that had been sent. Nodding to the females, "Bring her to the throne room, I shall be there in a few moments." Magrej said, this time as he spoke his voice filled of power, not fear. The male swiftly walked to his bedroom. Going to the large mirror in the room, he looked at himself. The gushing substances from before had stopped, and now only was left was the ugly gash. Other than the gash, Magrej was a quite handsome man. As he looked into the mirror, he saw that his blouse under the vest had been stained. Swiftly changing into another royal outfit, and pulling on the titanium mask, Magrej now took the familiar walk to his throne room.

As he entered, his workers bowed. A grin danced lively across his face, loving the feeling of his power. The male searched the room for the princess, knowing she would be easy to spot- any Ellsinorans would be in a Muratian crowd. As he reached his gold throne, the masculine took his seat, before motioning for everyone took resume their work. Clearing his throat, the majesty spoke, "Where is our special guest?"
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~Abigail~

The Princess Abigail has wandered the edge of the halls, gazing upon everything that there was to see like a vulture feasting on a fine few day old meal that had baked in the sun. She was eager to see the ways of life of this King for they were far different then her own. She nearly felt out of place with her colorful jade skirts flourished with gold. The gold not so much but the jade, yes. Everything had that feel of darkness. Black and crimson, shadows and eerie whispers. This castle stood for everything that Murate was known for indeed. As she made her way to the throne room, she paused, glancing in at the sights around her and there, seated upon the throne was the man that she had come to see. Magrej. He emanated power, and oozed the control that he held over everything, the sight made the Princess smile. Taking a breath, Abigail lifted her chin proudly and smoothed her skirts, waving away a maid for she could make it into the throne room without help. She sent a heated look to the maid in warning before she squared her shoulders and elegantly, the dark beauty made her way forward into the throne room. With her ebony hair braided back smoothly once again to the ivory roses that adorned her hair, she was stunning and she had intended herself to be that way. She had every intention of putting forth her best image for this man, for if he swung her way, he would unlock the means of her future of which she strived for.

As she approached, she took a closer look at the man there on the throne and she worried none for her family back at Ellsinora. She simply had her mind wrapped around now, her destination, her whole point for being there and yet, how the hell was she going to explain as to why she was there? She would figure something out as she went along. With a curt and thoughtful nod, she approached the throne, dipping briefly into a small bow to the king she held for a moment before straightening once again from her curtseying bow. Smoothing her hands along her skirts, she smiled, her lavender eyes alight with interest for this man for as she took a closer look, he was rather enticing and it made it hard for her to judge his age past the handsome features that met her though she was vaguely curious as to the mask. This was his kingdom, what did he have to fear? Her eyes were thoughtful and she held herself with grace and confidence as she addressed the king, “My lord Magrej, I have traveled far to see you.” She implied, her tone steady as she spoke for she did not fear him, she wanted him. It was the whole reason she had come and now, her simple worries that she might give herself to a fiercely ugly man all for power were disappearing. For he did not come across as ugly at this sight. Black locks and a masculine face hidden behind the steel mask. The royal outfit seemed to fit him well and was only a further show of his power for which she grinned lightly, shifting her weight between her feet.

Standing there, she was gathering an idea as to how things worked here. Maids did not often flutter about and when they did, they were tense and seemed nervous but they were kept in line, coming only to check the condition of the King to see if he needed a drink or if he was warm or if the crimson carpet was straight or if the slight decorations in the room or the grim light were straight and glowing properly and if the King wished to seek them for any reason and most came through simply cleaning furiously as they went and refusing to look at the King, frightened. She arched a brow, impressed now these, these were the way her own maids were to be. They were taught to listen to the commands of the royal blood and that was the way it was meant to be. As she folded her hands before herself against the silken folds of her dress, her head turned once more to gaze upon the sight of the King as she awaited him to speak, figuring that he would have a few things to say as well as to the appearance of an Ellsinora Princess in his castle.

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The King of Murate watched the feminine who stood clear out from the crowd of other inside the throne room. His castle was filled with mystery, yet it was still elegant and had a rich feeling to it. Between the high ceilings, the stained-glass windows, gold decorations, and hand-painted pictures that slept upon the dark walls, the Murate castle did have class to it- even though its dim lighting, and sinister ruins around the castle tried telling another story to anyone who dared to come close. Magrej waved off maid after maid who asked if he was alright. Soon they let him be, and only a few guards occupied the room with the two royals. The masculine brought his fist up only to rest his pale facet upon it. "Yes, you have traveled such a distance." He spoke, the tyrants voice filling the room. His voice usually brought terror into the eyes of his servants, but the Princess held her composure, not caring much at all for his harsh voice.

"Why is it that you have came?" The male asked as he shifted his weight in the gold chair, crossing his legs. He awaited for the answer, very interested in what the answer would be. The King himself was still in a somewhat of a shock that the Princess herself would have made the journey to his lands. Most matters that were dealt between the two monarchies was done between the Kings. But hopefully their King would be dead soon, the blasted fool. Magrej shook his head as he thought to himself. The masquerade mask that laid upon his face moving as he did. His sight settled back on the female, he looked at her with his black eyes, she was quite beautiful, no women in his Kingdom could compare to her, she was of royalty, something a peasant would only dream to become.

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Abigail’s eyes traced the features of the King as she stood there before him like a trophy presented to the King and yet, no had brought her here, she had not been offered by her parents as they had thought of doing with her younger sister, Tryphena. No, this Princess had come on her own accord to meet with the King of Murate. She had plans which involved the King himself and if he accepted and swung the way she wanted, technically he would gain something as well. Why wouldn’t he want to go along with her plans? She smiled pleasantly, nodding her head in reply to his words as she pondered her reply and as she did so, she imagined and pictured herself with him, seated at his side, ruling with him, holding the power of the Queen of Murate held between her hands with the crown atop her head and fantastic silks and dresses adorning her features. She would be fantastic and then, she would be just as good if not better then Alexa for what King could she choose to create that held the power that Magrej did? None that Abigail could think of.

Smiling at the thought, she inhaled slowly, taking her time to ponder her response for how could she tell the King that she had come to win his heart in hopes that he would ask of her for marriage, and for children? She held a patient and serene expression, her lavender eyes meeting those of the black eyes of the King as she finally replied, ”The wicked and fantastic King Magrej, I have traveled far because I have wished to bring you a gift. I have wished to deliver you a gift of which you perhaps might thoroughly enjoy. I have brought myself in hopes of courting with you. I understand that I come from a land that you despise for my parents have done nothing you aid your service, good lord, but I have come in hopes that I may be welcomed, and not tortured for I deliver myself to your court as a guest and not as an Ellsinora member.” She replied with a curt nod and though she had come with intentions in her mind, for a brief moment she worried that the King would take advantage, that he would treat her as a victim and would imprison her and torture her, or he would try and enslave her and while she had come for him she certainly would not give in and become a slave willingly, she had come with certain intentions in mind and that is what she was here for. Now, she only wished that he would go along with it without being a scoundrel in the process. She could certainly handle him if he was a ‘rough lover’ but she would not tolerate him seeing her as anything but equal.

As she gazed upon the King, she felt that small pit of worry bury within her stomach and she sighed, lifting her chin defiantly at the thought as her eyes refused to show even a shred of the emotion that stirred within her. She instead clenched her jaw slightly and gazed upon the King with an inquiring look, curious as to what his thoughts were and what he would think of what she had told him. She considered telling him that she had come in hopes of gaining his hand but she wanted to sweeten his mind and his body first for these would be easier to break through then asking him straight out after arriving from the Ellsinora castle, the land of which he despised and at the moment unbeknownst to her, he was attempting to destroy by planting a seed on enemy lines. Despite that fact she had no clue what stirred within the home of her own family for her only cares at the moment, remained here and so while she waited, she cast a glance around herself once more, thoughtful before once again, she met the King’s gaze in silence.

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The majesty watched her as she spoke, taking in each word the beautiful feminine spoke. Her voice was soft, but yet powerful in its own way. In her eyes he could see she wanted power, and that she knew herself he was the most powerful thing they the villagers know about. Magrej grinned lightly, loving the attention and the want. Her words did surprise him however, this female, a female from Ellsinora, was here to try for his court? This excited him. She would make a lovely wife. Looking around he saw few of the faces of the servants in shock. Getting to his feet he waved them from the room, leaving only himself and the Princess. Walking down the few steps to the main level, Magrej began to circle her, checking out her features. Soon he stopped next to her, his pale, cold finger tracing her cheek lightly. "And why is it that you want me? Of all the people in the land, you come to me?" The male asked.

Magrej's finger dropped from her face, he now stared into her own lavender eyes. He wasn't the one to be awed by a girl, but she had something about him that made his heart tug a little. This feeling he did not like... More for the reason he that hes never felt it before and as well for the fact that if anyone else would to figure this out, it could ruin his reputation, and this meant more than anything. If his villagers found out their King had a soft spot to them, they might question his authority, and that would be unacceptable. But for now, Magrej will play with the new feeling, exploring its depth. For all he knew, it may lead to marriage of this women. If he did end up marrying her, taking over the last Kingdom standing in his way would be a breeze.


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Abbie’s gaze wandered over Magrej, her gaze traveling up and down the length of the frame of the wicked King of Murate. Her smile was slight and indulging as thoughts churned within her mind steadily and she pondered her thoughts as he stood from his throne, something she did not expect him to do and certainly would not argue to as he stepped forward, one chilled finger brushing her face and she held her breath for a moment, surprised at the cooler touch of his hand at her cheek as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the chill of his touch seemed to send a zing through the heat of her skin, cooling the warm flesh as her lavender eyes came to gaze upon him again, her emotions seeming to take on the chill that his skin offered, “I want you, wicked King because you are fantastical. You are a beast of might and power and beauty. You are handsome beyond your years for your age may say older but your body says younger.” She replied with a coy smile this time as she turned towards the King herself now.

As the King moved around her, Abigail’s confidence grew. It was not something that she had ever had trouble with and nor did she now. She felt any amount of fear that she had held moments before falling away. She could take control too. She made her way around him, seeming to dance with each step that he took she took another, making her way in a circular motion around her. As her hand lifted to his chest, she leaned closer, a better view of the mask at his face, those piercing black eyes, that curled ebony hair, and yet she had no view of what was beneath that harsh mask that clung to his face and yet she did not try to take it from him, she wanted him to feel confident too for in order for him to come to her, she would have to let him come on his own terms, she knew but she could entice him. She could show him what he could have if he took her and she grinned softly, her lips drifting not far from his own as she leaned in closer, their skin nearly brushing but she straightened again.

As she circled, her hand traveled and it traveled from his chest, drifting over his shoulder and along his arm briefly before tracing his back, her fingers enticing and her touch slow and steady as she moved around him to come before him again as she lowered her hands once again, her hands held in an offering motion now. Her lavender eyes held a soft and cloudy stare, a sensual stare that she offered to him in an encouraging stare, “I come to you because I find desire for you that I am unable to find for any other. I often do not travel far from home and the fact that I must travel a two days reach to get here should say something, yes?” she purred, one ebony brow arching inquiringly to the man now as she stared across at him questioningly, awaiting Magrej’s reply.

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"It does say something." The male replied with ease, his hands now taking in with hers. He could also feel the such diverse contrast of there skin temperatures, his so cold, as hers was much warmer, it feeling as a small summer vacation on his. The males black eyes, now lightened slightly, not there usual, cold black obsidian look. But instead, having a more glisten in them towards her. Magrej cleared this throat, looking to the one of the maids, "Clean out our best guest room for the Princess, as I hope she will be staying for a while." he commanded to her, watching as she and a few other women went off to do as he commanded. His attention now turned back to the beautiful princess standing in front of him. Her ebony hair, unique eyes, and all her other features now standing out to him.

He wasn't the one for all the sappy love crap, but if there was a women who he would think worthy enough to stand by his side, and have it publicly announced of intimate relationship, Abigail made a perfect match. As she walked, you could feel and see the confidence radiating off of her. She did not belong in the poor, soon to be gone kingdom of Ellsinora, but by his side, ruling over the large Kingdom of Murate. Magrej eyes kept her gaze, his face pulling into a rare, crooked grin beneath the mask, "If you would, Princess Abigail, I would love your company for a the next week or so." He paused for a moment," You have traveled great distance to be here for an important reason. It would be a pleasure if would stay around for a while..." Magrej voice trailed off, the throne room now only holding the two, as other had left to ready for the new guest.

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Abigail’s eyes gave a slight glimmer, satisfied that the King would at least see fit to let her stay, she smiled. She turned her head and cast a glance after the maids with a slight grin. Castle staff that did as they were told, indeed this was a pleasant thing but her attention was returned back to Magrej once more as her head dipped into a smooth nod, her agreement to his offer, “It is indeed an honor, high King.” She replied, her tone smooth and inviting, holding that thankful tone as she cast a glance back to the King once more. Pausing, she came to ponder briefly what lay beyond that mask once again. The titanium mask that adorned her face now as she looked upon his features once again struck her with a curiosity as to what it was that he was hiding beneath the mask if anything at all. She smiled none the less and nodded slightly to him as she gathered her skirts and turned towards him further, her lavender eyes lighting with a curious and delighted glint this time, “I thank you, my liege for allowing me to stay within the halls of your castle a guest. I am sure that this visit shall not be in vain.” She stated, offering a thread of recognition towards her feelings towards him.

She recognized that he was quite a few years older than herself and yet, even in this age he was handsome indeed though parts of his face were shielded by the mask, she admitted that he truly was not bad looking at all. When she drifted closer, she caught that slight glint within his eye and somehow she rather gathered that this was rare and yet that perhaps that thread that she had offered to the wind was being returned for perhaps he in turn was feeling something for her as well. She had hoped to present as a catch, a prize to the King of Murate. A young and beautiful Princess for the King of Murate was not such a bad offer, now was it? She nodded slightly towards him, feeling that filament of possibility flutter between them and it enticed a smile to touch her features as she lifted her chin and turned to glance around herself for a moment before she turned her gaze back to Magrej once more with a slight smile as she righted herself again, “I shall indeed stay for some time, good sir I appreciate that your service patrons do as they are asked.” She muttered with a curt smile, glancing among the halls for a moment before turning her gaze back to the King again, satisfied that she would be housed here within the castle for some time, giving her time to edge closer to Magrej himself and perhaps to weave her way further into the heart of the King of Murate.

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Magrej chuckled deeply, "Yes. My servants know where there place is and have I rarely have one that would oppose." The male raised his brow slightly, "Isn't it the same at your Kingdom? All royals have there services." He asked as he was oddly interested. Magrej never really had any interested in no one but himself, and his dear Faelynn. His daughter's mother hadn't really never ever been anyone, did him or the world. The King of Murate didn't Magrej ever liked the women much. The king only had relations with her for his selfish self, to try and bear a son to take on his name. But, she had given him a daughter. Magrej loved Faelynn all the same, but he still hopes that one day he will have a son to carry on his name, and kingdom.

"Nevertheless, Princess Abigail, While you are staying at my kingdom, please do not forget you are above all my wenches. If they do not do anything that you ask, tell me at once." The male urged, his hands still holding on to hers. Seeing a maid now come into the room, bowing as she should before signaling that the guest room had been made ready. Releasing one of Abigail's soft hands, Magrej waved off the wench before returning his gaze to the princess, "Would you like me to show you around the castle?" Magrej asked, once again his brows raised slightly with the question. "It may not be as bright, and cheerful that your use to but, it does hold its own kind of beauty. Its decorates still show rich and royal." The king explained, then added "I designed most of it myself." He smiled softly, still keeping the mask on his face. Unsure of what the princess might think of the ugly gash on his face.

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Abigail’s eyes traveled to the maid as she wandered into the room to motion that the guest room had been finished. She gave a slight smile but not to the maid but instead to the King. Her eyes returned to the King once again and she nodded slightly, thanking him softly this time as she felt the offer of kindness extended towards her and she smiled slightly, returning the hold to his own hands as she explored the contours of his hands in return as well as the mask that adorned his face but this was something that she would wait for him to expose to her in return. When he inquired as to the maids at Ellsinora she huffed and sighed, rolling her eyes. Frowning, she cast a glance to the doorway as she clenched her jaw for a brief moment before she spoke, “I expect no less out of my own servants and yet others that linger within the castle seem to have no recognition of the fact. They believe themselves equal to these peasants and so the impudent wenches retort at times when I ask of them. Oh it is the last time that they do as I wish I could teach all of the royals within that castle. My father and his lowly ideas of being equal among men.” She hissed irritably with a roll of her eyes before she took in a calming breath and offered a sweeter smile to Magrej instead, “But, good King I must admit that I am already impressed by your lavish castle, the way that your maids reply without even a hint of doubt. This castle perhaps is a far cry from that of Ellsinora but my dear this is because the fact is that this castle has been created by the hands of a true King. These walls were built strong and the décor is fabulous. Please, show me your home.” She replied eagerly, honestly curious to see the rest of the castle that Magrej had built for himself, well had designed for himself at least.

This time as she came to gaze at the King, her lavender eyes held a spark within them that had never been seen. It was an inviting and much more open spark that did not hold hostility for he was showing her that she was no prisoner here. He understood her purpose for arriving and in turn had shown her kindness. She still knew the power that he held and respected this fact but in turn he respected her as well and this pleased her. The way that he touched her, even with his chilled fingers that held a temperature degrees below her own, the way he offered to show her his home castle and to take her with him and offer her a room all her own within his castle, how could she offer hostility to him now? After all she had shown up with hopes and intentions of winning the King over, after all. She grinned slightly and nodded slowly to his offer, “It appears that your flare and creative touch decorates all walls of this castle indeed good sir with a lavish and expensive touch that reaches my taste.” She stated with an appreciative glance as she curled her fingers to his hand a bit and took a place at his side, showing that she would walk alongside of him to explore his castle further.

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