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A Chamber of the Heart	By : Rezalda Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Chamber of the Heart
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I like to go through books and magazines and take the first sentence from the page which corresponds with my age. If it meets certain criteria, I must build an entire story or post that includes that sentence. Of course, I will give credit.
The sentence in this story can be found in a book by Edna Buchanan, but I'm afraid I don't remember which one.
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It was a cold enough night, but the rain and the wind made it worse. Even so, Langrey was glad for the cover as he increased the distance between himself and Aidelrave. When his guards discovered his absence, they would give chase, and he must reach Veissheit before then.
Twelve years had passed since Langrey last saw Roienbourg--no, since Roienbourg abandoned them. But Langrey no longer held any ill will toward the old man. And if he had just kept minding his own business, Langrey would have had no cause for this visitation.
Langrey often wished the arts of teleportation had not been lost to history. The spell had apparently been difficult to cast, but he was certain he could have mastered it. It couldn't be any more difficult than this journey.
Still, he pressed on until he saw what he knew must be the margrave's recluse. He dismounted his horse, walked to the door, and knocked loudly.
The door was opened by a mousy, pale-faced man who looked terrified to be opening the door at such an hour. "The master is asleep," he said in a timid voice. "If my lord would but wait until morning..."
Langrey lowered his hood. "Let me in, by the order of the Prince."
The man let out a squeak befitting of his mouselike appearance. "Oh, Your Highness! I beg your forgiveness! Please, I did not realize--"
Langrey raised his hand. "At ease. I know you did not intend any disrespect. I wish only to speak with Lord Roienbourg in private. Bring him to me."
He inclined his head. "The master has not been well. He rarely leaves his bedchamber these days."
"Then bring me to him," Langrey persisted.
"As His Highness wishes."
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The timid man knocked on the door to Roienboug's bedchamber. It was opened by a man Langrey recognized as Marleigh, an old comrade of Roienboug's from the battlefield.
"What is it, Barry?" he asked. "The Margrave is asleep." He looked over Barry's shoulder, saw Langrey, and stood up straighter. "What can this humble chamberlain do for His Highness at such an hour?"
Langrey noted the hidden accusation in Marleigh's choice of words. "I must speak with Lord Roienbourg as quickly as the hour will permit. If I must, I will wait until daybreak, but no longer."
"His Highness is most generous." Marleigh bowed deeply. "I will wake him then. In the meantime, is there anything His Highness desires?"
"Some tea, if it's not too much trouble," Langrey answered. "I'm chilled to the bone."
Marleigh bowed again. "I will prepare it myself."
Ten minutes later, Langrey sat in a spare bedroom with a cup of tea in his hand. It was about as good as could be expected in the middle of the night. It didn't matter to him how it tasted, of course. All that mattered was getting warm.
He realized that he was hungry, and told Barry to get him something to eat. He returned and reappeared twenty minutes later with a plate of meatballs with sauce.
"Thank you." Langrey nodded. "You may go."
As Langrey ate, he wondered what Roienbourg would have to say for himself after all these years. Would he apologize? Probably. Langrey knew the decision to leave had been a difficult one.
None of that mattered now. Why, then, was his heart pounding like this? Was that childish feeling of abandonment going to get to him now, after all these years?
No, he told himself. I will not run into his arms like a frightened child. I must be strong--show him the man I've become.
Heavy footsteps approached the door, followed by a knock.
"Enter," Langrey said.
The door opened, and the margrave himself stepped into the room. Instead of approaching Langrey, however, he dropped to one knee.
"Your Highness wished to see me, I believe," he said gravely.
Langrey stared, his mouth open. He had not expected the old man to look so...old. He knew that the margrave had aged, but the Roienbourg that knelt before him looked like he already had one foot in the grave. Or did it only seem that way when he contrasted the man he saw now with the tall, proud figure from his memories?
Realizing that Roienbourg was waiting for him to speak, Langrey cleared his throat and said, "Stand, Lord Roienbourg. There is no time for formalities. I must speak with you man to man."
"Of course." Roienbourg got to his feet, and Langrey saw with some relief that there was some strength in the old man yet. But the number of wrinkles on his face had increased exponentially, and his hair was now snow-white instead of the salt-and-pepper gray of twelve years ago.
In spite of their being short on time, Langrey could not help but smile. "It has been a while--What do they call you now? Margrave. The years have been good to you."
Roienbourg smiled back. "Not nearly as good as they have been to Your Highness. You have become a man."
"It is unfortunate I have so little time to speak with you," Langrey continued. "It's the perfect hour for fishing. Had I more time to spare, I would have you take me out on the lake."
Roienbourg raised an eyebrow. "You can stomach the water now? I've seen you go green just standing on the dock."
Langrey chuckled. "I'm not that sickly child I was twelve years ago. I can handle many things that I could not as a young lad."
"Hmm. Including the sight of blood, no doubt."
Ah, so the old man was going to play that game, was he? "I trust you are not so naive to suggest that one can protect one's people without bloodshed."
"No, not without bloodshed," Roienbourg agreed. "I hope, however, that His Highness does take care not to shed innocent blood."
"Of course. Regardless of what your spies may have told you--"
"Spies?" The margrave looked surprised. "I have no such men at my disposal."
"Call them whatever you like. But I know you've been putting out feelers, nosing around where you have no business doing so."
Roienbourg sighed. "His Highness takes offense to my knowing what goes on in the world outside my home?"
"I have no problem with a natural interest in the latest news," Langrey said. "But when you try to use your power to make things turn out the way you wish them to, you go too far."
The expression on Roienbourg's face did not change. "I beg Your Highness's forgiveness, but I do not understand."
"Don't try to deceive me!" Langrey shouted. "It's not so easy to lie to me as it once was! I know you've been funding a certain peasant rebellion! You seek to make a laughingstock of the royal family!"
"Your Highness--Prince Langrey--please calm yourself," Roienbourg said. "I assure you I have had no hand in any rebellion. I have watched with interest, and I agree that an outside hand appears to be providing the rebels with weapons and provisions. But I would never go behind your or your brother's back. I certainly have no intention of instigating a rebellion."
Langrey scoffed at his protestations. This from the man who abandoned the two of them without saying a word? "How can I trust you?"
"If you do not trust me," Roienbourg said softly, "then why did you come to visit me personally?"
"I...I..." Langrey hesitated, then began to walk toward the door. "You're right. I'll leave. Do not tell anyone I came to see you." Before he closed the door, he turned around. "If you have been funding the peasants' little rebellion, I order you to cease. If you do, I will forget this."
He hated himself as he headed for the stables. Why was he still behaving like a child? Why did he have to let his emotions get the better of him like that? The whole house must have heard him, the way he shouted. The servants would think he was losing his mind, and they would begin to gossip. Before long, the whole country would know of the mad Prince Langrey. Or would they just be that much more afraid of him?
The old man was sharp. He must know what Langrey was planning. He had always favored Kristoff, hadn't he? Everyone did. Sweet Kristoff, the privileged "true" heir to the crown. Langrey was a mere extra, unneeded and unloved.
Langrey was bridling his horse when he heard Roienbourg's voice behind him. "Prince, please hear me. I am sorry for abandoning you and Prince Kristoff. I wish I had been stronger. I wish I had stayed. Not a day goes by that I do not regret my decision back then."
He refused to meet Roienbourg's eye. "You could have returned at any point. Save your excuses for Kristoff. He's every bit as naive as he was at age 11." He looked up and was surprised to see tears in the old man's eyes. "What are you so upset about?"
"Your Highness...I did not only leave because of the harassment." Roienbourg hesitated, as though afraid to say any more. "I...I sensed that you had begun to see me in a new way."
Langrey's face burned with shame. "Why?" he demanded. "Why did you have to leave because of that? Were you...tempted? You couldn't have controlled yourself? You were afraid I would try to seduce you?"
Roienbourg shook his head firmly."No, none of that. I would never have touched you like a lover. You were only a child. But if you were in love with me, then being close to me would only cause you pain. I told myself that it was the best thing I could do for you.
"But now I see that I was wrong. I should have let you have your childish crush, and continued to support both you and His Highness Kristoff through your adolescence." He bowed his head. "Please forgive me, Your Highness."
"No..." Langrey felt insulted, as though the margrave had flung his words back at him. "You're wrong. It wasn't just a crush. It may have started out that way, but..." He ground his teeth in mortification. "Even now..."
Yes, even after seeing the effect age had on Roienbourg's body, he still longed to touch him. It hurt Langrey that he would never be able to win his support in seeking to rule the country. But even if he didn't--if he could just hold him--
"Your Highness." Roienbourg's voice was gentle and soft. "If you would have me, I will gladly let you."
"I...don't want your pity," Langrey said, even though his heart pounded fit to burst through his chest. "And if you submit to me as a servant to his lord, I don't want that, either. It would be no different than forcing myself on you."
"Langrey. I ask you not as a caretaker, nor as a servant. I ask you as a man." Roienbourg's tone had changed entirely. He spoke to Langrey as though he were an equal--something that might cost him his head if they were in public. "I want you to touch me as a lover, if only just this once."
Now Langrey knew that Roienbourg was ready and willing, and he took the old man into his arms and kissed him--first on the mouth, then on the ear, then on the neck. "If you're doing this to make up for leaving me--"
"No, Langrey," Roienbourg assured him as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I know nothing I do will ever make up for that." He nodded in the direction of a pile of hay. "Over there. We can't go to my bedchamber."
Langrey pushed Roienbourg onto the pile and helped him get out of his clothes. His body was thinner than he had expected, but it also had more muscle. "You've been taking good care of yourself, I see."
"I'm not the type to go soft," Roienbourg said. "But it's been a long time since I've felt the roughness of a man's touch." He groaned as Langrey pulled off his trousers. "I'm looking forward to this. Have you been with a man before?"
"No," Langrey admitted. "But I've been with a woman. It was...difficult."
"Langrey," Roienbourg panted, "let me taste you before you enter me. I promise you'll enjoy it."
"All right," Langrey agreed, stepping out of his own trousers. "I'm feeling generous tonight." He straddled Roienbourg's chest and pushed his cock into his waiting mouth.
"Mmmm..." Roienbourg eagerly took in Langrey's penis, not bothering to tease him. Much to Langrey's surprise, he had no problem swallowing his entire rod so that his lips were touching his balls. Then he began to suck, slowly and wetly.
"Ngh..." Langrey had planned on being gentle with the old man, but he had never imagined he was such an expert cocksucker. His hips began to move of their own accord, and his hands made their way to the back of Roienbourg's head. He began to fuck his mouth.
Roienbourg didn't seem to be interested in any special techniques, but he could suck, and suck well. Langrey couldn't help but look down at the old man's face. His eyes were glazed with passion, and his lips looked so lewd as they slid along the shaft. It frustrated Langrey that he couldn't enjoy the feeling longer, but he knew he would come if he didn't pull out now.
"That's enough, old man," he retorted. He heard the margrave groan in disappointment as he withdrew from his mouth. "As much as I'd love to pour my seed down your throat, I have something even better in mind."
"Give it to me," Roienbourg panted. "Quickly, before my spit dries up."
Langrey was only too glad to obey, since he had nothing better to use as lubricant. He pressed the head of his penis against Roienbourg's puckered bud and pushed.
"Ooh...yes..." Roienbourg was getting so hot and bothered, Langrey was afraid he'd have a heart attack. "That's it. Ohhh, yes, yes, push it in, all the way...Ahhhh!" Roienbourg gasped and arched his back. "What a fine young cock you've got, Your Highness!"
"Can I...Can I start thrusting?" Langrey asked. "Damn, you feel good, so hot and tight." He couldn't believe this was happening. He ran one of his hands over Roienbourg's chest and stomach. They were much harder than he would have expect to find on a man his age.
"Yes," Roienbourg said. "Fuck me, and don't hold back!"
Langrey grinned and began to ride the old margrave with all the exuberance of a horny young man. He planted his hands on either side of Roienbourg's chest and leaned in close, enjoying the sight of him being driven mad with pleasure.
"Here, old man, I'll help you," Langrey offered, and he began to stroke Roienbourg's cock. Roienbourg cried out with delight as both his front and his back were stimulated.
"Fuck!" he roared. "Oh, gods, yes!" He grabbed Langrey's shoulders and pulled him to him, making their lips meet in a hot kiss.
Not about to let Roienbourg get the upper hand, Langrey used his tongue to plunder the margrave's hot mouth. As he did so, the resulting pleasure sent a signal to his loins, and his penis erupted in a shuddering orgasm, spewing seed deep into Roienbourg's bowels. Even as his climax died down, Langrey continued to thrust, until he softened and pulled out.
"I won't leave until you finish," he promised, and he continued to use his hand to masturbate the poor old bastard. Roienbourg let out a choking sound, and several shots of semen were released into the air, landing on Langrey's hand and Roienbourg's thighs and belly. "Clean me off, Roienbourg," he ordered, sticking his fingers into Roienbourg's mouth. He readily accepted them and sucked his own come off his former charge's hand.
There was no time to rest; both men had to get dressed, and Langrey had to leave before sunup. He knew his men would want to know where he would been, and what would he tell them? That he'd been fucking the man who looked after him when he was a kid? Well, he'd think of something when when the time came.
As Langrey prepared to leave, he noticed Roienbourg looked sad. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Do you regret what we did?"
Roienbourg shook his head. "Not at all. But I realize now that this is the last time you and I will meet as friends."
Langrey knew he was right. He had plans, after all, ones he knew Roienbourg would not approve of. But Langrey was willing to sacrifice things far more precious than Roienbourg's approval. "Don't say that, margrave. No one can tell what the future brings." He mounted his horse and galloped off without waiting for a reply.
He knew that by now, Aidelreve would be in an uproar, and that there would probably be search parties out already; however, he found it impossible to concentrate on that particular problem. Instead, he kept hearing Roienbourg's final words to him.
But I realize now that this is the last time you and I will meet as friends.
Langrey had assumed that he had seen Roienbourg for the last time. He was, after all, ill and old. What did he mean by "as friends"? Did he intend to see him on the battlefield...as his enemy?
Langrey smiled grimly as he recalled his reponse: No one can tell what the future brings. Perhaps fate would indeed reunite them in different circumstances.
But he knew that he would never again embrace the margrave as a lover. No, that was a single incide, a mere moment in a vast sea of years.
I will tell no one. I will keep that memory tucked away in a chamber inside my heart, and dedicate myself to accomplishing my goals. Who knows what fate has in store for the three of us--Langrey, Kristoff, and Roienbourg?
In the end, it did not matter to Langrey whether he saw Roienbourg again or not. All that mattered was that Artolia prospered, and that was something he would accomplish, without fail.
THE END
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