Avamar (Realm)/Doc-umentaries/The Realm of Romance
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Romance born in a small Realm!
After the cultural development that "Doc-umentaries" C.C. has caused in the People's Republic of Avamar,the Nobility of the Realm has been made even more sensitive and the Romance has begun to grow within its Regions.
Avamar City is a City rich of History and Wealth,where Art is born and the Decorated Walls of the Fortress make this region ideal for more "complicated" and "dirty" flirting,especially at Night.
Next to Avamar is situated Montijo Town.Montijo Town is the place where Sir Paris,the one of the founding members of "Doc-umentaries" C.C. (the other one is Noble Amraedil),was born and the place where the famous Avamarian Night Club can be visited.The ruins of the destroyed,by the Fontanese Army,Old Palisade are reflecting the light of the rising sun at dawn and the songs and tales that are heard of the great Victories that Avamarians have achieved against the Fontaneses after long lasting battles,make this region ideal for more sensitive souls who seek Romance to express themselves at the Old Palisade,while also libarates the secret "dirty" wishes of the mind from any kind of oppression,letting the fantasies to come true at the Night Club of Avamar.Romance usually takes his greatest form at Dawn,during the sunrise.
The People's Republic of Avamar is the Realm where Romance is born and already many idylls have taken place within Nobility.
Sir Paris - Noble Cornilia
It was almost dawn when Cornilia approached the city walls. She couldn’t sleep this night. The news of the victory in Oporto filled her with joy... but this lasted only for a while. Sir Phillip had been wounded and couldn’t leave Oporto. In the meanwhile the Fontanese army is approaching to the area for reprisal. Everyone is getting back to Montijo. Everyone but Sir Phillip and…perhaps…Sir Paris…
The preparation for the attack of the first Legion of Avamar didn’t favour Cornilia’s and Paris’ meeting. The only chance she had to meet him was when she got to his tend to take the latest orders…although she could have sent a servant. And there she saw him for the first time.
He stood behind his desk writing a letter. He stamped it and gave it to a servant that was waiting next to him. The servant took the letter, bowed and left the room leaving them alone. Only after a while he noticed her standing there looking at him. He smiled and approached her. He took her hand and kissed it with a bow. Her heart beat so hard that she was afraid that he could hear it. He went back to the office and took a paper with her name on it. “The latest orders my Lady” he said and gave her the paper. They didn’t have much time, she knew it. They talked a little about the attack and the things that needed to be done in Montijo. After a while he saw her to the tent’s door. They stood for a while there looking at each other in silence. “Until we meet again my Lady” he said. “Until we meet again” she whispered…
As she recalls this memory the first thing she remembers is his eyes. So blue like the sky in the morning right before the sun comes out. Like…now! “Oh I hope he comes back! Will he make it? Will I ever see his eyes again?”, she thought and her look lost in the skyline, where Oporto should be…
As Sir Paris gets out of a dense forest,he watches the sun rising to the sky and he realizes that the fate had chosen that he survives and evades the battle in Oporto...
"Poor Philip!",Sir Paris' thoughts are always to Sir Philip,"I only hope you are still alive!".
And Sir Paris lowers his head looking the grass while marching on his feet alongside his unit.And keeps moving towards the sun...
"M' Lord!What bothers you?You seem rather broody to my eyes...It is a Lady?",a soldier from the unit asks Sir Paris full of interest.
"Jonathan,you have always been a real friend to me!We have grown up toghether!But I have many thoughts in my mind!It is Sir Philip,I can not deny that...though,there are also some other things in my mind!",Sir Paris answers sincerely.
"Yes,m' Lord!That is true!I know you since we were kids!But tell me,m' Lord!What else does it bother you?",soldier Jonathan seems to be really in care of his Commandant.
"Oh no,Jonathan!I can not tell you!There are some dirty thoughts in my mind!Thoughts that could spoil the pure reputation of a real Lady!Though,I can not stop from thinking of her...her skin is so smooth and her beauty is of a rarity!She is undescribable...",Sir Paris can not hold himself and lets some unattended words slip out from his lips.
"M'Lord,a Lady?!Have you fell in love,my Lord?",Jonathan inquires but Sir Paris never responds.He only looks at his friend-soldier thoughtfully.
"My Lord,why don't you send her a letter?I am almost sure that she will be looking for you already in Montijo.",soldier Jonathan continues.
Sir Paris gives it a thought until he decides...He takes out a pen from his pocket,he searches for some paper in his bag and starts writting a letter...
"Beloved Lady Cornilia,
I am alright.I am in my way to Montijo.The fate has chosen not to sacrifise my life and let me come back to Montijo.Probably she has somehow learnt of my feelings about you...Since the last time I have met you in my tent...you know...when you had come in and you asked...and you had your hair..I mean your eyes were...and your skin...and...when I kissed your hand...and...when...I...I mean that...when...you...not you...I...I mean that...oh,myLady!How silly I am!I am just not good with words!I mean...I am good...but now...I mean that...I usually am good with words,but now...I...I do not know...I...I probably...I...I think,I should not bother you any more with my prattle!Please forgive me for my incapability in writting this letter...I want to tell you only that I can not take you out of my mind!I can not stop thinking of you!
I can not stand a moment away from you,waiting the time of meeting you again!
I am thinking of your rare,kind beauty and your pure,honest glance during my travel and take courage to keep moving faster.
I am always thinking of you, kind regards,
Sir Paris"
As he finishes the letter...
"Scout!Come here!I want you to deliver a letter!",an order has been heard from Sir Paris' mouth for the first time in his unit.
And the Scout approaches devoted to his Lord...
"Yes,Sir!In your commands!",the scout obeys loyally.
"I want you to deliver this letter to Lady Cornilia and tell her that she had been my inspiration while I was on the battlefield.That her dark eyes were always on my mind as was trying to liberate Oporto.Also,you have to travel fast and get me back a copy from a scout and,if possible,a battle report of Oporto.Learn what you can for Sir Philip and come back with news.Now,go!Go!Travel fast,find the General,inform him of our position,deliver the letter to Lady Cornilia,learn about Sir Philip and come back imediately...Fast!!",Sir Paris has spoken anxiously.
And the scout galloped in a rush following the path to Montijo Town...
In Montijo Town,Lady Cornilia was still staring at the skyline...the sun had already risen a bit when she saw a man riding his horse moving in high speed,rising some dust in the air,approaching the ruins of the old palisade,entering the town...
Lord Lalakis - Donna Ragna
- I'll be a woman of shadows, a creature of the dark, a secret weapon of Avamar
- Rather intersting I would say m'Lady! Lalakis slightly bows kissing Ragna's gloved hand
- You know Lalakis, there are so many things i can do in the shadows...
- I know, I know m'Lady. You have taught me how to become a friend of the shadows, how to use them in my -our- advanatge. And I'm more than grateful for this knowledge you have offered me!
Sir Lalakis gently strokes Ragna's pitch-black and incredibly long hair
- So here we are...Finally together! When it was teh last time we had free time to share together? But before anything else...Will you allow me a minute?
- Amraedil you Idiot! If you do not know for WHAT you are voting just DO NOT VOTE AT ALL Mattheus for JUDGE!
- How stupid this boy can be?
Lalakis leaves his stupid brother thinking of what he told him and return to Ragna's much better company
- "Sorry for that my dear..." he says pinching a red rose in her magnificent hair
-It's been a long time since our last intimate meeting Lakakis... But not that long to keep me rusty...
Donna's gaze penetrates into Lalakis' lustful burning eyes
-After you, my love
She points her tent. Lalakis hastly goes into the tent, and starts removing his clothing.
-I see you remebmer how it goes,eh? Donna smiles.
Lalakis is standing naked, anxious to become one with the woman he loves
-Now...where were we? Donna takes her whip, and her loving smiles suddenly dissapears
-If you ever ever keep me waiting, just to shout at your stupid brother, you will be greatly sorry!! The whip lands on Lalakis
-Now, put your clothes back on. Come back when you learn how to respect a woman!
Lalakis did not move an inch while the leather whip violently landed on his chest. His eyes remained attached to Ragna's gaze as the flaming pain spread to his body...
Silence dominates the place, as the crackling sound of the whip has stopped. Only Donna Ragna's panting breath is heard.
Lalakis slowly lifts his hand and touches the deep scar on his chest...Blood is mixed with hair but the fire that burns inside him is much more intense than the flames that spreads from the wound.
A sudden move and Ragna is grappled by his strong arms. Their eyes in no distance, their bodies adjust, their lips almost touching each other.
- "I love you, woman of my dreams" Lalakis says and kisses Ragna with passion.
She struggles a bit in the begining only to surrender after a while. She returns the kiss biting his lips, putting her arms around him in a warm hug.
Few seconds of passion and lust passes by and Lalakis pushes Ragna away.
- "I will do as you say m'Lady! Have a nice sleep"
He takes his clothes and leaves her tent naked, blood running form his chest and lips.
-"God! I love this woman!" Lalakis says to himself as he gets away from the tent, still naked, leaving the guards astonished with their mouths wide open....
Love Poems by Thanfedal
Never forget me, no matter what the cause I will love you forever, everlasting dreams of us. Never let me go, I yearn to be held and loved by you, comforting words and delightful embrace. You have kissed my tear away, you have held back my fears, and you have revived my love for you as always. My love for you I would invoke my love eternally. All of this from like to falling in love, friendship at first lovers at last let me explain:
With a refine heart and with enamored eyes I dedicate to you my love. You of beauty, that ignites my blood, and inspire my hands to delicately follow your contour, and you rest within my sonnet, dance upon my music of my heart. For the heart does sing fifty songs of laughter, a thousand songs of love. As I caress you nude beauty, from the cuteness that are your feet, to the arching of your back, from the tender touch upon your legs and the shiver of your body as I rest my hand upon you navel. To the quiver of your whole as glide my hands upon your, finally the hunger as I kiss your lips.
So I follow my gentle hands flowing upon the line of your back separating my hands all the way into delicate regions then surges to the smooth surface of your buttocks, delicately passing the separation of your loveliness. As slow my pace and my heart does race, my finger reach you, love let me show you passion, let me always love you, let me be your lover. Always the one to hold you, always the one you fallen in love with.
Fly away words, a heart my cry a million times over, but if no one listen it can cry a million more.
My love is boulder strong, a mountain endless and lovers passionate. To me it is a brand new love all the time, I dream for those wondrous moments together, from the beginning of the day, until everything is asleep. Love to me is the ultimate satisfaction, the bountiful feeling that overwhelms the rest and entices me the best. To woo you and to be wooed by you, a dream that has been turned to reality.
I want to enjoy the heart that flares in your body, I want to consume the love that you have given me. Enjoy every bit of you, consume every part of you, lust every part of you and always love every part of you. Your soul is my life blood, your smile is my sunshine, your kiss is a breath I take and your love is our passion. Joy comes to us when we hear each other like a song ever lasting, giggles enjoyed and moment together in a memoir in our hearts.
My love, in my moments of darkest hour your love opens the reasons of to why we are together, why we fell in love. Be with me as I will now choose and want to be with you, I love you my love and with you I am king. You are my Queen, my beloved to keep, my beloved to be. You are the love for me, the woman as is, my friend as over, that is the way I want it to be.
To the air with you
Truly I love you dear heart, no one more than you can make me happier. Without I can't live, my true love belongs to you. I will not let you go, my heart cries out for you. I want to be by your side for now and forever. My life in countless moment has found that without, I feel less of a lover than may know, less of a poet. Never that with those to concept I could not live, with nothing else sure I will sacrifice. My love for you I could never compromise.
Your love to me seems bountiful, of course is what has been going on, you fulfill me, in every way. I have always remember that my love, to you I will never depart. My mind is a wonder my heart is my truest calling, as it does call for you. I am never been so overwhelm by love, truest love the milk of passion that you have given me. Feeling free, feeling loved, feeling all alive the wild inside is wild in love. I belong to you my love, songs never told.
My mind from loving eternally to not loving you, from wanting you essentially to not wanting for you at all. What I cry about, can I close my eyes and not open them again? I hold my heart at you favour, I hold my soul for you to embrace. My humility can ground me for the longest time, believing I can never be a par to your whole. So I beckon to leave, my love seemed scorched from time to time, but dead if not with you.
Message in a Bottle
My love,
i thought you should get this letter in a bottle, as it would be a lot more romantic, but as i am on the road to Montijo, i m facing some dificulties in finding one..
I can see no limits in our love, as i see no limits in time.. Time is endless,my love. Since you are the bright light of the day, the moon and stars of the night.. How can you ever end? How can weend?
If i am mistaken, please, hash the truth.. I need the thought of you..it's the one thing that makes me strong,and happy..
I have met a lot of men, as i was a lonesome wandering woman before i came to meet you in Avamar. I ve never said "i love you" to anyone...Let alone "i love you beyond limits"...
You are my Lord, my light, and my hope. You are the smile on my face, and the fire in my heart. You are my home. I ll follow you to the end...if there is one
You are my everything
Yours,
Donna Ragna"
The Red Roses
Donna Ragna enters her office at the People’s Hall of Justice. She is very busy these last days, trying to give a fair solution to the disturbing events in Avamar, compromising her natural violent inclinations, the people’s will, the demands of nobility, the principles of Avamar and the codes of the sophisticated Avamarian judicial systems. A heavy burden indeed for a young lady that spent the first years of her life in a small isolated village. Only few years has passed and her life changed so much!
A sudden knocking at the door drags Donna Ragna out of her problems.
"Come in!"
silence…
"Who is there? I said come in!"
nothing but more silence…
She stands up and opens the door
A small blossom of 11 fire-red roses lies at the doorstep! A small piece of paper is pinned on the wrapping. Donna Ragna picks up the flowers and reads the note:
“Waiting for you tonight in the Red Room of our Palace. The full Moon is also invited, together with the brightest Stars, the endless Sky and the purest and most true emotions of uncontrolled Passion, deepest Love, burning Lust and godly Eros.
I terribly missed you Lady of my Dreams.
Love”
Ragna enjoys for only a second the delicate aroma of the flowers, puts the paper in the pocket of her uniform and returns to work faintly smiling…
A Duel of Love
Under the open night sky, somewhere in the outskirts of Avamar, two figures are approaching each other. Fully armoured, helmets hiding their faces, long swords in their gauntleted hands. Nobody’s watching the strange couple expect few horn owls that stares at them with curiosity, their wise eyes penetrating the darkness.
Donna Ragna has decided to use an aggressive strategy thus she attacks with swift well balanced hits, trying to overcome Lalakis defence. As a response the Avamarian General moves in a rather neutral way, studying the agile blows of the young woman. If they could speak or bet, the horn owls would have given the advantage to Donna Ragna.
But the years spent in the battlefields of the East Continent, have their own weight and gradually Lalakis gets the upper hand. One after the other, the General’s blows become more and more intense and Lady Ragna blocks them with an increasing difficulty. Soon, she finds herself defending with a weapon that feels heavier after each sword-crossing.
After a series of extremely heavy blows, Lalakis notices a point blank on Ragna’s defense. Without hesitation he lifts the long sword and hits. A thin line of blood now is apparent on the women’s neck. First drawing of blood, and the duel has ended.
The helmets are removed and the sweating faces of the duelers are uncovered. Their gazes are met as they approach each other.
You fought well my love! There are only few things left to learn and you’ll be a true Sword Mistress. I can’t believe that you are the same direful girl that few years ago and…
Donna Ragna has already thrown away her armour, sword and helmet and her lips are approaching dangerously Lalakis’
Lets see now if you will also win this battle my master
