Mercury Family/Marion/Ars Amatoria...or The Art of Love

Ars Amatoria...or The Art of Love

(Avamar, Erik's Palace)'?

Squire: Should I go with you M'Lady?

Marion: No, you don't. It is a family bussines. I am safe here. It is my daughter's father's home. There is no safer place for me in Sirion. Go to the kitchen and tell the people there that you are my squire, and ask them some wine for you. We plan to stay a few days here wile we wait.

The squire leaves her with a servant of the palace that leade her to the same gorgeous room throw the hall. The palace looks beautifull as always, but now there is a sence of misticism flowting around. A peacefull place that you don't wan't to leave.

" He has been very mistical, but now he is changing. must be the agening I guess. " She thinks.

As every time she visist him, Marion looks stunig. The age has been kind with her, she looks more powerfull and confident than when she was younger. Her hair remains darker as the night that is courrently above them. Just a few lines of blak hair falls down throw her head, as ray of moonligt. She looks at her in a huge mirror resting on the wall of the west. She knows he likes beauty things, as she does. The dress that she is wearing doesn't reveal much, just the necesary skin to show that she is still soft and tender. A soft and tender warrior. Once a women of the arrow, now a strong commander of a cavalry unit. She is there, laying confortably on a couch in front of a fire place, waiting for him.

They need to talk. The same servant that let's her in aproches her and says:

Servant: My Lady, Lord Erik will meet you in a few minutes. He is with some bussines at the moment, but he will be here soon. Make yourself at home.

Marion: Thank you, and don't worry. I allready am.

She takes a glass of wine that the servant gives to her, and taste it. The red of the liquor remains on her lips for a minute, wile she looks at the servant to dismisse him, she can see how he gets blushed when their eyes meet.

She smiles, knowing that her green glowing eyes remeins unchanged.

The servant leaves the room and fifteen minutes later, Erik enters the room.

He looks diferent, relaxed. Now you can see that even beeing an elf he has changed a little with age. But as Marion, he looks more interesting. His seductive and charming ways remains unchanged. Erik walks to meet her. He moves like a cat, softly, with his drakonian eyes staring at her.

When he meet her, he kiss her softly on her lips, tasting the wine.

Marion: Don't distract me, we have important things to discuse.

He smiles at her.

She walks away from him, softly, moving her hips in an unoticed way, feeling his eyes following her. She plays his game, as he plays hers. Marion seats in a single chair away next of a window.

Marion: I suposse that our daughter is no longer a child. You have seen the beautifull young women that she have became. Gorgeous and smart... and she is starting to notice the efect that she can cause in young men...and she is beeing afected by them. One in particular.

His face is no longer so relaxed, the vision of Eilien beeing a woman disturbes him. Maybe is what he has to pay for all the love that he has shared.