Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

Vasha, once she's settled into her room, will slip back out and try to make her way to Helena's room.

OOC: I think someone's been playing with Puddles right? Or was that for the wedding? Otherwise she'll leave Puddles in the room.
 

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Bront said:
Vasha, once she's settled into her room, will slip back out and try to make her way to Helena's room.

OOC: I think someone's been playing with Puddles right? Or was that for the wedding? Otherwise she'll leave Puddles in the room.
(OOC: Someone is there to play with Puddles and take care of him, though Vasha can go get him at any time that she isn't at an event)

*Vasha follows a lady-in-waiting to her room, which requires walking out of the building through the afternoon air to another building, inside, and across. The room is beautiful and well-furnished, with a big queen-sized bed, a mirror, chest-of-drawers, and a small closet and washroom. The window looks out, appropriately enough, onto a splendid area with a fine marble baths. It would be remarkably easy to get there from her room--just walk outside and she can't miss it.*

*Finding Helena, on the other hand, is not such an easy task.*

(OOC: Ask a servant?)
 


Bront said:
OOC: Didn't Helena give me some kind of idea of how to get there?
(OOC: Oh yeah--I forgot because you didn't even let me post a ** about it, you just had it happen in your post and kept going :o)

*Vasha tries to find her way to Helena's room, but the directions are confusing, and unlike the unique beauty of nature, all these places look the same--the real problem is that the directions don't start from Vasha's new room. She asks a passing servant for how to get to the gardens and then follows Helena's directions from there, eventually reaching a gorgeous guest villa that is apparently reserved for the most honoured royal guests that the Atreides receive. There, she knocks on Helena's room.*

"Come in!" even saying something so simple, Helena's voice is so beautiful and alluring that it leaves Vasha craving more, desiring for a split-second nothing more than to stand there and wait to hear her speak more so she can bask in that feeling, and yet she shakes it off enough to open the door, if she wishes.
 


Bront said:
Vasha slips in quietly. "Hi Helena, it's Vasha," she says.
*Helena beams a dazzling smile that leaves Vasha's knees weak. Without the veil on, Vasha finds herself completely entranced with Helena's beauty, unable to think of anything else as her mind becomes overwhelmed with thoughts and images of Helena...of perfection. Helena quickly replaces her veil and lessens the effect to a manageable point. She is still beaming a smile though.*

"Vasha--you came!"
 

"Of course I did," Vasha says. "I did make a promise, and your father even told me he'd let me come and see you again, though I don't think he thought of this soon," she giggles.

"Now, I promised you one of Vasha's Mystical Massages. Of course, I usually use my hands and the spell for one of these, but that might not be... well... safe unless you're looking to share pleasure beyond that. And if you like it, I can try to teach you the spell, or maybe we can see if I can teach someone else so you can get some kind of item made or something."
 

Bront said:
"Of course I did," Vasha says. "I did make a promise, and your father even told me he'd let me come and see you again, though I don't think he thought of this soon," she giggles.

"Now, I promised you one of Vasha's Mystical Massages. Of course, I usually use my hands and the spell for one of these, but that might not be... well... safe unless you're looking to share pleasure beyond that. And if you like it, I can try to teach you the spell, or maybe we can see if I can teach someone else so you can get some kind of item made or something."
"Oh, I know, but I wasn't sure if you would actually come--I'm so happy."

"A Mystic Massage would be lovely...I'd rather not take you with my power, so let's just do it with the spell, if that's alright with you."
 

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

Rystil Arden said:
"I see..." Claudia thinks about this, and sighs, "Yes...I guess in that way, no matter how I love you, I have failed you as a wife. I can never be there for you when you need me--I wasn't there then...I'm so sorry, Tiberius...I had hoped...hoped that the distance between us couldn't touch our love...But, I'm not there--I'm not enough for you. You think we shouldn't have married...if you want to divorce me, I can understand..."
Tiberius sighs and hugs her close, “You definitely haven’t failed me as a wife, and I lay no blame at your feet at all in this matter...I’ve failed you...by not being as strong as you’d hoped...or as strong I should have been. I certainly don’t want a divorce, Claudia, as my love for you hasn’t waned in the least. And I wasn’t saying we shouldn’t have married...as I wouldn’t trade a moment with you for anything...just that marrying while our duties take us to different parts of the Empire has been...far harder to endure, than I’d thought it would be. I see this as a wakeup call, for me to do better in the future...starting now, and continuing when I return to the Empire. Hopefully, Ammon’s suggestions will allow us to spend more time together in future, and then I can remain the faithful and devoted husband you deserve. Can you forgive me for straying, dear heart?” he asks, kissing her on the forehead.
 

Rystil Arden said:
"Oh, I know, but I wasn't sure if you would actually come--I'm so happy."

"A Mystic Massage would be lovely...I'd rather not take you with my power, so let's just do it with the spell, if that's alright with you."
"That's fine Helena, what ever you want. You probably should lay down though, but I can do it through your clothing, so there's nothing wrong with keeping it on."

Vasha also tries to employ the looking past tecnique that was suggested to her. Once Helena lays down, she casts her spell and begins with a gentile shoulder massage.

"How's that feel?"
 

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