"Not that it is of any concern to you Ambassador but yes my daughter will find a kind loving man to make her a woman." She said pointedly.

Kareef laughed and annoyed waved a servant away.

"Good then we can negotiate how much to break her virginity." He said casually.

Khalim glared annoyed at the ambassador, he had seen nothing but strength and pride from the Galadrians, yes they were infidels but they would quickly learn to love Kalah.

Queen Kailya slammed her fist down her eyes flashing thunder, Gemma turned whiter than a sheet, her sister Anjelica laughed mockingly.

"Ambassador! You are a guest in my kingdom, I expect you to act like one. My daughter like my kingdom is not for sale!" she tried to keep as calm as possible.

Kareef smiled, goading the Queen had been most enjoyable.

"My apologies Queen Kailya, you westerners misunderstand our culture. I was merely asking if your daughter had a dowry." He said smoothly.

Queen Kailya glared, knowing full well what he had meant.

"But since you wish to talk about the price for your kingdom. The Sultan of Kalish, the Great Mubarak Bin Lal Fadeen has an offer."

The queen calmed herself down, the ambassador had purposefully provoked her to leave her off guard for the real issue.

"Very well, I am ready to hear it."

Kind Valdis glared at his wife, soon "beloved" soon, the arrival of the Sultan and his army had raised interesting possibilities.

The ambassador drank some more wine, his eyes again fixated on the young and still blushing princess.

"Princess Anjelica is well renowned at the most beautiful women in this godless kingdom. The Sultan's demand is simple. Your daughter agrees to be his twelfth wife and live inside his harem in Sherazad. In exchange for your homage he mercifully agrees to a peace treaty"

"What!" Anjelica stood her face livid.

"Is this some kind of joke? No black skinned beast is putting his hands on me! I am worth far more than your filthy Sultan's twelfth wife." She spat out.

"You Kalishite's disgust me!" she turned imperiously and stormed away from the dinner table."

"My daughter is right, a poor choice of words but my kingdom is not for sale. If the Sultan's men put a foot on my territory I will not hesitate to condemn it as an act of war. This conversation is over, thank you ambassador.".

Kareef's eyes flamed as he watched the arrogant bitch walk off, he pushed his chair away and shook his head.

"Unwise infidel, soon you will learn the Sultan is no man to say no to." He stormed off.

"Excuse me mother, I have no stomach for politics." Chandra glared at Farouk before leaving the table.

The black warrior admired her tight ass and toned figure as she stalked off.

He turned to his brother Khalim smiled and moved his head.

"Kalah grant you favour my brother." He said in their native tongue.

Khalim turned back to the Queen.

"My apologies for my daughter’s badly chosen words General Khalim.". Kailya tried to mend bridges.

He smiled broadly,

"It is not you who should apologise Queen Kailya, not everyone appreciates our culture.".

"What is that Khalim?, A brutal regime which takes pleasure out of enslaving it so called "infidel" neighbours?" Valdis sneered.

Khalim smiled back, causing the slight build king to squirm in his chair.

"I do not expect you to understand, please excuse me." He bowed to Queen Kailya before leaving the table.

"What exactly was that?" Kailya turned angrily on her husband.

Valdis waved his hand dismissively.

"I have no time for Kalishite threats, shall we adjourn to the study?" he smiled suggestively making Kailya shake with anger.

She smiled back tersely,

"Yes husband, lets." Her hands touched the bundle of contracts in her pocket.

Gemma followed her mother and new father to the study, her cheeks still flushed from the ambassador comments. She shivered thinking about the disgusting man. But would a man make her a woman?

Her eldest sister was at the balcony, she glared annoyed at her mother and swept a contemptuous look over her youngest sister.

Gemma gulped but decided to speak to her, her mother was angry with her new husband again and she didn’t need to be a mind reader to know they were going to fight again.

"Ah, the ambassador, he looked at me, hungrily." Gemma lightly touched her throat.

"Don’t make me laugh." He sister turned with a sneer. "He wanted to fuck you silly."

Gemma gasped at the crude language, her sister’s smile grew.

"You look so prim and proper sister but wait until he finds out you are a disgusting freak."

Tears started forming in the young maiden’s eyes.

"No nobleman is going to want to touch you when the truth comes out, you’re a freak sister, you know what adepts are used for?" her sister continued, enjoying the misery she was inflicting.

"I am not a freak." Gemma sobbed, her sister smiled and leaned forward.

"Adepts are treated like whores, only good for buggering in their tight assholes, filthy freak." Her sister spat venom.

Gemma’s tears flooded, she turned and fled wailing.

Anjelica watched with a sick smile.

"Should I light the fire your majesties?" their seneschal asked.

"Yes it’s a cold night, here you can use these, that’s all they’re good for." Kailya handed the contracts over.

Valdis’s eyes narrowed and he gripped his glass of wine.

His wife smiled at him, reclaiming her dominance.

The newly crowned king watched as his contracts were set alight.

"Unwise beloved unwise.". he spat before storming out.

A few minutes later Gemma burst into the room from the balcony.

"What is wrong honey?" Kailya asked, instantly forgetting her scheming husband.

"I’m a freak!" Gemma wailed before fleeing into the castle.

The mother of three stormed onto the balcony.

"What did you say to your sister?"

Anjelica turned with the most innocent expression.

"Nothing mother."

Kailya frowned and shook her head,

"You are such a disappointment Anjelica." before turning her back and walking after her youngest child.

* * *

Khalim walked down to the garden and shook his head, war would come to this godless land, it was Kalah’s will. He lifted his head and followed the sound of a woman crying. Queen Kailya’s youngest daughter was sobbing by the fountain.

"What is wrong princess? A young woman such as yourself should never shed such desperate tears.".

Gemma looked up startled,

"I shouldn’t be talking to you."

Khalim smiled,

"And why is that little one?"

"Because mother says you are a hungry wolf sniffing for blood.".

The Kalishite laughed softly and sat down, unperturbed.

"Your mother is a wise and amazing woman and you should respect her. The problem is your people demonise wolfs, but they are a predator like any other. My people have respect for the desert wolf, you see the wolf is a necessary part of Kalah’s will, yes they attack caravans and kill livestock but like any creature they only do it because they must eat.".

Gemma nodded, not quite understanding the intense foreigner.

"Now why does such a young flower cry?" he asked gently.

The princess dabbed her cheeks.

"My sister, I, I am not like others." She finally said dejectedly.

Kahlim smiled and slowly nodded, knowing all too well the rejection he faced as a young boy.

"You are a beautiful maiden who will make some man very lucky. The desert flower that blossoms after the rain, if is not ugly because it is different, no it is beautiful because it is different."

Gemma looked up and smiled at the stranger, there was intensity to him that Gemma had only seen in her sister Chandra’s eyes.

"Gemma! There you are, come inside or you will get a cold." Queen Kailya marched up to them.

The princess smiled at the strange black man before standing.

"Thank you Lord Khalim, you are a very wise wolf and have made me feel better." Gemma smiled, bowing slightly.

Khalim opened his hands and smiled.

"Take care young princess, obey your mother and Kalah will watch over you."

"Gemma I will escort you inside, good evening General." Queen Kailya was not sure how the black skinned Kalishite had won over her youngest daughter but her instincts as an overprotective mother kicked in.

The young princess smiled, with some mischief at Khalim,

"Thank you mother, but I am sure I can find my own way into the castle, if you would show the General the way back?" She said with an innocent look.

Queen Kailya raised her eyebrow at her daughter’s meddling. Princess Gemma cocked her head with a naughty smile to her mom before skipping off.

Kailya, watched her youngest leave and then raised an eyebrow at her guest.

"Please Queen Kailya, since you believe me to be a wolf sniffing for blood.", Kailya blushed a little.

"Perhaps you would consider sharing a drink with this wolf to allow him to show you our people are not that different.".

Kailya paused before smiling a little, he was bold and charming.

"Very well general, since I have indirectly slighted you, one drink."

Khalim smiled back and tried not to imagine the Queen in a dancer’s costume.

* * *

Kailya found her initial anger dissolving, Khalim paused to admire the roses and ask which her favourite was. The queen blushed at the very straightforward intentions of the young Kalishite, but found herself very flattered.

She paused at the door to the study, Khalim touched his forehead in a silent prayer before gliding in. He looked over his shoulder and smiled, beckoning with his hands.

Queen Kailya hadn’t felt the heady rush of the hunt in years, she casually walked past him, trying to stop her eyes from deciding if he was as well muscled as her dream.

"You are very sure of yourself General." She turned with two glasses.

"I cannot remember ever having a drink with a Kalashite, is it against your religion?".

Khalim laughed,

"No, Queen Kailya, an often misunderstood law of Kalah. A servant of Kalah does not consume fruit of the vine in public for fear of losing their tongue and dignity. That said, a faithful of Kalah may partake in the company of a woman he trusts.".

Kailya raised an eyebrow but turned and poured a glass of sweet white wine.

"You place a lot of trust in me General, do I have to remind you we are on opposites sides of a war?" she handed him the wine, his eyes holding hers in comfortable silence.

"You are a special woman Queen Kailya and Kalah has allowed me a glimpse of your soul, I would know more. As for the Sultan." Khalim spreads his hands wide, "The Sultan is the voice of Kalah, she has declared this continent full of infidels, I am just the Sultan’s right hand, a wolf earning his meat.". he said with a disarming grin.

Kailya smiled back, annoyed that she was finding herself enjoying the black Kalashite’s company.

"Do you play?" Khalim asked gesturing to a set out board of King’s Champion.

"I, ah it has been many years, but yes." Kailya answered with a small smile.

"Excellent." Khalim finished his wine and cast a spell, the black marble pieces shaped and twisted as if clay in a potters hands.

"Impressive magic, you are a sorcerer?" The Queen asked the question she already knew the answer to.

Khalim bowed slighty, the black marble pieces had changed from their standard western pieces of footmen, knights, towers and bishops to the eastern pieces, Mamaluks, Farii, Dome shaped siege towers and Speakers of the True Faith.

"The Shai-ir recognised my talent at a young age, my brother chose the sword, I chose the book.".

Kailya nodded impressed, there was no doubting the adepts self confidence, she had only recently pierced his pattern, a strong, complex series of interlinking silver threads, he was a powerful and accomplished mage.

"In my land, beautiful woman must always go first." He conceded with a magnanimous bow.

It took three moves for Khalim to stop grinning, Queen Kailya was no novice, this board was definitely not for show, though rusty is showed a remarkable intellect, something Khalim was eager to test.

"Something wrong general?" she asked innocently.

Khalim clapped his hands laughing, he extended his glass and the Queen refilled it, she hated the way he was making her feel, alive.

"Well played Queen Kailya, yes you are no novice, excellent, I am have been looking forward to this all evening.".

Queen Kailya furrowed in concentration as Khalim began to build a series of complex moves, each move the start of another strategy.

Suddenly after a few footmen and mamaluks had been deposited beside the board Khalim pointed down and opened his hands.

"You see? You westerners are preoccupied with your Queens."

"She is the most powerful piece in the game, someone to be respected." Kailya pushed her point.

Khalim smile didn’t slip, he was up to something.

"Yes strong and powerful but isolated, too proud to accept help." He pointed to the board, no white piece of any power was near the Queen, she was surrounded by footmen.

He then pointed to his side of the board, the sensuously sculptured figurine of a woman who looked suspiciously like Kailya stood next to a fierce looking amir who looked a little like Khalim. "My Sultana? Yes she is a strong and capable and respectful of her Amir but at the same time invaluable to him."

Kailya gulped as the conversation took a serious note and she was sure Khalim was no longer talking about King’s Champion.

"But she sits in her tower, my Queen is on the battlefield, amongst her subjects, a woman of action, see reinforcements are not far away." She motioned across the board, to her two knights attacking his siege towers, two could play this game.

Khalim confident smile still did not slip, quickly Kailya checked the board, a cold chill making her gulp, she hadn’t even seen it.

The young mage smiled as his adversary’s finally saw his diversion.

"Yes not far, but too far to prevent her downfall, while my speakers kept her busy, my faris has slipped in." He moved the knight piece from behind a wall of footmen. Khalim exchanged the pieces in a deft move before gently kissing the white queen.

"Khalim, please stop." Kailya fled to the window, running from her own feelings.

She gripped the cold stone balcony and took a deep breath, not for the first time in her life cursing her heavy crown. Kailya felt Khalim silently join her outside.

"You take you jest too far General." She whispered in the night wind.

"Jest? Why your majesty? Because you feel the same way? I do not play with your feelings Kailya.".

She shivered as he used her name, she looked up, by the goddess she wanted to lay her chest in his arms.

"I can understand you concerns my desert bloom, but my heart is true."

"How Khalim, we have just met!" she spat out angry because he was the first man since her dead husband she had ever felt connected to.

"Yes, but in Khalah’s eyes a second is the same as a lifetime, I know inside you have a beautiful soul. In your western culture I wish to put a ring on your finger."

"Thank you General but as you can see I already have one." Her anger continued to rage.

Khalim took a step forward,

"You do not love him, this crown, weighs heavy on your beautiful head." He reached up and deftly removed it.

Kailya turned furious,

"How dare you!" she turned full of misplaced anger.

Khalim stepped in and kissed her.

The Queen of Galandria eyes widened before her body took over, it was a revolt.

Her eyes closed and her lips eagerly locked with his, his body pressed against her, his hands playing with her hair, running down her back. Kailya’s hands defied her mind and roamed his strong shoulders enjoying the hard muscles.

Khalim’s hips bumped hers against the balustrade, Kailya groaned her eyes closed, she could feel his hunger, almost taste his need, he wanted to take her to her bed and make mad passionate love all night long. Goddess it felt good to be needed in such a carnal way.

Somehow to the Queen it felt like her crown had magically lifted off the cold stone where Khalim had left it and placed itself firmly on her head. The responsibilities of state and motherhood crashed her erotic escape, she had duty and people relying on her.

She broke the kiss, gently pushing him away.

"Khalim we cannot do this." Her mind whispered, but her body was crying out in protest.

"Why? Do you not want me?" he asked, not willing to back down.

Kailya gulped and shook her head.

"No, you are the first man I have wanted to take to my bed in many years." The words tumbled off her rebellious tounge.

"Then stop fighting it my angel." He stepped into her and Kailya was powerless to stop her desire.

Their first kiss had been powerful, their second was explosive. The Queen of Galandria could no longer deny herself, her hands ran through his hair and down his back, she moaned in his mouth as he gripped her ass, squeezing the wide cheeks. Khalim broke the kiss and started sucking her pale neck.

"Oh Khalim." Kailya whispered as his hips pushed hers against the stone railing, his hungry mouth kissing down to her large breasts. His hands had left her ass and were quickly travelling up her stomach to meet his mouth at their lusty target.

The blonde queen nibbled her lip, her hands playing with his hair. This was it, the moment of truth, if he suckled her breasts she would be unable to stop herself and he would spend the night in her bed. The mature Queen felt something very large and hard bump against her inner thigh. A moan escaped her lips as she imagined his size, she so desperately wanted it, to feel a strong, handsome man thrust inside her again. Again her crown found its unwanted way onto her head, she was the Queen of Galandria and he was her enemy, she was a white woman, he was a black man, she was the mother of three and he was younger than Anjelica. It was wrong, as much as her body wanted it, she could not allow herself to take it.

Finally Kailya’s mind reigned in her over sexed body. She lifted Khalim’s head up with her hands, without looking in his eyes she buried her head in his shoulder, refusing to allow herself to shed a tear.

"Please Khalim we can’t, please do not make this harder than it is for me.".

Khalim sighed and gently lifted her head, the black mage smiled tenderly before kissing her red lips.

"If I take you to my bed, I do not think I will have the courage to tell you to leave in the morning and you must." She squeezed his hands.

Khalim opened his mouth and she gently touched his lips.

"Please, I have not fallen so heavily for a man, I feel what you are talking about, but Khalim, it can never be. As much as I sometimes regret it, I am the Queen of Galandria and you are the Sultan’s right hand, very shortly I fear we will be at war and no amount of praying will change that. Thank you, I am truly flattered and in another life, I could let myself fall for a much younger man. But fate is not being kind to us and I have a country to defend."

Her eyes hardened, she squeezed his shoulders once more before picking up her crown.

Khalim tried again but she shook her head before fleeing the study with as much grace and poise as she could muster.

He watched his beautiful Queen flee, the mage sighed and raised his face to the moon with a sad smile.

"I am sorry Kalah, I tried but her mind is full of duty and pride." He looked at the small white queen figurine he had taken from the board. The mage flicked his black fingers, the sculpture changed, her crown was gone and a collar surrounded her neck. He kissed it, "I will protect you despite your pride my beautiful angel and teach you Kalah’s love.".

* * *

The tall black warrior followed Chandra’s tight ass as she stormed through the castle. Several servants looked at him surprised but the man exuded such self assuredness that nobody stopped to question him.

Farouk waited as the object of his desire entered the royal wing, he had a suspicion from her angry mutterings that she was going to use his favourite method of calming himself down, exercise.

As he suspected Chandra emerged sometime later dressed in practise armour and marched down to the training hall. Farouk slowly followed his prey enjoying the sway of her ass, she had swept her hair into a tight pony and wore black boots.

Chandra had just started practising when Farouk entered the hall. She glared at him but motioned for the quartermaster to leave her.

"How dare you!" the fiery princess fired the first salvo.

Farouk smiled bathing in her anger, she was possibly even more sexy when she was angry.

"Dare what?"

"Come here! Now, after all of these years."

"If is Kalah’s wise they we meet again."

"Don’t bring your goddess into this. You never contacted me." Chandra said hurt.

Farouk spread his hands,

"If I remember correctly it was you who ran away from me that night."

"We were young and confused and, you never chased after me, I never saw you again." Chandra turned her confusion into aggression.

Annoyingly the black Kalashite laughed.

"Kalashite men do not chase after woman, I have never forgotten you or that firey spirit my storm chaser.".

Chandra gulped, he had called her that the night of their passion.

"Do not call me that, and besides who says I am interested." Chandra flicked her hair haughtily.

The Kalashite laughed again and walked over to the rack, he kicked off his silk slipper before removing his shirt.

The brunette princess had to admit, the Kalashite was in perfect condition, powerful muscles rippled across his back she felt the same desire that had left her panting all those years ago, stubbornly the colonel repressed her feelings, he was the enemy, a man who had left her and never chased after her.

"What are you doing?" she asked a little frightened by her rage feelings.

He picked up a practise sword,

"You are here to practise? Then lets practise.".

Chandra paused,

"How do I know this is some kind of elaborate assassination?"

Farouk grinned and casually tested the sword out.

"On my word, I will not hurt you." He said seriously.

Chandra smiled and flicked her sword, eager to show this Kalashite her post in the army was not brought with her mother’s influence.

"Princess." The quartermaster said concerned from the edge of the training mat.

"It’s alright Gidern, it’s just practice." She matched Farouk smile.

The black warrior let his firey opponent attack, casually blocking her strikes, appraising her skills.

Chandra’s confidence was shaken a little as he continued to circle her, deflecting her blows, his smile never slipping.

A particularly well aimed strike glanced off Farouk shoulder and the General began to counter attack. Chandra blocked his strikes but a sweat began to line her brow, he was good, very good, much better than her quartermaster.

"Resistance is futile my storm chaser, surrender to me, open your heart."

"Never!" Chandra spat back, the adrenalin coursing through her veins.

Farouk laughed his sword speaking for him.

The combatants clashed for sometime before Farouk decided to end it. Chandra blocked a strike and riposted but her opponent had anticipated the move, his sword quickly striking her practice sword, the wooden weapon flying across the mat.

Chandra gulped, the quartermaster drew his sword.

"Leave us, I wish to speak to the princess." Farouk unconcerned.

"Please Girdern." Chandra panted her brunette eyes never leaving the black warrior’s.

"As you wish your highness." The quartermaster sheafed his sword and motioned to the servants.

"Now what do you intend to do with me." The princess challenged.

Farouk bowed slightly and flipped his sword, offering her the hilt, as Chandra reached for it he gracefully held her wrist.

"I, ah let go of me." Chandra said, the four years apart disappeared in a heart beat and she was back around the fireplace, his lips close to hers.

"Why? You feel the same as I, Kalah allows me to see it in your eyes.".

"I am not the child you met four years ago.".

"No you are a brave and strong woman, I will never hurt you and worship your every step." Farouk said seriously, he reached into the pockets of his pants and produced a strip of black and gold silk. Chandra’s eyes widened as he wrapped it around his wrist and extended his hand. She only vaguely knew the customs of the Kalashite’s but the proposal of marriage was well known.

"Take my hand Chandra, I never forgot about you, it is you who has inspired me to become the man I am. Take my hand and we will be unstoppable, Kalah will shower us with her blessings. Take my hand and be my beloved.".

The princess of Galandria paused like a deer caught by a hunter. In the end her legs answered for her tumbling mouth.

Farouk watched sadly as she fled the training mat and shook his head.

* * *

Kailya only slowed down outside the royal wing and straightened her dress.

"So, tell me everything." An excited voice ambushed her as she entered their lounge.

Queen Kailya cursed, Gemma uncurled from the couch and rushed over giggling excitedly.

"Nothing happened." Kailya innocently defended herself, she frowned as sounds of loud voices wafted in from Anjelica’s quarters.

Gemma joined her mother in a frown,

"Anjelica is entertaining again, ugh her friends are such bitches.".

"And Chandra?" Kailya asked eager to steer the conversation away from her.

Gemma shrugged, "She stormed into the lounge before barricading herself in her room."

Kailya nodded knowingly, Chandra had inherited her husband’s perchant for brooding

"But, stop changing the subject mom." He daughter raised as stern an eyebrow as she could muster.

"Come on, tell me, I saw the look in your eyes and you were gone three hours, come on, tell me, tell me!" she dragged her mother to the sofa.

"Gemma, nothing happened." her mother said as straight faced as possible, she could still feel Khalim’s lips on hers and her heart was still racing.

Her youngest daughter raised an eyebrow.

"I am sure you told me a noblewoman never lies?"

"Gemma, that’s different and you are too young."

"Mother, you yourself said I am a maiden so tell me." The young princess said frustrated

The Queen sighed and fussed with her daughter’s straight blond hair.

"Very well, we had a drink."

"And…" Gemma pushed.

Kailya sighed,

"And we kissed."

"Way to go mom, so what’s the next step." Gemma said excitedly.

"Gemma, there is no next step, I shouldn’t have even kissed him. I am married to your father." Kailya said angry at herself.

"Oh mother, you are fooling nobody, you treat me like a child but we all know the guilds pressured you into marrying him and the two of you are always fighting. But Khalim." Gemma grinned mischievously.

"Can never be, please Gemma drop it, for your mother, okay? Now let Cherie put you to bed, it is long past your bedtime. " Kailya gently hugged her before leaving for her own lonely bed.

* * *

The Shai-ir mage walked slowly back to the guest quarters. Farouk was pacing annoyed.

"She said no?" his brother asked the obvious.

"Too proud and independent." His brother swirled a mug of coffee. He turned and smiled at his twin. "But by Kalah’s will she will be a perfect pleasure slave.".

Khalim grinned back, "Brother you did not tell me her mother was touched by Kalah.".

Farouk forgot his gloom and clasped his brother on the shoulder.

"It is good to see you interested in a woman more than a book brother! Yes, the Queen is well curved, those massive udders would fetch at least four rings alone."

"It is not just her body brother, though I cannot wait to suck those breasts! She has a mind Farouk, keen and sharp, she will a perfect First slave.".

"Slow down there! We must first battle their army, then capture their capital then show them Kalah’s love before we can talk of First slaves."

Khalim smile did not drop he sighed happily,

"The board is set brother, it is just a matter of time now." He caressed the white queen in his pocket.

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