Four (1/1)

Hello....this is just going to be one update of serval this weekend...I'm getting snowed in!!!! And to answer  questions about a Yunjae story....there is going to be one....But i want to do the books in order...so it wont be for a while. but it will be something to look forward too.....your ever thankful author.  Kyuhyun of Draig felt his body sing with liquid fire, filling him with a deep longing. The creature before him was tall and slender, a great compliment for his height. He had the perfect coloring of a solar flower--white porcelain skin of the petals, light blue eyes of the center ring, and a light blond hair of the soft velvet stem. His figure was slight, begging for a man’s protection. His fafe was reserved, his eyes confident, yet refined. Kyuhyun could imagine putting his arms around him, pulling him into the folds of his chest. His fingers itched, wanting to touch his hips only to glide down his legs to worship his feet. Kyuhyun’s body stirred beneath the fur loincloth. It was going to be a very long night. To his surprise, the man swallowed nervously at his attention and tried to break the contact of their eyes. The crystal pulsed on his neck, holding the man to him. Kyuhyun was pleased by his modesty as he sent him a kiss. The man’s cheeks flamed slightly with a blush. Kyuhyun could practically taste the sweetness of his lips on his mouth. Bowing to acknowledge him as he passed, Kyuhyun gave his eyes the pleasure of watching him walk away. The man’s nature was compsed, dignified. He grinned happily. He would make him a very fine Princess. The lines of brides filtered through, and soon Kyuhyun could no longer see his future mate on his was to the feast that had been prepared. Turning to follow his fellow bachelors to give thanks, His smile never wavered. The gods had indeed blessed him.

What a strange way to pick a life partner, Sungmin thought, trying to take a bite of Qurilixian blue bread. His hands shook too bad, and he was forced to set the slice down. He had thought there would be more to the choosing than an actual line--like maybe a little talking or dancing as they got to know each other. He had to hand it to the Qurilixian men. They knew what they wanted and they obviously just took it. A large buffet had been prepared, spreading over the long, wooden table to whick the brides were directed. It was a veritable feast of roasted two horned pigs, cheeses and blue bread, strange fruit, crusted pastries. Sungmin even thought he saw white chocolate at the far end. It was too far for him to reach, and he was too nervous to ask one of the servants to get him some. To Sungmin’s surprise, Heechul choose to sit beside him. Glancing over, he followed the man’s eyes to where he stared at the married couples feeding each other by the firelight. The brides, nervously eating in isolation, didn’t draw notice from the jovial Qurilixian couples. Sungmin picked up a silver goblet of wine, gratefully swallowing the sweet liquid the serving men had poured for him. The servants were fully clothed. Sungmin saw that the style seemed to be long hair for both sexes. The women wore dresses of flowing material. The men wore simple tunic shirts and breeches, definitely appearing of a Medieval Earth influence. “Where do you think they went off to?” Heechul asked quietly.Sungmin, surprised the man was speaking, quickly swallowed and opened his mouth to answer. He knew that the men went to prepare for the night’s events. His words were cut off by a servant who filled his half-empty goblet. “They go to make offering to the gods,” the young man answered for him. Sungmin lowered his goblet to the table when the man finished filling it. The servant topped off Heechul’s goblet, urging him to drink with a movement of his hand. The man had a thin scar across the tip of his nose. He scratched absently at it, as he answered, “They ask for blessing this night in finding a wife.”“Oh,” Heechul said. The servant again motioned for Heechul to drink and he didn so with a look of annoyance. The servant smiled and wandered off. “Are you nervous?” Sungmin asked in a hush, not touching his drink. He was too apprehensive about the size of his suitor and the wine was starting to affect his thinking. When Heechul didn’t answer, Sunmgin giggled in nervousness. “I can barely sit still. I think this drink has a lot of liquor or something in it.”Heechul still didn’t answer, only continued to drink as he helped himself to blue bread. “Hee,” Sungmin began in a hush. This was too much. He couldn’t follow that gigantic man back to his tent. It was all wrong. He didn’t fit the picture in his head. Sungmin wouldn’t know what to do with a man like him. He was too big, too warrior like. He had expected someone small--more academic in nature. He had his fill of tough guys while living under his father’s rule. Heechul quietly looked over at Sungmin’s pale face. Sungmin’s wide, blue eyes glanced around full of fear. Leaning forward, he bit his lips and whispered, “I’m scared. I think I’ve made a mistake. Do you think they would let me go back to the ship?”“What’s wrong?” Heechul asked, his eyes narrowing