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Post by Llewella Naess on Jul 17, 2014 6:36:16 GMT
She loved sitting here. The Bed Chamber had no walls or separate places aside from the bathing area. She was not allowed to sleep in her own bed chambers; and neither was he. He, her husband Airikr. Not that they would even sleep in the separate bed chambers that Llewella's parents had. Airikr and Llewella had too much passion for one another--some would say they had more passion between the sheets then any Kingdom really. And that was true.
Llewella had just been running her hands around her stomach. It had only been 3 months but she was showing. Her body was so petite that she was kind of afraid of the monster that Air could possibly make. She was singing though. A song of the Valkyrie; to her little one inside. She was excited and she knew her husband and her King would be too. She smiled through her song, how lucky she was now in Wales to have her husband but she still kept the tune living for their kin within her. Her voice was a very soft one so sometimes singing songs with a prose in it dealt her well in the end.
The Valkyrie; daughters of Odin, founder of the Einherjar to bring them to Valhalla for when Ragnarok comes. The Goddess of the Battle Grounds, who finds the souls of dead warriors. They bring them to Valhalla, the hall of the warriors who've passed. For when the end of the world is to come. The Final battle; Ragnarok.
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Post by Airikr Naess on Jul 17, 2014 7:24:03 GMT
Airikr had quietly walked into his bedchambers, a small smile teasing up the corners of his lips as he hears his wife singing. He would stand at the entrance for a moment, simply watching the back of his wife’s head and waiting for her to finish singing before he would quietly approach. Just as the last word fled her lips he would gently reach around her to press his hands against her belly, “Ragnarok is the battle that your father is going to fight in,” he would say, his voice naturally a low rumble. He would turn his head slightly to press a gentle kiss to his wife’s cheek, gently nuzzling into her after that, “And your mother is going to be the Valkyrie that brings me to him,” he would continue, a full smile gracing his lips. He had no doubt that she was one of Odin’s daughters, sent to him to see him through his life until it was time for him to enter the last battle. As he cuddled into his wife he would shift his hands to gently rub over her stomach, closing his eyes as he hums the tune to her song, imagining what it would be like to finally be able to hold his own child in his arms. Okay, so he was supposed to be this big bad monster, but not when it comes to his wife and child(ren), there isn’t a thing that he wouldn’t do for them, and he couldn’t bear to not show them the love that he felt towards them; he felt like if there was anything he could do wrong in this world it would be to deny them the affection that they deserved. Even Odin himself cared for all of his daughters.
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Post by Llewella Naess on Jul 17, 2014 7:33:58 GMT
Llewella would just say that he was the warrior in her dreams; though she was a strong woman and Queen now. When she was a Princess that had been another story. But this warrior had won her heart. And if she was the Valkyrie for his Einherjar. She would do it gladly for the Ragnarok. For her husband. She would giggle at his words. Upon his kiss, even after the few years of marriage he gave her goose bumps. They climbed down her arms from the kiss on her neck. "Well.. I would want The All-Father to hopefully give me such a high honour my husband." As he rubbed her stomach she wondered how he had crouched so low to do so. But she knew he was very agile and well built that crouching wouldn't tire him out any.
Llew never let anyone else know how much of a teddy bear her grizzly of a husband actually was. Unless he wanted to show the third party who he really was that is; but that was entirely up to him. She saw no bad intentions in his actions. "Your father is good to me and his people." She would tell her child in her belly. "So yes, I do believe he is blessed within the path of an Einherjar. Come that day in the distant future." She'd be a little wishful but you can't hate a woman in love? Can you?
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Post by Airikr Naess on Jul 18, 2014 0:24:40 GMT
He would grin upon hearing her say that she would want for Odin to give her the honor of having a husband to face the Ragnarok, “Don’t worry, he will honor you,” he would grin, maybe a little too confidently. He had never doubted that he would be gifted the honor, and he wasn’t about to start doubting it now. He would nuzzle once again into her neck before pulling away slightly; straightening because although he was rather nimble for his size it still wasn’t the most comfortable position. And besides he had something that he wanted to give her. Upon hearing her tell their child that he was good to her and their people he would close his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath; there were many that believed otherwise, but he had to admit that it felt wonderful to hear her say such a thing. Though, when she spoke about that being in the distant future he would laugh softly, “Very distant future. Not until I’ve seen you walk, and taught you how to wield an arakh,” he would assure the child within his wife’s belly. It was the truth; he refused to die until he’d watched his child grow, and he was stubborn enough not to. After a moment or two he would reach up to drag a cloak off of his shoulder that he’d slung there before draping it over his wife. It was obviously too small for him though it was made of the thickest black fur and was worked in such a way that the upper half of the muzzle, face, and ears were still intact; the wolf almost looked as if it was still snarling. He had killed a wolf awhile ago for the pelt, but had just now found the occasion to give it to her, “We’ve been invited to a wedding and tournament in Ireland,” he would grin, reaching in his pocket to withdraw the invitation that the messenger had given him in order to hand it to her.
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Post by Llewella Naess on Jul 18, 2014 5:36:07 GMT
Llewella smiled up at her husband. She knew he wasn't lying, and she hoped she passed with him in a peaceful death. Or at least if it wasn't grants peaceful. She didn't have to face the heart break of seeing this beautiful human pass in front of her or maybe not even.
Upon hearing him telling the child he would not die for many moons; until the child could walk or better yet wield an arakh she would giggle. But she knew her husband was dead serious. It was just a funny thing to say as well. When he stood up she looked up at him. And he began to take something off his shoulder she stood up as well. He draped it on her shoulders and she smiled at the wolf pelt. "Oh Airikr.. It's beautiful!" She really was the only Queen who'd think so; or so that's what was rumored. But she genuinely did love it. Upon gaining the invite on it she read the font but moreso hear her husband say what it was for. She would tilt her head and smile. Odinism didn't frown on any sexualities. "Two Irish Queens in one Kingdom. I wonder how that will work out for them." She would though go back to lovingly touching the pelt.
"I will definitely wear this for the masquerade to follow!" She'd beam happily at him. She moved and wrapped her arms as far as she could around her husband's mid-section. As that's really how short she was to him. "Thank you so much.." She really couldn't thank him enough in her life.
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Post by Airikr Naess on Jul 21, 2014 3:46:27 GMT
When she said that it was beautiful he couldn’t help but grin at her, moving to gently kiss her cheek, “I’m glad that you think so,” he would say with a nod, glad that he had done something right by her. When she spoke about how it would fair for the two Queens he would shrug slightly, “As well as a King and a Queen I would assume. Maybe even better,” he would say with a laugh, “Did you know that some people say that women are smarter than men?” he would ask, his tone playfully suggesting that it was something close to blasphemy, though after a moment he would lean in and whisper as if to share a secret with her, “One of those people is me,” he would grin, winking playfully at her before moving back a bit. Upon hearing her say that she would wear it to the masquerade he would grin, “I’m glad,” he would say, clearly pleased by her declaration. When she wrapped her arms around him he would gently rest his hands on her back, holding her gently against his chest, “You don’t need to thank me. I would do anything for you,” he would murmur honestly, “Even go to a silly wedding and masquerade and such to make you happy,” he would tease with a laugh, obviously joking.
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Post by Llewella Naess on Jul 23, 2014 2:58:39 GMT
When he kissed her cheek, Llewella gave Airikr a wide-birthed grin. When he insisted that it would be as well as a King and Queen. Assuming it better she'd let out one of her soft laughs. Going to respond when he said something else. She always had ears for his words. When he'd lean in she'd tilt her head a smile at him more-so. "Well. Possibly. Though you trump any man or woman in combat intelligence my love." She'd say with a wink of a hazel eye.
When he insisted he didn't have to thank her she would giggle as he held her close to him. His voice rumbled in his chest--well almost his belly for Llew--against her ear and made him sound even more so deeper than usual. "And I, you; Airikr." Leaning back she'd look up at his face. "Bah, it's all honorariums. But I am happy I get to go and show you off Bear." She'd giggle in a joke, partially. She really did want to show her husband off. Her beautiful, tall and muscular husband off. To Llewella, Airikr was almost flawless. Even the lords who had once tried to woo her from her husband could not persuade the Queen that her King wasn't closer to perfect then said lords.
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