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03:51 Dec 05 2016
Times Read: 364
Chapter Three (The Embrace)
“You poor little nina. You must get up at once” A voice spoke quietly from the shadows. Dazed, Rayna did not recognize the man at first; however, as he continued murmuring softly to her, she finally realized it was Moracas, the King’s advisor. Slowly, Rayna turned her turquoise eyes to finally light upon his face. Her vision was blurred, and blinking several times it began to clear; only to reveal Moracas leaning over her, his white fangs gleaming brightly in the moonlight…
Rayna awoke just as the last rays of sunlight disappeared into the night, just like the flame of a candle snuffed out by a wisp of cold breath. She sat up, noting she was in an unfamiliar bed. Throwing her legs over the side, she stood, dressed in a simple, long white gown. Her blonde hair was brushed, and gleamed palely in the candlelight that flickered throughout the bedchamber. Looking about, Rayna did not recognize the room from which she was ensconced. Curious, she went to the door, and before she could open it, the King’s advisor, Moracas walked in.
The first day of her arrival when she had wandered into the King’s area, Rayna had spied Moracas in the background. She noticed him watching her then, and whenever she happened to see him during court, he would always observe her. Strangely, she was not afraid of him; rather, more curious than anything. Curious now, she watched as he strode into the room dressed in a fine white doublet with black jerkin. Black hose worn under a black codpiece with flat black shoes completed the outfit. He made a fine impression as he was tall, muscular, and very handsome. His long auburn hair hung loosely around his shoulders this evening, not pulled back into his customary ponytail.
“Ah, mi querida, I see you have awakened. How was your slumber?” He walked about the chamber, idly touching a table, a candlestick, a chair. Rayna stood there, confused as to where she was and why he was there.
“Dormi bien supongo.” Rayna replied, finding a silk-covered chair to sit upon before her legs gave out from under her. “Why am I here Moracas? That is your name, correct?” Pausing before a large chest of drawers made of fine oak wood, Moracas nodded in response to her question regarding his name. He looked at her with his dark, piercing eyes, one hazel and one green in color. “You don’t remember then, nińa?” He replied in a soft tone of voice, studying the expression on her face. Rayna looked puzzled, and shook her head no. “Am I supposed to remember something?” She responded, even more confused. Moracas sighed, for he now knew what had to be done…
“Come here, nińa. Come to me.” Moracas said, moving to the dark, covered window. Rayna quietly got up from her chair, and obediently walked over to where he stood. She felt cold for some reason, even though a large, bright fire blazed brightly in the expansive fireplace. Her stomach felt hollow, and her head reeled with fleeing thoughts: thoughts that did not make sense…
“Watch and learn, mi estudiante ansioso.” Moracas said softly as he began to move his hands and arms. Rayna stood to the side, and almost screamed aloud as a disembodied screen formed in front of the window. She did gasp aloud, involuntarily taking a step backward as she saw herself materialize on the screen, and cried out, “What magia is this?”
“Se calma!” Moracas called out harshly, concentrating on manipulating the shadows to do his bidding. Swallowing back her fear, Rayna watched in silence as the scene from the previous night enfolded in front of her. The tears began to flow from her eyes as she witnessed Diego’s violent assault upon her person. She shook her head in despair as he left her lying broken, upon the ground. “I really did not need to see that again” She whispered softly, bowing her head in pain and embarrassment. “Ver” Moracas said in a hissing tone.
Rayna lifted her tear-stained eyes once more to the shadow screen, and saw Moracas step out of the dark to speak to her prone body. Gasping aloud, Rayna whirled around to face Moracas. “You were there?” He lifted a hand to quiet her, and she returned to watch the scene play out. Moracas slowly moved to Rayna’s body, leaning forward, revealing long, white fangs. When Rayna saw this, she almost fainted, and faltered where she stood; only stopping when Moracas helped her to regain her balance.
She watched with morbid fascination as Moracas sank his fangs deeply into her carotid artery, drinking deeply of her blood. A single red line trickled down the side of her neck as he finally stopped, licking the bloody trail and the two wounds. Rayna saw the wounds instantly close, and her eyes widened in surprise. Turning her head, she looked at Moracas expectantly.
“The saliva from a vampire has the ability to heal wounds mi querida. There is much you must learn” Rayna stopped listening when he said vampire. ‘Vampire? Is that what he is?’ She thought, sickened. “Ver this mi querida and all shall be explained.” Moracas said, his voice hypnotically appealing to Rayna’s ears. Unwillingly, Rayna turned her head back to the screen, and watched herself fall limp into Moracas’s arms. “In effect, you died nińa; however, you were reborn into a wonderful existence, one of power and manipulation.”
“I don’t want to be reborn into power and manipulation! What are you telling me?” Rayna cried, tearing her eyes from the screen. Suddenly, images filled her mind: images from the previous night. Watching herself on the screen had brought it all back to her in a rush. She had felt Moracas sink his sharp fangs into her neck; felt the burning fire course through her veins. She had closed her eyes in terror, but the vivid colors shone through, completely obscuring her vision. As her heart began to slow and then finally stop beating, Rayna had experienced both pain and ecstasy. While Moracas drank of her blood, the virus that flowed through his veins began to run rampant throughout her own body, turning her into the monster she now was. Her body felt cold and hot, and pleasurable. Never having had sex before Diego so roughly raped her, Rayna did not know what an orgasm was; however, she experienced one as she “died” in Moracas’s arms…
As if hypnotized, Rayna continued to watch herself on the ghostly screen. She saw Moracas open the vein in his left wrist with a sharp fingernail, and hold it over her mouth so the blood could flow into it. She watched as she lapped it up, and then wrapped her mouth around the wound sucking furiously. She watched as Moracas tore her mouth from his arm and push her back onto the ground. She watched as she ran her tongue around her mouth, lapping up every drop of his blood…
Her body convulsing, Rayna was brought back to the present as the orgasm shook her body violently. Crying out, she felt the wetness between her thighs, and closed her eyes in pleasure. “There, there mi querida. Wasn’t that nice?” Moracas said softly, his hands upon her body caressing it. Rayna gave in to the foreign sensations, pleasure washing over her in waves. “Wha…what just happened?”
Moracas stopped rubbing and caressing her through the thin silk gown, and moved away. “All in good time, mi querida, all in good time.” He moved his arms and hands again in front of the shadow screen, and it disappeared. Rayna, still quivering from her experience, drew in a deep breath as the screen dissolved leaving the empty dark window behind…
Rayna instinctively reached up to feel the side of her neck where Moracas had pierced the skin with his fangs. She felt nothing but smooth, cold skin, and marveled at the vampire’s healing abilities. She was curious as well as to the condition of her own teeth, and began to move toward a free-standing mirror. She felt the sharp incisors, but wanted to see them too.
A scream pierced the night, and Moracas came running to find Rayna, screaming in front of the mirror. Her reflection, as well as Moracas’s was missing from the mirror’s reflection. “Where am I? Is this another one of your tricks?” She cried, putting out both hands to touch the smooth surface of the mirror. Cool glass was felt beneath her hands, her fingers. “No trick, nińa. You will never see your reflection again, I am afraid.” Rayna looked at him, shock etched across her face…
03:31 Dec 05 2016
Times Read: 370
Chapter Two (The Court)
The sound of birds chirping outside her window woke Rayna the next morning. She lay there for a few moments, reveling in the softness of the mattress and the warmth of the thick comforter as it covered her body. ‘I guess I should get up’ She thought, lazily stretching her arms above her head. Sighing in pleasure, she opened her eyes and they immediately went to the window. Sitting on the ledge were two white doves, chirping amongst themselves. Laughing, Rayna sat up and watched them for a few moments. Suddenly, a knock was heard upon her door.
”Mistress Rayna, you are wanted in the Queen’s private chambers at once” A childish voice called through the door. Rayna hopped out of bed and dressed in a hurried fashion. “I will be right there!” She called out, quickly splashing water on her face and combing her hair. Her dress was newly made by her mother’s personal seamstress, and fit her body like a glove. She hoped the Queen would like it…
Opening the door, Rayna came face to face with a young girl, who smiled prettily up into Rayna’s face. “Dios, mío!” the girl cried out. “You are very pretty mistress. Madre will like you” Before Rayna could respond, the girl grabbed her hand and began to race off down the hallway. Struggling to keep up, Rayna followed her through twists and turns, until they finally arrived at a gold-encrusted doorway. “Don’t be nervous: Madre is very kind” The girl whispered as she slowly opened the door.
Rayna slowly followed the girl into the large chamber. The room was lavishly decorated: reclining sofas were scattered about, made of the finest Cherry and Spanish Mahogany wood. Intricate carvings were noted on the arms of the sofas, and they were covered in expensive yellow silk. Curio cabinets made of Cherry wood and pristine glass displayed rare ivory boxes, depicting scenes of famous royal hunts and court. Several of the boxes were filigreed with gold and silver, encrusted with rubies and emeralds. Paintings by Boticelli and Bellini lined the walls.
Rayna gazed around the room drinking in the sight. “Come here niña, and let me look at you” a soft melodic voice called from the middle of the room. Rayna turned toward the voice, and gasped aloud at the sight. Queen Isabella sat in a straight backed chair, several ladies in waiting combing her long reddish-gold hair. She wore a deep blue dressing gown, which molded to her figure. Even without her regal “finery,” the Queen made an impressive figure. Rayna curtsied, and then slowly walked over to stand in front of the Queen, her eyes lowered.
”Vienen niños” The Queen said softly, a small smile lighting her face. She waved away her ladies and leaned forward, placing her finger underneath Rayna’s chin. Slowly, she lifted it up, until Rayna was looking directly into the Queen’s kind blue eyes. Rayna was very intuitive, and could tell by looking into a person’s eyes whether that person was kind or not. Now, as she gazed into Isabella’s blue eyes, Rayna relaxed instantly. She knew the Queen had a kind soul, and she was immediately calmed in her presence. Smiling, Rayna spoke. “My Queen, I am thankful to be of service to you this day. I have eagerly awaited the chance to meet your los niños, and will take great care of them”
The Queen smiled softly at Rayna, and leaned back in her chair. She had been studying Rayna as Rayna gazed about the chamber. The young girl was a beauty for sure. Her long ice blonde hair hung straight down her back to her waist, a deep emerald green headband neatly placed on her head to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. The matching dress molded to her young body, and fell to just above her ankles. Her green slippers completed the outfit, and as Isabella studied her, a small smile lit up her face. She liked what she saw, and somehow knew the girl would be a good nurse maid to her children.
The Queen’s oldest child, Phillip, was soon to be eight. Maria was a year younger, and was the one who had brought Rayna to her. The baby, Joan, was only a few months old, and even now, slept peacefully in her little bassinette placed close to her mother. Isabella watched as Rayna’s eyes were drawn to the sleeping child, a peaceful, sweet look upon her face.
”That is our newest edition, niña. Little Joan, who is a quiet baby. Very little trouble at all.” The Queen said fondly, looking over at her pequeño bebé with soft eyes. “She is beautiful my Queen” Rayna said quietly, wanting to hold the baby, but not wanting to make a mistake. ‘Ah well, all in good time’ she thought, as the Queen called out to her middle child. “Maria! Come here hija” The little girl, who had been busy with a puzzle, got up promptly and ran over to her mother. “Si, Madre” she said, putting her arm around her mother’s shoulders.
“Maria, you have already met Rayna, but I want to properly introduce you mi hijo” Pulling her daughter into her lap, Isabella said to Rayna, “This is Maria of Spain Rayna.” Rayna smiled at the girl, and curtsied. “Pleased to meet you Maria” The girl giggled at Rayna’s curtsy. “You don’t have to curtsy to me Rayna!” Turning to her mother, she leaned in and whispered, “Isn’t she pretty Madre?” The Queen smiled, and nodded. “Now back to your puzzle mi amor”
Isabella stood up, standing to her full height of 5’4”. She and Rayna stood head to head. “Rayna, I have several tasks I must attend this morning, and one this afternoon. We partake of the midday meal during the 11th hour, and then lie down for a respite until around two. I shall want to see mis bebés after they awaken from their nap for a short time before attending my meeting with the King.” Isabella leaned over the bassinette to place a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead. Standing back upright, she turned to Rayna with a smile. “The main meal begins around five, and afterward los niños are to have their baths and prepare for bed. I shall come in their bedchambers to say goodnight. Do you have any questions?”
Rayna had listened intently to the Queen’s instructions, and now shook her head no. “I will not leave their side my Queen. They shall be well taken care of” The Queen nodded her head, and with one last smile, left the room with her two attendants. Rayna sighed in relief, happy the interview had gone well. “Rayna, do you like puzzles?” Maria asked inquisitively, sitting on the floor with several puzzle pieces in her hands. Rayna gave the sleeping baby one last check and walked over to the little girl. “Ah yes querida, I love puzzles. Shall I help you?” At the little girl’s nod of acceptance, Rayna was soon lost in the puzzle picture of a forest strewn with wildflowers….
The los niños had finished their midday meal, and now were quietly resting. Rayna sat on a window seat gazing out over the expansive green lawn, taking a few moments to catch her breath. The los niños had proven to be a lively trio: Rayna finally met Phillip, who was a cute child, but very serious. When Phillip first laid eyes upon Rayna, they widened and then narrowed with shyness. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with the exception of his Madre. Then, when she smiled at him, he was lost. His first crush developed instantly, and he stayed close to her all day long much to Rayna’s amusement. She took the time to talk to the little boy, and really listen. She found him to be intelligent like his sister, just a bit more reserved.
Maria, a precocious child, was extremely talkative, and barely gave Rayna a chance to speak. However, Rayna loved listening to the little girl, and was quickly growing attached to not only her but all three los niños. The bebé, Joan, was a delight. When she had awakened from her little nap, she had looked around the room curiously, not crying out loud as most bebés tend to do. When her eyes met Rayna’s she had smiled, making cooing sounds, and Rayna fell in love immediately. ‘I am so fortunate’ Rayna thought with a smile as she drank in the sight of the Queen’s roses…
The days passed quickly, as Rayna soon became adjusted to life at court. She spent the majority of her time with the los niños, and found she loved every minute of it. The Queen spent a lot of time them, and Rayna grew to love her as she did the children.
Once the children were in bed, Rayna would attend the Queen in the main parlor. Usually the King was there as well; however, often times than not, he was holed up in another room with his advisors.
The people of the court were a colorful bunch to say the least. Many of the Courtiers and Courtesans were close friends of the King and Queen, and of noble birth. The social and political life of court was intriguing; however, Rayna had little use for it.
One night while sitting with the Queen’s ladies in waiting, Rayna met Diego de Cornt. An avid observer, Rayna mainly sat back when in the main salon, observing those around her. She had noticed Diego when she first arrived: it was difficult not to notice him. He was handsome in a cruel sort of way; however, his personality was a huge turn-off. He imagined himself to be a sexual magnet: one whom women could not resist. As a matter of fact, his ego was so huge; Rayna wondered how he even fit through the door…
Tonight, Rayna sat back quietly observing as was her usual custom. She was startled when the Queen called her over. “Rayna, querida, please come here” Isabella said in her soft, melodic voice. Standing up, Rayna obediently walked over to the Queen stopping at her side. The man, Diego was standing on the Queen’s left, a smirk on his face. “Rayna, I would like to introduce you to Diego de Cornt. He is the Duke of Alba querida.” Turning to Diego, she presented Rayna. “Diego, this is Rayna deSilva, daughter of Count Manuel deSilva.” Rayna slowly lifted her eyes to look at Diego. The lust burning within his own eyes was undeniable, and Rayna shivered with disgust despite herself. He reached out to take her hand, kissing the back of it with his cold, wet lips. Nausea threatened to overcome her as his lips lingered on her hand, feeling like a piece of cold meat. She wanted to run to her bedchamber and scour her hands free of the filth… However, she curtsied instead, because she knew it was expected.
“So pleased to meet you Rayna. I have not seen you here in court before. Are you new to the intrigues?” Diego said as he finally let her hand go. Rayna surreptitiously wiped her hand on the back of her dress, thinking it would never be truly clean again… “Yes I am. I am los niños nursemaid.” Rayna wanted to flee from his presence, but knew it would be considered rude to do just that. She averted her eyes from Diego as his intent toward her was clearly displayed through his own eyes. “If it would please you, perhaps I could come to call upon you in the near future?” Diego asked, licking his thick lips suggestively.
Rayna felt bile rise up in the back of her throat, and she struggled to remain composed. “If you will excuse me, I must go and check the los niños.” Waiting for the Queen’s nod of approval, Rayna fairly ran out of the room and down the hallway until she reached her bedchamber. Slamming the door closed, she ran over to the chamber pot, the remnants of her supper spewing out of her mouth and almost filling the pot full…Rayna slowly rose from her bent over position, and washed her face and hands, scrubbing them with ferocity. Diego was positively vile, and she hoped she would not have anymore run-ins with him.
The next morning, after a fitful sleep, Rayna awoke to the sound of thunder, and rain pelting against her window. Sighing, she got out of bed and relieved herself, then washed her face and hands. She knew much of the day would be spent in conferring with the Queen regarding Phillip’s birthday tomorrow, so she readied herself and made haste to the Queen’s chambers. Entering the room, Isabella spied her and motioned for her to come over. Curtsying, Rayna said “Buenos dias Your Majesty” Isabella smiled at the girl, and clasped her hand. “Querida, I need your advice. What colors do you think we should decorate the main salon in for Phillip’s party?” The women chattered amongst themselves most of the morning preparing for a lavish affair for the almost eight year old…
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