He was the only thing she could think about, the one who was capable of making her feel such overwhelming pleasure. It was only Oberron who could make her unleash her insecurities and passion. Alynia loved him, she loved him so and she did not hesitate to voice this as her husband slammed into her with hard, quick thrusts. The friction against her walls was delicious, and he seemed to know exactly where that one spot was. It was one sweet spot that drove her wild as he slammed into it again and again.

Even though her voice was scorched and dry, she moaned for him, she whined and whimpered. Oberron's name tumbled off of her lips like a blissful mantra only further emphasizing that she was his, and his only. Alynia's hand clawed down his back, clinging onto him like her sanity depended on it, in a way it probably did.

"Oh g-god! You're incredible.." She breathed out blissfully into his ear as he slammed into her becoming steadily more frantic for his release. His mouth kissed and sucked everything it could, worshipping her smooth and flawless skin. Oberron did not relent with his strength as it felt like every thrust filled her deeper and more thoroughly than the last. Her head rolled back, the uncontrollable pleasure coursing through her veins setting fire to her senses as well as finally snapping the knot in the pit of her stomach.

A shrill scream of his name left her sore and tired throat as she climaxed for once more. Her body tensed up as her head tilted back. Alynia arched into a perfect little bridge shoving her marvelous breasts up at him. At the same him Alynia heard Oberron groan as he spilled his seed inside of her. Some of it leaked out of her, pooling onto the hard floor beneath her. Alynia's walls hugged around him tightly, milking him of his essence. Her wanton moans were cut short as his lips met hers in a lustful kiss. Thier tounges danced as her breath was literally taken away. Alynia yelped into his open lips for those last final thrusts into her core.

Alynia jerked her head away, gasping in a much needed breath of oxygen. Oberron was still sheathed inside of her, causing the tremors that courses through her as an aftermath practicall unbearable to her sensitive form. Her chest heaved, her arms loped weakly around Oberron's neck. Alynia's eyes blinked open meeting his magnificent violet hues and she couldn't help but smile softly in return to his grin. She turned her head slightly upward peering at the constantly clicking camera before squeaking in embarressment and burying her face into Oberron's shoulder.

Even though her embarressment was completely real (she could not believe the entire thing had been captured film!) Oberron's words reminded her that her role was not over yet. "I-I've learned much more than just my lesson, sir.." She gasped out between breaths. Her expression was soft as she realized he was giving her a choice. Alynia wanted to, of course she did but she needed to consider her stamina. But whether or not she truly needed another lesson, that was for her professor to decide. Besides, how could she deny him if he wanted to take her again?

Alynia looked back up at Tommy again, feeling a bit sorry he was the only one that missed out. It was odd, she knew it was an illusion but the boy just seemed so life like. She looked back up at Oberron with a shy expression. "W-what are you going to do with those?" She asked timidly referring to he many photographs of her exposed form writhing in agonizing euphoria. "Oh please tell me you're going to delete them.." Alynia pleaded softly though she doubted this would be the case.

“Hm, good question.” Oberron pretended to think for a moment then he gazed down at her, that familiar grin touching his lips as he gazed down upon her. “Perhaps I'll have them enlarged and plastered about the castle as portraits.”

He regarded the mortified look that he knew that this was going to generate and chuckled a little shaking his head a little in the process. “No, no, you won't have to worry about that. The pictures are mere illusions.” He considered how to explain.

“I suppose it is like a camera. Pretty much it captures images of the illusion and you of course. They only exist while I concentrate on them of course. When I stop concentrating on it ends.” He leaned down kissing her lips again.

“You do realize though that if their was no enchantment to nullify sound from this room that everyone in this section of the castle would have been aware of what you were doing. Not that they can't figure out what we get ourselves up to in out spare time.” Oberron teased a little.

She was still full of him, still wrapped around him and he considered her leason and even pondered her eyes flicking to Tommy for a moment. He had assumed that she was more concerned with the captured images then the student though his wife surprised him today by enduring this.

“Sublime as always my dear.” Oberron smiled at her. He then sent his eyes to Tommy then her again as he considered for a moment. Was the leason over or was it just beginning? “Thank you.”

He kissed her again realizing that she would not have relented to that just anytime though he brought his hand up, smiled at her then snapped his fingers. Gone was the camera, gone was Tommy and the glass room even. Gone where her clothes though she was upright down shackled at the rights that pinned her hands to the walls.

Oberron was fullly dressed and near his queen, inspecting her with those violet eyes of his. He studied the swell of her breasts, the curve of her body then reached out to her breast rubbing his hand over one of her orbs, his thumb twisting back to enguld a nipple.

“This, Alynia,” and here he gestured about him, “is part of the dungeons now. I transported us her and while there are some prisoners you can still be as loud as possible and still have that anomunity so to speak.

“But perhaps you still need one or two leasons. Then again ...” Oberron considered for a moment as he looked at his wife chained to the wall. “You've gone through a lot today, and did well. I would not be offended if you wanted to take a walk out in the glade … it is called a glade right … I just wanted to show you our future play room.

“Not much to look at though I've made some modifications to it, such as this,” he touched a section of the wall that swiveled revealing chains, whips and various other impliments behind it. “There are other such panels strewn about the chamber.” He grinned at her. “Oh, and those chains are adamant so breaking them isn't possible.

“I heard about that little room where Gersham could enter and exit freely and thought that there were a few ideas there. In this room for instance the magic of non fey is diminished, while the magic of actual fey have their effective magic increased ...”

Alynia's eyes widened in horror for a split second, but then realized he was joking... Or atleast she really really really hoped he was joking. Her expression then relaxed a bit as he explained that the photographs, like the rest of the room, were illusions. She let out a drawn out sigh of relief. "You're so mean to me." Alynia muttered with a pout as she gave into his kiss.

Her face blushed a brilliant red as Oberron teased her about her volume. "I-I can't help it!" She whined. "Besides, it's what you're doing that makes me that loud..." She muttered turning her head away from him thoroughly ebashed. Indeed, Alynia was extremely happy that the room they had been in was sound proof. She wondered had she not known of this fact, would she had tried harder to contain herself? Or would the result have been the same with her loosing both her control and inhibitions? Alynia shuddered at be thought nervously pulling Oberrron just a bit closer.

"You were fantastic yourself..." Alynia admitted still embarressed from his original teasing but she couldn't help but laugh. "And still, after all this time, you thank me every time." She giggled shaking her head. Alynia sighed, her arms drawing him down so she could kiss him again.

Her eyes fluttered open as she heard him snap his fingers. Catching the last second of the room disappearing, she suddenly found herself in a dark, cool room shackled and hung upside down in a way that made her feel quite light headed. Her eyes blinked madly trying to adjust to the dim lighting of the few torches along the walls of the rooms. Her husband was watching her with an intense glare that made her whimper and wish that she had the ability to cover her naked body. It took a bit, but gradually she realized that they were in he castle dungeons.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Oberron began to stroke her breast and twirl her nipple. "C-can't you just make it sound proof instead?" Alynia asked with difficulty not very keen on the idea of even the few prisoners hearing her obvious cries of pleasure. In the back of her mind she suspected that Oberron enjoyed how easily flustered she was, especially since this was a trait that wasn't too commonly found among Fey. "You just like watching me squirm." She accused with a pout.

Alynia watched with interest as her husband activated a panel in the wall revealing an assorted supply of bondage, whips, and mean looking toys. She shivered fearfully at the sight, but she was intrigued and curious at what other surprises he had hidden around this room.

She paused, really thinking about it, but sighed. "As long as you're alright with it, I don't think I have the strength to comply with what you have in mind." She admitted her eyes flicking to the rack of implements suppressing a light groan. "I haven't learned all my lessons yet, but for could you let me up? And we can spend a bit more time together before I have to leave."

Her expression was a bit more serious as her husband mentioned the black prince. "Clever." She remarked, "but you know I don't like mentioning Gersham..." Alynia muttered sadly as she shivered at the horrible memories the prince had embedded within her. It was a sensitive subject to her, even after all this time. It had taken forever for her to come to terms with what had happened, and she just didn't like to be reminded of it. A sigh left her lips. "Never mind, don't worry about it.." She muttered. Alynia looked back at Oberron with a brighter expression. "Why don't you dress me again, with something I can walk around the castle in" she put emphasis on the second part. "And then we can have some lunch outdoors?" She suggested thoughtfully.

“You make it so easy.” He grinned at her, “besides if not too mean. If I were then I would do eactly that without any concern. I have not … yet ….” he grinned at those words as he peered down at her prone body.

He loved the way that the simplest comments could make her blush. She looked away, offering up her ecuses though really it had not mattered as he was drawn closer, his lips pressing down against her own as she held him closer to her.

“Well, I am glad that that is the case. I rather enjoy making you let loose like that!” he smiled at her again, that same glint in his eyes as they were chest to chest now. Her body caged around him as they spoke in this moment, his member still lodged inside her very core as they spoke to one another.

When they had been in the dungeons he considered her comment for a moment as he gazed at her. Yes, it was so easy to fluster her though this time he had not been trying to do so he had honestly not considered the option for the little play room though he had not had long to figure it out.

“Oh, I could. It is an easy enough incantation it's just making the effects permanent on an area that takes time. I suppose I would have the time to do it while you are away but what would my motivation be for that, hm? What could I get in return for doing so? I know, submit to me fully for an evening say from dusk to dawn and it will be done before we use this room.

“Oh, and the lights are fairly new too. The cells don't have torch light as you recall but if the chamber were totally dark then what fun would that be? I wouldn't be able to see your reactions clearly. Delicious.”

Oberron was always thinking and while he had no problems making a few consessions he was aware of the fact that she wanted these things more than he and if she wanted them then she would have to pay for them one way or another. Of course it was a point of pride for him to make her enjoy these matters too.

“Yes, guilty as charged. I cannot help but fluster you from time to time. I could be worse if you'd like, I figured that you wouldn't enjoy that as much. In moderation I think I can get away with it. And besides so far I have not been too bad about matters. I could be worse, I could do these things. Maybe I will do some of them in time my queen but for now you are not ready for most of them. Maybe in a few decades or centuries but you think too much like a human right now, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. It does make it far easier to fluster you though.”

He chuckled a little at that comment, then brought his gaze back to her body. His eyes swarming over her body and what a splendid one that it was. He began thinking of some of the comments that he made to her in the past though and pondering those that he could soon use.

Of course, he had forgotten that he had not scrubbed her memory of that ordeal only to strength her the next time around, only so she could draw upon that memory to assist her through such a time should she find herself in similar straights. He glanced away for a brief second then returned his gaze to her, nodding.

“Of course.”

He pondered for a moment. “Do I have too? I like seeing you like this. So helpless and at my mercy.” His hand rubbed against her breast again as he gazed down at her, sighing as if he did not particularly like that suggestion though it was all but an act as he snapped his fingers again and they were in his wooded illusionary sanctuary in the tower.

She was clothed now in a white and blue number complete with blue ribbons in her hair. Her shoes were also blue, the ones that Oswald had given her some time back.

“I suppose that will do … better?” Oberron pouted a little, then smirked to show he was not offended. He stepped in closer to her, his lips touching her own though as they broke away he had a question for her.

“Here? The gardens? The forest?” He took her hands in his and for the first time she noticed that his attire had changed, well changed from what it had been in the illusion anyway. Now his clothes were green instead of a customary silver, silver stood out too much in the forest and he did not want to stick out should they actual go into that forest again, not that he minded of course, he never would but he would be better prepared.

She blinked innocently, peering up at his with a curious expression at his proposal. Dusk to dawn was quite some time, currently she wasn't so sure she was going to be able to handle so much down here. But of course if she truly needed it there was always the safe word was always a last resort. Alynia had no been driven so far in which she really needed the word quite yet, even though Oberron at times was unmistakeably rough with her, it seems he always tried to ease her into it.

"Submit fully?" She mused trembling at the idea. His words alone made her excited and the fact that he would sound proof the room was an added bonus. "Alright." Alynia agreed knowing that her husband would one day use this against her. There were butterflies in her stomach as she could only imagine what he would think of. "If that's what it'll take." she added in a shy voice as if making excuses, pretending that she would want it any other way.

She blushed at the comments of the lights and couldn't help but agree knowing that she liked watching him too. But still she knew that many couple preferred to be covered by dark. Alynia didn't make she contact as she said it, but she muttered "Let's do it in the dark sometime.. too.." She even flushed at her own suggestion, but she gave her husband a sheepish smile. Even she had something's she wanted to experiment with, though nearly not as much as Oberron.

The way he was looking at he made her slightly nervous, what was he planning? Of all the threats he had given her in the past, here was a chance to enact upon atleast one of them. Her eyes wandered nervously thinking twice about giving into him, but alas she had already agreed. Alynia knew how serious the Fey were about their promises and accords.

A soft mewl ran from her lips as he made notion to how vulnerable she was hanging there naked for him. His hand gently massaged her breast. For a moment she was worried, unsure if he meant to have his way one last time cause she didn't think her body would be able to handle it. But to her relief Oberron snapped his fingers bringing them up to their wooded bedroom tower.

Alynia stood on wobbly legs, she grabbed onto Oberron for support. She had not realized how exhausted her body really was as he legs were actually sore from such merciless treatment. As Alynia slowly regained her sense of balance, she looked down at her new attire. "Very pretty." She remarked turning this way and that to observe the dress before looking back up at her husband. She rolled her eyes at his playful disappointment but Alynia returned his kiss with gratitude.

Alnia gave him an approving nod at the green clothes as they broke away from an innocent kiss. But she thought on his question. "How are the gardens?" She suggested. She was thinking how she wanted to be outside, but at the same time easily found since she did not yet know when she was actually leaving. She closed her eyes for a brief moment of concentration, and after a minute or so a pleasant picnic basket appears a few feet away. Alynia bent over to pick it up and then looked back at Oberron with a bright smile. Looping the basket in one arm and grasping Oberrons hand with her free one she led him to the door. "To the gardens." She repeated with a cheeky grin.

Oberron watched as indecision flickered in her mind. He knew that she was considering in, and while he could have cheated by bringinging her to Avalon where it was never night there was never a dusk in which to begin either so that wouldn't work out so well unless he brought her there after dusk started of course. But he was not going to blatantly cheat her. Some fey were known for twisting words but Oberron tended not to do so as much. Quite frankly he was a king and as king there had been little need to do so. Still, it was a tempting possibilty.

He nodded when she repeated the terms, he studying her in that moment as she considered the possibilites before agreeing, probably searching for other angels that he was likely to approach things with. By now she realized that things were often so clear cut with him. He didn't cheat per sae but did cheap things at times to score a victory, of course thus far she didn't mind when he won of course and quite frankly their games seemed to be a minor formality.

But she agreed and he nodded with a smile on his features. “Splendid. It will be done.” And it would, for he said it would. Fey were trustyworthy once they made an agrement after all.

“The dark?” Oberron considered for a long moment, longer than he had with other prospects so she realized he had to be considering something. Had she spoken of some fey taboo? The request seemed simple enough and a simple yes or no could have sufficed if she had so what was the hold up?

“Alright. When you return from your trip.” He answered after some thought. He seemed to be considering something and for a second it had occurred to Alynia that it might have been as simple as her husband being afraid of the dark. Oberron, afraid of something? She had not seen it though he displayed a degree of caution when dealing with dangerous things that was the act of a sane person not one who was afraid.

But that was not it as he moved on. “Very well, but first I shall show you my true form … then the darkness may help to make things easier for you. You ...” he paused and considered. “You may not like it, though I should have shown you years ago I was selfish and did not wish for you to leave because of it.”

He had noted her worried looke and had wondered what she was thinking about before he whisked her away to his sanctuary. He liked it here of course, not the best of illusions but he enoyed the peace of mind that he enjoyed here amongst this illusion.

Oberron watched as she hecked out the dress and even rolled her eyes in response to his words though there was no fooling him. Had she been capable he entertained no doubt that she would have been up for more. She had a complex that she endured where she wanted to please him which he found cute so if it were in her power …. yes, when she got back he would have to have something prepared, something special that didn't involve the gungeon yet. No, it was enjoy that she knew about it, knew that she had agreed to his ters and woud use them one day He wasn't sure if he was going to tease her with this knowledge or just hit her with it one day a month down the road to go to the dungeons. He had a few days to ponder it and would probably go with the later just as she's about to forget about things or feel that it was safe and maybe even consider that he forgot about it … fat chance of that happening considering that he wanted this.

“The gardens are pleasant.” He considered. “Well, they did not ave Mezzo in mind, I believe the word you use is allergic to the flowers there but unless you happen to be a goblin with an over sensitive nose than the gardens are fine.

Wen she had repeated te word to him he patted her hand and nodded. Her lips were still tingling against his but that was quiet alright. “Yes, the gardens.” He agreed.

Alynia tilted her head at him curiously as it seemed he hesitated while mentioning the dark. It was odd, she had really meant it as a casual suggestion, the idea of his hands running over her and having no way of knowing what he was to do with her next immensely exciting... Yes she considered the idea that her husband feared the dark, though the more she thought about it the less likely it seemed. Oberron didn't seem to be afraid of well... anything! Such a interesting thought she entertained herself with.

But it seemed this wasn't the case. She placed her hand gently on his arm looking earnestly up into his piercing violet eyes. It was very difficult to imagine that they could belong to any other being besides this form of her beloved king. "Only if you're comfortable with it too." She reassured softly. "Yes, of course I want to know what your true form is, but not if you are still afraid you'll loose me." She sighed leaning into him, kissing him gently on the lips. "Whether I like you appearance or not doesn't matter to me. As long as your the same man underneath." Alynia prodded him playfully in his chest with a loving smile. "As long as you are still Oberron, then it will not take much for me to love you." She concluded with a defiant expression, very firm on her belief that no matter what her king actually was he had already made her fall in love, and such a feat was not to be so easily changed.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly though, despite her words she couldn't help feel a bit worried. Especially if Oberron was truly so concerned with his true image and its effect on her. What form could possibly be hidden behind the handsome loving face of her husband? Certainly it couldn't be so horrible as he claimed... But Alynia also recalled that not even Titania had seen Oberron's real identity. Alynia shuddered slightly but she clutched herself closer to the king. "I could never imagine leaving you." She muttered quietly with a slight shame of her head.

With a reassuring kiss, they were transported to thier meadow of a bedroom. As she twirled a bit enjoying the light flowy material of the dress, she noticed Oberron watching her. It was never a good idea to ask what was running through his mind. This was something Alynia learned with experience, but she was so curious of the workings in his brain.

His wife blushed under his gaze. "Are you really thinking about what you're going to do to me already?" She asked with disbelief having a good idea of the basis of his thoughts. She groaned, "I have a feeling that being yours for an entire night might come with some serious consequences. Though I would think its probably too late to back out now." Alynia remarked playfully having no intention to do such in the first place. She didn't know what he was thinking, but just having that feeling that he was already planning sent shivers of anticipation up her spine.

"Well from what I know, you are not a goblin nor oversensotive to flowers so what are we waiting for then?" She asked happily, tugging on his hand. She led him down the spiral staircase of the tower, and out the front entrance bowing her head slightly at various servants and guards that saw them pass. Alynia had to keep reminding herself that while they were fooling around in the ready room, no one could hear any of their erotic noises.

It was a relief as they finally reached the castle gardens, a beautiful sight it really was. Freshly kept grass lawn right on the edge of the forest. Various bushes and hedges of scented flowers, vines, and rows and rows of fresh gardens Alynia could only assume we're there for the servants and chefs to use. It was beautiful, and the pleasant scent of fresh grass and roses lingered in the air. The afternoon was bright and sunny, not a single cloud in the fresh blue sky.

"Here." Alynia declared suddenly, conjuring up a soft picnic blanket that smoothened itself over the grass near a line of rose and carnation bushes. The colors of the day were absolutely wonderful, the blue of the sky, the assorted rainbow of the floral life around them, and the lively green of the plants and grass. Alynia didn't think there was a better spot for a picnic as she sat down delicately onto the laid out blanket and patted the spot next to her, looking up at Oberron with a cute grin.

She the opened the picnic basket with a curious manner, as of she really hadnt know what would be in it. "Sandwiches, fruit salad..." Alynia mused setting things down on the blanket before them. "Oh, and cupcakes!" She announced holding up a small tray of cakes with a familiar childlike glee.

While conjuring up the basket, Alynia had failed to give much thought of what was to be inside. She was hungry, a so what she had brought out was truly just what she wanted to eat at that time without her even knowing it. It was all just food from the kitchen anyway. "Is this alright?" She asked Oberron. It really was nothing fancy. Alynia's eyes then wandered to the cupcakes with a torn expression. Even though she knew they should probably be saved for last, she couldn't resist reaching for one and taking a dainty bite of the sweet dessert.

Fear was one thing that he didn't show if he actually felt it at all. Concern maybe. Anger. Joy. But fear was something that she could not remember seeing from him at all so if he were afraid of anything then he did well not to show it. He thought about the matter though, even though she had meant the comment as casual he gave it some thought, real thought.

He nodded, returning her smile with a thin one of his own and while it was just a hunch she realized that she was seeing fear now, fear of loosing her. He seemed uncertain about matters but it had been long enough that she was entitled to see, but entitled to know the truth. Something he considered but her smile was reassuring. Yes, she was not fey he had to remind himself, and such politics wouldn't rrouble her as much he debated.

She would be shocked of course but he began to doubt that what he had to say, what he had to show, would be so damning. He smiled at her then, his moood lightening at that thought. “Oh, the same Oberron that you know, at least now, then there may not have been all too much ...” he shook a hand in front of him to dismiss such thoughts for now.

“Later.”

Then as she moved to reassure him further, as she folded into his side he gazed at her. “Promise?” And while she was not a fey, while she was not trapped by given her word she knew enough by now to realize how serious they were when it came to keeping their word.

But he had been noticed watching her and it was surprising that she asked what was on his mind. He grinned. “For once no … well sort of. I was thinking about my true form some then how best to go by this arrangement. Do I constantly bring it up and tease you with it or do I simply wait to the point that you think your in the clear and bring it up then a year or two or even longer down the line?

“Decisions, decisions.” He grinned at her then. “So I have options to think over while you are gone. Conversely I could just under take things the moment you are back of course.

But as the gardens were decided on he could see a certain light in her eyes as she pulled him along. Flowers he could deal with, salt, well, that was a distraction only if spilled and he doubted that would be an issue.

“You know,” then he whispered as she pulled him along so only she could hear. “I just might be a goblin.”

Doubtful that that would be so shocking as she got use to Mezzo being around so she knew that he was teasing her to some degree about it. He was too casual about that to take him seriously though.

Oberron soon found himself in the garden. He gazed up at the blue sky. “Going to rain,” but there wasn't a cloud in the sky and as she laid out the blanket for them he gazed back at her. Apparently she had missed something or didn't understand as she patted the space beside her for him. He obliged her and sat though he looked at her.

“Travel conditions will be bad, you'll have to delay departure until tomorrow.”

He grinne then watched as she pulled out food from the basket.

“This is fine. Besides, it is not the food it is the company.” He looked away and watched the clear sky for a moment then back at her.

There was no sense dreading the inevitable over the net few days. “Tonight. I shall show you tonight. After all your trip will be delayed.”

Alynia paused. She stopped looking up at him, really looking up at him. Her gaze bore into his purple eyes, eyes which she loved so much when they were watching her, eyes of such magnificent color. He could tell that she was nervous, also a bit concerned. But she let out a breath, “I promise.” She assured with a soft reassuring expression completely aware how serious these words were for those of the Fey.

She was thinking about it all the way from the castle to the gardens. Alynia was scared as well as curious. Oberron seemed to have really been worried. He had hid this true form of his from her for quite some time as well. Could he really be anything else other than the king he appeared to be? She couldn’t help it. Doubt swam in her mind, until she reminded herself of all the kindness and gentleness he had already showed her. “Of all things, it would be rather unlikely for you to be a goblin.” She pointed out. “Your magic abilities are too strong. I think I would at least know that after experiencing your illusions first hand.” Alynia reminded him shyly. Yes, she would love him no matter what the form even if his true form took time to get used to.

Her hand squeezed his a bit tighter still concerned for her husband. The last thing Alynia wanted him to think was that she would ever leave him. Oberron had looked after her, and loved her all these years. The last him he deserved was uncertainty in this matter. “You know I love you right?” she muttered softly. “So please, don’t worry about it anymore.” Alynia comforted as he sat down besides her.

Her eyes followed his gaze up to the flawless blue sky. “Rain?” she wondered with disbelief. “I like rain. I like rain very much. The air feels so fresh when it’s raining.” She sighed romantically. “But there isn’t a cloud in sight. There should at least be enough time for lunch.” She said after a moment of thought deciding it would be best to trust Oberron on concerns of weather. It was honestly a bit strange, she hadn’t seen rain for quite some time. In Avalon it seldom was any other weather save for perfect spring and summer days, and after spending years in that realm it was strange to be reminded that other forms of weather existed.

“Are you just saying that so I stay an extra day?” She teased with a playful pout. “Not that I mind of course.” She giggled as she finished her the small cake she had been nibbling on. It was very sweet and creamy, with a hint of strawberry. Alynia blinked as she licked her fingers of the frosting that had gotten on them. “Your true form, tonight?” she stated amazed. She wasn’t sure if she was entirely ready after all, but it was an opportune time since if she was going to be away she would have some time to accept and take it in.

“Alright.” She said a bit surprised too. “Then tonight, no hesitating. No holding back. It’s alright by me if it’s alright by you.” Alynia whispered leaning in to kiss him again. Her mouth tasted like sweet like the frosting from the cupcake. She gave him a comforting smile before she closed her eyes again conjuring up a bottle of wine as well as goblets. Lifting up the bottle she stared at the label as if deciphering it. “Pixie made.” She stated with a particular expression. “Should be safe enough to have a few drinks around this time. Would you like some?” Alynia mused offering him up a goblet.

Oberron caught her gaze of course. He seemed to track everything that was going through her head and while she was not a fey it was rather pleasant to hear those words uttered from her lips. She knew how seriously he took promises and thus he knew she would not enter into one without a good deal of consideration, and if she really meant it even if it were just at the time.

He smiled at her, happy for that consession that eased his mind more than a bit.

He considered for a moment before his gaze flickered back to her. “Yes I suppose a goblin would be unlikely they can be taught magic but few bother to learn or have the patience, not to mention the smarts for it.

“For eample, Mezzo is fairly bright as far as goblins go yet he would only be considered of average intellect and might only pick up a trick or two. So it would take an exceptional goblin, like Zog to learn more than the parlor tricks of an adept, witch doctor or shaman.

“Perhaps a Red Cap then?” He gazed at her, saw the disbelieving look in her eyes. Yeah, his personality was wrong for the typical Red Cap and they weren't too great as far as illusions went. “Alright, probably not.

“Oh, I know … a dragon! A polymorphed dragon. The smarter ones get infused in magic as they age, well come of them do anyway.” While he was teasing her it was clear that he was gauging her reactions to these theories too in order to gauge what her response was likely going to be.

He paused for a moment. “My Greek Mythology is fairly good,” he said to her, “in fact most of the creatures in them exist here in some form. I could be like Zeus … there was a woman that wanted to see his true form and Zeus had granted her one request which she used to see it. It, well, it did not go well. I guess I'm not like Zeus either otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned seeing my form in the first place unless I wanted,” he searched for the human word and found it. “A divorce or a permanent nature, which I am not going to do.”

He noddd at her words. “Of course I do, and I love you as well but I will try not to let it bother me too much.”

“Oh, yes, rain. Look.” He pointed at a spot for her to focus on though there was nothing there, not a first anyway. “Perhaps I do want to keeep you around for a bit.” It was small as it was so distant as he generated a dark storm cloud. He gazed at her with a smile then touched her chin with a hand turning her head to better face him.

“Oberron of Storms,” he grinned. He really didn't want her to leave today it seemed though the cloud he generated was quite a ways off so they'd have time to enjoy themselves.

“No holding back,” he looked at the wine as she studied it then shook his head. “Close, look again.”

He had her look at the label again, closer, pleased that she had come a long ways but she still made the occassional mistaken from time to time, but in this case it wasn't far off given how similar the scribts were in the fey dialect it was a honest mistake.

But he did not tell her the answer, nor give her a clue but rather let her work it out for herself as it was the only way that she was going to learn. The word of course was nixie, cousins of the pixies and water dwelling sprites. He honestly never had their wines and figured it was quiete rare since grapes didn't grow underwater so he figured that grapes were harvested near a river bank.

He waited for her to draw the conclusion and would help her if asked but he wasn't volunteering his services.

She nodded thoughtfully, "Then I am pretty confident I can rule out that you are any sort of goblin." Alynia paused "Where has Mezzo gone anyway? Will he be allowed to stay in the castle again?" She asked thinking about the blue skinned goblin who had taken a strong almost child like affection toward her. Though at first she had been taken back by Mezzo, he had grown on her.

She gave him a smile of disbelief. If she remembered correctly , Red caps were typically violent, murdorous creatures that thrived off of blood shed. One look at Oberron's character one would know that could never be the case. "If you're really red cap then I'm a lephrechan." Alynia declared shaking her head with a laugh. This was getting kind of fun. Even though she was positive she was 100% human, she entertained herself for a moment wondering what would she be if she had any sort of real form.

"Come on now, your getting ridiculous." She said rolling her eyes at the thought of Oberron actually being a dragon, but then she mused over it a bit. "Hm.. Actually I could kind of see that you know. Powerful, strong.." She remarked thoughtfully with the intent of stroking his ego. "But hot headed and won't take no for an answer. But don't worry, I like that about you." She hastily added with a playful grin.

With her fingers, she began to casually pick out the strawberries and blueberries from the fruit salad as she listened to Oberron mention Greek mythology. Such a serious topic before hand, Alynia now enjoyed playful assumptions about it. "Are you trying to tell me your a god?" She rolled her eyes laughing happily. "Okay, maybe that's a possibility, but I would hope you do not wish to kill me upon seeing you." Alynia leaned affectionately against Oberron's arm, while she munched on fresh fruit. "Perhaps a more minor god then. One I can look at without frying to death." She suggested. "Apollo, Hermes?" She thought about each option and shook her head.

Alynia turned her upward to look toward where her husband motioned, squinting trying to see what was there. And then as if out no where, a storm cloud began to form. She pouted as he lifted her chin so she faced him. "Nope, it doesn't appear I will be leaving until the king is through with me for tonight." Alynia stated pressing foward seeking his lips. They kissed briefly, and as they pulled away Alynia smiled softly. It comforted her to know that Oberron simply liked her to be around.

Alynia looked more closely at the wine bottle as Oberron told her to. "Trixie.. Lixie... Mixie..." She muttered under her breath tryin to sound it out. She was positive she had read the last half of the maker's brand correctly. "Nixie?" Alynia said outloud in a rather confused tone. How nixies were capable of making wine was beyond her.

She looked at Oberron for whether or not she was correct, and she gave a toothy smile as Alynia learned that she was. "Then would you like some nixie made wine? I can't really imagine what this would taste like..." Alynia poured herself a small amount of the drink and raised it up slightly in a small toast before raising it to her lips. It was an odd taste, at first an intensely earthy flavor that was actually a bit savory. Alynia wasn't even aware that such taste could come from wine at all. But as she took another sip, rolling the drink around in her mouth she recognized more and more of a sweet flavor. "It's interesting.." Alynia remarked drinking again trying to decipher the blend of flavors. Alynia took another bite of a plump red strawberry hoping to enhance the sweetness of the wine with not too much success.

“Mezzo went back to the forest as faras I can tell. He was not allowed to stay on Puck's orders but Puck is no longer in charage her so once scouts find him they will offer him the opportunity to return here if he so is interested of course.:

“But your fight you can rule out goblin … Red Cap too. … leprachaun fits better. I have the mischief side down and they are verse in illlusions but there is little reason for you to fear the form of a lepreachaun if that were the case,” He smiled as he considered matters. If she were a fey he woul probably go with a nixie or sprite, no sprites had a good sense of humor and nixies were at least somewhat serious. He did consider the matter briefly though as he considered the matter..

“Yeah, I guess I am … but you get the idea,” Oberron added. He smiled a little as the options of a dragon had been considered. That as a true form might be somewhat disconcerning seeing that there would be an association with Cinder but probably wouldn't be enough on it's own to drive r away,

He had been quiet at first as she entertained thoughts of him being a deity. He was not laughing though and let her finish. “Maybe ...” he grinned then let it pass. “A minor one perhaps, I am still mortal if I am kill but that is very unlikely aned you probably realize that my true form is not lethal in and of itself other wise I would not have even considered it as an option.

“But neither of those two at least. Apollo is a sun god, an archer and healer. He is also big with music too. Traits I have not really shared. And Hermes is a thief and messenger of the gods so he tends to be rather busy. We wouldn't have so much time together if that were the case ...”

He mused over the idea though he gave this some decent semi serious thought as he answered,

But as he directed her gaze he grinned. Yes, he had no intntions on letting her leave just yet. He had changed his mind as to when he was going to reveal things to her and did not wish to dwell on that matter, worry about things for days though afterwards she would be gone for a little while it was a test too since she was solely in chage of when the assignment was conplete an could then figure out if she wished to rush back or have a little more time to think things through.

But he turned his attention back to the wine as she struggle with the word. “Yes, nixie,” he confirmed. The script between the n and the p are very similar in th fey dialect. I am not familiar with the taste it has been some time since I had it and don;t quite remember is so yes, I'll try some.”

And so he had, sampling the wine, condidering it's taste after washing it over his tongue. He took another sip as he sampled it again and considered it's taste. “it's alright, but there are other wines I prefer more than the nixie blend. Oh, yes, now I remember it. Nixie wines bestow under water breathing and that's when I had some when I had to move underwater once via stealth. I couldn't risk invisibility, the feral tribe of ogres had preety good senses of smell almost Mezzo good so sneaking uop on them via invisibility wasn't much of an option.

“I had only just become king then,” he considered for a moment about the wine. He wondered why it was in stock at the castle though. I was a reare find. A gift perhaps from the nixies for he coul not consider any water engegements coming up that he had been aware of.

Alynia had noticed he was rather thoughtful on the idea of being a god. She raised her eyebrows suspiciously. Was he really suggesting that he was not only a king... But a god? She was quiet for a moment musing over the idea. Half of it excited her, half of it terrified her. She had met some amazing people during her stay on Avalon for she discovered that Oberron had a fair amount of connections with a good number of well known figures, but she will had never met any kind of deity.

"I guess I wouldn't be surprised about that either. Of course depending on what god." Alynia concluded trying to push the idea off to the back of her mind. She couldn't help but be naturally curious, but she was more than patient enough to wait until later. "But for now, let me enjoy you as you are fey. You have been fey for as long as I've known you so for now let me keep imagining that this is your real form. If I keep on guessing and if you never tell me, I'm going to burst with curiosity!" She exclaimed a bit frustrated but with a light hearted smile.

There was a pause, and the suddenly again her lips pressed against his in a quick, unexpected kiss. Alynia giggled. "I saw you worrying again." She pouted, "Stop thinking about it now. If you have to, then worry it about it later tonight."

Gradually, as the taste settled, Alynia decided that he wine wasn't all so bad. But here eyes blinked with disbelief, "Breathing underwater!" She exclaimed after a hasty swallow. "That's incriedible!" Alynia blinked simple amazed at the teal glass bottle. Though by now she should have realized, anything is possible, the idea excited her. Absolutely everyone had always wanted to breathe underwater atleast once in their lifetime.

"Then it must have been a long time ago since you've last had this drink." She muttered wondering if she dared to consume anymore alchohol. Alynia had never truly known how old Oberron was nor did she really bother to ask. She knew he was much much older than years she could even imagine. "How long have you been king?" She wondered outloud. "If you don't mind me asking." Even though she had told him she would stop concerning about it, knowing how long Oberron had really been on the throne allowed her to roughly stem the lifespan of what he really could be.

Of course, this could also be a completely good piece of information. From what Alynia knew, it was quite obvious her husband was a special case. Thinking the entire thing through made her head spin, or maybe it was the wine.

Alynia didnt think she was feeling tipsy, she has assumed the alchohol content was understandibly a bit watered down. She wasnt so sure if she should drink anymore, it didn't take much for her to realize this was a rare beverage. Perhaps it was only meant to be drank when they were actually suppose to breathe underwater.

Alynia looked at her husband, who had barely eaten and offered him a strawberry tilting her head expectedly. "Not hungry?" She asked cutely. "If you want we can take a walk. See how the forest is regenerating." Alynia offered with a optimistic grin. "And perhaps we can also find Oswald to ask him about my upcoming mission ourselves, even if its to be delayed."

He had been thoughtful indeed with the issue of being a deity though she had not met any other deities thus far. Maybe he wasn't one himself but rather close to being one himself so it was unknown as to what he might have been, could he deem himself in that category?

“Of course, but I will tell you before the day is out. It's just getting there that maybe the problem ...”

He glanced back toward the blue sky, smiled a little then let his eyes linger on the distant storm cloud. It was so much easier to create with the Orb of Storms, so much though he had not had access to that artifact. Still, he could do it to lesser effect than he could if he still had the artifact in his possession but he could still generate small storms.

“I will try,” of course shutting that part of his mind off was difficult but he would attempt it for her sake.

Oberron glanced at her, nodding as he did so. “Yes, it does have it's uses. But nixies being aquatic creatures tend to deal a lot with breathing under the waves so to speak … well I guess few live in the ocean but in lakes anr rivers, bodies of fresh water for the most part.

“But they make wines and other items that allow for people to breath water and visit their homes. I haven't been to one in some time. Their almost as playful as pixies but that's a given seeing how they are related to them and for all practical purpose you would probably see little difference in the two species save for pixies have a habit of going invisible and using bows. Nixies don't possess such an ability as far as I've seen and use crossbows andspears under water for the most part though they are not known for warfare.”

He thought about her question for a bit. “Hm, that is a bit complicated so I will save that for tonight. In your terms though very, very long … centuries … no millenia ...” He glanced towards her letting the weight of those years sink in as to how old he truly was, how ancient he truly was. And yet there was more too that answer that he had yet to explain to her.

He ate the strawberry. “Too worried to have much of an appetite though I'm trying not to be.” He offeredc up a weak smile, though he nodded at the suggestion she made. “Yes, a walk sounds nice but first ...”

He closed his eyes, sputtering arcane words from his lips as an opague barrier formed about them. They could see out of it easy enough though the field around them shimmered a little. “No one can cross the barrier or hear what we speak about within, similar to that of the ready room though the effects will fade in about two hours if I do not dismiss it before then.

“I am worried, Aly, I cannot help it and until I tell you I will continue to be worried.”

The opague barrier grew darker though she could still see out of it no one could look into it either. Oberron's attention had been on her. He smiled softly at her, patted the back of her hand.

“I have reigned over the kingdom for about ten thousand of your years though I'm over twelve thousand years old. This is young amongst the fey but they deem that I am much, much, older …”

He sighed then tilted his head to the sky. He was quiet for a moment before he looked back. “I am not fey … well I am, at least now but that was not always the case ...” he paused. “There was an artifact that was used to adapt me, to replace the old king. Iniately we – Gersham and I – were sent to take over this kingdom, to destroy it.

“Oberon, the real Oberon was killed and I replaced him after using this artifact that we stole previously from Oswald's collection. He knew what we had used it for, and while it might have seemed practical that we would have killed him we were attempting to learn information from him too, he had been to Avalon and we were trying to harness some of the magical powers from that realm. We partially succeed but that is a story for another time perhaps.

“I was ...” Oberron paused as he looked at Alynia … then he broke off again.

“Long story short, Oswald convinced me to turn against Gersham and even pretend I was the old king since the kingdom would be tossed into disarray when learning about Oberon's death and I got the impression that he rather not see Puck take the thrown either for personal reasons I assume.

“In any case he was a teacher, a coach to me and taught me about the king's prior life. I even began to believe that I was this Oberon with the passage of time. Gersham reminded me of who I iniately was though. He killed Titania as a reminder, eventually he even manipulated Sable to come after me, to torture me with a slow drawn out death.

“It nearly worked too, and when it didn't he came back to finish the job Sable started since he knew I was vulnerable then ...” he shook his.

“I … I am unseelie or was … Gersham is my brother.” He brought his gaze to her, studied her for a moment and let that confession sit in. “That is why he hates me so. He also realizes that as unseelie no fey would believe him if he spoke the truth on this matter. None know save for Oswald. Puck may suspect though he has no proof and cannot make such acquisations lightly without proof. Are you ready? Ready to see it? My true form that is.

“Gersham was a half brother, while he is a mix between unseelie and incubus he is far more passable for a fey in his natural state than I ...”

Alynia like the idea of meeting nixies, the world underwater was always interesting to her. She blinked, also peering up into the sky, the prostine blue sky, save for that one storm cloud still looming toward them. It reminded her of an ocean. More percisely the boundless seas under the islands of Avalon, how amazing would it be to bring this drink to that realm... Even though Alynia wanted to ponder over further on the possibility of breathing underwater, she could her that her husband's mind was preoccupied.

Alynia expression was astounded. She knew that Oberron was older than her by quite a lot. She had expected maybe somewhere around one thousand or so years. But to imagine Oberron had really existed many millennia, meaning thousands and thousands, was unfathomable. She wondered how it was possible that it could get any more complicated... An age was an age. Was it not? She would have to wait until later tonight to see.

She stood and peered around in wonder at this strange barrier that Oberron had casted around them. The shield shimmered in a pretty way, slightly distorting the sunlight that casted within. It was a dome shape, not too large but large enough that it was possible for Alynia to frolic about if she wanted, but right now she wanted nothing more than to be by Oberron's side.

Alynia embraced him firmly, doing what she could to ease his fears. She hated seeing him like this, all stricken with worry and concern. Alynia didn't know what to tell him. She only held onto him in silence as she watched the barrier grow darker and darker.

And once it seemed a giant shadow of a realm had casted over them, Alynia settled back gazing at her husband bravely in the eyes listening to his words.

"W-what do you mean, not fey?" Alynia wondered incredibly confused, though she did not interupt again realizing that this was a deep issue, her husband had probably kept secret from all the time he had been king. Her eye brows furrowed slightly upon hearing Gersham's name, then her expression was unreadable though she couldn't help but pull away slightly at his touch. Blank and confused as she listened with adept attention.

She waited for him to pause at an acceptable point, when speaking on how he had remained hidden all this time. "You're unseelie then." Alynia reiterated coldly, not too sure what to think. "But you're not like Gersham!" She reassured herself more than him. "Even if you two are b-brothers..." It just sounded so odd coming from her lips. "He did horrible things to me, you would never, never do such things to me." She declared. It was rather difficult to accept that the Black Prince and her king were actually related. Though she didn't want to admit it, the thought lingered that it was his fault in the end she had to go through so much guilt and pain concerning Gersham. He tortured her not only when he held her captive, but in her sleep and in her dreams!

The more she thought about it, the worse it sounded. "You've fooled his, the first Oberon's, son, his late wife, Corte too? Everyone?" Alynia was nervous, uneasy though she fought this to maintain steady eye contact. "What about me?" Her thoughts were frazzled and disorganized. She didn't want to say it, but she did feel a little betrayed. All this time she had been convinced that her husband was so virtuous and wonderful, when he had been harboring this dark secret all along.

Alynia was silent, as she recalled back to two years ago when Oswald had pulled her aside to speak about thier king. He had already told her that her Oberron was not the real Oberon, she had always known such but she never had actually been forced to come to terms with it. "I've known, the real Oberon has been dead." She admitted slowly. "I've known for a few years, I've never really thought much of it." Alynia's voice trailed off. "But all this time, you were his brother... You were a villian." She muttered to herself unsure how she should go about this. "Did you kill him yourself?" She asked in horror.

"T-then, are you the same?" Alynia wondered nervously, not entirely sure if even she was making sense anymore. "Are the same man I feel in love with, or are you just a copy of him. Are you just playing him by what Oswald had taught you?" It was unsettling to think about, that if it were all true she really didn't know the man she married at all. Who she had fallen in love with had really been dead years and years ago. "Then your real name isn't even Oberron... I've been adressing you with a false name for years." Alynia realized in horror.

She let out a shaky breath, trying to calm down, trying bracing herself for what was to come. Keep level head. All that he had told her was quite a lot to really settle in. She sighed, a sad expression showed on her features. Alynia was hurt, she couldn't help it but she nodded slowly. "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

She looked at him fearfully, afraid of what she was to see. At first she hadn't thought it would be so bad, but now she knew he wasn't as good as she had thought of atleast good as she had hoped. What if it was terrible? What if it was actually a monster she couldn't bring herself to love again? By now, Alynia was almost as worried as him.