Dominatus Imperium [completed]

[Salem Ave]

Scandalous affair. Would it be perceived as such? Would the people of Iziz see compassion or corruption in the pair? Salem had studied their culture, their society, for many years know. If he knew anything at all, it was the way that his city worked. In all likelihood, they would cause more of a stir in the royal court than on the streets. The affairs of the royal family, while interesting, were not hugely important to the populous. So long as they kept the planet in order and the economy stable, they didn't mind if some courtier or other was locking lips with a foreign princess.

“Very well. We will let them think of us as such. It will provide an excellent cover and alibi for all manner of things.”

[Razielle Alastor]

Inwardly, she was slightly deflated at the all business, no nonsense attitude that Salem was taking toward her seduction, if that was indeed what it was. Her rouse however a foolproof plan. It would give them all the reason they needed to whisper to each other, to spend time alone togther and to be caught places, like outside the palace gates, unchaperoned. It would ensure they were looked upon as lovers, nothing more. For the moment, it was still the farthest from the truth. Razielle fully intended to change that. It would just not do, her very best flirtations going in one ear and out the other. There was after all only so much a girl, even a Princess turned to the Dark side, could take.

"As you wish, Master"

Business concluded, Razielle detached herself from Salem's person and moved away leaving nothing but a cold breeze where her formerly warm flesh had been. She moved to the foot of her bed, to the massive trunk that had been brought in and placed there. Kneeling she opened it and began to sift through the contents.

"If we are going to keep up appearances, it would probably do for you to remain here until morning. Aha!"

She finally had thrown all the feminine frippery out of the trunk, reached the bottom, and what she had been seeking. The bottom board was in truth on a hinge, once the concealed lock was sprung, it lifted to reveal a stash of quite impressive weaponry. She lifted out several wicked looking blades.

[Salem Ave]

To say that Salem was surprised would have been a lie. He looked at the cache of previously hidden weapons with a typical smirk. The trunk was not unlike Razielle herself – beneath all of the frills and finery, there was something sharp and deadly. Taking one of the offered blades, he tested its weight and balance. It was obviously made for someone smaller than himself, but it was a fine piece none the less. “You want to spend the night practising swordplay?” he inquired, somewhat incredulous, as he drew the tip of the blade upwards, levelling it towards the Princesses throat.

[Razielle Alastor]

Razielle just blinked. Several times infact, before joining the game. "Not at all.. I had more strenuous activities in mind, but the room got decidedly... chilly. Nothing like a bit of sport to heat things up, if my Master so desires?"

Without waiting for a response, a second blade glinted in the room's firery glow. This one was brought, seemingly out of thin air by Razielle's hand and swung with precision, not to knock away Salem's blade, but to mirror the image, her blade not rested at his throat as well. It was a stand off of sorts.

[Salem Ave]

Though it might have seemed as if Salem was oblivious to Razielle's less than noble intentions towards her Master, he was not. It wasn't the first time that he had taught a student who had come to see him as something more than a mere tutor. Such infatuations could work both to the benefit and to the detriment of the Master-Apprentice relationship. Only time would tell which was true in this case.

“Oh yes. I'm sure the palace staff would be perfectly comfortable finding us locked in combat with one another,” he replied, not yet lowering his blade.

[Razielle Alastor]

Razielle was the first to lower her blade, dropping it to her side with a showey bit of a swish. Seeing that at the minute, Salem had no intention of doing the same, she arched her neck back, further offering him her throat. If he wanted, he could end it all now.

"Can you think of a better way for them to find us then, Master?"

[Salem Ave]

With a flourish, Salem mimicked Razielle's movements, thus lowering his blade. “I don't intend for them to find us at all. If they do come to your chambers, they will find you sound asleep...” He then turned the sword, offering the hilt out to it's owner. “We continue your training tomorrow night. You had better make use of what hours are still left of this evening to get some rest.”

[Dalamar DeSang]

Devious decided before having them killed it would be best to take a hand in it personally. Who knows maybe they where innocent after all. Even though everything in him screamed to kill them and figure it out later. The Queen was worth more that a thousand Salem's and Wards from whatever land they had come from.

He headed towards Razielle's quarters a few straight question might fix this before anyone had to die. Dalamar had seen enough killing. Not that he was above doing what was needed.

He was going to make this an official visit so he dressed accordingly. His blade's mounted on his back in the shape of an x his black glistening armor shined in the candlelit halls. His cloak flowed around him like pulling the night after him. His pale skin and white hair was a sharp contrast to his dark armor. Walking the hall it was empty. Maybe the guards had been wrong. He saw nothing stirring. He arrived at Razielle's brass bound door. He decided to listen for a moment to see what he could hear....

[Razielle Alastor]

"You had better make use of what hours are still left of this evening to get some rest.”

Accepting her weapon back, Razielle slid both back into the chest, tossing the frilly contents back in upon them. She silently shut the lid and nodded in sullen understanding. She was being dismissed. She didn't like it, but she didn't dare argue with him, much as she would have liked to. Besides, she had his word that she would see him again tomorrow night. Another smile.

Walking behind Salem to the door, she meant only to lock it behind him as he left. "As you wish..." The words "my Master" never fell from her lips.

Don't open it. Someone was there. But it was far too late to halt Salem, she somehow didn't think she could have. Better discovered in their carefully thought out plan than surrounded by the true mystery.

"my darling."

As the door swung open, Razielle moved, without pause in front of Salem and locked her lips to his closing her eyes. She still had no idea who was in the dimly lit corridor, but whoever it was, they were getting a hell of a show. Either she was a damned fine actress or she was truly in earnest. A cleared throat seemingly startled her away from Salem. Conscious of the fact that she was wearing nothing more than a slip of silk, and was presently plastered to the Queen's Advisor, she blushed and scooted behind Salem as a shy young girl would have.

"Oh my..." She buried her face into his back, but not before seeing the very man the performance was really for. General DeSang.

[Salem Ave]

There was a moments stillness, in which the three stood in perfect silence. Salem's eyes remained fixed on Dalamar, as he arched one thin eyebrow. The man was clad head to toe in what looked like battle armour, yet here he was skulking the corridors of the palace, apparently attempting to eavesdrop on the Princess. “General... is there something troubling you?”

[General Devious]

“General... is there something troubling you?” Apparently Salem took him for a fool. He knew enough of the man to know that he would never love Razielle. Use her maybe. Still whether she was accomplice or merely Ward of the Queen was still yet to be determined.

She on the other hand seemed geniunly taken back by his prescence. Well he never did think that many women had any sense. Dalamar smiled not bothering to hide his razor sharp incissors. "Not at all Salem, I am just walking the halls and giving everyone who matters notice. Legion has hit planetfall. The dead bodies of the couriers where smeared across one guard post just to let me know that he has arrived. Security will triple for your protection. Any further rendevous will have to be limited I'm afraid in the name of security. It is only a temporary matter I assure you." Dalamar nodded to them both.

One slip and maybe none was all he needed from Salem. The Advisor was to careful his hands dabbled into to many things that shadowed the throne. The Seeking of power he could understand. But to the detriment of the Queen he served?

Beside's that Devious just did not like the man. His instincts knew KNEW that something was wrong. If it would not hurt the very Queen he just mentioned. Salem would have ceased to exist already. Dalamar was Law now and he had to be sure. no more daggers in the night. No more poison drinks or darts... Law. One bit of evidence was all he needed. Then he would be tried by Dalamar himself. A former Death Dealer. He was use to be judge, jury and executioner and it would be Law.