Private Consumed | Adron Malvern

[Saraya Arenais]

L O C A T I O N | The Shining Jewel, Azurine City ​

W E A R I N G | [X]​

T A G | Adron Malvern ​

Twilight bathed Azurine City in a dusky orange glow tainted with deep pinks and reds. The beautiful white spires of Illyrian architecture drank in the light hungrily. A lone remnant of sun stretched in one long yellow ray from the balcony all the way up to Saraya’s dressing table. It danced temptingly in fantastic rainbow colours across the mirror as she leant forward to sweep a strand of hair from her face.​

“Leave it alone.” Came the sharp, but teasing tone of her friend. Saraya rolled her eyes and pressed her elbow against the top of the table to steady her view. “What else is there to do for…” Her emerald gaze trailed to the clock quickly. “Ten whole minutes.” Cilla offered her a giggle, along with a patronising shake of her head. She was right, of course. Saraya was no less than perfect. She had been for the past hour, yet she could not help but fuss.​

If she did not fuss, she would pace, and Cilla had already expressed her dismay at the repetitive sound of her heels against the polished marble.​

There was a heavy flop as Cilla threw herself back onto the queen-sized bed. “Honestly, you’re like a teenager. I’ve never seen you so… enchanted by someone before.” Saraya simply shot her friend a reflected grin as she dabbed scarlet lipstick from her lips. “You’ve never met him, Cilla.” She began, trailing off as though she meant to say more, but instead she trained her focus on the mirror. “And? I have seen him. Twice now.” Saraya did not answer.​

The wedding was a little less than a week away. Upon the insistence of her mother no doubt, Saraya, her small family and Cilla had been staying at the palace. “Seeing isn’t enough.” Saraya said as she threw down her tissue and stood from the stool. It had been both torturous and tantalising being so close to Adron. Of course, life had not stopped for him. There were other duties to attend to that were far more important than entertaining guests. That had been the job of servants, and Saraya, but tonight?​

He had promised tonight to her.​

Cilla cleared her throat as she propped herself up on her elbow to give Saraya a final once over. Saraya caught her gaze and spun daintily on the tip of her heel. “Perfect.” Cilla chimed, clapping her hands together a few times. Saraya shot her friend one final smile as she pulled open the door to her bedroom in time to the chime of the clock.​

Saraya almost knew Dragonne Palace perfectly now. Or at least, she knew her way to Adron’s rooms well enough to refuse the helpful offer from a servant to be her guide. As she made her way toward the King’s chambers, Saraya could not help but agree with Cilla about the tapping of her heels. The rhythmic click that echoed from the walls only emphasised the erratic pounding of her heart. It had been weeks since her cousin’s wedding, and longer still since the masquerade where they first met. Saraya could not help but feel a little exhilarated at the prospect of being alone with Adron.​

The closer she drew to his rooms, the more the teardrop scar between her breasts burned, which only served as an encouragement to walk faster. ​

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

A cool breeze flew in from the balcony, causing the King's amethyst eyes to rise from the datapad that had been within his grasp. So much preparation, so many things, and the workload only increased as the days went by. The High Court saw to the day to day rule, The Royal Manufacturing Consultant saw to the technological advancement of the world, and the newly appointed Chief of Military Affairs consultant ensured that the Royal Army and Navy were progressing well. Theoretically this should be a number of factors to lighten the king's load, however nothing could be further from the truth. With competent advisors and consultants in place the King was now hyper-informed about every little problem with his planet's infrastructure.

He tried not to center himself into every little detail, yet in the end he often failed. Finally, the King exhaled and walked towards the nightstand beside his bed, opening the drawer and setting the datapad within. There would be time later to review the myriad of paperwork that filled his desk, for now he would turn his attention to a far more important matter.

His Queen.

The Monarch had accepted the offer placed by Rowena Arenais, even though he suspected an ulterior motive behind the woman he had not been able to resist his own temptations.

Saraya Arenais. Beautiful, addicted to his power, loyal, and without equal. She was a goddess set upon the planet Illyria and with every moment together the King found himself more entranced, more compelled, more in love. The thought caused his steps within his room to slow to a halt as he placed a hand over his lips in a silent moment of reflection. It had been instant. Love at first sight? Wasn't that what the commoners referred to it as. No, it was something far more than that. Whenever the two were together and even when apart there was a vicious surge in the Force. A lust, a need, whatever it was Adron could only describe it as an ache that only Saraya could calm.

Had he truly fallen in love?

Had he truly fallen in love with her?

When he meditated on the Force and searched his feelings only she was present. Only the darkness they shared and the thought of a life with her as his never-ending partner and pillar of strength. Even the thought of it made his hand quiver in anticipation. With the Lady of House Arenais joined herself to the Royal House of Malvern the galaxy would weep.

Together they would be unstoppable. Musing of a future to come had turned to be a distracting endeavor indeed. He could feel the anticipation to match his own, along with a subtle pain that demanded attention, demanded her presence. She approached. The King ran his hands along his hair before turning to the door to his room. Smoothing down the lapel of his dark navy suit he approached the door. Saraya approached, yet before a single finger upon her soft hands could open the door, they were opened by the King himself.

His eyes gazed down at her warmly before gesturing to the inside of the room. "My Lady. Please, there is much to discuss." His eyes softly scanned the hall, finding them empty and just as he desired. The door behind him closed with a soft click and in the next moment his hands wrapped around the woman he'd invited into his room. He pulled her into his chest, a single hand holding her chin possessively. "Tu m'as manque, my Queen." I have missed you, my Queen

In the next moment he leaned down to bring her from her feet, his arms wrapping around her thighs tightly so he could lift her, placing her back to the wall. His lips curled into a warm smile before he pressed them to hers, drinking in her scent wonderfully as they were joined once again.

The fires within him stirred and he forgot every worry that had plagued his mind earlier that day,​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

Tag | Adron Malvern

Painted nails reached out slowly to turn the silver doorknob to his rooms, but before they could even come close, it swung open on perfectly oiled hinges.

The moment she laid eyes on Adron, the world fell still. They could have been in the realm of shadows and dreams for all Saraya was aware. “My King.” She replied in a honey-suckle tone, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she stepped through the door. It shut with a resounding click that announced their privacy in deafening volumes. As Adron wrapped his arms around her waist, Saraya did the same. It was far easier to ignore the magnetic pull between them in public. However, in the safety of their rooms when they were truly alone together, Saraya could not refuse it. Would not refuse it.

A soft shade of subtle pink filled her cheeks as his fingers drew her eyes up to meet his. Saraya had not forgotten the dazzling expression he wore, but imagination held no candle to the real thing. She could hear nothing but the pounding of her own heart until the beautiful baritone poured from his lips, slick as honey. Suddenly, she was safe again. Safe in the arms that hugged her tightly by the waist. Safe in the amethyst eyes that easily dominated her every breath. Safe in the dark shadow that drowned out the pink shades of twilight.

“Mon cœur et mon âme ont imploré votre présence.” High Illyrian suited her tongue, her tone possessing an entrancing melodic quality as she continued on. “Partout ailleurs a raté votre toucher.” Her mother had insisted upon lessons in the language the moment Adron had agreed to accept her hand, and Saraya had relished in them far more than she had any of her others. Everything she now, she did for him. She lived for the swell of pride, or the hint of admiration, written on his expression. It set unbridled fires burning in the pit of her stomach.

A gasp of surprise tumbled from her lips as he lifted her from her feet, followed by a delighted squeal that was drowned out by the pressure of his lips against hers. If she had anything more to say, it was lost in the sensation of his fingers against her skin, of the sudden rush of adrenaline-filled release as she drank his scent in hungrily. The cool wall against her back did nothing to swell the heat that rippled in waves through her body. Her arms tightened around his neck, followed by her legs which drew him closer by his hips. Scarlet painted nails ran eagerly through his hair, leaving faint scratch marks upon his scalp.

His shadowed form in the dream they had shared was nothing compared to the real thing. The darkness that poured from him in ebony tendrils was no less intense, no less intoxicating, than the first time they had met. Saraya was almost dizzy with it by the time they were forced to separate for air.

If this was the Illyrian definition of discussion, Saraya liked it very much. “Say more things like that.” She said in a breathless whisper, the faintest hint of a smirk on her face. Certain that they did have many things to discuss, but unwilling to unwrap herself from Adron’s embrace, Saraya lent forward to pepper kisses across either side of his neck. They left faded red impressions of her lips on his pale skin, each one screaming a single word in deafening volumes.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: @Saraya Arenais ​

High Illyrian is considered a beautiful language by all blessed enough to hear it's song. However the King felt as if the tongue had never been properly spoken the moment he heard it fall from Saraya's lips. He offered a gaze that showed just how impressed he was before his lips curled into a proud smile. "Magnifique Dame Malvern." He complimented her words before enjoying the breathless, claiming kisses she rested upon his neck. He did not mind the faint red lips printed upon him, they were hers and belonged along his body. He did finally bring her down from her place against the door, his hands coming to hold her face with a loving kiss placed upon her forehead.

"I would spend an eternity with you in my arms, my dear but there is much you must learn and in a short time." he told her, blessing her cheek with one final kiss before he took her hand, his other hand fell to the small of Saraya's back as he led her to the balcony.

From the King's Balcony all of Illyria was at your feet.

The sight was stunning. Azurine City was a beauty, spanning several hundred miles around the Royal Palace, beyond that were the greenest of hills creating a beautiful scene behind the gaps between the domineering sky scrapers and even further in the distance were mountains covered in a blanket of mist and clouds. The loving tone he held did not waiver yet he turned it towards business instead of the pleasure they were both content to share.

"Sit with me." He waived his hand towards two seats on the balcony, a coffee table with tea, cafe, and a plate of delicious pastries sat between them. For Saraya a cup of Sapir tea had been prepared. Though she may not have realized it, it had been a favored drink of her late aunt, Kay Arenais. The King held the Queen's seat out for her and once she took her seat he would raise the cup of tea in offering to her. "There is much you must understand. So many facets of being Queen and wife that you must appear perfect in far before you even completely understand them." He explained to her.

"First you must understand what we are and what our duty here is." He waived a hand out to the city before smiling softly to himself. "It is the duty of the King and Queen to ensure stability, peace, and freedom reign supreme over all that we claim and the eyes of royalty claim all that they take in." He instructed her.

"Nothing is more important than our lives. Every life on this world does not even begin to compare to a scratch upon your being." He told her, a hand rising to stroke her cheek affectionately. "We will make sure our people love us, respect us, view us in a light that would ensure they give their very lives for us, because one day they very well may." His hand came down, resting over the woman's belly. "Soon enough I will breathe life into you and you will give the planet an heir. A Prince or Princess who will lay claim to the throne, but before our children are ready to ascend all must be prepared." He told her.

"Do you understand, mon amour?"​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

There it was. The expression that made her heart skip a beat. Followed by the touch she was certain it continued for. She was almost loathed to feel the floor against her feet again, but the kiss he placed on her forehead wiped away her disappointment.

His words placed a smile on her lips, followed by a soft giggle and a nod of agreement. Her hand slipped into his easily, though her gaze never left his as he guided her toward the balcony. There was a welcome breeze trailing lazily through the open doors. Saraya could feel it caressing her bare skin gently, cooling the passionate heat that had set her cheeks ablaze. When the dwindling twilight finally hit her, Saraya turned her sighs on the might of Illyria, bathing magnificently in faded moonlight.

Immediately enraptured by the view, Saraya could barely take her eyes off it, even when Adron pulled the chair out for her to sit. “ C'est manifique…” Her awestruck tone slipped out as she took the seat he offered. It was almost as breathtaking as he was, though it came with the daunting realisation that it would all soon be hers. That a million people tucked soundly in their beds would turn to her. For prosperity, peace, protection, and mercy. Saraya pressed her lips together and silently swallowed the lump in her throat. After a few precious moments of contemplation, she drew her gaze from the dazzling lights of Illyria to her fiancé.

She took the teacup he offered gratefully, wrapping her slender fingers around the warm porcelain with a smile. An aromatic scent that drifted into her nose in curls of white smoke caught her attention for a brief moment before Adron began to talk.

His words weighed heavily on her mind, though she had heard them all before from a different mouth. She was, with no doubt, in possession of the correct training. Her mother had made certain of that, but it took far more than elocution and dance lessons to run a kingdom. To be a Queen. If she displayed any modicum of concern on her face, it was wiped away immediately at the touch of Adron’s hand. Tilting her head slightly to force his fingers to linger longer on her cheek, Saraya allowed her eyes to close.

The hand he placed on her stomach came with a resounding question, and for Saraya, there was only one resounding answer. “Perfectly.” Came her reply as one of her hands released the cup to join his on her stomach. The residual warmth from the tea blazed across her palm as her grip tightened slightly around his hand. There was no doubt that she could fulfil that side of the agreement, and that was by far the thing that concerned her least. Though it did seem to bother everyone else. Far too much for Saraya’s liking. They needed only to ask to see the desire to carry Adron’s children flare in Saraya’s eyes.

“On the subject of respect…” She took a quick sip of her tea, allowing herself a brief moment to relishing in the perfumed liquid as it sank into her tongue, before continuing. “I have been doing some research.” She rose a brow tentatively for a moment, as though waiting for a reaction from Adron. When the subject of books happened to arise with her mother, Saraya was met with no less than rolled eyes and disappointed sighs. However, tonight did not seem to hold with hesitation. Perhaps it was the tea, or the Illyrian air, or the powerful man who sat before her drinking in her every word.

“Illyria is quite a prosperous world. The statistics for living standards alone speak volumes of the time and effort you have already placed into the planet and its people.” Saraya could not help but gush, in a love-sick tone that poured from her lips like honey. “I struggled for a while to think of some way that I could contribute to such a marvel. Your education system is renowned, your military is almost untouchable, even your technological advances are a wonder. You have created nothing short of perfection.” She flashed him a quick, bashful smile, unsure of how he would react to what she had to say next. “But nothing can truly be perfected. There is always room for improvement.”

Finally, the cup grew too warm for her grip to bare, so Saraya placed it down on the table, talking to the soft clink it made against the china plate. “Your healthcare system works on an insurance basis. The cost to the average Illyrian with no previous health conditions is over twenty percent of their annual income.” She pressed her lips together briefly, to catch her breath, but continued on to say one more thing. “I’d like to introduce something new.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

When Saraya spoke of research the King offered a warm nod. He expected nothing less than the woman who would rule beside him. As she spoke of Illyria and its light he smiled softly at her, though she was rather incorrect in some of her analysis it did show that his original intents of presenting the world in a gracious light to the galaxy had worked wonders. Finally, she revealed her intent. Healthcare. It was the backbone of many healthy civilizations and something he could find himself agreeing with. "A healthy kingdom needs a healthy populace. Making healthcare an improved system could go far in making the quality of life and economy more lasting and powerful." He considered his beloved's ideas before taking a treasured sip from his cafe.

"Illyria is not perfect. Far from it. What you see here is only a portion of its greatness to be sure, but there is much behind it that I do not allow the rest of the galaxy to see. The planet's technological advancement rate is a little over two-hundred percent per year. Which is a wonderful rate, however half of the planet is still utilizing feudal technology and over twenty percent of the populace cannot read. When I took this world six years ago it was in the throws of war and recession. Our ascension marked the ascension of the economy but we are not nearly at our peak." He revealed to her. "Luckily all industries are advancing with impressive speed, thanks to many augmentations from The Confederacy. However, we have left their umbrella and without them we stand on our own legs. Legs that have not yet full grown."

Finally he exhaled. "The galactic trade league has plugged our Phrik into the open markets, which provides us with a very healthy amount of credits per year, however we are sinking many of those credits into importing." He said, before turning to his wife to be with a considerate look. "I could direct these credits to the Healthcare system, yet it would be a considerable and drastic change to supply an entire planet with healthcare in one wave. So if your idea is to flourish there must be some considerable plan behind it." He told her with a smile coming to his lips. "When you have one hundred avenues and only one vehicle, which avenue do you choose?"​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

She did not pretend to know much about the intricacies of Illyria’s technology or their military. However, she knew enough to make her judgements, or so she thought. Saraya cast her love an attentive gaze over the rim of her teacup as she took another sip. What he said made sense. History was always written by the victor, and as the galaxy progressed many had the opportunity to create their present in the same manner. It did not surprise Saraya that Adron had done the same for Illyria. He manipulated a great many things. Not even the galaxy was safe from it.

Still, there was no denying that Illyria had achieved a great deal for itself in such a short period of time. To think that it had been nought but a war-ridden wasteland before Adron’s arrival almost begged belief.

Nibbling her lower lip, the corners of her mouth curled into a playful smile. His question had a thousand answers, and not even a sage could provide an accurate one, but Saraya gave it her best shot. “When you have one hundred avenues and only one vehicle…” She paused to consider for a brief moment. Using the time to stretch her hand out and place her fingertips on top of Adron’s hand, where they began to draw soft, teasing circles on his skin with her nails. “…you make your own.”

She did not break his gaze as she commented further. “I don’t think it will require any credits to be directed from anywhere, I did the calculations.” Coming from a life of lavish luxury afforded to her by her father’s status, many looked to Saraya to be naïve in the subtleties of credits. For all they assumed, Saraya thought a bottle of water costed roughly the same as a house, but she was far more than she allowed strangers to see. “If you eliminate the need for health insurance by replacing it with a small opt-in tax then, assuming most choose to accept it, then profit margin alone would triple. Currently, there are sizeable losses to excess staff and preventable medication error in some of the more affordable health insurance claims. Annually, these costs alone far outweigh the initial expense of implementing the system I had in mind.”

Leaning forward a little to focus on the amethyst gaze in his eye, Saraya continued. “My projections suggested that if every Illyrian accepted the opt-in tax we would make back what we spent reconstructing the hospital within five years, as well as having a sizeable profit even after the maintenance and upkeep costs."

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

The King was impressed.

His wife to be had certainly considered a great deal of factors before bringing this proposal to the King. At first he wondered if it had been nothing more than the delusional dreaming's of a wide eyed bride, but yet again she had proved herself to be far more than he could ever suspect. He smiled softly as the woman drew circles upon the back of his hand, causing his blood to grow warm from the mere touch of the woman he loved. The King took another sip from his cup before nodding his head in understanding. "Not yet Queen and already you have turned your beautiful eyes towards bettering what is before you. Well done, my dear, well done." He complimented her.

"If this is where you wish to project your interests then I shall support it." he told her before pausing for a moment, placing his hand upon his chin in a moment of consideration. "However I want you to bring your plans to Court. The Courts of Illyria are unlike any other and it is important that the High Court learns just how they must respond to you."

"Show them a woman to be trampled upon then they will use you to polish their shoes. Show them a Queen to be respected and they will bow before you. We as the Monarchy will always respect the High Court...so long as it remembers who they bow down to." He explained to her.

"They were silent with the last Queen because I required it, however I will do you no such disservice. You will not be a weak Queen, you will be my wife and the extension of my power. You will be a Malvern when you command them and they will respond." The King turned to his bride to be with a soft smile upon his lips. "In time. For now we are on to more pressing matters." His hand brushed against Saraya's chin before he traced a trail lower, the tip of his finger rolling over the raw skin where her brand laid. "I will teach you my ways once we are wed and then we shall truly be one. As husband and wife, as Sith." He said, his hand rising to caress her cheek with a warm touch.

"The power you feel flowing from me is the Dark Side of the Force. It is the power that binds all living things within an iron cage and commands their connection. You and I are connected as no others could ever hope to be. Your power shall be as mine is, unchallengeable." ​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

The heat that radiated from his hands was almost enough to rival the heat from the teacup, but Saraya did not pull away. It burned with intense desire and unspoken lust. Saraya had never known such a pleasant sting. It radiated up toward the brand burned permanently in the flesh between her breasts. This was heat she would gladly bear the consequences of.

She found herself bridling somewhat at his compliment. No words ever spoken by any man had made her feel so accomplished before. Though her excitement was soon stemmed by the realisation that she would have to face the Courts. Again, she had her mother had discussed this at length. Saraya could take their scrupulous stares, judgemental statements, and impertinent questions about her fertility. In the grand scheme of things, they were like droplets of water in a rushing stream. Inconsequential. However, presenting an idea to them was an entirely different situation altogether.

If she wanted to make an ocean from that stream, she would have to bow down to the might of the droplet. Adron had already made plain that the backbone of any great kingdom was its people. As far as royalty went, the people began with the courts.

Their approval, along with an heir, would mean Saraya’s future with Adron was assured. Beyond the fickle nuances of laws and policy, beyond any moral definition, beyond measure or doubt. If this thought were not enough to steel her confidence at the prospect of facing the court, Adron’s further comments certainly did. Since meeting him, the word weak had been nowhere to be found in Saraya’s repertoire. Nothing about Adron was weak, and she strengthened by every moment they spent together. The Malvern name would not be besmirched on her account. She would carry it with pride and possessiveness, just as she carried his heart.

When Adron caught her gaze, a beautiful smile illuminated Saraya’s face. She could only utter an enamoured sigh as he caught her chin, tracing sensual lines down toward the object of his affections. In recent days she had found herself curious as to what it meant. The moment Adron’s fingers grazed against the angry skin; a sharp jolt of pain wracked through her spine. Saraya squirmed in her chair as she attempted to quell the heavy thud of her heart and the sudden, intense desire that left her feeling breathless.

“Out of everything…” She said as she caught his hand, gently guiding his fingertips with her own to grace the wound with his touch once more. “…that notion is what excites me the most.” Swallowing the shudder that threatened to make her hair stand on end, she continued. “I have dreamt of nothing more than the darkness you dominate. To walk by your side in a realm of shadow is the most intense desire I have ever known. The only other one I profess that pales in comparison is the one I possess on you.” She breathed a shaky sigh as she brought her body forward to the edge of her seat.

Her emerald gaze trained on his, both a pleading and demanding note reflected in the light that they drank in. “I do not want to wait till we are married. I crave it more than any addict craves their drugs, or alcoholic craves their wine.” It did not matter that everything Adron was went against everything her family stood for. Saraya would abandon them all in an instant for him. By accepting the darkness, she may as well have been, but the ties it had forged between them were far more powerful than anything Saraya could have imagined. She was chained to him eternally, and she would neither suffer nor allow any attempt to break them.

Her teeth sank gently into the corner of her lower lip as the expression in her eyes changed from pleading to begging. The grip on his hand tightened somewhat as her honey-suckle voice trickled from her throat. “Corrupt me.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

So the darkness within her screamed for release?

The Queen to be's words were met with a wicked smile, one that many would see as cruel. "Withstanding the Dark Side of the Force is no simple task my dear. It takes sacrifice, pain, and...heart." His hand floated over the droplet shaped brand over the woman's chest and suddenly she would feel it. It was as much pleasure as it was punishment, the Dark Side of the Force flowed through the woman, draining away any traces of the light and replacing it with the nexus of pure emotion. Saraya would feel as if she had never truly experienced any emotion before in her life, for feeling the rawest, most pure form of emotion within the Dark Side was a gift of its own. Yet, with it came such pain that most were forced to tears.

The King's voice let out a soft chuckle as he felt the pain increase within her. He rose from his seat, standing over her with vibrant amethyst eyes gazing down before her. "Speak your wish and I will make the pain stop." He whispered to her, leaning over the woman as her body was filled with the Dark Side of the Force.

"But remember, we deal in pain and emotion. You may not have one without the other, you may not gain power without sacrifice." He stood over his future wife, smiling softly as he raised his arms. "This is what we are. This is what it means to be Sith. We are the Sovereign who reign over those without power, because it is our right. The Force has already spun every thread into reality before we even realize it and the reality is that the Dark will always bow to the light."

"Anger, love, envy, greed, lust, hatred, we use them all to fuel our power and from their nexus we are complete."

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength, through strength I gain power, through power I gain victory, and through victory my chains are broken. Only the Dark Side can set us free."

"Shatter your chains, my dear." He challenged her. ​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

Saraya could have laughed at him, but all that happened was the thin remnant of a smirk on her lips. She did not want to withstand the darkness. She wanted it to consume her. If her promise to Adron had not snuffed out what little light remained, then she would gladly give up what was left if only to bathe in its mastery once more. She would never know satisfaction, never know what it meant to be full, until the darkness claimed her entirely.

Sacrifice, pain, heart. Saraya had them all, and she would part with them all willingly. Without thinking much on the action, she lent forward to meet the touch of his fingers as they stretched out toward her brand.

The minute it was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin was the minute Saraya got her first taste of true darkness. Everything else had been nought but an imitation. A form her sweet Adron had wrapped and nulled until it was bearable enough for her untainted soul. What she had assumed to be the object of all her focus and desire was nothing more than a pale representation of its depths. Saraya let out a sharp gasp of surprise, filled with a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Her hand shot out to grip the edge of the table slightly, crumping the white cloth between crimson painted fingertips.

Adron’s shadow crept upward until it dominated her world with a darkness that matched the one coursing mercilessly through her veins. She tried her best not to cry out, stemming the instinct with everything she could think of. Writhing in her seat, sinking her teeth into her lip, holding on to the table so hard she could feel the wood splintering beneath her nails. Somewhere, Adron’s voice pierced through the veil of overwhelming emotion. Offering out a hand of relief. A chance to escape. Saraya shook her head.

Never.

Every moment that Saraya bore through, the pain deepened… but so did her satisfaction. She could not contain the soft cry that dripped from her throat unwillingly. The sweet ecstatic release of a lust she had harboured for so long, finally sated. By all rights, that should have been enough. She should have been begging Adron to release her. To stop the darkness is it gripped her very being and turned it as black as the gem she bore on her chest, but she did not. If she could do more than whimper, Saraya would have spoken with one resounding word to the darkness that consumed her.

More. Her eyes shut tightly as soul cried out what her corporeal voice did not have the strength too. More. It begged as Adron’s voice recited words that ripped through her every nerve, burning with the power of a thousand fires against her skin. More. It screamed as Saraya cried out once more as she buckled forward somewhat, overcome with the raw intensity of it. Yet the stronger it grew, the more she gorged herself on it. Despite it being the most intense feeling she had ever experienced in her entire life, Saraya wanted it all.

Anger, envy, hatred, love, lust…

They were hers to control, hers to use, hers to draw strength from.

The shattering of Saraya’s chains were not quite as literal as the term suggested. Her freedom was found in the bond that was being forged in the inferno of emotion and pain that made her body tremble. It was only when it shattered the last of her light that Saraya was able to find the will power to control animalistic desire to feed on it forever.

She drew a sudden, shuddering breath of humid Illyrian air, her eyes snapping open to view the world once more. A pearl of cold sweat had beaded on the back of her neck and trickled down the back of her spine, which elicited another breathless gasp. She was keenly aware of the dew-soaked tears that had been streaming silently down her face, but they were far from tears of sadness or pain. Her emerald gaze finally flicked up toward Adron, who was bathed in an entirely different light to what she had previously known.

The strength of their connection had not lessened. Saraya could feel it more now than she ever had before. The flicker of amethyst in his eyes sparked a residual feeling of the unadulterated lust she had been consumed by only moments ago. Saraya bit her lip again, tasting the bitter copper that her earlier efforts had leeched from the plump flesh. She could only think of one thing to do.

The table rocked suddenly as Saraya shot up from her chair, taking two graceful steps to close the distance between them. The delicacies and fine china had barely stilled by the time she reached Adron, only to be disturbed once more as she threw herself onto him. Her lips sought his hungrily, desperately. When they finally found them, she claimed them in a passionate kiss. Every ounce of emotion she had just discovered from the darkness within her was unleashed in powerful waves that she controlled with more elegance than she thought possible.

In that one kiss, she allowed her shadow to consume him back.

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

The Dark Side of the Force was the path to power.

As Saraya closed the distance between them the Sith Lords lips curled into the same confident smile they always held. She approached him with a hunger in her eyes and Adron was eager to fulfil her need. Their lips met and the fires between them burned while Adron closed his amethyst eyes, drinking in the woman who would be his wife.

Between the lust filled breathless kisses, the man spoke simply to the woman. "There it is." He said, holding her face still for a moment to better gaze at the beautiful emerald pearls that laid before him. "You took what you wanted, claimed it." A single finger brushed over her soft lips, marveling at the softness and the small traces of crimson that flooded the skin. "This is what it means to be Sith." He spoke in a hushed tone. His lips met hers once again, his teeth biting her bottom lip teasingly before turning her away from him.

His hands upon her shoulders he directed her towards the table and chairs that were before them. A single hand rose from his side, The Force expelling from his command with a barely seen gesture. The chairs and table they sat at only a moment ago began to float a few inches off of the ground. "The Force connects all. Living and unliving. With it there is nothing that is unachievable, you must merely learn to reach out and take the power before you." He told her before leaning down to whisper into her ear.

"Lift them and spend the night in my bed." His words were low and sultry as the furniture came back down onto the balcony with a hard slam. "Fail and demonstrate weakness." He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her closely.

"The Dark Side is emotion, use it."​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

Her lips could not contain the smile that formed over them at Adron’s words, but it was lost in the desperate kisses she stole between them. There was an unspoken irony in them, considering what he was about to do next. Saraya wanted him. If it had not been clear from her fevered display of passion, then she would do whatever it took to make him see.

Loathed to release him, but powerless to do anything against the dominating grip he placed on her shoulders, Saraya allowed herself to be turned. She concentrated not on the table, but on the words he spoke. On the touch of his hand on her bare flesh. On the power that surged between them. It was only at the soft clink of china against cloth-covered wood that Saraya turned her head toward the table. Floating several feet above the air, she could have almost believed it was a trick of the eye. Invisible strings attached to some unseen beam far above, controlled by snickering servants.

But just as Adron promised all those nights ago, he had opened her eyes. She was no longer a naïve young noble plucked from the depths of a sheltered life.

She was his Queen.

She now knew his power far better than she knew herself.

The dark side rippled wildly at his behest, as though someone had thrown a rock into a pool into still waters. She could feel every wave as the table danced freely in front of them. It was tantalising. So tangible that the slender fingers on her hand tensed and relaxed with anticipation. When they fell back down to the balcony again, landing with a heavy thud, Saraya jumped a little. She had been so mesmerised by their movements it came as quite the surprise, but it that quickly dominated by the excitement of the challenge Adron presented.

Saraya cast her gaze up at him briefly, with a coy yet playful grin written over her crimson tinted lips. He had a particular fondness for challenging her, and thus far Saraya had taken each one in her stride. With the exceptional motivator he placed before her in teasing words, she would have been a fool to refuse him now. “I accept your challenge.” Her favoured touch me not expression flooded her sun-kissed face, which she flashed briefly toward Adron as she turned to focus her attentions on the table. The minute his face left her view, Saraya let out a controlled sigh from her lips, relishing in the way the cool air stung the thin lines of open flesh.

He had taught her much thus far, but the only solid fact Saraya had grasped was that the dark side was emotion. Saraya clung to that piece of information as tightly as she clung to him.

She closed her eyes and pictured nothing but the table. The marvellous view of Illyria faded, the balcony faded, even Adron faded. Though she could feel him no less. In fact, it was Adron she used to set the wheel spinning, to call back the shadow. In particular, she focused on their time together. The unbearable allure of him. The intoxicating sound of his voice. The enchanting glances that set fires burning in the pit of her stomach. The pain that radiated from her brand every time she caught him staring.

Power radiated from her like heat had radiated from the teacup. It ebbed and flowed at her behest. Surprisingly, when Saraya thought of him, it was easy to control. As easy as breathing. performing an elegant display of dominance for Adron. She barely heard the table as the legs rocked violently against the floor. She noticed the incessant clinks of the glass and metal it was topped with even less.

The moment she opened her eyes, the spell shattered. The table came crashing down from several feet high, and in one calamitous moment, shattered against the polished marble in a spray of splintered wood and china. She was breathless. From exertion or excitement, she did could not tell, but she turned her eyes back to her love with a smile on her face. They were no longer the stark green hue she ordinarily possessed. The once distinguishable colour had morphed into something far different.

A beautiful shade of amethyst with an ebony core.

Stepping forward to close the distance between them Saraya locked her eyes onto his. “Weakness is not in my repertoire.” Her whispered words were coupled with the movement of her hand, which hooked a single finger into his waistcoat. “I’d like my reward now, please.” Her lips turned up into a smirk as she began to step back toward the room, tugging the tight material of his waistcoat to drag him along with her. Her purple gaze remained trained on what she truly wanted.

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

Extraordinary.

The moment Saraya turned her focus from the King and set her mind to the task at hand, she completely exuded the Dark Side of the Force. Never had the King seen any who so vigorously took in the Darkness and made it their own, it found home in her heart and the passions gave her a power she did not even realize was hers to wield. The King's smile was dark and knowing, yet it was true. He could feel the power that dripped from her as the furniture slowly lifted from the marble balcony floor. How could he not laugh? It was perfect, she was perfect. When her eyes came open and she turned to the King, he felt the pulse that connected them. His own amethyst eyes surged as he met Saraya's purple gaze.

She was perfect.

He smiled, following the woman into the depths of his bedroom.

A deal was a deal.

~~~
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Later that evening, when the light was preparing to abandon the lands, Adron rose from his bed. His amethyst eyes turned towards his lover as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Saraya..." He whispered, waking the woman from her slumber. His hand came down to caress her cheek with a tender touch. Once she awoke from her slumber he leaned down to place a kiss on her impossibly soft neck. "It is time for your next lesson." He took her hand, guiding her to rise from the sheets.

The Sith Lord's hand went to a black cloak on the edge of his desk. He pulled it over his naked form before his eyes turned to his lover.

"I will teach you how to craft a lightsaber this night."​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

A soothing rumble, like the sound of thunder amidst a storm, filled Saraya’s dreams. Regardless of whether she wished to remain trapped in the depths of her imagination, the thunder was a telling sign. It was Adron’s voice, and Saraya would answer its call no matter what form it came in. A cool, tender touch caressed the side of her cheek, finishing the task that the thunder had struggled to accomplish. With a soft, sleepy moan of dismay, Saraya flicked her emerald eyes open.

She could have slept forever, but his luring tone and the shudder that trailed her spine at his kiss were enough to encourage her to rise.

The breeze that lapped through the room was enough to make her shiver, but Adron’s words set a fire in her stomach that chased it away immediately. “A lightsaber?” Her sleepy tone questioned quietly as one of her hands raised to rub the sleep from her eyes. It was then that she noticed the deep ache in her muscles. The screaming of her limbs as she attempted to stretch them. The light purple bruises littering her flesh. Saraya smiled privately to herself. It was a pleasant sensation.

Saraya had neither been near nor seen a lightsaber. She had read about them, and when she plied her mother hard enough, she sometimes told her tales of her aunt and uncle, but so far that was her limit. The edges of the cloak fluttered temptingly in the dwindling light, causing Saraya to turn her gaze upon her fiancé. He looked no less than ravishing, draped in the dark silk that clung to his form at the behest of the breeze. Smirking somewhat, she passively wondered if the lessons could wait until morning, but as always… her curiosity won out.

Finally standing from the bed, Saraya swallowed the groan her shaking muscles forced her to make at the exertion. She could only assume that they were going somewhere, so she lent down to sweep up the edges of the scarlet dress that had been discarded haphazardly on the floor. “Where do we craft a lightsaber?” Her melodic tone was still doused heavily in the effects of heavy slumber.

 

[Adron Malvern]

T O G E T H E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

As Saraya clothed herself, the Dark Lord offered her a small smile. "We make it here, inside the palace. I will show you." He gestured for his love to follow him as he threw open the doors to his room. The halls were scarce, nearly empty save for a few members of the Royal Guard who patrolled the grounds. At the sight of the King their steps fell to a halt and they stood to each side of the hall. The King led Saraya down the hall, speaking in a low tone. "The Lightsaber is an extension of a Sith's power. It is both a weapon and a tool to focus your power."

"Graceful, elegant, and deadly, there is no weapon more befitting royalty."

The halls of Dragonne Palace were eerie as night approached the planet. The floor to ceiling windows allowed in stray rays of moonlight, however darkness reigned in the palace. Many Kings did not allow such silent shadows to find home in their residence, they were afraid of what could emerge from the darkness. The King of Illyria had never feared the darkness, he embraced it. The door the King stopped at was one unlike any other. Glossy marble covered the door's face and there was no handle. The King's hand ran across the cool, smooth surface of the door before exhaling and calling on the Force.

The door shifted before slowly sliding back away from the man. As the door opened, the King held a hand out to Saraya, his hand falling on the small of her waist as he guided her inside.

What laid inside was beautiful, beautiful and unsettling.

Black waters.

The reflection pool was made with a black marble floor and it caused the water itself to appear as black as oil. Saraya would feel something within her, a magnetizing pull that called her to the waters. It felt as if the Dark Side itself had found a home in Dragonne Palace. "The Dark waters is a special place. A place where the Dark Side of the Force has been focused to perfection. This is where i meditate, delve into the deepest pits of the Force, and this is where you shall construct your lightsaber."

There was a white towel sitting only a few inches before the pools and laid out on it were a number of metallic components, each one made of shiny, black phrik metal. Adron crossed the marble floor to the waters, holding his hand out to the black liquid. The water quaked before slowly a single, black and silver lightsaber floated out of the waters below. Flying into Adron's hand the blade immediately came to life with a snap-hiss, the amethyst blade casting its purple hue over the room.

"This is a lightaber. This is what I will teach you to create."​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

F O R E V E R​

T A G | Adron Malvern

Saraya did not question him. In the short time she had known Adron, her entire grasp on reality had been tipped upside down and shaken violently. Until it was far from what she had ever had the mind to imagine. It came as no surprise to her that Adron had the means to craft lightsabers tucked away in the comfort and safety of his home.

Their home.

When he gestured for her to follow, she did so dutifully. She danced lightly across the floor to catch up with him, so that her arm could cling from his. Even his gait was dominating, for everyone step he took, Saraya had to take three. As they walked down the corridor, her gaze never left him. If there were any others around them, Saraya did not see. Nor did she care. There was just him, and the sultry sound of his voice filling her ears with delicious tones. “I saw a display of them, once.” She said in a quiet tone as their shadowed forms dipped between pools of pure white moonlight. “At Silver Rest.”

The Jedi had certainly been graceful and elegant in their movements, but deadly was not a word Saraya would have labelled them with. However, Adron was no Jedi, and he was already deadly even without a lightsaber. The anticipation she harboured showed plainly in the gentle tightening of her fingers around his arm. Silence overtook them for the rest of the journey, in which Saraya could not help but let the excitement in the pit of her stomach build further. In one evening, she had tasted more darkness than she had ever known in her entire life.

She should have been sated, but no. She wanted more.

Releasing her grip on his arm reluctantly, her emerald gaze followed Adron’s form as he approached the marble door. She felt a wave of the dark side rippling through the corridor until it began to shift the door open slowly. Saraya nibbled her lower lip as she took the hand Adron offered out. There was no need to step further inside to feel what lay below. In instinctual call. A dark voice calling from the shadows. She held her breath as Adron guided her by the waist beyond the threshold of the hidden door.

The pool that lay waiting within had a strange power over her almost immediately. The ebony waters were incredibly still, and as deep and dark as the man who walked beside her. Saraya’s lips parted slightly in a wordless sigh of awe. She broke free of Adron’s grasp to walk forward to the water's edge. Leaning over to peer into its depths, Saraya saw a twisted version of her face reflected back. A hauntingly beautiful demon with amethyst eyes stared back at her intensely, but it lingered only a moment before Adron’s power rippled the water and sent the reflection running back into the darkness.

Her gaze unwillingly drew itself from the pool to follow the shimmering black hilt that shot toward Adron’s hand. The minute the blade ignited, bathing the room in an eerie purple glow, Saraya knew what it was. The power it radiated was strangely familiar, as though she had known it intimately before. “This is yours?” She questioned as her feet carried her from the edge of the pool toward her soulmate. One hand slipped around his waist to bring their bodies closer. The other reached out to allow her slender fingers to fall on top of the hand he used to grip the blade.

The second her skin touched his, she felt an overwhelming boost to the force in the room. Until it swelled so much Saraya was certain it would crack the ebony slates of marble decorating the floor. Her pale skin drank its purple glow in hungrily. “It’s beautiful.” She breathed out in a shaky sigh as her touch danced across his hand, delighting in the brief sensation of the black metal peeking through the gaps between his fingers. If Adron’s lightsaber elicited this feeling, then Saraya simply could not bear to wait for her own.

“So…” Saraya flicked her eyes up toward Adron to catch his gaze. Their emerald hue had been doused in a deep shade of amethyst. “Where do we start, Master Malvern?”

 

[Adron Malvern]

C R Y S T A L​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

Master Malvern.

The words had never before sounded so wonderful, so seductive. The King looked to his lover with a small smile forming at his lips. He enjoyed the ways she called him master and it was quite apparent. His hand came up to caress her cheek, marveling at the pure orbs of amethyst that gazed back at him. The unique coloration of corruption in his eyes was something he'd never before seen in another, not even his greatest apprentice had shown such an aptitude to meld with his presence in the darkness. Not even his former wife was so touched by the Dark Side of the Force.

Adron turned his mind from the color of her eyes and instead gestured for her to sit at the edge of the water, placed before the metallic components on the white towel.

So the lesson began.

To begin the Sith Lord took time to explain the numerous pieces and components that made up a Lightsaber. It did not take long before the Sith Lord had instructed Saraya on the basics of crafting a fully functional single-blade lightsaber. He came to sit across from the woman, smiling softly as his hand waved over the component before him. "All of these parts can be found and bought for rather cheap in many markets across the galaxy/ There is only one true piece that is essential and unique to the blade."

His hand rose, tapping the necklace that was so beautifully wrapped around Saraya's neck. "The crystal. A source of power unlike no other. It is the heart of your blade and this blade is the heart of the Dark Side of the Force."

"Now, using the components here. Form the blade you will use to connect yourself with the Dark Side of the Force. Form your Queensaber."​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

C R A F T​

T A G | Adron Malvern

When it came to Adron, Saraya missed nothing. She rather relished in the enjoyment that spread over his face when she spoke. A flicker of her own excitement was reflected in the doe-eyed look that spread over her expression. Leaning into the tender touch he placed upon her cheek, Saraya made a mental note of his quiet delight for later use.

Her gaze finally left his when he directed her to sit before the components.

Once again, she eagerly did his bidding and sat directly in front of the towel. The white against black was almost blinding, but that was quickly forgotten about when she focused her attention on the individual pieces. Adron dove into the intricacies of lightsaber crafting, Saraya hung on his every word. Each one like a drop of the ebony liquid they sat in front of. Each one, she drank hungrily, adding to her own pool of shadow.

Though she had not expected it to be easy, there was a lot to take into account. By the time Adron had finished Saraya let out a quiet sigh. She had the intention of feeling overwhelmed, but when she looked from the components to Adron, she caught his smile. How could she be overwhelmed with an infinite source of love, passion and power sitting just two feet away from her? She had promised him that weakness was not in her repertoire, and that was true. The only irony lay in the fact that it had become true the moment he had entered her life.

There was somewhat of a pout on her face when Adron motion to the jewellery around her neck. She had become rather attached to it in recent weeks. Even the thought of it caused the brand beneath to burn uncomfortably. Adron had said that her lightsaber would be an extension of her arm, but the crystal had already become an extension of her heart. She nibbled her lower lip softly but said nothing until Adron coaxed her to begin.

“Queensaber?” She asked, with the flicker of a smile on her face. “That has an awfully nice ring to it.” There was a brief flourish of pride in her face which she displayed confidently before beginning her task.

She did not lean forward to pick up the pieces by hand. Instead, she closed her eyes and sunk her concentration into using the force. Adron had been the one to bestow these abilities on her, so it was the emotion she felt for him that made it almost easy to control. Especially in the depths of the ebony pool’s power. The first few components shuddered against the towel. Once they had risen Saraya’s view, she flicked open her eyes again. Her amethyst gaze followed each one as they drifted slowly through the air, as elegantly as they had danced the night of their first meeting.

Every time a part clicked into place, echoing from the marble walls, Saraya squirmed in her spot to demonstrate her excitement. If it had been satisfying when Adron had drowned her in the dark side, then using it was incomparable. By the time it came to inserting the crystal, Saraya was almost breathless with exhilaration. The hands that had rested neatly upon her thighs had clawed light scratches across the surface of her flesh. Her chest fell and rose in a rhythmic pattern until a flash of dark purple caught her gaze.

Glancing down to the crystal nestled against her brand, Saraya finally peeled her fingers from her legs to undo the silver clasp that kept it there. It slid down the middle of her chest, before landing neatly in the centre of her palm. She took a steadying breath to quell the beating of her heart. The mark upon her flesh ached, which made her draw her stare up. From the crystal to Adron.

With little thought to her actions, she crawled forward slowly to nestle herself between his legs. As she settled her back against his chest, one of her fingers curled mid-air to coax the hilt of her newly crafted saber to her free hand. It fell into her waiting clutch with a satisfying weight to it, but her gaze was not on the hilt. Nor was on it the crystal. Saraya had turned her waist slightly to face Adron.

“If this saber is to be an extension of my power, then you are as vital to it as the crystal.” Her sweet voice whispered to him in nubile tones. She sunk her weight into him a little more as the hand holding the crystal rose until it rested in his. “Whatever form it may be in, my heart will always be yours.” An unbearable heat flared suddenly in the centre of her palm, but it only lasted long enough to melt away the silver chain that had bound the crystal to her neck. It fell away in molten red drops, leaving thin streaks of burned flesh across her hand. Saraya let out a shuddering sigh, and with it came a wave of pain and pleasure.

When the last flecks of silver had fallen and solidified against the marble tiles, Saraya tilted her hand till the crystal slipped into Adron’s. “Show me how.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

L I G H T S A B E R​

Tags: Saraya Arenais ​

The King smiled warmly at his lover's words. Saraya was anxious and prepared to present her finished lightsaber to her King, her Master, her Husband. The thought made his lips curl into another smile as his hands wrapped around hers. The crystal within was warm and deep inside it had a pulse that the King could feel as if it was his own heart. He closed his eyes softly, bending down to where his lips teasingly brushed against hers before he allowed a soft, loving kiss shared between the two. When he pulled back he spoke softly. "Can you feel that?" He asked, squeezing her hand ever so softly to indicate he was speaking of the crystal.

"It is bound to you through the Dark Side of the Force. It will respond to your emotions and obey your commands." He promised her. "Now we will join it to the lightsaber." He held his hand out for the hilt she had constructed. It was a beautifully built weapon. The hilt had been a proper size and every component was perfectly in place. Adron nodded approvingly before releasing the blade. "Perfectly done." He told Saraya. The lightsaber slowly began to hover above the two, spinning softly. With an unseen command from the Force, the lightsaber began to dismantle into several different basic pieces. Each of these pieces began to revolve around a center point, a point that Adron gestured to.

"Join your crystal to the lightsaber." He instructed her. Although Saraya may not have been aware of it, it was not his power that was compelling the pieces to spin above their heads as they did.

When Saraya would join the crystal to the lightsaber, Adron would smile at the sight. The pieces of the lightsaber steadily clicked together, slowly joining back into a single device. When all that was left but either side of the lightsaber, they too would join with the crystal in the center.

The weapon slowly descended down to Saraya's hands and the King's hands fell to the small of his back.

"Very well done." He commended her. The King's lightsaber flew to his waiting palm, immediately activating the amethyst blade before his eyes set upon Saraya.

"Would you like to test your blade, my love?" He brought his lightsaber out to the side in a waiting stance, his body turned side faced as he kept his off hand behind his back.​