[They've been lovers for years, long before he ever married someone else, and that was really nothing but a small bump in the road because it's just a marriage in name and both he and his new queen know it. Raleigh's done the bare minimum there he had to, consummated it, showed proof for everyone to see and went right back to his mistress.
Except Mako's more than a mistress. She's his bodyguard, his adviser, his closest friend, the woman he loves. The only reason he married his queen at all was because his country needed the alliance and that was her father's terms. Marry her, make her a queen and they would stop fighting, would work together as a united front against the kaiju and that was desperately needed.
It's not really uncommon for kings to have mistresses, maybe it's a little odd to be so devoted to the same one, to not be interested in anyone else, even his wife. Raleigh hasn't spared much thought or time for heir making and can you blame him, really, why would anyone want to leave a bed with Mako in it. He's made her as comfortable as he can though, set his new queen up in another set of rooms across the castle, lets her decorate it with whatever she wants, gives her free reign of what servants and ladies she wants attending her, doesn't control her movements through the castle. She can live her life and he will continue with his, the way it was before.
He doesn't think anything of it when Mako smirks suddenly and loops her arms around his neck tighter, urging him on, faster, harder because that's Mako, she knows what she wants and how to get it and he will gladly give it to her. At least not until they're done and she doesn't relinquish her hold on him, kisses him like she wants to go again already and she's still smirking.]
[ A part of Mako wants to say that he's gotten into her, all impressive inches of him -- and the words are on her tongue, but she doesn't say it, she doesn't need to, when she makes it obvious anyway. But see, the thing is that Mako has never been a selflessly giving person; no, she could never stand to watch the man she loves go to another woman.
She's fierce, she's unforgiving, she's possessive and territorial and she would give her life for Raleigh in a heartbeat if it means that he lives. He's the light of her life, the reason she's here; and if the courtiers are resenting that she's captured the King's attentions for years, managing to hold it the way no other woman can, then they can go ahead to stew in their own jealousy.
It's an open secret, the fact that the two of them are longtime lovers -- his cadre of advisors and officials knew when Raleigh took her virginity in his bed; there was blood on the sheets and a rosy radiance on the King's cheeks that had charmed more than its fair share of fair maidens at the court, but perhaps Raleigh's wit and beauty is also his greatest cruelty: his heart belongs only to Mako.
His Queen, Naomi, has her own chambers at the other end of the castle -- and it was clear that beyond the cursory consummation that was required of every king and their wives, he had no interest in her.
But then when Mako pulls Raleigh into her arms as they tumble into bed and he moves inside her, she catches sight of the pale face behind him, the way the colour bleeds from his queen's face and for a moment, her guilt blossoms; but then she remembers Naomi's manipulations, the demon that lay beneath that seemingly angelic visage; she remembers her callousness and her intent to monopolise Raleigh, and she smiles over his shoulder.
Raleigh isn't any the wiser, but Mako feels a burst of possessiveness, of fierce pleasure when she could finally show the queen how it's Mako that inspires his wildest passions, that it's her that he makes love to in his bed, night after night; that she might be his queen in name but Mako is the one true queen of his heart.
She arches in pleasure when Naomi turns to leave, the sounds of their pleasure ringing in her ears, carnal but heartfelt, and a part of Mako knows that reprisal would be swift in coming. Still, the fact that Raleigh gives her exactly what she wants is a heady intoxication, and when it's over, she's rolling him over on his side, tangling her limbs with his before she kisses him, bright-eyed and mischievous.
Mako might be a knight, but her years with him have taught her how to be a temptress, too, and she murmurs. ] You're mine, aren't you, my Lord?
[If he hadn't met Mako first, there's a chance he would've been content with his queen, more loyal, been a better husband to her really. He knows that he's awful at it, tries to make up for it in different ways but really, at the end of the day-- he doesn't want Naomi. He doesn't see her the same way, he doesn't love her like that.
Line up her and Mako side by side and his queen just pales compared to his knight.
Raleigh kisses her now, running his hand over her hair, curling his fingers along her chin. Does she really even have to ask him that? He's been hers for longer than they've been lovers, drawn her to like a moth to the flame and the fact that she sleeps in his bed now instead of one in the corner isn't what keeps him bound to her.]
[ Mako leans into his touch, sensuous and shameless about it -- Mako enjoys the warmth of his hand and it shows. Smiling and pleased at the attention he lavishes on her, she contemplates telling him the reason why she'd been smirking, why she'd asked him to go faster, harder (then again, she does that from time to time when she's in a mood).
Mako is contemplative; she knows what she means to him -- and he means the world to her, what they have is stronger than any vow that binds him to his wife, and right here, right now, isn't this proof? She's the one in his bed, the one with his heart in her hands. ]
I'm yours. [ She responds to the kiss sweetly, her tongue flickering against his -- she makes him a promise, forever and always, and she murmurs after a pause. ] She was here, just now. She came in and saw us.
[He pulls away from her a little, just so he can look towards the door, like he still expects his queen to be there, watching them, intruding on his space and time with Mako. She's not but he's still... irritated that she came here at all, especially without any warning or announcing herself and he can only imagine what she came to his quarters in the middle of the night for.
Raleigh looks back at her, shaking his head a little. He knows that Mako is possessive and protective of what's hers but he didn't realize it went that far, to kind of rub the queen's face on it.]
[ Mako is possessive, she's territorial, and as far as she's concerned, Raleigh belongs to her -- but it's obvious what she'd been here in the night for, hadn't she? It had been established that she had her own chambers and he had his, and Mako hadn't actually believed the rumour that she intended to turn up at his chambers unannounced until it actually happened.
It had only been a coincidence that she had turned up the way she did, and when Raleigh pulls back from her, she responds. ] You were busy, and I didn't want you to stop.
[ A beat. ] She was looking to have you for the night.
[Raleigh hadn't heard of these rumors, or else he would've dissuaded her before she ever came here. He doesn't hide that he's more interested in Mako but he doesn't really want to rub his queen's face in it, at least makes an effort when they're in public to not flaunt Mako around.
He rolls his eyes a little, not at Mako but because yeah. He knows what Naomi was doing here, and he runs a hand along Mako's leg absentmindedly.]
I'll talk to her in the morning. [Because Raleigh's a little selfish too, he's not about to get up, put his clothes back on and leave Mako to deal with it right now.]
[ It's equal parts selfishness and wisdom, perhaps -- because words spoken in the heat of the moment are always regretted, and Mako might not like the queen, but she's not that cruel.
Feeling the way his fingers dance up her bare leg, she shifts closer, drapes her leg over his waist again because Raleigh's right, that first time; she does want to go again. Eventually. ]
[A smile flickers over his face when she moves her leg around him, and he keeps running his hand along her leg. They most likely will go another round tonight but in a little while. He likes lying there and talking to Mako nearly as much.]
That she's not welcome here unannounced. She has her own chambers for a reason and that's to avoid moments like this.
[ Mako settles happily, just as content to be talking to him, when she pulls the covers over the both of them in order to keep the night chill out. Basking under his attentions, she traces little patterns over his chest as she contemplates his words. ]
[That-- was certainly something Raleigh wasn't expecting her to say. Since he can't fathom how his queen is in love with him when they've barely interacted. Sitting beside her at court, during feasts, that hardly counts.
So he's making a face at that, running his fingers up her side slowly.]
She hardly knows me. If anything, she was here to get pregnant.
[ That's because Raleigh doesn't know his way around a woman's heart the way Mako does. He doesn't know the possible effect he has on a woman -- that she doesn't need to know him to fall in love with him.
Mako shudders in pleasure, before she reaches out to cup his face in her hands. ]
[It might be hard to believe but Raleigh didn't spend much time winning over the ladies of the court before Mako. When Yancy was still alive, he laughed easier, he smiled back when a pretty woman smiled at him and he wasn't a blushing virgin when they tumbled into bed together, but when he inherited the crown, he changed and he wasn't interested in gathering women to keep his bed warm just for the sake of it.]
Keep me? I didn't think she had me to begin with. Or that I'm a prize to be won.
[ Mako is silent for a moment, aware of his temperament, of what he is like now that his brother's gone and he's inherited the throne. She's heard rumors and tales -- how embellished they are, she doesn't know, but it doesn't matter. She knows him now, and she knows that he doesn't suffer a woman's affections idly. ]
You're not. It's a figure of speech. [ She exhales. ] She knows you need an heir to the throne. Even if I give you a son, the best he'll be is a bastard.
[Raleigh's hand moves to her belly when she says that, thumbing along her navel. Half the reason he married his queen is because he needs an heir, and yet here he still is, with Mako, not trying to make an heir on Naomi and life is spinning on much the same as it did before the wedding.]
[ Mako's breath catches when his thumb smooths along her navel; there's a sweet intimacy in the way he touches her, always, and she can't help but wish that he'd put a son inside her, that she could at least bear him one -- not to keep Raleigh, but to know what he would be like as a father.
Her hand comes to rest lightly over his, and she leans over to kiss him softly, sweetly. ]
I don't care for that. [ the throne, as far as she's concerned, is a burden -- better that her son stays away from it. ] Even if you were not king, I would love to bear your child.
[It's not through a lack of trying that they haven't had any children before now, maybe it's just not meant to be. He'd love to have a son by her, or even a daughter so long as their baby had her smile and her fierceness.]
You wouldn't be able to fight when pregnant, you know.
[ And what about him? Mako wants their child to inherit his traits, too -- his stubbornness, the adorable dimples that show up in his cheeks when he smiles, the warm, kind crinkle of his eyes when he's happy. She adores him, loves him enough to want his children just because.
Mako smirks and straightens, propping herself up on her elbows to meet his eyes. She can totally still kick ass while she's pregnant, just watch. ]
You've been raised around too many ladies, sire, and not enough warriors.
[ It would be so easy to believe it, to fantasize about it; that she would one day bear his son, and it doesn't matter whether he is legitimised -- Mako doesn't want her son to inherit the throne.
She frowns, leaning to return the kiss, her hand pressing gently over his chest, smoothing over muscles. ]
[He shrugs a little. It's not as if he's making any progress on making an heir with his queen, especially after tonight because he's irritated with her and that's not very conducive to... making a child with her.]
Let's worry about it if and when it happens. I haven't any children to be concerned about right now.
[ Mako doesn't envy the queen tomorrow -- and perhaps it's a stroke of bad luck, to be smitten with a king who doesn't want very much to do with her, and Mako finds herself sympathising despite herself. The queen might be haughty and manipulative in the most underhanded ways, but still.
She runs her fingers through Raleigh's hair. ]
Yes, of course. Meanwhile, you should be concerned about your hair. It's getting longer.
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[They've been lovers for years, long before he ever married someone else, and that was really nothing but a small bump in the road because it's just a marriage in name and both he and his new queen know it. Raleigh's done the bare minimum there he had to, consummated it, showed proof for everyone to see and went right back to his mistress.
Except Mako's more than a mistress. She's his bodyguard, his adviser, his closest friend, the woman he loves. The only reason he married his queen at all was because his country needed the alliance and that was her father's terms. Marry her, make her a queen and they would stop fighting, would work together as a united front against the kaiju and that was desperately needed.
It's not really uncommon for kings to have mistresses, maybe it's a little odd to be so devoted to the same one, to not be interested in anyone else, even his wife. Raleigh hasn't spared much thought or time for heir making and can you blame him, really, why would anyone want to leave a bed with Mako in it. He's made her as comfortable as he can though, set his new queen up in another set of rooms across the castle, lets her decorate it with whatever she wants, gives her free reign of what servants and ladies she wants attending her, doesn't control her movements through the castle. She can live her life and he will continue with his, the way it was before.
He doesn't think anything of it when Mako smirks suddenly and loops her arms around his neck tighter, urging him on, faster, harder because that's Mako, she knows what she wants and how to get it and he will gladly give it to her. At least not until they're done and she doesn't relinquish her hold on him, kisses him like she wants to go again already and she's still smirking.]
What's gotten into you?
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She's fierce, she's unforgiving, she's possessive and territorial and she would give her life for Raleigh in a heartbeat if it means that he lives. He's the light of her life, the reason she's here; and if the courtiers are resenting that she's captured the King's attentions for years, managing to hold it the way no other woman can, then they can go ahead to stew in their own jealousy.
It's an open secret, the fact that the two of them are longtime lovers -- his cadre of advisors and officials knew when Raleigh took her virginity in his bed; there was blood on the sheets and a rosy radiance on the King's cheeks that had charmed more than its fair share of fair maidens at the court, but perhaps Raleigh's wit and beauty is also his greatest cruelty: his heart belongs only to Mako.
His Queen, Naomi, has her own chambers at the other end of the castle -- and it was clear that beyond the cursory consummation that was required of every king and their wives, he had no interest in her.
But then when Mako pulls Raleigh into her arms as they tumble into bed and he moves inside her, she catches sight of the pale face behind him, the way the colour bleeds from his queen's face and for a moment, her guilt blossoms; but then she remembers Naomi's manipulations, the demon that lay beneath that seemingly angelic visage; she remembers her callousness and her intent to monopolise Raleigh, and she smiles over his shoulder.
Raleigh isn't any the wiser, but Mako feels a burst of possessiveness, of fierce pleasure when she could finally show the queen how it's Mako that inspires his wildest passions, that it's her that he makes love to in his bed, night after night; that she might be his queen in name but Mako is the one true queen of his heart.
She arches in pleasure when Naomi turns to leave, the sounds of their pleasure ringing in her ears, carnal but heartfelt, and a part of Mako knows that reprisal would be swift in coming. Still, the fact that Raleigh gives her exactly what she wants is a heady intoxication, and when it's over, she's rolling him over on his side, tangling her limbs with his before she kisses him, bright-eyed and mischievous.
Mako might be a knight, but her years with him have taught her how to be a temptress, too, and she murmurs. ] You're mine, aren't you, my Lord?
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Line up her and Mako side by side and his queen just pales compared to his knight.
Raleigh kisses her now, running his hand over her hair, curling his fingers along her chin. Does she really even have to ask him that? He's been hers for longer than they've been lovers, drawn her to like a moth to the flame and the fact that she sleeps in his bed now instead of one in the corner isn't what keeps him bound to her.]
As much as you're mine.
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Mako is contemplative; she knows what she means to him -- and he means the world to her, what they have is stronger than any vow that binds him to his wife, and right here, right now, isn't this proof? She's the one in his bed, the one with his heart in her hands. ]
I'm yours. [ She responds to the kiss sweetly, her tongue flickering against his -- she makes him a promise, forever and always, and she murmurs after a pause. ] She was here, just now. She came in and saw us.
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[He pulls away from her a little, just so he can look towards the door, like he still expects his queen to be there, watching them, intruding on his space and time with Mako. She's not but he's still... irritated that she came here at all, especially without any warning or announcing herself and he can only imagine what she came to his quarters in the middle of the night for.
Raleigh looks back at her, shaking his head a little. He knows that Mako is possessive and protective of what's hers but he didn't realize it went that far, to kind of rub the queen's face on it.]
And you didn't stop me?
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It had only been a coincidence that she had turned up the way she did, and when Raleigh pulls back from her, she responds. ] You were busy, and I didn't want you to stop.
[ A beat. ] She was looking to have you for the night.
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He rolls his eyes a little, not at Mako but because yeah. He knows what Naomi was doing here, and he runs a hand along Mako's leg absentmindedly.]
I'll talk to her in the morning. [Because Raleigh's a little selfish too, he's not about to get up, put his clothes back on and leave Mako to deal with it right now.]
It won't happen again.
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Feeling the way his fingers dance up her bare leg, she shifts closer, drapes her leg over his waist again because Raleigh's right, that first time; she does want to go again. Eventually. ]
What are you going to tell her?
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That she's not welcome here unannounced. She has her own chambers for a reason and that's to avoid moments like this.
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She's in love with you. It's why she was here.
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So he's making a face at that, running his fingers up her side slowly.]
She hardly knows me. If anything, she was here to get pregnant.
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Mako shudders in pleasure, before she reaches out to cup his face in her hands. ]
What better way to keep you? She is your queen.
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Keep me? I didn't think she had me to begin with. Or that I'm a prize to be won.
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You're not. It's a figure of speech. [ She exhales. ] She knows you need an heir to the throne. Even if I give you a son, the best he'll be is a bastard.
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Bastards have been legitimized before.
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Her hand comes to rest lightly over his, and she leans over to kiss him softly, sweetly. ]
I don't care for that. [ the throne, as far as she's concerned, is a burden -- better that her son stays away from it. ] Even if you were not king, I would love to bear your child.
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You wouldn't be able to fight when pregnant, you know.
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Mako smirks and straightens, propping herself up on her elbows to meet his eyes. She can totally still kick ass while she's pregnant, just watch. ]
You've been raised around too many ladies, sire, and not enough warriors.
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Mmmn, and you are getting too bold for your own good. [Raleigh closes the small space between them to kiss her softly.]
I couldn't let you risk what could be my only child.
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She frowns, leaning to return the kiss, her hand pressing gently over his chest, smoothing over muscles. ]
Your only child...?
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Let's worry about it if and when it happens. I haven't any children to be concerned about right now.
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She runs her fingers through Raleigh's hair. ]
Yes, of course. Meanwhile, you should be concerned about your hair. It's getting longer.
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[He hasn't been purposely growing out his hair, more like he's gotten distracted and busy and hasn't thought about it because it hasn't bothered him.]
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[ Mako teases him, cupping the back of his head to guide him to kiss her again. Come on, let's have more kisses, Mako likes kisses. ]
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And you have a problem with that?
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