(1310-06-03) Coming to Terms
Summary: Gauge walks in on Aziza and Nazir in a heated argument
RL Date: Jun 3, 2018
Related: None
aziza gauge 

Menekhet Suite - Guest Tower - Ducal Palace

This beautifully appointed room of Ambassador Aziza Nimr spares no expense in luxury as it pays homage to the design and style of traditional boudoir. The large, black double doors are made from solid mahogany wood and are carved on both sides with a trellis of climbing vines and floral work. A small seating area consisting of a sumptuous couch, a high back chair and a small coffee table, is set before the fireplace which provides the room with heat and light during the evening hours.

The wood floors gleam from their high polish finish and are protected by strategically placed area rugs in bold and sensual colors, adding dimension and texture to the room. Between the two large windows that face the courtyard is a small writing desk that is perfect for all of those messengers one might receive at all hours of the night. Towards the back of the room, the focal point of the chambers, is an extravagant bed dressed in all the finery of silk and satin, sure to bring about sweet dreams. There are more pillows piled onto the bed than one person truly needs but that is what makes it look rich and expensive. Pillows for days.

Not far away are two doors that lead to more for this visitor. The first door leads to a luxurious bath complete with a white claw foot tub so deep it seems one could swim in it. With black marble floors, it provides an escape from the cares of the world. Candles line the walls of this room to provide perhaps just light or to provide atmosphere. A large vanity is another focal point of this large bath providing an oval mirror and a large basin to perhaps wash hands and feet. That other door? More sleeping space but less luxurious than the man room. Featuring three full sized beds that are too draped in silks. It is obvious it is meant for perhaps group of retinue or guards but still gives the comforts for one that is of noble blood.


Aziza is currently wrapped up in a robe it seems, though her voice is raised…almost heated. Anyone coming in would she her normally relaxed features marred by a scowl. And who is directed at? Nazir who's standing in front of her closely with is hand on her shoulder. She bats that arm off as she shouts at him in Menekhet only for him to shout back. Meanwhile those other guards are staying the hell out of it it seems. They're standing by the door to the other room but not saying anything. If anything, they're just…listening.

*

What a thing to walk into. Gauge doesn't intrude either once he enters into the guest room he just looks at Nazir and Aziza and then over towards the other guards who just listen but don't get involved. When he sees her bat the arm off and shout though Gauge frowns and folds his arms across his chest. He stays where he is though and doesn't intrude for the time being. "I am going to have to learn this language." He rumbles softly in his gravelly voice. "Should do so anyways… impress the old man."

*

Aziza looks over to that voice as she heard it, knowing instantly who it was. Pursing her lips she moves past Nazir muttering to him….which only garnered the tall man to raise his voice as he speaks to her. Taking a moment, she slowly turns as she stares at him and points to the door that leads out. She scowls then as she watches him actually listen to her and step out. Nazir looks to her but to Gauge, frowning before he says something then continues out the room and slamming the door.

Aziza takes a moment, closing her eyes as she seems to calm herself. "….perhaps I should teach you. Father would be impressed for sure…." She exhales then looks up to him wth a warm smile. "….I'm sorry you had to see that…"

*

"Would it help if I kicked his ass?" Gauge rumbles curiously, "I mean I'm sure that was all about me. Spending time with me. Wanting to go after your attackers, with me." He walks over towards her to close the distance and wraps his arms around her gently to pull her in against him. He smiles playfully though, "He probably thinks he can beat my ass anytime he wants. Thinks I can't protect you." He reaches up to stroke fingers into her hair tenderly.

*

Aziza shakes here head. "…please don't. It's not that serious…." Pursing her lips she looks up at him as she steps closer only to lean against them. Those hands resting on his just she just smiles up at him warmly. "He's just concerned. The fact that I'm going back to where we were attacked….he's…." Sighing she shakes her head. "He and I grew up together….pretty much raised to be there. And yes….I think….he's…." Frowning she glances to the door then. "….slightly jealous. But he will get over it. Its on going argument but oh well…."

*

"He was your primary lover amongst your guards, wasn't he." Gauge rumbles softly, not really in question. "So now he is feeling like he is being replaced and he is trying to cling to you as hard as he can." He continues to stroke fingers through her hair gently. A wry little smile touches his lips, "Can't say I blame him. I'd be upset too if I were in his position but… he had to know that eventually there would be someone else along. That he wouldn't be able to have you to himself for the rest of your life."

*

Aziza look up at him, those kohl lined eyes looking slightly wide. "I…." She purses her lips as she looks down between them and shrugs. "Well when you spend so much time with someone…." Clearing her throat she looks up then with a slight smile. "He knew what he was getting into. He's not of royal or noble blood….whatever he thought was not going to happen." She glances to the door. "I had to keep reminding him that and actually stopped our physical relationship a bit before the trip…." At that she shrugs. "He couldn't anyway. When I take the throne….it's a separate detail….only way he'd be able to keep by my side is if my father decides to promote him."

*

"You grew up together." Gauge rumbles softly, "It's hard to stay rational after all that much time together." He shrugs a little, "I've seen it happen before amongst Captains and people under their command." He doesn't seem upset by the knowledge at all. "It's different now though isn't it… before when you had other lovers… they were just other lovers." He leans down to kiss her forehead gently, "I hope he doesn't become a problem for you, or us…" Looking into her eyes he rests his forehead against hers which means almost going crosseyed, or focusing on one eye over the other. His hands move to roam over her back and then down to her rump to pull her in tight against him. "I am sure you have plans on how to deal with him… but… as an outside observer? Placing hands on you? Yelling at you? He's lost objectivity."

*

Aziza sighs softly as she just closes her eyes. "He will do his job and his duty…." That voice was stern as she says that. "He will do his job or he will be punished. It is simple as that…." Pursing her lips she then gasps as he pulls her closer only to let out a smirk. "…he won't be. He would be fool to incur my wrath. I'm not as docile as I seem…." Looking up at him she smiles a bit. "…and yes…he and I will have a long talk about this behavior. It is unbecoming…and if he doesn't get it in check, I will get him replaced." She then look to the side a bit. "….and yes they were just….other lovers…."

*

"I remember the knife you threatened me with that one time." Gauge rumbles softly with an amused and playful tone of his voice. "I never thought you were docile. If you were docile…" He cups her cheek gently in his calloused hand, "You would not have appealed to me as much at all. Beautiful, yes, and worth sampling… but if you were submissive and docile?" He shakes his head, "You would not have held my interest as you have, would not have been able to make me feel as much as I do." He looks into her eyes, "Wouldn't make me think about children, with you…"

*

Aziza chuckles a bit then. "….oh yes….that…." She laughs a bit then as she shakes here had then. "I can be very much the lady….I was taught that much to blend when I have to. However…." She leans in slowly as she murmurs. "I won't hesitate to slit someone's throat or make them so sick they wish they were dead…." It was almost a purr as she speak but she stopes. Hearing his last words she bites her lower lip in thought. "….Gauge…you….." There was a slight shiver but she chuckles a bit. "….what are you saying?" She was actually blushing this time. "….I think you like to say stuff to make me shut up sometimes….to see if I can."

*

"That's just a nice side effect sometimes, but it never lasts." Gauge rumbles playfully but then he leans back a bit so they can look into each others eyes more easily. His arms both wrap around her after that shiver, "I think you know what I am saying." He tells her in a soft almost purr, "I look at you, and I look at the future I want to have with you." He strokes her back with soft caresses and then slides his hands down to her rump, "One day I want you to be the mother of my children, mother to my heirs. Even if I can't have you as my wife… I would have you as my consort." He smiles wryly, "We talked about that, remember? Consorts can mother or father heirs too…"

*

Aziza chuckles at that comment then nudges him playfully. "Oh shut up…." She laughs but then she hears him speaking of her know what he means. Licking her lips she stares up at him before she nervously bites the bottom lip. There's a pause as she searches his eyes and that smiles tugs at her lips. "And if I can't be your wife….what of your wife?" Chuckling she just shakes her head with a laugh. "Won't she have to give you heirs too?" A wink is given before she leans against him, that playfulness gone as she speaks to him seriously. "I'd be honored…and I'd…love that." She puts a hand to his cheek as she pulls him closer to her. "I want you to be the father of my children….and if it is consorts….I guess we'll just have to beat our political matches to it.."

*

"If I had to get married… then I would have to father children on her as well, but they would be the Heirs of her lands, not mine." Gauge rumbles softly, "Our children would be our Heirs." His voice is serious, intense, his eyes focussed on hers in a way that is beyond what he's normally looking at her. "I would marry you if I could. We'll just have to convince your father of it… or I will be your consort, and you mine. I am not giving you up Aziza, not while I draw breath." He doesn't mind being drawn into her either by that hold on his cheek and he smiles softly, "Tell me what to do to win you. Tell me what I will have to accomplish to please your father. I will do it all. There is nothing I won't do for you… even if it means making you Pharoah so nobody can tell you no." He says fiercely.

*

Aziza stares at him then as she nods. "Which makes sense you'd have to father her children. But…only of her lands…" That's when she watches him again, the intensity of his gaze digging into her soul. There's a deep breath taken as she seems to be trying to find the words. "I won't give you up either….not without a fight….." She just leans into him then as she shakes her head. "Let's get through this trip to Caerdicci….I will prepare a proposal to see how we can do this. Maybe if you can tell me if you can offer Menekhet something…." Shaking her head she puts her fingers to his lips. "Don't say such things. You know I can only be Pharaoh if my father dies….." She shakes her head. "….don't….let's just….be smart about this…"

*

"Most marriage contracts between landed nobles end up that way… one child is heir for one side, then the next for the other." Gauge rumbles softly, "But I would have it worked into the contract that our children would be the heirs to Beaucare, and to Menekhet of course. If you wanted our children to be… otherwise just Beaucare I guess." He looks down into her eyes, "And I can do so, even if we cannot be wed, and we are just consorts… Our children would be ours. They would not be bastards, they would be heirs, destined to rule…" He strokes her hair and then smiles when she puts her finger to his lips and he kisses her fingertip, "I don't think we'll have to get that extreme Aziza… just." He pauses, "I won't let anything stand between us. Anything."

*

Aziza listens to him intently then nods. Licking her lips she exhales a bit then smiles. "And they would not be upset about that? That their children would never be considered an heir to Beaucare? I do not know how these things works here….." A tilt of her head as she watches him. "But yes…I would like our children to be our heirs…." Smiling she winks to him playfully then. "There is no reason to be so extreme. I love my father, Gauge. I know he does what he does because he wants what's best and for me to be a successful ruler. However I am my own woman….I am not a child…." She shakes her head to emphasize this. "Not anymore. If I am to rule, I will do what is best for me and the kingdom. I am also tired of hiding….sick of it but I know it must be for the best." A beat. "And if I have to marry someone for political gain….." She stops. "….either I will not bear their children or….try the same arrangement in regards to them." Sighing she just leans against him. "But enough of that….I think we have said what we needed to…" She looks him over. "….do you wish to sleep here tonight? I can have you a bath drawn here…"

*

"It would be a political arrangement, since you clearly would have my heart." Gauge rumbles softly, "If she were a landed noble, then yes, the children would be part of her family and heir to her position. If she were not landed, then her children would only be heirs if for some reason ours were no longer valid heirs." That's a sad thought, since that's how he ended up being a Baron to begin with. "I can stay. We might want to save the bath for afterwards though." He says playfully and leans down to press his lips to hers in a kiss… that starts off chaste, honest, it just doesn't remain that way for more than a few moments.

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