She was watching him from under the sheet. Her red almost black hair was soft and shone in the early morning light that strained and peeked from behind the blackvelvet curtains. She was the most fair and truly breathtaking creature he had ever seen. Even the pixies, nymphs and high elves could not match her astounding beauty. She was not an elf he ears were round at top, it was something he found gorgious in its own way, something that further distinguished her from the common or vulgar scenery he was forced to place his eyes on when she was not next to him. He enjoyed and rejoiced in their beauty before he met her but it was like they were all grey and only she was in color.
Stroking the white blonde hair of a young woman elf, a servant in the Crimson palace, she spoke a voice wrapped in velvet and dipped in honey. "Hyrule is the most wonderful place I have ever visited. Such beauty and pristine serenity of you elven people. Its refreshing." She said such things often.
she was obsessed with the virtue of beauty having many of the household servants replaced with more attractive servants. She even bestowed her gift upon some she felt were the most attractive, a gift of beauty that would wash over them. Their skin became like hers, porcelian and pristine. Their eyes became like hers, cool and inviting. They were like here but still faded to her glory. He did wonder if her obsession and gifts with beauty may violate the virtue of temperance, yet it was so intoxicating it could not be wrong.
"Tell me about the other places you've been."She had arrived in the high mountains of Hyrule a year ago. She did not come alone, her protector Tyros seemed totally devoted to her. And a collection of men who were perfectly blended and harmonious with the wolf spirit. They met shortly after that and he was mesmorized by her from the begining. He invited he to join his court so that he could learn of the other lands and be increased by her obvious virtues.
She sat up shifting the silk sheets and turned to look out the window her hair cascading down her back. "Why would you want to hear about the other places I've been? Nothing compares to here. None of them compare to you."
"The virtue of Truth invites us to learn all we can. For the virtue of Wisdom demands truth to fully develop and manifest in a man. Besides, nothing here compares to you there must be others like you."
Smiling the smile that warmed a heart and caused a man to lose all his walls and defenses, "You truly are amazing. There are no others like me. I am unique." Her eyes went distant and filled with sadness as if she were looking into the face of despair. She mouthed the word derick and continued, "How does someone like you love someone like me?" A begining of a tear begin to grow in her right eye like the dew on the leaves of the yellow lilly in the morning.
He rushed to her side unable to bear the sight or her in pain. "Don't say that my precious, my love. You can do no wrong.. .I am the Crimson Prince I say who is guilty and who is innocent, I pronounce you virtuous."
The door openned with a strong and attractive young woman on the other side. Her eyes fell on Tatyana and the speech seemed stolen from her mouth. It happenned oftern when anyone looked on her, she seems to simply overpower them with her stunning auroa. "Come out with it servant." The Crimson prince barked upset that someone dare interupt so tender a moment, and jealous that anyone else would see HER when this was suppose to be his time with her.
"We have the Nymph Shire." She said. "She came as summonned."
Tatyanna jumped out of bed and ran to the doorway where the nymph stood in serene silence beauty seeming to roll off of her in waves. Yet those waves were ripples compared to the hurricane that stood only steps from her. The servant reluctantly step out and Tatyana embraced the Nymph. The Nymphs and elves had a good relationship, they both cared for the forest and valued beauty. Hyrule had always valued their close relationship and saw them as the great symbol of natural beauty. Something that could not be made, something pure.
Tatyana violently bit her throat and snapped her neck blood rushing in gushes from the wound. Tatyana's face was painted red and she smiled, motioning to the Prince, "Come Derick, drink with me, make her beauty our own."
He stepped towards her ignoring the fact she called him ny another name and took her hand. Then they kneeled down together and drank the blood of beauty incarnate. Surely this would raise his virtue.
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