Lady Sybella had been back at the Wayrest court for a few weeks now and she was settling into her usual routine. That mostly consisted of bedding Emeric but she was also the lady of misrule which she had turned into a title for herself from the nasty rumors that seemed to always follow her in the castle.
Lady Sybella had been back at the Wayrest court for a few weeks now and she was settling into her usual routine. That mostly consisted of bedding Emeric but she was also the lady of misrule which she had turned into a title for herself from the nasty r... fanfiction stories
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Some more Sybella and Emeric. Part 3

Lady Sybella had been back at the Wayrest court for a few weeks now and she was settling into her usual routine. That mostly consisted of bedding Emeric but she was also the lady of misrule which she had turned into a title for herself from the nasty rumors that seemed to always follow her in the castle.

Lady of Misrule translated as the mistress of ceremonies which meant while she was at the castle she basically planned every party that was held there and of course since she was back that meant quite a few. Sybella had been wealthy her entire life so she knew how best to spend it when it came to grand affairs.

Tapestries hanging from the walls, turning the castle into a work of art. Massive amounts of the most gorgeous food you could imagine and of course the best wine money could buy. It was her first planned event in months marking her return and that of Emeric’s brother Nathaniel arriving to visit so it had to be spectacular.

While in her rooms, deciding what cloth her gown should be made out of, a familiar set of arms wrapped around her waist. “Which one, darling?” She asked Emeric for his opinion. He too enjoyed fine things so he considered her request seriously. “The blue I think.” His voice was close to her ear. “Not that you could look bad in anything.”

“Flattery. Definitely a strong suit of yours.” She said as she selected the blue fabric from the tailor. “This one, please.” The tailor nodded and left the room. “It’s not lost on me that every color suits me. I simply wish to look my absolute best for tonight. It’s my unofficial welcome back party after all.”

“That you’ve masqueraded as a party for my brother, clever girl.” He replied. “Nathaniel never carried for big parties.” “No, but he adores me so he will enjoy it nonetheless.” Sybella turned so she could wrap her arms around Emeric’s neck, pulling them closer. “Ah yes, I’m sure he is jealous that I got to you first.”

“You didn’t get me darling. I choose you. Never forget that honor.” He gave her a hungry smile as he began to kiss her jawline. “How on Nirn could I?” He spoke between kisses. Their passion quickly began to build as was usual for them and soon he had picked her up and placed her on the table that was in her study.

“There’s one very obvious reason why I am using your brothers visit to mask my own party.” She spoke into his ear with a raspy whisper. “Your Queen does not approve of throwing parties in my honor.” She bit his earlobe causing him to harden between her thighs. “I’m sure there are a great many things that she doesn’t approve of where you are concerned my love.”

“Oh I would certainly hope so.” She laughed a little as he raised the hem of her dress. This was a constant for when she first arrived at court. She and Emeric could not get enough of each other and all the whispers around them and all the negative cruel words people spat as she walked by only fueled her passion to take him whenever she pleased.

And take him she did. The table, the floor, the bed. Thankfully she still had a few hours to rest before she had to get ready for the party. She lay tangled in covers as Emeric put his clothes back on. He was an older gentleman with silver hair and a matching beard but his form remained strong like a warrior. Something she admired about him along with his incredible political savvy.

He was a good king, a good man, an excellent lover....and yet Sybella was not sure that she loved him or that they loved each other. Their arrangement had always been a measure of security. As long as he was king she was guaranteed to have her trading company to be the highest used in the Covenant and in return he had one of the best ambassadors he had ever seen and an excellent lover. It was a win win.

But love? Sybella had been abused by love before. She much preferred pleasure. That as far as she knew was more satisfying and hurt less. “I suppose you will shoo me away so you can get ready now?” Emeric sat on the corner of the bed while putting his boots on. “I want you to be as surprised as everyone when you see how amazing I look.”

She placed her foot on his shoulder, running her toes up into his hair. He turned and grabbed it and kissed her ankle. “I can’t wait, love. You never disappoint.” And with that he left. A servant hurried in with wine as soon as the King disappeared. With the sheets wrapped around her she stood and grabbed the goblet.

“Thank you darling. Send for my hairdresser would you?” The servant bowed and scurried off. Sybella laid out on her chaise and sipped the delicious honeyed wine, excited for what the rest of the evening would bring.

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