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Telling Talen	By : Nathalia Category: A through F > The Elenium Views: 7288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Danae tells Talen her true identity. Dark!Talen. Extreme OOC-ness.

Telling Truth
Danae, Crown Princess of Elenia, only child and heir of Queen Ehlana and Prince Sparhawk, paced in her room, thinking of the best way to deal with the present dilemma.
The problem was, Queen Ehlana had been made barren when she was poisoned just after becoming queen.
The Styric Child-Goddess, Aphrael, had taken matters into her own hands and caused herself to be reborn as Princess Danae.
Now she faced a problem. She had decided a long time a go that she would marry Talen, the street-thief-turned-knight who had caught her heart.
Talen was the illegitimate son of Prince Sparhawk’s first Squire, Kurik. However, he had raised himself on the streets as a pickpocket and self-taught artist.
After Kurik had been killed, however, Sparhawk had taken Talen and his brothers to become novices in the order of the Church Knights. Talen had been very reluctant to do so, preferring to remain as he had before. Once he had become a novice, however he had quickly excelled, surpassing others of his age group.
Now Danae had to decide how to tell Talen that she had been lying to him for so many years and that she was not the Princess of Elenia, but the Child-Goddess of Styricum.
Finally, she settled on a private audience with him, preferably with no one else around. Maybe a ride with him as her escort. The Queen and Prince Consort would be going on a tour for a few days, leaving Danae behind. Yes, this would be a good opportunity to tell him the truth.
Talen, novice Church Knight, had a feeling that something was wrong.
He had grown up on the streets, and learned to trust his instincts in an unknown situation. Now his instincts were telling him that Crown Princess Danae was disturbed about something, and it was not good.
Danae was nervous. When she had asked Talen to accompany her on a ride, she had gotten a feeling that he knew something was wrong. The fact that she would soon have to tell him that she had been lying to him for years did not make things any better.
By the time they stopped to eat and rest the horses, Danae was almost fidgeting with nervousness. They had ridden in silence, and she was ready to scream if it would help release some of the tension.
Lunch was also quiet, broken by snatches of uncomfortable conversation.
Finally, Danae decided to just say it. “Talen?”
He looked up at her. “Yes, your Highness?”
How would she say this? “Have you ever thought that I was strange for an Elene? That I acted more Styric than anything?”
He frowned. “On occasion, yes. But the Queen and her family have had more to do with Styrics than most.”
She could not meet his eyes, toying with a blade of grass. “Not quite. One of the properties of Dareism is that on the rare occasion that the victim does survive, they would be rendered infertile. Queen Ehlana needed an heir, so I persuaded the Elene god to allow me to be reborn as her child.”
Talen raised an eyebrow. “I’m afraid I don’t follow what you are saying, Princess.”
This was it. “Princess Danae is only one of my incarnations. I am Aphrael. You have also known me as Flute.”
Talen looked at her. “It is not nice to play tricks on people like this, Princess. You are too old for it.”
This was even more difficult than Danae had imagined it could be. “I allowed myself to be reborn as Danae so that Elenia would have an heir and so I could keep an eye on Sparhawk and the others.”
He gave her a flat glare. “I don’t believe you.”
She began to loose her temper. “I thought you deserved to know, Talen! I decided to tell you because I didn’t want secrets between us!”
He folded his arms, scowling. “Prove it then. I still don’t believe you.”
Danae scowled back, shifting first to Flute, then to her true form, that of an impossibly beautiful young woman, though she was careful to wear something so she was not completely naked. She reached out to touch his cheek, unleashing a dazzling smile, hoping that he would forgive her. “Talen, I love you. I had to tell you at some point.”
Instead of forgiving her like he was supposed to, Talen moved like a striking snake, grabbing her arms and yanking her forward, claiming her mouth in a rough kiss. She struggled and managed to break away as he snarled “Is that what you wanted? You toy with our lives then expect me to just accept this?”
Things were not working out as she had hoped they would. Aphrael tried to struggle free from Talen, who only tightened his hold on her, reaching up to grip the back of her head and kissing her again.
There was no love or gentleness in his touch or actions. She managed to free herself long enough to gasp a question. “Talen, what are you…why are you doing this?” She was not even sure if she wanted to hear the answer to that question.
His voice was cold. “You said that you loved me. I want to see if you were lying again, like you did ever since you were born.”
One hand reached for the ties on her robe as the other slid up her thigh. Aphrael froze, hardly believing that this could be happening. She should have known better than to show him her true form. Sparhawk had warned her that something like this might happen if anyone saw her.
Her father had been right, she thought absently as something began to press against her abdomen. Talen was furious, and as Sparhawk had warned, could not control his reaction to her.
All further thought was cut off as her robe came off and she shivered in the autumn wind.
Talen snarled to himself. Why should she shiver? If Danae was a goddess, she should be immune to the elements.
He could feel himself straining against his leggings. If she had just been Flute he would have been fine. But no, she had to revert to her true form and wave something irresistible in his face.
He saw Aphrael open her mouth, probably to scream or say something to try and stop him. He cut her off, placing his mouth over hers as roughly as possible and forcing his tongue inside to plunder her mouth.
Aphrael squirmed to get free as Talen’s hands started to wander, ignoring how her writhing only excited certain parts of him more.
Talen spun the goddess in his arms, her shoulders pressing against his chest. She tried to escape as he traced her breasts, and moved to the rest of her perfect body, twining his legs with hers and forcing them open.
He pulled her long hair, arching her backwards to claim her protesting lips as she tried to escape.
Growing up on the streets had given Talen exceptionally quick reflexes, which his training as a knight had only honed even sharper. He abruptly rose, dragging her with him, then shoved her to the ground, driving the air from her lungs. Aphrael gasped for breath as she saw Talen disrobe, scrambling to her feet and trying to make a run for safety.
Talen caught her around the waist and threw her against the tree that they had been eating under. Barely seconds later he was in front of her, pinning her wrists over her head with one large hand and forcing her up onto her toes. The other hand darted to between her legs, probing viciously at her entrance.
Aphrael squirmed against his hold, feeling her traitorous body respond to his touch. Talen moved his hand from between her legs to grip her thigh, yanking it to his waist as he pulled her wrists higher, forcing her to lean against him for balance when he thrust his hips toward the goddess, impaling her and covering her mouth with his, swallowing her screams of pain.
Aphrael could not believe how much it hurt. It felt as though she was being ripped apart, torn in two by an unstoppable force. She tried to struggle, but stopped as the action sent barbs of pain tearing through her. She tried to relax her muscles, easing the strain as Talen jerked the leg around his waist even higher, pulling out almost entirely.
Aphrael dared to hope that this would be the end of it, a hope that was quickly shattered as he thrust back in, making her arch at how deeply he penetrated her. Talen released her lips and leaned down to her chest, taking one of her breasts in his mouth and biting it. She bit back a scream of agony, knowing that it would not help, and would probably hurt.
Talen continued to thrust inside of her, pounding her into submission. It seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, before she felt him swell inside her, followed by the feel of something hot and sticky coursing through her.
Talen pulled out, releasing her. Aphrael fell to her knees, hurting all over.
He put his clothes back on, glancing at her over his shoulder. “The Queen does not know about this, does she?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Tell anyone what happened, and she will find out. In the worst way possible.”
Aphrael knew that he would carry through on his threat. Talen had become a survivor at an early age; he would do what he had to in order to live. She bowed her head as she changed back to Princess Danae. He had a hold over her now, and they both knew it.
Talen whistled for the horses, and they mounted up, returning to the palace.
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