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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
The next morning, after hugs and good lucks, Tempest and Alaric rode out to the outskirts of Crims on the Bandersnatch. After all the planning was made the White Prince had demanded that he accompany her. To her displeasure, Hatter and Mirana had agreed. So here she sat, gripping Alaric's waist and trying not to notice how his muscles bulged as the Bandersnatch moved.
"This is as close as we dare to get." He called sometime after noon. He pulled the Bandersnatch to a stop and looked around before sliding off his back. Tempest jumped down and helped lead the Bandersnatch into a secluded small clearing. "We'll camp here." Alaric moved a fallen branch to reveal a clear view of the tall pointed red and black towers of Salazen Grum. "I've got a clear view of the west side, which was where you will most likely be."
He turned when she didn't respond to find her digging through her bag. She gave a triumphant cry as she pulled out a dress. "What are you doing?"
"Changing. Turn around." She twirled her finger and gave him a pointed look. When he rolled his eyes and gave her his back Temp reached to pull her top off but thought against it. Quickly she dashed to the other side of the Bandersnatch.
"Are you sure you want to do this Tempest?" Alaric crossed his arms, resisting the urge to turn around.
"For the last time, yes!" She gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes as she changed her cloths. "Quit your worrying, everything is going to be fine." She patted at her cloths before nodding. "What do you think?"
Alaric turned just as she stepped around the Bandersnatch. He felt his jaw drop at the sight of her. She'd changed from her ridding pants and blouse into a short, low cut dress that looked too small. The tank corset/bodice framed her waist and cupped her breasts a little too well and the skirt went to about mid-calf and was hiked up on one side, revealing her thigh. To make it worse, she wasn't wearing an undershirt or stockings.
"You…" he gulped when she untied her hair and ran her fingers through the red locks. He tried again. "You… why are you dressed like that?"
"It's my way into the castle. Hand me your knife, please." She shrugged and held out her hand.
Without thinking he handed her the sharp tool. She took it and began cutting at her skirts then the bodice. But when she took a twig off the ground and was ready to cut her arm with it he stopped her by taking the twig. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Making myself look vulnerable." She replied and snatched the twig back and quickly cut her shoulder with it, then her cheek.
"You're insane." He took the twig back and threw it away.
"Partly but I have a reason for doing this." She huffed and jumped into a small puddle of mud. "You said Jack was a full out pervert. Well, what better way to get close to him then appearing to be a completely vulnerable woman seeking help?"
He paused his rant as he thought about what she said. She did look vulnerable but this was dangerous. "You have no idea what he could do to you. Especially if you provoke him."
"I can take care of myself." She shot back, mixing some mud and leaves in her long beautiful hair. "There, that should do it."
Alaric groaned at the still beautiful sight of her. All he wanted to do was take her to the stream a few yards away, wash away the mud, leaves, and small amount of blood, and make love to her right on the bank. But he knew she was right, she had to go to the Red castle and seduce his sadistic cousin to get their Oraculum back.
He knew this but he wasn't going to let her go without a reminder. When she reached up to mess with her hair again he attacked. He grabbed her arms and pushed her against the closest tree, claiming her mouth. Tempest gasped in surprise but then moaned into his passionate kiss. He molded his mouth over hers and gave a feral grow when she returned his kiss.
The Bandersnatch gave a low grunt and Alaric reluctantly pulled his head back. He kept his body fully pressed against her, causing her to shiver at the feel of his rock hard member pressed into her lower belly.
"A… Alaric?" She managed to pant out, shocked by the desire burning in his brown eyes.
"Do not let him touch you like this." He growled in her ear, running his tongue along the lobe and pressing himself further against her.
Tempest gasped as heat pulled in her belly and she felt herself becoming wet between the legs. "I… I shouldn't be letting you touch me like this."
"Then do something about it." He nipped at her ear, the challenge clear in his voice.
Her mind responded to the challenge like it always did, overriding the intense pleasure the prince was giving her. In less than thirty seconds she had assessed the situation and found at least five ways to break free and hurt him. Very painfully. "Don't make me."
Alaric pulled back with a low chuckle and let her go." Good." He claimed her mouth one more time, causing her head to spin. He was becoming addicted to her and she wasn't far behind.
She groaned and pushed him arm's length away. "You need to stop doing that."
"Can't help myself." He grinned cockily at her. "I'm becoming addicted to your taste."
She blushed and brushed past him, going for her back. Alaric watched as she rummaged through the bag, pulling out a small bottle, a piece of cake, and a dagger. She strapped the dagger to her belt and tucked the bottle and food into hidden pockets at her hips. Then she clapped her hands together and gave a determined nod.
"I'm ready." She turned back to him, shoulders pulled back and eyes flashing with determination.
The prince rubbed his hand over his face before pulling her in for a hug. "You have two days. If I don't hear from you by the third morning, I'm coming in."
"Don't worry." She returned his hug, simply reveling in his warmth. "I'll be fine."
"Be safe." He pulled back and fixed her with a demanding stare.
Tempest smiled up at him, gently cupping his cheek. They stood like that for a long moment, neither wanted to move. Finally Tempest stepped back and headed for the Bandersnatch. She patted its head, laughing when it bumped into her.
"You be good, Bandy." She petted it one more time before looking back at Alaric. "I'll be back in two days."
"Hurry." Was all he could say. She nodded and began her walk to the red castle. Alaric let out a depressed sigh and looked around. He had better set up camp, it was going to be a long two days.
Tempest walked up to the Gothic style castle, eyes taking in the magnificent structure. She stopped her approach as she came to the moat. The water was still red from the blood of the victims tossed in, there were new heads floating and bobbing around. She wrinkled her nose and stepped back, fighting the nausea in her stomach.
"How could anyone do this?" She whispered as the head of a small child drifted by. She gasped and jumped back, tears threatening to fall.
"You there!" A demanding voice called followed by clanging sounds. Temp turned to see two red knights running up to her. She held up her hands when they stopped and pointed their spears at her. "What are you doing?"
"I-I'm sorry. I w-was trying to f-find the gate." She sniffed, making her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I-I came t-to see the red p-prince."
The knights looked at each other then back at her. One of them noticed the knife on her hip. "Hand me you weapon."
Tempest kept up her distressed act and slowly removed the dagger and sheath. She handed it to the knight. "May I get t-that back? It means a lot to me."
The card frowned and hooked the dagger on his belt. Temp gave a delicate sniff and blinked, trying to show more tears. Both of the knights looked at each other again then back at her, feeling sorry for her. "Come with us." One demanded, forcing back his pity.
She nodded and followed the knight around the corner to the drawbridge. The second knight took his place behind her as they walked into Salazen Grum. Tempest looked around the front court yard, shocked at the very green grass and red roses. It was so beautiful. She wanted to go to a rose bush and smell the flowers. Then she noticed that the largest bush was shaped like a woman's head, with a crown made of golden flowers.
"This way." The card behind her poked his spear gently into her.
Temp bit back her retort and followed the cards. It was time to really act scared and defenseless. She would have snorted at the thought of her being defenseless if it wouldn't have given her away. She had to look and act vulnerable. She began to twiddle her fingers and opened her eyes wider as they came up to the castle's front doors that had two foot frogs standing beside them.
Her stomach did a nervous flip as the frogs opened the doors. The guards lead her inside and down the hallway to another set of large doors. These frogs immediately began to open the doors at their approach, revealing a magnificent throne room decorated on reds, blacks, and golds. Her eyes immediately went straight to the black haired man lounging on the high backed, heart shaped red and gold throne. At the sight of him, Tempest began to doubt herself.
While Alaric was tall and well-muscled, this man was no doubt taller and lean. His long face was drawn down in a frown, his fingers stroking at the goatee on his pointed chin and his black eyes were staring down his long nose, out the window. His black hair fell messily down to his shoulders and, she noticed on a closer look, had dark red highlights. Though he was seated Temp could tell his body was lengthy like Alice had described Stayne's was. If it wasn't for the scowl and hard, merciless eyes he might have been handsome.
"Your majesty?" One of the cards called as they went to their knees, dragging Tempest with them.
The man turned to them with a bored expression before his eyes lit with delight when they settled on her. She had to fight the shiver of disgust that wanted to travel down her spine. He spoke in a surprising tenor voice. "What is it?"
The knights stood and gently pushed her forward, as though they didn't want her noticed but they didn't want to lose their heads. "We found this woman sneaking around the castle."
"I wasn't sneaking." Tempest tried to sound scared with her protest. "I was looking for the gate."
The card continued as if she hadn't spoken. "What would you like us to do with her?"
"Why are you here?" Jack asked, never taking his eyes off her disheveled form.
This was it. She put on her best damsel in distress look and spoke in a tear filled voice. "I was hoping to seek solace here, your grace." She gave a low curtsy. "I have been chased from my home in the white kingdom because I refused the White Prince. After my refusal, my aunt wanted nothing to do with me and sent me away. I have nowhere to go. I came here hoping you would take pity on me after what I've gone through."
Jackson of Crims couldn't help but stare at the woman before him. Though she was covered in dirt and leaves, she was breath taking. And he wanted her. What Jack wanted he got, no matter what. He stood and approached her cautiously. He wasn't sure if he should believe her story of not. She put on a good show and he was moved by her tale. She also got points for turning Alaric down.
"What is your name?" He asked.
Crap. "My name is…" She couldn't give him her real name, he might know of her existence. So what name? "Cassandra."
"Cassandra?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"After my father's mother." She smiled at him. "But people usually call me Cass."
"Well, Cass," He practically purred the name, circling her like she was pray. "I'm not sure if I should believe the story you told me."
Please, please buy it. She pleaded silently while keeping an innocent look, ready to challenge his decision, forcing tears to begin to form in her eyes.
"But it is against my nature to leave a helpless woman out on the streets." She guessed his grin was supposed to be charming but to her it reminded her of the sharks she'd seen. He pulled a cord near his throne, ringing a giant bell. A minute later a female cat dressed as a maid appeared. "Take Miss Cassandra here to a prepared room."
"Yes your majesty." The cat gave a curt bow.
"Why don't you get cleaned up and meet me for dinner." Jack smiled and waved his hand to the cat.
"Thank you, your majesty." Tempest bowed and followed the cat out of the throne room aware of his lecherous eyes following her every move.
Once they had climbed the stairs to the second landing the cat puffed out of her clothing. Temp jumped back in shock, twisting around to find her.
"Ug, I hate that bloody outfit." The cat spoke from behind her. She was floating at head level with Temp, grinning. "Sorry about scaring you, dear, but I do not like to wear clothing."
"You can fly?" Temp's voice was awed.
"Of course, love. I'm a rare breed." Her blue eyes flashed with humor before she picked up her clothing. "Come on now, we have to get you ready for his evilness." Her voice was full of spit and anger.
"You don't like the Red Prince?" Temp asked, following him.
"Absolutely not. In truth no one likes him. He is worse than his mother."
"What's your name?"
"I am Nebula." She nodded to Tempest.
"Do you know Chessur?"
"Of course. He's my husband."
Tempest blinked at her. "You're Chess' wife? Castiel's mother?" She could see the similarities now. Nebula was a dark grey with very purple strips. Her eyes were even the same blue as Cas'.
Nebula stopped moving and faced her. "You know my daughter and husband?"
"Perhaps we could talk where someone is less likely to hear us?" Tempest looked up and down the hall.
"Of course, this way." Nebula nodded her head and led the woman into a room a few doors down. Once they were inside the cat fixed her with a hard stare, "Who exactly are you?"
"My real name is Tempest. My father is Tarrant Hightopp."
"You're the daughter of Hatter and Alice?" Nebula hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "But how did you get here?"
"The ultimate question." Temp chuckled with a shrug. "That's not the point."
"Right, details later." Nebula nodded, her eyes were large and pleading. "Please tell me of my family."
"They're safe and well at Marmoreal." Tempest smiled reassuringly before biting her lip. "Although, they believe you're dead."
Nebula sighed. "That is better than them knowing I'm alive. If they knew, they would try to storm Salazen Grum and end up getting killed. As long as they're safe then all is well."
"Well, I swear I'll get you out of here." Tempest promised.
"Why are you here?" Nebula shooed away her family concerns.
"I'm here to find the Oraculum."
"Many others have tried to take it but they all failed. Why would Alaric send you?" She wasn't trying to be rude just trying to understand.
"He didn't send me, per se." Tempest looked away, scratching the back of her head. Something she seemed to do when she was expecting trouble or was nervous. "I volunteered."
"Why would you do that? It's suicide."
"Well, think about it. Jack is always able to weed out who is from Marmoreal." She began to explain.
"Very true." Nebula nodded.
"I'm not from Marmoreal, technically. I stand out more than even my father. I figured I could get in, earn his trust, and take the Oraculum."
"Any details to this plan?"
"Not really. So far the getting in part is done." She indicated to the room.
"How do you plan on earning his trust?" Nebula grinned.
"Um…" She had kind of thought of that but nothing really came to her.
"Just as I thought." The cat shook her head and floated over to the tall wardrobe. "The only way to get close enough to Jack is by doing something you might not like."
"What are you talking about?" Temp cocked her head in question.
Nebula looked at her over her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. A moment later she produced a long red dress. Tempest took it and held it against her front. The dress was going to be tight and low cut, revealing a lot. She looked up at the cat and blushed at the amusement shinning in her light blue eyes.
"Seduce him?" She whispered.
"The only way." Nebula shrugged.
"B-but I n-never…" Her face was so hot she could probably cook an egg on it.
Nebula's laugh didn't help. "I'm sorry but this is too funny."
"Why does this have to be the only way?" The redhead groaned and sat on the edge of the bed. "I thought I could just work in the palace, searching the rooms as I went."
"That might have worked if we had years." Nebula joined her on the bed. "Sadly we don't have that kind of time. I've been here for a long time and have yet to find anything."
"But I can't. I've never done that sort of thing."
"All you need to do is make him think you're interested."
"But I'm not!" She protested. "I'm not a flirt or whore. I don't know how to do this."
"Then I suggest you listen to everything I say while you get ready." Nebula pulled her to her feet and led her to the bathing chamber.
Tempest raised an eyebrow and let the cat lead her, dread settling over her. She could guess at what Nebula was going to say but it was still embarrassing. After all the furthest she'd ever gotten with a man was that day with Alaric in the maze and right before
she got here. She was absolutely clueless on what she needed to do.

Alaric paced in front of the tent he had just set up. At every pass he looked up to the tall, pointy red towers of Salazen Grum. Beside the tent, the Bandersnatch lifted his small head and snorted. The creature was obviously annoyed with his constant pacing.
"I know, I know." Alaric muttered. "But I can't keep from worrying about her."
"Nor, it seems, can Hatter." Chess' amused voice spoke from behind him.
"Chess!" Alaric hissed. He hated that damn cat's abilities. "What are you doing here?"
"I come bearing messages." Chess shrugged, floating lazily.
"From who?"
"Your father and Hatter." A long pause settled over them.
"Well?" Alaric prompted.
"Oh, yes, the messages." Chessur grinned. "First off, Hatter wants to know how Tempest is doing."
"As you can tell she made it in without trouble." The prince indicated to the small camping area.
Chess nodded. "I see. Alright, then your father wants me to remind you to control your anger."
"I always control my anger." Alaric bit out.
"Sure you do." Chess rolled his large aqua eyes. "Your father believes otherwise. You know how you are with your cousin. He is the only one who can make you angry and lose focus on what you're doing. Remember the last time?"
Alaric looked away into the forest. He remembered alright, how could he forget? It had been the day Jack stole the Oraculum. He and Alaric had been training, doing a mock battle. The princes had been near even, Alaric just a little better. He had been ready to end the fight but Jack had whispered something that pissed him off. The ending result was Alaric on his ass with Jack pointing a sword at his throat. That night he had still been angered that when he caught Jack taking the scroll he lost the fight.
"Yes, I remember." He muttered. "I'll keep my anger in check."
"Let's hope you do. Underland needs you as its next ruler." Chess lost his smile, the pain of this war covering his features.
"I'll be careful Chess. And I'll make sure Tempest makes it back as well." His promise was to himself, Chessur, Hatter, and all of Underland.
Chess nodded before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Alaric released a long sigh and ran his hands over his face. Chess was right, he needed to control his anger. If he didn't, then this war was going to end badly. And he would not let that happen. With hard eyes he looked back up at the castle and hoped that Tempest would complete her mission without him having to meet Jack. If they were forced to meet then it was not going to be pretty.

Tempest adjusted the tight bodice of the skimpy dress for the hundredth time. She couldn't believe she was really going to do this. She had just spent two hours listening to Nebula explain the 'art of seduction', as she called it, while the cat helped 'feminize' her. Another blush began to spread over her face as the woman was again reminded of the detailed descriptions the cat had just told her.
Taking a deep breath, Tempest stopped to adjust the skirts of her long dress. She hated what she had to do.
"Would you leave that dress alone? It's fine." Nebula sighed and paused to watch the nervous redhead.
"I can't help it." Temp groaned. "This thing is very uncomfortable."
"Quit messing with it and it'll be fine. Now you're messing up your hair." Neb floated over to her to re-pin some stray pieces of hair. "There, now let's go. Jack doesn't like people to be late. Especially his dinner dates."
"I don't think I can do this, Nebula." Tempest began ringing her hands, eyes shooting all around. "I've never even flirted with anyone. How do you expect me to pull this off?"
"Like I said, all you have to do is act vulnerable and make him believe you're interested. And if he tries to get to grabby you know how to stop him."
"My flux (period)."
"Yep." Nebula began pulling her back down the hall. "Men don't usually lay with women when they are having their monthly flux."
"I remember that." Tempest nodded, letting the cat pull her. "But I…"
Nebula sighed and stopped, turning to face the scared girl. "You said you've never done anything like this, right?"
Temp nodded.
"Has there ever been someone you wanted to try this on? Someone you like?" Nebula's blue eyes stared intently at her.
Tempest thought about that. In Overland there hadn't been anyone. All the boys were jerks, snotty and thought they were better then everyone. They also didn't appreciate it when she kicked their butts. But in Underland… she remembered what happened in the maze and right before she entered Salazen Grum. She remembered Alaric's touch and blushed.
"Th-there is someone." She stuttered, trying to force her mind away from the White Prince.
Nebula stared at her, her gaze scrutinizing, before pulling back. "It's Alaric, isn't it?"
Tempest's head shot up. "H-how-"
"Haha, that's perfect." Nebula did a slow back flip. "Just imagine Jack is Alaric, and you want to seduce him."
"How did you know it was Alaric?" Tempest asked.
"Oh, when you first came here I could smell him on you. As if you two had been hugging or something." Neb shrugged. "Now, let's go, we're almost late."
"Thank you, Nebula." Tempest whispered, not moving. "I promise I will get you out of here."
"Don't worry about me right now; your job is to find the Oraculum then get out. Focus on that." Nebula's humor died and Tempest saw the pain caused by this war shine in her eyes. Once again her heart clutched at what this family, what all the families, had been through. "Let's go. It's show time."
Tempest nodded, took a huge, deep breath, than followed the floating cat to the door at the far end of the twisted red and gold hallway. Nebula knocked and a voice called out from the other side. With one last nod exchange, the cat opened the door and bid Tempest in. Time to see how much she had learned.
On the other side of the doors was a grand room set in a very deep red with black curtains. A semi-long table sat in the middle of the room, a bright red cloth with black lace covered its wooden surface. The ten chairs resting under the table were black with red cushioned seats. To Temp's delight, the chairs had legs and were not being held up by monkeys. Two sets of black dinner wear were placed at one table head and the place to its left, with two long candles situated close to the dishes.
Jack currently stood by one of the open windows, staring out at the darkening landscape. He turned as Nebula lead Tempest in. Again his eyes flashed when he looked at her. Their black depths lost some of their hardness as he roamed them all over her, taking in the sight. Blatant lust and desire swam through his gaze and she couldn't help but feel afraid of his look.
Tempest tried not to fidget with the dress. After talking with Nebula and trying on the dress she had made a few altercation that would better suit her mission. Though she really did wish Alaric was standing across from her, staring at her with that look he had given her when she had stepped around the Bandersnatch earlier. She would rather have him see this dress… and only him.
Currently the dress didn't just scoop low on her chest but the silky black fabric dipped between her breast and under the red corset that cave them an extra lift and separated them a little. The corset, which and roses embroidered onto it, clinched tightly at her waist to just above her hips, lace bordering the edges. Then the dress continued down her legs, but rather than flowing to the floor, Temp had cut it. She had given it a torn look and shortened it so that the front stopped inches above her knees and the back trailed behind her. That was she could easily show off her toned legs, which became more defined in the strappy high-heels Nebula had given her (Temp had been afraid to wear them at first).
Add in the amazing curl and twist Neb had done and the just right amount of make-up she had on and Tempest was a total knock-out. And Jack's kind of woman.
"You look…" He paused, eyes drifting up and down again. "Positively stunning."
"Thank you, your majesty." Tempest gave a low curtsy, revealing more of her chest. Jack hungrily took in the sight.
He gave her a 'charming' smile and waved a hand at the table. "Come, sit. You must be famished."
"Oh, I am." She gave him a sultry smile and moved to the seat he pulled out. As she sat she made sure to reveal a little extra of her thigh, which Jack caught.
The prince gave a lecherous grin as he moved to his seat. He waved Nebula away as he sat. The cat gave a bow, shooting a glance at Tempest, then she left through a different pair of door. Tempest gave a small glance at the cat then turned her attention to Jack. She had a job to do and she wanted to get it over with.
"I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to stay here. If only for the night." She discreetly batted her eye lashes.
"Of course I would welcome you into my home. But, I must admit, I am leery." He sat back just as a pair of fish butlers brought out two bowls of soup. She nodded at them in thanks while Alaric simply lifted his hand.
"Why would you be leery of allowing me to stay?" She gave an innocent frown and inhaled her soup, realizing how hungry she truly was when her stomach grumbled. "This smells wonderful." She picked up her spoon and dipped it into the soup. As she brought it to her mouth she watched him, blowing off on her spoon to delay putting it in her mouth. Once he ate his she followed, she couldn't be too cautious.
"I am leery because you said you hail from Marmoreal." He looked her over as she ate more of the soup.
"Actually," she dabbed at the corner of her mouth. "I come from a small town in Witzend. I only moved to Marmoreal because I had family there." She looked away, putting on that she had a bad story.
"What would cause you to move to there?" Jack was intrigued by her. She seemed as if she had been through a lot and that made her more susceptible to his plan. He wanted her but he was no fool. He would learn everything about her before he took her.
Tempest sight, keeping up her act. Thank the Gods she had thought of her complete back story. "My father died when I was young, leaving my mother to raise me. She was a brilliant seamstress who was loved by all in our home. She became ill when I was fifteen and died. Before she passed she had made plans for me to be taken care of by my father's sister who lived in Marmoreal."
To keep up her sad appearance, Temp swirled her spoon around her bowl. "When I got there, everything was fine. After a year I had even taken up a position as an apprentice to a seamstress. For the next few years everything seemed like it was going good."
"Until something happened." He supplied, placing his long hand over hers. His own past haunting him.
"Yes. My mistress, who was one of the best, was called to the castle to create a dress for her Highness. She had wanted something that would honor their champion for the festival they throw every year. I never did care for the festival, celebrating a long gone champion who killed a magnificent beast." She wrinkled her nose if false disgust.
Jack grinned at her, his thumb beginning to rub the top of her hand. "I could never stand that day." He watched her take a few sips of the soup and did the same. "What happened?"
Tempests blinked and set her spoon beside her mostly finished soup. "As I had been retaking the White Queens measurements her son walked in. For a moment, I have to admit, I was shocked at his beauty." His hand stopped rubbing and Tempest looked up to see him nearly glaring at her. She put on her best subtle seductive smiled and dropped her eye lids a little. "But, I will gladly admit, you are by far more handsome then he is." Full out lie on her part and the words practically burned her throat.
The anger in him faded and he began rubbing her hand again, smirking at her. "I will take that as a grand complement. Go on with your story."
Before she could the butlers returned to remove their soups and replace them with salads. When they were gone Tempest took one bite then continued. "Well, the White Prince began to talk with her as we worked. But just as I finished he must have seen me. My mistress and I took our leave not long after. We returned to make adjustments a few days later and he was with her this time. I had to use the restroom and he volunteered to show me the way."
Tempest began to shake a little, adding to the effect. "When we were in a deserted area he tried to force himself on me but I told him I wouldn't." She looked up at Jack, false tears shimmering in her eyes. "I didn't want him, I don't want him. He grew angry and shoved me to the floor, saying I would regret it. After that he spread word that I was a harlot bent on destroying their kingdom. My mistress threw me out and my aunt wanted nothing to do with me after I told her the truth. She told me I should have lain with him. She threw pots at me so I had to run." She blinked fast, as if trying to force her tears back.
Jack moved his hand up to her arm, giving her a practiced sympathy look. "At least you got away."
She nodded and dabbed at her eyes. "Thank you. I'm sorry for all the tears. Everything is still fresh."
"I understand." Jack nodded, still smiling. "Why don't you have a proper meal, it'll help." He indicated to the partially eaten salads. She nodded and smiled, picking her fork back up. They finished their salads quietly. When the fish took the plates away they brought in some type of meat with what looked like mashed potatoes and corn.
"Hm, this is delicious." She smiled at him warmly taking another bite.
"I'm glad you like it." He returned her smile, his eyes landing on her chest.
Tempest ignored the look and ate her meal. She began to come up with ways to find the Oraculum. The oracle was no doubt hidden in Jack's private chambers. They were the only places very few people were allowed access to. Now, all she had to do was find them and search them. Easy as pie. Yeah, righhhttttt.
Once again the butlers cleared away their dishes and returned with plates topped with some of the best looking fruits she had ever seen and a few dipping sauces. She ate a few pieces before she realized Jack was simply staring at her. She slowly licked her fingers then her lips, smiling at him.
"Are you not eating your desert?" She bit her lip innocently. "They're delicious."
"I'm more interested in watching you." Again lust was forefront in his gaze.
Tempest blush and looked down at her fruit. She wasn't expecting him to actually be charming. Slowly she took a strawberry and bit into it. A small amount of its juice leaked out the corner, trailing down her chin. Jack quickly leaned over and licked the juice up. Tempest squeaked and stared at him with wide eyes. He sat back in his chair and licked his lips with a smug smirk.
"You're right, they do taste delicious." He chuckled at her blush and went to picking through his fruits.
Tempest blinked once but quickly recovered, visibly relaxing although she wanted to scrub her chin with acid. She returned his smug smile. "I did tell you."
He watched her as she ate her fruit, absentmindedly picking through his own fruit. When she was near done he spoke again. "Do you regret it?"
"Hm?" She blinked at him with confusion before she remembered. "My decision to not lie with the White Prince? No." She slowly shook her head. "Had I done so, I would still be stuck in that half-life. I'm glad I was forced to flee. Else, I would not have had the pleasure of meeting you, my lord, and sharing this wonderful dinner. I am thankful that I also never believed the nasty rumors about you." She prayed she was saying the right thing.
Jack threw back his head and gave a loud bellowing laugh. Tempest was shocked and looked to the door the butlers used. The two fish, along with two frog cooks and Nebula were poking their heads through the doors to see what had happened. Tempest shrugged and Nebula gave her a wink before the cat ushered the others back inside. The redhead quickly looked back at Jack, smiling.
"You could charm a Jabberwocky." He said, his smile genuine as he wiped at the corner of his eye.
Catching on to a good thing she responded. "Oh, I wish. My mother used to say the same thing. If only that Alice," it physically hurt to say her mother's name with disgust. "Hadn't killed that magnificent creature, I would have loved to meet him and try to charm him."
"Really?" Jack drew the word out with a thoughtful tone.
"Oh, of course." She kept her innocent look in place. "Who wouldn't want meet a glorious beast that can produce purple flames and is as if it were the shadows itself? Something like that should be treasured, not killed."
"You are truly a fascinating woman." Jack rested his elbow on the table and his chin on that hand, staring at her with wonder.
"I like things that people would consider wrong." She gave a shrug followed by a false, feminine yawn. "Excuse me, I did not realize how tired I was." Her smile was sheepish as she gave a soft chuckle.
"Of course, I should have realized you would not only need food but a proper sleep as well. How long did it take for you to get here?" His brow furrowed as he asked.
"Five days. I was afraid to travel the direct road and got a little lost, I'm afraid." This time she tried to hide a real yawn.
"That is understandable." He stood and held out his hand. She took it and let him slide her arm into the crook of his. "I will take you back to your room."
"My room?" She blinked at him, trying her hardest to sound disappointed.
He chuckled and patted her hand. "Yes, do you not like the room given to you?"
"Oh, no." She shook her head. "It's very lovely. Better than anything I've ever had."
"Good. And what about the maid? Does she please you?" He looked at her, gauging her reaction.
"Very much. In Witzend, my mother had a cat as an assistant. I am quite found of them." A dreamy look passed over her face as she remembered playing with her stuffed animals in Alice's office as a child. She would create a story and, sometimes, Alice would leave her desk and join her.
"I'm very glad. I want you to be as comfortable as possible while you are here. That will be your room and that cat will be your personal maid." His voice drew her from her memories and she looked up at him.
"Th-thank you, my lord." She bowed slightly. "But, while I stay I should like to earn my keep." She nibbled on her lip.
His eyes moved from hers to her lip then to her breast. "Don't worry, I'm sure I could find you a set job."
"If you don't have a seamstress, I'm quite good." Again she gave a sultry smile, this time with a very tired edge to it.
"I'm sure you are." He returned the smile.
Not wanting to seem that she distant, Temp laid her head against his arm. She found it funny that she barely reached past his shoulder, and that was only because of her heels. It wasn't long before they made it to her door. They both stopped and Tempest smiled up at him.
"Thank you again for everything." She went as far as she could go on her toes and gently pulled his head down. With great effort she placed a kiss near the corner of his mouth and released him. This time he seemed shocked. She gave a low curtsy before reaching for the door knob. "Good night, my lord."
"Good night, Cass." He gave a very full of himself grin as she slowly entered the room and closed the door.
Temp waited a few seconds, listening to Jack walk down the hall, before she released her breath. Immediately she began rubbing at her mouth and chin, making her way to the bathroom. She took the bar of soap and began roughly scrubbing her lips and chin.
"You keep that up and you'll go raw." Nebula's voice was overly amused as Tempest rinsed her face for the fourth time. "It would be best for you to stop. I think you're clean enough."
"Easy for you to say." Tempest patted at her face. "He didn't lick your chin and you didn't kiss him."
"At least it wasn't on the mouth." Nebula grinned. "It was a nice touch by the way."
"Ugh," Temp tossed the towel over the sink and walked into the other room. With a huff, she flopped onto her stomach on the bed. "That was horrible. I could barely get through it."
"Did you imagine Jack as Alaric?" Neb took her spot on the bed, sitting on her hunches.
"I tried but it was hard. It seemed like such an insult to Alaric." Temp rolled onto her back, arm going over her eyes. "I could only see him as Alaric just now."
"Don't you worry, love." Nebula patted her shoulder before nudging her. "Come on. You're exhausted and need to sleep. Let's get you out of that dress and into a nightgown."
"I kind of want to burn the dress." Temp was reluctant to move but got up.
"Why don't you?" Neb dug through the drawers and pulled out a thin nightgown.
Tempest striped the dress off and laid it over the back of the chair, placing the shoes by it. She pulled on the nightgown and went to the vanity. Neb took out all the pins and Temp started brushing her long hair.
"Well? Why not burn the dress?" Neb prompted when Tempest was finished with her hair.
The girl crawled under the covers, resting against the fluffed pillows. She patted the other side of the bed and Nebula immediately curled up. Temp cave the cat a long good stroke and settled on her side. She focused on the open window.
"Because," She finally said. "I want to see if the dress would work on Alaric."
Nebula laughed and Tempest smiled, sleep washing over her.
AN: How'd I do? Reason for naming Chess' wife Nebula: My friend has a cat with that name and it seemed to fit well with Castiel. Reason for Castiel: I was watching Supernatural and I adore that damn angle, had to have the name for someone and thought Chess' daughter would do the name proud. Anyhoo, hope you be likin' my story. Gets actiony soon and lemons to come. Ciao.
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