Sovereign of Magic

Casually standing on the balcony in a thin almost transparent silk sahri reflecting on the time that she had spent once more under the stars in the fairest of cities she had ever been to. To truly admire the view the woman had held a goblet of the finest of wine her favourite person had given to her, as a token of apprectiation for her efforts. Sipping it gently she let her shoulders relax as she heard shouting in the corridor of the palace.

Clearly the King was tense so she hoped to please him by giving him something precious to treasure. A night of relaxation for him. Siduri and her had already concocted their plan with Enkidu to ensure that he would not be disturbed or distracted by work when he would enter his quarters. She giggled lightly at the thought that maybe that was what he was arguing about but when he burst into the room her face quickly contorted with concern. “Is everything alright, my King?” she asked going to him and placing her hand on his chest to soothe him...and prevent him from leaving.

Behind him his bed was sprinkled with what looked like rose petals and if he cared to look he would see that she had made him a bath. It was before he could have a chance to respond that she put a finger to his lips. “Come, I think I have the perfect remedy for whatever is on your mind, my love.” she whispered in his ear teasingly as her hand gently glided to his. Interlocking their fingers she hoped that this would help and prove how much he needed someone like her by his side. Especially since there was mounting pressure to find a Queen and, according to Siduri, Iluviella was exactly what she had hoped. Work for the King was piling tenfold and without help it would mean the death of the King. Though whether Gilgamesh would tell her this was up to him and him alone, but that didn’t stop Enkidu from spilling secrets.

Iluviella wanted to ease her lover’s troubles and pain and wanted most of all to help the kingdom and his vision grow. Enkidu and Siduri has seen how she and Gilgamesh behaved around one another and knew that they meant more to each other than perhaps they cared to admit. The Master would always stay by his side and help with his work, she would rest with him and indulge in his life as much as possible. She wanted to be there for him and the dynamic duo were never far apart from one another almost like Gilgamesh and Enkidu. But this night was not about her or the city...

They truly thought that the ruler and the soldiers should work for the people.

What rot. What absolute nonsense and he had been forced to endure hours of it, both in written word and in voiced concerns. Siduri had told him there was another matter at present that had needed his attention, but her and the clay being had dragged him here and tossed him into this room.

The mounting outrage and frustrations were thrown into the room with the young master, with his master moving forth as though the world were at rights. Iluviella simply pressed her hands to his chest and lips, speaking but not being heard.

There are things I need to be doing.

Many things.

Planning a full frontal assault on the kingdom pissing him off sounded quite therapeutic at the moment. Perhaps running the fool of a king through with his blade that he hadn’t bothered with in a long while would be nice.

His axe was being cleaned.

A sword would suffice in this matter of a pinch.

“Master,” he complained, watching her interlock their fingers and beckon him into the room. “You are aware that I am a king.”

She kissed him then even if he was angry she hoped that the kiss was something that would banish whatever harsh thoughts plagued his head at this time. “Another war is not what the people need. I shall say no more on this” she insisted with a small but heavy sigh.

Her kisses began to trail over to his shoulders and her fingers traced small light circles up his arm, as Iluviella moved behind him, where her hands grasped his shoulders from under his vest and began massaging him. “and you, my King, need this.” The Master had successfully been able to manipulate him towards the bed before taking off the top half of his clothes and swiftly pushing him onto the bed. “Now then, just try to relax.”

His master was trying. 

The gods only knew how much she was trying, but her comforting words did little. His eyes drifted to his littered bed, noting the petals quietly as her hands rubbed along his back.

Trade deals with Ur.

He could feel Iluviella press her lips to his back.

Prophecy arguments with the kingdom of Larsa to the east. 

Casually standing on the balcony in a thin almost transparent silk sahri reflecting on the time that she had spent once more under the stars in the fairest of cities she had ever been to. To truly admire the view the woman had held a goblet of the finest of wine her favourite person had given to her, as a token of apprectiation for her efforts. Sipping it gently she let her shoulders relax as she heard shouting in the corridor of the palace.

Clearly the King was tense so she hoped to please him by giving him something precious to treasure. A night of relaxation for him. Siduri and her had already concocted their plan with Enkidu to ensure that he would not be disturbed or distracted by work when he would enter his quarters. She giggled lightly at the thought that maybe that was what he was arguing about but when he burst into the room her face quickly contorted with concern. “Is everything alright, my King?” she asked going to him and placing her hand on his chest to soothe him...and prevent him from leaving.

Behind him his bed was sprinkled with what looked like rose petals and if he cared to look he would see that she had made him a bath. It was before he could have a chance to respond that she put a finger to his lips. “Come, I think I have the perfect remedy for whatever is on your mind, my love.” she whispered in his ear teasingly as her hand gently glided to his. Interlocking their fingers she hoped that this would help and prove how much he needed someone like her by his side. Especially since there was mounting pressure to find a Queen and, according to Siduri, Iluviella was exactly what she had hoped. Work for the King was piling tenfold and without help it would mean the death of the King. Though whether Gilgamesh would tell her this was up to him and him alone, but that didn’t stop Enkidu from spilling secrets.

Iluviella wanted to ease her lover’s troubles and pain and wanted most of all to help the kingdom and his vision grow. Enkidu and Siduri has seen how she and Gilgamesh behaved around one another and knew that they meant more to each other than perhaps they cared to admit. The Master would always stay by his side and help with his work, she would rest with him and indulge in his life as much as possible. She wanted to be there for him and the dynamic duo were never far apart from one another almost like Gilgamesh and Enkidu. But this night was not about her or the city...

They truly thought that the ruler and the soldiers should work for the people.

What rot. What absolute nonsense and he had been forced to endure hours of it, both in written word and in voiced concerns. Siduri had told him there was another matter at present that had needed his attention, but her and the clay being had dragged him here and tossed him into this room.

The mounting outrage and frustrations were thrown into the room with the young master, with his master moving forth as though the world were at rights. Iluviella simply pressed her hands to his chest and lips, speaking but not being heard.

There are things I need to be doing.

Many things.

Planning a full frontal assault on the kingdom pissing him off sounded quite therapeutic at the moment. Perhaps running the fool of a king through with his blade that he hadn’t bothered with in a long while would be nice.

His axe was being cleaned.

A sword would suffice in this matter of a pinch.

“Master,” he complained, watching her interlock their fingers and beckon him into the room. “You are aware that I am a king.”

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"Lancer Servant, Enkidu. I have started up at your call. I wish that you use me as mercilessly as you see fit, Master."

“You’re truly having the mongrels strip themselves before you because they cannot afford fine fabrics?” 

What lunacy. To think a version of himself would exist in the universe that would not think towards the corruption of the masses and their feeble minded kings who ruled over them not providing the funds with which to purchase such attire. Had he fallen so far from the wisdom of his time ruling over Uruk?

Her elegant Sumerian dress, perfect for Urukian weather, swayed with her as she waltzed into his throne room and up to the throne where the Caster sat. She didn’t care who was in the room nor what vital matters were being discussed, instead she merely looked amused at the shock and awe of their people as she did so. Moving his tablet just slightly, she lounged on his lap and cuddled him with one arm whilst the other wrapped around his waist.

Iluviella continued to use his cheek as a headrest careful not to disturb his headpiece as she smiled so sweetly and casually. Her eyes lazily scanning over the tablet, she was bound to get a lecture about it from either his assistant or the King himself but she figured that there was a chance that Gilgamesh may be willing to wait until later to tell her off.

The King of Heroes and of Uruk may even be in a slightly more pleasant mood given her chosen attire showed off perhaps a little more than usual. Not that she intended on seducing him, for once. Merely, observe his orders and learn.

Should he choose to punish her, she would gladly accept whatever he chose. Iluviella just hoped it wouldn’t ruin her chances of becoming Queen.

He would have simply let the woman read from his tablet had she simply informed him that she was going to be making a scene in his audience chamber like this. The soft feel of her person against him, her lithe frame; he was almost tempted to let her get away with this, but no.

He was long passed the time where a pretty face and curling finger beckoned him. Wisdom came with age and he was at prime balance between intellect and age. 

Still, unlike someone, he wouldn’t simply create a scene before his people like this. He leaned into her a little, turning his face as though not finding this to be crossing a line. 

“What is this, Iluvi?”

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Caster laughed, shaking his head. “I have no need to rest. I’m in the middle of something.”

The Master had skimmed through the paperwork and she smiled at him even as he tried to retake it from her. Concealing her disappointment well at the tasks that should have been done weeks ago, she was more interested in his wellbeing. Servant or not, she loved him and she lived for him. It was one of the ways in which she would show this.

Her concern would only grow the longer he refused her. “Rest. Now. Don’t make me ask you again or use a command seal and you know I would.” she told him. She still smiled but her words held their warning, even if there were delivered in a teasing way.

Taking hold of his arm and pulling him onto the bed behind her, she began her work and though she had expected more protests, Gilgamesh had also known that she had excelled in helping him manage his affairs. Iluviella wasn’t the one to overstep her bounds nor did he find that she would intrude but she would support his efforts, as a Queen would.

“Do not test your Queen’s patience Gilgamesh,” she teased again with a happy laugh. Oh how she knew what to say to get him to look stunned. It was all she needed to have a smirk on her face.

“You have been busy training the new servants here. This is not for you to do.” He yanked her arms back, stealing his paperwork and tablets back from the woman and pushing her to the pillows. 

“I have no need to test patience. I will do this work and you will rest. I am not expected to be gallivanting through the training grounds. I am fine to work for a while longer.” She, on the other hand, was going to be working, training, experiencing all that she could to build team morale and bonding with those useless servants of hers. This cutesy stealing of the paperwork and magic on him was only going to annoy him.

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

The term still echoed in his head, but there was great sex to be had right now. He had her laid out and there was no reason to hold back. 

No, there was no reason to hold back at all. He pulled back only to find her lips once again. His hands pulled hers overhead. He found himself using his legs to spread hers a bit. 

He needed to stop thinking for a bit.

Future... queen...

He was kissed, teased, pulled onto the bed, kissed again. He could feel her wrapping her body around his own and he found himself holding onto her as his mind revolved around the term. 

He was hard. He was conflicted. There were a dozen other thoughts running through his mind and he didn’t have enough coffee in him to function properly for handling them. All he could think of was how his master had just claimed to be his woman. Not a wife either.

Future queen.

As though she wanted the paperwork, as though she wanted the social niceties and the responsibility. Wrapping his arms around her a little more, he bit her shoulder.