The Kitten, the Witches and the Bad Wardrobe - Willow & Tara Forever

General Chat  || Kitten  || WaV  || Pens  || Mi2  || GMP  || TiE  || FAQ  || Feed - The Kitten, the Witches and the Bad Wardrobe

All times are UTC - 8 hours [ DST ]



Post new topic Reply to topic  [ 121 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1, 2, 3, 4, 5  Next
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:59 am 
Offline
18. Breast Gal
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 25, 2005 8:08 am
Posts: 2704
Topics: 4
Location: Sydney, Australia
Yet more evidence that society back then was messed up beyond belief: Willow (Prince William, rather) gets married to Tara, and is only supposed to dance with her once? That's crazy talk.

I love Willow's impulsiveness though - it'll be interesting to see how it plays out. Naturally all the other nobles will have their feathers ruffled, but don't they always, one way or another? And Willow's the Prince - I suspect the inclination among the court lackeys is for the most part to shut up and play along, no matter how annoyed they may be. After all, when someone technically has the power to put your sorry nobleman-flunky butt in the dungeon on a whim, you tend to give them the benefit of the doubt.

It's interesting though, because it seems like Willow is actually in a very precarious position, no matter how powerful others may believe her to be. And her urge to protect her wife (which was very adorable, by the way, the way she didn't pause and consider when it occurred to her that her father might make his move tonight, but just up and went to watch over Tara's door) may be the thing to derail her position. Her father needs her, true - but she needs her father to maintain the illusion that she is who everybody thinks she is. They're in a bind, yet unable to just live with it, unless Willow can somehow keep her father from trying to continue the royal line by exceedingly icky means. And Tara, in the middle of it, is just confused by the contraditions in her new husband - on the one hand she dreads the situation she's in, on the other, she keeps finding evidence that 'William' isn't so bad after all, and on the third hand, not knowing Willow's secret, a lot of her behaviour is just confusing to Tara. Tangled web indeed :)

_________________
Chris Cook
Through the Looking-glass - Every world needs a Willow and Tara.


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 9:14 am 
Offline
5. Willowhand

Joined: Sun Apr 24, 2005 8:03 pm
Posts: 325
I am really enjoying this story. I like how Willow is so protective of Tara even though they really do nnot know each other. I hope that they get some time to get to know each other. I anxiously await your next update.


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed May 17, 2006 11:16 am 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Mon May 16, 2005 6:02 pm
Posts: 9
Hey all,

Enough is enough. I simply must start writing again. So before I crank out the old quill and ink, I have a few questions to sort of be a guide for the next couple of updates:

1.) Is the angst good as it is, long and subtle for now? Or should I speed things up a bit, cut out the talk and emotions just a tad and see some years passing?

2.) Are there any points in the story that I haven't addressed? Ages, or ideals? Anything?

3.) Any ideas you peoples have about the story, write 'em on up here!

Thanks, and I'm working on a good update now!

mary


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:37 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Wed May 17, 2006 2:30 pm
Posts: 1
Yes! I was liking this fic. So I registered again to give my opinion.

The angst of Willow's dad possibly ...visiting Tara is just too much angst for me. I couldn't take it if that even started to happen. Also, what do you mean years?!?! I was hoping Willow and Tara would start developing a relationship of some sort from the get go! I mean yeah, it shouldn't become sexual for awhile I suppose, but at least a little romantic sooner than later!

Anyways, please write!


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:09 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:23 am
Posts: 70
wooohooooooooooo!! ive been able to read this fic in the uberwillowtara site and i've loved it since. i was trying to contact you witchfu for an update, but dunno if you were able to receive my mails though... :(

but hey, im just so darn happy that you'd be updating this story again.... so far, this is one of my favorites. it's intriguing and the plot is just unique. i love the setting... and willow pretending to be a prince... yay!!! i wonder how tara would discover then that her husband is a SHE :)

update soon :D


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:27 pm 
Offline
5. Willowhand
User avatar

Joined: Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:06 am
Posts: 303
I vote for smoochies. And love. And sex. Lots and lots of sex.;)

They need to get to know one another and fall in love. I can't wait to read about *that*! ;) But seriously, you're right: the idea of Willow's dad 'visiting' Tara is too icky and angsty to be entertained. However, maybe Willow hovering close to 'protect' Tara followed by Tara accidentelly walking in on a not-quite-fully-dressed Willow...It opens up some possibilities. ;) I'm so very excited that you will be continuing onwards and upwards with this story. Yay for updates!

Cheers!


Last edited by PancakesinBellies on Fri May 19, 2006 7:15 am, edited 1 time in total.

Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 4:22 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Sun Apr 24, 2005 11:45 pm
Posts: 4
If you want to bounce ideas off of me, you may.

I'm glad you are getting back on this, I know you missed writing.

good luck!


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 7:36 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe
User avatar

Joined: Tue Apr 26, 2005 6:21 pm
Posts: 16
Location: Brazil
OMG I'm loving this!

Like some people mentioned, the idea of Willow's father and Tara is just... too icky, depressing and all bad things and feelings. No, thanks we get enough of that watching The L Word =P

I think the story is flowing so well as it is and you've been building it just to get to this point, you know? The moment when they will have to get to know each other and stuff, so skipping a few years would leave this huge void in the story.

Probably everyone who's reading wants to see how their relationship is going to evolve.. to savor each moment with them, because this what you've been sort of "teasing us" for... I mean, this is the trickiest part. How they are going to get closer? Who's going to make the first move? Will they be "friends" before Tara finds out? Will Willow "court" her wife? I know she doesn't really need to do that cause hello wife already, but you know, eventually Tara has to fall in love so... how's that going to happen?
Bottom line is we want to know how they will fall in love, we wanna be there so don't you there and skip this moment!!! ~.^

_________________
-soup-chef-
"i wish that i was half as good / as you think i am"


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Fri May 19, 2006 6:55 am 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 25, 2005 1:50 am
Posts: 134
Location: Yeee olde London town :p
dude plleeeeeeease get to that weddin night!! i just have to find out what the hell taras reaction is going to be! :p im guessing shock then titilation ;)

_________________
My Wrath Is As Fearsome As My Countenance Is Splendid


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 1:19 am 
Offline
Ms. Moderator Fantastico
Ms. Moderator Fantastico

Joined: Sun Apr 24, 2005 7:27 pm
Posts: 126
Originally posted by witchfu[hr]

Hello lovelies,

I know I haven't written for some time, but I thought I should put it out there for those who are interested, that I'm writing for "The Naked Truth" again and that a new chapter should be ready shortly.
My appologies again for the lack in updates. I got a bit sidetracked with life, being dumped, affairs, joined the Marines... it's been an interesting set of months.
Anyway, not in the Marines now, free to write, engaged and very happy.

peace, homes
-mary

_________________
Check first line for the name of the Original Poster. This post has been moved by a moderator to this thread.


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:00 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Wed Nov 14, 2007 9:33 pm
Posts: 115
oh gawd! WELCOME back witchflu

im looking forward to the story ive been deathly obsessed with it. XD


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 1:41 am 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Mon May 16, 2005 6:02 pm
Posts: 9
Hello all, just a quick bout of answering questions or chatting it up before the update gets out there:

Under Their Spell: So with the dancing thing, I wanted to imply that there had to be an order in which to dance. Each order would have a different interpretation by those watching. In this case, the Prince would have waited for a large dancing party with inner-mixing dancing partners, or the princess's mother. But because she danced with Tara first, the interpretation of that day would have been that the prince found all the other female guests wanting, and it would have been insulting.
The time will come when our Willow and Tara find time with eachother, but it will be a ways out. Angst. Angst is the key.

Alyson Goddess: Thanks for the encouragement! Tara finds out in due time....

watty: Giles, for the most part, is not a social piece. His role as tutor leaves him behind heavy drapes and dusted books. Would he have been able to assist Willow, I'm certain he would have. Thanks for pointing that out.
You use the same "he" in Tara's thoughts - "she" in actuality, that I do. Yes, Tara's shock and confusion will play a major role in the next update. For something like that, so abrupt, so against what she's been trained to expect, is likely to throw her into a night's restlessness.
A delicate situation would best describe that of Willow's. To be found out by the princess of another land, could very well lead to possible warring, and certainly the death of her. To tell a secret like that, especially one that is kept so well as to fool the fooler, would be an enormous leap of faith. A life-in-your-hands situation....

JustSkipIt: That's a very important point: whether or not the actions of that night were to result in terrible political outcomes, or if it was indeed an impulsive but powerful move. What got Willow to the point where she would so fully relax on her regime of control?

sam7777: Yes, the right to bed the princess... we'll see who has the right, and what that will mean for the story....

Artemis: I think it's important to note how very little support Willow has in the kingdom/castle. While there are less than a handful of people who know her true gender, those that are kept in the dark, are also very much kept under control. The king's role in supressing the prince's rite and authority will be a topic of the next update.
Keep the comments coming, if you please, they are good things.

Willow~Rosenberg: Yes, the protective nature that Willow displays for Tara does much to keep suspicions pointed in a different direction...

Arielle2: Romance. Very interesting concept for that time period, let alone for an arranged marriage. No worries, though, the romance will come. And they will, too, not long after. ;-)

shane: I've been wondering that too! lol

PancakesinBellies: Duely noted. There will be much of that. And while I'm not one to give away things, no, there will be no sexual contact between the wretched king and our lovely Tara. Ew. But for the sake of understanding, Willow and Tara are completely uncertain on that point. Some times the father/king would take liberties at any rate, so there's definately a point of mystery.

Paigeosity: 'Course I'll bounce stuff off of you. You still owe me a jam session...

(I just realized the above could probably look pretty naughty... haha, she'll laugh...)

soup-chef: Ah, no worries about my skimping on the falling in love parts. That's pretty much my favorite to write about. The almosts, the tension that you can feel while, in actuality, not touching. But thank you for the input. I will resurge my efforts to keep the details in, no skimming.

Boadacia: Not so fast, their time will come... And by that time, you'll be so ready, the fulfilment will make the waiting just as sweet.

nothingtosay: Thanks, I know exactly how you feel.


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 3:19 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Wed Oct 24, 2007 9:50 am
Posts: 52
oh now you've made me all excitable and wanting another update immediately...........bah!

:pray :kgeek


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:13 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Mon May 16, 2005 6:02 pm
Posts: 9
Same stuff applies as stated in the first posting, I own nothing but my own mind.

By the way, I know, annoying much? But this will be the last time. I was going through some old notes, been writing this story for quite a few years, and I would like to change the ages of the ladies to Will: just turned 16, Tara: half-way through her 15th year, at the time of their marriage. Works out better that way. Last age change, I swear!

Enjoy...

-----------------------------------------

A sudden noise startled the vigilant prince from her surveillance. Slapping a hand to the ground to remain upright, Willow took an appraisal of her surroundings. The groggy memories of the previous night floated to the surface as she back-handed the moisture from her mouth.

Judging from the pain in her neck, she had postulated in that position for only a few of the night’s hours. As she stood, the morning sun warmed her side and fell as if it had just awoken. Stifling a yawn, the prince began her journey to the chambers she had missed the night before.

Eyes hanging heavily, her mind wondered to the long night, and how she had thankfully seen none of her father-king. Again, as of many times in the night, she was astonished at her reckless protection of the newly arrived princess. Her father could arrange for many a solution for so troublesome a daughter-prince. And surprisingly, the idea of punishment only brought a sense of boredom. She had been threatened, made to submit and kept from every possible outward joy from a young age. Could any reproof really be all that bad? Male or not, the king needed her; needed her to be alive, at least, for show.

Even as she felt the safety of such thoughts, she knew that the king could do much more. It was expected that a future king see battle in the older monarchies. Although at this time no battles raged with which the English king was affiliated, pilgrimages could be seen to send the prince on. The king would not be responsible for the dread and surprise of any ambushes thereof. Yes, danger was something imminent; the prince had learned that well.

But she also knew that the king was in a rather precarious position. That he with a posed prince, female as they come, could be the subject of many negative and quite possibly kingdom-toppling murmurings.
Willow knew this, and yet also thought that her father would not fly readily to this conclusion, that he would insist ultimate control. This, Willow had never had a reason to be bothered by. She would be educated and molded to the law of the land’s satisfaction, but someday she would be king. And as such, her subjects of the kingship could be made to understand her position and follow her forth. It certainly sounded simple, easily executed, but if her bride were to bare a son, Willow would be a very succulent target of assassination by her father. No proof of a non-male prince, no threat.

Willow smiled at the thought of being a threat. “Grrr.”

A noise to her left startled her from her thoughts. Looking toward the sound, she saw a scullery maid covering what appeared to be a smile attached to a laugh. A laugh directed at Willow herself, no less. As the maid scurried from sight, Willow blushed a deep red. “And where must I be coming from in last night’s apparel…?”

Willow turned the corner of the wing. With stiff and heavy limbs, she shuffled into her bedchambers. As the door closed, she stifled a yawn. Her overlarge and welcoming bed seemed to frown at her as she moved towards it, as if admonishing her last night’s inattentions.

As fatigued as she may have felt herself to be, her heart leapt at the thought of resting her sore muscles on plush pillows and downy blankets, their sympathy much needed.

For all of her night’s discomforts, however, Willow was not out-put in the least. Had her fathers decided that he would visit her bride on that night, what could she do but stand by? She knew that she would do nothing of the kind, would not simply stand by, but what authority did a prince have over his father-king, let alone a female prince?

Knowing that she was there, no matter how unthreatening, made her feel better. Her unexplained emotions towards Tara would, Willow decided, remain that way. She felt protective. So be it. She would take that as it came, and do as she must to maintain it. Sometimes the explanation took from the symptom, and this particular ailment didn’t bother Willow in the slightest.

A sudden thought struck the prince: Tara was alone. Just as alone as she herself was. Possibly more so, for even Willow had Alex. Perhaps Tara had never had anyone that she could find respite with.

A glimmer of hope, hope that maybe Tara and she could become confidants swelled in her heart. The implications sent delightful shivers of excitement throughout her frame. A warm, unfamiliar comfort spread within her, and she smiled broadly. “Maybe I won’t be as alone as I once thought…”

Sleep quickly took the tired prince. No sooner had the last thought formed before she had succumbed.

And no later did Peter enter. Clearing his throat in distinct annoyance, he stood stiffly at Will’s end of bed. Trying a second time, louder, hoping for a suitable reaction, Willow woke with a start,

The room now held two decidedly grumpy people in occupancy.

Up until this moment, Willow had always thought little of Peter’s freedom in entering her room unannounced, scheduling her no time to herself, the freedoms he took everyday with everything. She had always thought him a dutiful and helpful, if not annoying, man. But at this, the culmination of her lack of sleep, lifelong stresses and the completion of a very far-reaching task, her marriage, she decided on the spot that certain thing simply had no other option than to modify. She knew that she would have to be firm about it.

“Peter,” Willow said, looking to continue.

“My lord,” Peter stepped in, “it is with surprise and dismay that I should find you here. You are a wedded prince, now. And as such you must attend to certain tasks prescribed of your status and situation. I hope to find you roused and ready for the tasks of this day by end of rushlight. I will be available to inform you of those tasks.”

Patiently sweeping the vestiges of sleep from her eyes, Willow looked
toward the man servant wondering at his position. For her, the class system meant little more than the unavoidable circumstance at birth. But for those that lounged in nobility or longed for it, class was god-ordained. To anyone of that mind, a mere advisor born of a peasant, or little better, speaking to his prince with such command would set ill to the stomach and would certainly cause scandal. She had taken his orders for so long. Would it not be easier to simply acquiesce?

In a moment of decision, Willow allowed herself to understand that he was no more her dictator than a common serf would be. And she was quite done with his ordering and relentless attention. She was ready for her own freedoms.

“Peter, your prince is tired,” she accentuated the word prince, “I do not wish to be disturbed until midday at earliest. All of my duties shall be attended to at another time. I will have you announce yourself previous to your entry into my chambers from this moment onward. I will insist that you remember your position in my presence.”

If Peter felt shocked or surprised in any way, the rigid lines of his well-controlled face declared none of it. With a slight bend at the neck, he produced a smallish cough. “My lord will do well to remember that my ‘prince’ you are not. You were made to bear the image but not the rite.” His nostrils flared with self-righteous accomplishment, and he continued, “Your duties shall be attended to as planned. Your father, my king, demands adherence. Adherence to my well-planned activities befitting of the prince that I made you. You are little more than a decorative piece in his majesty’s court, required to be of a specific use, not to be considered in terms of it’s own inconvenience, and certainly not have orders taken from it.” As he finished, his self-appreciation reached its peak, chest boomed outward, his head readjusted smartly. At the lack of immediate response, he cleared his throat and made movement to exit the room.

It was Willow’s own turn to clear a little used throat as of late. “Peter, you are my subject. Prince or princess I may be, the difference it makes is little. For the fact remains that I was born of your king, spurned from his very loins. There is little doubt as to whom the authority goes in this room. As to my lack of certain anatomy, I must play the part without it. So must you. To fully portray my father’s male heir, you must truthfully see to it that you are the devil’s own copy of a male heir’s man servant and take no liberties to the contrary. You made me, say you? Then pray, who learned and penned so many lines, became adept at riding, archery, posturing and other princely duties? You succeeded with your duty ordered by my father, because of the abilities that I am supposed not to have, being of the fairer sex. You have accomplished what my father commanded, I am now the prince he sought me to become. There remains no other duty for you now but to attend to my needs. And of consequence,” Willow made to straighten the sheets surrounding her with obvious intention to remain there, “those who would see me today will naught but understand the supposed exertions of a honeymoon’s night might but leave their prince in a day's worth of rest. I have preformed the task that I have been bred and raised to carry out. Leave me to some semblance of peace if this is to be my only wedding and last night my only wedding night.”

Willow had never spoken aloud to Peter of her female state after that day so many years ago in the courtyard, when the change had taken place. The words were biting and almost painful in her ears, the undercurrent forbiddance to utter such words was well manifested in the young prince, and surprised both parties. Up until this day, she had performed her tasks with willingness if only to please an unappreciative father. She now knew of his intentions, not bringing them closer together but using her for a purpose, only to discard her when the time is convenient. Later it had become about what was best for the people of her kingdom, but she knew very well that in playing for certain freedoms she would not jeopardize the lives and happinesses of her people.

Peter stood for a moment, considering and still. He looked tired. There were many thoughts behind his motionless eyes. He looked up, nodded once, and was gone; something uttered from beneath his breath as he exited.

With Peter absent, Willow let out a ragged breath. That was the singularly most defiant act that she had ever discharged. She shook slightly, and she was full of trepidation. She knew her father would know of the event very shortly. But she also knew that what she had said was correct. She had power, to a certain extent. And she would use it to better her situation and, hopefully, the princess Tara’s as well.

A small smile touched her face, she lay back, and was momentarily asleep. Dreams of daring rescue and the fair princess Tara stayed with the prince throughout the night.

--------------------------------------------------------

Tara awoke feverishly. Her sleep had been fitful and infrequent. Her mind raced with the possibilities of last night’s happenings, or rather the lack of them.

The prince had danced with her first, last and only on the night of their wedding. Was he a foolish boy? He had walked her back to her room, seemingly eager to retire with her, as his previous actions would indicate. Was he pleased with my appearance?


Then, he had left abruptly. Did he intend on returning, but did not get the chance? Or did he, in fact, have no intention of returning at all?
Her insecurities swam, did he like her or not? Was he too nervous? Did he know what to do? Had he done that before, and become bored with it? Or did it simply not hold the interest of this boy of 16 years?
Were the rumors true about his lack of experience?


This boy, her husband, was unknown to her. She could base none of her perceptions, and could therefore draw no conclusions. She was left for the remainder of the night in unknowing tension. His arrival both expected and not, his intentions a mystery.

Tara scoffed at herself. So many nights she had spent, worrying, dreading the moment when her new husband-prince would take the authenticating portion of their union upon himself. And now, when it did not come at once, as planned, she worried further. She would take this opportunity as it arrived.

She would try for sleep, and hopefully the world that she stepped out into the next morning would make a little more sense, would match more appropriately to the one she had been so rigorously trained for.
Though he had been unreadable, Tara had taken to his kindness. She had seen it, held it, and it calmed her to remember it. Unexpected as it may be, she grasped it with whitened knuckles, fearing its possible future absence.

She had come to this new life alone, had left her previous kingdom in much the same way. The prince’s kindness gave her hope of camaraderie. Perhaps she was expecting the impossible. The marriages that she had seen were all between women like herself, and men like her husband; and they despised each other. To hope for friendship, for less of the loneliness that had so consumed her life, was beyond far-fetched, it was unheard of.

***

Willow woke with a start. Sitting up in bed violently, and holding her head when the sudden loss of blood hit. Her subconscious mind had stumbled across a very important and overlooked fact, on her part.

What was she to do about the sheets? Had someone arranged for replacements? Had the priests been well paid?

She realized just how little she knew of the plan for avoiding that mishap. She rose; bathed in the drawn and ready bath that had been set out for her, and dressed carefully. Whatever had taken place would surely be done at this time, she merely had to be certain that it was in fact completely taken care of. If it was, she would have less to worry about in a wondering father’s eye, for he would not feel himself responsible for satisfying the requirements of legal union himself quite so soon.

The ritual had always brought shivers to Willows skin. The morning after the wedding night, priests were assigned to take into their possession, the sheets that the lovers used. They would examine them, and based on their findings would determine if, in fact, the union had taken place to satisfaction.

While Willow knew nothing of intercourse, what it entailed, she knew from asking too many questions in regard to that particular tradition that after the intercourse, something is left behind. Something ‘unclean’, a very pink Giles had muttered. That had been the end of that particular line of questioning.

It was very well that she didn’t know what was required for intercourse, Willow had reasoned, she would never get the opportunity to experience it for herself. Long ago, she had promised herself that there was little importance as to whether or not this was a normal situation in marriage, she would honor the vows that she was made to take. She would have no outside lover. She knew well that could easily mean she would never have a lover at all.

These thoughts past as she finished up in her dressings. She had chosen a semi-loose fitting shift of cream and hide-string ties, over that she had chosen her favorite riding breeches and doublet of dark and light rich browns. It was her most comfortable riding outfit, and had turned a few of the scullery maid’s heads, Willow remembered with a rise of color to her cheeks. She smiled slightly.

Willow’s smile faltered. She was thinking of Tara. She would not be able to stop herself from at least a quick exchange with her bride. She was incredibly curious. She realized as the last of her boot fittings cinched into place, that she had known Tara would see her at least once today before she was to redress for their mutual dinner. She wanted Tara to see her in this; wanted to show her princess that she was a desirable husband. “But I can’t perform the task of one.” Willow muttered. “I will hold your arm, be of useful decoration, but I cannot carry out the task that you will expect.”

As Willow straightened, he set her jaw in a hard and straight line. She had been raised a puppet decoration, and for the one person that she wished to be more, she knew nothing else. She wanted so badly to be what Tara needed her to be. They were bonded now, choice or no, to each other. It would be best if they could be what the other needed.
Walking out of her chambers, the prince straightened her dashing ensemble, and made way for the princess’s wing.

***

Peter closed the expansive doors behind him with an eerie silence. The discussion with the king had gone well. When he had walked in, he immediately sensed the king’s foul mood. This would make his telling more difficult, but still all the necessary. He excused himself, and related the events of that morning to a bored looking highness.

The king shifted. “Peter, this is grave.”

Peter had nodded once, and spoke gently, “Yes, my lord.”

Holding his chin between a delicate index finger and thumb, the king mused. “The prince is not without intelligence. This day was fast in approaching, we knew that much. Although,” he regarded Peter sternly, “not this soon.”

King William rose, and began to walk. He walked towards a stylized map table with compass, ruler and sketch pencil on its surface. He looked up to the great tapestries covering that wall of his large throne room. Their detail was remarkable, only the best for a king. He approached a shinning coat of arms embossed on a shield, its colors and careful creation drawing a gracious eye. Though of little actual use, the freestanding suit of armor that the king next approached, looked to him unblinking, awaiting further orders.

The king sighed. His age would not let him be the man he once was, his power was leaving him. He could see that power in his daughter-prince, his eyes darkened. He would not be seen with such a formidable ‘son’ and be thought weak. He would send the prince where ‘his’ usefulness would be in intimating how strong and good the king’s own stock was, and simultaneously rid himself of any bucksome adolescent behavior that William might further display.

The king’s walk took him back over to the table and map, where he placed a much-used and freckled hand over the whole of England central. “Yes,” he smiled to himself, “the prince will be much occupied with matters of the kingdom. And I fear we shall not see my dear son for quite some time, Peter.”

Peter straightened at the break in silence. “My king, what would you have me do?”

William looked up with thought in his eyes. Returning to his throne, the king assumed the manner of an unconcerned man. No great worries or troubles seemed to pass through his mind. He gently sat himself down, and looked to Peter again with slight boredom. “You will have the prince come to me. When you leave, send my court back in. Start making the arrangements for his departure immediately.” The king absently picked at his lapel. “And Peter,” he added.

Peter waited patiently.

“Make certain that as the prince leaves my presence, he will see that the lady Tara will just be joining me for an afternoon tea.”

***

Hope you enjoyed! Feedback? Yes, please
;-)
-mary


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 2:21 am 
Offline
3. Flaming O

Joined: Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:49 am
Posts: 64
I hate the king really bad . Sending Will away like this and away from Tara doesn't he care about his daugter. Poor Will. please update soon.


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 3:01 pm 
WOO update !
THANK YOU TO COME BACK !
very interessing chap!
I can't wait to see what are going to past next !


Top
  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:52 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Wed Nov 14, 2007 9:33 pm
Posts: 115
UPDATE! wohoo! XD but ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. angst..
happy nonetheless.

evil king :shy

so Peter is a puppeteer too, along with the King. interesting turn of events witchflu, here i thought he loved his daughter-prince, and he forces himself to be distant from her.. owell.

but wouldnt they find it weird that it is only now that he(king) would send the prince on errands? and what of angel and xander?
will there be more btvs characters???

update soon.please.

_________________
it always amazes me how bad my grammar is...
i told you i love you, i didnt say please love me too


i have a bad habit of bumping up old stories...
shameless self-promotion


Last edited by nothingtosay on Wed Jan 09, 2008 4:41 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 11:33 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:36 pm
Posts: 94
Location: Canada
Great update! I really like a cross-dressing Willow. Please keep writing, I can't wait to see how the prince will defend her wife and future queen!

Shiraz


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 6:18 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Wed Oct 24, 2007 9:50 am
Posts: 52
seriously, i have nothing much to say except aaaaaaaaaggggghhhh i want them to meet properly and bastard king and i hope willow murders him in his sleep as the royal family may or may not have done in the past. it would be for a good cause and stuff. please write more soon, i love this.


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:05 am 
Offline
3. Flaming O

Joined: Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:49 am
Posts: 64
YOur story is one of the greatest story that i ever read and I hope that you going to complete it soon plz
Can't wait to see what willow going to do with Tara


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:40 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Wed Nov 14, 2007 9:33 pm
Posts: 115
*flat line*

CHARGE! CLEAR. *zaps*
..........
.......
...
CHARGE! CLEAR. *zaps*
...
...............

LIVE...LIVE!!!!!!!! :aww

pardon my weirdness..
i just hope that this story is on hold and not forgotten.:D

_________________
it always amazes me how bad my grammar is...
i told you i love you, i didnt say please love me too


i have a bad habit of bumping up old stories...
shameless self-promotion


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:38 pm 
Offline
3. Flaming O
User avatar

Joined: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:47 pm
Posts: 88
Location: Minnesota
This is an amazing story! Witchfu, do you have any intention of finishing this? I really hope you do because I enjoy it quite a bit. :)


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 12:34 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Mon May 16, 2005 6:02 pm
Posts: 9
I would love to have the time right now, but for the moment my life is pretty much consumed with school and work. I'll work on it, though and try to crank out another chapter before the end of august :)
mary


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:30 pm 
Offline
2. Floating Rose
User avatar

Joined: Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:32 pm
Posts: 39
*cleans cobwebs away*

ill :kitty patiently for your return. XD

_________________
stay with the person who promises you nothing, but makes you happy.

formerly nothingtosay.Shameless Self Promotion
i have a bad habit of bumping up REALLY OLD UNFINISHED stories....sorry in advance.
Looking for Beta


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:35 pm 
Offline
5. Willowhand
User avatar

Joined: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:32 am
Posts: 295
Location: Hmm... Don't you wish you knew?
excellent story! i cant wait for it to come back!

_________________
I'm under your spell...

I am the Queen of Mosquitoes personified, feel my annoying wrath! ~Willow, The Rose

False Euphoria ~~~ Eternity Again


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:44 am 
Offline
2. Floating Rose
User avatar

Joined: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:20 pm
Posts: 36
Location: Canada
I have read this excellent fic months ago and it's a Hott damn one!:bow hoping and willing to wait for an update ..soonish? :peace

_________________
"If the king doesn't move, then his subjects won't follow."
"Those who are allowed to shoot are those who are prepared to be shot."

"People are... not equal"

-Lelouch vi Britannia a.k.a Lelouch Lamperouge


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:45 am 
Offline
6. Sassy Eggs
User avatar

Joined: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:54 am
Posts: 465
it's been a long time since this fic was updated ... is the writer still here?

_________________
Patience is a virtue I have yet to acquire
-- me


I am my beloved and my beloved is mine
-- King Solomon's Song of Songs


Only reality can escape the limits of our imagination
-- Rivka Galchen, Atmospheric Disturbances


Man is nothing else but that which he makes of himself
-- Jean-Paul Sartre


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:19 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Mon May 16, 2005 6:02 pm
Posts: 9
Actually, yeah. Though... I am sorry that I've taken such a long time to post another chapter. I'm not even sure if anyone would even be interested in reading it anymore?
I have a few chapters written and just need to edit them a bit before posting them.

I'll wait and see if anyone is still down for this fic

MJ


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: Re: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:03 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:59 pm
Posts: 1
As a lurker, I registered just to say that I'd be interested.

Please do :)


Top
 Profile  
 
 Post subject: The Naked Truth
PostPosted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:32 pm 
Offline
1. Blessed Wannabe

Joined: Mon May 16, 2005 6:02 pm
Posts: 9
I'll get on that ;)


Top
 Profile  
 
Display posts from previous:  Sort by  
Post new topic Reply to topic  [ 121 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1, 2, 3, 4, 5  Next

All times are UTC - 8 hours [ DST ]


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 2 guests


You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot post attachments in this forum

Search for:
Jump to:  

W/T Love 24/7 since July 2000
Powered by phpBB © 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007 phpBB Group