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knightoftheswanLohengrin is certain that he has no want or need for anything to alter his senses. His wife is bliss enough, he contentedly thinks to himself in his half-asleep, warm mind as he draws Elsa's inviting body close to his own.
And they remain like that for some time, though the knight's eyes are closed to his lady's intent look.
"Knight of the Swan?" she says.
"Mmm?" he sleepily hums.
"Dearest husband and holder of my heart?"
He rewards his wife with a delicate kiss to her bare shoulder. He could get used to this.
"I must know."
"Must you?" he asks, not catching on.
But his smile fades as he slowly opens his eyes and sees Elsa's expression.
"Who are you?"
And before Lohengrin has any time to react to the question freed from his wife's mouth, another woman asks, "Yes, who are you?"
The knight sits upright in his marriage bed, mentally swearing and grasping for clothing and weaponry.
"You finally show yourself, monstrous Raven," he says, keeping up the chatter.
"A witch in his employ," the woman corrects, red eyes glinting with wicked mirth that dart towards a creak from the door of the bridal suite.
"I suppose he can't be bothered himself? A villain may work from sun to sun but a witch's work is never done."
"I'm afraid Elsa and her well-meaning curiosity did most of the work for me. I had to give her a little push, of course..."
Lohengrin stands, finally decent and armed, before asking, "Have you not tormented my Elsa enough? Leave my wife and I in peace or I shall leave you in pieces."
"Witches are smarter than that, Knight of the Swan," she replies with a flick of her dark hair. "My, what a mouthful. You do have a name, right?"
"My name is not for you, vile creature."
"Tsk. However, your fight is not with me."
The door then groans open, the doorway full of armed challengers.
"Under the bed, Elsa," Lohengrin orders before engaging the first fighter.
The lady wraps herself in the covers and does as she's told as the knight guards her against attack. Swords clashing, feet stomping, and grunts of exertion fill the room.
Once Lohengrin fell the last man and completed the burden of removing the challengers from his room, he heavily sits back down on the bed, elbows on his knees and his head resting against his clasped hands.
"You can come out now, Elsa."
Elsa climbs out from under the bed and sits beside her husband. Her hand goes to his shoulder, softly rubbing the taught muscles.
"Will you tell me?" she softly asks.
Lohengrin hears the distant cry of a swan. It's already been done. He sighs even as he feels the vice tightening on his heart.
"I'll tell you everything in the morning," he says.
"Can I at least know your name now?"
He takes in a deep breath and answers, "Lohengrin. My name is Lohengrin."
"Lohengrin?" she repeats.
She leans closer to him and kisses his cheek.
"My husband Lohengrin," Elsa murmurs to his ear.
"My Elsa," he returns to her, dropping his hands away and wrapping an arm around her waist.
He tugs her back down to the bed, half-asleep again yet far less at ease.
And they remain like that for some time, though the knight's eyes are closed to his lady's intent look.
"Knight of the Swan?" she says.
"Mmm?" he sleepily hums.
"Dearest husband and holder of my heart?"
He rewards his wife with a delicate kiss to her bare shoulder. He could get used to this.
"I must know."
"Must you?" he asks, not catching on.
But his smile fades as he slowly opens his eyes and sees Elsa's expression.
"Who are you?"
And before Lohengrin has any time to react to the question freed from his wife's mouth, another woman asks, "Yes, who are you?"
The knight sits upright in his marriage bed, mentally swearing and grasping for clothing and weaponry.
"You finally show yourself, monstrous Raven," he says, keeping up the chatter.
"A witch in his employ," the woman corrects, red eyes glinting with wicked mirth that dart towards a creak from the door of the bridal suite.
"I suppose he can't be bothered himself? A villain may work from sun to sun but a witch's work is never done."
"I'm afraid Elsa and her well-meaning curiosity did most of the work for me. I had to give her a little push, of course..."
Lohengrin stands, finally decent and armed, before asking, "Have you not tormented my Elsa enough? Leave my wife and I in peace or I shall leave you in pieces."
"Witches are smarter than that, Knight of the Swan," she replies with a flick of her dark hair. "My, what a mouthful. You do have a name, right?"
"My name is not for you, vile creature."
"Tsk. However, your fight is not with me."
The door then groans open, the doorway full of armed challengers.
"Under the bed, Elsa," Lohengrin orders before engaging the first fighter.
The lady wraps herself in the covers and does as she's told as the knight guards her against attack. Swords clashing, feet stomping, and grunts of exertion fill the room.
Once Lohengrin fell the last man and completed the burden of removing the challengers from his room, he heavily sits back down on the bed, elbows on his knees and his head resting against his clasped hands.
"You can come out now, Elsa."
Elsa climbs out from under the bed and sits beside her husband. Her hand goes to his shoulder, softly rubbing the taught muscles.
"Will you tell me?" she softly asks.
Lohengrin hears the distant cry of a swan. It's already been done. He sighs even as he feels the vice tightening on his heart.
"I'll tell you everything in the morning," he says.
"Can I at least know your name now?"
He takes in a deep breath and answers, "Lohengrin. My name is Lohengrin."
"Lohengrin?" she repeats.
She leans closer to him and kisses his cheek.
"My husband Lohengrin," Elsa murmurs to his ear.
"My Elsa," he returns to her, dropping his hands away and wrapping an arm around her waist.
He tugs her back down to the bed, half-asleep again yet far less at ease.
