~ If...This Had Been The Beginning ~
by planetsolin
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PART FIVE
chapter 7
Xena lounged on the throne barely listening to the conversation as her ministers and the Roman delegates argued over some minor point in the treaty. She knew she could have settled the disagreement with a mere word but she choose to let them continue to haggle. The exercise was really meaningless but the process allowed the Roman's to falsely believe they still had some control.
"I had forgotten how dry and boring this was," Marc Anthony leaned over and whispered. There was a coy smile on his face. He was sitting in the chair next to her. It was his job to ensure the delegation was treated fairly. Xena cast him a bemused look.
"Do you have a suggestion to change that?"
"Several actually," the man continued with his broad smile. "It's been a long time since anyone has given me a tour of the Palace."
"I will have to remember to mention that to Archius," came the stoic reply. "I've heard he's a good tour guide."
The smile on her companions face wavered and Xena wanted to let a smirk cross her lips but she restrained her impulses. It was no use making things harder then they were already and besides she liked toying with this man. It was a diversion from the boring discussions.
"I was hoping that perhaps you would show me."
"I am a busy woman," she replied dryly. "I have no time to play tourist."
"Not even for an old friend?"
"I have no friends Marc Anthony," she said coolly with a twitch of bemusement. "And even if I did, I would hardly choose someone who would betray his friends. How is Cleopatra these days?"
"Ouch Xena, that hurt," the General responded with a hurt expression. He didn't want her to know exactly how deeply her comment had cut. "I don't understand why you are so cold to me. You were much warmer the last time we spoke."
"Things were different then," she replied dryly.
"And you are punishing me because of that?" he pouted realizing she was sore over Caesar's betrayal of her. "Xena, I wasn't the one who left your bed for someone else." He paused. "But if it suits you I could apologize and then you could punish me."
"Stop begging Marc Anthony," Xena was suddenly bored with the conversation. "It doesn't become you. My interests are otherwise entertained at the moment."
"That doesn't sound like the Xena I know, could it be you've changed?"
"Do you want to see how I haven't?" she snarled and instinctively he moved away. That suited Xena fine. "Stick to business Marc Anthony, it's what you do best."
Gabrielle spent most of the afternoon in her chambers working on her scrolls. Her mood had lightened considerably by the evening when it was time to start getting ready for dinner. She ran a bath, pouring in some of the scented oil she bought, and then slipped into the warm water. She had a hundred questions she wanted to ask her hostess and quietly she lay in the water formulating them in her head. Her silence was what allowed the servants to believe they were alone in the main room, thus they didn't moderate their voices which drifted into the washroom through the open door.
"Who do you think the Empress will take to her bed tonight?' an unfamiliar voice asked of someone else. "Marc Anthony is among the Roman delegates and I hear they had a good time the last time they met."
"Only rumours," Belaus replied. "Since Caesar's betrayal the Conqueror has only contempt for the Roman's."
"But the Conqueror has been known to look past her contempt," the faceless voice responded. "I heard say that he went so far as to say he would like to bed down with her. I think I'd wager on him, the bard will have to wait a little while longer before she gets a chance to service the Empress."
Belaus made some other comment but Gabrielle was no longer willing to listen to any more of the conversation. Humiliation burned in her cheeks as she ducked her head under the water. She hadn't considered what people would think of her intentions. Only she knew they weren't as tawdry as the servant suggested.
She waited until they were gone before climbing out of the bath. She stepped into the next room glad to see that she was alone and that her clothes for the evening had been carefully laid out on the bed. For the first time since arriving she wanted to run and hide. She was tempted just to forget the dinner and sneak out of the Palace but changed her mind. She was not a coward.
Xena was not in a good mood by the time she retreated to her private chambers to get ready for the evenings festivities. Her conversation with Marc Anthony had sorely tried her patience. She did not relish spending the rest of the long evening in his company. The only bright spot was the fact that Gabrielle would also be there to lightened the boredom. The thought of the bard brought a smile to her dour features and she wondered how the girl had occupied herself that day. She didn't have long to wonder.
"Could you prepare my bath?" Xena asked when Belaus appeared in the room. Her regular maid seemed to have momentarily disappeared.
"Certainly my Empress," the servant girl bowed and then hesitated.
"What is it?" the Conqueror asked annoyed by the girl's delay.
"The young bard asked for me to give you this," the servant said meekly holding out a small bundle.
Xena looked at the offering. "What is it?"
"I believe it is a small gift, which she purchased for you while she was out in the market this afternoon," Belaus said fugitively glancing up at her master as the tall woman finally took the small package. "I'll prepare your bath now."
The Empress watched the servant hurry into the next room before turning her attention back to the small gift she held in her hands. A wealth of emotions rippled through her body and she took a long moment just to savour the feelings before she gingerly unfolded the piece of parchment attached to the bundle.
"Xena,
Was out shopping this afternoon and I found this. I think it's the one that you always wear
because when I smelt it, I was reminded of you. It's just a small gift to let you know I was
thinking of you. I guess I just wish it were the evening already.
Gabrielle."
Breathe, Xena told herself as trembling fingers unravelled the cloth to reveal a vial of scented oil. She lifted the cap and smelled the fragrance. It was the scent that she used and the bard knew that after such a short time. She slumped into the nearest chair aware that her legs were about to give out. No one had bought her a gift since the tiny solstice presents her mother had given her as a child. No one had cared enough about her until now.
Her heart soared at the realization and a smile found it's way across her dour features. She stood up and walked purposefully towards the washroom where Belaus had filled the wash tub with warm water. Suddenly the evening ahead didn't seem so dreadful.
Xena noticed the bard's sober mood the moment the girl was escorted into the dining hall. The light she had seen earlier on the woman's face was gone replaced by a tentative expression. This was not the woman she had come to expect and she wondered what had happened.
She had waited to see the girl all day and her desire had only been fuelled by the bard's little surprise. More then ever she was determined to finish her business with the Roman's as quickly as possible so she could send them on their way. Her sole purpose was to clear time to spend with the young woman.
"Is everything all right?" she inquired of the bard when she sat down.
"Yes," Gabrielle tried to smile catching a glimpse of the extremely handsome man who sat to the Conqueror's left.
"Is it your shoulder?" the Empress pressed.
"No, everything's fine," the bard continued to smile flexing her shoulder to emphasis her words. The Empress leaned back in her chair puzzled. She briefly turned her attention to her duties as host.
"Marc Anthony," she tapped the man's shoulder. "I would like you to meet Gabrielle of Potedaia. Gabrielle this is Marc Anthony, General of the Roman Army."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Gabrielle," Marc Anthony was very gracious as he leaned forward to accept her hand and lay a kiss on her wrist.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He knew immediately this woman was his competition. Only those favoured by the Conqueror sat next to her. The girl was beautiful, he had to admit, and young but there was a look of innocence on her face. It was normal for the Empress to collect beautiful things but usually she preferred experience.
"It's a pleasure to meet such a famous General," Gabrielle responded politely eyeing the man and grudgingly conceding that he had a certain charm.
Xena watched the exchange keenly. She had heard the polite words and shrewdly guessed at their nature. The bard and the General were assessing each other like opponents before battle. They both were vying for her attention. At another time that knowledge would have pleased her immensely but today there was no competition. She had already chosen her winner.
"Gabrielle is a bard," the Conqueror said when the General finally released the other woman's hand. "She tells the most wonderful stories."
The guest arched his eyebrows in surprise. The Conqueror usually reserved herself for persons of political or strategic importance. The others she took to bed never shared her table. His curiosity was piqued.
"Perhaps then you would honour me by telling us a few tales while we eat," the man said with a pleasant smile.
"If the Empress so desires," Gabrielle said demurely lowering her eyes after glancing at the woman next to her.
"I so desire," Xena said with a seductive rumble. "But you will wait until the meal is over. The minstrels will entertain us now."
Marc Anthony had no doubt now where the bard stood in the Empress' Realm. He shrugged off the lost opportunity, though he figured if he stayed around long enough things might turn to his advantage. The Empress was known not to retain her interest in any one thing or person for any length of time. He would be patient.
Gabrielle barely tasted any of the food she ate though Xena ensured her plate was always filled. She was nervous and uncertain why. In the end she surmised it was because she was unsure of how things would be. She had heard tales from others how these state dinner some times turned into orgies. She wasn't certain she was ready for that.
She glanced covertly at the General who was keeping up a steady conversation with all those around him. Xena merely acknowledged his words with a grunt or a few curt words. She answered the few questions that were directed her way.
The meal was finally over and it was her turn to take the stage. All her fears disappeared the moment she looked up to see those pale blue eyes staring at her. There was a soft expression and an encouraging smile on her lips.
This evening she choose several of her favourites, regaling her attentive audience with a tale about another God stumbling into Mt. Olympus. She followed that with a story about Hercules and the Cyclops. She ended the session with a new tale she had been working on and had finished that very afternoon.
The appreciative audience clapped wildly and for the first time that evening Gabrielle allowed a relaxed and natural smile to spread across her face as she acknowledged the compliments, yet there was only one person's approval she longed for.
Xena stared at the bard in wonderment. She watched the smile that enveloped the girl's features and it seemed the light in the room became brighter. Not for the first time did she wonder if being with the girl was not a disservice to her. For a moment green eyes locked onto blue and the Empress smiled.
Marc Anthony glanced from the bard to the Empress. He was impressed. The girl was doing to the Empress what no on else had been able to do. This innocent bard was slowly bringing the Conqueror to her knees. He smiled wondering if the Empress knew herself what was happening. Certainly the smile on her face was more revealing then anything he had ever seen.
The festivities went on late into the evening as other musicians moved to take the stage. Empty goblets were quickly filled and Gabrielle noticed the occupants of the room slowly bow to the affects of the refreshments. She had only had a few glasses of cider with her meal and had noted with interest that the Conqueror herself had consumed little. Their guests though had no such restraint.
"Enjoy yourselves," Xena announced rising from her chair. Everyone knew that this was her way of making her departure. The servants waited expectantly to see who would win their hard earned dinars. There was a mixture of sighs and chuckles of glee when the Empress motioned the bard to proceed her.
Marc Anthony eyed the departure through a hazy fog. Lucky devil, he thought conceding defeat and then turned his eye to a comely court follower who had been watching him throughout the meal. He smiled deciding she would be a pleasant diversion.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Xena asked once they were alone in her chambers.
"Yes," Gabrielle nodded watching as her companion poured them each a glass of wine before settling on the couch by the fire. "Empress..."
"Xena," the Conqueror interrupted. "I want you to call me Xena."
"Xena," the bard swallowed, indulging the command. "This afternoon when I went out into the market Archius insisted I take an armed guard."
"It is dangerous for you to be alone," came the even response.
"I've managed before," was the protest.
"You are with me now," was the cool reply.
"How does that make things different?"
It was an obvious question and one Xena didn't want to answer. There were things she wanted to keep separate from the bard but this was not one she could.
"People know you are my guest," she choose her words carefully, yet she wanted the girl to feel the impact of their meaning. "Any association with me makes you a target for all those who despise me."
There was silence as the bard contemplated what was said. She understood the implications of her association with the Empress. It didn't change the way she felt. She didn't think anything would.
"This afternoon when I was shopping," Gabrielle began again addressing another concern. "Joshua wouldn't allow me to pay for any of my purchases."
"You are my guest," the Empress shrugged instinctively aware this woman didn't like any display of ownership.
"That's what he said."
"You didn't believe him?"
"No," the bard was honest. "It felt like you were paying me for some service."
The girl flushed unable to meet the Conqueror's gaze. Xena astutely guessed what the woman was thinking. She leaned forward and lifted the girl's chin with her finger, until their eyes met and held.
"I am," the Empress whispered and Gabrielle felt a now familiar heat rush through her body. "You have graced me with your presence and warmed me with your stories. You allow others to toss you dinars, I have given you nothing. Will you not allow me to give you anything?"
Gabrielle wasn't certain she could move let alone speak coherently. The eyes in front of her had a mesmerising effect. She couldn't have pulled away even if she had wanted to.
"I don't want payment from you, for anything," she said softly hoping the Empress would understand.
"Are you then the only one whose allowed to give gifts?" the tall woman asked softly and the bard's eyes widened at the tiny smile that was tugging on the Conqueror's lips. This small woman was a revelation to her. She had never met anyone who hadn't wanted something from her. "Will you accept gifts from me?"
"As long as they are given with the best intentions," came the quiet response.
"Always," the Conqueror replied the smile widening for a minute before fading as blue eyes continued to bore into green ones. "Why are you here?"
"To keep you from being lonely," Gabrielle answered the question the same way she had responded the previous evening.
"Why do you care?" Xena asked the question she hadn't been brave enough to voice the night before.
Gabrielle had expected this question the previous night. She heard the hint of cynicism in the voice. She understood the Conqueror approached everyone with suspicion. She shrugged her shoulders determined to be honest.
"That afternoon by the lake near Amphipolis, when you saved me from those soldiers, I felt this connection to you," she paused wondering how else she could explain it. "It was only re-enforced by the time we spent together at the camp."
"I left you there without saying goodbye," Xena smiled cryptically aware of the way the woman's gentle voice soothened and caressed her senses.
"You must have had some important business."
"There was none."
"Then you must have had a good reason," Gabrielle insisted and the Empress was unable to say anything for awhile. She couldn't believe this girl was making excuses for her behaviour.
In that instant she realized she had been defeated, conquered by a woman she barely knew. She didn't understand how it happened or why, except that everything had gone way beyond any physical pleasure she sought to gain. If she took this bard to bed, it would mean more then satisfying some physical curiosity. She didn't want to contemplate what that meant. She had felt it at the army camp and it had caused her to flee like a coward. But the girl had come after her and now she was truly in trouble.
"What if there wasn't?" Xena queried finally. "What if I just didn't want to see you again?"
"There must have been a reason for that too," Gabrielle countered with a soft smile. "And ...if you hadn't really wanted to see me you won't have let me into the Palace yesterday."
"Yes, perhaps that was not my wisest decision," the Empress conceded and the bard was unable to hide the hurt those words caused.
Xena caught her breath at the pain she saw and was immediately contrite. The last thing she wanted was to hurt this woman. She reached out with her free hand and gently brushed it across her cheek as if wiping away an invisible tear.
"Why don't you like me?" Gabrielle asked with a trembling voice.
"Ahh, that's not the problem," the Conqueror replied in a weary voice. "The problem is that I like you too much Gabrielle and that's why I think you are going to bring me a lot of trouble."
"I don't want to be the cause of any trouble," the girl replied quietly and the Empress knew she had not fully understood.
"Don't worry my bard," the Conqueror smiled indulgently and then leaned forward to brush her lips across the girl's mouth. "I don't think I will mind dealing with your kind of trouble."
With that she leaned in again and closing her eyes Gabrielle allowed her response to be instinctive. She had kissed many boys back in Potedaia but they had never been like this. She pressed her mouth against the firm lips savouring the sweet taste. Xena felt herself respond to the quiet invitation. She dropped her hand to caress the skin at the base of the bard's neck, enjoying the feel of the soft warmth beneath her hand.
Gabrielle started at the electric shock that went through her body at the Conqueror's touch. Unconsciously she pulled away, her chest rising and falling as the emotions twirled around inside her body.
"Are you all right?" the Empress asked, her body already seduced by the woman, her breathing slightly ragged.
She had been taken aback by the girl's reaction. She had thought they shared the same goal but perhaps her own desire had clouded her judgement. She was rarely wrong about these things.
She wanted this girl, more then she had ever wanted anyone else and in the past she would have just taken what she desired but this time it was different. This time it was more then lust. It was something deeper. She lifted her hand away.
"We don't have to do this," Xena surprised herself with the words. She knew then as impossible as it seemed, she was in love. She stood up and put some distance between them.
"No," Gabrielle's eyes widened. She didn't want the Conqueror to leave her.
"No, it's all right Gabrielle," Xena said her voice strained as she tried to exercise control of her emotions. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. I won't force myself on you."
"No," the bard's voice was loud and clear as she jumped to her feet and crossed the room to where the Conqueror was standing. She grabbed the large hands and held them between her own. She had to make this woman see that truth.
"I want this," Gabrielle said, swallowing nervously, her green eyes flashing. "But I don't know what to do. I've never done this before with anyone..."
The last words were said in a rush and as the voice trailed away the girl looked down at her feet, a flash of embarrassment flushing her cheeks. Xena felt a warm glow spread through her body and a gentle smile broke across her lips.
Normally she had no patience for the inexperienced but this night she was uncommonly pleased, almost humbled by the girl's innocence. She delighted in the knowledge that she would be the first to introduce the bard to the carnal pleasures of the body. She reached out and tipped the woman's chin up so blue eyes met green.
"Just follow your instincts," the ex-warlord whispered and then lowered her mouth.
The kiss was soft and sweet, and after a brief moment she increased the passion of the embrace, allowing her tongue to part the bard's lips and probe its sweet depths. Gabrielle responded with a slight moan as she leaned into the taller woman, her arms instinctively winding around the woman's neck, pulling them closer together.
The Conqueror deepened the kiss winding her arms around the smaller woman and drawing her body against her own. She would take her time with his one, she decided. She would be gentle as she introduced her to the pleasure of being with another human being. She would control her own desire.
Gabrielle sighed as the kiss finally broke off. Unconsciously she ran her tongue over her lips, savouring the taste left there by her companion. She glanced up only to see that sensuous mouth closing over hers again.
Her lips parted and a shiver of excitement raced through her body as a long slick tongue darted in to probe and sample her sweet nectar. She had been kissed before but none of those kisses had ever made her legs turn to jelly.
The Conqueror felt the smaller woman sway and without breaking the kiss bent and lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. She gently lay her down on the blankets and then carefully proceeded to strip away the woman's clothing, ensuring each piece of garment was followed by a flurry of kisses that enveloped the bard into a cocoon of warmth and pleasure that she had never before experienced.
"You are so beautiful," Xena breathed, pausing in her exploration to gaze over her soon to be lovers' naked body.
"Xena, please," the bard whispered hoarsely and the Conqueror smiled and lowered herself once more over the woman.
Gabrielle tried to keep a conscious thought but she quickly lost the battle, her senses drowning in a pool of desire that bubbled up to envelope her entire body. She let herself drift, carried away on a cloud of sensations that were new and exciting, as the flames inside her body ignited and took control.
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Xena woke slowly, aware of two things. One that it wasn't quite dawn and two that an exquisite weight of naked flesh lay sprawled across her body. She opened one eye and smiled at the sight that greeted her vision.
The bard was nestled in the crook of her shoulder, a possessive arm draped across her ribs. Their legs were entwined and tangled amongst the sheets. A warm breath gently caressed the naked skin of her exposed breast. She closed her eyes and allowed herself the opportunity to savour memories of the previous evening.
Last night had been a revelation of the sweetest kind. It had been beyond anything she had previously experienced. Before sex had merely been a physical act of lust and desire without emotional feeling, and her partners were quickly discarded. It had been that way with them all but last night had been different.
At first the bard had been tentative, her touches a nervous exploration that had excited the Conqueror like never before. As the night had worn on the girl had grown more confident and demanding, eager to give and receive with equal abandon. Xena had given herself up more than once, allowing the bard complete control over her in a manner she had never allowed with any one else. The pleasure had only ended when exhaustion finally took hold of their bodies and she had contentedly gathered the younger woman into her arms and given herself up to sleep. A sleep more peaceful then she could ever remember.
She opened weary eyes and scanned the lightening sky. It was time to begin her day yet she was reluctant to ease away from the warm body. Something had happened last night. Something that made her feel different. She closed her eyes not wanting to think about it, content to savour the wondrous feelings that consumed her body.
"Mmm," the bard began to stir and Xena was instantly alert.
"Good morning," she whispered softly as green eyes popped open. She locked her arms around the smaller woman's waist and dropped a tender kiss on her brow.
"Hmm," Gabrielle murmured not certain how to describe the way she was feeling.
Last night had been incredible. Her first experience had been more perfect then she had imagined. She understood now, why she had resisted her fathers' efforts to marry her off or her own indifference to the boys who had expressed their interest. She had been waiting for someone special and that person had come to her last night.
"How you doing?" the Conqueror asked. For perhaps the first time in her life Xena was uncertain. She was scared, of what she didn't know exactly. The one thing she did know was that the woman in her arms was little more then a slip of a girl but also the most important thing in her life.
"Great," Gabrielle sighed exuberantly unable to be anything but honest. Suddenly she was shy. "Was I okay?"
"You were wonderful," Xena smiled indulgently setting aside the younger woman's fears, aware that the girl was beginning to blush.
"You were kinda incredible yourself," Gabrielle admitted and the Conqueror laughed. It was a joyous sound, rich and full and it filled the whole room. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the bard's, almost to overcome with emotion to speak.
"You are very good for my ego," she finally managed to say.
"No," the bard disagreed somberly, gently tracing a fingertip across the Conquerors ribs. "It's you who is very good for my ego."
The Empress saw the sincere emotion in the girls eyes and felt a strong tug on her heart. She wanted nothing more than to cradle this woman for the rest of her life.
"I forgot to thank you for the scent," Xena remembered something she hadn't yet done. "It was very thoughtful but you know you don't have to get me anything."
"I know, but I wanted to get you something," Gabrielle blushed with embarrassment. "You have been so kind to me."
"It's you who have been kind to me," the Empress disagreed. "If there is anything I can do for you just ask."
"Can we do this again?' the bard asked shyly breaking the silence between them. Xena thought of the official duties that awaited her attention. She decided they could wait.
"Anytime you want," she replied and the girl grinned mischievously.
"Good," Gabrielle said before crawling up the Conqueror's body so she could place her lips over the other woman's.
Xena returned the embrace, giving in to all the feelings that threatened to overwhelm every part of her existence. Everything else was forgotten except the pleasure that this woman was offering.
Ares stepped back from the pool in disgust, his bellow ringing loudly through the great halls of the Palace on Mt. Olympus. He glanced about his room and waited and in a moment his shout was rewarded as Aphrodite suddenly materialized in a sparkle of light.
"What do you think you are doing?" he demanded.
"Me??" the Goddess of Love asked in surprise and innocence. "What do you think I've done?"
"You are playing with my Chosen," Ares barked angrily.
"Your Chosen?" the Goddess pretended ignorance. "Are you talking about that gorgeous looking mortal that you pant after like a dog in heat?"
"Watch your tongue," the God of War snarled. "I want to know what you are doing?"
"What makes you think I am doing anything?" she replied smoothly. "You know mortals do have this uncommon trait of going off and doing there own thing."
"Not Xena," Ares bellowed angrily but the Goddess of Love was unfazed by his tirade.
"Yes, Xena," Aphrodite reminded him pointedly. "Ares, she may be your Chosen, but everyone on Mt. Olympus knows you can't control her. You've tried and she just goes and does her own thing anyway. Face it brother, she's her own woman and," the Goddess glanced down at the pool and smiled, "by the looks of things she's in love. Look at them, don't they look soooooo cute together?"
"Nooooooo," the God of War howled but Aphrodite only laughed and then disappeared in a burst of light.
Artemis had been standing just outside of Ares quarters listening to the exchange. She was worried. She had agreed with the Goddess of Love's plan only because she had been angry but in the following days as she had watched things develop she had become increasingly worried. She had seen Ares when he was mad and she certainly didn't want their interference to bring more harm down on the Amazon's. She cornered Aphrodite as soon as the Goddess of Love left their brother's
room.
"Perhaps we've interfered enough," she suggested but the Goddess of Love only laughed.
"We've only begun Artie babe," Aphrodite said with an amused twinkle. "Besides you don't think what's happening down there is all my doing, do you?"
"Isn't it?" Artemis asked with narrowed eyes.
"Certainly not sweetheart, that's not how I work," the blonde Goddess was amused at the astonished expression that washed over her sisters face. "I only help mortals fall in love, I don't make them fall in love. There has to be an attraction to begin with."
"So what exactly do you do then?" the Goddess of the Hunt asked curiously and Aphrodite sighed.
"I do the small details," she replied with an airy wave of her hand. "The little things that make them fall in love, like for instance our Conqueror has every intention of working in her stuffy office today but suddenly she is going to get this wonderful idea for a picnic."
"Oh!" Artemis was surprised by this revelation. She had always assumed that her sister was directly responsible for making couples fall in love. She admitted as much.
"No Artie babe," Aphrodite smiled though she was disappointed to shatter her sisters illusion. "I just bring them together. They do the falling in love all by themselves."
It was late in the morning before the Conqueror finally made an appearance in her council chambers. Archius glanced covertly at his master and saw that she was in a good mood. It almost looked like she was actually smiling. He glanced down at the parchment he was reading in an attempt to hide his own grin.
"How much money did you win last night Archius?" Xena asked by way of greeting.
"Almost one hundred dinars," the aide replied pursuing his lips together aware that somehow the Conqueror knew everything that was going on.
"I should whip you for making a profit off my love life," she replied in a bantering tone that was unfamiliar to the man.
"On the contrary my Empress," the man responded in a light tone all too aware that the woman had used the word love and not sex. "You should be pleased I had such confidence in you. There were many who bet against your pairing."
"Indeed," she mused thoughtfully and then turned serious. "She is no idle distraction and I won't allow anyone to treat her like a whore."
"No, my Empress," Archius took the warning for what it was. He would pass the word to the rest of the Palace staff. "It was all in good fun, no harm was meant. Besides ninety of those dinars were made off the Roman's themselves. It seems they had a high opinion of Marc Anthony's abilities to seduce you."
A smile played against the Conqueror's lips but she was not amused. Her distaste for the Roman's grew. The dislike was mutual yet still they played the political game of being friends, both aware that neither where ready yet to test each others strength on the battlefield. The price of defeat was to steep to idly play at war with each other, so instead they signed meaningless treaties of peace and trade and continued to conqueror the nations surrounding them.
"How are things going in my Realm?" she asked sidling up to her desk where a stack of parchments awaited her attention.
"Everything is presently calm," the man replied aware that the playful nature of the Conqueror had disappeared. "All Regions report things are quiet."
"Does that include the region covered by General Rufus?" she inquired glancing briefly over a parchment the man set out in front of her.
"Yes," the aide nodded. "Ever since your visit the region has had no trouble. I forgot to ask earlier but did you ever find out about those rumours of sedition?"
"Just rumours I think," Xena mused in a distracted voice. "How does the treasury look, has the cut back on taxes affected our ability to go to war if necessary?"
"No, my Empress," Archius conceded. They had argued about that point but he had been unable to sway her decision about cutting back on taxes. "We still have plenty of reserves."
"Good. How about my orders for the spare troops to help in the village fields, are they being carried out?" she asked mentally running through a list of concerns that she had.
"With varied degrees of success," the man admitted reluctantly.
"Oh?" the Empress' eyebrows shot up questioningly. "Is there some problem?"
"There are still some soldiers refusing to work in the fields and others who are only putting a half hearted effort into the duty," he repeated the complaints he had received. "But on a whole the Regional Commanders are reporting that the system is working to a degree. The civilian governors in most areas are reporting that they will be able to work more land next season with the added labour force."
"Which means more tax money will roll in," the Conqueror was pleased. "I want a letter drafted and dispatched to all Regional Commanders. I want this system enforced on all soldiers without exception."
"Yes, my Empress," the aide replied.
"Is there anything else in dire need of my attention?"
"No," the man shook his head.
"Good, then I will leave you to continue the negotiations with the Roman's. I will be taking the day off."
"Yes, my Empress," the small man nodded and watched as the Empress headed towards the door. He noticed there was a slight bounce to her step.
"Oh, also, ask the kitchen to prepare a picnic lunch, I shall be away from the Palace for most of the day," she called over her shoulder.
"Do you think it wise to leave the city while the Roman's are here?" Archius could not hide his dismay. The Conqueror paused at the door and smiled at her official.
"There will be no trouble. Most of them were up pretty late last night celebrating. I don't imagine many of them will be awake before midday at the earliest," she said. "And if there is any trouble tell Zenon, he will know where to find me."
The aide nodded and Xena strolled out of the room. The idea for a picnic had just suddenly entered her head. She had been intent on spending the day in her office handling the Empire's daily business but for some reason that had suddenly become ludicrous. She had just spent the most wonderful night of her life with the most beautiful woman she had ever met and she was not about to leave the girl on her own this day. It had been bad enough that she had slipped away while the young woman was still sleeping.
Xena found Gabrielle half submerged in the bath. She crept into the washroom, pausing for a moment at the doorway to stare at her lover. The girl had her head back against the edge of the tub with her arms draped along the sides. Her eyes where closed and there was such a peaceful and contented look on her face that the Conqueror hesitated to interrupt.
But the image was to much to bare and silently she stepped up to the head of the tub and bent over the girl, brushing her lips softly over the closed mouth as her hands slowly descended over the bard's shoulders, down her chest and into the water. She cupped the younger woman's breasts and kneaded them softly as her mouth continued to possess the girl's.
Gabrielle responded by instinct, her arms winding up and around the taller woman's neck, holding her in place as their mouths danced erotically against each others. Her whole body became inflamed and all she wanted was to pull the Conqueror down into the water with her and possess her. But Xena had other plans and finally with great effort broke the contact. The bard moaned, her sensitized body feeling the loss immediately. Xena smiled and moved around the tub to kneel at the side where their eyes could met.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"After what you just did, a little frustrated," Gabrielle was honest and the Conqueror laughed.
"Perhaps I have something that will help," Xena said and the girl looked at her with widening eyes that made her laugh again. "No, not that. My gods I think I may have created a monster. No, I want to take you on a picnic, so hurry up with your bath. I'll meet you down by the stables in half a candlemark."
Gabrielle needed no more encouragement. A picnic with the Conqueror was almost as nice an idea as making love with her, and it was possible that they could still do both. She dressed in a hurry and then rushed to meet her lover who had Argo saddled and waiting by the time she arrived.
"Don't you have any business to worry about?" Gabrielle was a little suspicious as the taller woman lifted her onto Argo's back. Instead of riding behind the Conqueror she had been settled in front of the woman who wrapped one arm tightly around her waist while using the other hand to control the horses reins.
"Yes, but it can wait," Xena breathed deeply burying her face in the blond hair and savouring the woman's distinct scent. "Besides I couldn't have you think I was a complete barbarian."
"Why would I think that?" the girl was surprised.
"After last night, only the cruelest lover would leave you to spend the day on your own," the Empress said and Gabrielle was momentarily speechless, her whole body reacting to those words. So much had been said about the Conqueror but no one had ever suggested that she was a romantic. The realization made the younger woman's heart swell.
They rode through the center of the city with the Palace escort riding behind them at a respectful distance. To Gabrielle it seemed that the Conqueror was intent on showing the people of her Empire that they were together and that thought made her heart swell even more. If she was not in love with the Empress before, she certainly was now.
They left the city behind and rode up into the surrounding hills, travelling a circular path that took them up through a forest. Finally they broke through the trees and entered a small meadow that sloped gently down into the valley below. From here they could get a full view of the city and the blue sea beyond.
It was a beautiful place and Gabrielle fell in love with it the moment she saw it. They rode to the centre where a lone rock stood. They sat quietly enjoying the peace and the beauty of the green fertile valley, watching the activity below. They had lost the escort somewhere in the forest and were completely alone.
"This is incredible," Gabrielle breathed captured by the way the bright sunshine enhanced the rich colours of the tapestry of nature that surrounded them.
"Yes," Xena replied. She could feel the girl tremble in her arms.
"Thank you for bringing me here," the bard sighed.
"Don't thank me yet," the Conqueror breathed heavily, desire coursing through her body. She could feel the girl's excitement and she ached to make this experience even more memorable for the young woman.
She bent her head and gently kissed the exposed skin on the girl's neck and Gabrielle shivered in response, an involuntary moan escaping from between her parted lips. It was the only encouragement the Empress needed as she dropped the reins and captured the girl's breast with one hand while the other snaked down her waist to dip into her breeches.
Gabrielle shuddered at the intimate contact as several strong fingers reached in and caressed the hairs that covered her sex before slipping lower. She moaned and leaned back against her lover, pushing her hips in reflex against the hand that was so expertly stroking her desire. She felt herself grow moist but was powerless to control the reactions of her body.
Xena delighted in the woman's wetness. She kept her lips on the woman's neck, kissing her tenderly as her fingers slipped inside her body and she began the rhythmic stroke that would bring her lover to climax. It didn't take long before Gabrielle's hips bucked and spasms of pleasure took hold of her senses. The Conqueror fondled her companion for a long time after the sensations had receded.
"Do you do this with all your lovers?" Gabrielle asked when her voice finally lost its ragged edge. She was aware of the gentle nuzzling of the Empress' lips on her neck.
"Never," Xena replied lazily, enjoying her companions pleasure. "This is for you and you only Gabrielle."
The bard twisted around in the saddle so that she could look at her lover, aware that her action caused the comforting hand that continued to stroke her sex slip away. There was a serious and determined look on the young woman's face.
"I hope I never do anything to betray this trust you have given to me."
Xena was shocked by the statement but by the look in the bard's eyes she knew it was said in earnest. Gently she picked up the girl's hands and brought them to her lips, placing tender kisses on the knuckles.
"You won't," the Conqueror was never more certain of this statement and then smiled, aware that the mood had grown to intense. "Are you hungry?"
"Always," Gabrielle smiled and the Conqueror chuckled before sliding off the horse.
PART SIX
chapter 8
For the first time in her life Gabrielle felt liberated. It was as if she was this whole new person and she had the Conqueror to thank for that. The Empress had opened her up to a part of herself that she had hidden for fear of what people would think. Now she walked around with a bounce to her step and a smile fixed permanently on her face. She had thought of herself as a happy person but she hadn't known what happy really was until now.
She had always been a friendly person but she had lacked the confidence she now felt. Her parents had made her feel that being different was bad, but now she realized it wasn't so awful. It was wonderful and her enthusiasm infected everyone who happened to be around her. Even Xena felt the affects.
"You're in a good mood," Marc Anthony commented one morning after a particularly gruelling negotiations session. They had taken a break for lunch.
"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?" came the light retort.
"I don't know," the Roman replied dryly. "It makes me nervous."
"Good," the Conqueror replied with a smile. "I wouldn't want to become to predictable." With that she strolled off leaving the Roman General to watch and muse about her good mood.
It was definitely not what he had come to expect from the woman and if made him anxious. Caesar had plans for Greece and everything was based on how they perceived the Conqueror would response to their challenge. Caesar boasted how he could tell what the Conqueror was thinking. Marc Anthony began to believe it was an arrogant claim.
Xena knew she had puzzled the Roman with her mood and that suited her fine. She knew her enemy thought they knew her but she was wise to their intrigue. She dismissed all thoughts of the man and turned them instead to her young friend. They had only been lovers for a short time yet the Conqueror acknowledged that the girl owned her completely.
She went looking for her now, hoping for a little distraction before having to return for the afternoon bargaining session. But the girl was nowhere to be found and she could not hide her disappointment.
"Do you know where Gabrielle is?" she inquired of Belaus who was tending to the girls room.
"I believe she has gone shopping in the market," the girl answered quietly.
The Conqueror smiled. She knew the young woman loved to shop but she also knew the girl rarely purchased anything unless it was a necessity. More than once the bard had returned from the market with a small surprise for her and now she was almost disappointed when the girl didn't buy her anything. Suddenly, she had this intense desire to be with the bard. She turned to go and had reached the door when she paused and glanced back at the servant.
"I want you to move all of Gabrielle's things into my suite," she instructed the servant making an impulsive decision. Without another word she turned and strolled out leaving the maid staring open mouthed in astonishment.
It didn't take long for the Conqueror to find who she was looking for. It wasn't the presence of the Royal Guards that captured her attention but the sight of the small strawberry blond woman who was standing in the middle of the market with a crowd of laughing and relaxed merchants gathered in a circle around her.
Xena paused to watch, aware that her lover had made friends with these peasants, in the same way she had befriended most of the Palace staff. Her natural charm and innocence was a shining beacon of light and affection. More then once the Conqueror considered herself lucky to be the recipient of the girls devotion. There were days when she didn't know what she had done to deserve the friendship and love the younger woman offered. Whatever it was she vowed she would never do anything to destroy it.
Today a merchant was showing her young lover a contraption in which a coiled cloth figure would pop out of a can when opened. The action sent peals of laughter through the crowd. Everyone was so engrossed that it took awhile for them to notice that she was there. When they did it was as if a dark cloud suddenly passed over the sun. The crowd fell silent and hastily dispersed. The bard seemed not to notice the merchants reaction or if she did she choose to ignore it.
Gabrielle was surprised but delighted to see her lover that afternoon. Most mornings they spent together sparring at the practice fields but afterwards the Empress would retreat to the throne room to handle the duties of state. It usually wasn't until the evening meal that they had another chance to speak. She set the toy down on the nearest table and hurried over to where her lover was standing.
"Xena what are you doing here?" Gabrielle could not hide her pleasure.
"I'm looking for one small blond haired bard," Xena replied easily with a tiny smile as she cast a weary glance around the market. She could see the covert looks that the merchants were directing her way. "I came to make sure you aren't spending my entire treasury."
The bard smiled aware the Empress was teasing. She hooked an arm into the taller woman's and led her across to the booth where she had been standing. She picked up the contraption that had earlier captured her attention.
"Do you know they call this zeus-in-a-box?" she asked displaying the object to her lover. Xena picked up the box and turned it over in her hands. She glanced at the bard and saw the mischievous grin that was twinkling in the beautiful green eyes. "Open it."
"Why?" the Conqueror's eyes narrowed perceptively and the girl shrugged. She did as the girl asked and watched passively as the cloth toy jumped out at her before falling to the ground. She glanced at the blond woman and saw the disconcerted expression on her face.
"Was it supposed to do something?" she asked innocently and the bard scrunched up her face before snatching the toy out of her hand.
"Doesn't anything scare you?" Gabrielle could not hide her disappointment and Xena struggled to control her mirth.
"Was it supposed to scare me?"
"Yes," the bard flashed her a look and stomped her foot in the most adorable expression of frustration that the Conqueror had ever seen. "It's supposed to jump out when you open it and scare you."
Xena couldn't contain her laugher any longer and a broad smile broke out across her face. The other woman looked at her suspiciously, her green eyes narrowing.
"What are you laughing about?" she wanted to know.
"You," the Conqueror said. "You are so adorable when you're angry."
"I am not," the bard stomped her foot again and tried to glower at her companion but it was a useless effort. She could never remain angry at this woman for very long, Xena only laughed again.
"I wasn't scared because I have been standing over there watching you play with this thing for the last few minutes," the Conqueror confessed and received a disgusted look from her lover but it was quickly replaced with a smile.
"It's probably just as well," the bard sighed. "If it had scared you I shudder to think what this place would look like now. With your reflexes I think half the stalls in the marketplace would have been sliced and diced before you realized it was a joke."
"Gabrielllle!" Xena groaned. "I'm not that bad."
"Yessss, you are," the woman disagreed turning to look at the goods in the stall. "They have some of the most wonderful things here. Ariela tells me that these scarves are from the land of Chin."
"Corinth has access to many trade routes," the Conqueror responded idly glancing with disinterest over the merchandise. "It's to be expected that we have goods from all over the world."
The girl nodded and then suddenly something occurred to her. She turned to look at her lover and gave her a thoughtful look. She knew for the Conqueror to seek her out there had to be a reason. Suddenly an uncommon fear took a grip of her gut.
"What's up?"
"Why?" Xena gave her a puzzled look.
"Well, it's barely midday," Gabrielle said quietly. "Aren't you supposed to be working on the negotiations with the Roman's?"
"The discussions are going good so we took a break," she shrugged as if it was nothing, her eyes scanning the surrounding marketplace. "I wasn't busy so I thought I'd come and have lunch with you."
"Really!" the young woman could not hide her surprise and delight.
"Yah really," the Conqueror gave her a crooked smile. "So do you want to go back up to the Palace, we could eat and then if there's time..." She left the rest unsaid but winked to make sure the bard understood her meaning.
"Xenaaa, in the middle of the day, now whose insatiable," the girl laughed and slapped her gently on the arm. "Hey, instead of going back to the Palace why don't we eat here. I know some really great food stalls."
"Oh?" a pair of dark eyebrows rose. "Is there something wrong with the food at the Palace?"
"No," the girl flushed. "It's just that I like to come here and mingle with the locals. I listen to them talk and laugh and I hear there stories and it gives me ideas for my own tales. You could say it's a bard thing."
Xena laughed. "All right. We can eat here but if I'm poisoned I will blame you."
"I'll taste your food for you, chicken," Gabrielle smiled and grabbing the Conqueror's arm she led the taller woman along the street until they came to a food stall. The woman behind the table smiled at her and then glanced nervously at her formidable companion.
"Good afternoon Reatha. I have been boasting about how good your food is too my friend here, so she insisted that I bring her for a taste," the bard said, smiling at the older woman who nodded with a flush of embarrassment. "I'll have three meat sticks and four meat rolls and some of those little meat balls that you make."
"Gabrielle, don't you think that's a little much?" the Conqueror eyed her young companion critically. "I'm not that hungry and I know you have an bottomless pit for a stomach but even that's a bit much for you."
"Don't worry," the girl waved her off confidently "None of the food will go to waste."
Xena looked at her but said nothing accepting the food that the seller wrapped in a paper and handed to her. Gabrielle paid the woman and then motioned for her companion to follow her. They ended up at a bench by a community well near the middle of the square.
The Conqueror glanced at her surroundings aware of the curious glances they were receiving. She noticed the Palace Guards who were standing a few paces away. The expressions on their faces revealed the nervousness they felt. She didn't blame them. She was exposed and any one who wanted to take a shot at her had an open chance. She allowed her eyes to run over the marketplace again, surveying the possibilities, accessing the dangers and then dismissing them. She sat down on the bench beside the bard and slowly unwrapped the paper with the food inside.
Gabrielle glanced sideways at her companion and smothered the smile that came to her lips. She could see by the awkwardness of the Conqueror's actions that she was unfamiliar with the situation.
"You haven't done this before have you?" the bard asked with a smile and the Conqueror glanced at her with a scowl.
"Not since I was a child," Xena growled casting a look at the people who were watching. The glare on her face was enough to make them turn away. "You know this isn't good for my image."
"I think it's great for your image," the girl shook her head and took a bite out of her food. "It makes you seem more human," her words were muffled by the food in her mouth.
The Conqueror glanced at her with a scowl that became a grudging smile. She bit into her meat pie, surprised by how delightful the taste was on her palate. She ate silently listening as the bard chattered away between mouthfuls of food. She watched the girl covertly amused by the amount of food that she consumed yet by the time they were finished there was still a large quantity left over. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a small boy in a ragged tunic and dirty face eyeing them suspiciously.
"I'm full," the girl announced and wrapped up the remaining food stuffs and then glancing around she noticed the boy. With a slight wave of her hand she motioned him over. The boy shuffled slowly towards them eyeing her companion with fugitive looks. Xena watched curiously sensing this was a scripted scene.
"Come here," the bard smiled holding the extra food out. "Would you like this? It seems that we bought to much."
The boy said nothing his small brown eyes glancing nervously from the smiling face of the blond girl to the rather dour almost scowling features of her tall, dark haired companion. He stepped back and then focused his attention on the younger woman, a face he had become familiar with. Mutely he nodded and the bard nodded. The boy grabbed the offering and then beat a hasty retreat running through the market until he was out of sight.
"You shouldn't do that," the Conqueror said in a toneless voice and the girl glanced sideways at her companion, the smile fading from her face.
"He lives with his two sisters in a small hut just outside the city," Gabrielle said in a serious voice. "His mother washes laundry for a rich man in the city and learns only a few dinars a month."
"Where is their father?" Xena could see the compassion in the girl's face and it affected her.
"He was killed," Gabrielle said quietly. "He was a wood cutter and one day a tree fell on him and he died."
"The boy told you this?"
"No," the girl shook her head. "He doesn't speak. One of the merchants who has a stall in the marketplace told me his story."
"You still shouldn't do it," the Conqueror stood up suddenly feeling angry. "People will start to take advantage of your generosity."
"Perhaps," the bard agreed quietly. "There are so many who have nothing and I know I can't help them all, but if my kindness can help just one person then I will feel better."
"Don't expect me to do the same," the Conqueror said tersely and the girl shook her head.
"I don't," was the solemn reply and there was silence as the Conqueror stared down at the girl.
Gabrielle had bent her head as if unable to meet her lovers gaze. She had such a kind heart, but it was one of the things that drew the girl to her. She reached down and grabbed the girls chin and forced it up so that their eyes could meet.
"You will be the ruin of me my bard. People are going to start thinking me soft," she growled but it was without anger and the girl allowed a tentative smile to touch her lips. "Come on I think we still have time for a little something before I have to go back to work."
The bard's smile grew wide as she immediately jumped to her feet. There was a mischievous grin on her lips. "I know a way we could save even more time," the girl said and a pair of dark eyebrows arched questioningly. "There's a really nice tavern just around the corner."
The Conqueror shook her head. "You are going to ruin my reputation completely my bard."
Despite her words she allowed the girl to led her to the Inn where a surprised and mortified Innkeeper almost stumbled over himself to ensure that the Conqueror had the best room available. They were finally able to get rid of the man but not before Gabrielle was reduced to a giggling mass.
"I don't know why I let you do this to me," Xena shook her head numbly as if she had no control.
"Because I make your life interesting," the bard responded with another giggle. The Conqueror growled and moved swiftly, scooping the girl off her feet and dumping her on the bed. She fell on top of the young woman and pinned her wrists to the bed.
"All right, then my bard," the Empress grinned wickedly. "Show me how interesting you can make it for me."
Gabrielle giggled and then did as she was requested.
"Oh, I forgot to mention it but I had your things moved into my quarters," Xena said off handedly when they finally returned to the Palace several candlemarks later. Gabrielle stopped in mid stride and stared at the Empress. The Conqueror paused once she realized she was alone. She turned to look back at the girl.
"You had my things moved into your quarters," Gabrielle was stunned by this news.
"Yes, is there a problem?" the Conqueror asked her body tensing. She had thought the girl might welcome this change. She had never stopped to consider anything else.
"No, it's just that..." Gabrielle was momentarily at a loss for words.
"If you don't like the idea of sharing then you are welcome to return your things to the other room," Xena was inexplicably hurt by the thought that the other woman didn't want to be with her. She started to walk away but hadn't gotten more then a few steps before she felt a hand tugging on her arm. She stopped and looked down at the bard.
"I like the idea of being with you every night," the girl said quietly, "but I am afraid that you will quickly become bored with me." There was a pause as the girl dropped her eyes and her hand, unable to look into those intense blue eyes. "I don't want to return one day to find you in bed with someone else. I don't think I could handle that."
Xena felt an inexpiable pain in her heart but she acknowledged that the girl had reason to carry around such fear. In the past she had used such tactics to discard old lovers. She had betrayed them without concern. It was inevitable that the girl would learn of her reputation and in the past it would have been a reasonable concern.
"You can rest your fears Gabrielle," she said with sincerity reaching up to stroke the girl's cheek with her long fingers. "I promise you that will never happen."
chapter 9
Titus was feeling slightly irritated. He had received an important message and had been searching for the Conqueror for several candlemarks. He had stopped first at the council room where the negotiations with the Roman's were going on but she was conspicuously absent. He had gone to her private chambers only to be turned away by the Royal Guard.
He cursed Hades and returned to the main council room knowing that he would have to wait until she decided to put in an appearance. He was angry. Since the bard had moved into the Palace the Conqueror had not been acting like her old self and now she had been disappearing for candlemarks during the middle of the day. It was unacceptable behaviour for the Ruler but even while he had those thoughts he remembered his own agenda.
A cruel smile touched the edges of his lips. Perhaps this situation would work in his favour. The Conqueror was allowing herself to become preoccupied with the girl, and was therefore paying less attention to what was happening in the Empire. He could use her behaviour to his advantage. It would be evidence to the other General's that she was growing soft and weak.
He took a deep breath to calm his unsettled nerves. He would bide his time and be patient. He could not allow himself to get emotional. He could not afford to make any mistakes. He would let her play right into his hands.
The Conqueror finally arrived at the council chambers late in the afternoon and he waited until after the session before passing along the message. Cautiously he glanced at her face wondering what she was thinking behind that stoic mask she wore so well.
Xena was thoughtful. Remnants of the Horde, a tribe she had all but destroyed several years ago, had formed an alliance with another enemy and were now threatening the Northern borders of her Empire. There was only one way for her to response to such a challenge. She would march her army into battle against these intruders.
"Send a message to General Loris that he should continue to monitor the situation. I want regular reports," the Conqueror instructed. "Then start assembling the Third Army. Get them prepared to march within the next new moon. I want as many troops as can be made available from the surrounding Regions brought to the Capital."
"Yes, Empress," the General nodded pleased how the situation was unfolding. With the Conqueror out of the Capital it would give him a chance to go about his business without interference. He turned and headed for the door.
"Send Archius to me," she shouted absently, her eyes staring intently at his receding back.
Xena leaned back in her chair feeling the weight of the Empire upon her shoulders. The peace with their neighbours had lasted longer than she had expected. It was time to show them what they could do and to whom. She could no longer sit back idly and allow them to continue attacking her unprotected border regions.
The thought of going into battle made her body grow warm. It had been too long since she had tasted that blood lust and her inner self longed for the fear and power that fuelled her existence during a good fight. She longed for that thrill once again. If there was one regret, it was that she would be leaving the bard behind.
It had only been one full moon since they had consummated their relationship and each night had brought about a new revelation. She was known to have many skills but it was apparent that her bard had a few talents of her own.
A smile tipped the corner of her lips. She never knew what to expect from her new lover who grew more confident each day. The Conqueror knew that her enemies would be shocked to know how easily the younger woman was able to render her defenseless in the bedroom.
The smile quickly faded. It would do no good for any one to learn how important Gabrielle had become to her. It would make the young woman's life more dangerous. She would become a target for every one seeking revenge on the Empress. The last thing she wanted was for the bard to get hurt because of her. She would need to speak to the girl about that.
Her thoughts were momentarily diverted by the arrival of Archius. She watched as he humbly approached the throne, his head bowed to her majesty and authority. In this man she had found the perfect administrator and some times she wondered if Ares hadn't created him just to keep her happy.
"I have to go to the Northern Region," she announced. "I will be taking General Titus with me so, I will expect you to take care of matters with your usual efficiency while I am gone."
"Yes Empress," the man nodded, hiding his surprise. Titus had already filled him in on their plans though the General had failed to mention that he was also accompanying the Army, and privately he wondered if the man even knew. It was the Conqueror's usual style to leave the General behind to help look after affairs of state. Somehow the idea of him going with the Army was pleasing.
"There is another more important matter that I need for you to handle during my absence," Xena continued pacing behind her desk thoughtfully. He noticed that her blue eyes had grown pale. "It involves Gabrielle."
The administrator knew what her next words were going to be. He had seen it happen enough times to understand what came next. He suddenly felt sorry for the bard. She was a nice person, pleasant and friendly to all those she encountered. Unlike many of the other guests staying at the Palace she was undemanding, preferring to solve her own problems without running to the Conqueror.
It was this selfless attitude that was earning her a loyal following among the Royal retaining staff. More then once he had found her in the kitchen, munching on some snack and entertaining the staff with some story. At first he had been disapproving of her actions but later he had come to understand that it was an act of grace. The young woman carried herself with a dignity that no action could diminish. He would truly be sorry to see her go. He turned back to the Conqueror remembering that she was speaking to him.
"I will need you to look out for Gabrielle while I am gone. She has a kind nature that invites people to take advantage of her. I want you to ensure no harm comes to her. I want to see her here when I return. I don't think I have to warn you what will happen if something does happen to her."
"Yes, Empress, I will assign members of the Royal Guard to protect her," Archius nodded barely able to contain his surprise. He had resigned himself to another conclusion. He understood then, more clearly then ever, that this young woman was no passing fancy for the Empress. Her next words confirmed his thoughts.
"It might be a good idea for you to show her the inner workings of the government," Xena had been toying with this idea for a while now and had concluded this would be an appropriate time to get the bard more involved in her life. "I would like her to be more familiar with how things are run."
"Yes, My Empress," Archius bowed, genuinely looking forward to the opportunity of working with the girl. "When will you be leaving?"
"As soon as the Third Army is ready to march," there was a slight pause. "I don't want you to say anything to Gabrielle, there is no need to trouble her with this matter just yet."
"What about General Titus?" The question brought a smile to the Empress' lips.
"I think we can keep this little surprise between us for now," she replied. "It's been a while since he's seen any military action. I think he may be growing lazy sitting here at the Palace all the time. We can't have him start to get any ideas."
"No, your Highness. I will prepare for your departure," he bowed deeply, hiding the smile that broke across his lips as he backed towards the door.
By the end of the week the first of the troops were beginning to arrive in the Capital and a makeshift camp was set up just outside the city walls. The Conqueror was kept busy with the details involved in assembling and moving the army yet she still kept her regular afternoon meetings with the bard, hoping to hide the truth from the girl for as long as possible. Yet inevitably it became impossible to keep her intentions quiet.
She was on her way through the Palace one afternoon when she ran into Marc Anthony. She sensed he had been lurking around, waiting to catch her alone. It was annoying that the trade negotiations had not yet been completed. But she had to remain polite and bide her time. Now was not the time to aggravate the Roman's.
"I heard rumours that the Horde tribe was attacking your Northern Borders," he said falling into step beside her.
"True," Xena did not have to ask where he had heard the news. There were more then enough people in her court who would sell this man any information he wanted.
"Perhaps I can offer assistance," he said graciously. "Rome has several Legions in the mountains that we could make available."
"No," she sniffed, amused by the offer. She would not make herself beholden to the Roman's. She paused looking down her nose at a man who was the same height. "I grow weary of this process. I will be honouring you with a special banquet tonight. If the trade negotiations are not finished by this afternoon then I will send a delegation to Rome on the next moon."
Marc Anthony nodded and without another word the woman turned on her heel and walked away. He knew she would not tolerate any foreign troops in the Capital during her absence. Xena smiled aware of what he was thinking, already knowing his intentions.
"Belaus do you know where Gabrielle has gone?" Xena asked the maid when she reached her rooms. She had long since learned it was a wasted effort to try and locate the bard on her own and relied instead on the Palace staff to tell her where the girl was.
"I believe she has gone for a walk outside the city gates," the handmaiden said. "She said that you would know where to find her. You took her there one day."
Xena nodded, knowing instantly where she would find the bard. She retrieved Argo from the stables and rode out of the city hurrying the horse along the trail. As she expected she found the girl sitting alone in the glade, her back leaned up against the rock, her staff laying on the ground beside her.
The Conqueror paused at the edge of the forest watching the girl for a moment before sliding off the horse. She handed the reins over to Joshua, who was waiting respectfully out of sight in the trees, before strolling through the long grass and plopping down beside her lover. Gabrielle watched as she stretched her legs out and leaned back on her elbows.
She stared at the panoramic scene below. From here she could see the army camp and the activity it generated. She took a deep breath and savoured the fresh air and the scent of sweet grass as she lay her head back and stared for a long time at the clear blue sky. She realized she would miss all this peace and the thought put a sour look on her face.
"What's up Xena?" the girl asked and the Conqueror glanced across at her companion.
Xena could see the hint of uncertainty in the girl's eyes and knew the bard's sensitive soul had picked up on the tension she was feeling. She didn't realize the expression on her face was more dour then usual. She could imagine what the girl was thinking. She had heard some of the rumours that were circulating through the Palace.
"There's trouble," the Conqueror said absently voicing only part of her thoughts. Her eyes were focused on the valley and so she didn't see the odd expression that crossed the girl's face.
"Do you want me to leave?" Gabrielle asked giving into her insecurities and blurting out her worst fear. Despite the Conqueror's assurances, she lived daily with the anxiety that the Empress would send her away.
"No, it is I who must go away," Xena glanced quickly at her companion and shook her head. She was unable to tell this woman that she never wanted her to leave. The pained expression on the bard's face made the Conqueror's heart soften. "My enemies are attacking the Northern borders of my Empire. I must go into battle."
"Can I come with?" Gabrielle asked earnestly, feeling only slightly mollified.
"No," the words were so firmly spoken that the bard knew there would be no further argument.
Xena didn't want to be separated from this young woman but neither was she ready for the bard to see the darkest part of herself. The part of Ares that only emerged during the heat of battle when blood and gore covered her sword and her body. She didn't think she would ever want this gentle spirited girl to see that side of her.
"It is not safe and we will be travelling quickly," she said instead. "There are no luxuries on a battle campaign and I am afraid my bard you have grown accustomed to luxury."
Gabrielle would have protested but she knew by the set expression on the Conqueror's face that there would be no more discussion on the matter. She stared ahead forgetting about her surroundings, not wanting to think about what this separation might do to them.
"What am I to do while you are gone?" she asked plaintively.
"Enjoy my hospitality," the Conqueror waved her arm graciously. "I have asked Archius to show you how my government works. I thought you might be curious to know."
Gabrielle couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Yes, certainly." She agreed eagerly. "It won't be as nice as if it was you showing me."
"Well, think of it this way, when I return you can tell me everything that I am doing wrong," Xena teased and the bard reached over and gently punched the other woman's arm. "If it bores you then I am sure Archius can find something else to entertain you. I have instructed him to see to all your needs."
"But he won't be able to do that," the girl pouted seductively. "What will he do when I need you?"
The Conqueror was momentarily speechless as a wave of heat rose up through her body. She looked at the innocent face and then growled. Her arms were desperate to reach out and embrace the girl but it was not in her nature to express such displays of affection.
"Then we will have to see about satisfying those needs before I leave," she said in a seductively low voice. "Tonight we have to dine with the Roman's who will be leaving the capital in the morning but tomorrow night I have something very special planned for us."
The last part had been an impulsive gesture for which she was immediately glad when she saw the light go on in the girl's face. Gabrielle's features brightened considerably as she thought about what the Conqueror could be plotting.
"What have you got planned?" she tried unsuccessfully to get the secret out of her lover but the Empress would say nothing.
"You have to wait and see," the Conqueror laughed, delighted by her companions response, amazed at the unexpected pleasure she felt. She bounced to her feet and held out her hand. "I have to return to the Palace, come."
"Can I ride with you?" the girl asked impishly letting the taller woman pull her to her feet.
"Only if you ride in front," the older woman smiled and the bard laughed.
The Empress' threat to terminate the negotiations did the trick and by the end of the afternoon, agreements were reached on all matters of concern. The Conqueror and the Roman General signed their names to the parchments without fanfare before retiring to the banquet room for a farewell feast.
Marc Anthony watched the entertainment that evening without interest. His mission to Corinth had been only partly successful. The trade agreements had been signed but he had been unable to lure the Conqueror into his bed. He glanced at the young blond woman who sat so confidentially at Empress' side. He was acutely aware that she had not been asked to tell any stories. Caesar would be amused to learn that a mere bard now held onto his old lovers affection.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. In truth he had never seen the Conqueror act in this manner. She had always held her lovers at arms length never allowing them to get to close. But he sensed it was different with this young woman. He had caught the Empress looking at the girl with unguarded expressions that were full of an emotion he had thought the Conqueror incapable of feeling.
A tiny smile came to his lips. Perhaps his trip here wasn't wasted. He had learned something more valuable and strategic then anything else, and it had nothing to do with the army the Conqueror possessed. Caesar indeed would be pleased with his final report of this mission.
Gabrielle woke early the next morning and accompanied Xena down to the harbour to see the Roman General off. She was happy to see the man leave and not because she harboured any jealousy towards the handsome Roman General who had not hidden the fact that he was interested in bedding her lover. No, it was because his presence made her tall companion tense and edgy.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Gabrielle," Marc Anthony said with a charming smile. He gallantly took the girl's hand and raised it to his lips. "I wish we had more of an opportunity to get to know each other."
"Perhaps another time," the bard replied, gently pulling her hand out of his grasp when he didn't immediately release it.
"I look forward to that," he smiled brilliantly and then turned his attention to the Empress who was watching him through narrow eyes. He shifted uneasily annoyed that she was able to make him feel uncomfortable. He bowed respectfully not attempting to repeat his earlier gesture aware that the Conqueror didn't like to be touched unless she initiated the contact.
"I thank you for your hospitality, I hope you will pay us a visit in Rome," he graciously invited and Xena gave him a bemused smile.
"Perhaps we will see each other there soon," she replied and left him to draw his own conclusions.
They stood silently and watched as the General boarded his gallery. With a salute to the sailors, the gangplank was hauled aboard and the ship slowly pulled away from the dock. The galley had barely begun to move when the Conqueror turned to her companion.
"There is some business I must attend," Xena was truly regretful that she was unable to spend more time with the girl. She knew that the army was almost ready to move out. "But I will see you tonight. Meet me at the stables a candlemark before sunset."
"I'll be there," the bard smiled and the Conqueror turned to go but then unexpectedly turned back. In one swift motion she gathered the startled girl into her arms and kissed her passionately. Then without a word she released the younger woman and walked away, leaving the bard swaying dangerously on rubbery legs.
chapter 10
Xena was tired and dirty. She had spent most of the day in the camp outside the city walls. It continued to grow each day as more and more soldiers from her armies stationed around Greece arrived for the march towards the Northern borders. By the time she joined up with General Loris she would have a formidable fighting force of more then three thousand troops. If the reports she was receiving daily were true they would be meeting a force equal in size.
She stopped at the council chambers to check some last minute details before heading to her quarters. If everything went according to plan they would be moving out in two days. It did not surprise her to find both Titus and Archius in the room.
"Anything new?" she asked abruptly snatching the parchments the General held out to her. A frown settled on her face.
"It seems that the Horde attacked and destroyed an out post garrison of forty men," Titus said repeating what the message revealed.
"They will pay for their arrogance," the Conqueror said and then glanced at the General. "The troops are assembled so I have decided that tomorrow we rest and we move out the day after." There was another pause as the Empress looked passively at Archius and then back at the General. "It's been a long time since you've been out of the Capital, I thought that you might come with us."
"What?" the man was completely taken by surprise. He glanced at the aide. "But who will stay here to assist Archius?"
"Good question," she mused slumping into the chair behind the desk. "After great consideration I have decided that Archius needs an assistant. You know my friend Gabrielle. I think I would like her in that position."
"But that's absurd, she's just someone who warms your bed..." the General saw to late his error. The Conqueror was on her feet with a hand tightening around his thick throat before he knew what was happening.
"You better think carefully before you say any more," she growled. "Gabrielle is more then a bard. She is an intelligent young woman whose opinion I greatly respect. Now I suggest that you show the same regard."
"Yes, My Empress," the man gasped his face turning red as he struggled to breath. The Conqueror dropped her hand and stepped back, watching impassively as the man grabbed his throat and coughed.
"I don't ever want to hear you speak about her like that again," the Conqueror said in a cold voice that was more threat then warning. "I will be busy for the rest of the night and do not wish to be disturbed. I will see you tomorrow for our final briefing."
"Yes, My Empress," the men said in unison and watched as she strolled quickly out of the room. Archius turned to his companion and eyed him for a long moment.
"I suppose you are happy," the General looked at the smaller man, nervously rubbing his throat.
"I never like to see any one hurt," Archius replied tactfully.
"You are so cocky now, but what happens when the Conqueror puts the girl in your place?" the General sneered but the smaller man only shook his head. He was confident in himself and was not worried about being displaced.
"I don't know why you despise the bard and her influence over the Conqueror," Archius said, "but I do know it is that influence that has saved your life today. Gabrielle believes in giving people a second chance and the Conqueror has adopted that policy. But do not be fooled, the girl has not made her weaker. She will kill you if you cross her. She will kill you if you show the girl any more disrespect."
"The girl is nothing but a whore and she will be the downfall of the Empress," the General spat and then gave the other man a cruel smile. "You better hope nothing happens to the Conqueror because you will be the next person to join her in Tartarus."
With that the General stormed out of the room leaving the man alone. He smiled not frightened of the threat. The Conqueror was not fooled. She knew who to watch and who could be trusted. He would be surprised if General Titus returned from this battle campaign.
Despite her fatigue Xena was eagerly anticipating the evening. Though she was running late she treated herself to the luxury of a hot bath scenting her body with the oils that her lover liked. That evening she discarded her black leathers in favour of a soft linen tunic and leggings. Earlier she had sent Zenon to set up the camp, wanting everything to be perfect. She had not courted the bard in the traditional sense and now she was determined give the girl one night to remember before she had to leave. She knew it would be many full moons before they saw each other again. She dismissed that thought intent only on enjoying the night.
Gabrielle was sitting patiently waiting for her at the stables. The Conqueror smiled at the sight, her blue eyes growing pale as they studied the girl. She was dressed in a simple brown tunic with a hemp belt around her waist. Her blonde hair had been left to hang loose. She's so beautiful, the Empress thought as she strolled up to the girl.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked indulgently as the girl jumped to her feet.
Gabrielle only nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her green eyes studied the tall woman who stood before her. She had never seen Xena dressed so casually and for a moment she seemed like a totally different person.
"You look great," the bard finally managed to say and the Conqueror allowed a smile to play with the corners of her lips.
"I am nothing compared to you," Xena said and reached out to gently stroke the bard's cheek. "You are a beautiful woman Gabrielle."
The smaller woman blushed unable to meet her lovers intense gaze for a moment. The intimate moment was broken as the stablehand choose that moment to approach. The Conqueror turned to the man grabbing the reins to the horse and dismissing him with a look.
"We won't be needing an escort tonight Zenon," the Empress said without looking at the Royal Guard who hovered in the background. The man nodded and watched passively as the woman vaulted on to the horse.
"Come," she said simply extending her hand to the bard pulling her onto the horse behind her.
They rode out of the Palace grounds and through the city but instead of heading inland they took a route that circled the Capital and took them to the seashore. They rode in silence as the sun dipped towards the horizon. Gabrielle had her arms wrapped tightly around her lovers waist enjoying the caress of the warm evening wind as they rode.
Finally Xena urged her warhorse off the worn trail and down over a series of sand banks onto the beach beyond. The smell of the sea was strong as was the sound of the waves as they rolled onto shore. It was just as the last of the sun was disappearing that they reached their destination.
Gabrielle's heart trembled at the sight of the small camp that had been made up. There was a blazing fire with extra logs nearby to feed its warmth. There was a pot on the heated rocks with a cauldron of goodies slowly cooking. There were a pair of goblets and a full wine skin next to a log were a large bedroll and fur blanket had been placed. Her heart ached.
"You did this for me?" she whispered hardly able to find her voice. The Conqueror turned in the saddle to look at her young lover seeing the tender expression on her face.
"I wanted you to remember me while I was gone," she said simply and a pair of glimmering green eyes turned to look at her.
"I could never forget you, even if I tried," she said and then cupped her lovers face and kissed her.
"Come, let's save that for later," Xena smiled, swinging a leg over the horses neck and sliding to the ground. She reached up to help the girl down. "I believe our meal should just about be ready."
"What is it?" the bard asked eagerly gazing into the cooking pot.
"If the cooks did as I requested it is a seafood stew," the Conqueror said with a smile as she squatted by the fire and handed the girl a bowl she found nearby. "It's made with clams."
"Oooh," the girl smiled and held out her bowl.
The evening went exactly the way Xena had planned it in her head. They sat side by side enjoying the food that she had ordered prepared, washing it down with the wine that had been left. In between they talked and laughed sharing a few carefree moments away from all responsibilities. Neither gave into their fears about the impending separation intent on enjoying this time together.
Once their bellies were full they discarded their boots and took a long walk along the beach, walking hand in hand along the edge of the water and revelling in the feel of the wet sand as it squeezed between their toes. Their voices were low and soft, as the voices of lovers usually are in moment of extreme intimacy and Xena knew that if she fell in battle she would die a happy woman.
But she was intent on not letting that happen. She savoured this time they were spending together and wanted it to last. She had no intention of dying any sooner then she had too. She wanted to stay and live to a very old age with this petite woman by her side. With that thought she lead the young woman back to the camp, gently laying her on the bedroll and making love to her until their bodies were both to exhausted to continue.
Afterwards they lay entangled in each others limbs with Gabrielle's head resting comfortably in the crook of her shoulder and the warm fur drawn up over their naked bodies. There was silence except for the quiet murmur of the sea and the crackle of the firewood as it burned. Overhead, a cacophony of stars twinkled conspiratorial as if apart of this secret rendezvous. The moon in all its glory cast a pale shadow over the silent land.
"Xena," Gabrielle whispered, her warm breathing fanning her lovers naked skin.
"Yes," Xena brushed her lips across the bard's brow, turning her eyes away from the beauty of the night sky to another natural beauty, that of her lover.
"I just wanted to say thank you," the bard said in a soft voice. "No one has ever done anything like this for me."
"They better not have," the Conqueror growled affectionately giving her lover a gentle squeeze.
"No, I mean it," the younger woman said earnestly. "Back in my village a lot of the boys came to court me but none of them ever did anything special to win my heart." There was a slight pause. "You already have it and yet you still do this for me."
"I try my best," she said weakly, a lump of emotion in her throat making it difficult for her to breath let alone speak. She hadn't known how else to respond to the woman's confession. "I want you to be happy Gabrielle." She reached down and cupped the girl's face lifting it up so their eyes could met. "I would move mountains if it made you happy."
"I love you," the girl said in a sleepy voice, her eyes already drowsy. Xena bent her head and brushed the girl's lips with her own.
"I know you do," she whispered in reply as the girl's eyes closed giving into the exhaustion that sated her body. She pulled the sleeping bard tighter into the circle of her arms and turned her eyes up to the starry sky. "I know you do."
The next day came too quickly. Gabrielle looked at the spectacle of men, horses and carts, her heart beating wildly as she surveyed the scene. She caught a glimpse of Xena, Destroyer of Nations as she rode up and down the marching columns of men, encouraging them, leading them forward.
At last the Conqueror rode back to the Palace gates where the bard waited. They had said their farewells the night before with passionate embraces but she needed to feel the woman in her arms once more.
"Ride with me out of the city," the Conqueror said extending her hand. Gabrielle immediately accepted the offering and was hoisted up in front of the Empress who clicked her heels and set the horse in motion.
"Conqueror," Gabrielle began trying not to be overwhelmed by the sheer size of the army that had been raised.
"Xena," the Empress reminded gently, holding the bard against her body for one last feel of the woman's warmth.
"Xena, I know you will be gone for a long time and I can't bear to be here in the Palace without you so if it's all right I thought I would go home to visit my parents in Potedaia," the bard was hesitant. "That's if you don't mind?"
"You are not my prisoner Gabrielle," the Conqueror said not entirely happy with the thought of the bard wandering the countryside. "But you must promise me two things." The girl nodded eagerly willing to promise this woman anything.
"First you will take an escort with you, I do not want you to wander around the country alone." The Empress waited until the girl nodded her head before continuing. "Secondly I want you to tell everyone that you are my slave."
"What?" Gabrielle was astounded. She could not keep the trembling out of her voice. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"No," the Conqueror was serious. "I could never be ashamed of you." She sighed heavily. "If anything you should be ashamed of me."
"Never," Gabrielle immediately jumped to her defence and the Conqueror smiled and brushed her lips across the woman's brow.
"I am only concerned for your safety. I don't want anyone to treat you badly because of your association with me. So if any one asks you, promise me you will tell them you are my slave. Please do this for me."
"Okay," the bard conceded and was rewarded with a tight hug and another kiss. Tears moistened the girls eyes and when she spoke again her voice was very serious. "Don't forget about me."
Xena glanced up to see the fear in the girl's eyes. She leaned forward and tenderly kissed her, stroking her face with her long fingers.
"I won't," it was a solemn promise that the younger woman would hold dearly to her heart in the up coming months.
"Take care of yourself, don't get hurt," the girl said with a slight hiccup in her voice and the Conqueror smiled gently. She grasp the girls chin.
"I have every intention of coming back to you, Gabrielle," Xena said and there was silence which was only broken once they were outside the city gates.
"Joshua will see you back to the Palace," she said motioning to the soldier following a few paces behind them. "He has been instructed to be your personal guard."
The Conqueror stopped her mount and was focusing all her attention now on the bard. Turning the woman's head she laid a gentle kiss upon her lips, embracing her tightly aware of the long lonely nights ahead.
"Be here when I return," Xena whispered the command and breathlessly Gabrielle could only nod and unwilling to let go of her love she tightened her embrace. The Conqueror basked in the embrace, memorizing the feel of the girls body pressed tightly up against her. Then with one final kiss the bard was on the ground and the Conqueror was riding away, galloping towards the head of the column.
"I love you," Gabrielle called quietly, tears streaming down her face.
Xena did not trust herself to look back, leaving the girl behind was hard enough without seeing the tears that clouded those beautiful green eyes. She allowed her body to flood with tension as she became not the Empress but Xena, Warrior Princess, Destroyer of Nations, Conqueror of Greece. She lifted her head and stared forward her mind on the road ahead.
THE END
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