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Valter had managed to take an entire day to himself. Although those days were becoming rarer and rarer he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Despite his near constant supervision from his personal guards he had found a way to entertain himself around the near constant nagging. The sun had set by the time they had reached the castle again and as he carefully swung himself off of the back of his horse he knew he wanted nothing to do with his Fathers return or his younger siblings. He knew he would have to make an appearance eventually. But for now he had other things on his mind and one included visiting his little sister. It wasn't often that he felt inclined to visit with his relatives but he had a great fondness for Ursula. He had half a mind to return to his chambers and rest. Although he had recovered splendidly his personal healer had advised him against to much strain. Even as he walked he found himself a bit winded but he kept a confident step to his walk as he brushed past the guards at the entrance of the castle and smiled to himself as they dropped their gazes and greeted him respectfully.

Valter moved swiftly enough to leave behind his guard. At this point it wasn't odd for him to travel alone. He hardly had to worry about assassins or thieves in the castle. He had faith that he would be safe in his own home. "Night- Night-" murmured a white raven that was stationed loyally on his masters shoulder. The bird had been a gift and the large man had grown fond of the comical looking bird. "Yes, it is night" he said but hardly payed more attentiu on to his companion who ruffled his odd feathers and cooed quietly. Eventually he found himself at the chamber of his little sister and didn't pause as he reached for the handle. Of course the stationed guard stepped forward to stop him as a respectable guard might do. "Sir, I'm sorry but it's late and the lady-" he hadn't had a chance to finish his sentence before Valter placed a gloved hand on the man's face and shoved him away without so much as acknowledging him. "Out of my way, you simpleton" he sniffed in disgust as he reached for the handle of the door when the second guard stepped up. "Lady Drosselmeyer has requested no visitor-" this man was braver then his stunned companion and Valter fixed him in a disgusted glare. "Why should I care what she has requested? It's lovely that a peasant tries to deny me the pleasure of visiting my sister-" with that he grabbed the man's throat and smashed him against the door and leaned in inches from his nose "I would never-" the man rasped "Of course I would never deny you anything, sir, please-" he squeaked as Valter squeezed until the man sputtered and his face reddened. "Imagine dying at the hands of the future emperor? Almost makes your godawful life worth it, huh?" he growled as the man squeaked in alarm as Valter thoughtfully stared at him before releasing his hold and watching as the man staggered away gasping.

"Next man, woman, or child who tries to deny me will be beheaded" he said flatly as he threw the door open and entered without so much of a knock of warning. The way he saw it was doors were what kept him from what he wanted. A shut or locked door could be removed for him. Or so he was raised to believe since his unfortunate birth. "Can you believe those blockheads? Trying to tell me what I can or can't do?" he growled as he slammed the door behind him and paused to gather himself. "I've never had such disrespectful guards before! Speaking like we were equals- absolutely disgusting" he spat as he ran a hand through his black hair and peered thoughtfully around the chambers of his younger sister. It was always a nice change of pace to see that someone else didn't share the same taste as himself. As he strode into the room he spotted his sister dressing herself and he paused and considering turning his back on her but decided against it. Rather his eyes ran the length of the dress and paused as he saw her lacing up the dress. Valter approached her and brushed her hands away to help lace the dress. "Why are you dressing yourself? What's the purpose of having maids if you aren't willing to use them" he scolded her lightly. Already his mood was improving as he paused and noticed that her odd eyes were freed from the bondage of a blindfold "For a while there I thought you lost your eyes" he said lightly, almost a tease, as he adjusted the last of the lace. "Hello dear sister~" he finally greeted her with a charming smile.

Valter smiled as his sister met his gaze without flinching or turning away as so many women did in his presence. It was one reason he was so fond of his younger sister. It had been a good while since he had last seen her and it felt like a breath of fresh air from the hellish haze that had been war. If anything fighting alongside his father had prepared him for the luxuries of being crown prince. "Is that so?" he said with a hint of playful smile as she informed him about how boring and useless the maids were. The thought of unwanted attention eased him some as he allowed his sister to grace his hand with her lips. "Oh? I doubt the attention was unwanted, sweet sister" he said "Regardless it shouldn't stop you from punishing those useless cattle as you wish, if they say otherwise, they'll answer to me" he said this without a hint of the venom that normally dripped from his words. He meant it. It had been this way for sometime now. Whatever his precious sister wanted he was sure to retrieve for her, be it material items to wealth, he doubted he could say the same for the rest of his fathers spawn.

"My travels have shown many pleasures and horrors, sweet one, but I can assure you that those who escaped my blade will fall in fear of my very shadow. Not to mention that bonding time spent with our dear father." he said arrogantly as he watched as his sister removed his ring and playfully rolled it in her mouth. It would be a lie to say that his self control hadn't improved through his travels. He indeed missed his sister in those lonely months away from home. "What of you?" he murmured as he leaned forward staring into her eyes, leaning forward he carefully took the ring in his mouth, his gaze hardly wavered as his lips brushed hers, he asked "Surely you haven't been lonely kept in your room all day?" his eyebrows raised as he carefully took his birthright between his lips and pulled away from his dear sister. Regardless of his earlier mood he found himself at ease in her presence as he reached a hand up and caught her chine, brushing his thumb along her jawline, his eyes softened if only for a moment before his hold on her face tightened some and he breathed "Perhaps you've encountered someone you fancy in my absence?" he asked almost in a whisper, a hint of a threat, one of which he would most likely not go through with.

Styx had lifted from his masters shoulder and come to rest on the mirrors top. Observing the siblings with a weary pale eye. He had been trained well not to interfere with his masters whims.

Valter hated the mention of his fathers rules in his presence. He would be sure to change things when he got his due. Anything to ensure his darling sister was happy. Even if that meant the suffering of peasants and servants. "No, I would not wish death upon you either" he finally admitted. The thought of Ursula put to death boiled his blood but he would be helpless to stop his father. Valter understood the importance of playing obedient around his father, the man could make his life miserable if he so wished, so it was better to keep on the old mans good side while he could. "I could only imagine how boring it would be to rule without you" he released his hold on her as she moved away from his hold and drifted behind the mirror speaking causally of her entertainment during the war.

The mention of her secret deeds only served to fuel his good mood as he watched her playfully draw a leg from around the mirror causing the white raven to ruffle his feathers uneasily. "I should hope that no one has caught your eye, dear sister, it would only serve to quicken their death" he said mildly, but again he teased, he wouldn't make her unhappy if she did find some poor fool to marry. Valter's dark blue eyes followed the woman's movements as she drew her dress up revealing her leg and he only grew frustrated when he saw no more. "I can only imagine the displays you left-" he sighed as he rubbed his chine, his eyes fixed on his sister, as she slipped around the mirror and approached him again. "You'll find that even the bravest man can be brought to their knees when the conditions are right-" he said just before she pressed her lips against his. Valter had reached out to catch her in his arms but she moved away as quickly as a breeze and felt himself drawn into the game. "It's hardly my place to tell my precious sister what a man does to entertain himself" but his grin said otherwise, as did his eyes, but as he followed he came to a stop when she placed a hand on his chest and he paused and tilted his head to the side. "But you are hardly a typical woman" he said as his eyes roamed down her body before coming to rest on her face once more. "I had a great time playing cat and mouse with generals. Their men shaking in their pissed stained boots. You could practically hear their bones rattling from across the battlefield!" he scoffed recalling the fear on the men's faces that he faced. Those who were more seasoned had learned to hide their fear. That was until they had a broadsword buried in their stomach or in their shoulders. "I can't say I decorated their camps with their commanders but I can tell you they scream just as loudly on fire as they do when you drive a blade into them-" as he said this he caught her hand and drew her closer to him and peered down with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "As for other pleasures- I had ample opportunity- as you must have heard women simply fall to their knees at the sight of me and beg me for my time~" he purred this part. He did not handle rejection well and those who had fought him, during war times or not, he was fond of the chase and the reward at the end. "But don't worry, I've yet to meet the beast or woman who takes my attention like you, dear sister" as he said this he returned her kiss. That part was true. He had yet to meet another living soul that intrigued him like Ursula did. But what could be said for his past time? He knew the difference between love and lust well enough by now. But for the moment he could enjoy the company of his sister and bathe in his safe return.

Valter enjoyed his sisters false pout almost as much as he had enjoyed her playful banter around the mirror. When she crossed her arms beneath her chest and peered up at him he itched to capture in his arms again. "Good, I would hate to have to hunt someone down at this hour" he teased, he wasn't completely serious, but the thought of his sister accepting someone into her chamber made his blood boil. When she moved forward and pressed herself against him and he watched with amusement as she looked up at him and told him that he could not be bested. "Nor could you, precious sister" he murmured honestly as she placed her hands on his chest and stopped only to undo the buttons of his jacket. When the jacket was opened and his shirt brushed aside she pouted. "A shame really- I guess we'll have to try again-" he smirked as he watched her make her away from hi and seat herself on her bed.

Valter made his way towards his sister with a helpless smile on his face when she accused him of not taking pleasure in other women while he was away. Of course he had. There was no way he could abstain himself from his pleasures during the war. When she started to expose more skin he slowed his approach and watched her with thoughtful dark eyes. "To many to count, dear sister, they have a habit of throwing themselves at my feet" he purred in amusement. Valter moved forward and shoved his younger sister against the bed, pining her down with his greater size, he peered into her mismatched eyes. "Is that an order?" he murmured with a hint of teasing smile. The idea of giving up women by any other woman would have caused a great fit of laughter, but not from Ursula, she had bewitched him in more then one way over the years.

(tried my best to recreate the old one x^D)

Valter had entertained the notion that he had gone too far with his younger sister but as he stared up at the ceiling he decided she would recover just fine. She wasn't one to hold her tongue like most of the peasants he bedded, to afraid to tell him to stop when he got to rough, it was their fault in the end and not his. But the last person he wanted to due harm to was Ursula. Not that he would ever admit that to another living soul. He found the only time his mind was undisturbed by nightmares was when he spared time for his sister. Valter closed his eyes momentarily collecting his thoughts for the past few months of his life. "I can promise you I wont be seeking a peasant anytime soon" he smiled at his own private joke. With his appetite sedated he found himself a bit sluggish as he ran a hand over the fresh bite mark on his chest. It was a good thing she hadn't had salt at hand. It was hard enough avoiding nasty rumors without his personal servants spreading rumors about the possible defense wounds from some unlucky girl.

"Can't say I'm prepared to leave either" he mused at the thought of getting himself put together again. It was one thing to barge into his sisters room against her guards wishes and another to remove himself looking as if he had gone to war against her. He was never one to share a bed though. Regardless of how comfortable Ursula's was. As if echoing his thoughts Styx had begun to coo, as he often did when the night fell and he was ready to roost, but he ignored him for now as he rolled on his side and rested his cheek on his hand and stared thoughtfully at Ursula. "I'd like to see another try to conquer you, dear sister" he said with a grin that often charmed most women. The wait had definitely been worth it and he was glad he hadn't stopped on his way back to the castle to taste some local fare, it would have dulled his appetite, and as far as he was concerned she deserved most of all of his attention and hunger.

Valter snorted when his sister stated she would have hated to be disappointed. He wanted to reassure her that as long as he was healthy and in the right state of mind he would hardly be a disappointment to her. Or her to him. "I don't think I've ever met a day that has me disappointed to have such a fine sister." he mused as as she felt along the bites she had inflicted on his flesh. Those were easy to explain away when asked about them. His reputation spared him that much. "I will, there isn't a reason I cannot spare time for my favorite sister, I doubt my duties will get in my way" he enjoyed her teasing kisses as much as he enjoyed her warmth beside him but he was getting to fond and the desire to stay was getting harder to resist. "Like I said those women mean nothing to me, they're nothing more then learning devices, things to bring back knowledge and bestow it on the only worthy creature in this damned kingdom" he said as he watched his sister relax against him once more. "Men are weak creatures, dear sister, they're too concerned about what others think to take what they want" he knew this to be true. He knew so many men concerned about the feelings of their lovers, so concerned they fail to pleasure themselves, it was insane to the young man. What was the point of taking a woman if you weren't prepared to use her the way she was intended? But then again people didn't see eye-to-eye with him a lot of the time. "Why deny myself the pleasures of this world?" he purred as he brushed her long white hair back so he could get a better look at her face.

"Politics in bed?" he chuckled "That's a dangerous combination!" he teased but of course he had thought about taking his rightful place as emperor since he had become the crowned prince. He had been taking notes from the perceived failures of his father. "I shan't offer aid to those who are too weak to support themselves" he murmured, he hated the fact that his father was being so gentle towards the Ethe. He had no real feelings towards the kingdom that had been destroyed by lava and ash, he might even grow to respect the resilience of the people for trying to survive there, but he was young and had yet to experience much of the world or its ways. "Why should my people care for the woes of others?" he said earnestly as he added "Not to mention his rules are mindless. I'll have to revise them" he said thoughtfully as he rolled on his back in thought. "I worry that I sound more like father everyday" he admitted. Not that it was a terrible thing but the last thing he wanted to be like as his father. "Obedience this- don't do that- be careful you who decide to bed! Do you know he threatened to disown me at least twice now? Said my behavior was irrational and a disgrace." he sneered as he sat up, without a hint of modesty he stood and stretched, he would have to redress himself anyway as he moved carefully around the room displaying his annoyance. "You're expected to act with grace and nobility now- not like some farmhand hunting the landowners daughters! You could only imagine my horror-" he turned to face his sister with an exaggerated expression of indignity. "Who do you think taught me about that mysterious place in the skirts of maidens?" he was getting himself worked up and tried to soothe his anger.

The young man threw himself back onto her bed, over his sisters legs, and threw an arm over his face. "I wouldn't have learned a thing if I hadn't had such a decent model to take after" he growled struggling against a smile. He recalled his earlier years lapping up information from his father like a starving dog. He couldn't recall what had made him change his mind about his father. It wasn't that he didn't love and care for him, he did to some level, it was just frustrating being spoken to like he was some mindless child all the time. "I can't say that the kingdom would like the changes I'm prepared to make, they'll learn to love them, as they must" he said arrogantly. "The fact that he bars me from the pleasure of visiting my sister is painful enough-" he tilted his head and looked at his sister with surprising warmth before turning his gaze away and hissing "What's the point of being Crown prince if I don't get what I want?" although he sounded like a pouting child he was struggling not to smile and show his amusement in this impassioned speech. "I think I would wither and die without your company. How could I be expected to rule a kingdom without you at my side?" he admitted at last with a sigh.

Valter remained sprawled on the bed as he listened to his sister speak. He had grown fond of her voice, he discovered, as she spoke of what she would do to the refugees. "It's like we share a single mind" he sounded pleased as he returned her affections. "Safety is one thing, dear sister, but they are nothing more then parasites looking to infect Lionis" he said honestly. "They'll eat our food and chase our people out like the rodents they are" the young man wrinkled his nose in disgust. The man hardly flinched as his sister drew her nails down his chest drawing more of his lifeblood to the surface. The irony tang hardly bothered him anymore as he considered what she said about the slave trade. Of course he had heard rumors of the underground and yet he had never in his lifetime ventured there. He would never venture there if he could help it. Whatever scum lived beneath the capital weren't of his concern. "If we legalize the slave trade it will boost our economy and drop crime rates" he said thoughtfully. "Besides, wouldn't it be nice if the scum of our streets had some kind of home to return to? Not to mention those mewling cowards would finally have a purpose- to serve the strong" he chuckled as he eased his arms out from beneath his head wrapped a possessive arm around his sister and drew her closer as he peered into her mismatched eyes.

"They say power has a way of enhancing one's features and personality-" he mused "Can't say I you'd be any less mesmerizing if you weren't a princess" he teased as he kissed her nose and waved his spare hand "I don't think I've met another royal woman who is as bewitching as you are, dear sister, which is alarming considering I'm meant to take a wife eventually" he sounded completely uninterested in taking a wife. The way he saw it he could sire as many children as he wanted but he had no desire to be tied down by a family name. Why would he settle when he was already getting what he wanted from his dear Ursula? Regardless of what his fathers laws were or not he had half a mind to challenge his father for the throne tonight. But he would never due such a mindless thing. Regardless of how young and healthy he had become he was still weak both in body and mind from the war and doubted the would stand a chance against Azazel. "I'm torn. I know I'm expected in my chambers shortly and yet the desire to remain here is still weighing me down" he mused "I wonder what your dear guards must think of us right now. Whatever could the Crown prince want for so long in his little sisters chambers?" he mused as he fondly stroked her hair.