Things were shaping up nicely, his entourage was growing, and Raith felt as though his influence was beginning to spread across Revaliir already. Alairia's eyes were beginning to heal, though their sessions were slow, she had already begun to see more and more of their home, needing Silence less for navigating around the Observatory and managing far more on her own, for which he was eternally happy. 
As such, Raith had an idea of how to celebrate - a new room, just for his beloved, though it would be open to visitors, should they be worthy enough to reach Giliath of course. He had added the room to the main Throne room, settling it alongside the doors to shop in Mamlak, and the Guildhall of the Nosse. 

He had left a note in their room, for Alairia to join him in the new room, wanting her to come and enjoy the place he had created for her. The door opened to a room lit by a pleasant, summer's sun. The white gravel path, crunched beneath his feet, as he ensured that everything was prepared. It was a beautiful garden, mostly unkempt for the moment - for Raith was not the gardening type, not like his lover was. Flower beds, ponds, paths lined with trees, a waterfall and a meadow of flowers as far as the eye could see - it was a world within a world, a place Alairia could call her own, could grow her own herbs and work from if she wished. 
What Raith created, generally, was with Alairia in mind, but this, this was something purely for his love - he hoped that maybe here she would find some solace, and maybe feel as though she could follow her dream. He had originally suggested she seek to pursue it with her mother's shop, but he preferred it when she was close at hand - that last little bit of paranoia from Xyaban's attack. 

Settling on the blanket he had laid out on the meadow, Raith waited for Alairia to join him.

Fingers quickly combed through long darkening blonde hair. Alairia actually felt slightly nervous to be meeting up with Raith with no notice of what was going on. There had been a note in their room to join him in the new room that had recently been added to Giliath. The young elf had felt the change in the temple even if she had not seen it yet. It was surprising that a change as large as a new room to the temple had been made without her knowledge. She couldn’t help but smile foolishly at the thought of what her love had done. She had her inklings of what was waiting for her, but Alairia did not want to ruin her own little surprise.

She had selected a light green dress that was made of a sheer material layered many times over. It had no sleeves with a deep cut that gave little to the imagination. Since this was a meeting just for the couple, than Ria was not going to hold back in their private time. A slightly devilish grin crossed her face as she finally placed both hands on the backs of her canine companions. Ky and Dusk had taken up their usual positions on either side of their mistress to guide her down where the note had instructed. It had not been easy to read the note through the eyes of Ky, but she had been able to get the main idea of what had been written.

Anticipation had made for Ria to barely recall crossing Giliath to the new door. The heat of a summer sun warmed her skin. A gentle gasp and moan of pleasure at the feel escaped her. Beneath her silk slippers the gravel crunched as she walked along the path. Sight was improving slowly, but through Dusk’s eyes she could see how large and wondrous the room was. Was it a room? Ria doubted that this new location could ever be titled as such.

The scents of different flora and fauna reached her senses to understand the depth of Raith’s gift. She knew this was all for her. This was for her dream. She could hear the waterfall in the distance. Emotions were welling up in her chest that could hardly be contained. Many saw her dark prince as a wrathful being. To her, he was the gentlest of men in the entire creation. There was no grasping how lucky she was to be bound to such a man.

Dusk and Ky led Alairia to the meadow where Raith was waiting upon a blanket. She wished that she could see Raith as he waited on that blanket amongst flowers brought into existence for her. Her night wolf and black shepherd left her side to curl up together in the flowers as Ria gathered her dress to sit tucked up against Raith. It took no time for his arms to be wrapped around her slim form that was perfectly mold against his muscled chest. Her own arms wrapped around his neck in a loving hug. ”You are brilliant,” she breathed against his cheek while giving him a kiss.

A bright smile was plastered on her features now that reached her unseeing eyes. Everything about the garden smelled heavenly to her. This was what she had dreamed. Alairia nuzzled her nose into his neck while holding herself tightly against her love. ”Thank you,” she repeated over and over. Each time she squeezed him to emphasize how grateful she was.

It wasn’t just gratefulness for the garden, but everything. All of it. Raith’s unending patience with the physical, emotional and mental healing that was needed for her. The patience for not pushing on her for a more physical relationship than she had been ready for. Now he was a god. A literal god. Women were always attracted to the most beautiful male in existence. Now that he was Risen, even more were seeing the perfection that he was. Even if he was the god that reigned over Wrath and the Heavens, it made no difference. Alairia did not worry about him being unfaithful. What she wanted was to show her appreciation. The depth of her love for the male beside her.

She rested her head on his shoulder to splendor in the warmth that radiated off of his body. ”I have to ask…how difficult was this to make? This had to take a bit to put all together.”

Silence had taken to exploring the new room, while they waited for Alairia to arrive, Raith inspecting his handy work through the eyes of the Drake. Not a bad effort, considering he wasn't exactly the most natural gardener, by any means of the word. It would suffice, Ria could do with it as she wished from now on, this was her room after all, a place she could call her own that even he would not interfere with, unless asked to.

He heard the door open, moments before the gasp, and he smiled. Giliath was naturally cold, thanks to the fact that it was essentially situated in the Heavens, but this place Raith had ensured to be the opposite of his own Domain - this room was for his Light, and therefore required a warmth he did not possess himself. With Alairia he was gentle, with her he found a softer side to himself, that others would never have dared even dream of. His love for the woman had shown him greater depths to himself, and he had grown because of her, even to the point of saving his loathsome mother… 

He remained upon the blanket, allowing his lover the chance to explore her new room, where she could begin to conduct her work, safe and happy in the knowledge that Raith was never too far away. He smiled warmly, and opened his arms to embrace her, pulling her close and breathing in her scent, savouring the warmth of her body. "Of course," he chuckled, under no delusions, whatsoever, as to how brilliant he was. Modesty had never been a strong point of his. 
"I thought about what we discussed the other night, and I realised that I wanted you to realise your dream here, to tie it to my own in a way… not to take away what you will achieve, but because all that I am and all that I do is because of, and for, you. The door will open from your mother's shop in Mamlak, and will automatically bring any of your patients directly into this room; they will be seeking your help, not mine, therefore there is no need for them to take the same trials as my own Pilgrims. Should you require me, I will come, should you require access to Giliath, you need merely think of the cold of our home and the door will change location automatically for you to walk through without worrying about needing me to be around. It means I can keep you safe, but you have your privacy, this place is yours and yours alone Alairia, this room is not for me nor those who come to find me," he added softly. 

Resting his cheek atop her head he smiled. "A little, I had to ask that wretched Angela for help, in terms of the plants etc. but for you, another favour to that woman, I shall suffer with," he chuckled. "There's another reason I asked you here Alairia, something important," he shifted his weight slightly, and pulled a box from his pocket, opening the lid with his thumb so that he could keep his other arm around his lover. Inside was the most stunning ring the centre of which looked like a star, or a piece of the moon, that had been plucked from the sky and set amongst the rest of the glistening stones. "I love you Alairia, in a way I never believed that I could love anyone, marry me?"

The world that Raith foresaw was always centered around Alairia. She had felt nervous about that concept at first. Then that emotion turned to guilt as Raith had gained a power that few were ever capable of. He was a god now. A deity of this realm that held her in the highest regards to the point of changing the world for her own sake. That guilt was melting away as she felt the love that surrounded each and every move that he made. There were options for him this world. Options that were not always there at the beginning, and yet his determination was never swayed…not once. She knew the depths of his love now more than ever before. It was not that Ria doubted her mate, but doubted the value in what he saw in her. It was a self-confidence that was growing in her own heart.

Raith was changing in more ways than just his power bestowed to him from the Voice. He was changing because he decided that Alairia’s love was powerful enough. To sit in the embrace of Raith made a calm come over the half elf. It was a calm that only came over her when she was with the man holding her. Ria was not the only one who was influenced by this love between them. She chuckled at his response. ”Dork,” she continued to laugh.

Brows lifted high as he began to go into specifics as to why he had created this new ‘room.’ Ria still could not consider this as just a room with the expanse that existed within. This was all created for the dream she had mentioned just the other night. How powerful was her love now that he was in the Pantheon? She nuzzled her face into his chest while holding him closer. ”You are crazy, do you know that? I would love to say I can’t believe you did all of this. But…I have seen you do many crazy things for my sake. Thank you,” her tone now softer. Gentler as she ‘looked’ up to Raith. One day she would be able to see him again with her own eyes. It was going to take time, but time was something she was willing to give.

When he shifted to pull something from his pocket, Ria frowned slightly in confusion. The box that was exposed had a different scent. Something metallic was inside that she did not recognize. The woman tugged on Dusk’s mind to give her sight of what was being presented. Tears quickly formed to overflow down her soft cheeks. The scars were highlighted from the wetness. Gritting her teeth in hopes to hold back the tears, but it wouldn’t work. Sheer happiness consumed her as well as relief. To finally have the chance to say that he was hers…forever.

It was unexpected. Ria threw her arms around his neck to knock him to the ground. She kissed him repeatedly while laying on top of his form. ”Yes,” she said over and over again. ”A thousand times yes.” Eventually, the woman stopped in order to just wrap herself around the man below her. It was a dream. The couple were laying in the middle of a god created garden where the deity whom created it all proposed to the woman. It certain was a dream.

Here, with Alairia in his arms, Raith felt at peace. Since the circumstances of his birth, he had never once imagined a life where he could live someone, or be loved by another. He was a creature of Darkness, a being made of Shadows and Hate, pure unadulterated rage given form… the Voice had recognised this, and seen that Revaliir required a man of his caliber. Now he could change the world, now he could fulfill his ambitions… just so long as Ria was by his side at least.
She did not shy away from his dark heart, she embraced it. He would always be a murderer, bloodthirsty and looking for a way to destroy the Light, to show those naive souls that without people like him, they would not exist.

He smirked at her gibe, he enjoyed these moments alone with his lover, where they were just two people alone in the world. ”It’s not the first time my sanity has been called into question, nor do I suspect it to be the last,” he replied with a chuckle. ”A new start, for both of us. That’s what this place is, your new start, your dream. Part of me feels as though I am stepping on it, making it my own, but I know you see it as I intend. I want you happy, and safe, the latter being my duty as much as my honour. I’ve done enough harm to you as it is, this is my atonement, while also ensuring I can come to you should trouble occur. Call it an old man’s paranoia, that or knowing this world more than I would like,” he sighed. 

Ring in his palm, Raith waited for her answer, reading her through her body language and the sound of her breathing. He felt her muscles almost melted beneath his own, and he knew she was happy, that he had confirmed for her that he wanted her and her alone. He smiled and held her tightly, kissing her furiously (while also forcing the fire of his Dragon back into himself, she was close and in his arms and in this moment of passion it would have loved to have taken hold of him… and her), drinking in her scent. ”My Queen,” he growled in a husky tone.

The concept that Raith after all he had been anointed with still wanted to have Alairia. Options were open for him from every direction; that had been clear at the celebratory party thrown. A gift of a literal woman had been brought for Raith, whom he turned down instantly. It still had been something to shake her confidence. Yet, here was the man proposing that they bind their lives together. She clung to him tightly while continuing to shed tears of joy. The couple had been through much in their time together. Now they could declare themselves together for the rest of their years. Considering Raith being made a god, there was no telling how long they would have now that he was an immortal in the years. Hopefully, she had the Settling soon. Half elves had a fifty-fifty chance of Settling into an immortal life span or they would be blessed with longer life yet still die of old age.

They threw themselves into the others scent as they intertwined their bodies. She could read his husky tone and flushed even further. ”My King,” she responded quietly.

Finally, Ria sat up by pushing her hands upon his chest as he lay beneath her. ”Now that I have this beautiful ring upon my finger…we have to get a few things straight.” Her voice was very official sounding as if she were making a proclamation for an entire banquet room. ”YOU did not do any harm to ME. Got it? There is not atonement. You are and old man…you cradle robber,” she laughed. There was an effort on the end of her words to help lessen the harshness from her prior words. ”You need to get it through your head that nothing that has happened was your fault. They were decisions and actions made by a lunatic. I don’t…and will never blame you, my love. My complete heart. Stop it. Okay?”

She poked his chest rather hard, though his muscles were certainly strong enough to take any assault she could ever attempt on him. Alairia was essentially the opposite of her mate. She was not a warrior of any kind. The half elf was a healer through and through. A light to his shadows. And yet, they somehow melded together well.

Alairia tucked her legs to the side while allowing her fingers to trace the ring that now donned her finger. As she continued to ‘admire’ it, her heart began to beat quickly again. Fingers moved from her ring to rest upon his chest. A blush heated her cheeks. Before she could allow her own thoughts get in the way, Alairia moved to begin to kiss Raith. They were not the normal adoring and gentle ones. These were heated with a fire she had not allowed herself to have before. Terror and trauma had held her back from the thought of a touch. Xy had scarred Alairia deeply…had taken the first that meant much for young adults.

Now, she would not consider it being taken. It would be freely given to the man that declared his heart purely to the elf. Alairia pressed her body against him before wrapping her arms around his neck. ”Please,” she whispered against his lips. The heat did not leave her cheeks as there was an embarrassment that she was even asking for such a thing. She needed it though. Having that ring upon her finger gave her a protection and love that she never thought possible. She wanted to show Raith just how much she had loved him in return as well as share what she had wanted to for some time.

Raith buried his face into Alairia's neck, drinking in her scent - if he was the embodiment of wrath then she was the very definition of serenity, she was the only one who could quell the raging storm in his heart, in fact, she was the only one who had ever captured him in this way - why would he ever want to be without her? He knew in the back of her mind she would be wondering about his Immortality and whether or not she too would Settle into it - if she did not then they would find means to move around it, just as his mother and father had, the Minadrias had ways. He would not be without his love, she was his everything.

The man smiled at her response, he rather liked hearing her call him that. He tilted his head slightly as she sat up and spoke, finding it somewhat difficult to concentrate given how she sat atop him. He scowled slightly, though a small smile lingered upon his lips as she spoke. "Young whelps should have more respect for their elders," he teased, chuckling as he grasped her wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. "I shall endeavor to comply with my Queen's wishes, as best I can, though I still intend on ridding this world of that menace. I shall finish what I started with her." 

He lay where he was, rather enjoying the sunlight captured in this place and the warmth it spread through his body - suddenly Ria's lips were on his own in a way so unlike his lover. Raith could not help but respond, his body answering her need without hesitation - he'd had no issue with waiting, his love for Ria outweighed any physical need he may have had, but now that she was initiating such passion he could not help but meet it with his own insatiable need. The second she uttered that word he lost what little control he had left, one hand snaking about her waist while the other found its way to her hair, his own heated kisses carrying across his answer. He switched their positions, laying Alairia beneath him, his hands gentle as they traced her form - he had done this before, she (technically) had not, he would outweigh the memory of Xyaban tenfold, he would burn that image from Ria's mind once and for all…

It always was an amazement how gentle Raith became whenever he was within her presence. She could feel his face bury against her neck, knowing that he was taking in her scent. It was a way of settling himself she had found many times over. Her fingers lightly scratched the base of his skull where his hair tapped off. There were still times Ria found it odd that he had had most of his hair cut off. Though it had made sense considering the trauma that he had felt in regards to it brushing against his shoulders.

A knowing smirk appeared on her lips as she noticed his reaction to the title that had been given…earned. Raith was most certainly a King over his domain. She enjoyed watching him revel in his own self-worth. He had always known he was special, but it had felt as if it had been a front. Now there was a validation to what he had always known. To see him feel a bolster of pride gave Ria a sense of pride and relief to see him as happy as he had been recently. ”This young whelp likes to push the elders to the precipice for the sheer fun of it.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper as she felt the heat of his breath upon her wrist. Lightly, Alairia bit her bottom lip as he brushed a kiss on her delicate skin. She could not help but swallow hard just from the little action.

The words he spoke were hardly registered as Ria could hear her pulse in her ears. Queen had made her smile with a combined flush. When they married, things would seem to change…even though Raith had always treated her as a queen in front of all who could see her.

It had always been the small actions that Raith had made towards her or around the young elf to make her fall in love with him. Despite the persona he attempted to portray to the world, Ria had seen him for something else. She had seen through that facade. Raith was a man of integrity, even if he refused to admit it even to himself. That was why she wanted to give him all that she had. All that she was, and all that she possessed.

That was also why she felt the heat towards the newly mantaled immortal. Alairia was no longer scared, not that she had ever been scared of Raith. That physical need she had denied and ran from was now roaring to life as the coolness of her engagement ring about her digit encouraged her onward.

A light gasp of surprise escaped her as he quickly switched their positioning to shadow her form from above. It had been an easy movement for his muscled frame, and yet it had been a gentle transition. The feel of his exploring hands were just a catalyst to spread the heat throughout her slight frame. As they continued to entangle their mouths and tongues, Ria had to break the kiss for a moment to catch her breath. Uneven breaths broke from her lips as she looked up at Raith. Her eyes were mostly black as they had diluted to show only a rim around of her hazel color. A knee lifted up to brush up against the inside of his thigh has he hovered slightly above. She lifted a brow with a mischievous smirk upon her lips. Even with that expression, Ria knew little of what she was doing…at least consciously. This was purely instinct fueled, and that instinct told her to devour the ridiculously handsome man above her.

The man snorted, raising an eyebrow at his lover. "Doesn't she just? It's a good thing the whelp is as loved as she is, or else this elder might bend her over his knee and punish her," his tone was husky, his intention quite clear - in no way would Raith ever hurt Alairia, his entire purpose in life was to protect her from harm (or at least, that was the purpose he had come across since meeting her) but he was no stranger to using a certain amount of pain for pleasure… if the partner was willing and excited by such things. 

No other woman could have enchanted the God of Wrath in the same way that Alairia had, and even now Raith could not entirely understand how she had managed to do it. To think that when they had first met he had smelt his mother on her and intended to use her to get close to Kythe, from that very first meeting he could not get the Half-Elf from his mind, and then he had realised that his cause was lost to the love he held for this woman. He would deeply regret that his actions had led to her torture at Xyaban's hands, no matter what she said he would never be able to forgive himself for that - however it had dictated how he behaved with her. After all that Xyaban had put Ria through he had been careful with his own actions, with his physical urges - the last thing he had wanted was to frighten her or make her mental scars deeper because he had decided to move too fast… though she did make behaving extremely difficult to do…

Permission had been given, she was not afraid, and there was no holding him back now… He let out a growl as her knee brushed against his inner thigh, there would be no denying how he was feeling - she would feel it. He gently nibbled her bottom lip, one hand cupping her breast as the other trickled down her side, following along her waist to her hip, fingertips tracing the line of her pelvic bone to brush against her thigh, smiling all the while. 

”Ohhh? Do you think the elder would ever do such a thing, truly?”. Even she was surprised at the purr in her tone. It was something that she had felt for a long time, but only now felt a courage to allow herself to do something about it. Never would she fear anything that was brought about by Raith. The elf knew the extent of their differences, and yet it never scared her. Excitement replaced the place where the fear should have been when it came to the man her arms were wrapped around. It was then she lightly traced his jawline with the very tip of her long index finger. Fingernail dug ever the slightest along his tanned skin. From that alone a shiver slipped its way down her spine. She wanted to touch every bit of him.

Her outfit had been selected perfectly as it was one of her more 'scandalous’ ones in her wardrobe. The layering of sheer fabric had given the covering needed for the public, but there was not much necessary manipulation to see what only one man was allowed.

Ria continued to rub the inside of his leg until she felt a bulge in his pants that made the blush on her cheeks heat further. She did not recoil. Instead, she changed where her leg was brushing to the directly between his legs. There was a smirk on her lips as he nibbled on her bottom lip. Hands were tangled in his thick black hair to hold his face against hers. She wanted all of him, and the heat of his breath was just getting her started.

The feel of his hand upon her breast, even over the fabric, was enough to start pushing her over the edge. If it was Raith, it would not take much. The inexperienced woman knew that he would not let her get away with a short interaction. He had been greatly patient, as well as she had waited her entire life for a man like him….and this particular joining. She moaned into his mouth at the tingles that were shooting through her chest down to the depths of her lower belly.

With no proper experience before, her body was reacting completely by instinct and nature. Brows knit tightly together as she felt his fingertips lightly trace their way towards her thigh. She was surprised at how her legs spread open for him to have the access he was working towards. Alairia had not expected for her to move eagerly as she was, but she wanted to feel all of him.

Hands left their grip on his hair to pull on the bottom edges of his shirt. She wanted it pulled off of him to gaze upon the perfection of his body. Her sight returning meant that she wanted to indulge in the form of her beloved. Many were entranced with his physique; who wouldn’t with the way Raith looked? The elf moved her lips from his to his neck. There she kissed and nipped at the tanned skin in play as she pulled his shirt off to throw off to the side. For a moment, Ria admired the muscles that rippled on his form. Hands traced the outlines of his lean yet strong build. Gods he was gorgeous.