THE DANCER PRINCE
The Dancer Prince
Written by Ambassador Yrishna Wolf
Alexander had received from his father an ultimatum to return home within a week. He had stayed at the Gork IX detention camp longer than he had planned because of his new care. Alexander hadn't slept on his bed for a while, and had refused taking another room. He also had refused to take his guards' room, and despite his care's incessant attempts at proposing that he sleep on the sofa and Alexander sleep on the bed, he had managed to keep both his guards sleeping on their originally intended bed and him on the sofa. He was a stubborn person in many respects, but he had chosen to take Gerard under his care and he would make sure that that care was not comparable. One of the doctors assigned to royal guests had constantly watched over Gerard, checking him for any permanent physical damage. What Alexander had seen that first day wasn't comparable to the sort of medical care that he needed. He was a bad case of over exertion and his wounds on his back had yet to be fully repaired.
Alexander's father had tried to block him every step of the way, but thankfully he was kind hearted and strong of will and mind. Alexander had refused his father's attempts to block the application of
treatment, though the Doctors were forbidden from using any sort of advanced medical
equipment or healing touches as those could only legally be used at hospitals. His father had warned him that if Gerard were to leave the detention camp, his father would have to arrest Gerard. Alexander was bitter, he could have returned to his new home already, but instead he was here with Gerard, taking care to make sure he recovered properly and as quickly as possible. He hadn't determined what he had planned to do with Gerard yet, it was impossible for him to leave him behind in this Gorkan detention camp. The moment he left, the abuse would recommence, and probably with more bitterness than ever before.
Alexander decided it was time to check the wounds of Gerard again. He stood up from the sofa, watching over the sleeping victim as he pulled the covers away from him. He finally could sleep with the covers on without it forcing too much pain, but the bruises which were left behind on some of the wounds had made matters a bit more time consuming. Alexander watched the bruises and the clotting lash marks, touching them to make sure they were doing all right. He was healing quickly enough, he thought, and hopefully within several days, Alexander could perhaps take Gerard in as a servant. Alexander smiled, he would enjoy having him as his servant, he seemed so heart warming, and he had come to learn so much about what the palace life was like before his father had come to the Arnouville Palace. In fact, it seemed as though the Arnouville Palace had perhaps changed hands and servants, but it had kept its life, its traditions.
Alexander, leaned his head close to Gerard, resting his ear on the wounds. He listened quietly to his smooth breathing, and his steady beating of the heart. He continued his meticulous observation looking at the curvature of his body, watching the side of his stomach, the firmness of his thighs. He was caught slightly unaware when Gerard awoke, his eyes opening and seeing Alexander looking over him. He shook slightly, smiling, he wasn't afraid of Alexander and was quite flattered by this serious, and intense observation of his own body. Youri hadn't felt such an attraction before, and Alexander's consequent blushing and moving away made the situation even more flattering. He, Gerard, attempted to calm Alexander down, to confirm to him that he was neither repulsed nor worried about what Alexander had done. It took a bit of time for Alexander to calm down, but the time was worth it, Gerard was certain now that he, Alexander was the true thing.
"Your Majesty," Gerard asked meekly, after Alexander's face had returned to its original tint.
"Gerard, call me Alexander, or Alex," Alexander looked at Gerard, "People whom I really really like call me Alex."
"And I am a person you really really like?" Gerard watched Alexander, his head leaning on the left side of his shoulder.
"Hmmhmm," Alexander smiled, "What can I do for you?"
"Your Majesty," Gerard spoke again, "I thank you so much for your kind generosity, for saving my life when none others would, I thank you so much for everything you've done. But I am not at peace."
Alexander looked at Gerard confused, "But you're safe now, how can you not be at peace?"
"I am never at peace," Gerard paused as he said very quietly, "Unless I dance."
"You're a dancer?" Alexander looked at Gerard's body, he indeed have all the requirements for it, except he couldn't see how a palace servant could possibly find enough time in his day to dance. Keeping the Crown and Crown's children served required the entire servant staff being available twenty four hours per day.
"Yes," Gerard blushed, "Quite good in fact, I've danced ever since I was a baby."
"Well, I want you happy," Alexander watched Gerard, confirming that was what his heart wanted, "As the 2nd in line to the Segan Throne, I command you to dance."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Gerard looked at Alexander, "If you wish, you could watch me practice my dance routines."
"It's not like I wasn't going to," Alexander winked, as he turned his head to the door of his guards, "Rich, can you get our motorcade ready, we're taking Gerard to the best dance studio on Gork."
"Aye, your majesty," A voice from inside the other room shouted.
It took Alexander and Youri several hours to get all of the
equipment which "Gerard" needed to do his dance. Alexander learned Youri was well versed in all the classical forms of Terran and Segan dance styles, as well as several of his own. Alexander only knew one which he was somewhat good in, and that was salsa. Gerard promised him that at the end of his routine, Alexander and him could have a dance if he so wished. The Royal Dance Studio in Hoelaartat was the chosen studio by the guards, and while it wasn't as nice as the one at the Palais d'Arnouville it would do. Youri allowed Alexander to choose musical pieces, a job which pleased the 18 year old Prince very much. The first piece which Alexander had chosen was a simple techno turn.
Youri in turn danced a simple routine to warm himself up, he couldn't dance with his shirt on as the injuries on his back were so complete. While Techno was a Terran style of music, which normally would feature a fairly simple dance routine, Youri decided to add a little spice by adding a nouveau Segan dance. His elbows were forced to move in a sort of wave, as his arms move up to above his head. His left leg curled around as he turned into his own spin. His entire body girated, following the groove of the beat as a natural smile finally appeared on his face. From the other side of the room, watching the expert dancer, Alexander was both impressed and awed. Gerard made him act as if he wasn't a member of the royal family, as if just being a member of the royal family didn't matter. Gerard's smile was natural, so majestic that it made Alexander feel as though Gerard was one of him, as royal as him, if not more. He was slowly falling for him. His own mind danced around his emotions, twisting them and expanding them as he began to day dream about Gerard.
Youri, finished his dance routine, as he danced over to the unsuspecting Gerard. He
extended his hand to Gerard, who got up from the dance floor. Youri's soft hands touched Alexander's inward curves between his stomach and his hips, making Alexander step slightly closer to him. Youri smiled, watching Alexander's icy blue eyes as they looked back at him focused on the task. Youri and Alexander danced around the dance floor, following a simple waltz routine. They took turns leading each other, as their hands touched each other's warm bodies. They looked into each other's eyes, as their eyes did the speaking for them. Their lips remained seal during the entire dance
routine. Even as the song finished, they continued dancing, unwilling to stop even if life depended on it. Alexander looked over his "Gerard" leaning for what he had always wanted, his lips met with Gerard's, as they expressed each other's attractions no other way they could. They had found each other, and they couldn't leave each other, Alexander's lips parted from Gerard's, he was in all excitement.
"Do you love me, Gerard?" Alexander looked at Gerard, "Do you?!?"
"Yes, I do," Gerard replied, his eyes looking down at the floor.
"I love you, I love you as well!" Alexander kissed Gerard on the cheek, "And I'll never let you go, when I go back, you're coming with me! You are!"
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"The Styx Consortium disagrees with your decisions, and they disagree with them for the last time," The Styx Arch-Achroid's voice whispered into Vladimir's ear, "The Syndicate and the Consortium have agreed that this alliance and that the Segan Monarchy will now be directly controlled by the Styx."
"You are the ones who killed the Prime Minister," Vladimir shouted bitterly, "We had an agreement, and you broke it! I want you all out of the Monarchy, I will no longer take orders from the Styx. I am ---"
"What you are," The Styx Arch-Achroid's eyes turned to a fierce red, "What you are is a servant of the Styx, and what your people are, are puppets of our government, we will do was we wish here."
"I want you all out!" Vladimir walked over, pointing to the padd which sealed the agreement between the Segan Popular Union and the Arch-Achroid, "This is finished, I will have no more with this." He threw the padd towards the wall, as it
exploded on contact.
"You dare to order the Styx Syndicate?!? The Styx Consortium?!?" The Styx Arch-Achroid began to enter Vladimir's mind, "You will now see our true powers, you are finished."
Vladimir could feel the Styx Arch-Achroid's powerful
entrance into his mind as it forced great pain to go through him. He screamed as he began to feel the presence of the Arch-Achroid, as the Arch-Achroid dwelled into the forbidden areas of his mind. He could feel his individuality getting ripped out, as his eyes were filled with blue blood. Vladimir's entire body was frozen stiff, paralyzed, unable to feel anything. He could no longer move, his screams had become subdued murmurs as the Styx Arch-Achroid completed his evil schemes. He had entered Vladimir's mind before, had controlled his movements, but he had never gone as deep as this. Vladimir had been turned into a drone, it followed only the orders of the Arch-Achroid mind. The Arch-Achroid quickly cleaned Vladimir's face of blood, as the guards ran in. The Arch-Achroid couldn't be seen by these guards.
"Are you all right, your Majesty?" One of the Royal guards asked.
"I am," The Arch-Achroid replied, in Vladimir's voice, "Will you have the entire Joint Chiefs of Staffs in my office within ten minutes. We have important business to discuss."
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10 Minutes Later
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"I am glad you are all present," The Arch-Achroid who still mind-controlled Vladimir stated, "Gentlemen of the Joint Chiefs of Staffs, I wish to announce that twenty five hundred vessels of our allies will be arriving within a few days. They will stage themselves at the Segan transwarp rift, in order to jump over to the Delta Quadrant. Together with our own fleets, I wish for us to coordinate an attack on our largest enemy."
"The Federation?" One of the Admirals asked, looking at Vladimir unbelievably, "They're Starfleet is much bigger than that!"
"You fool!" Vladimir replied, "The Cardassian Monarchy is our greatest enemy. We need to coordinate quick and effective action to destroy Cardassia Prime and all Cardassian people."
"Statistics show they have a fleet of some 750 vessels," Another Admiral chimed in," With your allies' 2500 vessels, and if we deploy all our 2000 ships. We might be able to take the Cardassian Monarchy in a head on conflict."
"Indeed," Vladimir turned to his Chiefs of Staffs, "I want this deployment to be as quiet as possible. With the S.P.N.N. sabotage, we know what these people are capable of. I also want war plans on my desk within a week. Understood?"
"Yes your Majesty," The Joint Chiefs replied together.
"Dismissed," Vladimir turned and looked at the window, "I will pray in the name of the Quadaz for our success."