New fic: Teaser
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lobelia321Here is a teaser from the AU series I am currently writing. It is called The Desert Prince, with eternal thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marythefan.
I'm rather nervous about it. It's a draft version only: unrevised, unbeta'ed. In fact, this series is still looking for a beta.
Title: The Desert Prince: A Fable
Part: 0/??
Author: Lobelia; lobelia321@aol.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/
Pairing: Multiple, but mainly OB/SB, OB/KU, OB/BB; also featuring DM/EW, LT/MO, JL/LM, and possible other combinations.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: RPS. AU. Character death. Character murder. BDSM. Non-consensual sex. Gender bending.
Archive: This is a draft version. Do not archive this, please!
Feedback: Yes, please. Remember, though: this is only a draft.
Disclaimers: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.
Summary: Orlando is ensnared by the evil Desert Prince and must confront his own dark secrets. But maybe it is really the evil Desert Prince who is ensnared by Orlando...?
Author's Notes: Eternal gratitude to Mary the Fan for spawning the idea.
This is a series set in an alternative universe. Imagine this story as akin to a dream or a film with the LotR actors cast in the following roles (not all roles are finalised yet):
Cast:
Desert Prince: Karl Urban
Desert Duke, his father: John Noble
Sean ben Bean, cloth merchant: Sean Bean
Orlando, his ward and apprentice: Orlando Bloom
Harem slaves: Dominic Monaghan, Elijah Wood
Harem houris: Miranda Otto, Liv Tyler
Grand Vizier (formerly): Billy Boyd
Keepers of the Citadel: Jay Laga'Aia, Lawrence Makoare
Wine merchant: John Rhys-Davies
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*Prologue*
Lo and behold the Desert Prince.
He is the moon at night and the sun by day. The morning star lives on his right cheek, and the evening star lives on his left cheek. He is as mighty as the thunder clouds on the horizons that loom but never arrive. He gives succour as do the rains that come but once every five years. He is as strong as the dromedary that rides the desert dunes, and as tough as the prickly cactus that survives in the sandy crevices. He is the date fruit, hard on the outside but sweet and juicy on the inside. He is the pomegranate, maidens' delight, and the crystal spring, life-giver. He stands proud, like the camel's cock. He is tireless, like the goat in rut. His lips are twin nutmegs; his neck is an alabaster column; his arms are sandalwood spears; his legs are palm trunks, true and straight; his cock is a silver scimitar; his balls are olives of gold.
Behold the Desert Prince and bow down to his glory.
But do not dare to cross him because his anger is as swift as it is righteous. His bite is as deadly as the scorpion's sting. His fist crushes as do the avalanches of rock on Mount Ararat.
But most of all, beware beware beware the Prince's Eye.
For his Eye is as evil as the desert snake's. Once it has fixed you in its merciless sights, it will fell you as surely as the poisoned arrow pierces the infidel's heart.
Oh, beware the Prince's Eye!
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*Fascicle the First*
We rode into the citadel early in the evening, just at the hour of sunset. So it was not until the following day that I first beheld the Desert Prince, my doom, my destiny.
I was on my mule, and next to me rode my beloved friend, my Sean ben Bean. We rode through the gates of the citadel, with our bundles of cloth piled high on our mules and our merchants' cloaks stiff with dust. As we passed under the lofty gate and obtained passes from the guards, I glanced over at my friend and was filled with love for him. There had not been a moment of my life in which I had not known him. For I am an orphan and Sean ben Bean brought me up as his brother.
But we were more than brothers. So much more.
The last rays of sun were painting the towers of the fortress gold as we rode through the gate and the lanes of the citadel. All behind us was the empty blue expanse of the dusky desert, and before us the unknown splendour of the Prince's castle. I did not know what would await within. I was young, my heart was quick in my throat, and I gazed around me in wonder.
We dismounted. We gave up our mules to stable boys to water and unburden. We were shown to our lodgings, and they were more magnificent than any rooms I had ever stayed in. Kelims adorned the smooth clay walls, soft rugs lay scattered about the floor, and where there weren't rugs, there were cool azure-patterned tiles.
I looked at my beloved friend, my Sean ben Bean, and smiled. And he looked at me and clasped my hand to his bosom. But his brow was clouded and there was a darkness in his clear green eyes.
"What troubles you, my beloved friend?" I asked him.
"It is this castle, Orlando," he answered. "We shall sell many boles of cloth here. The Master of this place is rich beyond imagining, and he loves pomp and finery. But he is also cruel beyond imagining, and I am afraid for you, my dearest heart."
"Do not be afraid. I have you to look out for me, and no one will take much note of a lowly apprentice like myself."
"Yes, you speak right. Still, I am afraid. There is some evil afoot in this place. I do not care for myself; you know I do not and that I care only for you. But I am afraid that my protection may not be enough here."
I smiled at that because my beloved friend was too modest. For had I not seen him slay a lion with one blow of his dagger and drive away a whole band of brigands with nothing but a whip and a club?
Sean leaned towards me and said in a low voice, looking about him although the chambers were quite empty, "Orlando, whatever you do, do not look into the Master's eyes. Tomorrow, when we must pay our respects to the Desert Duke and his son, the Desert Prince, do not meet the Duke's eye. Will you promise me this?"
Because Sean was my guardian and friend and more-than-brother whom I trusted with my life and my love, I smiled at him and squeezed his arm.
But I did not say 'yes'. Note well that I did not say 'yes'. Note well and tremble but also remember that I was young and innocent. I did not know the perils that lurked within this fortress. I did not suspect that I would meet my doom and my destiny within these walls.
But know also this: I had a reason for not saying 'yes'. Because, much as I trusted and revered my beloved friend and guardian, there was one thing that I had never revealed to him.
It was my deepest secret and I kept it locked within my heart. And soon it was to save my life and slay my love.
TBC
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marythefan.I'm rather nervous about it. It's a draft version only: unrevised, unbeta'ed. In fact, this series is still looking for a beta.
Title: The Desert Prince: A Fable
Part: 0/??
Author: Lobelia; lobelia321@aol.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/
Pairing: Multiple, but mainly OB/SB, OB/KU, OB/BB; also featuring DM/EW, LT/MO, JL/LM, and possible other combinations.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: RPS. AU. Character death. Character murder. BDSM. Non-consensual sex. Gender bending.
Archive: This is a draft version. Do not archive this, please!
Feedback: Yes, please. Remember, though: this is only a draft.
Disclaimers: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.
Summary: Orlando is ensnared by the evil Desert Prince and must confront his own dark secrets. But maybe it is really the evil Desert Prince who is ensnared by Orlando...?
Author's Notes: Eternal gratitude to Mary the Fan for spawning the idea.
This is a series set in an alternative universe. Imagine this story as akin to a dream or a film with the LotR actors cast in the following roles (not all roles are finalised yet):
Cast:
Desert Prince: Karl Urban
Desert Duke, his father: John Noble
Sean ben Bean, cloth merchant: Sean Bean
Orlando, his ward and apprentice: Orlando Bloom
Harem slaves: Dominic Monaghan, Elijah Wood
Harem houris: Miranda Otto, Liv Tyler
Grand Vizier (formerly): Billy Boyd
Keepers of the Citadel: Jay Laga'Aia, Lawrence Makoare
Wine merchant: John Rhys-Davies
--------
*Prologue*
Lo and behold the Desert Prince.
He is the moon at night and the sun by day. The morning star lives on his right cheek, and the evening star lives on his left cheek. He is as mighty as the thunder clouds on the horizons that loom but never arrive. He gives succour as do the rains that come but once every five years. He is as strong as the dromedary that rides the desert dunes, and as tough as the prickly cactus that survives in the sandy crevices. He is the date fruit, hard on the outside but sweet and juicy on the inside. He is the pomegranate, maidens' delight, and the crystal spring, life-giver. He stands proud, like the camel's cock. He is tireless, like the goat in rut. His lips are twin nutmegs; his neck is an alabaster column; his arms are sandalwood spears; his legs are palm trunks, true and straight; his cock is a silver scimitar; his balls are olives of gold.
Behold the Desert Prince and bow down to his glory.
But do not dare to cross him because his anger is as swift as it is righteous. His bite is as deadly as the scorpion's sting. His fist crushes as do the avalanches of rock on Mount Ararat.
But most of all, beware beware beware the Prince's Eye.
For his Eye is as evil as the desert snake's. Once it has fixed you in its merciless sights, it will fell you as surely as the poisoned arrow pierces the infidel's heart.
Oh, beware the Prince's Eye!
--------
*Fascicle the First*
We rode into the citadel early in the evening, just at the hour of sunset. So it was not until the following day that I first beheld the Desert Prince, my doom, my destiny.
I was on my mule, and next to me rode my beloved friend, my Sean ben Bean. We rode through the gates of the citadel, with our bundles of cloth piled high on our mules and our merchants' cloaks stiff with dust. As we passed under the lofty gate and obtained passes from the guards, I glanced over at my friend and was filled with love for him. There had not been a moment of my life in which I had not known him. For I am an orphan and Sean ben Bean brought me up as his brother.
But we were more than brothers. So much more.
The last rays of sun were painting the towers of the fortress gold as we rode through the gate and the lanes of the citadel. All behind us was the empty blue expanse of the dusky desert, and before us the unknown splendour of the Prince's castle. I did not know what would await within. I was young, my heart was quick in my throat, and I gazed around me in wonder.
We dismounted. We gave up our mules to stable boys to water and unburden. We were shown to our lodgings, and they were more magnificent than any rooms I had ever stayed in. Kelims adorned the smooth clay walls, soft rugs lay scattered about the floor, and where there weren't rugs, there were cool azure-patterned tiles.
I looked at my beloved friend, my Sean ben Bean, and smiled. And he looked at me and clasped my hand to his bosom. But his brow was clouded and there was a darkness in his clear green eyes.
"What troubles you, my beloved friend?" I asked him.
"It is this castle, Orlando," he answered. "We shall sell many boles of cloth here. The Master of this place is rich beyond imagining, and he loves pomp and finery. But he is also cruel beyond imagining, and I am afraid for you, my dearest heart."
"Do not be afraid. I have you to look out for me, and no one will take much note of a lowly apprentice like myself."
"Yes, you speak right. Still, I am afraid. There is some evil afoot in this place. I do not care for myself; you know I do not and that I care only for you. But I am afraid that my protection may not be enough here."
I smiled at that because my beloved friend was too modest. For had I not seen him slay a lion with one blow of his dagger and drive away a whole band of brigands with nothing but a whip and a club?
Sean leaned towards me and said in a low voice, looking about him although the chambers were quite empty, "Orlando, whatever you do, do not look into the Master's eyes. Tomorrow, when we must pay our respects to the Desert Duke and his son, the Desert Prince, do not meet the Duke's eye. Will you promise me this?"
Because Sean was my guardian and friend and more-than-brother whom I trusted with my life and my love, I smiled at him and squeezed his arm.
But I did not say 'yes'. Note well that I did not say 'yes'. Note well and tremble but also remember that I was young and innocent. I did not know the perils that lurked within this fortress. I did not suspect that I would meet my doom and my destiny within these walls.
But know also this: I had a reason for not saying 'yes'. Because, much as I trusted and revered my beloved friend and guardian, there was one thing that I had never revealed to him.
It was my deepest secret and I kept it locked within my heart. And soon it was to save my life and slay my love.
TBC
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