08-25-2015, 12:17 PM
love is a temporary madness...
She is, to say the least, surprised by his arrival. The last thing she had expected to encounter on her brief trip to the Chamber was him. Their initial meeting had gone over nearly as well as a cat in a wolf den. Meeting him again had most certainly not been on her agenda. She cannot help the faint stiffening of her entire body when she hears the distinct cadence of his voice. She pins him with her russet gaze, all hint of warmth leaving those brilliant depths. She smiles at him though, a reflex as automatic as breathing, before dipping her head slightly in a greeting, an unwitting echo of the very first time she had acknowledged him.
The gray stallion is all fast talk and smooth words as he edges closer to her before smoothly extracting her from the small group. Her surprise at the ease in which he had extricated them is evident. She had not expected him to desire her private company. After all, what could they possibly have to discuss? The smirk and suggestive wink however, make it all too clear. Her delicately lined head notches up several inches as she recoils slightly from his touch. Even this is far more reaction than she would normally give to such a situation, and given the watchful eyes of his kingdom mates, she has little choice but to step aside with him. She briefly considers simply flying away, but abandons the idea almost as soon as it occurs. After all, she would at least like to keep things cordial with the Chamber. What kind of woman would she prove to be if she said as much, then promptly reneged?
“Is this really necessary?”
The words come out on a soft hiss, quiet enough that their nearby companions would be unable to hear it, and far more telling than any expression that has crossed her features as yet.
At his exclamation of mercy, she turns her eyes briefly upward, the closest she would ever come to rolling them. She easily recognizes that most of the stallion’s words are said simply for effect, but that does not stop her exasperation. As he turns his assessing gaze back on her, she does her own best impression of stoicism. Though she would never be described as such, she is quite able of covering her emotions with the best of them.
He ended with what she could only consider his coup de grâce. It takes her a moment to register the words he had spoken, and when they do, surprise hits her, followed closely by horror. She does flinch from him then, her own retort escaping her mouth before she can censor it.
“He is, for all intents and purposes, my nephew. He is my daughter’s brother.” Half-brother, actually. “What you are suggesting is absolutely absurd.”
That she is mostly in love with the previous king of the Dale (and their current king's father) has no place in this conversation, nor would she ever tell him that. Besides, her relationship with Tiphon is complicated at best, considering the man’s affections are so torn between Elysteria and another. She pauses then, pinning him with a hard stare.
“Besides, when discussing a king, stoicism could be considered quite a complement.”
The gray stallion is all fast talk and smooth words as he edges closer to her before smoothly extracting her from the small group. Her surprise at the ease in which he had extricated them is evident. She had not expected him to desire her private company. After all, what could they possibly have to discuss? The smirk and suggestive wink however, make it all too clear. Her delicately lined head notches up several inches as she recoils slightly from his touch. Even this is far more reaction than she would normally give to such a situation, and given the watchful eyes of his kingdom mates, she has little choice but to step aside with him. She briefly considers simply flying away, but abandons the idea almost as soon as it occurs. After all, she would at least like to keep things cordial with the Chamber. What kind of woman would she prove to be if she said as much, then promptly reneged?
“Is this really necessary?”
The words come out on a soft hiss, quiet enough that their nearby companions would be unable to hear it, and far more telling than any expression that has crossed her features as yet.
At his exclamation of mercy, she turns her eyes briefly upward, the closest she would ever come to rolling them. She easily recognizes that most of the stallion’s words are said simply for effect, but that does not stop her exasperation. As he turns his assessing gaze back on her, she does her own best impression of stoicism. Though she would never be described as such, she is quite able of covering her emotions with the best of them.
He ended with what she could only consider his coup de grâce. It takes her a moment to register the words he had spoken, and when they do, surprise hits her, followed closely by horror. She does flinch from him then, her own retort escaping her mouth before she can censor it.
“He is, for all intents and purposes, my nephew. He is my daughter’s brother.” Half-brother, actually. “What you are suggesting is absolutely absurd.”
That she is mostly in love with the previous king of the Dale (and their current king's father) has no place in this conversation, nor would she ever tell him that. Besides, her relationship with Tiphon is complicated at best, considering the man’s affections are so torn between Elysteria and another. She pauses then, pinning him with a hard stare.
“Besides, when discussing a king, stoicism could be considered quite a complement.”
elysteria