[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OwZNeFr.png[/img][/center] [color=808080] [hr] The princess seemed uncertain with [i]everything[/i] at the moment. “[color=a464b0][i]I know…[/i][/color]” She whispered out to her handmaiden. Flynn’s opinion about her was important not because they were married but she wanted him to actually like her. How would he like her knowing what she did? She shouldn’t be accepting comfort from other people, especially men. “[color=a464b0]I promise, Elara… I will tell him,[/color]” She could promise that Flynn would be told by her but she didn’t know when. When was a good time? Never. Something like this was never a good time to tell a husband that forced you into a loveless marriage. What if she told and he decided to get rid of her? Octavia nodded her head, “[color=a464b0]Thank you, Elara… I’ll try my best to tell him. I promise you,[/color]” The nerves she felt in her system were shot and overwhelmed at the same time. Her whole body was beginning to numb then she jumped out of her skin when she heard Mister Emberani’s voice echo out throughout the house. Why was he here? Hearing how he didn’t want to stay at the inn caused an expression of confusion. “[color=a464b0]Yes, tasks. Winter tasks. I still need to make sure my purchases are exactly,[/color]” She spoke out in remembering everything she needed to do for winter. She couldn’t be moping around and crying about things that she had no control over even if it was hard not to. “[color=a464b0]You can be excused,[/color]” A part of her didn’t want Mister Emberani seeing her like this. [hr] Feeling something bump into him caused the man to jump out of his skin and for a few split seconds… his mind was not processing anything. Anyone. Then everything started to register and he was surprised he ran into someone that wasn’t Octavia or Flynn. His hands went out to grab Elara, “[color=a93226]I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to —[/color]” Then he stopped himself from touching her and his hands retracted faster than lightning when he thought about it. His one hand wrapped around the necklace that he always wore. “[color=a93226]I’m sorry, Elara. I didn’t mean to run into you. Are you okay?[/color]” His voice was slightly panicked and skittish with energy. [i]Mr.Embarani[/i] [i]You can knit, can’t you?[/i] The man didn’t even know how to explain the emotions he was feeling in this situation. His head slowly nodded in confirmation, “[color=a93226]I do?[/color]” He spoke with uncertainty as she asked if he could knit. That was an odd question to ask someone that you ran into or who ran into you… he wasn’t sure at this point. [i][color=a93226]Yes… formal matters…[/color][/i] Sunni gave a light and warm smile, attempting to hide his thoughts and exhaustion, and he sighed, “[color=a93226]Yes, I know how to knit and I can go speak with the princess about it. If she needs those skills,[/color]” He was already here looking for Flynn, mainly, but he could stop by Octavia’s room as well. Flynn might be busy and not home. It would give him time to speak with Octavia, if his friend wasn’t home. The man wanted to say something else to the woman but he didn’t know if she was in a rush or not. She seemed to be. They collided with each other. His amber eyes were in thought while he stared at her, “[color=a93226]Elara,[/color]” He spoke softly and surely. “[color=a93226]Do you like rocks? You seem like a person who would like rocks… Well. Not like one. I don’t know if you like rocks. People don’t just have a look to them if they like rocks or not. If you don’t like rocks that is okay too. I really don’t even know why I am trying to talk to you about rocks. I’m sorry…,[/color]” Sunni was rambling and he didn’t know the train of thought he was trying to stick too. His one hand rubbed at the nape of his neck while the other hung onto that necklace round his neck. His cheeks have a little color on them. “[color=a93226]So… if you liked rocks. You wouldn’t think it’s weird if someone gave you a rock? Right? Since you would like it…[/color]” Sunni looked at her as he could hear his heart in his ears. [color=a93226]Shut the fuck up about rocks, Sunni… she doesn’t want to be bothered about by [i]your[/i] fascination with rocks.[/color] Then he thought about it, glancing at her beautiful blue eyes, “[color=a93226]If you don’t like rocks… please forget any of this happened or I said anything at all. Rocks really don’t matter to people and I know they can be seen as really stupid and simple. Please… I don’t know. I’m sorry for talking about rocks. I think they are pretty, like you. I don't mean that. You are prettier than rocks especially if you don't think rocks are pretty because if you think they are ugly and plain... then you wouldn't take that as a compliment. You would be the prettiest rock though. Like the moon,[/color]" The man couldn't stop talking. He was trying his best to stop talking. His mind was firing off, alarm bells were ringing, and for some reason, he couldn't zip his lips. "[color=a93226]The moon is a big rock, isn't it? I think it is. Why are you pretty like the moon? Well, your hair reminds me of its silver rays and you are very pale like it. Well, not too pale. Not pale like a dead person pale. If you were a dead person, you would be the prettiest dead person. I'm not attracted to dead people, Elara. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm not trying to compare you to dead people or rocks. What I am trying to say is that you are very beautiful and if I were to imagine what a moon goddess would look like, she would look like you. And I feel like this is the same anxiousness I would have if meeting a moon goddess because you make me nervous…[/color]” It came out of his mouth before he could think of it. “[color=a93226]Very nervous. Unlike rocks do.[/color]” He emphasized. His hand was tightening on that necklace as he was trying to not fiddle with his hands, shirt, hair, or anything else or show her that his hands were shaking from anxiety. [hr] [b]Interactions[/b] [@Qia] Elara [/color]