She knew who he was as soon as he showed himself, and what he said just affirmed it.
"What a round about way of introducing yourself...Summer King." She said unperturbed as she took her feet out of the water, and effortlessly stood up. Her hair fell over her shoulders as she gently bowed her head in a show of respect befitting a King. She smiled again to him without hesitation. She caught the lightness in his tone, and the smirk on his face. She wondered if the rumors of his foul moods could even be true. She tiptoed around one of the pools, with her arms outstretched for balance, keeping her distance.
"You may call me Janna if you wish." She said brightly. Janna was what her mother liked to call her, and what Cymbeline preferred out of her short list of nicknames. Cymba, CJ, and Celine just weren't her favorites, and giving out her true name was a no no.
She knew of the Summer King by rumors and reputation. She had even caught a glimpse of his face a few times during the Autumn festivals, and galas. But fear was a hard emotion for a Mazikeen fae to fully grasp, and Cymbeline was a eccentric one at that.
"Do you mind if I am here? I found this sanctuary sometime ago. It is my hideaway." She said lightheartedly. She came here practically everyday since she found the place fifty or so years ago, and it had become her secret refuge. If the summer king told her she was not to came, she most likely would find a way around that. He was not her King, but this place was apart of his kingdom, so his ruling still applied.
She glanced over at him for a short second, admiring his eyes. The honey color was lovely and reminded her of the amber necklace her mother always wore. He was beautiful, and his olive skin and black hair were a striking contrast to the colorless Cymbeline. She wondered what had brought him here, to this place. The peace meeting was tonight, and her King's hunt would soon be starting, so what was a kind doing wondering around.
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