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"You aren't a very bright man, are you?" Ellanor asked Marken, not missing a beat. She cared not for the livid feel of his gaze in response to her words and put down her tea cup before staring him in the eyes. He said he was getting revenge on her, but she could swear at this point that he hadn't thought much further than quickly fixing a problem he had, and getting his petty revenge for her insults to his pride.

"As a man, you must realize by now that you are required to sire children," Ellanor sighed, rather motherly snatching his cup and pouring more tea into it before it was returned, "That means that you will be sharing a bed with me to produce children. From what I gather, royals tend to have a rather distasteful habit of having completely different bedrooms and dull sex lives."

Ellanor took her seat again, unhurriedly pouring her own tea and putting in sugar. As if in a complete contrast to the prince, she preferred her tea to taste very sweet. Leaning back in her seat, Ellanor took a sip of her tea, still keeping up with Marken's intense gaze, wondering if he could really handle a woman like her that spoke her mind.

"You may think me frivolous for this, but I intend to marry for love," Ellanor announced with a softer voice, "And as Socrates preached, one should always be prepared to die for their principals. So you may do as you wish, Prince Marken. But I will not be bending to your will; not today."
"Well, I wouldn't suggest starting," Rose mumbled to the young man beside her. she finished cutting up the apple & gave him more pieces, relieved when he sluggishly ate some. He really couldn't handle his alcohol, could he?

With a frown, she began to drink her cider, wondering what could drive him to drink- & so much. Oh well, it wasn't really any of her business, no matter how curious she was about it.

"Do you need me to take you back to your room?" Rose asked after a bit, taking another drink of her cider, "You don't look too fresh right now...."
yeah.
i know how that is.

i just wait till i'm ready usually.
if i force it, i create the worst replies imaginable.

x.x
Seravee said
I love dresses. I wouldn't wear something black in a wedding though. I see myself getting married in something more Grace Kelly inspired.


that dress is perf.

;w;
Ava was a bit shocked when her new bodyguard continued with his attitude, even when they went to the barn & climbed onto their horses. Andreios didn't seem to be interested in socializing with her at all, even when she asked him where he was from. Pouting a little, Ava paid more attention to their trek, feeling at ease on top of her horse now. It was so calm & quite outside, & the snow covering the ground made her feel like she was being swallowed by the color white.

For the most part, the pair stayed on the main trail, Ava becoming more adventurous when she realized her bodyguard didn't know the trail to her mother himself. With a bit of a smile, she stopped her horse when they passed a less-traveled trail, one that was shorter, but not as well groomed as the usual path.

"Let's go this way, Mister," Ava told Andreios with mischief in her eyes, "Papa always makes me go the safe way." Before Andreios could stop her, Ava was on the shortcut trail, entranced by how much more plant-life there was. For the most part, she dodged the low-hanging branches fairly well, tiny twigs sticking into her hair as she ducked down.

However, the young woman's luck ran out when she reached a branch with sturdier pieces than she anticipated. Her hair caught on the wooden vice & refused to let up when she tugged. With a squeak, Ava tried to pull her horse to a stop & he began to get a little nervous, still walking forward slowly.

"M-mister!" Ava called out, still trying to tug her hair free as she hooked her ankles into her horse's sides, "Mister, I'm s-stuck!"
aww, he doesn't mean too.
he's just really protective & careful right now, because he's pretty certain Sylvia is made of porcelain.
there's no doubt he'll let up when she starts becoming stronger.
i intend to have her start training to fight while he works during the day.

& yeah, i know what you mean.
it's why i hit the down arrow key instead of clicking stuff now.

xD
Sylvia happily accepted her husband's arm & followed him outside, a little amused at his attempts to be chivalrous. For some reason, Aranhil had assumed that his wife couldn't protect herself from a stray cat, but enjoying the attention as she was, Sylvia allowed him to assure her ever chance he got, always feeling that little flutter in her stomach when he promised to keep her safe. After all, as a Dragon, having something to protect was important.

"Anywhere that we can enjoy eachother's company will do," Sylvia assured Aranhil, her hand gently resting on his arm as they set off. She felt much better once they were out in the sun, enjoying her time with Aranhil & feeling herself loosen up. Being in those dark rooms all day was what was expected of a "proper lady," but in all honesty, she much preferred the openness & adventure of just stepping foot outside.
haha,
it's okay, i understand.~
idlehands said
You sick son of a bitch.


Slingshot said
You are clearly Satan.


i am in full agreement with these gentleman.
8/10.

very beautiful quote.~
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