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"A smarter boy isn't necessarily inferior," Ella mumbled, moving to curl up beside Marken, "I bet your grades more exemplary than anyone else. & do you know how long it's been since a man has been able to keep up with me in conversation? If you ask me, cleverness is more formidable than physical prowess. You know how to turn an opponent's strength against them."
Gently grasping one of Marken's hands, she gently ran her fingers over it & studied the lines on his fingers. He wasn't a soldier, but they were a little calloused, & also stronger than her own. It wasn't like Marken was unfit, or particularly weak. His strengths just so happened to not be physical.
"After all," Ella murmured, "These hands protected me just fine earlier. There is no one else that I want beside me in a fight but you..."
Relief flooded Ella as Marken began to urge her away from reliving her memories & insisted they should change the subject. She agreed with her fiance full-heartedly, turning to face him as she pulled her chemise back on correctly. Moving to the sofa, she didn't bother to redress, but wrapped the blanket around her shoulders & sat down on the side. She was trying to think of something to say, at least without needing more alcohol.
"Tell me about your childhood," Ella finally announced, curling her body up inside her blanket, "What were you like when you were little? Were you quiet, or a little brat?"
Ella felt her eyes water & her body tense as Marken came to her. He didn't offer her any sugary words or excuses, but he still told her that he thought she was strong, & he didn't look repulsed by her. It was more than Ella could have asked for.
"I wasn't strong at all, my love," Ella finally admitted, her voice cracking. She was starting to feel more dizzy from the alcohol diluting her blood, probably to dangerous levels, but the woman knew she couldn't leave him without an explanation.
"I was a terrified, pathetic girl," she mumbled, "& my step-sisters enjoyed setting me up to get in trouble... a lot. My teacher wasn't one for letting troublemakers get off easy."
Ava was silent during the ride to her mother's cabin, unsure of what to say to Andreios. Did she tell him about the worries that continued to plague her, or come up with something else to talk about? In the end, she didn't say anything to him, but once again pretended to be useless in dismounting her horse, just to have him hold onto her sides to help her down. Ava may be cooperating with him to keep him safe, but that didn't mean she was going to stop edging closer to Andreios.
"Thank you," Ava told her body guard with a gentle smile, "I don't know what I would do with out you, Ma-... Andreios. Please, come inside after the horses have been secured."
Ava gave Andreios a nod & a lingering squeeze of the hand before she went inside to meet her mother. It was quiet in the cabin as Ava searched for her mother, confused as to why she wasn't awake already & drinking her morning tea. Finally, Ava reached the bedroom, gently knocking on the door. There was no response, & fear trickled into Ava's mind before she swung open the door, seeing her mother laid in bed, pale & lifeless. Ava shrieked & ran to Ingrid's side, gently shaking her; she still had a pulse, but Ava could tell she was fading.
"Mama, please," she whined, gently trying to pat her cheek & wake her, "Mama, wake up. What happened to you??"
"Thank you," Ava told her body guard with a gentle smile, "I don't know what I would do with out you, Ma-... Andreios. Please, come inside after the horses have been secured."
Ava gave Andreios a nod & a lingering squeeze of the hand before she went inside to meet her mother. It was quiet in the cabin as Ava searched for her mother, confused as to why she wasn't awake already & drinking her morning tea. Finally, Ava reached the bedroom, gently knocking on the door. There was no response, & fear trickled into Ava's mind before she swung open the door, seeing her mother laid in bed, pale & lifeless. Ava shrieked & ran to Ingrid's side, gently shaking her; she still had a pulse, but Ava could tell she was fading.
"Mama, please," she whined, gently trying to pat her cheek & wake her, "Mama, wake up. What happened to you??"
Sylvia stayed completely still as Aranhil went about normally, covering a serious fight between them with calm words & a kiss on her forehead. She wanted to punch him in the face so badly now, but instead, she kept true to her goal & stayed completely complacent. As she was now apparently wasn't enough for Aranhil, so she would do as he wanted, & maybe he would start to see her... well, as a woman. She was desperate at this point, willing to push away her pride to lure in her husband's affections.
After Aranhil left the room, Sylvia went back to her food & quietly ate it, letting Hoppy back out of his cage. The little, furry creature rolled around on the floor & battled a piece of lettuce that Aranhil had left him, averting the dull, throbbing in Sylvia's chest while she ate. The elf quietly ate her food & brought the dishes outside before locking the bedroom door. She felt almost machine-like when she pulled on her nightclothes & climbed into bed, seeing that it was barely dark enough for night. As much as she wanted to stay up for a while longer, Sylvia curled up in the sheets while Hoppy climbed into the foot of it & struggled to sleep.
After Aranhil left the room, Sylvia went back to her food & quietly ate it, letting Hoppy back out of his cage. The little, furry creature rolled around on the floor & battled a piece of lettuce that Aranhil had left him, averting the dull, throbbing in Sylvia's chest while she ate. The elf quietly ate her food & brought the dishes outside before locking the bedroom door. She felt almost machine-like when she pulled on her nightclothes & climbed into bed, seeing that it was barely dark enough for night. As much as she wanted to stay up for a while longer, Sylvia curled up in the sheets while Hoppy climbed into the foot of it & struggled to sleep.
Sylvia was completely silent at Aranhil's words, watching him put away Hoppy into his cage before going back to lecturing her. His words cut deeply into her, making her feel more like a child than his wife. Was she really such an obstacle to him that he had to insist that their arguments were entirely his fault? What happened to that man that used to find amusement in their little spats & admit fault when he had it?
Slowly, the princess sat down before her food. Meat was the main focus of the meal again, of course;Sylvia could only imagine how much worse the other meal had been if Aranhil believed that she would be offended by it. Sylvia admitted to herself that she ate the dragons' food, followed their customs, & even bowed to Aranhil in things that she felt strongly against. How much harder could it possibly be to become exactly what Aranhil wanted?
"I will do as you want," Sylvia mumbled quietly as she began to eat her food, "I am sorry to have worried you, Husband. I've just been feeling more emotional than usual; it must be the pressure of planning the Autumn Festival with your mother & sister."
Sylvia made sure to keep her words mild, ladylike even, & kept her gaze away from his so her actual emotion wasn't betrayed in her facial exprssions. Her excuse was pathetic, but it seemed like one that a dainty, submissive princess would give to someone. All she had to do was do things like this to please Aranhil, right? Perhaps he could stomach her more if she just did as he commanded.
Slowly, the princess sat down before her food. Meat was the main focus of the meal again, of course;Sylvia could only imagine how much worse the other meal had been if Aranhil believed that she would be offended by it. Sylvia admitted to herself that she ate the dragons' food, followed their customs, & even bowed to Aranhil in things that she felt strongly against. How much harder could it possibly be to become exactly what Aranhil wanted?
"I will do as you want," Sylvia mumbled quietly as she began to eat her food, "I am sorry to have worried you, Husband. I've just been feeling more emotional than usual; it must be the pressure of planning the Autumn Festival with your mother & sister."
Sylvia made sure to keep her words mild, ladylike even, & kept her gaze away from his so her actual emotion wasn't betrayed in her facial exprssions. Her excuse was pathetic, but it seemed like one that a dainty, submissive princess would give to someone. All she had to do was do things like this to please Aranhil, right? Perhaps he could stomach her more if she just did as he commanded.
Much to Sylvia's dismay, Aranhil was being particularly bossy at the moment, even going as far as to threaten crushing in her bedroom door. As much as she wanted to challenge him in on it, she was already climbing out of bed when he told her that he had food for Hoppy as well. Sylvia quickly brought herself over to her boudoir & rubbed some powder onto her face to hide the redness left from her tears. Sylvia knew Aranhil despised seeing make-up on her, but she didn't want him to know she was still crying. The man sounded like their fight had taken place a whole week ago, & she refused to let him know that she was bothered.
After she finished hiding the redness of her face, Sylvia hoped the puffiness in her eyes wasn't too obvious & went to her door. She picked up Hoppy, gently cradling him in her arm as she opened her room quietly & pouted up at Aranhil. Just as she suspected, he looked just like he normally did, completely unphased by their earlier fight. Did he not take her words seriously?
"Must you bully me right now?" Sylvia sighed, "I'm really not in the mood for your impossible expectations." Although Sylvia clearly showed her displeasure to Aranhil, she did stand to the side for him & let him into her room. Even as angry as she was, she couldn't avoid him forever, nor did she want to.
After she finished hiding the redness of her face, Sylvia hoped the puffiness in her eyes wasn't too obvious & went to her door. She picked up Hoppy, gently cradling him in her arm as she opened her room quietly & pouted up at Aranhil. Just as she suspected, he looked just like he normally did, completely unphased by their earlier fight. Did he not take her words seriously?
"Must you bully me right now?" Sylvia sighed, "I'm really not in the mood for your impossible expectations." Although Sylvia clearly showed her displeasure to Aranhil, she did stand to the side for him & let him into her room. Even as angry as she was, she couldn't avoid him forever, nor did she want to.
"Go away!" Sylvia grumbled aloud from her bed stubbornly. Hoppy, who annoyingly had a strong liking for her husband, wiggled from her arms & bound over to her door, scratching on it in a pitiful attempt to get to Aranhil. Sylvia found it rather odd that her husband seemed to be perpetually threatening to eat the small creature, & still, the rabbit adored him & wanted his attention.
Sylvia rolled her eyes at the traitor & head her face under a pillow before groaning aloud. Even if she wasn't still angry, she probably looked terrible enough that you only heavy makeup would help her now. Why couldn't Aranhil just leave her alone & let her mope in peace?
Sylvia rolled her eyes at the traitor & head her face under a pillow before groaning aloud. Even if she wasn't still angry, she probably looked terrible enough that you only heavy makeup would help her now. Why couldn't Aranhil just leave her alone & let her mope in peace?
Sylvia stayed in the library for some time before she calmed enough to think straight. There was a dull ache in her chest as she dragged herself to her feet & righted her footing, the woman's body still swaying from exhaustion. Well, she couldn't stay in the library forever.
Quietly, the elf walked back to her bedroom, thankfully finding it empty, except for Hoppy. Sylvia climbed into her bed with her rabbit & rested her eyes, trying not to think of her fight with Aranhil. Just laying there helped a bit, & at supper, she told the maid that she felt too ill to go eat, knowing she'd have to face her husband if she went to the dinner table.
Hopefully, Aranhil would have enough sense to leave her alone for a while. Where did he get off thinking that she would be so obedient, anyway? The reason elves didn't go to war often was because they settled things peacefully, & respected one another as equals. If her husband thought that she was going to settle as being lesser than him, he had another thing coming.
Quietly, the elf walked back to her bedroom, thankfully finding it empty, except for Hoppy. Sylvia climbed into her bed with her rabbit & rested her eyes, trying not to think of her fight with Aranhil. Just laying there helped a bit, & at supper, she told the maid that she felt too ill to go eat, knowing she'd have to face her husband if she went to the dinner table.
Hopefully, Aranhil would have enough sense to leave her alone for a while. Where did he get off thinking that she would be so obedient, anyway? The reason elves didn't go to war often was because they settled things peacefully, & respected one another as equals. If her husband thought that she was going to settle as being lesser than him, he had another thing coming.
Quietly, Ella squirmed in Marken's lap, unsure of how to respond to his curiousity. He wasn't badgering her for information, but she did think he had a right to know about her scars, and how she got them. Slowly, Ella peeled herself off of Marken and went back to the liquor cabinet for some more liquid courage.
The already tipsy woman took a heady, deep swallow of the burning liquid before putting it down on the coffee table and reaching up behind herself. She didn't warn Marken before unfastening her dress and pulling it down to her waist, letting it pool to her feet. Her corset quickly followed after, leaving her in just a chemise hat barely left any park of her body to the imagination. Now it was time for the hard part.
Slowly, Ella turned her back to Marken and began to pull her chemise open from the front. let the back fall to her elbows, and displayed her marked back. The healed gashes almost looked like wings now, but it was obvious that at one point, they must have looked horrendous.
"H-here they are," Ella mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry if you find them unsightly..."
The already tipsy woman took a heady, deep swallow of the burning liquid before putting it down on the coffee table and reaching up behind herself. She didn't warn Marken before unfastening her dress and pulling it down to her waist, letting it pool to her feet. Her corset quickly followed after, leaving her in just a chemise hat barely left any park of her body to the imagination. Now it was time for the hard part.
Slowly, Ella turned her back to Marken and began to pull her chemise open from the front. let the back fall to her elbows, and displayed her marked back. The healed gashes almost looked like wings now, but it was obvious that at one point, they must have looked horrendous.
"H-here they are," Ella mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry if you find them unsightly..."
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