Frowning at her husband's stubborn attitude, Sylvia began to pout a little & crossed her arms, looking down at the ground. Did all Dragon men really feel like women had to follow their every word? & just when she thought there was nothing they could agree on. & really, it made her a little insecure that Aranhil seemed fine with his parents pairing him up with anyone at all. Didn't that mean that he probably didn't really love her as much as he thought?
"Aranhil, you can't tell me that you're not even the least bit resentful that you had no say in who you married," Sylvia huffed, trying too keep herself from becoming too bitter. It was hard though; she hadn't realized just how much Aranhil's decisions had been affected before. She'd like to hope that he trusted his parents that much, but considering how much him & his mother bickered over her making choices for him, he probably didn't want to marry her in the first place. She could only imagine how much he must have found her unattractive.
"If you had a choice, you'd probably have picked Cecilia, or Arabella," she mumbled, burying her face into her dress a little, "It's no secret that my elder sisters are much more beautiful & worldy than I am; you don't feel like you missed out? Or that one of them would have been more compatible with you?"
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Greatly relieved that Marken had finally arrived, Ella climbed from her cot, tossed her book aside, & quickly padded over to the doors of her cell. She was more or less holding her nervousness in as her hands slid over his through the bars.
However, on the inside, Ella was already losing her mind. Every spy was informed of dungeons; nothing short of a miracle would save her now, she was certain of it.
"When will I be interrogated?" Ella asked in a low voice, "How much torture is permitted in this kingdom's dungeons?"
However, on the inside, Ella was already losing her mind. Every spy was informed of dungeons; nothing short of a miracle would save her now, she was certain of it.
"When will I be interrogated?" Ella asked in a low voice, "How much torture is permitted in this kingdom's dungeons?"
well, i can't say i completely blame him.
Dragons aren't anywhere as androgynous as Elves, so they probably have a stronger gender heiarchy.
things like men being warriors, & women being child-bearers.
he's not going to change that belief over night, but i think Sylvia can get to him.
especially if she can prove to him that giving his sister a bit of leeway will make her calm down.
:)
Dragons aren't anywhere as androgynous as Elves, so they probably have a stronger gender heiarchy.
things like men being warriors, & women being child-bearers.
he's not going to change that belief over night, but i think Sylvia can get to him.
especially if she can prove to him that giving his sister a bit of leeway will make her calm down.
:)
oh lawd, dragons are so male supremacist!
Sylvia is definitely going to have to work on that.
xD
Sylvia is definitely going to have to work on that.
xD
Ella felt herself grow cold and numb as Glenn announced that Ella would be going to the dungeons. Damn it, she just knew that he was going to do something like this. People didn't return from dungeons, she knew that for certain. The best part was that in the dungeons, she had no rights, and wouldn't hear anything about the case against her. The courts could say whatever they wanted about her, and she wouldn't be able to defend herself.
Helplessly, she allowed the guards to lead her away as Marken asked his father to reconsider his decision, but to no avail. Glenn's mind was made up, and Ella was certain that her fate was sealed now. All she could do was keep her head held high & her gaze as icy as she could possibly make it; no one could know how much she was panicking, even though she was sure that Marken already knew how much she wanted to cry & fall apart.
With what looked like a gaze of pity, the guards led her down to the dungeons, putting her in a cell that actually wasn't quite so terrible. One of the men handed her a more simple dress once she was inside, another asking her if she wanted a book to read. As he left to fetch her the desired reading material, Ella realized that maybe this whole situation wouldn't be completely terrible. If anything, she was being grounded for a few days, while people so happened to be deciding if she should live or die.
Damn, the royals had it so easy; thankfully, she was one of them now.
Helplessly, she allowed the guards to lead her away as Marken asked his father to reconsider his decision, but to no avail. Glenn's mind was made up, and Ella was certain that her fate was sealed now. All she could do was keep her head held high & her gaze as icy as she could possibly make it; no one could know how much she was panicking, even though she was sure that Marken already knew how much she wanted to cry & fall apart.
With what looked like a gaze of pity, the guards led her down to the dungeons, putting her in a cell that actually wasn't quite so terrible. One of the men handed her a more simple dress once she was inside, another asking her if she wanted a book to read. As he left to fetch her the desired reading material, Ella realized that maybe this whole situation wouldn't be completely terrible. If anything, she was being grounded for a few days, while people so happened to be deciding if she should live or die.
Damn, the royals had it so easy; thankfully, she was one of them now.
Greatly relieved that Andreios enjoyed the tea she brought to him, Ava happily climbed onto her horse & followed him back to her father's home. She was a little sad to leave her mother alone in her cottage, but there was no helping it. She just wished that Ingrid didn't look so helpless & forlorn every time she stepped out. & her father didn't even come visit this time.
"Mister Andreios, do you think that all couples fall out of love?" Ava asked softly as the two neared her father's estate, "Mama & Papa pretend nothing is wrong, but I can tell they don't love each other anymore. If they couldn't keep their love alive, what hope do I have?"
Sighing lightly, Ava tried to visualize what her future husband would be like. If her father got his way, the man he chose wouldn't love her at all, & her only value would be to have children for him. She just couldn't see herself doing that.
"My governess, Lady Victoria, used to tell me that a lady can only do as well as her parents do," Ava grumbled, "I don't want a loveless marriage, even if my husband is rich."
Suddenly realizing that she was saying entirely too much, Ava felt her face warm up & turn red, her gaze dropping to her horse's mane. What was she doing, asking almost a complete stranger for relationship advice?
"I-i'm sorry," Ava mumbled a bit more quietly, "I know this sounds silly, but you make me feel at ease. The way you speak & act- even your attitude towards me feels so... familiar. I feel like I can tell you things & you won't go tattle on me to Papa."
"Mister Andreios, do you think that all couples fall out of love?" Ava asked softly as the two neared her father's estate, "Mama & Papa pretend nothing is wrong, but I can tell they don't love each other anymore. If they couldn't keep their love alive, what hope do I have?"
Sighing lightly, Ava tried to visualize what her future husband would be like. If her father got his way, the man he chose wouldn't love her at all, & her only value would be to have children for him. She just couldn't see herself doing that.
"My governess, Lady Victoria, used to tell me that a lady can only do as well as her parents do," Ava grumbled, "I don't want a loveless marriage, even if my husband is rich."
Suddenly realizing that she was saying entirely too much, Ava felt her face warm up & turn red, her gaze dropping to her horse's mane. What was she doing, asking almost a complete stranger for relationship advice?
"I-i'm sorry," Ava mumbled a bit more quietly, "I know this sounds silly, but you make me feel at ease. The way you speak & act- even your attitude towards me feels so... familiar. I feel like I can tell you things & you won't go tattle on me to Papa."
Ingrid frowned & stared after Andreios as he left, feeling guilty that she'd just put so much on his shoulders. She didn't fully understand his situation, but she could tell her cared a great deal for Ava. It looked like he was almost in pain to see her daughter act so nonchalantly around him, like he was in love. & perhaps he was. With a small smile, Ingrid watched Ava brew the tea before them & tried to think of a way to help Andreios out a little; Ava didn't remember him, but Ingrid knew when her daughter had a crush.
"Ava," Ingrid said softly, "That young man who was just in here... was he your boyfriend?"
Just as Ingrid expected, her daughter, flinched, almost spilling their steeping tea all over the carpet. Her mother's smile widened a little & she sat up in her chair. Ava was all too transparent, even two years later.
..._..._...
Walking out of her mother's cabin about half an hour later, Ava went to Andreios with a thermos of warm tea & her cheeks red & warm. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that she would like this particular brew, & her meddlesome mother encouraged her to give him the present. But Ava was actually a bit happy that her mother was so amused; usually, the woman was so absent, like her mind wasn't all there. But today, her teasing & encouragement for Ava to flirt with the man was just the thing she needed to be reassured that she was going to be okay, even if she was alone in her cabin all the time.
"Mister Andreios, I brought you some tea," Ava said, thrusting the thermos to him almost violently, "I'm sorry made you wait for me so long. But I'm ready to head home now."
"Ava," Ingrid said softly, "That young man who was just in here... was he your boyfriend?"
Just as Ingrid expected, her daughter, flinched, almost spilling their steeping tea all over the carpet. Her mother's smile widened a little & she sat up in her chair. Ava was all too transparent, even two years later.
..._..._...
Walking out of her mother's cabin about half an hour later, Ava went to Andreios with a thermos of warm tea & her cheeks red & warm. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that she would like this particular brew, & her meddlesome mother encouraged her to give him the present. But Ava was actually a bit happy that her mother was so amused; usually, the woman was so absent, like her mind wasn't all there. But today, her teasing & encouragement for Ava to flirt with the man was just the thing she needed to be reassured that she was going to be okay, even if she was alone in her cabin all the time.
"Mister Andreios, I brought you some tea," Ava said, thrusting the thermos to him almost violently, "I'm sorry made you wait for me so long. But I'm ready to head home now."
Frowning a little, Sylvia felt a small twinge as Aranhil announced that he would be deciding who his sister married. While she knew Aranhil meant no harm to Cendres, he would probably do exactly that if he controlled such an important part of her life. Who knew, maybe that was why she acted to impulsively.
"Aranhil, is it imperative that you pick out your sister's spouse?" Sylvia asked carefully as she rested her cheek on his shoulder & relaxed, "Maybe she plays around so much because she doesn't feel like she has any control over her whole life. I know I felt like rebelling a little when my papa told me that I had no say-so in my marriage. I thought that maybe if I was insolent enough, you'd lose interest in me & call off the betrothal."
Laughing a little, Sylvia remembered the nights she & Emera had planned ways to embarrass Aranhil. & then there was the small phase she went through, where she played small pranks on people in the castle. Nothing harmful, but things like overflowing a bathtub & locking the room, & other things that would probably reach Aranhil's ears & make him think twice about marrying a juvenile girl.
"My papa was very smart, in the end," Sylvia mumbled, "All the times that he told you that I was ill or not available for a visit, he was keeping me from carrying out my plans to make you annoyed & leave. I didn't really understand that our betrothal was so important to our countries back them, & as it would have it, you slowly stopped coming to call on me. I'm sorry if you felt I hated you... I was just being selfish & hoping that no one would force me to marry a man I knew nothing about."
Finally realizing that she was rambling & admiring an embarrassing episode in her life, Sylvia straightened herself, trying to tame the fierce blush on her streaks. Why did she have to talk so much around her husband? It was so impulsive & ladylike.
"A-anyway, you understand what I'm saying," Sylvia mumbled softly, "Maybe you could find possible suitors instead... & let her choose from those men?"
"Aranhil, is it imperative that you pick out your sister's spouse?" Sylvia asked carefully as she rested her cheek on his shoulder & relaxed, "Maybe she plays around so much because she doesn't feel like she has any control over her whole life. I know I felt like rebelling a little when my papa told me that I had no say-so in my marriage. I thought that maybe if I was insolent enough, you'd lose interest in me & call off the betrothal."
Laughing a little, Sylvia remembered the nights she & Emera had planned ways to embarrass Aranhil. & then there was the small phase she went through, where she played small pranks on people in the castle. Nothing harmful, but things like overflowing a bathtub & locking the room, & other things that would probably reach Aranhil's ears & make him think twice about marrying a juvenile girl.
"My papa was very smart, in the end," Sylvia mumbled, "All the times that he told you that I was ill or not available for a visit, he was keeping me from carrying out my plans to make you annoyed & leave. I didn't really understand that our betrothal was so important to our countries back them, & as it would have it, you slowly stopped coming to call on me. I'm sorry if you felt I hated you... I was just being selfish & hoping that no one would force me to marry a man I knew nothing about."
Finally realizing that she was rambling & admiring an embarrassing episode in her life, Sylvia straightened herself, trying to tame the fierce blush on her streaks. Why did she have to talk so much around her husband? It was so impulsive & ladylike.
"A-anyway, you understand what I'm saying," Sylvia mumbled softly, "Maybe you could find possible suitors instead... & let her choose from those men?"
Following Marken and his father to a more secure and quiet room, Ella tried to contain her rising fear, and calm her rapidly pounding heart. She just had a sinking feeling that this wasn't going to go over very well. The king had lost his cheery disposition now, and instead, a lingering coldness settled in the pit of her stomach every time he looked at her. Did he suspect her as a spy now?
The sitting room in Marken's apartments felt smaller than usual, the furniture close enough to promote quieter and more secretive conversation. Ella wasn't sure that she wanted to be close to the king when he received the news of the maid and her possible betrayal, but she wasn't in any position to be requesting a change in scenery at the moment. All she could do was put her faith in Marken, and hope that he kept her out of trouble.
When he finally announced everything to the king, Ella was sitting close to his side and clinging to his arm, her gaze averted to the ground. Even if she hadn't actually done anything wrong in this situation, her previous "employment" made her almost as guilty as the maid, and she felt it.
The sitting room in Marken's apartments felt smaller than usual, the furniture close enough to promote quieter and more secretive conversation. Ella wasn't sure that she wanted to be close to the king when he received the news of the maid and her possible betrayal, but she wasn't in any position to be requesting a change in scenery at the moment. All she could do was put her faith in Marken, and hope that he kept her out of trouble.
When he finally announced everything to the king, Ella was sitting close to his side and clinging to his arm, her gaze averted to the ground. Even if she hadn't actually done anything wrong in this situation, her previous "employment" made her almost as guilty as the maid, and she felt it.
Ella felt her stomach do several flips as Marken uttered the words "attempted killer," wondering if he was really as dry and straight-forward as he made her believe. She still couldn't believe that he didn't hate her, so her mind was picking everything apart, waiting for his rebuttal, for cruel words. She felt like she was always waiting for him to turn on her. No one had ever given her their loyalty before.
"If it makes you feel any better, I barely even attempted anything," Ella grumbled lightly, "I didn't have the stomach to stand over you for more than a few seconds, even when I knew what was on the line."
Being silent again, Ella cut into her omelet, taking slow bites as she tried not to think of the future conversation she and Marken would have to have with his father. She just had a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that things wouldn't go very well.
"If it makes you feel any better, I barely even attempted anything," Ella grumbled lightly, "I didn't have the stomach to stand over you for more than a few seconds, even when I knew what was on the line."
Being silent again, Ella cut into her omelet, taking slow bites as she tried not to think of the future conversation she and Marken would have to have with his father. She just had a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that things wouldn't go very well.
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