Emera felt her cheeks take on a very pink color. "Th-thank you, River." She knew he was trying to help her by buying the child's silence. Sometimes, the stoic prince would do something that was quite surprisingly touching. It always shocked her to see that something so tender hid under all the armor. She supposed, though, that it made sense. All across her world, this was true. Castles guarded princesses, who hid away inside. Animals guarded their stomachs, the softest part of their bodies. Armor guarded River, along with his foul disposition and scowl. But it turned out, those defenses just sheltered a tender heart.
With him seated upright, now, Emera took her turn to lean against him. She melted against his side with her head gently on his shoulder. "You are good to me, River. I appreciate it." She, teasingly, had left a kerchief on his pillow ever afternoon for him to find when he went to bed. She thought the tradition was foolish, silly, and completely and utterly romantic. It seemed almost too sweet to be a dragon's tradition. The one for tonight was safely hidden inside her skirt. She'd made a delicate border of thorns, with his initials in the corner, two swords crossed behind the letter. She thought he would enjoy it. She'd been trying to make as many masculine designs as she could.
"I wonder why your brother wrote you, River." she said softly. "It seems odd that he might send a letter at the same time as Sylvia. Do you think that they are alright?" She inquired curiously. She broke the seal to her letter gently, and carefully unfolded her paper. Bowing her head, she turned her eyes to the words. If it was something that River should not read, she was sure Sylvia would have written in elven, and she would know to turn away.
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Emera blushed gently. "No, River." She answered quietly. She rarely called him by anything but his name. Though she had consented to let him woo her, she still was a little embarrassed by it. However, being home in dangerous territory, she felt safest with him by her side. "It's for Sylvia's eldest sister. She got engaged while we were away, and I wished to make her something." She explained softly. She gave River a little smile. "I will make you something after, however, if you desire."
She reached down to touch his cheek gently. It was only in their rooms that she let him rest on her in this way. If she had dared to let others see, she knew she would hear no end of it. They already suspected her because of her mother. "What would you like?" She asked, her voice gentle as always. Lately, she had not liked the way the girls had been looking at him. Word had gotten around quickly that he was a prince. Any woman would be honored to be his wife. "You know, dear heart, you've been very well behaved since we left. Should I worry as to why this is so?"
She reached down to touch his cheek gently. It was only in their rooms that she let him rest on her in this way. If she had dared to let others see, she knew she would hear no end of it. They already suspected her because of her mother. "What would you like?" She asked, her voice gentle as always. Lately, she had not liked the way the girls had been looking at him. Word had gotten around quickly that he was a prince. Any woman would be honored to be his wife. "You know, dear heart, you've been very well behaved since we left. Should I worry as to why this is so?"
(I PROMISE to stop being so slow now)
Aranhil, meanwhile, sat down at his desk. He let out a soft sigh. "If only there were some way to please her." He muttered to himself. He shook his head, thinking back over the course of the day. What had he done wrong? What had made her mad?" He let another sigh escape him. Picking up his pen, he placed it to paper, and began to write. Many long minutes passed before he paused. He thought a moment, then went on.
It was a while before he was satisfied. Grasping the paper by the corner, he waved it to and from to help dry the ink. Then he rolled it up, and lit a candle. When there was wax rolling down the side, he dripped some on the edge, and pressed it with his own personal seal. His brother would know it was from him. He knew, though, that people sometimes sent letters with his seal in his name. To show his brother it truly was him, he gently scratched an X across the top of the wax. It was a code they had formed when they were young. Letters without the Xed seal were not from one another.
He found a young courier soon. "You there, boy, your attention." He supposed 'boy' was not a correct term. More of a young man. He shrugged it off. "Take this letter to my brother, Prince River. He resides with the Elves for now. You will remain by his side until he sends you with a reply. If he has no reply for me, remain with him, and help to attend to him." He grinned, "And see if you can't find yourself a way to get those elven ladies to be a bit less prudish." He shrugged. "They are a bad example on my wife."
Aranhil, meanwhile, sat down at his desk. He let out a soft sigh. "If only there were some way to please her." He muttered to himself. He shook his head, thinking back over the course of the day. What had he done wrong? What had made her mad?" He let another sigh escape him. Picking up his pen, he placed it to paper, and began to write. Many long minutes passed before he paused. He thought a moment, then went on.
It was a while before he was satisfied. Grasping the paper by the corner, he waved it to and from to help dry the ink. Then he rolled it up, and lit a candle. When there was wax rolling down the side, he dripped some on the edge, and pressed it with his own personal seal. His brother would know it was from him. He knew, though, that people sometimes sent letters with his seal in his name. To show his brother it truly was him, he gently scratched an X across the top of the wax. It was a code they had formed when they were young. Letters without the Xed seal were not from one another.
He found a young courier soon. "You there, boy, your attention." He supposed 'boy' was not a correct term. More of a young man. He shrugged it off. "Take this letter to my brother, Prince River. He resides with the Elves for now. You will remain by his side until he sends you with a reply. If he has no reply for me, remain with him, and help to attend to him." He grinned, "And see if you can't find yourself a way to get those elven ladies to be a bit less prudish." He shrugged. "They are a bad example on my wife."
Cendres started to laugh. "Love? Sylvia, you're too much!" she cried, her mirth bubbling over and escaping in a cascade of bubbly giggles. "Of course I don't love anyone, silly goose. You elves are so sweet and funny. You know, I heard your maid say that except in cases like yours, no one gets married without being in love first. Isn't that just outrageous? Of course I don't love anyone. When my brother tells me it is time for me to get wed, I will love my husband. Until then," The young dragon shrugged her shoulders, not seeming particularly concerned.
"You see, Sylvia, if I am unattached, I am free to do what I please with who I please. I'm still young, and unmarried. Now is my time to have fun without worrying about attachments or silly things like jealousy and affection." She tried to shake her hands free, momentarily wondering how it was that Sylvia could have such a strong grip on her fingers. "Really, Sylvia, it's not like it's a big deal or anything. It's just marriage."
Beaming to herself, the younger girl finally broke out of the elf's hold. "Seriously, I'll probably get married to someone that Aranhil needs an alliance with. Won't that be exciting? I'll get to move somewhere new, learn all sorts of things, and run his house hold. He'll likely dye in battle, too, leaving me tragically widowed with a few wonderful kids and a bunch of hot servants to take care of me. I mean, it's not like it's a bad life. All I gotta do is squirt out a few little babies, and bam! He's happy with me."
"You see, Sylvia, if I am unattached, I am free to do what I please with who I please. I'm still young, and unmarried. Now is my time to have fun without worrying about attachments or silly things like jealousy and affection." She tried to shake her hands free, momentarily wondering how it was that Sylvia could have such a strong grip on her fingers. "Really, Sylvia, it's not like it's a big deal or anything. It's just marriage."
Beaming to herself, the younger girl finally broke out of the elf's hold. "Seriously, I'll probably get married to someone that Aranhil needs an alliance with. Won't that be exciting? I'll get to move somewhere new, learn all sorts of things, and run his house hold. He'll likely dye in battle, too, leaving me tragically widowed with a few wonderful kids and a bunch of hot servants to take care of me. I mean, it's not like it's a bad life. All I gotta do is squirt out a few little babies, and bam! He's happy with me."
Cendres giggled. She was seated on her bed, a young suitor at her neck. He'd already left a bit of a bruise on her flesh, and had seemed intent upon expanding it before they were interrupted. "Sylvia, didn't anyone tell you to knock?" She asked with a laugh. She brushed aside her current companion, settling his aggravation with a kiss. "Later. Meet me in the gardens tonight?" She asked with a smile. "Shoo, now, or my sister in law might tell on us." The young dragon left with several mumbled complaints.
Cendres gestured to the spot that her young male had previously occupied. "Have a seat, Sylvia, and tell me what's wrong? Why do you want men to do what you want?" She asked curiously. "I mean, I can understand wanting Aranhil to do something, but really, all the rest of the men too?" She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. As she continued to speak, she took a seat at her vanity. Some special foundation was already sitting out, clearly having been set there in anticipation of needing to cover certain spots. This was spread across her neck as she spoke.
"Apparently, my brother is more dense than I thought. So you'll have to be a bit more direct. Let him catch you changing. It's subtle, he won't expect you to have set anything up. Just offer for him to come in, enjoy the show, chat a little. Maybe if you're already undressed, he'll just do the rest?" She offered curiously.
Shrugging her slender shoulders, Cendres tipped her head a bit, watching herself in the mirror. She applied just a bit more of the makeup, then stood and turned to her sister in law. "Who cares about that right now? I'm hungry! Let's go eat." She suggested brightly.
Cendres gestured to the spot that her young male had previously occupied. "Have a seat, Sylvia, and tell me what's wrong? Why do you want men to do what you want?" She asked curiously. "I mean, I can understand wanting Aranhil to do something, but really, all the rest of the men too?" She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. As she continued to speak, she took a seat at her vanity. Some special foundation was already sitting out, clearly having been set there in anticipation of needing to cover certain spots. This was spread across her neck as she spoke.
"Apparently, my brother is more dense than I thought. So you'll have to be a bit more direct. Let him catch you changing. It's subtle, he won't expect you to have set anything up. Just offer for him to come in, enjoy the show, chat a little. Maybe if you're already undressed, he'll just do the rest?" She offered curiously.
Shrugging her slender shoulders, Cendres tipped her head a bit, watching herself in the mirror. She applied just a bit more of the makeup, then stood and turned to her sister in law. "Who cares about that right now? I'm hungry! Let's go eat." She suggested brightly.
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"You're right." Aranhil murmured, a thoughtful look passing across his face. "You really are no match for any of the dragons. Everyone here has learned to fight almost as soon as they learned to walk. You'd be squashed flat in a second." He studied her for a bit, assessing her advantages. Not very many. "I suppose your fighting style would be similar to Cendres', but that only works against a small number of enemies."
Leaning in, the young king-to-be kissed his wife. "I have decided," He informed her with a bright smile. "I shall assign you two personal guards to keep you safe at all times. in fact, I shall even write to River." He added brightly, "You see, River is a much better fighter than I, he will know better who shall best be able to protect you." He explained. He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "You are tender, my sweet. I don't want you to be hurt. Fighting would only damage you. I would rather keep you as you are."
Reluctantly, he started to stand up. "I should return home and write to him now." He decided. "I would prefer the letter reach him quickly, so that I might be able to protect you sooner yet. Come along, my love, let's go home." He took her hand, helping her to stand up. "I, um..." A red blush slid across his cheeks. "I should probably go find your shoe first."
Leaning in, the young king-to-be kissed his wife. "I have decided," He informed her with a bright smile. "I shall assign you two personal guards to keep you safe at all times. in fact, I shall even write to River." He added brightly, "You see, River is a much better fighter than I, he will know better who shall best be able to protect you." He explained. He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "You are tender, my sweet. I don't want you to be hurt. Fighting would only damage you. I would rather keep you as you are."
Reluctantly, he started to stand up. "I should return home and write to him now." He decided. "I would prefer the letter reach him quickly, so that I might be able to protect you sooner yet. Come along, my love, let's go home." He took her hand, helping her to stand up. "I, um..." A red blush slid across his cheeks. "I should probably go find your shoe first."
Emera isn't evil. She's too naive to be evil. lol
Oh that she is. Especially with Cendres or Emera by her side.
Yeah, she's not good at hiding her emotions. However, River is much more experienced with women. While Arahnil might not be rash, at least for the most part, he doesn't really understand women very well. They confuse him. He shall just have to do his best to try and figure out his wife. Before she manages to trick him.
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