Even the darkest of the roses has thorns
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Posted 2023-11-29 14:11:18 (edited)
Aeliya made a show by looking around, visibly searching for a guard. She spotted one way off in the distance, which was lucky for her, as now she could keep going. "Oh look. I found one." She hoped Uldreyin would follow her gaze just to see how far away they were. When the king of Danait stated she had an interesting way of speaking to him, and that she wasn't forced to accept the marriage a spark of hope shot through her followed by a ping of guilt. Guilt. Truth be told, in the first few seconds of meeting the king of Danait, she obviously found out that he spoke back. Aeliya liked that. She liked arguing with someone who could fight back. Her mother always told her, normally after she had scared her potential fiancΓ© away for the day, that she had a silver tongue and a cunning mind, fit for a queen. "For your information, I don't have a guard. Or a maid. This is my butler." For good measure, Aeliya pointed right at Jeremy. She hoped it would annoy Uldreyin just a bit more, as if she expected him to not know that the man standing with her bags right next to her was really her butler. It seemed in Danait princesses or royalty might have maids, not butlers. Honestly, Jeremy was a good fit for being a maid, being so... small, in front of people of higher power. |
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Posted 2023-11-29 15:02:26
"It is starting to become very clear to me that your parents have lacked in teaching you manners," the elven king said his black eyes cold and glare harsh. He thought about the room he had been so carefully preparing for her and almost growled. She was so insolent... Deciding that maybe it was better to leave the lady in peace since she obviously wanted nothing more than to argue with him, Uldreyin turned around and leaning heavily on his cane limped back to the castle. "Sire! I found them, they said..." Camus was silenced by Uldreyin lifting his hand up and shaking his head. It was almost like his manservant could understand his master perfectly. "Take her to her room... in downstairs..." Uldreyin said quietly, he hadn't mentioned anything about the royal wing and for a reason. There was no chance he would let that female to even share the wing where he resided in. The room she would be getting was located in the lower parts of the castle, just above the servants' quarters. He honestly was curious would her oh so beloved butler even dress her? That was strictly maids job and should she become his wife, he most certainly wouldn't allow a male, other than husband or doctor, in a room where a lady was under dressed. After he had given his instructions to Camus, he headed towards his private library. His leg was hurting a lot and the first encounter with his bride had been absolutely horrible. She was just like the high and mighty elves he had met on the battlefield. Always thinking they were above others and better than others. As he walked, he stumbled on a staircase hissing in pain when his leg threatened to fail him. Gripping the railing tightly, Uldreyin somehow managed to drag himself into his private library where he laid down on the couch to rest for a while. Meanwhile Camus had walked to the pair. "Miss, I will take you to your room," he said shortly with a bow. Camus led them into the castle where he descended a spiral staircase to get into the lower parts of the castle. He then led the princess to a room that was only slightly better than what the servants would get. It wasn't the room that had been originally prepared for her, but that was Uldreyin's punishment for her. "This will be your room," Camus said opening the door to let the woman and her butler to enter. "I'm afraid His Majesty doesn't allow males and females to share rooms unless married, so your butler must reside with the other servants," he said turning to leave. However, before he did so, Camus stopped glancing at her. "Miss, I would advise you that you are walking on very thin ice. His Majesty has not earned his reputation for nothing," Camus stated his voice several octaves colder and all polite tones dropped. With those words he left the room leaving the butler and the princess alone. |
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Posted 2023-12-11 14:06:51
That last thing Camus said sounded very foreboding, and she wouldn't tell anyone but she had withheld a shiver when he spoke it. Everyone knew Uldreyin's reputation. A fierce leader that lived in a secure, no-nonsense kingdom. He isolated himself from most people, and when he had royal meetups with other kings and queens he went for what he wanted. He was no-nonsense (She guessed she was nonsense in his eyes), isolated himself from people (Which must include her) and he went for what he wanted (Which is me behaving. Or just not being here). Finally she turned and stepped into her room. It was big, yes, and a tiny bit pretty as well, but she still missed her own room. One of her early childhood memories, when she'd slept in her own room by herself for the first time ever, the next night she had ordered Jeremy to 'get her some ice-cream this instant'. Her mother or father never knew that some ice-cream had ended up a midnight -- Not midnight, but still, -- snack. Aeliya decided that she would try and be the best girl possible. Then she rolled her eyes at that thought. No. Way. Aeliya decided she'd try and help Uldreyin with that nasty limp. Although she saw no scar or whatever caused it because he wore pants (Obviously) she wanted to practice her healing magic either on his leg or for his leg. She'd make sure her healing magic is at its highest caliber before she tried anything. For some reason her mind was forcing her to think she felt bad for Uldreyin's limp, but of course, surely what it really meant to tell her was that she'd feel bad for anyone with a limp like that. He was an interesting man and she still planned on making him send her back home, but maybe not so soon, just so her parents think she really really did try to not be so annoying. |
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