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Post by Raven on Jan 10, 2022 0:46:31 GMT -5
Bran nodded to Rosalie as she lead the horses away, he stood with Evie and Arvid. “Alright, this way” he pointed to the Inn. He held the door and allowed Evie and Arvid in first. Moments later Rosalie joined. Bran stepped next to Evie and crossed his arms, waiting for the woman to come to her senses. He stood smirking, like a foolish little boy. When she began to stammer – he smiled and interrupted her. “It’s not a worry, I was unexpected… trust me, I’d rather read a book too” he laughed and then followed behind her.
Bran entered the suite and adjusted his bag on his shoulder, his huge sword in his other hand. “Nice” he grinned – the place was absolutely stunning. “Thank you” he nodded to the woman, who left swiftly.
“I’ll start pouring” Arvid quickly rushed to the alcohol and began fumbling through the selection. Bran smirked and found the ‘Kings’ room, the largest room. He didn’t ask if anyone wanted it, it was an assumed thing, at least. “Oh Damn” there was a heated pool in the room. “How absurd” he laughed, his father would demand such a thing. He set his bag down on the massive velvet bed and began to undress.
His armor piled on the side of the bed and he was left in partially unstrung black tunic and very loose linen pants. Bran stood before a mirror and adjusted his hair “Yeesh…” he rubbed his cheek, he was getting a little bit of stubble. Bran sighed and casually stepped out of his room. He didn’t have the robotic pace of royalty, he was relaxed and feeling at ease.
“Whiskey, Bran” Arvid held a glass forward. “Oh look – you have muscles” he stepped over then, quickly distracted. Arvid poked at the slightly exposed pecks he had. “Let me see your arms” he reached for his arms. “Ahaha, not bad little man” he chuckled and then sipped on his own whiskey.
Bran chuckled and turned to Evie as he heard her voice, as if she was speaking to him normally. He felt a little spark in his chest, he grunted and then smirked. You shush you he demanded and then stepped towards the couches. He stuck a hand in a pocket, almost nervously. He stepped towards the fire and then glanced to Rosalie. “Do you, uh, like the suite?” The fuck? The suite? While people are starving? You fucking idiot.
He stuffed his thoughts with a sip of ale and he cleared his throat. “It is definitely nice to get out of the castle, get to breath” he stretched an arm out and then he moved to the coach opposing Evie. “I had never been to Hillgarde.. have you been before? People seem to recognize you here… It’s quite admirable, they are fond of you” he took another sip. His gaze peered to her and a slight pink shade crossed his cheeks. He adjusted himself and then took another sip, trying to avoid looking at the woman. She was absolutely gorgeous.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 10, 2022 1:35:30 GMT -5
Rosalie looked over as Arvid greeted Bran with a glass of whiskey. Her ocean hues widened slightly and she looked back to the fire as if she hadn’t looked to him. To see the prince in such relaxed clothing. She felt as though she shouldn’t be able to see the muscles of his chest and arms. Not like that.
Evie had a smirk upon her lips, she’d seen the general’s reaction to her brother. She lifted a brow slightly as she looked to Bran when he approached. How he placed his hand in his pocket. Trying to be laid back and relaxed. She winced slightly when he asked the question. Then she heard his voice in her head. Perhaps, Bran...she won’t...think of it that way...
Rosalie turned her gaze to him as he’d approached. When he asked the question she pressed her lips together. “Your highness.” She furrowed her brows slightly. “While the suite is very nice, it has all the amenities that one could ask for...do you not stop to think of that poor woman?” She looked to him, “How many days do you think it had been that she was on the streets because of my guard…?” She shook her head and then downed her glass. “Arvid. Where did you put that bottle?” She questioned as she stood and walked to the liquor cabinet. She filled her glass back up and took another swig of it.
Evie looked to her brother with a bit of a worried look. He’d struck a nerve in the general it seemed. Rosalie walked back over and sat back down on the couch again. She looked to the dancing flames of the fire and drank her whiskey. She looked back to him as he cleared his throat. As if to take back the compliment. “That it is. The air outside of the castle feels different.” Rosalie commented. Her ocean hues played over him a moment she held her glass up to her lips and took another sip.
It was then that he asked her another question. Rosalie lifted her brow slightly, she saw the pink in the prince’s cheeks. “Oh yes. I’ve been to Hillgarde a few times. I’ve never stayed here though.” She looked about the fancy suite. “I’ve seen the city when it was at its best...that was when I was quite young. My father had to come here and without a mother I was left to tag along when he was taken outside of the city. Otherwise I had no where to go.” She sipped her whiskey again. “I came here before I made General. I helped the people. I worked through many difficult tasks of implementing the guard into the city...” She bit her lip slightly. “I’ve failed them, truthfully.” She lowered her eyes lightly. “Look at what the soldiers are doing to them. They are treating the people like they are beneath them. That is not true. We are all people of Alexander. Just because I wear armor. It does not make me any better than that lady at the desk. Nor you.” She looked back to the prince. “That is why they are fond of me. I helped many of the young children feel good enough for the Crimson Guard. I trained with them every night that I was here...nearly a year I spent here. When I returned to Alexander that is when the king gave me my official promotion to General.”
Rosalie leaned back slightly. By the time she finished telling her story she had a bit of a pink tone to her cheeks. She glanced to Evie a moment and then to Arvid. “We should all tell stories again, hm? I enjoyed it last time. I imagine Evie would enjoy it...” She glanced to the mage once again. She was relaxing a bit more. Her tone in her voice had already started to relax.
Bran...ask her something simple. Something that would make her smile. She’s so...sad...can you feel it? She glanced to the general and gave a nod to her. Or tell a funny story...just make her smile and forget this sadness that she carries around with her. Evie looked to her brother once again. The mage had a bit of a smirk to the way that the prince was avoiding looking to the general. It seemed that even Rosalie was avoiding looking to prince. Watching the two, it was quite comical for Evie. Something she’d only read about in old books from the library. But seeing it. It was much better than reading.
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Post by Raven on Jan 10, 2022 19:06:15 GMT -5
Bran cleared his throat as he sat across from Rosalie, he looked to her and took several sips of his drink as she spoke. She spoke with energy, her hands moving and face was very reactive. He smirked slightly as he leaned back, then he forced himself to listen to her once more… “You show a lot of heart” he set his empty glass down on the coffee, Arvid quickly stood to refill it – quick to get his friends drunk.
“You haven’t failed them… no” he shook his head “I’ve had to stop letting other people’s decisions be my burden. You haven’t been here, so how could this have been your fault? You may blame yourself because other people failed you, but you could not have foreseen such a thing. You carry that guilt.. but we all know there is only one who should hold the shame.” The pink hit his cheeks too, liquid courage to speak his mind.
“The Soldiers believe they can do as they please – because their King says they can. He gives not of the citizens, and it translates to the guard.” He grit his teeth “It would be like if I said I’ve failed my Kingdom because of my fathers decisions… at the end of the day, he is not me. I can only do – what I can do in the now.” He sighed and then accepted his glass once more.
“You people worry too much about what other people think of you. If the people hated their King, they should have rose up by now… but no, they worry what the person next door might think of them. An Alexander supporter, or no? So, cowardly hiding and surviving.” He chuckled “If you don’t like it, you stand up and you shout, and when they don’t listen to you – you bring the axe” he laughed. “So political” he downed his drink in a single large gulp.
When Rosalie mentioned telling stories – Bran nodded happily. He turned his gaze to Evie and he smiled softly, listening to her ask him to tell a story. “Um-“ he cleared his throat. “Evie would like me to tell a funny story, on her behalf.” He placed both hands on each knee and he thought for a moment, hazing to the ceiling in a dramatic and silly motion.
“Evie – do you remember when we pranked the King?” he smirked. “When we were younger – I used to give the guards Ale with laxatives in it, which is an entire story of how I got that… The guards would rush away and I’d bust Evie out of the lower Castle” he smirked. Arvid moved to sit on the couch next to Bran, intrigued on the story.
“We would raid the kitchens – a few times the kitchen staff would find us digging through the chocolates.” He laughed then “but um, they never did anything.” He held up a hand “But one night, Evie had the brightest of ideas…” he looked to her briefly and grinned. “You see, my father is very passionate about his mustache and beard… he uses imported oils and waxes and—”
“Do not disrespect a man’s love for their beard” Arvid touched his own, fingers wrapping around the braided beard. “It is not shameful to appreciate your own looks” he snarled and then took a gulp of his whisky. He was already slurring his words by now.
“Well, my father deserves it” he laughed. “So, we snuck in, mind you we are like… what… you were 8, I was 12?” he glanced to Evie, waiting for her to nod. “And you-“ he chuckled then as he remember. “we opened the door to his bedroom, middle of the night. And you held your little hand up – and you light his beard on fire” he laughed “he woke up screaming, and thrashing around. His curtains caught aflame. We ran so fast – and thankfully we didn’t get caught. The staff say that he left a candle on” he shrugged playfully. “Convenient.” He laughed and clapped his hands.
“So then – he cancelled the Autumn Festival Ball, and refused to leave his room. It has taken him all this time to finally grow it back out” he laughed “Man, that felt good.” He glanced over to Evie and smirked. “The guard wont let me give them anything anymore, so… hard to sneak her out these days… but it is nice to be out with you…” he held a hand up. “I have an idea” he quickly stood.
“I saw something in my room” he rushed over into his room and came back quickly with a piece of parchment, quill and ink. “You never get to really engage in conversation” he picked up a book from the tableside, so she could use it to write on. “How about you write it? Rosalie – you can read for her. But you have to do the best impersonation you can of what you think she’d might sound like” he laughed and nodded. “So so – let’s start with something simple. Evie, how is your day today?” he questioned and looked to her, nodding to her to write. He didn’t say anything, they sat in silence as they waited. As if she was talking this whole time, the attention solely on her…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 10, 2022 22:30:59 GMT -5
Rosalie looked to the prince. The remark he made. She showed a lot of heart? Her ocean hues looked to him, a soft smile curved up her lips to this. “Thank you, your highness. I have always tried to do my best to serve the people of our kingdom.” She sipped upon her drink, which Arvid was quick to keep full. She listened to him as he spoke that she hadn’t failed the people, just as he hadn’t failed them. It wasn’t her fault that these things happened. She didn’t cause it. She wasn’t the one who was calling the orders. This was true. But it didn’t feel any better. He was right though, the soldiers were a direct reflection of what the king stated...they would do as they pleased because they were above the law.
Evie watched her brother as he spoke. Such a burden to hold. They all held their own sadness. Their own things that they were working one...against all odds. Though Arvid. He had a point. Perhaps we should be more like the vikings. We wouldn’t be in this war if we were. Her remark came with a bit of a smirk from her lips for a split second. As her brother began to tell the story she grinned, she would glance to Rosalie every now and again as the woman would laugh.
“You were the reason that the king lost his beard?” Rosalie looked to Evie and giggled. She shook her head, “Oh wow...my father told me about this!” She laughed again. “I couldn’t believe that he’d burned his own beard off and was too embarrassed to leave his chamber for quite sometime. That was the most silent the king had ever been. My father was left to deliver his speeches.” She giggled as she tilted her head back. “No disrespect Arvid. You have a lovely beard. But the king...” She leaned back, she was relaxing more. Her words were not hung in the air with her royal tone. “He definitely deserved that, the prince is right in that.”
Evie grinned as her brother told the rest of the story. She remembered this just like it was yesterday. A fond memory of her brother. She watched as her brother hurried from the room, a brow raised slightly as the smile faded away. She looked to Rosalie whom still held a smile upon her lips. The woman was one the verge of drunk by this point. Her golden hues gazed to Arvid and she nodded to him slightly. Her eyes looked to Rosalie’s cup, as if she was telling him to fill her glass again.
Rosalie held her cup between both hands, she gazed into the crackling flames of the fire. “I cannot tell you the last time I was able to just sit...and gaze at a fire like this.” She spoke, a peaceful smile upon her lips. This was when the prince returned and her ocean hues turned to him. She smiled as she looked to him, her eyes playing over the man slightly for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She looked to Evie as he offered the parchment to her. “Me?” She questioned as he stated she would read it. “Your highness...I...” She let out a laugh. “I’m not certain what Evie sounds like.” She looked to the mage, “I will do my best...” She spoke after a long moment.
Evie sat she stared at the paper for a long moment, her head tilted to the side. She looked about the room and then she nodded to herself before she began to write. Rosalie watched the mage write out the story, her eyes would move to the prince every now and then. Once Evie finished she handed the paper to Rosalie and then nodded to her. Rosalie set her glass down after taking a long swig from it. “Little bit of liquid courage there.” She spoke and let out a laugh. She looked to the beautiful writing of the mage. “Hm...let’s see what would you sound like?” She gazed to Evie a very long moment. “Proper? Like a princess?” She grinned. “Or do you speak like those from low town?” She changed her accent ever so slightly. Rosalie held an interesting accent herself. She held the tone of nobility, but when she drank she sounded much more like the people from the slums of the city...where she grew up.
This should be interesting. Good idea brother. Evie glanced to Bran a moment before she gazed back to Rosalie with curious hues. She waved her hand for her to go ahead.
Rosalie cleared her throat slightly, “Remember, brother.” She spoke with the proper noble tone. An educated tone that she imagined Evie might have. Which was nothing like Evie at all. “When we used to sneak to the library.” Rosalie looked to Evie whom was fully focused in on her. “Uh...I hope I’m doing this right.” She giggled. Evie nodded and smirked to her.
This is great. I wish I could speak. But this is almost better. She grinned to her brother before her golden hues settled back in upon the general.
Rosalie looked to the parchment again. “You’d sneak me up, late in the night, so late that sometimes the moon had fallen over the mountains in the distance. We would find books and I would tell you what some of the Elvish fables were. You never wanted to believe me. Some of the stories are so vividly written. I wonder how much is true. How much is made up.” Rosalie lifted her hues. It felt strange to be reading, with everyone’s eyes upon her. She gazed to Evie who motioned for her to keep going once again. “I remember one time one of the guards found us in the library. We hid behind the bookcases, and couldn’t stop giggling. I think I was 6 or 7...”
“Remember I used my magic to make it sound like we were in another part of the library. We sent that guard all over the library. They thought the place was haunted. Even threw a few books of religion at him. The guards were afraid to round in the library for a long time after that night.” Rosalie finished the words and then she giggled. “You two, are something else.” She lifted her hues to looked to Evie and then to Bran. “I’m really glad that we can be out of the castle so that you can once again spend time together outside of the castle walls.”
Bran, please tell me this is the girl you talked to me about! Otherwise, my next story is going to be about that girl. She smirked and looked to her brother.
Rosalie set the parchment down and then looked to the prince. “I do suppose it would be my turn then.” She looked to Evie whom nodded to her. “Hm...” She leaned back as she lifted her glass to her lips. “I’ve been many places, yet I’ve been nowhere.” She spoke and then smirked slightly. “I’ll tell you a funny story, since that is Evie’s request.” She looked to the mage whom smiled. It was nice to see Evie smile. She never wanted the mage to return to the castle for fear that she wouldn’t smile again. The general was much more relaxed now, her cheeks a rosy pink. “I had first joined the guard. I was 18. Just a young recruit. I think I had been in about four months or so. My patrol partner and I got along quite well. He talked and talked and I always listened to him. He joked and I laughed. It was a good time.” She paused and smirked. “I didn’t realize that he was flirting with me all this time.” She laughed lightly. “I was so focused on becoming the best soldier that I had completely missed the signs. To be honest, I’m still not the best at noticing.” She shook her head as a laugh came out again.
“He invited me to one of the taverns. I didn’t realize this was an invitation for a date. I for whatever reason thought that we were ordered to patrol there. I remember when I showed up in my armor...and he was wearing fine clothing. I was confused. Embarrassed.” She giggled slightly. “So stupid, hm?” She glanced to Evie.
She is so focused on being the best that she doesn’t leave time for herself. She glanced to her brother. Hm, didn’t you say something to me. That you don’t have time? Isn’t that the wording you used. Sounds familiar doesn’t it? She quipped with a smirk.
“I remember asking him why he was dressed the way he was. The poor guy...he looked defeated. That was when I realized it was me that was dressed wrong. I think I avoided him for nearly a month because I was so embarrassed.” She shook her head. “I didn’t know what to do with it.” Rosalie finished her glass and held it up once again. She was pushing the verge of drunk now. Her words slurred slightly. “He was a good guy about it though. Much better than many would have been.” She smiled as she took a sip. Her eyes then gazed to Arvid. “Arivd.” She grinned. “What story do you have to tell?” She questioned. Her eyes gazed to the prince, her cheeks seemed to blush slightly as her eyes stuck on him a long moment before she looked back to the viking.
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Post by Raven on Jan 10, 2022 22:56:55 GMT -5
Bran turned to Rosalie who began to speak – he started chuckling to himself. He covered his mouth briefly to stifle his laugh. He cleared his throat and then sat upward, Arvid grunted at him and then they listened. His hues glanced to his sister, and then back to Rosalie. He chuckled slightly as she told the story. “Hah – I remember. You threw that candle and the wax poured over his head, he was so pissed off” he laughed and slapped his own leg. “Damn-“ he sat upward and grinned. “It feels good to hear you again, Sister” he looked to Evie and nodded his head.
By the Gods Evie… come on… he visibly sighed and then glared to his sister. Fine. Yes. It is. Are you happy? Since the night her father pointed her out, his pride and joy. Are you happy now? Turd he scoffed, but he gave a gentle chuckle. He looked to Rosalie as she told her story. “Ahhh, so naïve and cute” he laughed and he turned his gaze to Evie once more.
Whatever you are planning… Stop he flushed and then grossed his arms.
Arvid clapped his hands together “Funny stories huh” he tilted his head. “Travelling across the lands with you fools” he clapped his hands and laughed. “Funny stories from a Viking? Oh… you wouldn’t like them. Usually ends with someone getting beheaded or falling into the sea. And dying” he laughed and then shook his hand. “I’m just listening” he took a swig.
Bran glanced to Rosalie and stared to her for a long moment, he traced her figure slightly. He looked to her lips and eyes – which gave away her every sigh and smile moments before it were to happen. He cleared his throat and smirked “Do you think you would know if someone was flirting with you now?” he questioned with a curious glance.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 10, 2022 23:28:41 GMT -5
Evie smirked to her brother as he glared to her. Rosalie caught the glare this time and looked to Evie and the confident smile that the mage held upon her lips. Happy? Yes. She’s very sweet. You could learn a lot from her brother. She raised a brow slightly. Not that you aren’t sweet. She just has a lot of….heart...as you said. She’s very different. I think she would be worth the time, is all. Then the warning came from Bran and Evie leaned back, she sipped upon her drink and grinned. She’d had the least amount of alcohol. She wasn’t certain how it would affect her ability to control her magic. She’d never been drunk before.
Rosalie looked to Arvid as he clapped. “Fools?” She questioned with a giggle. “I wouldn’t claim us as fools per say.” She smiled and then sighed lightly. Enjoying the moment. Her ocean hues turned to the fire once again, taking in the dancing flames. She was completely oblivious to Bran looking over her. “Just listening? I didn’t know that was an option.” Another laugh.
Though this was when Bran asked the question. Rosalie turned her hues back to him, she caught his curious gaze. “Oh...um...” She held her glass to her lips. “I...um...I don’t suppose.” She became a bit awkward in that moment. “That hasn’t happened since I became a General.” She had blushed slightly. Embarrassed. “I’ve...just been so busy...there isn’t enough time for that. We are at war.” Rosalie bit her lip slightly. She gazed to Bran a long moment, a silence fell over the room. “Food? Anyone?” She stood abruptly. “I’ll go get us something to eat from the tavern.” She wavered slightly and giggled. “I’ll just grab a few things for us to snack on. Oh and Arvid. I want a story.” She glanced to him before she quickly excused herself from the room.
Evie smirked to her brother, a knowing smirk. You made her uncomfortable brother. Did you see how she blushed? She stood up and then playfully punched her brother in the shoulder before she squeezed onto the couch next to him. You deserve to be happy too, you know? She looked up to Arvid and grinned as she watched him a moment. He has to have an embarrassing story. Something funny. I know it. She shifted the conversation.
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Rosalie made her way down the fights of stairs. It took a bit of concentration. Arvid had gotten her drunk. She made her way into the tavern. A few eyes lifted to look to her as she walked up to the barkeep and she leaned against the counter.
“Well, well, well. Where are you from beautiful?” A man at the counter questioned. “Can I buy you a drink?” He had a charming smile. He wasn’t a terrible looking man, in fact he was quite suave. He was tall, had well kept hair and a neat beard.
Rosalie looked to him and chuckled. “Oh no, no thank you.” She spoke back to him before she turned her attention back to the barkeep. “I’d like to make an order for some food.” She placed a few coins upon the counter.
“Where are you from?” The man asked as the barkeep walked away.
“The capitol.” She replied as she looked to him. She leaned against the counter, an elbow propped her against it.
“Oh really? Hm.” The man grinned to her. “Come on, let me buy you a drink.” He flashed the charming smile again.
Rosalie watched him. The question came to her mind from Bran. Would she know? This man was flirting with her. She knew that. But she didn’t want him to flirt with her. She wasn’t interested in this man. She shook her head once again. “I’ve had plenty this evening. Truly.” She spoke as she watched him.
“Then have another.” He waved the barkeep down and ordered her a mixed drink. It was slid in front of her. “Drink up.” He smiled and lifted his glass. “To a lovely evening.” He waited for her. “Come on.” He groaned.
Rosalie drew in a breath. She lifted the glass and clinked it with his. She then took a sip. It was a strong drink. One of the strongest she’d tasted. But it was smooth. She looked to the glass a moment before she looked back to the man. “Where are you from?” She asked making small talk.
“A few cities to the east. Small town.” He grinned as he pulled out the stool. “Why don’t you sit awhile?” He smiled to her.
Rosalie looked to the stool and drew in a breath. She didn’t have the time for this man. She shook her head slightly before she took another drink of the mixed drink. “Just here to get some food.” She spoke and leaned against the bar again. Almost on cue the barkeep brought a small crate full of food items for her.
“For the lady.” The barkeep spoke.
“Ah yes thank you.” She downed the rest of the drink. “Thank you for the company.” She spoke and placed a coin upon the bar to pay for her drink. She then grasped the crate and turned.
The man followed behind her. “You want me to get that for you?” He questioned as he easily slipped it from her grip. “There. Better?” He smiled.
Rosalie giggled and shook her head. “If you must. I’m more than capable.” She walked up the stairs.
“Which room?” He questioned as he eyed her.
“The top floor.” Rosalie replied. By the time she got up the fights of stairs she was really feeling the alcohol. What was that? She’d never felt like this before. She giggled lightly.
The man grinned as he watched the alcohol over take her. He grasped the handle to the door. But the door pulled open. Evie stood there, she crossed her arms as she looked to him. Her brows tugged together. She could sense his motives. She took the food from him and set it on the table next to the door. Brother, this pig was going to take advantage of Rosalie. I can see it in his eyes. She glared to the man.
Rosalie giggled as he walked into the room. “I got the food Bran.” She placed her hand upon his shoulder. “This guy was nice enough to carry it up.” She sat down heavily upon the couch. She reached to the box and laid out the items upon the table. She popped a piece of cheese in her mouth and leaned her head back, another giggle escaped her.
“Your highness.” The man bowed his head. “I was just...l-leaving.” He stared to Rosalie as the woman sat on the couch.
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Post by Raven on Jan 10, 2022 23:50:11 GMT -5
Bran chuckled slightly as Rosalie quickly dismissed herself. He stood and swirled his glass, finishing his drink. He stepped over to a little record player. He thumbed through the collection and then plucked the large black disk out and set it. He then set the needle and turned the sound up slowly. “There we go” a nice little orchestra pop was playing, it was dancy and fun. He danced slightly and then laughed. “Come on Evie” he stepped over to her.
He made her stand up and he laughed – his hands grasping hers as he danced in a silly fashion. He chuckled as he watched her, smiling along with him. It was a few minutes later that the door opened and Rosalie opened. Bran paused mid dance and then cleared his throat. “Oh –“ he followed into the entry room and he cleared his throat. His sister standing before the stranger.
“Correct, good night” Bran waved to him and shut the door. He turned and then laughed – the booze was clearly in his system. He danced back up and to the living room. He spun and then threw his hands out dramatically, and then laughed. “They taught me this art of dancing called Salsa…” he swayed his hips. “It’s pretty sexy stuff” he took a seat then and leaned back, nodding gently to the music that played.
“Alright, fine” Arvid stoked the fireplace and added a log. He sat down and sighed. “Alright, I have a story. About Tora – no less” he chuckled. “One day, summer – crops were doing good. The little girl, maybe 8 years old? Ran up to me and said – Uncle uncle, I had a dream about you. You stood in the snow with no clothes on, you were lost – and she laughed and ran off. Like it was some passing tale. I didn’t think anything of it…” he smirked.
“Two years later, I ran off with the bakers daughter. I convinced her to come out to the woods and camp with me, we would hold each other under the stars” he laughed. “She saw right through me… she arrived with a picnic basket, and she drugged me.” He held a finger up “but she was a smart girl, she knew snow was coming that night. So, I took a sip of the tea and fell asleep… she stole all my clothes and – all of my gold. She knew… I played the woman well. So she got her revenge” he laughed then and stood up.
“I woke the next morning – naked. I remembered little Tora, her words. And I laughed. The truth came to be. I ran back to the village in the nude, freezing cold of course. My ears still have a bit of frostbite… but, I claimed – that I had such amazing sex that I couldn’t remember the night. I woke unknowingly in the forest naked, who knew” he laughed. “The village thought I had gone insane, what a joke I made of myself. My brother was pissed, as he was trying to persuade the village to vote for him to be Jarl.” He sighed deeply.
“I want to hear another one from the quiet one, she’s interesting” he nodded.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 11, 2022 13:07:11 GMT -5
Evie watched her brother dance around, his movements were fluid. She grinned and shook her head. Only you Bran. She commented. The moment he came over her smile only seemed to widen. It had been a long time since she danced. Since she was little. Was she 8? That must have been one of the last times. She danced along with him. If she could have laughed, she most certainly would have been. Though when she heard the door, she could feel the presence of something darker. Hold on. She’d slipped away from him swiftly and moved to the entry to the suite.
For a General, she certainly does have a naive mind. Doesn’t she? I don’t think she realized what he was doing. Evie raised her brow slightly as she came and sat on the couch once again.
Rosalie glanced to Bran as he danced about. “Salsa?” She asked, she watched how his hips moved about, her cheeks flushed pink. A giggle came over the general’s lips. She was about to ask a question just as Arvid began to speak. Rosalie’s hues looked to the man.
Two years in advance she knew this would happen to him? That’s powerful. Isn’t it? Evie was in awe of his story. She wanted to meet this Seer. The more she heard of the woman the more curious she became.
Rosalie giggled as he told his story. “To think she tried to warn you.” She winked as she lifted her glass and sipped from it. “Ah yes, another story Evie.” She smiled as she looked to the mage.
Evie looked to her brother a moment, a bit of a smirk upon her lips. She nodded as she leaned forward and she began to write upon the parchment. She took in a breath as she wrote. Once again everyone was focused in on her, as if she was telling the story. When she’d finished she handed it over to Rosalie, a grin on her lips.
Rosalie looked to the parchment. A giggle came over her lips. “Oh is that so?” She questioned and then lifted her hues to look to Evie. “Apologies then, let’s see...hm...” She seemed to think a moment before she began. “Evie said I didn’t get her accent right.” She giggled and then looked to Bran a moment before she looked to Arvid.
Evie smirked slightly she looked to her brother. I couldn’t let her think I sounded like some snobby princess. She grinned before she turned her attention back to the general.
Rosalie nodded to Evie as the woman motioned for her to read. “I don’t have many great stories. Since eventually the guards realized that my brother was pulling the pranks on them. After that it became increasingly difficult for him to break me free from the underbelly of the castle. But, he would still visit me.” Rosalie glanced to the prince. A few weeks ago if someone were to ask her about the prince she would call him a pompous brat that was spoon fed everything from a silver platter. But now. She was truly beginning to realize how wrong she was. “He brought me books, even though he couldn’t pronounce the elvish text upon the cover. I taught myself elvish. The king didn’t want me to know anything of the elves. But...as I imagine...Rosalie you too wanted to know of the people that were deemed out enemy.” Rosalie paused and looked to Evie a long moment. “I did. That was how it started. I wanted to understand them more. I wanted to know what we were dealing with. The pointy eared demons as the king referred to them as. The more I read the more I realized the beauty of their people.”
The general let out a breath and then looked back to the parchment. “Bran would come down into my room with a muffin and coffee. My two favorite things that I rarely got. I remember a night in particular quite well. He said he’d spent the day in the library studying. He took breaks upon the balcony throughout the day. He saw this woman, this shining star down below that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.” Rosalie paused a moment, the most easily visible area from the library balcony was the training grounds for the Crimson Guard. She took a swig of her drink, a soft smile upon her lips. “I listened to my brother speak of this woman. I’ve always wanted to meet her. I wanted to stand upon that balcony and see her the way that he did. So I would ask him of her, when he would visit. Each time he had something little to tell me.” Rosalie raised her brow slightly and giggled lightly. She looked to the prince. “You have a crush on someone? You?” She smiled, her voice was playful. All of her walls had come crashing down the more alcohol that she drank. “I imagined you had a whole following of girls to swoon over you. Yet here you are, infatuated with some girl.” She giggled and looked back to the parchment.
Evie grinned and looked to her brother. She has no idea. This is quite fun to watch. Don’t you think?
“I played a few tricks upon my brother, you see. It wasn’t often that I would get to see him. But when I did I would ensure that I asked him to tell me more. I pushed him to talk to her. But of course she wanted nothing to do with my dear brother. I couldn’t fathom it. Who would push away the prince?” Rosalie raised a brow slightly her eyes lifted to look to Evie. She glanced to Bran, then Arvid. She then looked back to the parchment. “Someone who is equally as busy as a prince.” The next line read. This was the end of the writing. Rosalie set the parchment down upon the table. She giggled lightly. “You’re just poking fun of your brother.” She commented and looked to Evie whom grinned. “He isn’t incapable of speaking to someone. I’m sure it went much better than that.” She shifted and laughed lightly.
Rosalie then paused a moment. “Another story then?” She drew in a breath. Thinking. “I’m not certain I can top Arvid’s story.” She smirked as she looked to the viking. She then looked back to the prince. “Perhaps.” She finished her glass once again. Keeping the fuel in the fire. “Show us this dance of yours.” She motioned her hand toward him. “I want to see it. Do you want to see it, Evie?” She asked.
Ahhh yes. She’s much different when she drinks. We should keep her drunk all the time. She’s much more bold. Evie grinned and nodded her head. Why don’t you dance with her brother? She’s not pushing you away now.
Rosalie stepped to the open space upon the floor. Her hips swayed about as she listened to the music. A giggle came over her lips. “Arvid! Do you have any dances that your people partake in? I know you do.” She looked to him as she continued to dance about. For a general in the military she certainly knew how to dance. She held her glass up into the air as she moved about, another giggle came over her lips. “Come on.” She stepped over to Bran and grasped his hand. “Don’t make me dance all alone. Let’s see it.” She grinned to him, her ocean hues finally locked on his for a long moment, her cheeks flushed pink.
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Post by Raven on Jan 11, 2022 16:03:13 GMT -5
Bran glanced to his sister as she spoke to him, of the Seer and her power. He smirked and nodded slowly Yes, she is very intriguing. She seems inspiring, I hope she is as wise as Arvid claims… he adjusted himself on the couch and leaned back, an arm resting on the back of the couch as he watched Evie write her story. As she did – his hues glanced to the General several times, and then he’d shift his eyes back to Evie and her delicate writing. He could tell even from here that her penmanship was perfection, she likely spent many hours writing and reading. It was all that she could do, truthfully. “Alright” Bran nodded as Rosalie took the parchment and cleared her voice. He immediately laughed to the statement, her accent. “Uhm – yeah, her accent” he cleared his throat. “It’s more relaxed than you think, she has a sort of.. energy to her voice” he leaned his head back, remembering her voice. “Though, she was young then… I imagine there is a kind of depth to it now, wiseness” he glanced to his sister. “But.. relaxed, slow even. Never in a hurry” he nodded. “Go ahead” he smirked, excited to hear the story. The story began, and as it began to unravel – he stiffened slightly. His gaze looking to Evie now with a perplexed face, as if he were to say Come on, what the hell , but with a smile across his lips even still. “She’s making me out to be this vulnerable thing” he laughed and then titled his head “Go on’ he nodded, smirking. “Blueberry muffin” he tagged in when she read the line, muffin and coffee. He seemed to be nodding in approval so far. Then.. of course. It adjusted, she began to spill some beans. “Ohh – come on, Evie” he looked to her and then laughed. “Come on – “ he scoffed, but Rosalie kept reading. He smirked his eyes playing over Rosalie’s own smile, how she tried night to laugh at him. But then she did, a sweet little giggle. He sucked in his own lip and nibbled on it ever so slightly, before finally standing. “I mean, come on. General. Have you never pined for someone?” he questioned and held his empty glass. “Arvid, please, rescue me” he handed his glass over. Arvid took his glass and filled it. “No can do, A viking would never get in the way of a man after a woman” he handed the glass over. “We viking – we don’t have crushes. We seize what we wish, cause the next day may be your last. How long have you been eyeing this woman?” he questioned, holding the Whiskey in his hand. As Bran went to reach for it – he moved his hand away, forcing him to answer the question. “Since I was… I don’t know, 15 maybe?” he snatched the drink and then took a long sip. With a release of a sigh he turned back to Evie. More like fun for you to watch he smirked and then sat back down. “Ah well, she’s a busy girl. And I am the Prince” he took another sip. “I am destined for whomever my father choses for me, there is no sense to mettle In anything else. It’ll just mean heart break. So consider myself a hero, saving everyone the pain” he smirked, though it was dark and sad – he laughed anyways. Covering the truth up with a bit of laughter. And a drink. “The dance?” he questioned and then laughed. “The Salsa, a tango perhaps, it cannot be done alone” he stood and held his hand up. “Come on, I’ll show you” he nodded and waited for Rosalie to stand. “You’ll have to beware, this style of dance is to emulate fire and passion, the connection of the body and soul – and you and me” he moved over to the record player and put on a specific album. “Don’t laugh at me okay, dancing is a secret… thing” he laughed. “I have a partner, at the Castle… we dance on Saturday mornings” he chuckled. “This style comes from across the seas, from Orlais” the music played, it was a swift jazz that was smooth and had a great beat. “So, it’s a lot of movement, spinning like this” he turned and then moved his feet… “One step forward, two back, one forward, turn” he showed her the motion without holding her yet. “And there is no leader, you both move, sort of take turns leading, who is going to spin? You never know, you feel it. Try the feet with me” he kept it basic. “Then I’ll spin you here” he grasped her hands and spun her. “Come back and then – yeah, we turn now, 1 forward.. 2 back..” he laughed then as they danced, continuing the pattern until they were spinning fluidly. “Now in the turn, spin me and… your arms” he dragged his arms along hers as they came back to. “They call it the 360 style, or even the Infinity dance, you are just always… moving in a spin, then spinning within” he spoke through breaths as he continued to move. “There you go” he laughed as she came back to him from a spin. As the song ended he was laughing, a drunken fool now. The next song came on and he stepped back and moved his hips and his feet, dancing alone now. He seemed lost in his mind, the music and his body danced for him. He seemed – alive for once, his true muse. Then the song broke into a solo and he started clapping and laughing. “Okay, enough of this show” he laughed and stepped over to the record player, he turned it down a little and then walked back over to the couch. He took a swig and set it back down on the coffee table. “When I was younger, I used to say that I was traveling to Orlais to compete in The Tournament of the Blade, my father was always supportive of the representation… but I never went to the Tournament” he laughed “I went to a Dancing Festival in Orlais, and I won several times” he laughed “My father didn’t find out until one year he was meeting with an Orlais representative and he asked about the Tournament of the Blade, and the chancellor had no idea I was ever apart of it” he laughed “My father then found the dancing trophies in my room, and he tanned my hide” he shook his head. “I do it in secret now, I haven’t competed in about 2 years” he shrugged. “Anyways, yeah – Arvid how do your people dance?” he questioned as he sat now on the couch, relaxed now – even though he built up a little bit of a sweat. “Oh, nothing as fluid as that…” he was pissed drunk now. “Lots of drums, and shouting. We dance around a fire and” he laughed “I cant do it to this music. Maybe – if we meet Tora and they accept us, no doubt there will be dancing around a fire” he smirked. |
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 11, 2022 19:01:23 GMT -5
“More relaxed?” Rosalie had questioned, she seemed to think it over. “With energy...” She pondered the thought. When she’d begun the read the parchment she was a bit robotic in the way she spoke. But she was closer to Evie’s accent. Something between a noble accent and that of the slums of the city. Perhaps because she heard the servants and those within the dungeons speak. She glanced to Bran each time he inserted himself into the story, a bit of a smile would curve up her lips. His little details that he added, such as the blueberry muffin. When he exclaimed to Evie, Rosalie merely giggled and then continued reading. “Have I?” Rosalie lifted her eyes. He’d asked her if she’d ever gone after anyone. She seemed to think it over for a long moment and then she laughed. “No. Sadly. I haven’t really found...someone that can keep up with me. Besides I am gone often. I’m not the normal stay at home wife that many of the men in Alexander want.” She watched the prince a long moment before she’d continued.
When Arvid questioned him Rosalie looked to Bran with curious eyes once again. A sweet smile stayed upon her lips. Evie grinned as she looked to the two. You don’t have to marry who the king says you should marry. You can change things, brother. Just look at us all now. We are going to change so many things.
“Well how honorable of you then, your highness.” Rosalie lifted her glass as if to toast him. “Saving that poor soul from such heartbreak. I couldn’t dare imagine how sad she might be if you left her for an arranged marriage.” She grinned and took another drink.
Rosalie had grinned to him as he stated he couldn’t do the salsa dance alone. “Oh?” She questioned as she stood in the open area, still dancing about slightly to the music. When he warned her of the style of dance her smile remained on her lips. “Sounds very different from anything I’ve seen.” She spoke as she watched him change the music in the record player. When he spoke of his secret she giggled slightly. “We all have our secrets.” She spoke as she watched him spin. She watched his feet, he moved with such fluid. Rosalie wasn’t very good at first. She stumbled slightly and gripped onto the prince for balance, laughter came over her lips. When he spun her she smiled, her hair tossed about and she giggled. Soon enough she moved to the rhythm of the beat with him, it wasn’t the best of dancing, but she kept up with him. When she spun back into him she gazed up into his eyes, her cheeks flushed pink. The end of the song came all to fast.
Rosalie bit her lip slightly as she watched him dance. She laughed as she watched him. “That was the most fun dance I think I’ve done.” She commented as she made her way back to the couch. When he spoke of the tournament she grinned.
Evie watched the two carefully, a smirk upon her lips. Brother I think you were wrong about her. I think she does fancy you. Even if she doesn’t want to show it. She spoke as she had watched Rosalie upon the dance floor, the way she leaned into him when he’d pull her in close. Or maybe it is just the alcohol. She shrugged slightly and sipped from her drink. As the two returned she looked to Arvid whom spoke of the drums and shouting. I cannot wait to see what the vikings are like. He is the most unique and free soul I have ever seen. She commented to her brother.
“Ah I bet it is freeing. Isn’t it?” Rosalie commented and giggled as she leaned against the couch. She leaned forward and popped a grape into her mouth before she leaned back once again. “Impressive skills, Bran.” She spoke his name finally, rather than calling him your highness or my prince. Rosalie smiled to him. “It is a shame that the king does not approve.” She commented before she sipped from her glass.
“I myself...” She began and then smirked slightly. “I enjoy the piano.” She was gazing only to Bran now as she spoke, her cheeks were flushed pink. “It is like it’s own dance. The way that one’s fingers move about upon the keys. My father used to yell at me when I was a child. He didn’t want me to touch the grand piano in the ballroom of the castle. He was afraid I would break it. Do you know Lydia? The little old lady. She taught me. She would come and wake me up early. Before the sun even started to come up. She would take me into the ballroom and she would sit me down. I would play until I couldn’t focus anymore.” She sighed softly as she thought about those days. It seemed so long ago. “I’ll have to show you sometime.” She smiled to him. “So long as my father isn’t around. He doesn’t approve. He thinks that music is a waste of my energy when I could most certainly be putting it to other good uses.” She laughed lightly.
Evie tilted her head slightly. She listened to Rosalie speak of the pianist that played for the castle. She remembered the old woman. How brittle she’d looked. Yet how lovely it was when she played the piano. She’d only heard her play a few times when she was very young. It was hard to imagine now. She is full of surprises. Evie commented before she looked to her brother.
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Post by Raven on Jan 11, 2022 21:42:58 GMT -5
Bran laughed as they finished dancing and she complimented the dance. “It has so much motion, it’s full of so much energy and mmm – passion” he gripped the air with his fingers as he struggled to find the words. “That was very fun” he nodded his head and then sat down in a little fit of chuckles, the drunk catching fast.
I get it Evie, I get it. I like her. She likes me. Bran rolled his eyes and then focused back in on Rosalie. He watched her plop the grape into her mouth, the way she smirked when she bit into it. He listened to her words and then he chuckled “The piano?” he questioned. He listened to her story, she too had a little secret. He smirked “That is amazing”
“I remember – wandering the castle at night. When I was supposed to be in my room. And I would hang out in the kitchens, rolling dough for cookies and things. And they left the window open – so they could listen to the piano that wafted in the halls. Every month they would comment on how the pianist was getting better and better” he chuckled. “One time – there was one piece. Ms. Mary just started… crying. I never understood why, not until…” he grew silent. “Anyways, I can’t believe that was you… I’ve been listening all this time. I know exactly…who” his smile faded. Evie, you are right.
Bran looked to Rosalie then and tilted his head. “I know exactly who you are, I’ve been listening to you. Your music – the way you cry through the keys” he stepped forward. “The woman I was staring at in the field, was the same who told me her life’s story through music. I … looked forward to those nights in the kitchen.” The pink in his cheeks fueled his strength. Bran stepped forward and grasped her hand. He pulled Rosalie up from the couch and to his lips. He embraced her and kissed her with passion.
Arvid stood and cheered “SKOL!!!!” He downed his drink and lifted the decanter. “About fuckin’ time!” he shouted and downed the whiskey. He then turned and left for his room. Evie. You should go to your room. Bran lifted Rosalie and carried her towards his room, his lips never leaving hers in the exchange. Once the door was shut – he pulled away and stumbled back. “By the Gods” he sighed. “Okay – I am, sorry. I –“he shook his head. “You can tell me I’m an idiot now”
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 11, 2022 22:37:42 GMT -5
Rosalie looked to the prince as he began to speak. Her smile was almost as if she was enchanted by him. He knew? He’d heard her play? Her cheeks flushed pink. They left the window open in the kitchens to listen to her? She had a bright smile now. She sipped upon her drink. “You...you heard me playing?” She questioned. She always thought it was so secretive. That they played at such hours that no one would know. She took another drink, finishing her glass once again. She was rather drunk at this point. His words seemed to flow to her. She could feel her own cheeks flush even more as his next words came. He looked forward to hearing her play. Not only that...he’d watched her on the field. She was the woman?
It felt like a dream. As Bran stepped forward to her and took her into his arms. When he pulled her close and his lips pressed against her own. She couldn’t breathe. Her arms wrapped around him as she welcomed the embrace, almost as if she had always wanted to be within his arms.
Evie watched with a loose jaw. She grinned as Arivd downed his drink. She too downed her drink to join him in the practice. That was like something from one of my books. She stood and smirked to Arvid as she watched her brother scoop Rosalie into his arms. She grinned to the viking and lifted her glass.
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Rosalie gasped as her feet touched the ground. When he stumbled back from her she stood there, her cheeks burning red. “Bran.” She stepped forward a smile upon her lips. A laugh came from her. “Don’t apologize.” She gazed into his eyes. Her hand moved and cupped his cheek. Her breaths shook. She was nervous. But she was also quite drunk. She slipped her hand around the back of his head, her other hand rest upon his chest. She let out a giggle. “Gods what am I doing?” She questioned as she looked up to him. “Did...you really watch me from afar?” She asked. But she didn’t seem to want the answer. Rosalie leaned up and kissed Bran then. The same passion that he’d shown her. She pulled away breathless, her cheeks bright pink. “I….I am the general...” She was fighting against this, but yet it didn’t feel wrong. She then giggled and looked to him. “Weren’t you supposed to protect my feelings, prince charming?” She searched his eyes then, she had a playful smile upon her lips. She hadn’t moved back from him fully. Her hand was still upon his chest, her other still upon the back of his neck. Her breaths shuddered as she looked to him. She seemed almost frozen now as she realized that she’d kissed the prince. She blushed once again.
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Post by Raven on Jan 11, 2022 22:48:52 GMT -5
Bran bit at his lower lip as Rosalie stumbled, his hues looked to her cheeks that blushed wildly. He leaned in towards her as she reached for him, he was slightly taller than her, but not by much at all. He smirked into a chuckle and thought for a long moment. “I uh, I did” he cleared his throat. “My father idolized you from your youth, at first – I hated you.” He laughed “I was like… maybe 10. We grew up in parallel. I watched you the entire way, and I’ve always… admired you” he spoke sheepishly.
He didn’t comment to her words, he accept her embrace and kiss with equal passion. His hands moved so his fingers tucked into the back of her hair just slightly. He did not push forward, he simply enamored her with his lips. “What does it mean to be a Prince for a Kingdom you don’t believe in?” he spoke softly, breaking from the kiss. “I’m no Prince, I’m a man about to betray his father, his people” he shook his head. “A man who wishes to love this General” he whispered softly.
“This woman” he leaned inward and kissed her once more. A single hand glide down her leg and he lifted her with ease. He placed her upon the bed, he stood at the edge. His hands worked his tunic from his body, with a toss it landed in the pool. Slowly it became submerged… he leaned forward, hands trailing up her legs until he hovered over her. “Unless she refuses…” he tilted his head with a smirk. “It may be the last they see…” he raised a brow with a childish smirk. “Wouldn’t want to… die… alone” he leaned down to kiss her – but he hovered.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 11, 2022 23:00:38 GMT -5
Rosalie gazed into his eyes as he spoke. He hated her at first. She grinned to him, a chuckle came over her lips. “I always thought you were a spoiled pompous brat.” She kissed along his jaw. “I was wrong.” She whispered softly. She listened to him as he spoke of betrayal. “You will not be alone, Bran.” She managed to whisper before he lifted her. She gasped as he lifted her so easily. As he placed her upon the bed she couldn’t breathe. It was as if he’d stolen the air from her very lungs.
The general reached forward and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled him against her body as she kissed him in return. She did not speak an answer to him. Her answer was in her movement. Her hands. Her lips. The heat of the moment as the night was spent with not just a man, but the prince. Yet. Rosalie didn’t seem to think of this as the passion ensued. She didn’t think at all. She allowed herself to fall into a bliss that was the most glorious thing that she’d ever felt.
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They were awake into the late hours of the night. As the warmth of the sun slipped into the room. Rosalie’s clothes were tossed about the room, as were Bran’s. She lay curled into his side, her head against his chest. Her leg tucked up against him over his leg. Only part of the blanket covered her body.As the sun kissed against her cheek her ocean hues slowly cracked open. She blinked a few times as she felt his chest rise and fall beneath her hand. The warmth that she felt radiating from his body. She looked to him, her cheeks immediately flushed pink. Gods what had she done? She bit her lip slightly as she remembered the night. The glorious night. She lay her head back on the prince’s chest. What if he regretted his actions? What if...this was a mistake? She felt a pit in her stomach as she realized what a mistake this truly could be if the prince woke and he did not agree with what happened. She found herself tracing upon his chest, gently. Her mind raced. Should she leave? Before he were to wake?
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Post by Raven on Jan 11, 2022 23:21:32 GMT -5
The morning came swiftly, the sun moved over their slightly exposed bodies. He stirred slightly and hummed gently, there was a tickle over his chest. He chuckled deep from his chest and then turned his head towards Rosalie. “I was afraid it was a dream” he whispered and smirked. “Mm.. no, that wasn’t…” he chuckled and sucked in a breath. He let it go slowly as the memory of the night came over him. If he didn’t have a mission and goal in mind, he’d roll her over and take her again. But he decided to be respectful. He cleared his throat and then slowly sat up.
He turned and rubbed her shoulder slightly, he leaned down and kissed her arm. “I had an excellent time last night… I hope you enjoyed it” he stood, he some how managed to find his boxers that night. He stepped towards a door, the bathroom, attached to the bedroom. Their tooth brushes were lingering in the sink, sloppily tossed into it. He chuckled as he relieved himself and then washed his hands.
“Rosalie…” he leaned against the wall and brushed his damp hands together. “I am uh, willing to see our relationship however you deem it… I can be.. Loyal to you, and loving. Or I can love you from afar, and watch you – stand for you always…” he tilted his head. “You just…tell me what I can do for you, okay?” he questioned softly and then he began to gather his clothes. He got dressed, caring not of the lost tunic. There was spare clothes in the closet. He helped gathered her clothing and then he smirked. “Breakfast, then perhaps we both can go to the Crimson Headquarters here?” he questioned. “I don’t expect you to handle it alone, of course”
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