Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Fenice wondered if shed said something wrong, he only smiled but moved away from her. When she looked up to find him towering above her she rose slipping from the stool. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. She was ready for the kiss this time, moving into his arms as he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers gently. Fenice lifted to her toes pressing herself to him as she felt herself melting. She felt his desire and longing, feeding into it and adding her own, she needed him. The realization scared her and thrilled her all in the same instant. A relief flooded her soul at the thought of freedom from the lords, something that lifted her spirit and made her soar in his arms. When the moment flowed away from them and came to a natural end, she sighed and floated where he led. Mathildes tired face peered out at them, Fenice pressed closer to Neebo, not wanting to leave him. No Neebo She whispered but the kiss to her cheek told her she needed her sleep as much as he. Watching him go she worried her lower lip, things would now be that much harder. Ignoring Mathildes expectant gaze the female stripped and stepped into the warm tub of water and began washing. Her body burned but the heat wasnt overcoming her, it only made her want to figure out what it was, explore it more. But she knew now wasnt the time to explore such things, once they were married they would have plenty of time. She smiled widely at the knowledge of their marriage a sobering thought was the possibility of him losing or becoming hurt. She shuddered and stepped from the tub. Drying off she dressed for bed and slept soundly for the first time in ages. Awakening she smiled and stretched. She dressed herself and Mathilde fixed her hair. The dark blue velvet gown she wore today brought out the color in her eyes. She ate breakfast picking at the food and simply waiting for Neebo. Never seeing him, she simply piddled about until it was time for the knights to go to the lists. Excitedly she had to keep her steps slow in order to not bring suspicion upon herself. She stopped and retrieved the small family, Tralas hand in hers the entire way. The archbishop helped them upon the dais where they took their seats. Her eyes flew over the terrain, meeting upon Neebos tall form, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. She fought the urge to run to him and simply stayed put, he was right perhaps laying low was the best for them. She watched the knights though her eyes barely left Neebos form, straying only for a moment here or there. Trala was a great breath of fresh air, providing a source of laughter when needed and a distraction from the unease she felt welling up inside her. Once the warm up had ended, she watched Neebo approach with her father. A smile brightened up her face as she waved to her father. She felt the heat rise up in her as she felt the warmth of the knights body through her dress. She wrapped her arm around her fathers and walked beside them to the table. Her stomach rumbled and she felt her appetite welling, having only picked at breakfast this meal was welcome. She sat beside Neebo her father on the otherside of him and the archbishop after that. Mathilde continued to yawn as she served the princess. Perhaps our game of chess kept you up too late Mathilde, too much excitement for you to handle. She smiled up at her maid and turned her attention to the young archer at her side. You shot well in practice today, so steady and always hitting the middle of the target. Have you trained long Sir Perry? Her blue eyes lit upon him merrily. The lords glared in Ne'ebo's direction, whispering amongst themselves. Several maidens steadied their gaze upon him as well, some giggling and others simply blushing. Fenice knew that his plan was slowly taking affect, but to what extent. Sparing him a glance she smiled softly.