Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

Elarinya took this moment to simply observe her husband-to-be. He was very angry looking, as if he clearly didnt want to be here and when she looked at her father, a sense of alarm crossed her face hearing him. This Sidhe didnt come willingly and this worried her. She knew that her mother came willingly and her grandmother had come willingly. In the more recent times, the brides had come willingly and now it was following back to the trend of potential prospects coming unwillingly. This worried her immensely just because of the look on her betrotheds face. That and when the bound on his mouth was taken away, she inwardly cringed at the tone of which he decided to speak in. Her hands moved behind her back and she gripped them tightly, her finely polished and manicured nails digging into her palm. This was going to be a bad marriage, she knew this already. She was eighteen, sure, but even she wasnt a nave little girl who couldnt see the obvious. His gaze on her, she almost paled or shriveled before it. It was like he was assessing her, maybe finding every reason not to find something remotely good about her and she was refraining from cowering behind her mother because this entire situation was a bit terrifying. Perhaps it was nave to ever dream but Elarinya certainly held a different perspective to all of this. That theyd bring back a banished Sidhe who came willingly, someone whom she could have the kind of marriage she saw her mother and father have. A good marriage, a happy marriage, the kind of marriage where they found love with each other in time, good companionship and even better friendship. Somehow, she wasnt going to find that with this man. As he spoke, his words came out kindly but she found it strange. Considering he probably wanted to do more than his tone suggested earlier as he introduced himself to her parents. Elarinya didnt miss the way her mother seemed to look incredibly worried about all this. As if she knew him. She was very weary of this entire situation and wondered if she too could back out of it. She never wanted a husband that would hate her. Regardless of if he spoke kindly to her. She wasnt a fool. Wellshe was trying not to be at least. She might be on guard but if a man spoke so kindly to her, even she could easily be prey to that charm, regardless of how he clearly spoke with murderous anger but calmly before everyone else. If he thought those binds were coming off if he sweet talked his way, he had another thing coming. Elarinya knew in that moment right now she didnt trust him one bit. Considering the way they were meeting, she managed to smile a little bit and nodded her head. I am most pleased to be in your good graces. She was trying to sugar coat it all in some sort of euphemism. Considering she had a feeling she wasnt really in his good graces and he wasnt in his best good graces at the moment either. Then again someone who was bound and unable to do as they wanted probably wouldnt be either. She swallowed a little uncomfortably and opened her mouth to speak when he began to speak in what she assumed to be his native language. She never heard it, never heard her mother speak it. She flashed a quick glance to her ever paling mother and then back to Etarlam. II am even more excited to soon become your wife. I only hope we can have a good and long prosperous marriage, with many happiness to come, as it might please thee. She tried to speak with confidence. But it was faltering considering she had no confidence in the current arrangement. She couldnt even stop to take a moment and admire his handsomeness. No, that didnt even seem to be the proper word to use. More than handsome. Unlike any other. As if it wasnt humanly possible for someone to be this attractive. She noticed, but she couldnt admire it. No, for she was already far too afraid.