Thread: A Prince and his maid [Kaziel and Ashlee_babe]

Slipping his tongue between his lips, he stuck it out at her, though a small smile tugged at the edge of his lips. Hearing her describe the day, he thought of what was ahead of him. The morning would involve him sitting on that painful throne, listening the needs of his subjects. While he detested sitting there, and usually spent some of the time pacing as he listened, he enjoyed helping out his subjects as best he could. He had met rulers of neighboring kingdoms who knew, like him, that they were touched by the Gods and it was their destiny to rule, but unlike most he was not so foolish to believe that without his vassals that he could live the life that he did, thus he strove to ensure a healthy life for as many as he could. Around noon he knew he would take a break for lunch, which would be followed with working with his trainer for swordplay. He looked forward to this since he found that when he was exerting himself and focusing on After he finished his training, he would get the sole bit of relaxation for the day as he had planned a hunt to bring in a deer, for tonight's feast. The feast was to celebrate the arrival of his latest potential bride. Lady... he thought as struggled to remember her name, Kataline. was what he came up with. He hoped that was her name. Before he had forgotten the name of one of the previous ladies who had arrived. That hadn't gone well, and his cheeks flushed as he embarrassingly remembered that nightmare of a day. He winced as Marguerite opened the curtains, light flooding into the room compared to it's darkness from before. As she had her back turned, he glanced at her, admiring her silhouetted figure in the window, a genuine smile flitting across his face, before he replaced the mask as she turned back to him and gave him his shoes, which he slipped into as he stood. He gave a mock pout at the mention of her marrying. But without you to wake me every morning with your incessant chattering, how will I survive? He walked over to the tray of food and began to pick through it, taking bits and pieces he enjoyed, but not fully eating what was served before him. Looking up at the coat held before him, he shrugged casually. Yes, must make sure to look good for when the huss... I mean, Lady comes to see me. He smirked at his intentional slip of the tongue. Watching Marguerite as she exited his room, sighing softly, he slipped out of his pants and began to dress for the long day ahead, glancing out the window, watching her as she began to make her way through the courtyard, a more audible sigh escaping his lips. No matter how much he wanted her, he knew that he could never have her. A Prince, soon to be King, marrying a commoner? Unheard of. Shaking his head, he turned and walked out of his tower towards the throne room. Down in the courtyard, Puck, or as he had been come to be known as Col, short for Colossus, the Blacksmith hammered away at a new sword on his anvil. His parents had named him Puck before they knew the massive stature he'd grow into, the name being a reference to a fae creature in a story they had told him when he was younger. Quite the opposite of his name, he was massive, at almost six and a half feet tall, weighing in at over two-hundred and fifty pounds, almost all of it muscle. Wearing only an apron and slacks, his skin was tanned from days spent out in the sun, his muscled shoulders flexing as he swung, his dark hair cut quite short to keep him safe from stray sparks. He shaved once or twice a week, almost always appearing to have stubble covering his solid chin. Noticing someone out of the corner of his eye, he looked with deep brown, almost black eyes up to see Marguerite approaching the Smith. Setting aside the sword he was working on and his hammer he smiled and raised a hand waving at her. Hallo there, Marguerite!