Thread: The Prince's Plight

The tips of her fingers drummed against the wall behind her as he tried her patience. There would be no way she could possibly be in the same room as this man for more then a few minutes before she felt the urge to put something very sharp through him. Do you really believe you would be able to take me and my men? In case you haven't realized this, the whole reason you are here in the first place is because we beat you and I personally knocked you out. There was an obvious venom in her tone as she shot back at him. Apparently he still lived in some delusion where he hadn't been completely bested on the battlefield and taken prisoner like some novice. Her eyes shifted as she stared longingly at the door willing it to open and for the king to come in and tell her he had changed his mind. All she really wanted now was to lay down and relax from such a hard battle but it didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon. Lox was obviously pissed off and with what had just happened less then an hour ago she didn't trust him enough to leave him alone for even a second. Sure it might seem like the room would be almost escape proof with the guards posted outside and the only window far too high and small for him to get through but she wasn't about to take that chance. After that whole battle they had gone through to capture him it would be ridiculous to let him slip through their fingers. Let my assure you that the feeling is completely mutual you ill bred bastard. I would much rather take my chances up against an entire mongrel hoard then allow you anywhere near close enough to attack me like the coward you are. If he thought she was happy with this little arrangement then he was even dumber then she had first thought. Before she could say anything else it seemed like he had decided she wasn't worth his attention and instead sat on the floor with his hands on his lap and his head bowed slightly. For a moment she was completely silent and merely watched him like a trainer would a wild animal. With all the manic energy he had shown she would have never pegged him as the type who would even know how to spell mediate let alone practice it. From that absolute rage and energy it seemed he shifted to a more calmed down state which was very peculiar. It was so peculiar just watching the personality shift that she honestly wouldn't believe it herself. Lord knows that Corovia wasn't known for their great intelligence which the prince was an obvious example of and yet he actually practiced meditation. Funny, she would have thought that to calm down he'd hunt small bunnies and throw rocks at them while cackling like a madman. As much fun as it was watching him do absolutely nothing she didn't like the feeling of being ignored either. Reina let out a heavy sigh as her drumming became progressively louder in an attempt to disturb the quiet in the room. He obviously had no respect for her as a warrior even though she had beaten him on the battlefield. It was annoying when he talked back to her but the fact that he was now outright annoying her pissed her off more then ever. With her eye set in a glare she pushed off the wall and walked closer to him so she was now just a foot away. Close enough that he'd definitely know she was there but if he actually tried to attack she'd have enough distance to be able to react and fight back accordingly. First you scream like crazy through the town center, you attack the royal guards in the throne room, then you insist on insulting me and now you're actually going to mediate? I might not like this situation but there is now way I will allow some beast like you to disrespect me in my own kingdom. Her voice was low and cold as her hands clenched into fists as if she was holding back from striking him right now. His whole attitude had annoyed her to no end and the fact that he attacked her men made her blood boil. Right now Reina was just another one of his little comments away from connecting her fist with his jaw and sending his head flying.