Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

No. Wait. What? Evelyns heart flopped inside her chest, only for an unfamiliar feeling to seize it. How can she explain this plainly-? It is not as though he did anything wrong. It was not him that did anything wrong, it was her overbearing mother. Is it really so hard to see that-? Evelyn nibbled on her lip, the pink flesh darkening to a rosy red from the abuse while she contemplated what to say next. A hand began to play with the tips of several curly gold threads, portraying everything she cannot put into words as of yet. Nerves danced about in the pit of her stomach, as though she had eaten butterflies for breakfast instead of bread and strawberries. Dark red evident upon her cheeks, Evelyn dared to steal a glance at him from over a shoulder. His depression is thick in the air, nearly palpable nearly suffocating her to the point where she can barely breathe. The tips of her ears feel hot. N-No, I am I am not your Mistress, she chose to deny, first and foremost. It seemed to be as good of a place to start as any. I am not. I I am sorry, but I did not I did not purchase you I I was only the Why can she not say it?! Evelyn is having trouble putting her words together. A hand lifted to brush pieces of hair behind an ear, though it only served as a distraction from the situation, however brief it may be. It was difficult to swallow past the lump in her throat. I...I did not say you did anything wrong, did I? Evelyn decided to ask gently, twisting about to face him now. Her hands nervously brushed over the skirt of her dress, just to bury in the blue fabric after a heartbeat or so. A certain slant of light fell in through the window off to the girls left, rippling over gold, over the topaz blue of her eyes and the sapphire blue of her gown. Many men have pursued this young woman over the years. It was always a mystery to her as to the reason why, being that she has older sisters far more beautiful, more charming. Evelyn went to kneel in front of him, and though she hesitated to do so, she reached out to gently lift his head up off the floor. A ghost of a smile played along her lips. Not once did I imply you did anything wrong nor did I suggest you are not good enough. I do apologize, though, if I gave that impression. It seems easier to speak to him now, while she is explaining her reasoning. How strange. Evelyn sat back on her heels, hands resting neatly in her lap. I am not your Mistress. You are not my slave, nor I your master. I I was just a recipient of you, and I I have no need for a slave, nor do I feel comfortable with the idea of accepting you. Is she making any sense? No, a better question is does it matter? A slave has the mindset of complete and total obedience, from what she understands. In other words she may very well be wasting her breath trying to make him feel better. Evelyn let out a soft sigh. I am not going to punish you. I am not angry with you, and I see no reason to hit you, when I could speak my mind to the one who has angered me. Now. Come. Rise. I will see to it you are dressed before we go. I cannot bring you before my mother with nothing on. Evelyn averted her eyes quickly, a fresh wave of red replacing her previous blush. I-I I should go and see if I can fetch you something to wear. I have no pants to offer you. I have only gowns. I I will go and Evelyn found herself lost for words once again, and yet she did not feel the need to recover her composure. Everything that needs saying has been said already. A hand passed over a hot cheek nervously. Let me just It was not easy to rise from this position, but she managed to do so gracefully, and of course she felt compelled to run her hands over her skirt once again. I will be right back Evelyn stammered, retreating quickly.