Thread: Against the Dark Ones (Emperor_Nero and I)

Teysa looked down at the bracelet she had slipped on as he spoke. Of course he was now just letting her know more of the details once it was around her slender wrist. This whole habit he seemed to have of not telling her everything was getting under her skin but she had to not show it, there would be time later hopefully. Then again, if the bracelet would let them both be able to stay alive longer there was some benefit to it. Nodding her head sightly she strolled out of the room still feeling odd in the smaller elven dress that showed off her human figure almost a bit too much. If she was to marry this man though this dress was nothing compared to what he would get to see very very soon. Thank you, I just need sleep and my items returned to me. Rest will Prince Ethril, She slid her small hand off his arm and bowed into the room before shutting the door as polite as she could. Soon as it was she ran to the large bed, grabbed up a pillow, and the scream that had been caught in her throat finally came out. It was full of anger, despair, and weariness. Kicking off her boots she fell back onto the bed her face still hidden in the pillow. It was so soft and comforting, it had been sometime since she had the chance to lay in an actual bed and the young human princess was out for the count. Someone was in her room. She knew it the moment she woke up, even though her eyes stayed shut. Listening she knew the footsteps were too heavy for an elf, unless there was a well fed one walking around, and Teysa sat up. Sometime during the night she had shifted to the center of the bed and managed to be under the covers but the elven dress still clung to her body like a second skin. Her black hair fell in curls around her as her grey eyes fell on Tarkus who was walking around while he munched on a fruit that he had plucked from the basket. Good Morning Princess, I figured you would be awake before me, The young man grinned at her then sat down in the one chair provided letting out a sigh. Good Morning Tarkus, I am glad to see you are well, Teysa threw her legs off the side of the bed then went about lacing her boots back on. She noticed in the corner her items had been returned to her. I need to change. Go find the Prince and make sure we are ready to leave shortly, She quipped at him and the tall young man nodded leaving the room without a second thought, though Teysa was sure he had lewd images in his mind. It took her not long at all to be back in her dark leather armor she was known for wearing. The small blades she kept around her thigh had been sharpened and the metal on her shoulders, arms, and legs had been polished as well. Keeping her sword strapped to her side she walked out of the room having left the dress draped over the side of the bed she had made out of habit and looked around. Where would Ethril be? The golden cuff was safe under her guantlent but she could feel it pulsing around her skin when she thought of the Elven Prince. That could be a good or bad thing. Her strong quick strides got her to the room they had been in the night before to discuss the beginning of the war plans but she paused at the door. Even though there was no way she knew if he was inside or not she had to take a moment. They were about to go against a massive Drow army, her head had to be right. Teysa had men to lead and to keep alive, the thought of having to marry this elf was not letting her have a clear head. The real reason she had asked for a week was to not have even more thoughts entering her head, or new experiences. The battle was more important to her than any royal decree made without her consent. Taking in a breath she straightened herself and opened the door wondering if she was right that he would be in here.