Thread: The Pact (Walrus and Darkest_Fate)

The blackness of the room was now not nearly as crushing, as Nimue realized. Whether it was due to the Kirin's influence or simply her own exhaustion abating the girl found her eyes adjusting the lack of the light, able to pick out the Kirin remarkably easily. Eyes tracing the faint contours of the spirit's back for a brief moment, Nimue would quickly shift her attention towards one of the nearby walls. Amusement? She repeated, blinking. Before she'd taken the crown the girl had more time then she knew what to do with Yet the moment her father died it felt as though every waking minute was spent dealing with one issue or another. Books I suppose. Painting as well. My mother said that it was a good way of relaxing. Her mother had been known throughout the city for her artistic talent, with some of her work having even found its way into neighboring countries. I don't have time for such things anymore though. For whatever reason a part of Nimue felt as though she'd missed the point of the Kirin's question. As for rest- She hesitated, about ready to deny her inherent exhaustion. Yet she'd wisen up. ...I suppose I do need too. Even with the spirit's influence she could still feel some traces of exhaustion, and there was no denying that passing out would do the young girl few favors. The last couple of nights had been utterly sleepless, time spent either dealing with the heckling nobles or setting things up for the ritual. Sleep was very much needed. I'll lead you to my chambers. Bowing her head as though a servant would the girl turned about, moving towards the closed iron door. She'd taken note of the strange look the Kirin had given her, that hint of lust making the queen quiver. The girl would do her best to pay it no mind however. She was no doubt just imagining things. As if a spirit as great as the Kirin would be beholden to such carnal desires. Was that simply wishful thinking on my part? The mere thought disgusted her. It was insulting to the Kirin to think such things. Genwin had already left by the time Nimue left the chambers, her own orders to ensure that he could not implicated. The rest of the castle was mostly asleep, and while there was the occasional guard patrolling about they would for obvious reasons do little more than bow to the passing queen and invisible companion. It would not be long until they arrived in Nimue's private chambers, an unsurprisingly spacious room. A massive bed lay in the center, covered in silk sheets that bore not even a single wrinkle. A desk lay in the corner, a stack of papers and an inkwell atop it. The closet was closed, yet one would be able to catch a glimpse of silk and velvet through the crack. Despite its size there wasn't much to be seen, and as a whole it was remarkably sterile. Nimue stepped foot in here less often then she'd like and as such the room remained mostly tidy. ...ah. Tiredness returning the girl made her way to the bed, turning about and falling onto her back. Arms spread and legs dangling over the side, she'd feel her stomach grow taut. This feels...so good... Oh, ah. She'd crane her neck, Is there anything that you wish? I realize that a great spirit such as you probably has no taste for food or drink, but of you wish for something I'll do my best to provide it. It's the least I can do.