Thread: Blood of the Fae (Alvis & Xana)

Etarlm knew very little but raw seething rage at teh judgement of the princess. The title held so little meaning to him that it was laughable. There were in fact Queens of the Courts, and there was in Fact the Queen of Air and Darkeness above them all, but there were no princesses among them. The Ladies of the various courts, the Winter Lady, who served as the second in power to the Queen, but princess? Never. Suitable? She dared utter such a phrase to one such as he? Were he unbound, he would have unleashed the full force of his power and will upon her, but he had no such option. WHen she called for his name, Etarlm turned to Hargrim, raising a brow in question. The COld Iron Warrior sighed, adn produced a small key, moving to the back of Etarlm's head. A faint clicking sound came, and the plate of metal over his mouth came free. He worked his jaw experimentally to work the stiffness out, horror brewing on his face adn in his mind that he could feel such a thing! His kind were buoyed by their power, and here, with it deied him he felt nearly...mortal. It was a sobering, terrifying thought that he might have been cast so low as to be on their own level, with naught but his wits and his mind at his disposal. He blinked as that thought occurred to him, and then looked back to the princes. The closer he looked at her, the more traits he could pick out that spoke of her heritage. He knew well the traditions of this land, every generation the heir tot he throne would be wed to a Sidhe bride, an exile, and such had been for nearly as long as Etarlm had been conducting the exiles, making it a long time indeed. He supposed that made this nation long lasting in it's existence. His scrutiny of the princess stretched on for a moment, he let the silence, his lack of reply hang in the air, still looking at her. Among the courts she wouldm likely be seen as an attractive specimen, something to take note of. Here in the mortal realm, she was likely the kind of beauty that wars might be fought over. My name, is... He hesitated, knowing that such a thing could be harmful to him. He had not dealt with mortals in such a manner in so very long. ...Etarlm. he supplied. it was a name that he had used among humans, one they had themselves given him in ages past. It was a safe name, not one that carried any stored power in it's nature. But depending on how well this nation had kept it's tales, one might know him. He was in them after all, and more than once. He spared a glance to the queen, seeing if he still held any recall of her. And he did. Of course he did, he had been banishing exiles for countless generations. She ahd been no different than the last exile, though she at least had the good fortune to be taken by this nation, married off and made queen. He had a slow coming smile on his face when he turned back tot eh princess. Escape. It was on his mind, and he had none of hte powers to make such a thing easy. He had never been in such a state before, so why not see where it led him? New experiences were a rarity to his kind, jaded as they were, and this provided him with just the sort of thing he had sought after. A challenge. And to whom do I speak? he asked, his voice no longer packed with teh scorn adn disdain it had held, now taking on a calm, almost amused tone. The SIdhe were known to be mercurial, and for good reason.