Thread: Faerie Wonderland (Zaila and Styx)

Kyria waited for the creature to heed her command, but he stalled, speaking his piece. Unfortunately, the thing was making sense and, as much as she didn't wish to admit it, she was actually considering going back on her decision. Perhaps she had been too quick in her refusal... Perhaps in doing that it meant she let her emotions rule her rather than logic? No... She had refused because she was weighing the option of it possibly being a trap and given the already performed acts of the prince it wouldn't surprise her if he -did- have an ambush planned. Suddenly, she felt like the whole world was on her shoulders. Everything depended on her. The kingdom, the future of it, and the hope of keeping it in one piece. Once more fingers tightened on the arms of her throne, silver lashes knitting as she inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to keep the anger boiling beneath her skin from worming its way into her voice. You are very wise. Your Master was smart in choosing you as a messenger. Despite trying to keep the rage from her voice, she still couldn't help but speak through gritted teeth. I am definitely considering this second option that you speak of. Now...only one question remains, where to have it? It seemed she was asking the creature, but she started speaking again immediately. Plenty of the outlying towns know of your Master's advances and the threat that is inherent to them. Is he so foolish to think that there won't be a riot should he come into a town? There will be... I can guarantee it. So, we have to figure out a place that is secluded enough to keep the people oblivious to our meeting. She rose from the throne and went to the window again, her gaze landing on the court chamber behind the castle. It wasn't an upground chamber, it was beneath the water, held in a glass dome. We will meet in the court chamber. He'll know of which one I speak of and what precautions to take to ensure he can breathe easily. I will meet him at five o'clock this afternoon. I will have two guards with me and he is only allowed to bring two as well, along with... she turned, forcing herself to say the word without feeling her stomach tighten in painful knots. You. Now leave me court. You have your answer and your meeting. You have nothing else to say to me so I demand you leave and quit dirtying my palace with your vile nature. Granted he left, she would turn and look at the flames on the wall. The third one was completely gone and now the second one was fading which meant after this meeting she had only one more day to make her decision before her kingdom fell at the hands of the Unseelie. Kyria was well aware of the sacrifices that needed to be made. The life of one for the salvation of many, but she wasn't even in her twenties yet. That maturity level, that acceptance of what was best for the bigger picture, was years away. Sighing, she turned from the window and settled back into her throne, going over the words the man had said. Something stuck out in her mind now. Something she hadn't registered when it was originally said. There will be no aggressive actions taken against you or your country until your final decision is made. What did he mean by -until?- She was quite aware of the savage nature of the Unseelie, but would he really make her life a living hell the moment the marriage was consummated? Her stomach was churning in knots again and her fingers quickly snapped. Icewyne, now! One of the maids jumped to attention to fetch her the strong liquor. Once it was in her fingers, she saw the world spinning and tilted her head back, giving into the buzz of the alcohol. It was probably the only relaxed moment she would have for the rest of her life.