Thread: Winter's Kiss (Ursus Peregrinus & Candy_demon21)

It hadn't been but a few minutes before someone came into the room, Odette though had not been paying attention, she expected it to be the prince. When a girl's voice pulled Odette from day dreaming, she jumped and turned wild green eyes towards the young woman. I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep, nightmares. The raven haired woman smiled shyly, turning her eyes back towards the flickering light of the remaining embers. When the woman commented about 'the master' Odette couldn't help but roll her eyes, Isn't he kind. She growled, pulling the fur close to her body, his imagine in her mind alone was enough to cause a spell of cold to wash over her. Odette had been completely taken by surprise when the young woman hauled her up to her feet and began to drag her about the keep, the word bath was all she had heard, by the gods the man wasn't a complete animal, Odette thought with a wicked little grin. She had expected the prince to have nothing, no clothes, no place for a bath, not even servants like this girl. The surprised never ended when it came to him, she thought bitterly. Looking over the girl, Odette admitted that the girl was pretty, and she looked about to be her own age. Good, someone Odette could pry answers from.As she continued to take in the girl's appearance, from the corner of her eyes, a perfectly formed, burn or perhaps what scar, wrapping around the girl's wrist. It was formed in the shape of a long fingered hand, only one person was cruel enough to consider branding his servants. This had not been the first time she had seen this marking. Forgive me ma'am but, that scar around your wrist, where did you get it? I noticed the carriage driver had one as well, but on his arm. Does the prince have some sort of desire to brand his servants with a hand, showing his never ending ownership on them? Or perhaps it gets his blood heated, which I doubt his royal coldness could even get heated from that OR a woman. Her voice dripped with poison, memories of their brief but sickening conversations filled her head. When the young woman gave her name, Odette smiled, Petra hm? Pretty name, I'm Odette. Please don't call me ma'am or lady, or whatever other insufferable terms...Ivan told you to call me? She raised an slender eyebrow, surly that was not the prince's name, From the sounds of it, that is not the prince's name, either way Petra, just call me Odette, please. Though her next comment made Odette want to stop in her tracks, Join the Master for breakfast hm? Lovely, another outing in which that narcissistic, egotistical, foul mannered monster and I are stuck in the same room. Oh how I look forward to it and hearing more foul likes spill from those lips today. By the time they had reached their destination, warm air filled her lungs for the first time in what felt like ages, all the tension, all the anger that had been freezing her over like the snow in mid-February, began to melt away the moment the thick steam kissed her skin gently. Odette had be so lost in insulting the prince that the bath wasn't even observed until they were literally standing in front of it. Stepping away from Petra, Odette looked towards the waters and sighed,her first instinct was to just jump in and the waters calm her, but she refrained and began the process of peeling the wrinkled clothes from her cold form. When Petra spoke, she rolled her eyes, I'm sure high royal painfulness gave you those instructions directly. If I must hurry than yes, please. I know it is a lot to ask, but I appreciate your help. When Odette stood naked in the room, she almost shuttered at the feel of the steam against her bare skin. By the gods it was heavenly. Dipping a toe into the warm waters, an audible moan slipped between her parted lips the warmth welcoming. Sinking into the water, Odette let the warm waters and the steam ease the cold from her bones. Sinking down deeper into the bath, up to her collar bones, Odette smiled at Petra, If you have other things to do today other than baby sit me, you can point me in the direct of a library, or leave me at my room. I know how to get from my room to the great hall, those two rooms should be enough place to keep me occupied. She almost wanted to throw in a quick ' staying away from his highness was on the top of the 'to do' list'. But thank you for helping me. This castle is a prison, I have but two more days of this place and then I can leave and never return. She sounded cold, and she knew it, but it was the prince that had left such a bad taste in her mouth. Odette's eyes flicked up to Petra and she smiled, Forgive me, I would rather be a frozen statue than have to deal the prince any longer than I have to. He- he's such a cold beast! Blaming my mother for his curse, for his lack of heart, this 'half life' as he continues to refer to it. Petra, how can you stand such a cold hearted man, take orders from him, do his bidding and not once objected to some of his outlandish requests? I would rather meet the end of his blade like my father did than stay here an eternity. tag