Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

In that instant, Evelyn felt naught but an overwhelming sense of relief. Is he not required to satisfy his Mistress in ways which she has heard about in explicit detail throughout the years? Is he not required to do so? Mother has sat her down many a time, taken her hand into hers, and explained what happens in the bedroom between a man and a woman, despite her pleas and protests. In a way she herself is a slave, but to the expectations that which are tangled in the title of Princess. Tears stinging her eyes, Evelyn lifted her head up a tad to blink rapidly, to be rid of the evidence before it comes to be. Yes. It is most likely for the best they do not go through with this preposterous idea. He may believe she can never disappoint him however, he knows little of her, and that remains to be seen. Evelyn knows she is not the most appealing or attractive of women. Most men seem captivated by Lillias flirtatious smile, or Avelines womanly figure. It is not an idea she relishes, having to endure his dismay, or his scrutiny. A hand protecting what little dignity she has left, Evelyn looked at him from over a shoulder and offered him a ghost of a smile. It was weak, true, but it was sincere. Is that true? she dared ask of him. I do not have to lay with you? Why does Mother insist he sleep where she does? Follow her, wherever she may go? Is she not allowed any privacy? Evelyn had to swallow the questions down, else give them voice when he himself have no answers to provide. No, instead she chose to preoccupy herself with the dress itself, being that she cannot handle the laces of her corset. A hand brushed over the fabric, as though to be rid of wrinkles however, there was none to be seen. I am unhappy, Evelyn chose to confess at long last, in the oppressive presence of the awkward tension which had befallen them. I am, but I do not think it is anything you can resolve. I believe what is within your power, though is to tie my laces of my corset, so I may pretend as though I never offered such a ridiculous idea in the first place. A soft laugh wove through the quiet, but it was just as weak as her smile earlier, and so, the notes crumbled and fell apart. Evelyn kept her eyes down as he moved forward to do just that, her heart racing entirely too fast for her liking. How embarrassing, this situation is. It is a shame she does not have the ability to wipe clean their minds, to erase the memory and it would not be so easy to cast aside this fluttery feeling. More cuddling? Evelyn twisted to face him once he was through, hands tucked neatly behind her back while she considered this option. It is not very productive, if she was to be honest with him. It will be a waste of time to continue cuddling. An insubstantial smile gracing her lips, Evelyn could not refrain from brushing her hands over the skirts of her gown or from shuffling nervously under that hopeful gaze. What does he expect of her-? Did she not say she will keep him? What is he hopeful for? As sweet as your offer is, I think I have had my fill of cuddling she told him ever so gently, though she had no hope of swallowing down the laugh bubbling up. I apologize if this sounds ignorant of me, but why ask me of my name? I thought slaves use only Master or Mistress to address their Evelyns words trailed off, bright blue eyes blinking at the wolf anthromorph, though it was not long before color risen in order to brush pink over her pale features. A hand rose to brush against a hot cheek. ... So be it, Evelyn continued on a sigh, despite the fact pink had darkened to a rosy red. My name is Evelyn. You may call me by my name if it so pleases you, I have no preference. I do have to admit, I do not care for the idea of being called Mistress. Her nose crinkled at the thought, but her expression of displeasure melted within moments into something softer, more gentle. I do not have anything I need you to do. I cannot think of anything, either however, if you wish to join me in the library, you may. I would not mind the company, long as it is quiet. Evelyn bent and offered him a hand to use to get up off the floor, her other buried in fabric. A few pieces of gold swayed forward as she did so, framing the smile she chose to give. It is surprising, given the current circumstances that which she obtained a slave, of all things. To be honest, Evelyn expected to receive a necklace heavy under the weight of sapphires and topaz, or a bracelet sparkling with rubies, but not him. Never him. Mother used to give such gifts, so she is curious how did she get the idea of buying a slave for her most introverted of daughters? It had to have been planted by someone else, or did inspiration strike? Did she notice a woman at court with a slave? I just hope I do not bore you, Evelyn told him, eyes shifting away so she can no longer meet his gaze. I I am told I am too quiet, I am too reserved. It is part of the reason I say I would not know what to do with you Uh oh. Does it sound as though she is turning him away again? Evelyn realized this too late and, flustered, fought to clear her throat. I suppose it shall take time to get accustomed to your presence here she decided to say next in the hopes that any possible misunderstandings are put to rest.