Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Fenice listened to them her hands moving fluidly over the board, pieces falling to the side as they went. His eyes catching hers at every instance caused her to smile. Some blushing on her part when she lingered too long. The name of Lord Winter caused her blood to run cold, she hated the way the man looked at her. Hungry in a way that made her skin crawl the look differed from the looks of Neebo. She swallowed hard and glanced up at him. She didnt want Lord Winter and prayed he could see that. Licking her lips, she continued with the game, barely listening to the men talk of betting and odds, something Fenice stayed away from. Biting at her lip, she concentrated or at least attempted to concentrate on the game. She heard the confidence with which he spoke of being sure that he could and would win. The magnitude of his concentration on the conversation while playing chess surprised her, she tried not showing it but she was finding herself lost in one and then the other. She thought she heard Neebo mention Boris and her cousins. But she was watching the board more closely than the conversation at this point. Glancing up at Neebo her eyes light on the diamond. Looking at her father Fenice can only shake her head in stunned disbelief, her face matching that of her fathers. The game forgotten for the moment. She listens to them conspire, agreeing wholeheartedly. She knew how her father felt and he would feel as though he owed the man something, anything. However, the knights next words cause her to blush furiously. Fenice continues moving her pieces, concentration fully blown at this point. When Mathilde moans her focus regains but it is too late. Doing everything she could think to keep herself alive but it is all in vain. Drawing in a long slow breath, she accepts defeat. Ill accept defeat when it comes from a worthy opponent. She smiled up at Neebo as they walked away leaving them only with a yawning maid. Slipping her hand into his she also smiles, Yes I think that might do the trick. Rising she turns to Mathilde, Please retire to my sitting room, I shall be plenty safe in Sir Hargiks watch. She blushes turning her attention to Neebo. Where would you like to start, I believe your room is on the third floor in the East wing mine is the same but the West. She wrapped her hand around his forearm, or as near to it as she could. The paleness of her skin to his was very noticeable this way, but it thrilled her to no end. The courtyard would be cold at this hour, though in the summer it is lovely with the rose bushes and other blooming flowers. She smiled up at him, The dining hall you have seen and well the library Other than that, we have the courtyard, gardens, ballroom. The throne room and bedrooms, various sitting and meeting rooms and a multitude of bedrooms. She paused guiding him along a small corridor toward the kitchen noticing he had very little at dinner. Im glad that you and I can finally have a moment alone, you have intrigued me all day. Why is it now that you come to us Neebo? His name is a whisper from her lips fear that someone would hear the familiarity in her tone. Fenice needed to say his name aloud and had held back all day.