Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

It didnt take long at all for the princess to snap Daycen out of his display of affection. The occasional tenderness between the two was certainly as absent as it could possibly be from his sisters side. He immediately felt a fool, a bit embarrassed, but far angrier. How dare she speak to him in such a way? Clearly, she had forgotten her place, he convinced himself once more, as he so often had. The rage was boiling inside of him, despite being acutely aware that this was the very reaction Solveig wanted. The sister knew the brother, to be sure. His fists did, indeed, ball into fists. His eyes narrowed and creases tightened his handsome face, a fearsome look across his features with his upper lip beginning to move upward into a snarl. It seemed she needed to be reminded yet again. And he was just about to when The adrenaline rush had him trembling as he tried to calm himself near instantly. Only seconds away of grabbing his dear sister and taking her against the wall. His breath was ragged when he exhaled, acknowledging the guard. Very well, then. Tell the innkeeper I will join him in a moment. He managed to get through, as it seemed Solveig wasnt about to offer up her own niceties. More than a bit frustrated, Daycen returned to his room to adorn himself in something more suiting for his station. He would choose something simple, but effective. With the summoned help of a couple of servant girls, he adorned himself in the fine clothing of his home kingdom. A short, navy blue, overcoat hung tight over his shoulders. The buttons remained unclasped, showing a shade of blue lighter for a buttoned vest, embroidered with their sigil. Plain white beneath that. The collar of the jacket rose close around his neck. Dark, fitting, breeches fit into boots just as dark. Already thoroughly pissed from the encounter with Solveig, the bother to dress himself back to royal standards only fed the aggravation. Alas, a prince must do his part. And so the conversation of bandits and supper and drinking came. All the while his eyes wandered toward the festivities of the room with Solveig mingling with the commoners. His appetite was ruined. Even the drinks tasted bitter, though he could handle as much for the sake of the effect. Id be happy to personally drive these bandits from your lands, Innkeep, but an outfit of the Kingdoms finest men will have to do for you. Daycen joked lightly and the Innkeeper expressed oh, many, many, thanks, milord. Daycen promised he would send a messenger on the morrow, as none would dare pester him this fine evening. Another cup and another, the appropriate amount of leisure conversation and such. Gods, would it ever end? He found himself scanning the room for his sister again, watching her slip away from a grabby bard and then away from the crowd. He was surprised there was none to be escorted away and put to the sword. Their meeting was wrapping up, the details given and the promise made. The bandits could truly be only a threat to an Inn and its road. Daycen was certain it could be handled swiftly with little, if any, casualties. Primitive mountain dwellers with their rusted, dull, swords and baskets for armor. It would be a pathetic display against an armed unit. The thought of battle excited Daycen, though it wouldnt be his own. He was off to play at weddings and plots. If the prince couldnt get the satisfaction of combat, there was another way to put this energy to use. Dont worry yourself a second more, all will be taken care of. Daycen ended with as he stood, bidding his farewell and all of that. He went in search of his sister now. The drinking left his body warm and the clothes that gripped his body all the more uncomfortable. He tugged at the collar, loosened the vest and the undershirt. He found her, the barrel of wine looking to be her goal. The fucking mouth on you, princess. He spoke with disdain. The way she got to him, it was like nothing else. He grabbed at her wrist and tugged her to him, no matter her position or what she was currently sipping away at. His free hand came up and went down as he gave a hard slap against her pale cheek. He wanted to bruise her pretty little face, let her find an excuse for it tomorrow. He pushed her back against the heavy barrels. I want something, sweet sister. And Im going to take it.