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

Just the sound of her name over his tongue made her shiver in bitter cold, as if from each syllable ice formed and froze her to her very core. Maybe she preferred to be called child or girl, it was better than having her name violated, if that was even possible. The smile that he had given her was no better. It was that same wolfish smile, the smile that implied 'Behave yourself or there will be punishment'. That implied comment was enough to make her hold back any insults that were forming in her head. Giving him a sidelong glance, she didn't like him. The way he held himself, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her as if she were something to eat, rather than a 'representative' for the city. The rumors might have been true, the rumors of him eating the hearts of those that never returned, to keep himself youthful. Mindlessly, her right hand pulled away from the locket and clutched her own heart in fear she may lose it to him. When he spoke again, she turned those beautiful green orbs towards him. Three hundred winters? So the rumors about you being immortal are. From you appearance, I wouldn't have guessed your age. Though his arrogance made her bite down on the inside of her cheek, the coppery taste of blood caressed her tongue, Highness if I may be again be bold, and this is with all due respect, ones age or years on this earth does not determine ones youth, it is their level of maturity, or acting like a child. If this offends you I am sorry, just passing on knowledge from my mother. No long was she clutching her chest any more, but rubbing her fingers against the smooth face of the locket. When she fell silent, when his eyes scanned over her face, she felt as if he was searching into her very soul. She could feel those black orbs just watching her, those predatory eyes. How she wanted to snap at him, to demand why he was stare at her so intently, if she was to do the same thing to him, he surly would demand why she was watching him, staring as she did. From his comments thus far, he would say something cold, something around the lines of staring was rude or something of the like. Already he was infuriating! His comment made her blood boil, she was not sure how much longer she would be able to take of his cold, bitterness, I have no children because I choose not to, nor have I implied that I wanted a husband, pretty or otherwise. Have you a wife highness, or perhaps an heir to your throne, surly one such as yourself, having lived in your palace for three hundred years. Or perhaps- and that was when she fell silent. She knew if she continued she would unleash all her fury on him. The continuation of the statement would have been 'surly living in such a big place, a wealthy such as yourself should have plenty of children running about screaming and acting like beasts.' But she had fallen silent, she needed to. With an agitated huff, Odette turned her face back towards the prince and bowed her head, Forgive me, I was out of line, she already hated being in the carriage. Three days, she thought, three days and she could return home. When the carriage drew closer to his palace Odette turned her face away from the prince, needing to look at anything but him. Again he spoke, his voice was like nails on glass, Thank you highness. Was all she said before she fell silent again, her voice short and uncaring. Her gaze looked up towards the palace. Tall black walls, glaciers raising towards the sky like sparkling diamonds, and than disappearing behind a thick fog. The sun didn't seem to stay out for very long, it seems as if it was unwelcome to shine over the the Prince's palace. Through the gates they clambered, wasn't he worried of others coming into his 'lair' as it were. The castle looked more like a fortress, even if he did keep the gates open, from what Odette had seen of the magnificent castle, the thing screamed 'Go away!' When they pulled to a rolling halt, Odette watched the prince raise like a shadow to his feet, open the door and collect the heavy chest. It lifted it with ease, as if it was filled with feathers, what was he? Being beckoned as she was, Odette sighed heavily and followed his order, stepping from the carriage. Looking briefly over her should, she saw the driver give her a look, a look that he gave her said something, what that something was, she wasn't able to tell before he spun the carriage around and was gone. The last human contact she would have for three nights, Highness, might I inquire as to why you- Odette fell silent, her question being answered when she saw the stables. From afar they looked empty, perhaps at some point they were filled with horses, but now, they looked empty. Wolves, large ones at that, rushed out of those stables. They looked as if they were domestic pets, they yipped and whined at their master, even came to take a smell of her. Her heart was racing, surly they were going to eat her. Odette had not moved an inch by, she was more than a little grateful when a shrill whistle pierced the air, I suppose that answer my question about the gate. She murmured, unfolding the cloak she had draped over her arm. She slung it over her shoulders, nibbling at her lip the moment the warm fabric covered her skin. tag