Thread: Wife of the Dark Lord (w/Kosmik_Khaos)

Her eyes followed him until he had left the library. Even then she continued to stare at the doors as her mind started to drift between thought after thought. Thoughts of if she had offended him, thoughts of what was going to happen now, etc. Then it ended with what he has said. Wanting to know more than just her background. It was actually a strange comment. At least with it came to herself. From birth, if you were a noble then your actions were who you were. Even when she was young she had always been described in action only and never in trait. She shook it from her mind and went back to reading her book again. Leaving the thoughts to drift away and she dove into the world of words again. Yet the longer time etched on, the more she found herself stealing glances to where he had been. Few over a ten years she had been isolated with no one to talk to. Servants were forbidden really to interact with her. So for the first time in a long time, she had actually talked with someone. Talked without the context of orders or work. Eliza found she was craving more. Soon enough she found herself leaving the library as well to go back to her room in her wing of the castle. Dress and hair trailed behind a bit as she walked through the halls. In a hallway that overlooked the city beyond the castle walls, she stopped and gazed down at it. People were rushing home to their families. Children lingering in the streets to play just a bit more before dinner. Her keen eyes observed the small movements and flickering lights. She took in a deep breath and then relaxed herself as she breathed out. Hesitantly, she brought herself away from the peaceful sight and into her room she went. Her eyes looked around again. Standing in the door frame she took in the rich elegant room and the sounds that came with it. Which was no sounds at all. This prison of hers was a silent one, one devoid of life really. She was kept in a silent golden cage to sing when a command was given. Twelve entire years of being a shield. Yet her mind turned to the now very possible alternative. Being a woman. She wondered what future that meant for her. What she would have to do. Well she really didn't have to wonder all that much. Same thing as anyone woman. She shuddered and she entered the room. The thought terrified her. Was it foolish that she wanted to hold out hopes that he would leave the fate of the throne empty. Let the lands once again separate and disperse. Perhaps, as selfish as it was, that it was foolish. Delicately, she laid down on the bed to nap until dinner was called. The routine seemed to continue after that talk. Like he had never really spoken at all. As if it was a nightmare that she had. It was the same as normal. They ate different times, he never tried to talk to her again. It was back to how it was. Yet the more time passed. She had again the strange notion that she preferred to speak with him again. The servants were terrified due to the past of possessiveness on his part. Protecting his shield even from possible inside dangers. Back in the days of war when that very well might have been a danger. Yet still, it has yet to be see that the rule had changed. He was the only one that she could talk to in this place and she was dying for conversation. It was yet another day in the library. She had a book opened in her lap, yet her gaze was out a window with him sitting not to far away. Eliza was building up the courage to speak to him. Her eye drifted slightly over to him. It shouldn't be that hard. He was her husband and that meant that she should be free to speak to him, right? Even if it wasn't, she shouldn't be so scared. He was harsh but not a tyrant. He'd correct her if it was something she wasn't allowed to do. Her eyes went back to the city outside. Her incredibly long hair was pulled back and tied up. While it wasn't so long as to cause problems, it was long enough to trail on the floor a bit behind her. Her eyes caught something and she visably became interested. It seemed to be some type of festival or circus. Immediately, questions arose. Was it a traditional thing? Wandering circus that got permission to set up and perform? She adjusted in her seat. Her legs which had been leisurely extended now were folded under her as she propped herself a bit higher to get a bit more view of it. Her eyes hesitantly gazed back to him as she cautiously asked,So, um... Is there a festival going on? Her eyes darted to once again to the vibrant and festive colored flags and decor that had caught her attention in the first place before focusing on him.