Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

It was Rook approaching her that had panic clambering about inside her chest, clutching at her heart intensely -to the point it robbed her of breath. How did she not realize this sooner? He is so much larger than she and of course she knew this before, but she did not realize how much so until right then. How big is he? Truly? Six feet tall? Seven? Luckily Evelyn did not have long to consider this before he was kneeling behind her, presenting a teal dress. It does happen to be one of her favorites, and technically speaking, it is not blue A small, wry smile pulling at the corners of her lips, Evelyn did not say a word as he began to put it on her. It did surprise her, however, that he chose to speak up at that very moment. Hm? Evelyn twisted her head about in an attempt to hear him better, seeing as how his voice is no louder than a murmur but A squeak broke free of her lips not even two seconds later, heat licking at her features anew. Wh-What was that?! It was warm, and wet, and completely unexpected. A hand darted up to press against her mouth, but of course it was useless to try and hide her embarrassment. Why did he do such a thing? And why did it feel so good? It is impossible to think straight, to pick apart the reasons why when her heart is pounding so hard especially when she cannot see why Mother thought it may be a good idea to give her a slave as a gift. Evelyn fought to swallow past the hard lump in her throat, once, twice, and even then it was incredibly difficult to speak up and answer. Why is her mouth so dry? I I am fine, she replied, albeit hoarsely, closing her eyes in order to preserve what little dignity she has left to her name. I do appreciate your concern, but I am fine. Perhaps if she says it enough times, the lie will no longer be that, but the truth before very long. Evelyn brushed a hand over her cheek, just to release a sigh and open her eyes. It is stressful to have him close as it is, to have him get involved in things that which she rather he not be. How much more can she take-? Once he was through with the dress, she chose to do her hair herself, sitting before the mirror and pulling all the gold back into a simple bun pinned with a few ribbons to match. Dinner was quiet. Everyone was gathered together, which is rare in of itself, and though there were plenty of curious glances thrown their way no questions were asked. Evelyn learned something new, too Rook will not join them at the table, but instead sit beside her and he will not eat unless she has a plate made on his behalf. It is definitely unnerving to do so, and in front of several pairs of eyes. Not once did she speak, did she contribute to the conversation that every so often interrupted the silence. No. It just felt like after everything today, it was too much to expect of her. Besides, it is not as though she has anything to say. An hour trickled on past, and Evelyn could not help but be relieved once dessert was served. Normally she enjoys this course greatly, but it was not so tonight. As sad as it is to say, she just wants the day to be done and over with. Goodnight, Evelyn told her family, bowing her head ever so slightly before bending down to retrieve the leash. I hope you all rest well, and I shall see you in the morning. Evelyn likes the idea of having her breakfast in her private quarters, instead of under everyones scrutiny, but alas. A soft sigh left her lips upon returning and, free of the teal dress, sat before her mirror to get rid of the ribbons. Alone now, Evelyn chose to wear a light purple nightgown to bed, one of which happens to be a nice contrast against the rosy pink of her skin, against the gold of her hair and the blue of her eyes. It was of a pleasant lilac, with sheer sleeves that end just at the crook of the elbow, and coral-colored flowers are embroidered in exquisite detail down one side, all the way to the hem brushing at the young ladys ankles. I do not know about you, but I am exhausted, she told Rook over her shoulder, tendrils falling to frame her face as ribbon after ribbon is pulled free. Evelyn gathered her hair up off the back of her neck, but seconds later she let the threads slip between her fingers and tumble over her shoulders anew. I am just happy I shall greet a new day. Nothing will change, but tomorrow, she will not have to relive the events of today. Oh, I need to wash my face. Evelyn may not wear any cosmetics, like other noble ladies of court, but she thinks it to be a good habit regardless. I will do that first before brushing out my hair, she decided, moving so she may do just that.