Thread: τςεασυςε οζ τθε δεμjηοδ (тreaѕυre oғ тнe deмιgod) +ḋɾ ¢υяισѕιту & тαℓιи+

Green eyes drank in the man that followed her father, flitting over him as though he were nothing. Strong angular features that spoke of a good birthing and a physique fit for a god. Knowing the type and knowing them well she did everything within her power not to turn her nose up at the arrogant male. Instead she kept her face decorated with a pleasant expression and continued greeting, as any well-bred princess should. Hearing her mother, just at her side, faun over the man made it even worse. Were so glad you are here, she heard her say. Our kingdom is yours, she heard her add and was near lashing out. Stoic face turned toward her mother and she placed a hand on her arm, trying in vain to rein her back in, lest she drop to the stone covered ground and kiss his sandal clad feet. We hope you will find yourself, welcome here. The words were literally a slap in the face, with that statement she knew her mother knew of the situation. However, Callie was still supposed to be in the dark so she only smiled in false agreement with her mother. With the distance in height she felt as though the male loomed over her. Hating feeling like such a tiny delicate creature, when she was anything but she knew her parents expected her to show gratitude and thankfulness in his presence. Lifting her eyes up to his, green eyes to green eyes, as he pressed her slender tan hand to his lips she smiled softly. When he lingered she knew it caused her eyes to widen a bit, but her smile did not falter. Pleasure to meet you, she returned with, refusing to acknowledge that he was anything to her. Who did he think he was toying with her in this way? Her soft smile remained in place as they stood there regarding one another. Thankfully her father cleared his stealing her attention from him for a moment. Ushering her to speak more with the man she flinched and drug her white teeth over the surface of her lower lip, before smiling up at him again. Dinner is served, Her father announced pressing forward escorting her mother toward the tables. His glare in her direction told her she was failing at holding his attention. She didnt care about keeping, let alone , gaining his attentions, but her father wanted this man to save them. The sheer size of him, along with his style of dress, led her to believe that he was a great warrior. the crest of Zeus emblazoned on the front of the chest plate he wore allowed her to know he was favored by the king of the gods. She held the gods in high regard. However, those that thought they were like the gods got under her skin. Glancing to the man at her side she slid her arm boldly through his and spoke, The feast in your honor, good sir, is this way. Smiling up at him she felt tiny as her small hand rested on his arm, his flesh hot under her cold fingers. He has a special seat saved for you, I believe. Looking up seeing her parents nod of approval made her want to drop her arm from his. She held his long fingers as he guided her up the stairs, giving him a single nod of thanks she split from him and took her seat next to her mother. She let her eyes trail after him as he took the seat of honor next to her father. He carried himself well she could appreciate that, from afar. Other than that she found him completely arrogant and utterly full of himself.