Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Evelyn closed her eyes, trying to ignore the loosening of the laces, how her heart had dropped into the chasm that is her stomach. It is somewhat surprising how dexterous his large fingers are, but she did not anticipate him taking off the wretched corset so quickly, nor he to go so far as to remove her dress as well. Nerves jumped about in her chest where her heart is supposed to be when the air licked at her exposed skin, and it required every ounce of willpower she had not to make a noise surely to embarrass her later. It was impossible to ignore how soft his hands were, however how incredibly warm they were against the chill of her skin, though. Is that the reason why wolf anthromorphs are known to be best lovers-? Evelyn swallowed past the lump in her throat once she was free of lace and silk, and despite the fact his eyes did not linger upon her improperly she could not fight against the impulse to hide her body from view. An arm wrapped tightly about her breasts. It is very unnerving, being almost completely naked in front of a stranger. Yes, he is being respectful but it is still making her heart race. It did come as a surprise Rook had gone on to fold her clothes, stacking it all in a neat pile before her. Y-You can just set those aside, Evelyn told him, the words no louder than a whisper. A maid will come in later to fetch my dirty things. What is she to wear to dinner-? It is not as though she spared the issue a thought before giving him permission to work on her corset. Evelyn shuffled uneasily, biting her lip while thinking of what to say. I I have no preference, so you can just grab anything, she murmured, not meeting his expectant gaze. How is he comfortable with these circumstances?! Is it because of his training? A hand came up to brush over a hot cheek, though she doubts it will hide the evidence of her embarrassment. I just wore blue, thus I think it will be better if my evening attire is anything but, she continued, trying to speak clearly and without stuttering. Blue does happen to be her favorite color, however Mother has told her on many an occasion that wearing such a dreary color over and over again gives the impression she herself is just as dull, if not more so. Could it be her way of implying she needs to wear brighter colors-? It makes sense. Mother may like to wear soft, subtle colors in contrast to her beautiful red hair, but it was always a variety green and blue and purple and pink. Not once does Evelyn ever remember the Queen looking less than regal. A hand lingering on her cheek, Evelyn let her gaze shift to out through the window to the world beyond. As a Princess, she must take into account how others see and think of her when she is out and about even if the crown will never rest upon her head. No, the only way she can be a Queen is if she marries a Prince in line for the throne and the chances of that happening are very slim. Evelyns older sisters will be the first to marry. More than likely, she will marry for the sake of an alliance. Both arms wrapped about her at this point in time, Evelyn blinked and went to glance at him over her shoulder, wondering what is taking him so long.