Thread: The Lady's Pet (Mach and HeyThereLittleBear)

He seemed amused in how she viewed him, perhaps because he was from a land that still believed in the creatures of old how could they not? They still walked the earth, but she knew that he was also amused by the wonder in her eyes. Those eyes hadnt left him for long after a moment and she was interested in watching the golden orbs gleam as his mind worked, her lips curling just a bit. He was a handsome creature, even if he wasnt of her own race, and that she could tell without being from his land. Just as important? Now that was hard for her to believe, because she had read about the men and women his kind had once served and they had been royalty, worshipped by millions and some even seen as demi-gods. She was a wealthy woman by blood but that didnt make her anything close to royalty, and she doubted that she would ever do anything of merit that would put her to that status. I think You must be mistaken. Im just a girl. But maybe he saw something in her that she didnt, as he was a creature that viewed the world in a much different manner, driven not by the forces that pushed man into its endless pursuit to fill the empty void in their hearts, but by the instincts that lead their kind en masse to be subservient to mere mortals. She found it hard to grasp that something so powerful would remain such a gentle creature simply because he felt the need to serve her and protect her, as if she were something more than just another mortal like the others. He was several times her age and so many times more powerful But yet she was his ruler. His next question caught her somewhat off guard, as it was one shed heard so many times from those that didnt know of her personality or her demeanor behind closed doors. In public, she presented the face that her father had trained into her - quiet and reserved, soft when spoken to and pliant as most women ought to be. Her true personality was anything but, as she had learned that though she was an animal caged and put on display, that didnt take away any of her nature. She was in truth a creature born from fire and flames, with the passion of man in her heart and the will of something so much more than the meek woman John Gooding had hoped a young woman of good breeding would be. My parents would greatly love for me to wed, they however do not approve of me living on my own without a spouse to care for me. She said, glancing out one of hte windows to the world below, where she could still see her parents having a discussion in the front lawn, My mother was attacked in the marketplace when seeds for her garden. My father is not known for his tact or for his compassion towards those of the lower class and it has bred hostility into the people that rent from his other properties on the lower end of town. Theres rumors of someone planning a way to force my father to have mercy on his tenants but nothing specific has come forth. Maybe with you in the picture hell permit me to find residence of my own. Elizabeth turned her attention back to him, away from the windows shed been looking out her entire life, to examine the creature that was so very new to her still, What do you think of England and our people?