Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Mistress? Evelyn repeated, only to bring up a hand as she struggled not to laugh. It is awkward to be addressed as such, almost embarrassing, even but it seems he is not going to listen. From what she understands that should not be so surprising. Slaves have to undergo vigorous training in order to be prepared for a Master or Mistress. More than likely, he will not accept it any other way. It is all he knows. I suppose that is the closest I will ever come to hearing my name. A hand rising to brush aside the subject, Evelyn paused to hear him say she can never bore him. It was not long until a wry smile graced the young ladys lips. Yes, well. Forgive me if I do not believe you but I have proven myself to be anything but entertaining in the past. My own sisters barely tolerate my quiet, reserved ways. Evelyn could do nothing to prevent a laugh from slipping free this time, and instead chose to let it dance through the silence which has settled between he and her. It is somewhat unsettling, his unwavering devotion and loyalty which has no basis, no reason. As sweet as it is, she is not comfortable with it, and she doubts she will be anytime soon. Both hands brushed nervously over her dress, only to bury into the silk a heartbeat later. Heat did not hesitate to lick at her features anew. I do not know why I am complaining. I hear a title more often than I do my name, so I should be used to it by now. Why does she feel as though she can confide him about anything-? It makes no sense. Did they not just meet? Yes, well. It matters not. It is best to push aside such questions, at least for the time being. It is not as though the answers will alter the present, after all. Evelyn had meant to twist away, to lead him out into the hallway beyond her door and, hopefully, to the library a floor below, but his voice halted her steps. Blue eyes gravitated to him as he crawled on hands and knees across the floor to the bed and, reaching under, pulled out something or another. It was impossible to tell as of yet. It did, however, serve to make her heart flip over inside her chest, and is her palms sweaty? Unfortunately, it seems so. How many surprises must she endure before her life can return to normal-? Evelyn froze when she finally caught sight of what he is offering her, his head bent and palms holding up this object of interest. It was as if ice gripped onto her heart. It was It was a collar, of all things. It is a very large and thick black collar, inlaid with a golden floral design. It really is quite lovely, though she prefers silver instead of gold. No, no! That is not the point! A hand nervously curled into blue, gripping on tightly as many thoughts ran through the young ladys mind. Is he serious? A glance at his hopeful expression had her heart sinking. How can she disappoint him-? It is not something she herself wants to do, but it is fairly obvious he does. No, the swaying of his tail -the short, rapid, eager wags- are but another sign on how much he wants this. Is it wrong she does not? Is it wrong to think it is barbaric? And yet, if she was to refuse him Evelyn could only offer him the smallest smile she can muster as she knelt before him, ever so reluctantly taking the wretched collar. It was without a word that she began to wrap it about his neck, though she was careful not to pull on his fur as she worked the clasp. It matters not what she thinks. It seems she shall forever suffer for the sake of her people, to please those that are around her. Evelyn will not speak a word of this to anyone, certainly not he. No. It is best she continues to keep her head down, her words to herself. It is not as though Mother will ever take into consideration her feelings on any one thing, after all, nor will anyone else. There, she croaked at long last, once the collar is secure, all done. Blue eyes did not lift to meet his while she rose from her place on the floor, or when hands brushed over the skirt of her dress. Now. If we are finished here, I would like to go. Hands tucked neatly in front, Evelyn led herself out, every step a click piercing the silence, echoing off the stone walls. A tapestry depicting a forest caught her eye, or rather, how the sunlight played over the gold thread outlining each individual leaf bathed in artificial dawn. Is it awful she longs to find some excuse to not attend dinner tonight? Is it strange she longs for nothing more than to be left alone? Evelyn never did care for the company of others, not even those that share the same blood as she so why did Mother think she would be any different with a slave? Her heart heavy, Evelyn picked up her skirts so the fabric does not get in the way, descending until she came to a door off to her left. It is through here she went, the leash like a snake wrapped about her hand... cruel and poisonous even without fangs. Of course, he would follow regardless, because he would be obeying the orders bestowed onto him by the Queen. Evelyn considered the concept of ordering him to leave her side, but was quick to cast aside the idea. It shall not work. Nothing ever does, not in her favor. Last edited Mar 10, 2019