Thread: Winter's Kiss (Ursus Peregrinus & Candy_demon21)

Watching the girl rise, eyes red from the tears she had been crying, Odette sighed. Her words were true, she had volunteered, but werent her own issues with the prince enough to be contended with? Yes, I have a home! But can you consider it a life when your mother locks you away because of what she has done, your father murdered before you are even old enough to know him, to love him?! Explained to me how what the prince did was fair or kind! He may have given you a home, a place to work, but what he did to my family, what hes done to me, is inexcusable. We have our difference about the prince, and from my stand point, the prince is a heartless beast whom Id rather freeze to death and become one of his many status than get to know him any more than I already have. When the girl mentioned the prince cared, tears sprung to Odettes eyes. Cares? Cares?!She bellowed, cheeks turning crimson with anger, If he cared he would not have gotten jealous at my mother loving another. No! Rather he deiced it better to kill him and run her away from his kingdom. For twenty-two years I have lived as a prisoner in my own home. Answer me this Petra-Odette spat angrily, hands balled tightly into fists, -is that a life?! When she spoke again, reminding Odette once more than she had a place to go. That was about when Odette was taken aback by the shorter girl wrapper her arms around her and sobbing into her shoulder. For a long while the raven haired woman stood there, baffled as to what she should do. With another shaky sigh, Odette looked down towards Petra , I am sorry. Slowly unclenching her hand, Odette raised it and began to stroke the girls hair. Even if this girl was older than she, she did not act it. The comment of angering the prince was going to be held in the back of her mind, it certainly was going to be difficult NOT to anger him. In that same moment that Odette had opened her mouth to further console the poor girl, a deep, booming voice made her jump and look for its source. A huge figure loomed further down the corridor, he stood much taller than either of the two girls, a great bear of a man. Odette dropped her arms at her sides as he strode closer to them, his eyes showing his disappointment. His comment of the prince made Odette roll her eyes, she had been tempted to mention that keeping that spoiled brat waiting might do him a bit of good, but she remembered Petras comment, and bit back the comment. That was when Petra was yanked away, Odette had thought the girl may be in trouble, but the next words out of the castellan had proven she wasnt. The girl seemed almost hesitant to leave Odette, but the raven hair girl managed a smile, hoping to convey to Petra that she would be fine. Watching Petra leave until she was no longer in sight, Odette turned her emerald orbs towards the brutish man. His smell reminded her of home, strange how it smelled so similar. Looking up to Ivan, Odette nodded with a quirked eyebrow, Yes sir, I am Odette, and charmed to meet you. She commented, looking the man up and down before falling silent. Ivans next words made Odette smirk, so she had gotten under his skin, good! When the brute fell silent, she had opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly ushered forward, and a little dumbstruck at Ivans comment. And perhaps you should lay off the spirits. The prince is in a foul mood, no surprise there. The only smile that man can muster up is that wolfish grin, Im surprised he has little more than any other emotion than begin foul, dictating everything because he is crown prince, and having the mannerisms of a troll. How she wanted to ask if breakfast was truly necessary, she knew that there would be more foul insults between the two. The prince would start off by asking if she had slept well, which she would dually answer no she had not slept well, her mind had been plagued by nightmares of him. Petra is sweet, and I can not blame her for her emotions, I suppose if I had nowhere else to run and the prince had been the only kind, if you can call that man kind, person to her, I would have great love for him as well. If Ivan was anything like Petra, she was expecting a great explosion of emotions. I have but two more days of him and his pompous attitude, just two more days. I will darken your door step no more after those two days. tag