Thread: Against the Dark Ones (Emperor_Nero and I)

The small hesitation the elf had on his face made her heart stop. There was something to this that she was not going to like. That was easy as well to see now with that look on his face as well as the fact her father had not told her outright. It was funny to her to see males afraid to speak on certain things around her. Much more preferred than if they withheld them as an insult to her intelligence like they did with so many other females in court. Watching carefully as he walked to the large painting, something else she would make sure to study in depth if the time allowed, and moved it aside grabbing the drying parchment. Saying nothing she sat there poised watching every movement carefully. There was a tension in the air and she felt left out, something that would enrage her if it had been one of her men. Right now though she had to see this elf as an equal. As the parchment was laid out before her she leaned forward seeing the scrawling handwriting she did not recognize from any other official documents, maybe an elf had transcribed it. When he glanced back up at her her stomach felt like it was trying to fall out of her butt. That did not sound good, and also very personable. As Ethril continued to read the knot in her stomach tightened and her head boiled. On the outside her face was still calm, only the hardening of her eyes gave away the turmoil in her mind. This was not happening. Sure she knew she would not be able to choose her husband, and was really two years over the marrying age which was 'excused' because of the war, but this was sprung on her without any preparation. She felt like tugging her hair and screaming loudly until it changed but that would not help. At least he had finally called her 'Lady Teysa,' Suddenly in a fluid movement she was on her feet next to the table and leaning over the document her eyes wildly searching the writing until she came upon what had just been read to her. There is was, as well as her fathers scrawling signature underneath. Well, She breathed out through controlled lips sounding clipped and indifferent about the news taking a few steps back from the table, her hips still swaying below the elven dress. A week? I expected to be out there fighting in a weeks time. They did not think about that very well did they? She huffed still having the apathetic air about her as she slowly paced the room her right hand resting on the hilt of her steel blade while the left casually pushed back her silky hair out of her face. You've been enjoying the fact that I have not known this whole time, especially in the bath, Turning to face him a small heat was in her cheeks, a mix of anger and embarrassment. She did not know what to say so went for her blunt honesty she was so well known for by her men, I have no idea how to react. I know I should be joyous, 'oh thank the gods i have a husband at long last,' saying the last part in a very girly voice and throwing a hand over her forehead but no trace of laughter in it as the hand fell and her face went stoic. But I'm really beginning to think this is all a bad dream or joke and I have an older sister locked away in a tower with her long blonde hair hanging down waiting for you to climb it,