Thread: The Prince's New Plaything (Valanaer x Forbidden)

William's response came fairly quickly and Kirra was both surprised and, well to be honest, disappointed. Yes he taunted his brother, but it was a meek taunt, and he made no mention of standing up for her to his brother. Both of these things made her face break composure for a split second into a troubled frown before she forced a smile back onto her features. The forced smile wasn't helped by the heat of Christian's hand as he slid it along her back while passing her to get to his brother. She almost shuddered, though she didn't know if the quiver came from wanting the contact or being disgusted by it. Dismissing the thought from her mind she looked at the two brothers standing side by side, trying to decide if she were getting the better deal. It wasn't hard to tell that Christian was more her type, a warrior, while his brother was the political man. Sighing inwardly she thought bitterly how she was getting a man nicer than she, instead of one who would laugh in bed with her about the dumb shit court pulled. The prince's words washed over her and she snapped herself from her thoughts, trying to focus on the syrupy lines coming from her betrothed lines that she was probably supposed to echo in some way or another. Her voice becoming rehearsed, though still lyrical, sounded within seconds of his words ending. You flatter me Prince William, though I am equally happy to finally meet you. Many questions have been answered. She tried to make the last bit sound suggestive but feared that the tone was flatter than she would've liked. Putting her hand in his she accepted his invitation to dance with action rather than words. She'd always been taught, and seen, that actions were the fastest way to get a point across. Look at the punch for example, she could've come up with a feisty or clever retort but her stance on his comment had come across much quicker with a solid uppercut to his jaw. She noticed Christian wink at her before disappearing into the crowd of people around them and fought to keep her gaze from attempting to follow him. Instead her indigo gaze focused on her betrothed. He was an exceptional dancer, which she wasn't so sure that she liked for she kept messing up steps and instead of laughing or teasing her, he simply smiled patiently and showed her again how to do them. She found herself longing for a taunt, and instead found herself the one giving the taunt, trying to stimulate some laughter and connection between the two of them. Now do tell me all about yourself William. I've seen you be gracious to your cad brother and feisty wife to be, but I want to know the man behind the political smile. Her voice was light and a true smile found her lips for a matter of seconds as she waited for his response to her question. Kirra was trying to give him a chance to win her affection, show a side of him that was either taunting of his brother or her, a side that was fiercely loyal to the point of offending others, something to show her that he had some passion in him somewhere. Kirra was starting to wonder if she was getting the ember instead of the flame in this line. At the same time she was trying not to wrongly judge the man before her. Her mother had taught her the typical lesson of not being quick to judge but it was still a personality flaw of hers. Just as she'd judged Christian to be a rude individual she was also intrigued by him. At the moment she was enjoying William's kindness but knew that her personality would soon get bored of his, and hoped that his answer to her question would give her something to hold onto.