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

Kirra was able to quickly catch on to the steps that the man was showing her and her laugh died down to conversation with the man before her, who introduced himself as Jonathan. The name brought a slight sigh to her mind, thinking that the handsome man was her husband, or at least related to him. The conversation took the normal boring route, discussing her country and its customs. Even his compliments weren't original, all lines that she had heard before. But his plain conversation gave her the chance to cast exploratory glances around the room. One man caught her attention, but he seemed too busy looking around at the hard partying women to notice her. She turned a polite smile back to Jonathan, continuing to steal glances at the man beneath her lashes. Soon she saw him walking her direction. She glanced him up and down as he walked toward her, taking in the strong build and warrior's confidence. She wasn't an expert in how a warrior should look, what with her country preffering not to fight, but he was how she imagined it should be. He was someone that she really couldn't pull her gaze away from, even as she was forcing herself to pay attention to Jonathan. Kirra was slightly impressed when the man gave just a look that was enought to get Jonathan to leave her be, though he did end up adding the hand motion. She smiled at him, though the smile quickly gave way to a cold stare at the arrogance in his words. You're the first to correctly get my status, I'll give you that much. Your words insulting my betrothed will not be tolerated. Her tone was as chill as the glacial eastern part of her country. Who I want to marry and the type of man I'm interested in is none of your business. I'm sure he's a better man than you. She waited for his reaction with a half cocked brow and a slight smirk at the fact that he dared challenge her. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the fact that he treated her as if her status didn't matter, but she also couldn't deny the ire his words sparked within her. Kirra wasn't one to take an insult, and she was even less likely to let someone she cared about be insulted. Though she didn't know William yet he was to be her husband and she would defend him as such. She had often verbally sparred with women in her kingdom and family members, so she was eager to see how she fared agaiinst this man. Hopefully his mind would be as intriguing as his frame. She took in the lower make of clothing and guessed he was just a normal townsperson, above the field workers but below those who were always allowed at palace functions, but she couldn't shake the thought that she was talking to someone of a higher standing. Her gaze was still frigid as her heel tapped out a beat on the floor, though no one around them seemed to notice her agitation. If they did it would be the flush on her cheeks, which simply seemed to make her blue gaze brighter. Her teeth caught her lip slightly as she fought to bite back more words. She didn't want to say anything before he did so that if anyone overheard she looked like she was defending while he was offending. Kirra wasn't born yesterday and she knew how to be the responsible diplomat. As much as she hated it, it did come in handy for proving herself the innocent party when it was really important.