Thread: Path to the Bloodied Crown (MasterOfWhispers and Frogger.)

Who is this mysterious, silver-haired man? Laidolyn grew tense under his curious gaze, muscles locking, fear rising to new, unexpected heights. However...such fear melted away as soon as he spoke, his voice like rich honey to the ears. It did help a bit that his eyes were the color of saffron, and that such commands he made were only made in order to comfort her. Yet...she couldnt help but be surprised. Inside this man was a kind heart...what purpose did he serve, then? No The servant called him by name What was it? she thought, trying hard to remember it, yet it was proving to be rather difficult. Didnt he address him with a title, before his actual name? I think he did Captain, wasnt it? Captain Captain Adrian? No, thats not right Captain Aticus? No, that cant be right Her lips pursed with deep thought, her eyes followed the servant who left at his orders, though another was waiting for her to follow. Captain...Andross? Laidolyn knew that was it. Her green eyes darting in his direction, she swallowed the lump in her throat, and gave a small curtsy. Because of her station, this wasnt too difficult, since she did such a few times...mostly when lords from other territories came visiting. Um Thank...Thank you she told him in a small voice. Again those eyes rose, peeking through a veil of black bangs. Miles upon miles of sapphire blue silk was on the young elf, yet despite so much fabric...the dress cut brought out the sweet, developing curves hidden underneath, hinting at the woman she is to become. Her hips flared out just right, the long skirt concealing the long legs she has. Though her breasts may be petite, but for her age...her breasts were perfect. Besides, what man wants more than he can handle? Delicate as a greenhouse flower...there was a certain appeal to her which cant be put into words...however, is easy to understand. Her thin hands starting to cling onto the fabric of her skirt, she bowed her head, pink staining such porcelain cheeks. I I am sorry...if this is inappropriate I just...wanted to thank you...for the kind thought Come along, now, the servant told her in a gruff voice, though his blue eyes softened around the edges a little. Theres food waiting for you...and you dont want it getting cold. Y-Yes I am coming Laidolyn began smoothing out her dress, unable to meet the silver-haired mans eyes again. For some odd reason she could not fathom...her heart was racing...pounding inside her chest...and...there was...an unreasonable...excitement...bubbling in her veins. Sir, will you join us for supper? The chefs will be more than happy to rustle something up for you One guard gave a nod. Indeed, sir. His Majesty will be busy for quite some time Might as well pass the time, dont you say? A few agreements rose from the group, blue, green, and brown eyes sparking with interest at the mention of food. One mans stomach let out a rather loud growl. His cheeks flushed pink, he offered a wry smile. I havent eaten since early morning he admitted. I didnt want to eat after all the bloodshed...so I think Im running on empty. I bet you are too Laughing, a fellow guard nudged his elbow into his gut. Are you really so squeamish...that you cant eat once a battle is done and over with? No! Of course not! Just...gah! Nevermind! Throwing his hands up into the air, this particular guard shuffled in his heavy armor, obviously embarrassed. There was no more pink on his scarred face, yet there were other signs besides a blush that gave away his embarrassment. Maybe it was just the expression he wore...or maybe it was just all that shuffling, but either way...the other men could tell. After a few more jokes made at his expense, the noise died down rather abruptly. Usually no guards can relax in the presence of a captain or a superior officer...yet this man was allowing this laid-back behavior Why? The Dhampirs dont really care for humans... Laidolyn stood in the aftermath of such humor, not sure what to think of the whole situation. A few threads of black fell into those green eyes, a hand rising in order to brush them out of the way. Her eyes glanced down the hallway towards the door, where delicious aromas were emitting from. Yet...strange as it is, she hoped the captain would accompany her. -------------------------------------------------- You can stop right there I have no interest in what you have to say, or in what you can do. I would much rather return back to the cage. Alilthea brought her chin up, hiding the fear she felt under a mask of pride. Why should she let this man know anything? He may have the power to determine what happens next...but really, what could he possibly have to discuss with her? What words he could have said should have been said before the first drop of blood stained the ground Alilthea reluctantly accepted the seat he offered, her eyes cold slabs of brass stone. There wasnt even a smile upon her lips. I have no need for pretty words. Please just tell me why it is you called me here, and I will find satisfaction in that. It took her by surprise when he asked of what she does on a day to day basis, yet she concealed this under disdain. I do what I must. I cook, I clean, I change the linens, I bring the water for baths, I do whatever it is I have to. The royals call, and I answer. Why are you so curious about me? I am fairly certain you already know some of this, judging by the look in your eyes. Brass eyes studied the young man, taking in all the little details. You may only want to talk...but I have no interest in doing so. So while you think over that answer, why dont you call back in those guards, and have one take me back to my sister? Her shoulders back, and her face a blank mask, she could very well be mistaken as a princess. Fingers curling into her skirt, she began to rise without saying another word.