Thread: Skin Deep... To The Bone [-Haru & Candy-]

The silence that hung between the three was enough to drive the princess to her breaking point would they accept her offer or did they too believe that women were only good for a handful of tasks, none of which was the call to battle or a chance to defend the very city she loved? It was only when Odilon smiled warmly down at his princess that Amirah beamed herself, the mindless twisting of her hair forgotten as she loosed a soft giggle of excitement but as he began to speak again, the silver haired princess silenced and listened intently. While the princess assumed much and often times it turned around and bit her in the ass, she now assumed that both archery and swordsmanship were the common forms of attack. What she did not expect but perhaps should have was the mounted archery. The princess pondered the idea and while it made her anxious just wondering, she wasnt about to turn down the chance to learn from the best and hone her skills. I look forward to it, she returned, having collected that same lock of platinum hair from over her shoulder to twirl and twist it around her finger. When all had been said and the world was felt silent again, Amirah did note how General Odilon not once turned her gaze away from her form. From the corner of her vision she watched him, observed how his gaze raked over her form in a manner that instantly set her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Not more than a few hours ago had the handmaiden with the tattoos look at her in much the same fashion. Puzzle pieces began to snap together as she began to understand what the gaze ment both the general and the servant girl admired her, or at the very least lusted for her flesh. The thought alone drove Amirah to gnaw at her bottom lip, her cheeks once more heated as she ponder over the foul though of coitus. When the three began to move again and the thought that the general wished to have her to himself passed out of Amirahs mind, she was more than a little grateful. While the princess detested the idea of sex, the fact that she desired her first time with another to be romantic, seemed a little misplaced. She had often wondered what she missed out on when she overheard her own ladies in waiting boast about their husbands or the beautiful male servants with their strong fingers and their impressive girth, Amirah had always scolded them. Mentioning that their lack of purity offended the Gods and that they should be punished how hypocritical of her now to wonder again if she had truly missed out on the wonders that was sex. The march to the barracks had been silent, just as the walk to the griffin stables had been silent, this giving the princess a moment to breath in the crisp air that seemed to hang solely within this country. While she did miss her home in Erkesh, there was something about the elven kingdom that gave her a sense of peace, a sense of rightness with the world. There was no other way she could describe it but she enjoyed this sensation, enjoyed the calm and the quiet, even if the quiet was fleeting and she found herself admiring the Elven ingenuity it took to carve intricate, easily guarded passageways through the mountain. Didnt only dwarves reside within the mountains or had that been a misconception believed by only humans? As the pair approached two individuals, a man and a woman. Instantly this laid to rest any worries that the princess may still have had in her earlier ponderings, though what she stumbled upon next instantly took her breath away. As she came further down into the long hallway, a formation of elven soldiers lined the wall, decked completely within their silver plated armor, standing motionlessly at attention. Was this procession entirely for her? While she appreciated the fact that they wished to show their respect, the princess firstly wished to simply be their commander in arms instead of their leader. Just as she had been about to open her mouth and speak, to ease those standing at attention, Odilon did so in her stead and even the Amirah eased. It was strange to stand among so many she did not know, and to have all eyes turned to her in curious fascination. It was unnerving, despite all past experience dealing with nobility and aristocracy, how all in attendance looked upon her, perhaps if she had known than she would have perhaps thought of something warm and inviting to say instead of silently quaking beneath their gazes. It was only after the silence in the room was squashed by the soft chattering of voices did the princess no longer feel the anxiety twisting her stomach into sickening knots. As soldiers came to stand in front of her and offer up their respects, some even falling to one knee to pledge themselves to her, Amirah simply beamed and thanked them warmly. While yes a meal was promised, even the princess got too caught up within all the commotion,questions and mindless chattering she was partaking in. She desperately wished she could ask anyone how she was doing, if the soldiers felt at ease with her or if they felt somehow obligated to plead their lives to the funny round ear as she would be the wife to their prince within a few days time. She played the silent party and said nothing of her worrying, instead continued on as she did, still desiring to make those in attendance feel at ease. When supper had been served, Amirah relished the idea that it was not all pomp and circumstance and while she continued to use her manners for the moment, she enjoyed how everyone was so relaxed about the entire situation. For most of the meal the princess had drunk nothing but water but when she had asked for a glass of the firewine and the first drops touched her lips, she shivered and turned towards Odilon and coughed into her hand, What in the Gods name is this? She took another swig, almost instantly feeling her lips and nose go delightfully tingling. Was this liquor so potent that it was already affecting her? She took another sip and then another and before long her cheeks were crimson, as was her neck and the top of her bare shoulder, This is-She paused, looking into the cup and grin at her reflection, amazing! She squeaked, downing the remainder, reaching out to have her glass filled once more.