Thread: Winter's Kiss (Ursus Peregrinus & Candy_demon21)

The way that the girl touched the scar almost made Odette wonder, did Petra perhaps feel something for the prince? The thought alone was enough was sickening and made the girl's empty stomach do somersault after somersault. The foul, bitter taste of bile filled her mouth, it took everything Odette had in her to choke the foul taste back. It had hardly occurred to the raven haired woman that Petra may actually respect the prince, but the girl was too busy enjoying the warm water to see the girl's pretty face distort at Odette's hasty words. When Petra spoke of the frozen garden and how she hoped the prince would make Odette a frozen statue, Odette turned, eyes wide as she started at the girl in shock. Had this girl, the one who seemed so well mannered, just throw an insult back at her? To say that the girl was not taken aback would have been a lie, If I have to stay here much longer I will make sure he does! Odette snapped back, her own cheeks flushing with anger. In a childish fit of rage, Odette snorted and turned her back on the girl. It was true she knew nothing of Petra's story, nor had she even cared to ask, but it was clear that the girl held the prince in high respects. This was what caused the temper tantrum. Her next comment made Odette pull herself out of the bath, eyebrows knit angrily together, You are correct, I do not know your story. You judge me for what I say about the prince, yet you have not asked mine, or why I have such hate for him! But Petra's next comment struck a chord. A darkness filled Odette's youthful eyes, a flame flickering dangerously behind them, I swear to you, he touches me and I will cut his hand off myself! But by the time the comment had been spoke, Petra has already left her. Odette stood alone, and naked in the cavern, heart beating heavily against her rib cage. She was furious! Whatever the reason the girl had come or her seemingly undying respect for that cold beast, it didn't excuse what he had already done Odette and HER mother! Tears stung the back of Odette's eyes as she stood there, for a long while she tried to fight them back, but when the tears did fell from her eyes, she again began to say the same mantra. Over and over again she coaxed, 'A few more day, just a few more days.' With a shaky little sigh and her eyes still locked on the door for a moment longer, Odette turned her back towards to the entrance that Petra had just run from. She was already tired, it seemed that everyone, at least the two people she had come into contact with, believed that the prince was infallible. How dare she, Odette thought angrily, taking two great steps back into the bath, snatching up the oatmeal soap and running it over her glistening naked form, -how dare she say such things to me! The anger gradually began to build inside of her, she could feel it, a terrible poison coursing through her veins. Angrily she continued to wash. Over her arms, her chest and belly, and yet the more she washed, the more that the shorter womans words came back to haunt her in the silence of the bath. Clutching the soap, Odette looked from it to the wall, and back to it, and with an angrily cry, she threw the soap against the wall in a fit of childish rage. In that instant, Odette silently sobbed to herself, much like a child, she began to wish to feel her mothers warm embrace, no longer cursing Moriwins name for keeping her locked up and away from the festival. There had been a purpose, and Odette had been too childish, too selfish to realize that THIS was the reason why she had. Several minutes had gone by before Odette finally sniffled and wiped the reaming tears off her rosy cheeks with the back of her long fingered hand. Another shaky little sigh escaped her lips as she hauled herself from the bath and wrapped herself in the comfort of the towels. Looking over towards the only piece of furniture in the cavern, Odette padded her way towards it. Reaching out, letting the towel drop and pool around her feet, Odette gathered up the salmon colored dress. Slipping the thing over her head, Odette set to work cinching up the sides. The black cord laced down at the top of her hip bone, crisscrossing itself in an X shaped pattern all the way up to her armpit. Having done this to both sides, she straightened the embroidered collar about her neck. Brightly colored flowers of reds and orange were expertly cross stitched into a silky band of fabric. This same band wrapped around her biceps, hips and helm of the dress. The sleeves hung down in long bell sleeves, the same band around the ends of the sleeves. After she had finished dressing, Odette worked one of the brushes through her long, matted hair. The brush would catch large tangles, gradually they were worked out. The long raven locks fell over her shoulders in glossy waves down to the middle of the girls back. Taking in a deep, slow breath, still trying to calm herself after Petras comment, Odette turned and swept out the door, closing it behind her with a bang. When she came out into the hallway that Petra had led her down, and hearing the soft sobs behind her, she turned. Deep down Odette hated seeing others cry, her words had been hasty, but they had all been what she felt. For whatever it is worth, I-she fell silent for a long time, mouth agape, I am sorry if I offended you about what I said of the prince. The words felt like a lie, but in truth she was sorry. More so that she had made the girl cry, not that she had been telling her what her heart felt. She didnt except the girl to accept the apology, nor did she care. Please, take me to where ever it is that the prince has requested I join him for breakfast. In the back of her head she thought of how she could not wait to be as far from his again as possible, even if that meant retreating back to her room.