Thread: The Bear and the Maiden Fair - A Forgotten Realms adventure (Rivine x Madam Mim)

Well, I sometimes take my time I must admit. But three hours would be a bit of a stretch, he granted her, smiling. And does are quite wonderful creatures. Owain was really starting to like Glinde, especially since they had found some commonality. The prince did suspect that her lust for battle likely exceeded his own, but, from his point of view, fighting and bloodshed was something to be used as a last resort, rather than a first. After all, why fight someone when you could just as well use diplomacy? That view, he knew, was a matter of their different cultures though. The Ffolk, at heart, were peaceful, interested more in providing for their families and living their lives, but when roused, they could be a terrible force, as many a Northman had found out in the past. However, when she spoke next, it was clear that she had not taken his comments about spanking her as a jest. Sighing softly, the prince commented as they walked, Glinde, you really must learn to shrug things off a bit. I was having a go at you, more than anything. Although you do have quite the nice posterior. He could tell that her mood had soured more than a little and realized that he had done something to remedy that. Looking over at her, Owain spoke in a conciliatory tone, Among the Ffolk, husband and wife are supposed to share as equals. But you have made it clear already that our marriage is to be different and, considering the situation, I have accepted your terms. I know that, largely, you will wish to be unconstrained and I can oblige that for the most part. You can enjoy your women to your hearts content. But we will need to work together on some things, and not just to produce an heir. So, whatever I said to offend, know that it was not my intent. I would much rather we were on agreeable terms and I am sure you feel the same. Thankfully they arrived at the wall before to long and the prince watched his wife-to-be, noting her smirk and the apparent hunger in her eyes. Well, it seemed that they had similar tastes when it came to their prey. Aye, she is quite the lovely lass, the prince agreed softly, a smirk of his own playing upon his lips. He was about to respond to her question about a private or more public hunt when she cut him off, telling him of her rule. The warm look on his lips dissipated slightly and he looked at her evenly. Do you think I am some manner of cur? That I would force myself on a woman? Sighing he then stated, Never mind now. We can discuss that later. Right now I would rather hunt. Having said that he began to move along the wall once more. When Glinde caught up to him he then added, Dua has a private apartment at the top of the tower. She rather likes to make teas for people who pay her a visit. I think you will find it is a rather enjoyable hunting ground. It was not long before Dua noticed their approach, a smile forming on her lips. She moved in from where she had been on the balcony and could be seen returning the falcon that had been on her arm to a cage within the tower. That done she moved to stand in the entrance from which they were approaching. With a bow she murmured, My prince. Come to take a bird on a hunt? Owain smiled and shook his head, then said softly, No Dua. I've come to introduce you to my wife-to-be... and have some tea, if you do not mind.