Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

It crackled underneath the gentle tone of the servants voice, frustration and is that jealousy? It is difficult to say. In any case, it served to ignite her own frustration, and have it shift into anger. Evelyn lifted her head, hands curling into fists. Excuse me? she just about spat. No. I do not need this, not now. Go. You are dismissed. Is she really so cruel? How can she not see the position her mother put her in? Evelyn read the neat script written upon the parchment once, thrice three times, though the hope she may read the words differently dwindled with each reading. Tears burned at her eyes, almost threatening to spill. Why-? What could have possibly compelled the Queen to do something of this magnitude? To this extreme? It is It is humiliating-! Evelyn buried her face into her hands, the letter left in her lap as she fought to get her thoughts together. It was harder than she cared to admit. How can she face him again? How can she ever come to terms with the reality her mother bought her a slave-?! It is painfully obvious she expects Evelyn to enjoy this gift, but has she ever taken into consideration how this may make her feel-? No, of course not. Never has the Queen thought before acting upon an impulse... Evelyn let her hands fall away, just to lean her head back against the door. It does not help she can hear this strange quiet, but high-pitched keening, a canine whine? Is it coming from him? A trembling began in her hands, and it was a moment or so before she came to realize that she is shaking like a leaf caught in the last breath of autumn, absolutely terrified to open the door and face this new present of hers all over again. Evelyn pressed a hand to her mouth, however it proved to be inefficient against the typhoon of emotion that which hit her, for tears began to trail down her cheeks a heartbeat later. Why-? Why must her mother put her through this-? Yes, Evelyns older sisters -in comparison to she- are more outgoing, more charming, and not in the least bit shy when it comes to matters of sexual intimacy, but is she expected to be the same-?! The idea of being tangled with this slave, or any other man, makes her stomach flip! Evelyn shook her head, sniffling as she struggled to rise from her spot on the floor. A hand wiped away what evidence of tears she can manage to erase, and yet it did little good. Bright blue eyes -somewhat swollen because of her crying- looked to the door, and reluctantly, Evelyn reached out to open it. As much as she would like to pretend that there is not a slave chained to her bed, it is not fair to leave him as he is. Anger, anxiety, depression and insecurity about to choke her, Evelyn slipped inside and closed the door, but she could not bring herself to open her eyes and look upon this present of hers, not as of yet. The key is heavy in her palm. Every beat of her heart hurts, as though it is hitting against her breastbone in a desperate attempt to break free. Evelyn swallowed down a sob, however it did not help quell her nerves any. Oh no. Of course not. It would be too easy if it were that simple. A few tears sparkling on her cheeks, it was after several heartbeats that she dared approach the bed, and even then, she did not look at the slave. The key slid into the lock and, with a twist of her wrist, he was released from the chains that which confine him to the bed. Evelyn retreated as soon as the click had echoed through the fragile silence, her arms wrapped about herself. Bits and pieces of curly gold brushed against her flushed cheeks, only serving to bring out the pink painting the pale skin, the bright blue of her eyes that rival the beauty of a clear summer sky. M-M-My mother bought you, Evelyn blurted out, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. I do not care if if you are meant to be mine as far as I am concerned, you belong to her. I-I I did not ask for a slave, nor do I want one. I-I apologize, however I have no need for one. I-If you could, please remove yourself from my bed, I will take you to her at once. Evelyn knows what the note dictates she is to take care of him, and they are to sleep in the same bed. No. It is not going to happen. It is out of the question-! This is the only time you will be escorting me Evelyn continued on, turning her back to him. I-I-I want you to cover yourself up with something, please. I cannot walk with you if you are naked A hand went to brush several threads of hair behind an ear, a nervous gesture to help distract her from the situation. Tears keep spilling down her cheeks, and every so often, Evelyn could not prevent herself from sniffling to clear her nose. You can use the blanket, she spoke up after a long moment. I was planning on doing something with it, since you were naked on top of it, but I suppose you can have it Evelyn shuffled nervously between her feet, waiting for him to do as she bid. Hopefully she can convince her mother to take him, or give him to one of her sisters...