Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

His gaze dropped toward the floor, his brow furrowing as a faint grunt escaped him. I do hope that my Prince will not live up to anything negative you have heard, he is a good man. Troubled and perhaps misguided, but a good man. He spoke with conviction, for he truly believed that Nicholas could be a considerate husband and a wise and compassionate King when the time came. Tobias' lips twitched upward a touch at Lydia's kind words, rising carefully to his feet, gathering up his sword. Ah, the pleasure is all mine Miss Lydia. If I can be of any further assistance please do not hesitate to ask. I am at you and your Lady's service. The lips connecting with his cheek drew a slight flush to his skin, the smile taking a further hold upon his own lips. Such talk would falter me greatly. Indeed. A faint chuckle followed as he crossed the room with easy strides, stepping back out into the hallway before turning to face Lydia once more, Rest well, Miss. I shall see you at breakfast no doubt. With this said, the Knight dipped his head deeply and turned upon his heel, striding along the corridor and out of sight. It was later in the night than Tobias had realised it was, the Great Hall having emptied considerably during his absence. His father and his comrades in arms had all retired for the night, only a number of drunk nobles laughing uproariously as a buxom serving wench sat comfortably upon one of the men's knee. The Knight was pleased to find that Nicholas was no where to be seen, one could only hope he had taken his leave to his own chambers rather than those of another. A small army of servants had already begun to clear the tables of half eaten platters of food and sweep the floors in preparation for tomorrow's morning meal. With all the guest rooms occupied, it was likely that the tables would be full once more. Tobias paused long enough to share a few words with a passing serving boy, enquiring as to when the Prince had taken his leave, before heading up toward the royal chambers. He did not linger long outside, only ensuring that the night's guard were stationed at their posts before turning in himself. The two life-long friends had not missed each other by much, a few minutes before Tobias' return the Prince had said his farewells and stumbled out into the empty corridor. As far as Nicholas was concerned, the entire day had been an unmitigated disaster. He was bound to a woman that he did not love, his step-mother had been entirely too smug the entire night and before calling it a night his father had threatened him once again with disinheritance. Curse them all... A snarl escaped him as he braced a hand against the cold stone wall, steadying himself as he glared off down the corridor. Well, he had a pretty woman waiting for him in his chambers and, by God, he was going to take what was rightfully his. Pushing off from the wall, Nicholas straightened himself up to his full height and strode swiftly through the palace and toward his chambers. He did not bother to knock and warn his wife of his arrival, instead he carelessly threw open the door and stepped inside, eyes roaming the room in search of her. Waiting up for me, my wife? A faint smile toyed at his lips, a foot pushing back to close the door behind him as fingers rose to work loose the fastenings of his garments as his gaze swept up and down Eola's barely concealed figure. Come, you and I should become better acquainted... His shirt fell open as the last of his buttons came loose, revealing a broad and toned chest, as the Prince took a number of steps toward the woman silhouetted within the window by the moonlight.