Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 2:39:29 GMT -5
”Oh she did not!....I am quite displeased I missed that one!”
”Oh she did.” He chuckled, smiling a little softer at the thought of it. ”It was rather an interesting experience.” On the night of the coronation, Rys had said many things about the four Royal Princesses. He had spoken them aloud to his aunt – probably in jest- but had been a little cruel in his evaluation of the women.
He remembered the moment he had gazed upon them, on their dais almost fondly; Nicolette, the eldest and tallest was radiant to look upon, her skin seemed to glow with fine health. But her eyes were the most captivating, shining with such steely intelligence. Antoniette stood the barrage of his gaze next and though his words had probably been particularly cruel towards her, the shine of her golden hair, the slender of her frame and the pale pastel of her skin made her bewitching to behold. Mariette was softer, more girly, gentler on the eyes, a sweetheart girl with a dainty way in her appearance that Rys could appreciate. She, on look alone, reminded him most of his Aunt Eirian, for they shared the same, soft and sweet beauty, a beauty that was comforting to gaze upon and settled in the dark of a man’s chest. Lastly his eyes came to the tiny gold pixie of the group, sharp of feature, smaller than the rest, the youngest daughter had blossoming features and excitement about her eyes that Aemrys could not deny the appeal of.
Rys knew he had looked too long at the third sister, and he was reminded of the heat he had felt in his cheeks. When he had been invited to ask one of the girls to dance he had not choice but to ask for the hand of Mariette. She was sweet, he felt, and he had been amused that she apologised for her dancing even before they begun.
”Of course, I am suitably jealous! I mean look at you! I wish I could…” There was that confusion in his blue eyes again, but he did not allow his thought to trespass into the air. They were friends, and he appreciated that too greatly to speak too freely on her words. Her reaction was playful and she covered her face, peeking through her fingers at him, so as he chuckled deeply; ”Lets start over!”
”You can’t restart every time it looks like I might win, particularly when I would win without even trying it appears.” He scolded her, softly, still teasing – not completely sure what thoughts were cast in her mind, nor was he sure he wanted to know the privacy of them.
"I am jealous, because when you leave and whoever the girl is goes with, she will get to spend more time with you than I. But I do hope that you both find the most wonderful of love and happiness in Vulcanis. And name a daughter after me."
He laughed, loudly at the thought of naming his daughter after her – the seemed to flush at the thought of even having a daughter to name. While he did not shift uncomfortably, he did think the thought odd. Though, his father had not been much older when Rys had been conceived; he knew more than he cared to about his parents wedding night. ”If she is blonde, and away with the fairies, I will consider it a second name to suit her.” He promised, but also teased her. But he did shake his head a little and said, more seriously, ”Now is not the world for love, Oly, there is disruptions in the clans in Vulcanis – my father will marry me to someone in order to ensure their support of his rein- be that within the clans or from elsewhere…but I must seek the best in being a tool because the man is too afraid- or too sensible – to go to war.”
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@olympe
”Oh she did.” He chuckled, smiling a little softer at the thought of it. ”It was rather an interesting experience.” On the night of the coronation, Rys had said many things about the four Royal Princesses. He had spoken them aloud to his aunt – probably in jest- but had been a little cruel in his evaluation of the women.
He remembered the moment he had gazed upon them, on their dais almost fondly; Nicolette, the eldest and tallest was radiant to look upon, her skin seemed to glow with fine health. But her eyes were the most captivating, shining with such steely intelligence. Antoniette stood the barrage of his gaze next and though his words had probably been particularly cruel towards her, the shine of her golden hair, the slender of her frame and the pale pastel of her skin made her bewitching to behold. Mariette was softer, more girly, gentler on the eyes, a sweetheart girl with a dainty way in her appearance that Rys could appreciate. She, on look alone, reminded him most of his Aunt Eirian, for they shared the same, soft and sweet beauty, a beauty that was comforting to gaze upon and settled in the dark of a man’s chest. Lastly his eyes came to the tiny gold pixie of the group, sharp of feature, smaller than the rest, the youngest daughter had blossoming features and excitement about her eyes that Aemrys could not deny the appeal of.
Rys knew he had looked too long at the third sister, and he was reminded of the heat he had felt in his cheeks. When he had been invited to ask one of the girls to dance he had not choice but to ask for the hand of Mariette. She was sweet, he felt, and he had been amused that she apologised for her dancing even before they begun.
”Of course, I am suitably jealous! I mean look at you! I wish I could…” There was that confusion in his blue eyes again, but he did not allow his thought to trespass into the air. They were friends, and he appreciated that too greatly to speak too freely on her words. Her reaction was playful and she covered her face, peeking through her fingers at him, so as he chuckled deeply; ”Lets start over!”
”You can’t restart every time it looks like I might win, particularly when I would win without even trying it appears.” He scolded her, softly, still teasing – not completely sure what thoughts were cast in her mind, nor was he sure he wanted to know the privacy of them.
"I am jealous, because when you leave and whoever the girl is goes with, she will get to spend more time with you than I. But I do hope that you both find the most wonderful of love and happiness in Vulcanis. And name a daughter after me."
He laughed, loudly at the thought of naming his daughter after her – the seemed to flush at the thought of even having a daughter to name. While he did not shift uncomfortably, he did think the thought odd. Though, his father had not been much older when Rys had been conceived; he knew more than he cared to about his parents wedding night. ”If she is blonde, and away with the fairies, I will consider it a second name to suit her.” He promised, but also teased her. But he did shake his head a little and said, more seriously, ”Now is not the world for love, Oly, there is disruptions in the clans in Vulcanis – my father will marry me to someone in order to ensure their support of his rein- be that within the clans or from elsewhere…but I must seek the best in being a tool because the man is too afraid- or too sensible – to go to war.”
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@olympe