Post by Niccolo Montefiore on Nov 29, 2014 10:43:10 GMT -5
The smooth smile on her lips took him to wondering, noticing that she seemed quite pleased with herself. More and more facets of her personality were starting to emerge, and more and more, Niccolo realized he enjoyed what he saw. In truth, the duke felt a bit torn between a few ways of looking at her. One was viewing her as a noble lady, who deserved to be treated with respect and civility. Another was viewing her as his future wife and all the uncertainties that came with it. However, he felt most comfortable viewing her in a third manner: a woman. Elena Sandoval was a woman and an attractive one at that. He took care to steal glances of her when he was certain that she was not looking. However, his mother had warned him of that particular folly; women always knew.
Hearing her laugh, he joined her in doing so. "You do not strike me as one prone to abuse," he pointed out before they arrived at the mouth of the cave. "Horses tend to be skittish about caves, since they are dark, damp and dangerous." Yet, despite that very warning, the duke was dismounting his steed and walking over to assist her in doing the same. The man's grip was both gentle and confident, feeling the warmth of her body through her dress and the gentle nature of her perfume. Ah, the joys of being close to the fairer sex.
However, he pulled away before turning into a hopeless young buck in the presence of his first doe. "The records of this cave indicated that it was devoid of value, but then a youth happened to go stumbling through it looking for misadventure. What he found...? Well." One of the saddle bags was flipped open so that he might withdraw a pair of torches and flint. A few moments later, they were sputtering to life. "Let's go find out, shall we?" And with that, he offered a torch to her.
Elena Sandoval
Hearing her laugh, he joined her in doing so. "You do not strike me as one prone to abuse," he pointed out before they arrived at the mouth of the cave. "Horses tend to be skittish about caves, since they are dark, damp and dangerous." Yet, despite that very warning, the duke was dismounting his steed and walking over to assist her in doing the same. The man's grip was both gentle and confident, feeling the warmth of her body through her dress and the gentle nature of her perfume. Ah, the joys of being close to the fairer sex.
However, he pulled away before turning into a hopeless young buck in the presence of his first doe. "The records of this cave indicated that it was devoid of value, but then a youth happened to go stumbling through it looking for misadventure. What he found...? Well." One of the saddle bags was flipped open so that he might withdraw a pair of torches and flint. A few moments later, they were sputtering to life. "Let's go find out, shall we?" And with that, he offered a torch to her.
Elena Sandoval