Ghost Of A Girl

such pain she had possessed the day she stepped on the threshes of Seracia, demanding things, daring to go so far as to threaten a challenge. A pathetic self absorbed child was all the once Queen had been reduced to. And yet, it rang with perfect clarity that this was how things were. She had been turned from her life of royalty, and she had been such since birth, how hard it was to adjust to a life as a peasant, a commoner, an equal. Gideon himself had never been forced to face such things, and come hell or high water, he had no intention of it. He was a grandeur fighter, and while he lacked some of the serious motive needed to be a leader, he made up for it in other ways. Through and through he was a hard working lover, even if that love was a bit obscure and meant for more than just one. As much as he admitted that he could also make the claim that he was independent, he had allowed Chrysanthe to sway him and take things into a different light- namely hers. Did he regret it? no, he did not; not in the slightest, however, it...it was complicated.

A voice, echoing in the distance with perfect clarity and o how he would have recognized that tone anywhere regardless of who it actually came from and what it meant for him. What it meant for him was a bad day and ultimately he would draw a scour over his face and huff. She had really lost her freaking marbles. Tail swung to the side and he picked up his pace, appearing atop a small slope and gazing down at her to watch her, to hear her last sentence. Finally, the beast would call out to her, "You've really let yourself go doll face, hardly a woman!" A snicker fell from his lips; a chuckle and he placidly fell to his rear. Eyes stayed trained on her and limbs stayed bent in the event she was dumb enough to attack him, but fact of the matter was, he was a handful taller than Gerhardt and just ever so slightly more well packed. Perhaps that was it after all. Chrysanthe just liked him for what he was packing. What a thought!

He was idle with her, careful and considerate with the thoughts that would dance in his mind. Adette had always been a pretty girl, and even as a raging heathen she was...intriguing. she had never learned her place in society, which without the perversion of the term, was beneath Gerhardt. A woman was meant to act as a husband's secondary. To silence herself when he was to speak, and to only interrupt when being spoken to. Granted, there were exceptions, Chrysanthe being one for the woman was intelligent enough to offer viable additions to most any set of words being exchanged, that and Gideon found himself fond with her and rarely would he have corrected anything she had to say. Besides, within' a few weeks he had every intention of moving to Valhalla and offering himself up there. It would start gradual, him moving in, staying a week, and then he would declare himself Chrysanthe's mate. He would leave the rest and the to-do factor's up to her, ultimately. he needed acceptance before he tried to be a real leader.