Invisible Box

*Isardis* · 12-11-2013, 06:11 PM

She came to his side and he would lean to her touch, curious of her failures as she had so far seemed to go unbeaten; had she underestimated the prisoner? Her apologies tugged at his chest, skull craning as he would reach to press his throat over the top of her crown, adoring, ?You will never cease to please me, My Queen.? Even if age destroyed her limbs, crippled her skeleton and devoured her strength, Isardis would stand loyal to her, he would appreciate her in everything she was for many years to come. She was more than just a tool of war to him now, she was his love, his passion; it bothered him to admit as such, and yet the realisation had begun to grow upon him, begun to become a part of his being. He would offer the leaving prisoner no more than a glance, having little interest of his words, however frustrated he was to see the boy leave by his own accord; it was gratifying to see him depart. Even if it was hard to admit, the man had earnt his freedom and no less.

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