Whose bed have your boots been under?

N/A · 03-13-2013, 12:37 PM

He was quite certain that he could not have had a more perfect day if he had not fallen off of the ledge. For if he hadn't fallen, she probably would have passed right by him. There would have been nothing to break the ice. While his side still ebbed with a slight pain, it wasn't enough to make him think anything was broken, so he simply resolved that he'd bruised it considerably and let it leave his mind. Loccian could patch him up later if it was necessary, but for now he was determined to focus on the beautiful girl beside him. Her ivory coat stood out marvelously against his russet and white form, contrasting just the right amount to make them both a striking and lovely couple. A couple? Was he already considering them as 'together'? Maverick smirked slightly. Apparently he was. The idea of someone else flirting with her like this was appalling to him, but he supposed there was no way he could do anything about it. No doubt the males just fawned at her feet when she walked by in Valhalla. His lip twitched at the thought.

He felt different with her, more like himself. In Seracia, it was all about casting the right exterior charade, appearing happy, chipper, and even regal whenever you were in the presence of another. Here, with her, he could be whoever he wanted to be - whenever he wanted to. It was bliss. Although Seracia wasn't all charades, he'd noted as he'd seen his father and mother quite literally duking it out the other morning. Gerhardt had left Adette bleeding and bruised, but not so much that she couldn't play it off as a simple mishap. The King had demonstrated that he wasn't quite the pushover his son had thought he was.

Her speech brought him out of all of his thinking, as it always did. A smile played across his lips as his tail whipped to the side to tap her hip lightly. What do you suggest I tell her? I went out adventuring and ran into a beautiful Valhallan girl? Or should I leave you out of it altogether, gorgeous? He would most likely leave her out of any tales he was forced to tell, mostly to keep her all to himself, and also to ensure that he would not be prevented from seeing her again. Because he did plan on seeing her again. And I didn't fall.. he retorted, I jumped. Even he couldn't keep a straight face on that lie.

I'm not officially the Heir just yet, but my father did mention that he's seriously considering giving me the title. It was true, his father had recently mentioned that Maverick was in line for it, if he played his cards right. The boy was expecting the announcement to go out at the next meeting - which he hoped would come sooner rather than later. Gideon was the current Prince, but even Maverick knew he wasn't into responsibility. He would be better suited to something more.. relaxed. What about you, gorgeous? Should I stop and bow before the Valhallan Princess? Or am I talking to a peasant girl? The jest in his tone was evident, hoping to get her back for joking with him about his fall. If her brother was the alpha, she very well might not hold the princess rank.. if Valhalla even had a rank such as that.

Speech,

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