Let The Flames Begin
01-16-2014, 12:28 AM
In the echoing call of the cavern's she would take a few moments to observe the land they had so recently acquired. Though she was well aware of the dangers that lurked, she felt at ease, comfortable in her ability to fend for herself, a comfort she so often took advantage of. The approach of the king, brought her attention back to the present, and as he affectionately brushed against her, she leaned into him, her pink tongue, seeking out in an adorning kiss of her own. "Father." She'd coo, her soft voice coming out in a breath. A father, that was something she was still getting used too. At his words, she felt a twinge of worry at the disappointment that she feared he'd express in the pit of her belly, he expected so much of her. What if she was nothing but a fraud? Pushing her dim thoughts aside, the calm confident damsel would turn her violet pools onto her father's face, seeking the ruby gaze that he held. "I'm afraid I only will bring you disappointing, and displeasure with what I must tell you, but I want to tell you before you hear the scorned lies of another." Yes, honesty in this case would be her best policy, a policy that was a rarity to the queen. The fire she felt in her chest, burned, and she would look away from him for a second, before her gaze would seek to claim his face once more, determination marking the frown on her porcelain jaws. Speech, |