I Won't Give You a Heart Worth Breaking
04-30-2013, 12:06 PM
The heir had been examining the innards of the machinery shed when the snarl erupted from his uncle's larynx. He hadn't heard from the man since the meeting, and had only scarcely seen him then. Maverick wondered what the Duke had been doing with his time - not that it was any of the nephew's business. A smile would prick on his lips, but quickly fade. Why was Gideon so upset? In a flurry of russet fur, the boy would emerge from the shed, shaking dust and debris from his coat. He turned his head this way and that to pinpoint his uncle's exact location before setting off at a hasty pace. The Duke was not far off - thankfully enough for the Prince - and happened to be standing in the clearing between the forest in the south and the croplands in the northwest. The russet boy spotted him almost immediately, noting his similar appearance to the King - with clear differences. Maverick offered a nod, but no smile. Something wasn't right with the Duke's demeanor, and it was making the boy uneasy. "Everything alright, Gideon?" One could not imagine all the irony that lingered in the boy's words - even ironies that he was not yet aware of. He did not know he was to be wedded to possibly the only woman Gideon might ever have true feelings for, he did not know that he'd been given the only thing Gideon wanted more than anything else as a political gift. "speeeeech" |