like father like son

N/A · 04-30-2013, 02:04 PM

Pacing did little to sate his nerves, but it at least kept him moving. Maverick was a bit of a fidgety fellow - as much as he hated to admit it - and the movement comforted him in a way that he could not explain. A sigh would slip from his lips. What was taking so long? He knew in his mind that he had not been waiting more than a few moments, but it seemed like hours with such a weight resting on his shoulders. Tail flickered behind him as his father's scent drifted in his direction. The King was coming. Nervously the boy tried to settle himself, but his bodice would not allow for it to happen. So he continued his pacing until Gerhardt came into view, when he finally found the will to freeze himself altogether. 'What ails you, Maverick?' If only the boy had the time to explain it all. "The wedding, Father." He paused, gulping down his lunch that threatened to evacuate his gut. "I do not wish to marry Chrysanthe. I can't marry someone I don't love, and my heart belongs to another." Voice was firm. The boy had made up his mind. Still, he knew in the end he would bow to Gerhardt's wishes. He had to. He widened his stance, firmly placing his paws on the earth, and raising his head to a level he had not dared let it rise to before. Defiance was not natural for the lad - at least not against his very father - but it was necessary.

"speeeeech"

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