Dancing with The Beast.

*Isardis* · 07-30-2014, 07:27 AM

He welcomes his blade?s arrival with no more than a bristling tweak of satisfaction upon his cherry lips; coral towers shuddering as he seems so wholly tuned to the tiniest trembles of her existence, ruby gape regarding her keenly as her words seem to sink so flawlessly into position. His intellect flourishes upon her support, lungs inflating ever-so-slightly with the brimming pride she has bestowed upon him. His heart quakes with desire, lured into a physical touch by her proximities, alas he denies it?s cries for Drashiel?s arrival is barely a moments breath away. Silver and tan form appearing with hasty obedience; it seemed the pale King?s converse with the blossoming prince has not gone astray. Perhaps the boy himself is as utterly excited about the duo?s future as the albino ghoul is, himself.

?I hope for many seasons to come yet, Drashiel,? lyrics are light upon his lips, rosy gfaze parting with the silvered youth only to assemble upon the coming of Athena. He has his suspicions of her wounded pride, she has shown previous suggestions of spoiled behaviour; did she truly believe men gifted to her had greater reason to stay, as opposed to follow the man who tamed them himself? Regardless, Isardis hopes it is only her youth that scrambles her wits, soon she will learn, and soon she will become a strong ally to his endeavours. He chuckles weakly, ?My darling, my daughter; your castle is merely your mansion until you have established yourself as a true Queen, and not just a Princess who has inherited a crown,? he does not intend to insult her, his brash commands are simply his way, this she should be familiar with by now; ?I take only what was mine, and only who wish to pursue; I will not rob you of your own achievements, so do not doubt my faith in you.? Harsh reality perhaps, but he treasured the babe all the same.

?The youth, Drashiel will join Indarra?s quest to greatness as Heir, and Argent?? his voice stammers upon her name, a cold shiver of unknown origin bristling the hairs of his spine; he has not thought of it much, but the title comes as though it is only natural, as though it has always been, ?Will be my Queen.? He was confident of Athena?s approval, and though he had yet to ponder what he?d do in any form of rejection, hell had yet to see the King yield when plans did not go his way. A moment was spared to glance almost cautiously towads the fiery gape of Argent, knowing that it was tender footing; she adored Athena, he only hoped her pledge to loyalty would keep her from straying from his finger tips. Emotionally, he needed her.

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