Loving can hurt
10-26-2014, 08:39 PM
Her russet faced lover would appear first with a bundle of flowers in tow. They were northern flowers, strong enough to survive the harsh northern weather, and she wondered if Amalia saw the symbolism behind these lovely flowers and their relationship. They had been separated for so long and their feelings for eachother had only seemed to grow over time. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. "Thank you, my lovely," she whispered back, leaning in to kiss Amalia's cheek. Just as her girl asked if she was ready she glanced over and saw Vereux approaching them, a grateful smile finding her muzzle. There he was, her knight. Her mind flashed back to that day when he had promised to follow and protect her, before her becoming queen, before Isardis was gone, before meeting Amalia, before all of this. Back then it had just been him and her and still to this day she knew she could count on him. He was missing an eye and had a small collection of scars going but he was still the most handsome brute in the room in her eyes. She grinned happily at his compliments, chuckling as she leaned toward him and kissed his cheek as well. Thank you. For this, for everything," she whispered, leaning back and glancing toward Amalia again. "I'm ready," she said, turning her gaze back to Vereux. "We're ready." Speech Thought Others |
