heavy lies the crown
06-04-2013, 06:00 PM
Epiphron was dangerously nervous. Despite how well she hid the anxiety that began to bubble inside her, from her very core, she was sure Gerhardt could sense her apprehension. But was it really unwarranted? She had admitted that she cared for the boy -- and though she had not exactly said she loved him, she was sure the affection she felt for him shone in her warm blue gaze as she spoke of the Seracian prince. And now that she had admitted it, she waited, her fate resting entirely in his hands. As she made her admittance, the King seemed to warm up considerably. So he was not mad for her affair with Maverick? Not that it was really an affair -- they'd met a handful of times, in vague secrecy, but they'd never done anything that was too outrageous. A few quick kisses, and a number of embraces, coupled with harmless flirtations. She nearly shuddered recalling those moments, realizing that a future with Maverick was becoming closer to reality by the second. "Epiphron, my son has never done anything against me in his life before he met you. He has changed lately though I did not know why until now." While once she had felt as though she had the upper hand, her stomach sank at this comment, especially as she heard him sigh. Was Gerhardt upset with the change? But no -- he went on say that Maverick was quite dedicated to Seracia, that he had no doubts about that. And then came the answer she was looking for. Approval. Acceptance. In a single motion, the crown of Valhalla slipped from the girl's head, an entirely new set of burdens coming to rest on delicate shoulders. Postured straightened as joy overtook her, tail waving proudly above her back. "I cannot thank you enough, Gerhardt," she said, voice quivering faintly, dripping with genuine sweetness and gratitude. She was overjoyed, anxious to see Maverick, thankful for the change of situation -- too happy to focus on the fact that she would officially become a member of Seracia in the coming weeks, leaving Valhalla behind forever. She would have to meet an entirely new set of wolves, and even... come to rule them someday. Would they accept a stranger into their home? A former Valhallan as their ruler? "I can promise you sir, I will not let you down." Tail still wagged behind her in almost child-like glee, unable to contain herself. But she stood up on all fours, regal as ever, confidence and pride emanating from her like heat from a flame. |
