Straight Forward
10-10-2013, 07:55 PM
She seemed to be an eerie ghost here, if only she was as magnificent as Isar. Then, she'd somehow be able to hold a grasp on the loyalties she held, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed what she had, and she would hold onto it until she died. Who knew where she'd be going anyway, her father had been an excellent teacher on the arts of leading. Even though she simply had no desire to do it, she was blindly loyal to Isar. Yet she still had a sense of mind, and she couldn't keep wondering about what the other ladies thought. Specially the ones who were already pregnant with his children. When would she be ready for that. When would Lova get the chance to give birth to strong sons for him? She couldn't spend all her time worrying about this though. She would become useless as the dame if she did. So a small chuckle escaped her throat as she happily purred to the noise of the wind. It blew on her, but she felt no cold due to her thick coat. She had been born in a place where the snow never melted, so she was dearly used to the winter. She loved the winter, and the weather that came with it. Now that was one thing she'd be happy thinking about. Speech, |