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Missing being here and missing all of you. Hopefully, I will be back in a few days.
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A small hiatus note: due to the unexpected situation at work, I will be going for a small hiatus. Probably for a week or so. I should be back by next Tuesday (or Wednesday), but we will see how everything is going to develop. Might or might not be able to lurk.
#[ ooc. ]#it's just one of these emergency you don't expect#wish me luck#hopefully it only looks bad#i might be slow with ooc replies too#i already miss you all
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Yes, she was afraid. That it was a dream. That it was happening because of some odd spell that had been casted on them (on him?), and it would end up soon (too soon). And she’d be returned to her chambers, to her solitude, to her yearnings. But Nunnally was also afraid she could hurt him. Deprive him of his strength, of his powers (that she still didn't understand), make him abandon his other wives (that he once told her he needed to survive). Nunnally was afraid that he’d be disappointed with what love truly was (or might be), or at least that love between him and her was not possible. The love that she wanted. The love that she needed.
She was afraid that this new beginning could also be an end. The end. Her end. That it all was happening too quickly, too abruptly, unplanned. Nunnally was afraid that it may scare Regulus and make him run. Or erase her to forget that it ever happened. To indulge himself in getting more and more wives to prove him, to prove her that it didn’t matter.
That she was not innocent enough. That she was not beautiful enough. That she simply was not enough.
She had never been so much afraid in her life. Not even when Regulus kidnapped her. Not even that she was forced to accept the marriage proposal back then in her old life that didn’t exist anymore. She was so frightened that she was so close to getting what she wanted but also to losing everything.
…because she was not patient enough?
But she was not afraid of her feelings. Of the happenings. Of the heat waves, of the butterflies, of the dizziness, of her quick breath, panting, heart pounding… She was perhaps confused of how intense these feelings were and how Regulus answered to her being nothing more but…a mess. How he was being a mess himself? She welcomed these feelings, enjoyed them, indulge in them. It was love. Or at least one of the shades of love as she loved Regulus before. Before all this was happening. Before they kissed, before they hugged, before he promised her to become a real husband to her.
But she couldn't voice these feelings; these fears and these hopes. It was beyond her ability to speak, to explain.
“I am not, Regulus. I am not afraid.” – of you; at least that was true. She was not afraid of him. Although she knew she should have been.
“You would…” – she repeated; as some odd peacefulness would fill her; he said it was meant to be. They were meant to be. And that was true. She felt it. They were meant to be. Together.
“It makes me the luckiest…the happiest woman…” – she whispered; Nunnally wondered if it was going to happen now; if he carried her there and make her truly his wife. But she was not to rush it; he’d give him time (although perhaps she should not).
“Oh, Regulus, please kiss me again…”
He was confused, very much so. Nunnally had confused him, as if she had walked within his room and cast nothing other than a complete and utter spell on him that had caused him to lessen himself for the moment, he knew nothing of what this was, what Nunnally had done, love was complex for him, it was not an emotion in any sense of the understanding, it was a word, it was a promise, it was the deal he had made to extend his life and gain his powers.
All to try and have what everyone has within the world.
All to try and have what everyone takes for granted.
That was the deal he had made, served, follow the book, do what it commands and love will be rewarded to you, it will be given to you, was this it then, was this love, so why was it so different with Nunnally when he had endless wives at his calling, what made Nunnally stand out, what made Nunnally so different, what made Nunnally be the one that he had kissed for the first time within his life.
Something like this, doing something like this.
It goes against the perfection he sought.
The second kiss lingers, it tickles and dances upon his lips, soft and swollen with the light kisses of affection given to Nunnally, but also returned, as her fair hand held onto his shoulder and her hand placed forward and danced within the softness of his white hair and he could not understand such a thing.
It made little sense to him.
That his hand was on the small of her back, the other was behind her head, just lacing through the endless white hair there the same as his own, but softer, like lacing his fingers through fine silk, he could not explain the touch and feeling, the sensation he felt with this action.
So used to taking, killing, ending.
Destroying.
“Nunnally …” It was more of a whisper, a prayer, her name was muttered to her lightly, as if this was some grand little secret between them, as if it was forbidden, and it was, this was against everything they stand for and what his kingdom was meant to be.
A kingdom built upon purity and perfection.
Built upon the strength he held over everything.
His eyes would remain wide open, this was .. Nunnally had kissed him, once, twice, too many times, and he felt, flushed, dizzy even, that if he was not holding onto her, he would fall to the ground, he has stood before heroes, armies, dragons, and he felt nothing as he raised his finger and flicked them away into a crimson shower to spray across the land, but this, this was something else, something he could not protect himself against.
“Nunnally …” Again he whispered and listened. “You are not afraid …” Of this, these feelings, where very confusing to him, was it not the same for her.
She was kissing at his throat, beyond the golden collar, and it was hard to focus. “Yes.” As he nodded his head for the moment. “I would.” He knew about marriage, husband and wife, but he never felt like he had anything like that, he had wives, so many, but that was it, it was an illusion, it was his version of marriage and nothing more, but he knew what Nunnally was asking from him as he would look at her and press a kiss to the top of her head.
“I think, that this was meant to be like this.”
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Oh, he was so cute with actually trying to explain to her what he was doing on his phone. Although of course that wasn’t what her words were supposed to mean. She just wanted his whole attention back on herself, and it seemed it was working. Or perhaps not entirely working as Nunnally didn’t expect his little outburst. She’d expect him to be at least a bit more welcoming to her (foolish) idea.
But it was still exciting for her. So, she didn’t even get annoyed with him. Why should she after all? Vital did give her a present and she liked him: --
“But I…I am greedy…” – she said laughingly not feeling discouraged by the roll of his shoulders – “I’ve always been. I don’t really understand why greed is supposed to be bad…” – yes, she was joking, but was there any other way, in which she could reply to his comments? – “And I am not only greedy. I am used to taking what I want.” – that was a bold statement; a statement that was not even entirely true, but with Vital Nunnally felt that she could be bold. He was provoking the dark side in her.
She laughed. And then straightened herself while looking at his profile. He was surely handsome.
“Do you think you are the first person that tells me that?” – she retorted when Vital criticized her taste – “Whether that’s true or now…” – she tried, she really tried to be serious, but she was failing. Miserably – “…true or not, that’s your bad luck…or good luck…” – Nunnally finished and then she pressed a quick chaste kiss on his cheek. Well, it would probably be better under the mistletoe, but it was good enough.
“There, I told you I take what I want.”
“…now show me that cat you’re trying to befriend…” – or better kiss me back.
@lured-into-wonderland / continued . . .
Perhaps the silence meant he had gifted the makeup erroneously, Nunnally at odds with the apple hue he chose to give her. Perhaps he had misread her preferences despite having noted the colors of her veins on the inside of her wrists whenever she sipped her coffee or hot chocolate. Perhaps this was just a dumb idea because even Vital didn't really know why he had bothered with the gift at all. Holidays were stupid, and he wasn't someone who liked to play along with social expectations anyway.
A glance was only spared from his phone screen and the cat-collecting game he had decided to check in on. He spotted the young woman applying the gloss, studying her placement in the compact mirror, but he then looked away to refill the little digital cat food bowl. It was all the time she needed to shift, next to his side, the first indicator being the gentle scent of whatever perfume or shampoo she liked to use. The second was more obvious, her blonde locks spilling over the dark blue of his sweatshirt as Nunnally rested her head upon his shoulder immediately as if they were childhood friends. He had half a mind to roll his shoulder and reject the contact if only to spite her, but Vital actively chose to just let it slide. It wasn't like it was hurting anything.
❝ I've been trying to get this one ca... ❞
His explanation of trying to befriend the rare duchess-type cat fell off, unfinished words formed in his mouth before he simply gave up, Nunnally sweetly speaking about how lovely the color was. But it wasn't just that, it was the way she phrased it, all leading up to... ah, mistletoe.
Vital went ahead and rolled his shoulder anyway, never one to give anyone an easy time for practically anything.
❝ Don't... don't get greedy! Just be glad I got you anything at all ! ❞ Knee-jerk reaction aside, he had to take a moment before the truth of Nunnally's words settled in: she had some kind of interest in him. Despite how he had been kind of a jerk the whole time? ❝ Christ alive, Nunnally, your taste sucks. ❞
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“You just tell me that to make me feel better.” – she retorted harsher than she wished to. Nunnally was scared. She thought she’d more comfortable in front of the driving wheel. But first, it seemed so complicated, and secondly, with her little posture, this car seemed too big for her. She hardly reached the pedals even in her high heels.
“So, first it’s gas, then clutch…” – she started; no it was actually the opposite, right – “No, no, no…it’s the other order.” – she sighed. They were on the empty parking lot; had Evan chosen it because he had expected she'd be so bad? How mean of him! So even if she did something utterly foolish, there wouldn't be much harm done. She sighed again and closed her eyes trying to remember what he had explained to her before. Why was she so nervous? After all, it couldn't be that complicated. So many people drove. So why was she hesitating?
Nunnally opened her eyes and looked at Evan. He didn't look annoyed with her. She would understand if he were. She felt red creeping onto her cheeks. She was annoyed with herself, but she couldn't make anything about it. Sometimes Evan's presence flustered her with no reason. Since he had kissed her back then under the mistletoe, she couldn't stop wondering what it meant. It wasn't a friendly kiss. Of that she was sure. But she had never asked. Should she ask now? She wouldn’t mind if he kissed her again. Should she kiss him now? Why such thoughts now?
Nunnally was sure that by then her ears and neck were red as well, but maybe (probably?) he’d just think she was just frightened. Or confused.
“It’s pretty warm here.” – she said hoping it seemed like a reasonable excuse. She turned her head again and looked at the road. Well at the empty parking lot.
“I am ready… I think.” – she closed her eyes; one of her feet on the clutch; the other one on gas. Why wasn’t it working! It was only the engine making the terrible noise…!
“You look like you're about to jump outta your skin, Songbird.” he laughs a little, looking from the Nunally's face to the steering wheel ahead of her in the driver's seat. “It's a little daunting — I know — but it always is. It certainly was for me too.”
She's asked him once, in the past, if he could teach her to drive. At the present, he couldn't remember if she had added on “like him” to that statement or had left it as is. His better judgement elects to believe that she had wanted to learn the basics of how to drive and that is the thought he would stick with. If she piped up with an additional request… well… he couldn't tell her no — not when she looked up at him with those gentle, but pleading eyes of hers.
However, a half promise ( a “Maybe later” ) is easy enough to say.
“You tell me when you're ready and I'll walk you through slowly, okay?”
Mini-Starter Call | @lured-into-wonderland
#evan#nunnally#verse: human#sansloii#i warned you she'd have a crush#if he kissed her under that mistletoe#for real#at least in her mind#also#nun baby!#you don't close your eyes when you drive
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Nunnally smiles when she hears his description of herself. It is not that it is untrue. Perhaps it actually describes exactly what she is, but she wonders how much of it could apply to anyone (or any princess) coming here? Was it the same for him?
“I will not say you’re incorrect.” – she states gently. Would you like me to ever share my true self with you? Another question that should not be voiced, but this one will find an answer. Sooner or later. Rather later in fact, but things between them are meant to be slow. Until perhaps they’ll get too fast (if everyone agrees to the match).
“How would you then describe yourself?” – she asks to continue the game.
She listens carefully as he explains about himself and the empire. There are some things she was told before coming here, and some that are completely new. But Samuel does tell her a story of a boy that was not supposed to become an emperor. It seems he’s not of the royal bloodline, but not that it matters for anything. As long as the crown is on his head, he’s an emperor. And his blood is sacred. Though Samuel’s blood is god-like in many more ways; she assumes.
It’s a nice view from the window. It’s more the gardens that she enjoys, but Nunnally understands the true meaning of a strong army.
“So, what’s a weapon of your choice?” – she asks out of the blue before Samuel continues to explain about the empire.
“It is.” – she answers with a smile, when he finishes talking; perhaps Nunnally is, indeed, overwhelmed, but that is again something she would not wish to confess to him – “But it is important to learn. To understand. Our lands will be bonded together. This way or another or at least that seems to what would serve our nations best.” – if it works; with them getting married or without it.
“Then I guess I should restrain from wearing onyx here…” – she concludes with a gentle smile; and then asks the question: --
“Does it mean you could now talk with your First Minister if you wished? Without him being present here?”
Samuel hums and he watches Nunnally's features for a moment before he says, "There is a reluctance to your visit here, but I see that you will do what is asked of you for your kingdom. There is an unease as you hope your match will be good for the kingdom and you. Behind your laughter, there is a deep well of you that you are not willing to share with just anyone."
The politics were complicated after Thom died in 3392.
"I was not told about the throne here until my twenties. When Taedras and I deemed me ready I came here to take the throne. I had to have a rudimentary understanding of the history, culture, and religion of the lands first. As a Camarian Inquisitor ruled the capitol until 3396 and outlawed every Royalian tradition and religious ceremony.
"The throne was then taken by a woman named Shnorhik, but again she only ruled the capital. Both were unable to use the oath. The provinces at that time had become independent duchies once again. So there was no Royalian Empire after the death of Prince Thom in 3392. It is 3421 today. These lands were without an Emperor for 16 years."
A gentle shrug of his shoulders as he drew her to a northern window where she could overlook the military training area to the northwest and the gardens to the northeast.
"All children are subject to the oath depending upon who is Emperor. The heir has the onyx behind his ear but the other children have the onyx in their wrist like ordinary citizens. It's done to keep the will of rebellion in the other prince's down as they cannot seize the throne without the oynx behind their ear. The priesthood and the throne heavily regulate the sale of onyx for that reason."
A smile, "It's much to take in, I realize. I hope I''m not overwhelming you."
#samuel#nunnally#verse: royal#xxofloveandlossxx#[ mentioned: drefan ]#nun vc: this empire needs a (small) change#also nun: but nun do you want to be that change?
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He was lying. She was sure of that. She might not have been a player herself, not even a queen on the chess board, but it didn’t mean she was a foolish girl. Not anymore at least. Nunnally might have been naive once, when she had learnt the truth about her family, about her father, about the origins of their money, but it was already years ago. Since she was trapped and locked away from the “real” world, first against her will and then upon her own decision, she was left with nothing else but the opportunities to observe. And so she did. She was observing. And she had become good at it.
Oh, Nunnally knew men like Ogata. He could pretend to be a simple hitman, a bodyguard, a handmaid sent for her entertainment, but everything about him told her a different story. The men who were there just to kill had, in her opinion, different eyes; or perhaps that was something else about them. She couldn’t truly explain it (or understand it), and, indeed, she could be wrong. But Nunnally was certain she was not.
(...was it also her pride that she required someone better...?)
Perhaps he even had an aspiration become a player. It was an interesting thought, but true or not, she could not tell. Nunnally assumed she was important. Or rather that she was an important piece to move. Her importance had nothing to do with her, though. Indeed, she was like a medieval princess, who was the easiest and quickest way to the throne. Well, whatever it was all about, she wasn't going to make it easy for anyone (herself included?).
Nunnally was sure Ogata knew a lot about Koito. Even if he didn’t know him personally, men like him always did their job. He’d surely did his research, and he’d surely been given information. About her. And her father. About Koito. Getting him to speak would be an interesting exercise; Nunnally believed it would also allow her to assess what his position in the hierarchy was. Though, she was also sure he would not talk. At least not n o w. She considered changing her strategy and play "lost" and "innocent" for him so that Ogara could start pity her. Yet she decided against it. Firstly, it was probably too late for that, and secondly, it never worked with this kind of men. At least in her experience. Sugarcoated lies would be most she’d get from him. It was not even that she had tried that before with similar men. She didn’t have to. She was once naïve and innocent, and it was better to be the way she was right not. Cold, distant and prideful. That was her shield, her armour and her sword.
“I don’t believe you.” – she said still looking at the fountain; conveniently ignoring his remark about google – “And sugarcoating your…” – she wanted to say lies, but finally she decided to use a different word – “…refusal with a polite Nunnally-sama does not change much.”
In that very moment, she turned around on the heel and offered him a smile: --
“You’ll have to try harder next time…” – if there was going to be "a next time". Nunnally wondered how he’d interpret her words. Would he give her some credits for not being completely dumb? Or would he rather assume she’s a total idiot for saying so openly her honest opinions? Or perhaps he’d think nothing? In any case, it was not important.
Nunnally considered pressing Ogata a bit harder for information, but it would probably be no use, either. Though his behavior (or reluctance to talk) gave her another idea. That he didn’t like…no, not her. She didn't expect he didn’t like her. Rather she suspected Ogata didn't care enough about her to offer her even some negative feelings. Nunnally thought she annoyed him at most, and maybe he had some professional interest in her. But it seemed he didn’t like (or was told to pretend he didn’t like) her fiancé. She'd have to carefully look how the two men would interact when they were to meet shortly in a few moments. Was Koito similar to Ogata? Then probably there would not be much to learn.
It was time to go. Right? She could not delay it forever. She shrugged slightly, and decided it was time. She took his arm. Uninvited. She wanted to see his reaction.
“The path is rough.” – she offered him a sugarcoated lie; just like he did a moment ago – “We need to go.”
And then she asked: --
“Do you think I should try to investigate something about you?” – of course he did not. But perhaps she try to figure out something more; she could ask her father for assistance - "I have a feeling we'll be spending much time together." - at least until I get married. Would then she get another handmaid? Or would her future husband be more relaxed? He was not from their line of business, was he?
When it came to the designation of players and chess pieces, Ogata had some thoughts and ambitions of his own. Tsurumi was a master of pulling strings, it was why his opponents were so wary of him.
This was something Ogata was used to, it was however, the tip from his commander, to not underestimate the father, that had Ogata's eyebrows raising slightly -- If Tsurumi had identified the man, Julien, to be someone that should not be underestimated, that was the surprising part. But just because Nunally was the daughter of a formidable opponent, didn't mean she could level the playing field herself.
Ogata fancied himself a player too, even if the puppet master, Tsurumi, still thought he had control of Ogata's strings, that was what suited Ogata best for the moment. He was interested to see it all for himself, and the view from under Tsurumi's wing happened to be a good one.
At the moment he could see Nunally was as tangled up in the strings of manipulations as a fragile, porcelain marionette. Koito too, though he lacked the frustrated helplessness that seemed to sparkle in the young lady's eyes as she procrastinated on her inevitable fate. She was at least a little more self aware than that brat.
Twice now she threatened him with the consequence of something happening to her well being under his watch. Tiresome and self important little thing. Without any notable reaction, Ogata spared a moment to flip the cigarette around his fingers before tucking it back into his jacket.
"Dunno," he shrugged bonelessly, "You'll have to ask him yourself."
The answer for whether or not Koito smoked was a hard No. and it was something Ogata happened to be well aware of. Koito had a reaction very similar to Nunally's the first time he'd caught Ogata and Usami trading exhales in an alley before a meeting. Except then, Ogata had smirked and blown the smoke in the younger man's face. Koito had coughed and spluttered, turning red from a follow up remark by Usami as he identified Koito's inexperience with sugarcoated politeness.
No, Koito didn't smoke, and he was a light weight by all accounts where alcohol was concerned, no cigarettes, no drugs, no sex -- If it weren't for his big mouth, and short temper he'd have the makings of a very good boy.
Ogata looked at her as she prodded him for information --
He could tell her a lot of things about Koito, things the young man didn't even know Ogata knew -- for example the expression he made when he was a teen scared shitless, trying to put on a brave face to his kidnappers, and failing to hide the fact that he'd been crying just a moment before.
And that was hardly the most embarrassing thing Ogata knew about him. Ogata could spill secrets that would make a bride to be quite disheartened and reluctant to ever share a marital bed with such a bumbling person.
But even though it wasn't Ogata's job to convince Nunnally to fall in love with that entitled idiot, he was pretty sure she was going to be fine.
"Nunnally-sama... You look like the kind of person who knows how to use google. I'm not sure why you're asking for my humble opinion when you probably know more about him than I do by now."
#ogata#nunnally#verse: mafia#muddsludge#[ mentioned: koito. ]#nun's vc: i'll force you to talk#somehow#also lmk if it's okay she took his arm#i can rewrite if he would not allow her
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They are after h e r. There is no question about it. They want her, and she is a constant threat to Reinhard. Deep inside Nunnally regrets that she didn’t free him, when she had a chance (and a good excuse) to do so. He would have been safe now, and that alone would be enough to make her happy. Being aware that Reinhard was safe would let her face whatever fate is prepared for her; even death. Nunnally has cheated death too many times already. Always thanks to him; her knight was always there to protect her, and she has so little to give him back. Nunnally feels guilty and ashamed. She should have accepted the beast, the witch, the greed and his archbishop.
She should have… Is it too late for that, though?
They are running for days now. She is dirty, tired and hungry. There is no lady in her anymore (or maybe there is actually more than there ever was?). But her lips has never told a simple complaint, and whenever Reinhard’s worrying eyes are placed on her, they are always met with a smile and reassurance she is doing just fine. And she is; as long as he is with her. As long as he is close, all these things are only small unpleasantness. Nothing more.
She tries to keep up with him, but it is difficult. Her feet hurt, and all she wants is to rest. To sit or lay close to him and find herself in his warm embrace.
“They’re here after me…” – she whispers; how is she supposed to tell him to leave her alone and run? He has promised to keep her safe (and he does), but Nunnally is now sure she has no right to stay with him. But Reinhard behaves as if he doesn’t understand the meaning of her words. As if he refuses to do what she requests him to do.
She is first pulled (into his embrace) and pressed against the wall (as the guards pass by); and then not long after she finds his hand on her mouth so that she doesn't make a sound. It’s breathtaking, but does right. Nunnally is so tired that even gasping for air is loud (and difficult). She knows she needs to be silent, but she is already at the verge of fainting. She can’t cope with it anymore. The tears are finally rolling down her cheeks, but she tries not to sob.
“Reinhard…” – she whispers again, although she knows saying his name is a risk she shouldn’t be taking. Nunnally can’t run anymore. If she takes a few more steps, she’ll fall, so his words to wait (and rest) are met with a nod.
“Is it…safe…?” – she asks, looking at this mountain of trash; she feels an unexpected hesitance to sit there, to hide there, but again tells nothing. Nunnally trusts him. Reinhard knows what he is doing.
“Could you please hold my hand?” – she is ashamed she’s asking for that; but Nunnally needs it. Otherwise, she’s going to break into pieces. She needs some of his strength. She has none of her own.
Time was not something they had.
They where running out of it, and the situation was indeed dire, but he swore an oath to her, to Nunnally and it was something that he fully intended to keep no matter what would happen, things where bad, but they where alive, that counted for something then, and it meant that they had a chance to escape this, and he would cease that chance no matter what as he reached back and would take her hand and squeeze it gently and move forward, slipping into the alleyway and taking a few twists and turns down the street, listening as he heard the guards shouting out commands, to try and find them both and arrest them, something he knew was nothing other than a lie, they did not go through all of this to merely arrest them, they fully intended on murdering them both, and that was something he could not allow to happen, Nunnally safety was his main concern, always had been, especially now it was the only thing on his mind.
“Over here …” As he would take another turn down another path for the moment and move and press them against the wall as a group of guards would run by them.
No doubt they wanted her alive to question her, but the scent of the witch, and the fact that the sin of greed was without a doubt within her right now, her head would be cut off her body and then the remains burned, the same for himself as well, as the best choice right now would be to try and slip through the cracks, avoid the guards and get out of the royal city, if they could get out of the city then he would be able to figure out where they where and how far they had to travel to get out of the nation and back to Nunnally kingdom and back home as well, in the hands of a mage or someone who would be able to help, but the first thing that needed to be done was to live long enough for that to all come about. “Wait ---” As he made sure she did not move, as he moved his hand to cover her mouth to ensure she did not make a sound.
Another group ran by them and then another, looking for them and trying to see if they could be found, no doubt the reward would be a grand one, the first one to find them would be given lands, titles and wealth, but that was not going to happen as he takes her by the hand once more and when he saw the opening he ran from where they where hiding, across the street and to the other side as he would run with her down another dark alleyway, twisting and turning through the buildings and then stopping for a moment. “We can wait out here …” As he looked around to see the rubbish, trash and other things tossed out from the shops, homes and restaurants, no one would be looking for them down here.
He hoped.
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Nunnally – in a way – was Tomoe’s opposite. Although the girls seemed to share some similarities in how they looked, and perhaps in how magical aura lingered around them, Tomoe seemed much more modern than Nunnally ever did. Or at least that was what Nunnally thought. Her friend seemed to fit the society much better than she did, and she looked so cute in her summer outfit: --
“It’s been a while since I was to the seashore.” – she said looking at Tomoe’s top; Nunnally was wearing a long flowery dress that was not only covering her shoulders, but also most of her legs – “Though I mostly like it after storm. I am not much of a swimmer.” – she laughed; both at her odd preferences and Tomoe’s comments about the fish.
“Well, I think we might get less complaints coming from the fish and more from the people around us. As if falling into the pond was something that deserves so much attention. But…” – she hesitated – “…I promise I will not do that. Though it is so warm that we may find a lot of people wading in that pond. I’ve see a lot of children jumping in that large fountain in the city center. And it seemed no-one minded them...” – Nunnally didn’t have many clues on how the human society worked. It definitely worked differently than her own, but close enough she could survive.
“Of course! Let’s go!” – the fair-haired girl laughed; she didn’t have much more to do, so going out with Tomoe was something she’d immediately agree to. But even if she had plans, she’d change them unless it was her father wishing to see her.
“Ice-cream.” – Nunnally said seriously – “We should definitely have ice-cream. Nothing else is more fitting for a day like that.” – if she liked anything sweet, these would be ice-cream. She found it funny how ice-cream changed from fashionable dessert served during high-end dinner parties (when she was a small girl) to almost the most popular sweets nowadays. She smiled to herself, and then – slightly out of the blue – she said: --
“I like when you call me Nunny…”
“I hardly hear my name…and even less often turned into such a sweet nickname…”
@lured-into-wonderland continuation from here.
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"I haven't actually, I wanted to go with you." Upon discovering the newly opened café Tomoe knew she simply couldn't go there without Nunnally. It was perfect in every sense. As if the very Gods themselves had designed it to appease the duo and give them incentive to spend a couple of hours in each other's company.
Tomoe herself had opted for a summery outfit that was equally cute as comfortable. Baby blue shorts and a white crop top with short ocean blue sleeves and the text "seashells by the seashore" across her chest. Upping her height with white chunky sneakers and ruffled ankle socks.
"Really? We should definitely go check it out!!," the dragon cooed with hands clasped together. With the arrival of spring the sun showed itself more often than not and graced them with its warmth. Today was no exception. The bright blue skies and gentle breeze begged to be enjoyed thoroughly. And it wouldn't so disastrous if they would find themselves in the pond once again. "I'm not sure the fish would be so appreciative of our company, not again at least." Cue a hearty chortle.
Lips still curled into a smile, her almost doe-like eyes met the demon's, about to agree with the statement until she was caught off-guard by the hug. Simple as it may be, to her it was as though she was bestowed with something oh-so precious. Without skipping a beat, Tomoe embraced her friend back— tightly. A bearhug. While the words remained sealed behind lips, the way in which she held her was like an opened book. 'I missed you too', it repeated for as long they held onto each other.
"I was secretly hoping you would want to go asap. I'm craving something sickeningly sweet." Almost feline-like, she pressed her cheek against the other's. "Let's go now, Nunny, pretty please ♡."
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Reading is essential for those who seek to rise above the ordinary.
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She blinked: --
"Even more..." - she laughed - "It's easy to say you do love cars. And imagine I cannot even drive." - Nunnally regretted her confession the moment it slipped from her lips. What would Luzio think about her now...?
"I just never had a chance to learn..."
"The older ones..." - she was quick to change the topic of their conversation - "So, what is the oldest car in your collection? Older cars do have that odd charm of the long passed times... I've once driven Phantom III for a social event..." - truth to be told she only remembered the name because of the Phantom of the Opera. Otherwise, she'd just know it was a Rolls-Royce.
"Though that is probably not something you'd drive yourself..."
"Let's go then." - she immediately agreed taking his hand; her eyes were sparkling. Not because she had any love for cars (honestly she did not), but she was really excited to learn something (more) about Luzio.
"When did you learn to drive, Luzio?" - she asked him hesitantly - "Were you young?" - she was wondering where did his love for cars come from.
"Honestly I'd like some more but there's import laws and stuff to deal with.. ideally I'd like to get to a round number like 150." Money couldn't exactly solve anything. Although it did at least have him able to reserve cars in advance when the law did let up.
"It's like you've heard before, I have garages. I have several scattered around the country to keep my cars in storage. Some of them are in mechanic shops though and sort of sit on display there too.." The world of getting and replacing car parts was a challenging one. "I've driven most of them; but you're right, some are just for collecting; especially the older ones."
"Mmm.. if you say so, I'll take you for a ride then. There's one in my garage already."
Standing up from the table they'd been sat at, he offers a hand to Nunnally to help her up, clearly excited in his own way to show off his cars.
#luzio#nunnally#verse: human#suizokukans#i am so proud of her#she remembered the model of a car#luckily it was not just a number
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"Wanna go get ice cream?"
“Nnoitra…!” – she exclaimed happily, when she heard his familiar voice. Nunnally didn’t hear him coming. She was too busy watching the children wading in the fountain. It was such a warm day today! Perhaps even too warm, and she would too enjoy taking off her high heels and joining them. She wouldn’t mind her long flowery dress getting wet. It was so warm that in a few moments it would be dry again; she assumed. Though it would be ridiculous. She was a grown-up person.
“I haven’t seen you for a while.” – she said; it wasn’t truly a complaint, more like stating a fact – “Have you been well?” – she looked at him and laughed – “How did you find me here?” – she knew it was a coincidence; a lucky one that they were in the same place in the same time – “Somehow it seems easier that I should have spotted you and not you me.” – Nnoitra was definitely sticking out. His height, his complexion. Well, everything about him made him different than people around him. But wasn’t it a bit similar like in his case? It was after all how similar they were (in her eyes) that she had approached him when they had met for the first time.
“Ice-cream?” – there was a light surprise in her voice when she repeated his question; well, of course it was so warm that having ice-cream made a lot of sense. Nunnally nodded and her lips formed themselves into even a happier smile – “Oh, that's an excellent idea. Were you thinking something simple here in the park…or something more fancy?” – Nunnally got excited – “They opened a new ice-cream shop close to the modern art museum. They have an interesting choice of flavours like olive oil, black garlic, or curry coconut ice-creams…” – that didn't sound too appealing, did it? – “I have not been there, but I’ve heard they’re pretty good.” – did she sound as ridiculous as she thought she did? – “I mean I know these flavours seemed odd…but I have once eaten wasabi ice-cream and I liked it a lot…”
Nunnally suddenly stopped; she didn't have a sweet tooth, so she was getting pretty excited about all these savory tastes, but then Nnoitra might not like them – “I am sure they’d have some more regular ice-cream, too. Though we can definitely go to a more regular cafe. I’ve seen one behind the corner.” – she suddenly felt foolish. What would he think about her? She liked him and instead behaving like a normal person, she behaved like…herself. Nunnally sighed: --
“I can sometimes behave like a normal person… I promise.” – she sent him a cheerful smile – “Though that doesn’t happen too often.” – she laughed – “So, what do you say, Nnoi…?”
“May I call you Nnoi…?” – she hesitated.
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“don’t be messing with my feelings, my loyalty’s hard-won and quickly lost”
She was finally able to relax. She had been so stressed recently; Nunnally didn’t like the idea of hiding things from her husband, but even more she hated the idea to tell Regulus that she had met the witch. And made (or did she really?) a deal with her. She didn't want to tell him that she was looking for a (forbidden) book.
But this late afternoon, she forgot all about it. Nunnally was lying in a bathtub enjoying the warmth of water, the scent of roses, the pleasant foam around her, her drink and her book. She didn't know where Regulus was; he had disappeared earlier that day. And he didn't care to tell her where he went, and when he would be back. It did annoy her a bit. She had hoped he’d already become more open with her; she was his favourite wife, right? Yet Nunnally was also painfully aware their marriage, and their relationship, was far from the normal one. Even though at this point, she wouldn't change it for anything else. It was her place here with Regulus, in this little kingdom, and the only thing she needed to do was to twist it all around so that it better fitted her needs. And for that she needed that book.
She had already understood that Regulus needed all his wives (though she didn't know what for really). But she also understood that despite he was speaking about love, and how much he loved all of them, he truly did not. And most of them didn't love him as well. In fact, many of them were terrified of him (and by then she could understand why). Nunnally was also aware that she herself should be dead by now. She had crossed the rules of this kingdom, his rules, so many times that it was a small miracle she was still alive. And that she had met his wrath only once. Nunnally was not truly sure what had happened then (was it some sort of the nightmare?); she was sure he had hit her (and beaten her?), but then it seemed as if had not happen…? So, perhaps it had been a dream? A warning that he had sent her…? In that odd way...?
Nunnally sighed and forced herself to stop thinking about it. She just needed some time for herself to relax. She dived under the water in order to wet her hair and rinse off her (unnecessary) worries. Just then, when her pretty little head, re-appeared from above the foam, she heard the door opening (who could that be? no-one but Regulus was allowed here), and she heard these words: --
“don’t be messing with my feelings, my loyalty’s hard-won and quickly lost”
“Regulus…!” – she exclaimed, hoping her voice did not come as too surprised. But perhaps more surprising than his sudden appearance in her bathroom were his words. They sounded almost like a threat. But why? What was going on? Did she do something to deserve his words? She had never messed with his feelings? She was honest with what she felt for him.
A thousands of thoughts passed through her mind. No, she didn't remember doing anything that could be considered an action against him (well, apart from the witch and the book). She was loyal. She was, but…this book could give her everything she ever wanted, so she needed to try. But he was GREED. So, he would understand she just needed to?
She moved hear head to look at him; her blue eyes still opened in surprise and slight fear. She felt vulnerable. Now in front of him. Naked in that bath tube.
“W-why these words, Regulus? Has something happened? Have I done something to deserve these words…?”
“I…I would never… You know…you know you’re the only one…I love…”
Was he jealous? - (Oh, she liked that thought) - Was he warning her against something? After the first shock, Nunnally was trying to figure out the reason of all it. But she was clueless. Clueless about what exactly caused him to say these words. In that very moment, there was only one explanation that seemed feasible to her. And it made her brows furrowed (ever so slightly). She knew there were many who wanted her fall. Who wanted to take her place. Nunnally knew that many wives didn't want to be close to Regulus, but there were still many of them that wanted to have what she had. And hated her for being chosen. But did Regulus believe in their (cruel) whispers?
That was a hurtful thought, but perhaps it was about something else? She hoped so much it WAS about something else.
Nunnally didn't feel confident to step out of the bath tube right now. The water and the foam offered her a shelter she needed; a shelter from many things: --
“I am loyal to you, Regulus.” – she said in a serious voice – “Please don’t believe what your other wives whisper about me. They are jealous of what we have. They just want to be as special as you made me. I am loyal.” – she repeated – “I was and I will.”
“I will never hurt you.” – she touched the diamond in her ear and looked at the identical one adorning his ear – “I mean nothing without you. I am no-one without you.”
But then another interpretation crossed her mind: did it mean she had managed to win his loyalty? Was that the hidden meaning of his words as well. Yet, Nunnally did not feel confident enough to ask him.
“Regulus…”
“…I love you…I truly do…” – she moved her head away; not to look at him. No matter how much she wanted to feel empowered by his words, they were rather pouring anxiety into hear heart.
“Would you mind passing the towel to me…?”
“The water is already cold…”
@fallesto
#regulus#nunnally#fallesto#she's hardly ever sacred of him#but right now she is#also i hope you don't mind#i put these words in a slightly different place
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"How many!? 132?" - she was not sure if she heard it right. Nunnally knew Luzio liked cars, but well, even s h e didn't have that many pairs of shoes or evening dresses. Or maybe she had? - "So, where do you keep them all? It's like..." - she was trying to imagine where 132 cars could fit...; and then suddenly Nunnally realized he must have been really rich. Well, she always knew he was not poor, but she had never really thought how much money he had.
"Do you drive all of them sometimes? Or are some more...like a collecting items?" - that would make more sense, right?
"Ascari..." - she had no idea what car that was; well, a fast one as Luzio was saying. She didn't know what he exactly meant by asking is she could handle it, but still answered with at least some confidence in her voice: --
"If it's you who's driving...then yes, I can handle it."
"I guess one of the places could be a secret garden... but without the garden part." He wouldn't tell her just yet it was a massive old airplane hangar he was using as a garage.
"Currently, I own 132 cars. Although a few of them are duplicates in different colours.. without those it falls down to roughly 104." And, he could easily name every single brand and model without missing a beat.
"Hm? The Ascari?" He tilts his head to the side, clearly thinking for a moment. "It's a very fast car - are you sure you could handle it?"
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“There’s no need to apologize.” – she states slowly; there truly isn’t. She has received many compliments, and she is not shy to know men find her attractive. She might be uncertain if Hibiya finds her pretty and smart (even if Nunnally tries to pretend she doesn't care). But his words wouldn't prove anything to her. She knows how they were brought up, and what they are requested to deliver. She knows how norms and rules require them to behave.
“I am not good with words either.” – has she ever truly told him how she feels? Has she ever admitted that she often wakes up in the morning and waits for his invitation for join him for breakfast? Has she ever had courage to tell him that she is happy that the fate has given her him (if she was to marry without love being there first)? That she finds him kind. And patient. And understanding. That even if she isn’t always given what she’d hope for, it’s not that she isn’t given enough.
No, she ha not. But her pride was always her armour, and shield, and sword, and she is too afraid to reject it. And she knows it. Does Hibiya also hide behind pride? And his good manners?
“I enjoy your company, Hibiya…”
Their hug feels…awkward, least to say. But could it feel different? They are royals arranged to be married. They are not expected to spend time together. Alone. There will be many situations ahead of them that would surely make them feel awkward. Nunnally is now considering, if it would be all right to encourage him… Laying her head on his shoulder... And then his free hand suddenly guides her into…a kiss? Their lips meet for a (too) short moment.
( ‘We shouldn’t be kissing…not just yet…but I want him to kiss me. And I want to kiss him back…’); conflicting thoughts run through her mind, but she welcomes his soft touch gently leaning into it.
Yes, they shouldn’t be kissing just yet. They are young royals; now engaged but soon to be married. And then and only then, after their marriage is formally announced, there should be any intimacy between them. There are rules, and laws, and codes, and official and unofficial norms that were set only to prevent such an intimacy from happening. Though the rules are mainly for her, and Nunnally is well aware of that. And yet she welcomed his kiss. And yet she does not regret it.
Can Hibiya tell that?
Perhaps she should be thinking if he isn't putting her through some odd test (to annul their union?), but for whatever reason, she feels safe. She feels that he needs, that he wants, someone: a friend, a lover, just someone close. And he wants it as much as she wants such a person. Before she can find right words (or perhaps right actions), her fiancé speaks.
(“I’m sorry I’m drunk.”); what is the meaning of these words? Why does Hibiya tell her that? To tell that he regrets the kiss? That he wouldn’t kiss her if he were not drunk? She only hopes that it doesn’t mean that he would kiss anyone sitting here next to him. Nunnally hopes, Nunnally wants to believe, that it is her that he wanted to kiss, and being drunk made it possible for him…to try.
“I…I…can tell that…” – is her hesitant reply; she moves slightly closer to him, or does it only seem like that? – “Does telling me it mean you’d rather stay alone?” – but why? It would feel so odd to leave now.
“I’d rather stay if…if you don’t mind…”
But why does she want to stay? She doesn’t know, but leaving n o w is the last thing she wants. Didn’t he enjoy the kiss? Perhaps it was easy to say she’s inexperienced.
"Let me stay with you." – she says; her hand reaching out to gently caress his cheek. Nunnally wants Hibiya to know she’s not offended by his actions.
“I…I…” – Nunnally doesn’t really know what she wants to say. Does he want her to pretend the kiss didn’t happen? She might if that makes him feel better, but how is she supposed to know?
“I enjoyed our...first kiss.” - (did he? or was Hibiya disappointed?) Nunnally does not know why she said these words. But unlike usually, she did not regret it. She did not regret being honest. For once.
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A quick beat of surprise came over him at the question, but it washed away as swiftly when she laughed it off. Even still, Hibiya clarified, "No, I don't mean to say that at all." Her joy was infectious, relaxing his fears over the possible thoughts of judgment. If she was mad, hopefully this ease at least meant she wasn't furious.
Boyish embarrassment was covered up by a drunken flush already tinting his cheeks as she fixed his hair, caressed his face. It was a kind of affection that could easily pull whatever she wanted out of him. "I apologize for that," - for not complimenting her sooner - "I'm not always the best with my words," Hibiya admitted with an airy chuckle, an equally as gentle tug at his lips forming. "I hope you don't take it personally."
He watched Nunnally get comfortable, bells beginning to try and alarm in his head that it was all a ruse. She seemed so happy, like this was planned to happen after dinner. But . . . why? He very clearly messed up. Instead of explaining, he tried to hide this moment of weakness from her and knew a bottle would at least calm his thoughts. He knew Nunnally wanted someone easy to talk to, a husband who would give her whatever she wanted, not a young man found intoxicated on a couch after some news he didn't want to hear. And yet she still cuddled up to him.
Hibiya's arm wrapped around her, indulging in the closeness, though it clearly did not come as naturally to him as they both may have hoped. He was stiff, his arm not quite resting, nor pulling her in as it should have. She faced him, those big blue eyes and it made him want to melt. The question was almost ignored since Hibiya had hardly been reading the book he held in the first place. How he hated that nickname, and how cute it sounded coming from Nunnally.
"Sure." But he didn't. He instead watched the woman he didn't deserve, who equally as desperately wanted him to be perfect. Hibiya instead brought his free hand to guide her towards a kiss. In an attempt to address the elephant in the room, he hesitantly apologized. "I'm sorry I'm drunk." Though the aftermath wasn't what he should have apologized for. Yet he thought it enough to give Nunnally permission if she felt like she needed it to criticize Hibiya. He deserved it, and would rather hear it now than risk it boiling over in front of others.
#hibiya#nunnally#verse: royal#royaletiquette#okay: when i said i'll rewrite it#i have not expected it will become so long#but anyway here she is#have her honest#have her vulnerable#and easy to destroy
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Of course he didn’t hurt her. And finally he was able to admit that himself. Reinhard did not hurt her. Instead, he offered her something important. His gentle touch. His soft lips. His caring hands. His passion. Desire. Himself. And she offered the exact same things to him. Eagerly. And he accepted it. So, why would they be ashamed of giving and receiving?
Nunnally knew the answer. There were rules and codes that were to restrain it from happening. For the lady of her status, it was even more complicated. She was supposed to follow (oh no, not her heart), but the will of those for whom her happiness was often not the priority. She was supposed to be a tool for her father, for her kingdom, for her land. A tool to be used, and sold, and traded in a way that was deemed appropriate. And her decisions about herself impacted the rights of these others to own her. To use her. To decide about her. Nunnally knew that in the eyes of many she was tainted. She was no lady. No future wife. No-one.
Did Reinhard think like that about her? His opinion was the only one she cared.
But Nunnally didn't feel like the society (and its norms) demanded her to feel. She was happy. She would probably do it again, undertake the same decision, if the time could have been rewind. And if anything would stop her, it would be her care for Reinhard. As much as she was stained since the moment she survived, he was not. He was still the hero of the world (and perhaps with him by her side she could even come back to the old life). But then she was cursed. The curse of the beast. The scent of the witch. Was her being a reason of his failing was her punishment that she cheated on death?
('I am meant to protect you'); he said. And he was protecting her. Couldn’t he understand that? He offered her something she had never expected to experience.
“You are protecting me, Reinhard.” – she said gently – “I fell safe and wanted. Here close to you…”
“The way…I have never felt.” – I belong here. I belong to you.
Then when he was saying her name, she liked it so much. It felt so intimate. There was so much love she could hear in a way he said her name. And lust and desire was the part of love, wasn’t it? So, why to claim it wasn’t? To blame them for feeling them...?
“Not yours to take…?” – she repeated his words. So whose was it to take? Was he taking away her right to decide? No, she knew Reinhard did not mean that – “Yes, it was your to take.” – she was feeling her cheeks became pink and Nunnally started to feel the familiar heat – “It was yours to take because I offered it to you. I gave it to you.”
Perhaps she should not be saying that. Perhaps she was humiliating herself in front of him. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. She still wanted him to know. Nunnally didn’t want Reinhard to regret what he had done. What they had done. She didn’t want him to blame himself for what had happened. It was easy to say it was her first time, too. Women could not really hide it. But she didn’t regret she had her first time with him. Here. Today. And she didn’t want him to regret. To blame himself.
“I gave it to you and all you could do was to take me…or not.” – she looked at him all flustered but confident in what she was saying – “But I am happy you took the decision you did.” – another wave of heat run through her pale, now hardly covered body. She wouldn’t mind (no! she would actually want it), if they were to do it again now. But she knew it was probably not going to happen. Reinhard seemed to be filled with guilt and shame. But he was still her knight. Their night didn’t change that. At least not in her eyes.
“You are still my knight.” – she repeated; these were the words she would repeat over and over again. For him to believe. For him to know no matter what his final decision would be. But he covered her hand and moved closer to her. And gave her his oath again. One for the lady (he still considered her to be) and one for Nunnally. An oath of a knight. Of a hero. And of a man. To a lady and to a woman. She smiled as she put her head on his shoulder and leaned onto him. Their naked shoulders touching again. It reminded her of his kisses he covered her last night. And she smiled.
“I take your oath again. As a lady. And as a woman.” – she smiled to her thoughts; some would assume that during this night a girl was changed into a woman. Because of him. Not that she truly believed it was what happened, but she didn't mind being his…woman.
“The world will forgive you.” – she wanted to reassure him; yes, the word needed the hero. The saint sword. Yes, the world would forgive him and condemn her (for tempting him). But although she couldn't say she was ready for that, she didn't want him to feel bad about what was unavoidable to happen.
But Nunnally didn’t need to think about it now, and even if that thought passed her mind quickly, it was even quicker dismissed and it didn't cloud the happiness she experienced. The happiness of them being so close. They were sitting there in silence until she heard these words that she wanted so much to hear.
He enjoyed it… He enjoyed it. He enjoyed it! Being with her. Being in her. Touching her. And being touched. She abruptly sat down to see his face. She wanted Reinhard to look at her, when she was to say these words that her lips should never had said.
“I did enjoy it too.” – she said; her hands reached out to caress his cheek – “And I would enjoy if it was to happen again. Now…”
“Or ever…” – the silk sheet has partially fallen down and revealed some of her naked body to him; Nunnally didn't notice that one hand (the second was busy caressing his cheek) wasn't enough to keep the silk sheet properly. She was too much enjoying the touch of his face on her palm.
“I really would.”
There are laws, rules, codes, everything put down into place for this very thing, all done to try and stop it from happening.
“I do not believe, that I harmed you.” All he needed, was a glance at her, to see she was within perfect health, her pulse, her breathing, everything was perfect as normal, there was no physical damage as well, no signs of distress, no lingering magic, curses, nothing at all to tell him that something great, evil, harmful had happened, all he could see, was someone who had been made love too and in return made love with another as well, and he was not sure, if that made things better or worse.
“I am meant to protect you.” Form things like this, from men that would wish to have there way with her, use her and throw her to the side, destroy her in a manner of speaking, he was meant to protect her from monsters, from the cult, but more than that, from anyone at all that would seek to do harm to her on any sense of level.
“Nunnally …” As he said her name for the moment, the sweetest sound upon kiss stolen lips as he looked down, and he knew he needed to be careful, they where both, naked here, with nothing other than silk covers between them to hide them and if he looked at her, he was not sure, not sure what he would do, because this was his first time, he had a vow, this right here, was never meant to happen, he was a knight, he was meant to be better.
He breathed out for the moment and looked down, he felt guilty, he felt no different from his father, who had stained his career, with drink, with chasing women, with acting a fool and he had tried so hard.
To be a better man that his own father who had walked away and left him, jealous of his career, power, and the fact, that the world loved him for what he had done.
“Nunnally.” Again.
It was easier to say the second time around.
“This was not for me to take.” As he spoke of the tenderness, the art of love, was something, between two souls seeking to join one another, he was not like many people, sex was not something that was on his mind, it could be bought, sold, traded for so little, humans throwing away something so pure, innocent, wonderful, for a cheap thrill.
No.
It was meant to mean more than that, it had to mean more than that.
You are still my knight.
Right there, within the moment, he needed.
He really needed to hear those words, as he turned and looked at her and did not shy away from her this time. “Yes my lady, of course.” A small nod of his head for the moment, she was right, he could not leave, only when she dismissed him or broke the oath, if she found another knight or being better suited to tend to her, then he could not depart.
Hew as conflicted, but when her hand touched and covered the top of his own, he moved a little bit, closer to her, to be at her side, to let her lean against him if she wished as his other hand moved, to cover over her small one and press down between his hands to cherish her touch and protect her.
“I swear it Nunnally.” That he will not leave, she will not awaken and he was gone. “I mean it.” He was her knight, his oath and loyalty, his power and abilities, where for her and her alone, to protect her from the darkness that wished to consume her.
“Then that is fine with me.” Exile, for the two of them, if that was so, wherever his lady would go, he would go as well as he turned and thudded his head into the side of her own and breathed out a sigh. “I enjoyed it …” As he whispered it, enjoyed what had happened, enjoyed her, enjoyed what they done, if she allowed him to speak freely, he held no regrets, this was a feeling unlike anything he had felt, and he had thousands of blessings, but the blessing of this lady, of Nunnally, crushed them all.
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