by GoldenStateOfMind » Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:59 am
(( Haha you guys are definitely my favorite people on CS too! We have been roleplaying for quite a while now... O.o Btw I'm thinking of changing my username... hmmm...))
Chris raised himself up to see around the bend and realized there was a door leading into the castle. This is where the footsteps had been coming from. He slowly reached for the handle and opened the door, squinting to see inside. A staircase. He stepped inside and cursed as he tripped over the first step, his sword at his belt clanging against the wood door and pushing it back, causing it to squeak. He froze and reached for a lantern hanging a few feet above him. As he strained to grab it, he thought he saw a figure upstairs. What an odd room, he thought, and finally caught hold of the light. "I'm not here to hurt anyone," Chris said quietly, then fought up his courage. Should he finally expose himself to the Hood? Is this what he wanted? Before he could have second thoughts he called out, "It's me, Chris." He would explain himself later. "Who's there?" he added, as he had noticed the footsteps were softer and lighter than that of a fully armed and grown member.
Prince Stephan couldn't help but smile. "I'm always hungry," he teased, forcing himself to not shuffle his feet or look away. "But that can wait. I have something for you." He unwillingly glanced at his boots as he drew the bouquet from behind his back and held it out to Rebecca. "I just thought you deserved something pretty... it suits you," he said slowly, surprised at how smooth his voice sounded. He didn't even blush, though he felt heat creep up his neck. He took her fingers gently in his, and they were cold, and he wrapped them around the flowers. He didn't move his hand away. With his free hand, he caught a lock of her brown hair that was stirring in the growing breeze and tucked it behind her ear. Stephan didn't want to be anywhere else but standing in the night under the trees with his object of affection. The wind was picking up and he realized Rebecca smelled faintly of spices and drying soap, most likely from working around the castle and keeping things together. "Listen, Rebecca..." Stephan started, but he lost himself looking at her and shook his head a little to try and find the words he was looking for. He nibbled his lip slightly and looked back up at her, unsure of what to say.
Who are you to claim you're misunderstood?
~Keep a Golden State of mind~