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In Suelghem's
Drainage Pipes
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With Alvere
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Single &
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Elizabeth let her eyes fall onto the man's coldheartedly, or at least as best as she could with being carried and all. "I am scared of nothing. I fear only the fear within me. You do know about that kind of fear, don't you?" she suddenly questioned him, her voice changing to once filled with inquisitive thought.

"That fear that seeps into the eyes of mankind when they know death is coming," she added, not bothering to give him a chance to respond to the question. "Bother not to make a deal with Istoth if you do so wish to lock me up. I will be dead before you even make contact with them," she murmured, her body going limp with depression. The young girl was quite mature, far to mature for her age, ready to take on death, but still childish nonetheless. Sighing, she closed her eyes, trying to think of something that brought her joy.

But what was the use in that? She knew that any moment now she would be placed back in a cell. These idiotic Seulghem men would be too ignorant to take her warning seriously. They'd believe her to be acted like a child and over dramatizing everything, even how she was to die just because they were locking her away. The only one who seemed to have any sense was the man whom had taken her hostage, yet she still doubted his intelligence.

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They began to move and then the thief decided to answer his question. Turning to look at her, he cocked his head to the left a little and then shook his head. Did she really believe that they, Seulghem, was so heartless that they would not feed, water or treat the wounds of their hostages, their prisoners, so that they would die? He wanted to laugh at her stupidity, at her close-mind. There would be no point in having taken hostages if they would just let them die. Dead bodies served no purpose and could only be buried.

"As I have already told you, we are not heartless," he responded, but thinking about her words, "but you are scared of death. I think that is every man's greatest fear, and there is no shame to be scared of leaving this world." They advanced through the dark corridors at quite a pace and before long they arrived back at the cells. Prince Aeron was leading the Istoth Princess out of her cell as they turned the corner and the Royal Guard shot him a quizzical look. Quickly opening the cell, he stood to the side so the soldier carrying the girl could get inside. "Tell me, what is your name?"

[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; Talking to the Princess| Tagged;; Evan

Aeron began to walk, aware that the Princess was following close behind. It amused him to see how happy she was to be out of the cell, her face a picture of child-like wonder. Aeron found her smile to be infectious and allowed himself his own lopsided grin - which he attempted to hide.

They rounded the corner, leading away from her cell, and it was now that he spotted Alvere, leading the thief in tow, further down the dungeon. What was she doing out of her cell? Aeron had been oblivious to the little escapade earlier. He caught his friends quizzical look and through back his own, one that said 'I'll explain everything later'. Truth be told, he couldn't wait to settle down later and speak to Alvere over a tankard of fine ale; yet the way things were going he doubted whether he would get the chance.

As Evangeline began to talk, Aeron tilted his head down towards her, adjusting the torch so the light danced across Evan's face. She was considerably shorter than him - which incidentally was how Aeron liked his women. Burying that thought, his arrogant side took note of her height as something to tease her over in the future - or use to his advantage. Her words were laced with sarcasm and he feigned hurt, until she actually made a serious request about wanting to run and climb.

A grin spread across his lips and he let out a laugh, what did she think she was - a wild animal?! Aeron cast a sideways glance at Evangeline, a bemused look in his eyes, "I don't know what the policy in Istoth, Evan." He emphasised her nickname, remembering that he was forbidden to call her that, "But here in Seulghem, Princesses wear dresses - so unless you want half of Seulghem's male population standing beneath you, I suggest you don't climb." he chuckled to himself before shrugging, "And as far as running goes, Seulghem doesn't have lush grassy fields and rolling hills like Istoth. We have thick forests, dangerous swamps and a cold, black lake." It was fairly clear from his blunt tone that running was out of the question too. There was a moments silence, before Aeron spoke again, a strange smirk on his face, "Perhaps if you're well behaved I'll take you sailing, or for a swim."

Aeron may aswell have been born with gills. He adored the water, and often felt more at home there than he did on land. In his youth he had spent a lot of time on the lake; swimming, fishing and sailing. On occasion as a child, he would disappear and go skinny-dipping in the shallows with some of the common children. As Aeron got older, he took to rowing out onto the lake and diving into the depths for as long as possible. It was a dangerous game concocted by the young boys; a way to prove their strength and endurance to their peers. It was on one of these occasions that Aeron was attacked deep under the water by an enraged pike. Although it seemed laughable now, Aeron still had a jagged scar cutting across his left abdominal muscles. Ever since that day, he'd been called 'Pike' as a joke and the thing had stuck; even working it's way onto his armour. Although a traumatic event as a boy, it had surprisingly never put him off the water and still, to this day, he would go swimming or sailing as a form of relaxation.

Aeron turned off up a stairwell, catching Evan's accusing glares. They caught him a little off-guard. A sadistic smile played on his lips, "I'm taking you to a private execution service. It could either be a hanging or the chopping block. Personally I'd prefer a good old drowning. Any way you'll be dead within the hour."

Aeron kept silent as they reached the top of the stairwell, stopping to place the torch back into it's original wall sconce. Flickering his eyes back onto her hers, he wiped the sadistic smirk from his face, "Actually I'm joking. You're having dinner with me." he let out an ironic laugh, coupled with a shrug of his shoulders, "Dinner or death. You choose the crueler fate!"

Forcing open the door with a brisk shove, they stepped out from the dark into a well lit corridor. Seulghem colours hung from the walls aswell as rich tapestry; most based around fishing or sailing. Aeron turned towards Evan, his eyes trailing down her body scrutinisingly. They lingered a little longer in some areas than he intended. Trailing his tongue around his cheeks, he took a step back, "First things first. I think you should at least look the part - which means a dress." Aeron looked up, almost sheepishly. She didn't seem like the type of girl who particularly liked donning a dress.

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age: twenty two
gender: female
kingdom: istoth
rank: captain / hostage
mood: fighter / tough
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The she-elf caught the flush of red in his cheeks when she pushed past him. It was humorous to her of how easily men could be flattered. Lost in a train of though she chuckled lightly to herself then snapped back into the real life when she realized she was laughing aloud. Checking with a quick glance to see if the solider noticed she bit her lower lip in apprehension. Beinethiel scoffed when she saw his hand on his sword. She raised her brow and slid down the wall to sit on the dirty ground with a huff. It was damp on the floor as she heard voices down the hallway. Sounding like Evan and Aeron she stood and padded lightly over to the cage door. Peering down the dark hallway she caught a glance of them walking out of the prison together like they were close. The elf clenched her jaw and tightened her grasp on the steel bars. "Now how come she gets to be treated like a princess and I don't get to be treated like the Captain of the Isoth army." She growled mostly just talking to herself but, she turned to look at Leonidas for an answer. Her gaze softened when she exhaled loudly, he was quite handsome for a human, somewhat tall, and had probably had a nice body. Good gods, stop. Bay told herself and shook her head desperately trying to shun the thought away.

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In Suelghem's
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With Alvere
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Single &
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"I am afraid that you are wrong. Yes, death might be man's greatest fear, but not a woman's, at least not mine," the girl told him, a sly look washing over her eyes, but only for a split second. Her greatest fear, as she said, was fear; to feel hopeless, distressed, and panic. That was what claustrophobia gave to her, her fear of fear.

Elizabeth gave him a quizzical look when he asked for her name. No one had ever bothered to ask for her name, not ever. Not even the guards of Istoth who occasionally almost caught her. "My.. my name is Elizabeth Anne Arabella," she told him in a soft voice before she was led inside the cell. There was no point in fighting anymore; she felt hopeless. A long-winded sigh whistled through her teeth, and she felt her body start to tremble once more.

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➳ Dark., your long posts make me so depressed. XD I feel so inferior. ;u;

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Princess Evangeline "Evan" Blythe
female | eighteen | Isoth
tagged: Aeron
going to eat supper with Aeron
being forced to put on a dress
no crush & single
❝ If we don't end war, war will end us. ❞
— H.G. Wells
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Evangeline allowed a small smile of satisfaction when Prince Aeron returned her smile from before. She hadn't expected him to, but liked his crooked grin quite a lot. Then she remembered herself and wiped the smile away from her face, looking pointedly away while attempting to hold back a faint blush. She didn't think it worked though, and was pretty sure her cheeks were gradually getting redder and redder. Dammit, why did she have to blush so much around the prince? It wasn't as if he was worth getting flustered over. She blamed it on being alone with him. Yes, that was it. It was weird, to walk with the prince, her captor, to dinner, no less. It was interesting, seeing him as a person rather than her enemy.
Evangeline frowned, ignoring the sudden light in her face as Aeron swung the torch around to better accommodate her short height. Rather, she frowned because he was laughing at her. First of all, he called her "Evan", which she didn't want him to do. It sounded very odd, coming from the mouth of the prince who always called her "Princess Evangeline" this, and "Princess Evangeline" that. Anything less than that was just not normal, coming from the prince. But Evangeline would probably have to get used to it, considering that the prince seemed hellbent on annoying her, using the nickname she had stupidly admitted as his weapon. And when he continued to say that princesses wore dresses, which wasn't good at all if you wanted to climb, she brightened up a little before saying, "Oh, no, I never wore dresses while climbing. I'm not stupid," she insisted, eyes widening for emphasis. "I always wore a long tunic and leggings while climbing. Running, too," Evangeline explained a bit absentmindedly, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she remembered scaling the castle walls and running through long, ticklish green grass. Forgetting to be sarcastic, Evangeline fixed her mistake and added as an afterthought, almost teasingly, "If I did wear a dress while climbing, Prince Aeron, would you be part of that half of the male population?" Raising an eyebrow curiously, Evangeline quieted to listen to what he had to say next. Her face fell when he described Seulghem's lack of grassy fields, filled with forests, swamps, and a lake instead.
Shrugging, Evangeline said rather stubbornly, "I don't mind. I'll run through swamps and forests and everything in between, as long as I get to run again someday."
When he mentioned taking her sailing or swimming, Evangeline's eyes widened with wonder and curiosity, a pleasant sort of expression on her face. Evangeline had never done anything related to the water, never even being on a boat before. She was a land creature, spending most of her time using her nimble feet to her advantage. She told Aeron this, admitting honestly, "I've never swam before. Or sailed, for that matter." Narrowing her gaze, she examined Aeron a little hopefully. "Would you really take me? Do you promise? I'll be nice," Evangeline said persuadingly, her inner child coming out again at the prospect of an adventure.

As they reached a staircase, Evangeline bit the inside of her cheek, like she always did when she was nervous. Torture? Well, she couldn't say she hadn't been expecting it. Opening her mouth to say something biting and defiant, Evangeline was feeling a bit disappointed, actually. Aeron had seemed so nice just seconds before, but was now asking her to choose her own death. It was a bit of a surprise, which made Evangeline furrow her brow in confusion. Her expression cleared when Aeron admitted her was only joking, which made her close her mouth abruptly and swallow the insult she had been about to toss out. Dinner...? Evangeline tilted her head, still confused, but no longer angry. Inviting her to dinner, what a chivalrous yet silly thing to do. Evangeline could almost feel the reluctance seeping from the prince. Someone else with a lot of influence over Aeron must have ordered him to, maybe even organized it. Obviously, Prince Aeron wasn't exactly looking forward to supper with the enemy princess of Istoth. Well, at least he was being friendly. So maybe he didn't hate her as much as she thought, but of course, he would have to play nice if he was being forced to eat supper with her.
Not bothering to respond to Aeron, not even when he laughed and relaxed, Evangeline walked a little ahead, amazed by the hall he had just opened the door to. The corridor was decorated with Seulghem banners and tapestries. It was very pretty, and although Evangeline missed the warmth of her own kingdom's colors and flags, she liked being in the familiar structure of a royal castle. The buildings were surprisingly similar, although the decorations were of course different, but Evangeline didn't care. She ran forward, careful not to stray too far from Aeron or else he might get mad. Running her fingers along the hanging tapestries as she darted along the corridor, she enjoyed the feeling of the fabric, tracing the designs of the fish and ship sails.
She stopped in her antics, turning around quite suddenly to face Aeron. She had faced him because he had told her to wear a dress, a thing that she hated wearing. The next thing she knew, he was examining her body quite openly, with no shame. Evangeline figured it was a mistake to face him and turned sideways so that he couldn't stare at her anymore. She noticed he looked a tiny bit sheepish, which made her smirk, and she brushed her long, dainty fingers against the nearest tapestry, glancing over at Prince Aeron. "I don't have any clothes with me, Prince Aeron. After all, I am your prisoner now," There was the familiar taint of sarcasm behind her words, but it was the honest truth. If Aeron didn't provide her the fancy princess dress he desired so much, then she would wear her tunic and leggings to dinner, even if it was supposed to be something royal and formal.

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Leonidas "Leo" Gorgon
male | twenty | Seulghem
tagged: Beinethiel
guarding the prisoners
feeling extremely confused
really has no idea & single
❝ When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die. ❞
— Jean-Paul Sartre
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Leonidas stayed leaning against the wall, refusing to look into Beinethiel's cell. He was sure she had caught him blushing. Leonidas rarely ever blushed. It wasn't a very manly thing to do, and Leonidas liked people to appreciate his masculinity. Why else would he allow a light shadow of a beard to grow? Well, there was that, as well as the fact that Leonidas neither had the time nor energy to shave every single day. It was a bit of a bother, shaving, it was, and he had much better things to do, and honestly was a tad lazy to go and scrape off his facial hair on a regular basis. He never let it get too long though, that would make him look rather unclean, and rarely ever let it get longer than medium or heavy stubble, or maybe even a light beard beginning.
Leonidas even ignored the elf's huffs as she sat down on the ground. He lowered his head and gaze as the prince walked by, along with the enemy princess. He didn't know what Prince Aeron was planning to do to Princess Evangeline, but the two seemed strangely relaxed and happy, and the girl was talking rather cheerfully, in an almost childish manner. It made Leonidas smile, because at least one prisoner wasn't being mistreated.
Finally, after Beinethiel began speaking, mostly to herself, but it was still loud enough for Leo to hear, he glanced over at her. She was looking to him for an answer, but he didn't really have one, to be honest. Then, he thought for a little bit, intelligent enough to think it through. Finally, he answered, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Well, Princess Evangeline is royalty. And she may be the enemy princess, but she's still a princess, and should be treated accordingly with respect, even by Prince Aeron. And, well, if we treated you like the enemy captain of Istoth, we'd chop off you head, so be glad about that," He offered her a humorless smile before sighing and turning away, his hand still on his sword hilt like a bad habit he just couldn't break.

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She responded to him but the Royal Guard took note that her voice was slowly becoming softer, like she had given up all hope. He supposed that she must have, after being caught when she tried to escape. The man carrying her lead her inside and sat her against one of the cool stone walls. Normally they might have removed the bonds but the fact that she had tried to escape removed all possibility of that. He hummed low when she told him her name: he felt that he could trust her that she had not lied, for what was the reason? Not to mention her voice was even quieter when she spoke this time.

"Thank you...... Elizabeth," he responded, and closed the door so that she couldn't try and escape again. He wasn't sure how she'd do that but she was a wanted thief, she was probably very creative, "I suppose I should tell you my own?" He asked, more to himself than to the hostage, "Alvere." He wasn't about to five her his full name: he was known enough in the regiment by his given name and that was all most needed to know. Especially Elizabeth.

"We'll likely return some time soon, with a bowl of broth. Some may be tortured, but don't get yourselves worked up." his voice grew in level as he made sure that every prisoner heard him. Seulghem needed information and the only way to get that was from some small torture sessions.

[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; Talking to the Princess| Tagged;; Evan

Aeron listened to Evangeline as she spoke; the Princess had a child-like innocence about her that intrigued him a little. She seemed more than a little nostalgic when speaking of running. It must have been something she did often. Here in Seulghem, it would be looked on as more than a little strange, especially from the likes of a Princess. Showcasing her questionable mental sanity would not instil a great lot of faith in the mob. Besides, the forest was a dangerous place where only the hunters ventured, and everyone knew not to stray to far into the swamps. Sinking bogs and creatures were not the only things said to be hidden within the mists.

Would you be part of that half of the male population? Her tone was teasing, yet Aeron actually found himself pondering it. His lustful part would, yes, but his smaller, more chivalrous part would be beating the peeping toms away with a stick. However Aeron mentally chose option three; he'd climb up after her and retrieve her himself. The Prince was no stranger to climbing, though his expertise was derived more from the rigging of ships than trees and walls. Aeron raised his eyebrows as she admitted she'd never swam - or sailed before. Then again, why should she have? Istoth had no lake, and was situated far from the sea. Yes, he would take her sailing, he decided. Tomorrow at first light, if the weather was permitting. Aeron internally chuckled; if she annoyed him he could always push her in and see what happened. It made little difference to him if she sunk.

As they made their way down the corridor, Aeron's blue eyes followed Evangeline with a trace of amusement. He never thought anything of the tapestries - he passed them almost everyday - but now he looked at them, they were really rather eye-catching. Cool blues and rich greens sprung out from the woven fabrics. Some captured fisherman trawling the lake, others centred around the contrast of forest and water. The oldest were a little more faded, showing scenes of tranquility and peace. The newest were brighter, yet somehow darker, perfectly capturing the spirit of wartime.

When Aeron lifted his gaze, after asking her to wear a dress, he caught her smirk and realised she must have spotted his sheepishness. Clearing his throat he began to walk again, "No matter. You can borrow one of my dresses."

It took Aeron three strides to realise what he had said and he turned back to her, rolling his eyes at his mistake, "What I meant to say was, you can borrow one of our dresses. We have plenty of garments, ones that the Noble women of the Court borrow. " Aeron kept them walking for a little while longer, up another corridor and another flight of stairs, until he came to a small door.

"There's a load of dresses in here." he glanced at her, "Poofy ones....floaty ones....straight ones....um." he made a gesture with his hands pushing on his stomach; clearly imitating a corset, "Them tight ones....." Aeron was clearly out of his depth, "Anyway...I'm sure you can find one suited to you. I can summon some handmaids to help you change if you wish?" It was a genuine question. Aeron had some valets dress him every morning.

(Psh...don't be silly...you post long posts too! x3 besides my posts are only long because they are filled with so much fluff!)

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Princess Evangeline "Evan" Blythe
female | eighteen | Isoth
tagged: Aeron
outfit
walking with Aeron
feeling highly amused
no crush & single
❝ If we don't end war, war will end us. ❞
— H.G. Wells
outfit made using Doll Divine

Evangeline was rather enjoying herself, tracing the various designs of the tapestry. She paused in her walking when Aeron began to speak again, offering to allow Evangeline to borrow one of his dresses. Laughing, she raised an eyebrow at him, just waiting for him to stop and rectify his mistake. She didn't have to wait long. Three strides, and the next thing she knew, Aeron had turned back around and was looking at her a bit amusedly, rolling his eyes. Apparently the noblewomen of the court used the dresses stored in the castle. Still smiling at the ridiculous mix-up of words Aeron had made, she followed the prince, feeling rather excited. She still felt that guilt for being treated well while the others rotted in their cells, but Evangeline couldn't help but love being out of her prison again. It felt nice, being able to walk around. She got claustrophobic and fidgety very easily, which was poor for a princess that had to sit still and act properly, especially during long dinners or meetings she was forced to attend. Hopefully the supper with Aeron would be a casual, private sort of one, so that she didn't have to act all stuffy and royal like she had always had to at home. Still, Evangeline would act as stuffy as her parents wanted her to for the rest of her life, as long as she could be returned to them. For now, though, at least Prince Aeron was being nice, so she could relax around him for the time being.

Evangeline didn't speak to Aeron, and he didn't speak to her, for the remainder of their walk. He stopped at a door and finally spoke, telling her that it was the room where all the dresses were kept. Evangeline assumed it was like a large closet. When he asked if she needed handmaidens, she shook her head, saying, "No, I can dress myself perfectly well, thank you." She laughed when Aeron made a few attempts at naming various sorts of dresses. Shrugging, Evangeline reassured him, saying, "Don't worry, Prince Aeron. I'll find a nice enough dress to wear for dinner. Stop torturing yourself," Evangeline held back a giggle when he imitated a corset. Evangeline had never worn them—they were too uncomfortable and restrictive, like they were choking her—and it wasn't as if she needed one anyways. The princess was naturally slender, fit from all her active wanderings through the castle and streets and outside the city walls.
Opening the door, Evangeline discovered that it was indeed like a very large closet. Dresses hung all around the room, with a sizable space in the middle, easily able to fit a couple people. A lady and her handmaidens, Evangeline guessed, as she sifted through all the various dresses. Many were too fancy for Evangeline's liking, but she finally found a simple enough one that looked pretty comfortable. It had two layers, which she hoped wouldn't get too hot, but it looked nice. It was long, covering her legs and feet, so she could go barefoot without anyone noticing, which she did. Peeling off her torn and dirtied clothes—she sort of tossed it to the side—Evangeline slipped into the dress, tugging it over her body. The fabric was soft and stretchy, so it didn't tear if Evangeline was ever a bit too rough with it. The under-layer was thinner than the over-layer, white and simple. The over-layer was a faded, greenish sort of color and thicker and warmer. It was sleeveless, with thick, simple straps a few inches wide over her shoulders. There were also two thinner straps that wrapped diagonally across her neck and around her shoulders. A built-in necklace of white fabric roses were right on her chest, attached to the neck of the dress. After she finished dressing, she ran a few fingers through her hair. It still had dirt and dried blood in it, but she managed to get some of it out with her hands, combing through gently. She wished she had accepted Aeron's offer for handmaidens; they probably would have come with real brushes and lots of braiding talent. Still, Evangeline could braid her own hair, and she did so, only plaiting a part of it using the braid to tie her bangs back and out of her face.

Finally finished, Evangeline left the room, seeing that Aeron was still there waiting for her. Of course, it was only natural that he stay, to make sure she didn't run and to guide her to the dining hall. Shrugging, Evangeline said a bit sheepishly, "I sort of threw my old clothes somewhere in the room. Sorry about that," Shutting the door behind her, she shivered a little bit, feeling her bare feet touch the cold floor. Her arms were a bit chilly as well, considering the dress had no sleeves, but Evangeline didn't mind. It beat dwelling in the dank, musty dungeons below ground. She'd take anything over going back into her cell. Although, Evangeline supposed that after all her fun, she'd have to return sooner or later. Probably after dinner was over, Aeron would escort Evangeline back to her cell. Frowning a tiny bit at the thought, she turned to Prince Aeron, asking, "So, where's the food?" She was getting rather hungry.

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[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; Talking to the Princess| Tagged;; Evan

Aeron sighed, waiting. Women always took so much time slipping into a dress, yet it only took him a matter of seconds to rip it off them. That was something that wouldn't be happening tonight. No, this dinner was strictly business; Seulghem and Istoth, treating in his father's wake. He almost balled his fists, but the door latch clicked behind him, breaking his thoughts.

Aeron turned glimpsing the Princess, he allowed his eyes to trail down the dress. It was a pretty choice; it flattered her well. He opened his mouth, and for a moment it seemed as if he might even say something nice - perhaps even a compliment. Instead at the last moment, a smirk crossed his features and he shrugged, "There now, was that so hard? I couldn't have people thinking I was having dinner with a little boy!" he chuckled.

When she mentioned her previous attire, Aeron discarded the comment with a casual swipe of his hand. There was no need to worry about trivial matters like that. After all, that was what staff were for. Aeron's blue eyes noted her shivering, though he made no sign of acknowledgement. Aeron's sense of chivalry was virtually dead, and besides, the only way he could offer to warm her up was a hug - a line he wasn't going to cross.

Instead Aeron began walking, only just realising how hungry he was himself. The last time he had eaten was at the pre-battle feast last night. His father's last-supper. What a depressing thought. He tilted his head back at Evangeline as they walked, "I suspect we'll be eating in my fath...The Ki-....my solar." Aeron frowned, seemingly annoyed with what he'd just said. The King's solar was a small chamber, situated next to his study, which was used primarily to entertain Noble Guests in private and host small meetings. If Aeron knew anything at all about his Uncle, this is where the supper would be held.

They arrived at the room fairly quickly; only one corridor and a flight of stairs. Upon arrival, Aeron shoved the door open with the flat of his palm and stalked across the room, over to the central table. Grabbing a wine decanter, he poured himself a glass and lifted it to his lips, downing the crimson liquid. Gods, he needed a drink more than he knew. In recent times, it seemed drink was something he craved more and more; the cool liquid quenched his nerves and drowned his sorrows.

A small spread was laid out perfectly on the table. Wine, cheeses and a roasted suckling piglet with an apple placed in it's mouth. The room was warm; well lit by a crackling stone fireplace. Small bookshelves lined the lower walls, with great oil paintings hanging above; depicting the Kings of old in immortal glory. Some differed greatly from Aeron, others were almost doppelgängers, however one thing stayed the same. The cold blue gaze. Aeron fought to avoid their discerning stares as he poured himself another drink. Letting an Istoth noble into this room was practically blasphemous.

Usually, he would sit with his father in this room, after a triumphant battle and look out of the great window that faced the lake. From here you could make out the cove where the modest Seulghem fleet were moored. Aeron quenched the thought before it festered. Focus on the Princess and forget about your father.

Clearing his throat, Aeron gestured to the table, "A dinner fit for a King and Queen. Too bad there are no Queens present. I suppose I will have to make do with you." he regarded her cooly, a smirk playing on his lips.