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[h3][color=yellow]Feoras[/color][/h3]
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Feoras waited in a statue like trance until he felt the familiar cold that he once was allowed to affect. He looked at her, his eyes turning a blue she had seen so often. A blue that betrayed that he did still care for her. Cared, but did not love like she wanted him to. He seemed incapable of loving beyond odd possiveness, as if that emotion and several others were taken when he was trained to be fae so long ago. [i]love of any sort is a weakness you should not have...but then...what do I feel for her?[/i] he still did not fully know the answer to the question and now...he had hurt her.

He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and walking to her. He lightly took her hand and kissed it. [color=orange]"My.....Lady"[/color] he no longer had the right to call her anything else and knew it....though the hesitation confirmed along with his eyes that even if she hated him...he still cared. He also had no idea how to fix it. 

He walked back in front of falk and lightly bowed his head as a show of respect before nodding. His eyes back to orange as he speaks. [color=orange]"If my head is taken I am sure it will be put upon a spike for all to see....But it would seem that is not my fate yet. Greeting to you Falk."[/color] he then made his way to the pitcher and the goblets and poured two. One for himself and one for her...if she wished to dump it on him he would expect it. He took his goblet and a small flame appeared in his hand as he heated the liquid contained within. He made sure to give his....the winter queen space to avoid him....he really should speak with her later.