[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] When Royalty Collides
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] October 5, 2016
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Feora Isabel Swinth
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Feora noted that Henry was rather quiet following her greeting. However, she took it as a sign that he was similarly uncomfortable in the given situation, which gave her some relief. She let him take his time formulating something to say. She certainly wasn’t in any rush. When he finally did speak, she was pleasantly surprised by his statement. Right away he spoke with sincerity, which was something she both admired and envied. His mindset on the situation that they were currently in evidently paralleled her own. A spark of hope flared up in her that together they could come up with a way out of this arranged marriage, a way that would not be detrimental to either of their kingdoms. Her expression brightened up slightly at that thought, and the corners of her lips started to pull up into the beginnings of a smile. But of course, her hopes were quickly dashed as a new realization struck her. Out of the corner of her eye, she had noted that her guard Fitzroy was watching her closely. It dawned on her that whatever she said would get back to her father via her eavesdropping guards. That meant that she couldn’t defy her father without him knowing about it. It was one thing to challenge him privately but publicly—she didn’t know what he would do then. What punishment would he come up with, marry her off sooner than the allotted three months? Her facial expression hardened the slightest bit, and her jaw clenched as anger and frustration built up in her. [i]My father thinks he has won the game, but the truth is that the games have only just begun. He needs to get out of my way, or I will trample him into the dust.[/i]

She quickly tried to change her expression back to something more neutral. Henry didn’t deserve to take the brunt of her anger. It wasn’t his fault that her father betrayed her or that she was dumped into this mess that she called her life. [color=007236]“Good,”[/color] she answered simply to his question on how the pastries were. She once again flashed him that small half-hearted smile. When he began speaking about his mother, she felt a pang of sadness. She wished her own mother was still alive, maybe then her life would be more pleasant. The statement that followed momentarily confused her, and she mentally scrambled to recall what little information she did know about Henry’s history. She quickly remembered that he is a bastard child, so he must have been referring to his birth mother. She was honestly surprised that her father chose to have her marry Henry considering his status as a bastard. Not that it really mattered to her. After all, you couldn’t choose who your parents are.

Her breath caught in her throat when he leaned over to her to whisper in her ear. His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, causing an involuntary shiver to run down her spine. Nevertheless, her brows furrowed in reaction to what he said. He then pulled away and quickly, and rather loudly, changed the subject. She only vaguely registered his question regarding her favorite food. Her mind still remained on what he had whispered to her. [i]He’s not worth it…why would he say or think that?[/i] She wanted to respond to that statement, but the fact that he had whispered it meant that it was a conversation he didn’t want everyone to hear. Her face flushed slightly at the thought of leaning over and whispering in his ear like he had done to her. However, she felt that what she had to say was important. It took a fair amount of courage on her part to lean over and whisper in his ear, [color=007236]“Everyone has worth, Henry, just not everyone is kind enough to recognize it.”[/color] She watched his facial expression, gauging his reaction, as she pulled away. [color=007236]“Now what was the question again…my favorite food? We eat a fair amount of meat in Wulfswinth, so I suppose it would be something along those lines. Maybe beef brisket. Venison is nice as well.”[/color]