Pale fingers had taken hold on a book, the book itself was on the royal family of Morganythian and its lords and ladies. Elise felt it was a good idea to understand the history, the families that all supported their king, but before she could open it or even settled down to the read the door had opened forcing her to look around to see none other than him walking inside. [color=6ecff6][i]What is [b]he[/b] doing here? Surely not looking for me, I hope.[/i][/color] However, as Elise began to think on what could have brought the King to the library, she felt her anger rise at his words of greeting. 

[i]Oh… it’s you?[/i]

[color=6ecff6][i]Charming, absolutely charming who the hell does he think he is? Its you? I am not some peasant, not a spy to assassinate him. How insulting.[/i][/color] 

There was a fire in her blue orbs as she looked at him, fingers gripping the book so hard in her hand it was trembling slightly. [color=6ecff6][b]“Apologies, I did not realise I was to stay confined to my room seeing as I am already confined to the palace.”[/b][/color] Words spoken through gritted teeth as she glanced down at the book in her hands calming herself from the anger, she had felt moments before. [color=6ecff6][i]I must compose myself; he probably enjoys seeing me react in such a way, relishes in my anger and unhappiness here.[/i][/color] 

Standing tall and proud Elise was dressed in a fine gown that any royal Princess would wear, it had a beautiful black lace trim and sat off of her shoulders, the only catch was that it was black and it contrasted against her pale skin. Black a colour often seen in mourning, but Elise thought it was fitting as she was mourning her freedom, her impending marriage and being bound to a warlord that clearly disliked her as much as she did him. There was nothing they would have in common, but words of Lady Cheldarine came to mind from the feast. [i]He could make a good husband[/i]. [color=6ecff6][i]No, nonsense. He is a king, he doesn’t need a romance, we are not destined to have love in this cruel game of power.[/i][/color] 

Looking him up and down she could see he was dressed simply, no armour to show the power he held but there were still weapons sat at his belt just in case something should happen. It was strange to see him like this, it made him look like a normal person not a King with the weight of a country on his shoulders and a distasteful marriage to sort out. Feeling her anger diminish as he stepped in making conversation, she looked at the book in her hands feeling a little embarrassed for her earlier remark and anger at his greeting. 

Smiling as she looked around the room at the vast number of shelves adorned with books, scrolls and ancient texts she nodded. [color=6ecff6][b]“It is quite the collection; you must be proud of it. This has to be years, no centuries worth of information at your fingertips.”[/b][/color] Glancing back to the book that was clasped in her hands she held it up slightly, [color=6ecff6][b]“I thought I’d start with this, it’s only polite to learn about those who graciously host me here. Lady Cheldarine has been wonderful as have my ladies.”[/b][/color] It was no lie, the ladies although spying on her had been nothing but lovely as well as Lady Cheldarine. 

Hesitating before she spoke her next words she frowned ever so slightly, a part of her didn’t want to ask but then if anyone would know it would be him. Blue eyes downcast as a flash of worry passed through them unsure on how he would react [color=6ecff6][b]“I don’t suppose… you have heard anything from Eorzia?”[/b][/color] Tentatively asking as she spoke her home county name, her father had yet to write to her and it had been a week. Even her brother hadn’t and a part of her had hoped that maybe he had her letters, perhaps they had to be read before she was able too and at first she had been annoyed at the thought but now she just wished there was something. It was hard not to feel alone whilst here in enemy land not knowing anyone and the idea of her family not writing made her feel as if she had been exiled for them. Sold away like nothing.