POOHEAD189

The Deposed Dilemma

He'd not meant to make her flustered, but he supposed inside he'd hoped to get a bit closer to her. But not in that way! He bit his tongue, and sat back down again, feeling just as flustered and attracted to her as she was to he. He never thought he'd be attracted to a Queen like she was some lovely woman down the road! But she was so pretty and shapely, and she'd grown to enjoy him whether she'd admit it or not. And he'd...grown to enjoy her, God help him.

He breathed in, calming himself. "You need to place the cut up meat and potatoes in there. Slowly! Don't want the water to splash on you. Ok, now put in the cut up cheese, and then finally pour the milk in." He watched her do it, almost getting up again but thinking better of it. "Alright, now stir every now and then for half an hour as the ingredients melt, and it should be ready. See? It wasn't so bad."

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He simply watched her, wanting to be encouraging and also secretly admiring her full and curvaceous figure now that she'd had some food in her. His cheek rested on his hand who's elbow rested on the table, and he almost lost himself in his male gaze before he saw the potato slip. By the Lord, he was proud of her for even asking to learn, so he wouldn't let her lose courage now of all times.

He pushed himself up, and drew in closer to her. He grabbed the potato, his chest pressing to her back and her head as he guided her hand with the knife back to the potato. "Here, hold it firmly like this." He said to her, his large hands over hers as the potato was held in place. "We don't need the potatoes sliced too thinly. Just..." He cut the potato with her hand, guiding her along. "Thin enough. See?"

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"Not a bad choice," he said happily, and the strong young man went back into the cellar to get the ingredients. It was a pound of sirloin, cut up. Two potatoes with salted cheese, cut up. With two smaller wooden cups of milk, along with the spices he presented for her, all within a pot that was half filled with water needing to be boiled. He told her all of this as much, and pulled up a chair as he watched her. He set the fire at the side of the kitchen so she didn't burn the house down, and showed her how to put on mittens as well, beforehand.

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He blinked, and sat up, feeling his head. "Sorry, that slipped my mind." He said, blinking more. "I guess I nearly was dozing off." The young blacksmith shook his head, his hair getting somewhat shaggy now. He stood up and went over to the water bin, splashing himself in the face. "Let's do it together. You tell me what you think you'd like to try, and I'll help you every step of the way." He said, and he grabbed an apron for him and her. Humphrey saw the new movement, and let out a strange, curious noise as if to say 'whats all this then?'

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He smiled to himself about the donkey exclamation, but when she mentioned cooking, he opened an eye at her. "You would do that?" He asked her, now opening both eyes. He had to admit, this was a lazy day of his, and the town visit had him in an even lazier mood. He was in no position to refuse. "If you'd think you wouldn't mind, I'd be delighted to see what you'd come up with." He said, sitting up a bit and giving a groan as he did so, his strong muscles tired from the past week of work.

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"At least you tried. I'm proud of you." Berek said with a nod, his hand idly petting Humphrey's head while Ferona scratched his mane on the base of his neck. He looked to be in canine heaven right now, the dog comfortable and smiling big. "Well, my day was no more exciting. Just haggling over prices and trying to find a dress I thought you'd enjoy. But I guess it beat's staying here. Next time I'll take you with me. We might even get Jeffrey some exercise if you want to ride him."

He suddenly noticed it was a tad chilly in here, and realized the furnace had not been worked all day. That and the night times were getting colder. "Hold on a moment," he said to her, and he stood up to go and turn the furnace on, though it was on a low heat, working the bellows for a minute until it grew nice and warm. He plopped down on the cot, and realized it was now quite comfortable in the room.

"I can make dinner soon, if you want." He told her, though he now lay back on the cot, his big arms behind his head, biceps prominent. Though his feet were on the ground. He breathed in, enjoying the warmth and the company.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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They nevertheless shouldn't be grouped together

@Andreyich

Oh, well when you put it that way

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Her sudden reaction caught him completely off guard, and despite himself, his heart skipped a beat when her delicate hands folded around his. He ran his thumb over her fingers, and for the first time since he'd met her, he felt like this was a truly wonderful thing that he had found her.

Ferona breathed in the flower, and to him, he felt like she was beautiful. "Of course." He said, opening his mouth to say something more. "I was just thinking you would enjoy a flower with your things." He said breathlessly, and just watched her in silent admiration. Humphrey in turn watched the two of them, happy as can be as they shared a moment. Berek tilted his head. "Tell me about your day, if you would. How did um..." He placed his hands on his legs. "How was it?"

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Berek's hopeful expression diminished when he saw her grimace. Not for the first time he wondering what he was doing in this strange situation. Why was it whenever she was pleased he was captivated but when she wasn't he snapped out of her spell? He didn't think she was a witch, but...he'd never felt this way before. His emotions usually weren't so volatile.

He sighed, and nodded with a sad smile. "You're right, it was dumb." He said, looking away, red faced and kind of embarrassed. He didn't know what she thought of him at the moment, and he wondered why he even cared!

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He felt a warmth rise in his body when they shared a thank you and eye contact. His face flushed slightly, but he did his best to keep himself steady and ignore it. When she looked away, he could tell her hair was beginning to grow back nicely as well. It must have been very thick and long for it to already be making a come back.

He held the shirt up, admiring it. "I can't wait to see it if this isn't the finished product." He said. He ought to know something about quality. It was what his job was known for after all.

The next item he had wasn't exactly...well he didn't know how to show this without feeling uncomfortable or making her uncomfortable. But he decided to do it regardless. He knew it would make her feel better in a bad situation, so he decided to go for it. "Your hair's growing back nicely, but I know you'd want the scarf to wear over your head. So I uh, well there's a lot of farms around here, and I didn't have any extra money. But I saw something I thought you might like to wear over your ear with the scarf so..."

He produced a rose, and presented it to her. He tried to keep his face impassive and light, but he had to admit he was anxious for some reason.