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There was little Asher could do but stifle a look of dismay as the two Kings left him alone with the creature. And of course the first thing she did once it was just them was flash him a genuine smile that he wasn’t expecting. Again, his pulse quickened obnoxiously, as the word handsome was not one he was used to hearing used so genuinely, which in turn made it simple for her to close the distance between them without him reacting. The prince’s entire body went tense as she adjusted his crown, the invasion of his personal space making it difficult for him to maintain his composure. ’Focus,’ he chided himself, again finding that it was all too easy for this one to slip past his guard.

But any attempt to say something, snide or otherwise, proved to be fruitless, as his voice had momentarily died in his throat. So instead, all he could do was listen to her advice patiently, all the while thinking about how absurdly blue her eyes were and wonder what kind of perfume could possibly be so distracting. When the creature warned him about wine, the prince couldn’t help but tilt his head in a small show of bewilderment. ”How do you always manage to read me like an open book?” he wondered aloud, giving her a look that was one part curiosity, one part exasperation. For one in a position such as himself, Asher had spent a long time mastering the art of segregating his thoughts from his body language, but somehow this creature always managed to see right through him with those eyes of hers. To say that he found the fact irritating wasn’t even the half of it.

A quick cursory glance around the room reminded him that there were eyes watching the scene playing out. Some of them, such as the one he saw coming from his would-be-killer Sparky the Mage, were vicious and clearly showed just how little they approved of the two sides getting so close. Asher had expected those looks from the moment he left for Linore that day and were part of what made him doubt that there could ever be true peace between the two sides. But there were some people, such as Uriel who was flashing an obnoxiously sincere smile at the two, which he couldn’t quite ignore. His attention returned to the creature, as he genuinely wanted to know what kind of sorcery she was using to read him so accurately, his expression not betraying the fact that he was growing invested in her answer Or at least, he most certainly hoped it didn’t.

@Ace of flames01
Yeah, I apologize for that. It was an awfully busy weekend, but by god I better have something up by today.
@Ace of flames01 Working on my post, but the link for Octavia's picture seems to be broken. What color eyes does she have?
@Narcotic Dollie You're going to give the poor guy an aneurysm one of these days
@Lord Zee Poor Luci just can't catch a break
@Specter189

@Specter189 To be fair, he did pay up before he hit the floor. So while dousing him in cat urine may be called for, I don't think breaking his kneecaps is just yet.
@RiverMaiden Where there's a ship there's a way

@Gate Keeper Squirming protocols have been initiated. Activate wine-based coping mechanisms.
Asher was not pleased with his current situation. In the chaos that had been the last few days, the prince had forgotten all about the fact that he had a ball to attend. It had been made painfully clear that his attendance would be required, as his father had promised that he would drag him in chains if the prince refused to come quietly. So here he was, dressed in ridiculous attire that restricted his movement and a gaudy crown that weighed heavily on his brow. But the one thing that bothered him the most was the fact that he did not have Balmung by his side, as it apparently wasn't proper for royalty to come to a peaceful event armed. For the past two years Asher had kept the blade on his person at all times, but now he could truly appreciate just how naked he felt without it. Unfortunately, all he could do was suck it up and resolve to never allow such an event strip him of it again.

His father’s stern warning pulled him away from his thoughts. A brief nod was the only response Asher gave the king, as he had to fight the urge to scoff at the idea of enjoying himself at such an occasion and the very notion that he would ever let his guard down was borderline insulting. Nevertheless, as the doors opened even the sour prince had to appreciate the locale. Between the exquisite ballroom and the tasteful orchestra in the background, the place somehow managed to appeal to the tastes of denizens of the Dark and the Light. The smallest of all smirks worked its way into his expression as he couldn’t help but wonder just how much time and effort had gone into all of this.

The two had barely made it through the door before being confronted by a man that could have only been the King of Light. As the two stared each other down for an agonizing few seconds, Asher’s sword hand twitched ever so slightly, as if trying desperately to reach for the hilt of his sword. ’Forget about what is proper, never again am I leaving it behind,’ he vowed silently to himself once more. But when the two kings embraced like the brothers that they were, those thoughts all but vanished. Asher had been the king’s son for 24 years and for the life of him he couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen his father hug someone, much less smile so honestly. Truthfully, he couldn’t even feel anything other than surprise at how warm his father was acting, which in turn was making it took a great deal of effort to keep the astonishment from sneaking into his expression. Yet he knew that at the very least that his eyes would give him away to any vigilant observer.

The King of Light turned his attention to the woman with red hair by his side. Asher couldn’t help but blink several times, trying to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, as he recognized the creature. Her dress suited her much more than the prince cared to admit and there was something different about how she carried herself that was markedly different from their last few encounters. Their eyes met for the briefest of instances, an innocent act that if he didn't known better he would have thought was responsible for making his heart skip a beat. ’What in the love of Darkness is going on with you?'

His question would be left unanswered for the time being, as his head jerked slightly in his father’s direction at the sound of genuine pride in his voice. For as long as he could remember, Asher had chased after that kind of praise, but rarely did the king ever voice such a thing out loud or in front of others. It was almost embarrassing for him to listen to his father speak that way of him, but thankfully a small tinge of surprise was all others would see. The internal turmoil was thankfully settled not even a few seconds after his father introduced him. ”It’s an honor to meet you, my lord,” he said to the King of Light, every bit the confident and gracious prince he was expected to be. But inwardly, he couldn’t help but wonder how the king felt about seeing him, the very demon that not even a few days ago was responsible for attacking his kingdom and kidnapping his daughter, here in the flesh. Had their roles been reversed, it would have taken Asher a great deal of restraint to resist the urge to liberate the other’s head from their shoulders.

The prince hadn’t even been in the damned ballroom for more than five minutes and the amount of emotions he had been subjected to was already enough to make him want to fidget nervously. ’Wine,' he concluded sagely, ’Wine is how I’m going to get through this night.'

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@RiverMaiden More like she heard Uriel will be there
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