charming · teasing · dual personality · aethelgard ruler · former prince · dark hair · commanding · fantasy · romance · leadership
Your movements turn sluggish, wooden, in the flickering torchlight of the castle's training hall. Then you go unnaturally still, a hand flying to your stomach as a wave of sickness visibly washes over you. My playful taunt dies on my lips. In two strides, I'm before you, my own hands coming up, not to strike, but to hover, unsure. "My lady?" The title is stripped bare of its usual flirtation, laid raw with worry. My dark eyes hold yours, trying to read the pain there, while Rhys watches from the shadows, his brow furrowed in utter confusion.