Post by Wildfeather on Oct 18, 2014 12:34:26 GMT -5
Paul nuzzled against the older man's arm, looking up at him with a smile in his face. "I don't know what the meeting is about," he said. "But I am on her side. Can you tell her that if it helps her feel better? I will always take her side."
Therese giggled shyly when the elf prince joked about her pretty smile winning over the chef of the royal kitchen. "No, I believe it was Daddy's words," she said. "He is very kind to me and Charlotte and we both wuvv him. I made his favorite breakfast for him today, to show my love for him. And I also repaired his favorite shirt so he can wear it without shame. Charlotte and I both woke him up this morning with hugs and kisses and spent quite a while cuddling in his bed. He seemed to like that we woke him up like that, so Charlotte and I decided we will wake him up like that every morning now that he is our Daddy. I know Yvette woke up Haidar the same way, because I spoke with her before she went to work. She's making a new uniform for Lord Haidar today."
The girl beamed with joy when the elf prince tasted the cake and liked it. "I know we can't have cake with every meal," she laughed. "But the chef said today was special since it's Paul's birthday. Everyone who comes for breakfast in this dinning hall today will have a piece of the cake."
Paul beamed with happiness when Blaz promised that one day he would be able to fight as well as Master Evan. "I have always wanted to be a soldier," he smiled. "I will work hard to not put my teachers to shame, and I know the other kids will do the same. Maurice says that you won't regret having us here."
The boy watched with big eyes as Blaz answered Figwit in Elvish. Even if Wild had tried to teach him and the other orphans some Elven words, he still did not understand all that was said. But he did see the horror in Figwit's eyes when he heard the words and knew that the other boy was in trouble. Paul knew better than to interrupt this moment of sweet revenge. He just watched the episode with secret glee, reminding himself to mention to Wild later how bravely the elf prince had defended him. Even if he still didn't know about their engagement, he had noticed they were close friends, and hopefully Wild would reward Blaz for his kindness to Paul.
His heart beat with joy when Blaz declared that he was no one's servant and that he should be treated with respect. Nobody had ever defended him like this before, and Blaz got a huge star in Paul's opinion after this. The boy knew he would not have any problems taking orders from the elf prince or run errands for him. Figwit on the other hand, well, that was another story.
After the dealing with Figwit, Paul smiled and stuck his hand into Blaz' hand, allowing the elf prince to decide where they should go practice their archery. "Thank you for protecting me, Prince Blaz," the boy said softly. "I'll make sure Wild hears how kind you are to us children. She'll love you even more after what I will tell her. Where should we go and practice?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wild chuckled with laughter when he spoke of her not being a native Isparian elf being a flaw in the eyes of the royal court. "I am glad I grew up in the slum area of Paris," she grinned. "Perhaps the lives we lived there hardened me and prepared me for a meeting like this. I am not afraid of low caliber insults - I got used to them when I lived in Paris, and you would be surprised and maybe a little shocked by which ones of the society who threw the worst insults. I am glad that I have you and your mother on my side."
Hearing that Blaz had no other choice, she smiled softly and squeezed his hand gently. "You have me now, my love," she said softly. "We'll get through this together, you and I."
Hearing the whispers from the court members, Wild felt grateful when Blaz squeezed her hand, and she squeezed his hand back in return. Her face appeared calm, but her eyes revealed that she was nervous now, and the hand resting in Blaz's hand trembled. She could practically feel how the court members smelled her fear, their lust for blood growing stronger.
She smiled faintly when the Queen adviced her to be patient and speak as little as possible. Being as nervous as she was now, she knew it was a good advice and decided to follow it. Nodding briefly to show she had understood, she took her place near Blaz and Radella, glad she was allowed to sit with them under the meeting. She felt the hand of Blaz seeking hers under the table and took it, glad that he was here to support her through the nightmarish hell ahead of them.
The royal council listened with anticipation when the Queen spoke. They had no idea who this so-called princess Wildfeather was or why she had been called to this meeting. When the Queen announced the future marriage between Prince Blaz and the stranger a loud gasp of shock went through the room. Only a few friendly faces among the lower nobles lit up in smiles as they tried to show their support to the royal family.
Master Lindir had been rendered speechless by the shock, and it took at least two minutes (and a large sip of wine) before he could speak again. "No, this can't be!" he protested. "The Prince of Isparia wishes to marry a stranger? A hunter of luck?" Turning to the prince he looked at him with a stern face expression. "I have offered my own daughter to you in marriage, but you declined, in spite that she is a pure elf," he said. "You have also refused to marry other noble elf maidens offered to you. And then this... this... tramp, this harlot from nowhere waltzes in and thinks she can marry our prince? No, we can not, and will not allow it!"
Other members of the Royal council mumbled their support. Lord Glendor, another court member stood up. "I must agree with Lord Lindir," he said. "I have also offered you my daughter for marriage, and you turned down my offer. Why?" The question was asked in spite that everyone in the room knew that Lord Glendor's daughter was an empty-headed goose who never spoke of anything but herself and how lovely she was. She had no brains, and if she didn't stop eating the chocolates her admirers sent for her in heart-shaped boxes, she would soon become fat.
Lord Glendor looked sternly at the elf princess, taking in her appearance with an expression of disdain in his eyes. "By the Gods, just look at her," he continued. "Not even beautiful. Way too skinny, and not dressed up after latest fashion. What can she possibly have to offer our people?"
Lord Lindor looked at Wild with a glare of dismal in his face. "I agree. She's nothing to look at, and I bet she is just as stupid as she looks. Throw her back to the streets where she belongs. She is not worthy of our prince!"
Therese giggled shyly when the elf prince joked about her pretty smile winning over the chef of the royal kitchen. "No, I believe it was Daddy's words," she said. "He is very kind to me and Charlotte and we both wuvv him. I made his favorite breakfast for him today, to show my love for him. And I also repaired his favorite shirt so he can wear it without shame. Charlotte and I both woke him up this morning with hugs and kisses and spent quite a while cuddling in his bed. He seemed to like that we woke him up like that, so Charlotte and I decided we will wake him up like that every morning now that he is our Daddy. I know Yvette woke up Haidar the same way, because I spoke with her before she went to work. She's making a new uniform for Lord Haidar today."
The girl beamed with joy when the elf prince tasted the cake and liked it. "I know we can't have cake with every meal," she laughed. "But the chef said today was special since it's Paul's birthday. Everyone who comes for breakfast in this dinning hall today will have a piece of the cake."
Paul beamed with happiness when Blaz promised that one day he would be able to fight as well as Master Evan. "I have always wanted to be a soldier," he smiled. "I will work hard to not put my teachers to shame, and I know the other kids will do the same. Maurice says that you won't regret having us here."
The boy watched with big eyes as Blaz answered Figwit in Elvish. Even if Wild had tried to teach him and the other orphans some Elven words, he still did not understand all that was said. But he did see the horror in Figwit's eyes when he heard the words and knew that the other boy was in trouble. Paul knew better than to interrupt this moment of sweet revenge. He just watched the episode with secret glee, reminding himself to mention to Wild later how bravely the elf prince had defended him. Even if he still didn't know about their engagement, he had noticed they were close friends, and hopefully Wild would reward Blaz for his kindness to Paul.
His heart beat with joy when Blaz declared that he was no one's servant and that he should be treated with respect. Nobody had ever defended him like this before, and Blaz got a huge star in Paul's opinion after this. The boy knew he would not have any problems taking orders from the elf prince or run errands for him. Figwit on the other hand, well, that was another story.
After the dealing with Figwit, Paul smiled and stuck his hand into Blaz' hand, allowing the elf prince to decide where they should go practice their archery. "Thank you for protecting me, Prince Blaz," the boy said softly. "I'll make sure Wild hears how kind you are to us children. She'll love you even more after what I will tell her. Where should we go and practice?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wild chuckled with laughter when he spoke of her not being a native Isparian elf being a flaw in the eyes of the royal court. "I am glad I grew up in the slum area of Paris," she grinned. "Perhaps the lives we lived there hardened me and prepared me for a meeting like this. I am not afraid of low caliber insults - I got used to them when I lived in Paris, and you would be surprised and maybe a little shocked by which ones of the society who threw the worst insults. I am glad that I have you and your mother on my side."
Hearing that Blaz had no other choice, she smiled softly and squeezed his hand gently. "You have me now, my love," she said softly. "We'll get through this together, you and I."
Hearing the whispers from the court members, Wild felt grateful when Blaz squeezed her hand, and she squeezed his hand back in return. Her face appeared calm, but her eyes revealed that she was nervous now, and the hand resting in Blaz's hand trembled. She could practically feel how the court members smelled her fear, their lust for blood growing stronger.
She smiled faintly when the Queen adviced her to be patient and speak as little as possible. Being as nervous as she was now, she knew it was a good advice and decided to follow it. Nodding briefly to show she had understood, she took her place near Blaz and Radella, glad she was allowed to sit with them under the meeting. She felt the hand of Blaz seeking hers under the table and took it, glad that he was here to support her through the nightmarish hell ahead of them.
The royal council listened with anticipation when the Queen spoke. They had no idea who this so-called princess Wildfeather was or why she had been called to this meeting. When the Queen announced the future marriage between Prince Blaz and the stranger a loud gasp of shock went through the room. Only a few friendly faces among the lower nobles lit up in smiles as they tried to show their support to the royal family.
Master Lindir had been rendered speechless by the shock, and it took at least two minutes (and a large sip of wine) before he could speak again. "No, this can't be!" he protested. "The Prince of Isparia wishes to marry a stranger? A hunter of luck?" Turning to the prince he looked at him with a stern face expression. "I have offered my own daughter to you in marriage, but you declined, in spite that she is a pure elf," he said. "You have also refused to marry other noble elf maidens offered to you. And then this... this... tramp, this harlot from nowhere waltzes in and thinks she can marry our prince? No, we can not, and will not allow it!"
Other members of the Royal council mumbled their support. Lord Glendor, another court member stood up. "I must agree with Lord Lindir," he said. "I have also offered you my daughter for marriage, and you turned down my offer. Why?" The question was asked in spite that everyone in the room knew that Lord Glendor's daughter was an empty-headed goose who never spoke of anything but herself and how lovely she was. She had no brains, and if she didn't stop eating the chocolates her admirers sent for her in heart-shaped boxes, she would soon become fat.
Lord Glendor looked sternly at the elf princess, taking in her appearance with an expression of disdain in his eyes. "By the Gods, just look at her," he continued. "Not even beautiful. Way too skinny, and not dressed up after latest fashion. What can she possibly have to offer our people?"
Lord Lindor looked at Wild with a glare of dismal in his face. "I agree. She's nothing to look at, and I bet she is just as stupid as she looks. Throw her back to the streets where she belongs. She is not worthy of our prince!"