[PAST ] A Quiet Rendezvous

Eularia studied the man, his hand gentle as he caressed her face. Familiar. Stern but kind, playful when their lives weren't at stake. How? There's so much that I need to watch after. So much I need to do. She murmured the words, shaking her head as she pulled away from his touch. Fingers fiddling with old pages, worn and well-loved.

She was quiet, as her gaze wandered over the occupants of the tavern. Many people in raggedy clothes, patched and worn through and patched again. She was certain there were some Crows in the mix; but not every Crow was well-kept and fed. Her lips pursed as she surveyed the people around her.

I didn't think this old place would still stand. She finally stated, her gaze finding him again. Still serves the same bunch of vagrants. She chuckled quietly, shaking her head slowly.

And quiet settled again, brown eyes dancing across the room. She'd danced in the center of this room to music that had not been there. Conning nothing but smiles from people in like situation as she had been. No, she'd only accepted gold from the wealthy, with bright smiles and gentle touches. Eyelashes batted as she convinced them that a dance with her was worth every cent they had.

She'd been like a venus flytrap, ensnaring her prey with well-placed movements and clever words. Never afraid of the unknown; she could handle trouble that came her way—and if she couldn't, well, Magnus had always been near.

Eularia shifted in the booth, and slowly came to rest her head on his shoulder. I'm not sure that I remember how to be so free. Royal titles had come with royal obligations, royal expectations, royal etiquette. A pause, like she was contemplating what she wanted to ask.

And carefully, with the utmost care, she turned to look up at Magnus, dark eyes wandering across hyponotizing blues. With a smile, almost uncertain, she turned to look at him. Remind me? I think I've forgotten how to have fun.