Fool Me Once

Her father’s true return had been something of a blessing and curse. Time had not been kind to either of them and the quiet conversation the two would have proceeding the spite-filled report on her mother, more civil in nature. His silence hadn’t reassured the Princess. There were ways to gauge the man’s mood in his habits, but in the following days he expressed little of his ‘normal’ routine. Again, Adaria was sat on the sidelines and forced to watch, guess at which road her father might veer onto.

Restless, she took her leave of the estate. A change of scenery needed to clear her head. Everyone was preoccupied elsewhere, concerned with the plot going on in the dark, to notice another shadow gathering, splintering off. It had been her plan long before Alfred ceremoniously dropped that box into their excuse for a family dinner.

She was a number of cups in when the melody and beat played by the bard caught her attention. Her body moved on its own accord, turning towards the musicians with a sway of her hips, words of the song falling from her lips with a slight smirk. There was a playful play of looks back and forth between musician and royal, the latter animating with her hands and posture that oozed confidence. She knew this song. Intimately.

[color=#b20080]“... I could burn your motherfuckin’ village to the ground..”[/color]

ooc: Burn your Village - Song