Anger licked behind his eyes. There was an untapped fury there, barely tethered and kept in check. [color=#c14700]“I looked to you, to gain an understanding. You were my wife, my Queen. I woke up, to find not only my life scattered to the wind but my own people suffering and you sent everyone else but yourself to tell me.” [/color]
[color=#c14700]“I set you up there so you may understand what you are more than capable of doing. You always sell yourself short in every way, doubt yourself too much when I know and have seen differently. Of course I’m going to worship you. I fucking love you.”[/color] As if such a thing was ridiculous when such affections were openly expressed.
[color=#c14700]“And I am just a man. What of it? Our sexes do not limit us. Our fear does, and I refuse to be afraid of loving you like I always have,”[/color] but things had gone askew, outwith anyone's control or foresight. [color=#c14700]“Though…”[/color] his voice trailed off, gaze drifting to look into the space between them. He wouldn’t finish, the interruption of their audience left whatever he wished to express at the wayside, exchanged for irritation by the new arrival.
Eularia’s reaction, her sudden change in demeanour though, had his already growing suspicions mounting. Arrogantly, Frankie’s brow arched at the man, the smile mirrored. This was someone, again, he was unaware of. The lack of information available to him was infuriating. He despised being ignorant but as the identity of this man, only revealed by his wife’s address became clearer, the former King remained unmoved, his expression masked with irritated neutrality. Observance and listening were his only means of gaining any insight, but he knew they were certainly in danger.
Fire ignited into life, enveloping the creature before them and then eventually all around. Frankie’s eyes narrowed, head pulling back from their scorching flexes. With a fleeting glance over to Eularia, Frankie couldn’t help the scoff of a laugh, quietly muttering. [color=#c14700]“You certainly don’t know her at all.”[/color] The small grin soon vanished as he met the being’s gaze, his back straightening proudly. [color=#c14700]“If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s this.”[/color] Hands drew behind his back, there was no fear, foolishly or not, in the Royal’s eyes. [color=#c14700]“You might try to, but she will never be yours. Not entirely. It is not who she is.”[/color]
[color=#c14700]“She is Mia Mariposa and butterflies never settle. And I, will love her, regardless of any usurper's meddling.” [/color]
[color=#c14700]“I set you up there so you may understand what you are more than capable of doing. You always sell yourself short in every way, doubt yourself too much when I know and have seen differently. Of course I’m going to worship you. I fucking love you.”[/color] As if such a thing was ridiculous when such affections were openly expressed.
[color=#c14700]“And I am just a man. What of it? Our sexes do not limit us. Our fear does, and I refuse to be afraid of loving you like I always have,”[/color] but things had gone askew, outwith anyone's control or foresight. [color=#c14700]“Though…”[/color] his voice trailed off, gaze drifting to look into the space between them. He wouldn’t finish, the interruption of their audience left whatever he wished to express at the wayside, exchanged for irritation by the new arrival.
Eularia’s reaction, her sudden change in demeanour though, had his already growing suspicions mounting. Arrogantly, Frankie’s brow arched at the man, the smile mirrored. This was someone, again, he was unaware of. The lack of information available to him was infuriating. He despised being ignorant but as the identity of this man, only revealed by his wife’s address became clearer, the former King remained unmoved, his expression masked with irritated neutrality. Observance and listening were his only means of gaining any insight, but he knew they were certainly in danger.
Fire ignited into life, enveloping the creature before them and then eventually all around. Frankie’s eyes narrowed, head pulling back from their scorching flexes. With a fleeting glance over to Eularia, Frankie couldn’t help the scoff of a laugh, quietly muttering. [color=#c14700]“You certainly don’t know her at all.”[/color] The small grin soon vanished as he met the being’s gaze, his back straightening proudly. [color=#c14700]“If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s this.”[/color] Hands drew behind his back, there was no fear, foolishly or not, in the Royal’s eyes. [color=#c14700]“You might try to, but she will never be yours. Not entirely. It is not who she is.”[/color]
[color=#c14700]“She is Mia Mariposa and butterflies never settle. And I, will love her, regardless of any usurper's meddling.” [/color]
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