07-13-2017, 06:26 PM
He needed no answer as he stepped inside the chambers he'd presented to his intended, his gaze wandered round the room with thinly veiled grief.
He had the room commissioned for Airemana's name day, he knew how she would often have warriors' night terrors and he wished to be by his sister's side to ease her hurt.
He shook his head and forced the memories away from his mind. Despite the fact that he had ordered all alterations to her rooms undone, he could still see the faint traces of paint on the walls, he could still remember the golden leaf decorations he had designed to hang above her bed. He turned to the younger king, his pale eyes trapped in a time now gone. He could recall his younger brother helping with the decorations, even adding in incense to remove any scent that may invade Airemana's nightmares.
"How are you taking to your stay?" His voice was blank, void of emotions and unreadable. His questions were the most basic questions he would ask to any guest he had that he had no care for.
He barely looked at his intended after his arrival that day, having chosen to stay away to attend to his duties as king. And now he must attempt to strike a civil conversation with his intended before he retired for the evening.
"How had your day gone?" He added as an afterthought, he thought bitterly that his younger brother, Glandur would have asked this to his betrothed before retiring when they were still battling. His brother's betrothed had already begun to fade were it not for the fact that he had taken in the grieving painter as a member of his house, brother by bond to his blood brother.
He forced away the memories and thoughts that plagued his mind and focused his gaze upon the other king, offering a tight lipped smile to him.
He had the room commissioned for Airemana's name day, he knew how she would often have warriors' night terrors and he wished to be by his sister's side to ease her hurt.
He shook his head and forced the memories away from his mind. Despite the fact that he had ordered all alterations to her rooms undone, he could still see the faint traces of paint on the walls, he could still remember the golden leaf decorations he had designed to hang above her bed. He turned to the younger king, his pale eyes trapped in a time now gone. He could recall his younger brother helping with the decorations, even adding in incense to remove any scent that may invade Airemana's nightmares.
"How are you taking to your stay?" His voice was blank, void of emotions and unreadable. His questions were the most basic questions he would ask to any guest he had that he had no care for.
He barely looked at his intended after his arrival that day, having chosen to stay away to attend to his duties as king. And now he must attempt to strike a civil conversation with his intended before he retired for the evening.
"How had your day gone?" He added as an afterthought, he thought bitterly that his younger brother, Glandur would have asked this to his betrothed before retiring when they were still battling. His brother's betrothed had already begun to fade were it not for the fact that he had taken in the grieving painter as a member of his house, brother by bond to his blood brother.
He forced away the memories and thoughts that plagued his mind and focused his gaze upon the other king, offering a tight lipped smile to him.