07-13-2017, 04:35 PM
The Elvenking did not realise how long he'd spent in the library as he translated every point of history that he found necessary for his godson, muttering to himself as he double checked to see if he was correct in his information. Not stopping after the translation of history, he decided to translate faerie tales for the Dwarvenking's daughter as well. She was a newborn, but he recalled that as a child, he always read to his younger siblings even when they were too little to understand what he was saying. Both prince and princess of the Dwarven kingdom were guests for the Binding due to the fact that their fathers had come as guests and he had practically spoiled them with small trips to the woods and horseback riding to even small excursions to different secret locations he went to as a child.
By the time the lights had dimmed, he deemed himself finished with his project and beckoned for the librarian, requesting that they bind the parchment he had written on. When he received an affirmation from the librarian, he bowed his head in thanks before leaving and heading for his chambers to change.
He was stalling his required visit to his intended, he did not wish it. If anything, it seemed his intended had interest in him while he felt no pull. Changing into his nightly clothing, he noted that his silver and gold markings were starting to fade, come morning his cousin shall paint them once more as was custom. He rubbed away at the symbol of love upon his chest and shook his head.
"If love shall come from this union, then I am becoming a mad king." He muttered before he left his room, his circlet still upon his brow. He never took his symbol of power off while he still was meant to conduct business. And to him, such an action that he was to do, was business.
Approaching the door to his intended, he rapped his knuckles against the door three times before waiting.
By the time the lights had dimmed, he deemed himself finished with his project and beckoned for the librarian, requesting that they bind the parchment he had written on. When he received an affirmation from the librarian, he bowed his head in thanks before leaving and heading for his chambers to change.
He was stalling his required visit to his intended, he did not wish it. If anything, it seemed his intended had interest in him while he felt no pull. Changing into his nightly clothing, he noted that his silver and gold markings were starting to fade, come morning his cousin shall paint them once more as was custom. He rubbed away at the symbol of love upon his chest and shook his head.
"If love shall come from this union, then I am becoming a mad king." He muttered before he left his room, his circlet still upon his brow. He never took his symbol of power off while he still was meant to conduct business. And to him, such an action that he was to do, was business.
Approaching the door to his intended, he rapped his knuckles against the door three times before waiting.