07-16-2017, 11:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-17-2017, 08:17 AM by DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes.)
"It is no trouble." Erumollien murmured out as he slid out of his consort. He got up off the bed and wiped away the sweat from his body before he headed for his wardrobe and taking out a fresh pair of trousers and put them on before going back on his bed. Turning away from Tristan, he sighed to himself and prayed silently to be granted a dreamless sleep before allowing himself to succumb to his slumber.
He was not granted a dreamless sleep, for once again he saw his sister's corpse with arrows sticking out of her back as she protected him as was required of her station, his brother being killed as he fought to protect his patients, his father's head being thrown his way and he woke once more with a breathless gasp crying out as a hand reached up to his chest to assure himself that he was at least present and that he was still there.
He looked to his sleeping consort and sighed, he will not be required and if Tristan finds himself offended and hurt in his actions then he clearly did not know the pressing matters of his kingdom. Sliding out of bed, he changed into fresh formal robes and plaited his hair before placing his circlet upon his brow. Leaving his chambers, he ignored the gaze of his guards, he knew they can identify a bonded fëa from an unbounded one and soon word will spread that he'd bound himself to one that did not even know how to care for him and whatnot. He also knew his council will seek to find him a mistress who can be his foil and will care for him like a proper spouse should.
He found himself too weary to care and he locked himself in his study where he began filing his paperworks, reading each agreement, signing some treatises, figuring out how each trade route would be of a benefit to his merchants. He ignored the time passing and spent time burying himself once more under his duty as king, ignoring the pang of hunger or the pain of grief, he chose only to feel his loyalty to his kingdom seeing as he had nothing else to offer his loyalty to.
He was not granted a dreamless sleep, for once again he saw his sister's corpse with arrows sticking out of her back as she protected him as was required of her station, his brother being killed as he fought to protect his patients, his father's head being thrown his way and he woke once more with a breathless gasp crying out as a hand reached up to his chest to assure himself that he was at least present and that he was still there.
He looked to his sleeping consort and sighed, he will not be required and if Tristan finds himself offended and hurt in his actions then he clearly did not know the pressing matters of his kingdom. Sliding out of bed, he changed into fresh formal robes and plaited his hair before placing his circlet upon his brow. Leaving his chambers, he ignored the gaze of his guards, he knew they can identify a bonded fëa from an unbounded one and soon word will spread that he'd bound himself to one that did not even know how to care for him and whatnot. He also knew his council will seek to find him a mistress who can be his foil and will care for him like a proper spouse should.
He found himself too weary to care and he locked himself in his study where he began filing his paperworks, reading each agreement, signing some treatises, figuring out how each trade route would be of a benefit to his merchants. He ignored the time passing and spent time burying himself once more under his duty as king, ignoring the pang of hunger or the pain of grief, he chose only to feel his loyalty to his kingdom seeing as he had nothing else to offer his loyalty to.