Snippet #1895473

"I would have gone mad," at that, her head lowered slightly. Indeed she had gone mad, how could one not? But that was many years ago, and the rebellion within her soon washed away like the water that she saw every day yet could never touch or taste. Until not too long ago, and it had been magnificent.

The clear container that she had been handed was a thing she took hold of without hesitation, the crystalline liquid the biggest reason she had walked out of her room in the first place. Quietly, she took a drink, gulping down almost half of what she had been given, the cold of it reddening her dry mouth. With a quick movement, her tongue moved around the frame of her lips, wetting it from it's parched state. She didn't seem to pay attention that the man had drank out of it, that was the least of her worries at the moment.

She didn't take a seat though, and just decided to stand. Moving to where she could face the prince, she kept a meter or two of distance between him and herself. Her grip was still tight on the glass that was slowly freezing her hand, bringing a small, but pleasurable pain. A chuckle escaped her, and then she heard him a apologize. It didn't bother her. To be truthful, she had more freedom here, in a way, than she had back home. That didn't mean she didn't miss Apan. She did, and very much, despite the small amount of time sue had been here.

For a moment, he seemed annoyed and a look of slight worry crossed her face, had she done something wrong? She had barely spoken! Or should she have said something? Not enough time was give  for her to argue once again with herself before a loud nose sent her shrieking, and to almost loose her balance. Some of the water spilled on the floor, and she silently cursed to herself before she let her gaze switch to the prince then to the window.

A handful of guards and the prisoner that was apparently from her kingdom packed into the room, but were soon sent away by Kaiyle. She wondered if he would have done that to her as well. Yes, with the few times she had seen him speak and act, it would be most likely. But why didn't he shoo her away then? Pity maybe. At the thought, she was angry, she didn't want anyone to feel pity for her.

One thing they seemed to have in common was he lack of social interaction they had and he seemed to have trouble speaking, well, at least to her as much as she had trouble with him. But for her, she was almost sure it involved mostly every human being that she didn't live in her palace.

The last guard seemed to linger a while longer and took a quick look at her which made the girl take a step back, again wondering what she had done. She hated how life in the palace had left her so vulnerable, she knew it well, and hated it. She hated how she hadn't understood that, knowing very well that it meant more than just a look between her and the prince.

Pushing the irritating thoughts away, she found her hand shaking slightly. Not sure of he reason, wether of the sudden crash or the slight anger she had previously felt, she took a quick drink and set it down in the nearest appropriate place with a wobbly grasp.

Remembering about the spill she quickly looked around the room, in search of something she could use to dry it. Her gaze stopped at the prince for a second, he which had already closed his eyes and let his head fall backward, as if nothing had happen only a few minutes ago. Sighing Worley, she bent down and used the  hem of her dress to dry the small splotch. Look at me, she though, What a poor excuse of help. I can't even completely wipe Water off he floor. The cotton was slightly damped and she threw her head back in silent anger.

The seat still held enough room for her to take a sit an appropriate distance, so she quickly stood and moved over there, and without a word took a seat on the far edge. It was so awkward, to talk to him, so the words that came out were not much louder than a mere whisper, "Do-do you guys get such storms often?"