Leolf flinched as Desmirra raised her hand to his face, his eyes closed in anticipation to the blow. However, when he felt her simply touch his cheek in a caring demeanor his eyes opened in surprise, meeting her sincere ones. She wasn't mad. In fact, her words revealed that she was quite the opposite. Was it possible that she had felt the same way as he did?
One side of his lips curved up to match hers at what she had called him. If anyone else had called him a tyrant he would be insulted, but it was an on-going joke between them. Their own secret in the form of a single word. The change of mood was fast and unexpected, and before he knew it her hands were in his hair and she had brought their mouths together in a clash of intensity. It was no mere brush of lips.
While he did not respond at first out of surprise, he caught up with the pace rather quickly. His arms wrapped around her, not being able to have her close enough. He swore he could feel her heart beating against his from the close contact and that only made him kiss her harder. But yet again, their moment was spoiled when a strange old woman that seemed to know Desmirra interrupted them.
Leolf was amused however, upon hearing that Desmirra had been calling him names behind his back. It wasn't like he was dim enough to believe that she had called him an aristocrat, but he found her embarrassment to be endearing.
He had never heard of a Noyabrina before, or that she was keeper of the Wynterwyn's. The story she told though was one that was faintly familiar, though he couldn't remember how it ended. When she went on to say that she had been alive 600 years ago, he understood Desmirra's concern. The old woman was definitely not all there.
He was waiting for her to finish the story when she suddenly changed the subject to telling his fortune. It struck him as odd and he was not all that fond of the idea. His reign as King was a delicate subject, especially since all the frustration that had come with it recently. He didn't like being told what to do or how to act, so the question had put him on the defensive. Yet at the time, he curiosity was peaked.
Finally deciding that it was a silly game that could do no harm, he cautiously said, "I don't see any reason to oppose to it, so go ahead." As he finished the sentence, his eyes flickered to Desmirra's for assurance. For what, he didn't know, but an unpleasant feeling had settled into his stomach and he couldn't seem to shake it.