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Lilla Rowan

"I'm being paid to distract you. It's in my job description."

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a character in “The Fleure”, as played by GracieGray

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Lilla Rowan
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Gender: Female

Age: 20

Race: Lith/human

Nationality: Shigan

Physical Description: Lilla has dark, mocha colored hair, almost the color of mulch, and relatively pale skin. Her body is covered in freckles and her knees, often hidden under skirts and stockings, have thickened skin and scars, evidence of attempting to be like her mother at a young age - and failing. She has long eyelashes and pale lips, as well as dusky green eyes, almost to the point of being gray. She only stands at 5 foot, three inches - about 160 centimeters - and is on the curvy side. She has dancer's legs, muscular but not too much, because she didn't pursue dancing like her mother - it is more of a hobby, something she does when she is alone and has free time, or when her men request her to do so.

Her mother, Lillian, was a tall, blond bombshell, with enticing, lively green eyes and porcelain skin, whereas her father was an average height merchant with dark hair and bland gray eyes. Unfortunately, she managed to get the medium between her two parents, and somehow wound up shorter than both of her parents. She has a fine, very feminine bone structure, and it makes her look almost childlike, and when she's truly happy, the dimples she'd inherited from her father show.

Lilla usually keeps her hair down, unless she is with a client or waitressing; at that point, she wears it up in a complicated bun with ornately decorated hairpins. She keeps her make-up to a minimum - seeing as she never learned how to apply it. Her mother was a natural, stunning beauty, and she grew up with three younger brothers. Putting on make-up was never her strongest suit. She wears clear nail varnish in an attempt to keep herself from picking at them.

When with a client or being a waitress, Lilla wears modest dresses with very little or understated decoration and occasionally, robes over the dress, and prefers to decorate her hair with extravagant hairpins as apposed to wearing flashy clothing. Being stared at or appraised makes her nervous, so she attempts to keep attention at eye-level by wearing noticeable hair accessories. When dancing, Lilla wears flowing skirts and dresses that will ruffle and move as she spins, with tight-fitting, translucent or opaque stockings underneath, for when the dresses or skirt billow and reveal a little more leg than she's comfortable with.

Personality: Lilla is shy and reserved, almost to the point of being invisable. She lets her art and her dancing ability do the talking for her, for the most part. She doesn't complain about things as a part of her upbringing, and is always happy with what people offer her, because she remembers a time when she had less than what she has now. She is a hard-worker, almost to the point of being stubborn, and will work at things until she gets them correct, and will attempt to fix flaws in her creations when pointed out. Sadly, she has a rather clumsy, foolish streak, and has the miniscule scars to show for it - whether from rolling her ankle dancing and scratching up her knees, or getting spooked while cooking and slicing her finger. She is rather modest and to an extent, a bit naive, and has a habit of blushing when she's caught off guard, embarrassed, or confused. She can take criticism and even mockery pretty well. Can be easily swayed.

Image Powers: None to be significant. Her mother was a Lith, and as such she retains the dancer's legs and beautiful, gracefulness of that kind... when she isn't stumbling over her own toes.

Abilities: Decent cook/baker, and a talented artist. She is a moderately good dancer when she isn't worrying about tripping over things, and while her ability isn't considered as "magical" or as "beautiful" as her mothers, it rivals those of girls who had taken years of training. As well as dancing, she is moderately flexible, and tries to incorporate this into her dances to make them more interesting. She is very polite and many find her quiet beauty appealing, and as such she is a very good waitress, waiting until those at the table are finishing a conversation before asking if they need anything, and silently refilling glasses when they need them.

History: Her mother, Lillian, came from a very select, very groomed linage of Liths, and as a teenager, the woman was encouraged to marry one of her kind or, at the very least, a half-blooded Lith. Lillian's mother wanted her to carry on the beautifully dancing line... unbeknownst to her mother, Lillian had already fallen in love with someone completely the opposite. When the white-blond, green-eyed beauty finally revealed that she had fallen in love with someone other than a Lith, her family was outraged and tried to discourage it, but Lilla's stubborn mother was having nothing of it.

Much to her family's disgust and disappointment, the then-nineteen year old ran off with a mixed-blooded human - a street vender, at that! - and attempted to live happily ever after. Money doesn't buy happiness, and even though Lillian and the man were presumed happy, they were poor. Lillian enticed villagers with her beauty and her stunning dancing, while her husband sold wares and fresh produce, but they still were barely able to put a meal on the table for their growing family. They lived on the edge of town in a run-down house, and even though ends could barely be met, all four of their children were happy.

Her mother was not, despite this. Missing the wealth and promise her side of the family kept and finally realizing that the father of her children was not the best choice, she fled, back to her Lith family, leaving Lilla's father with a brood of small children and barely enough to support himself, let alone his kids.

Being the oldest of the four, Lilla tried to help as much as she could, but no one wanted to employ a clumsy, fifteen-year-old girl. She took her mother's spot on the streets, but her weak ankles and muddled blood did nothing to help her cause.

She found herself in no better of a situation than she was in before, living on the streets, day-to-day. She raised money in the parks and in public vending areas with her dancing, and during those years on the streets was when she took most of her tumbles. Pay was irregular and sporadic at best. ...That was, until the winter that she turned eighteen years old. Attempting to do a pirouette on the brick walkways of the city, she slipped and fell and hurt her right ankle, making it almost impossible for her to do any type of dancing for money.

That winter was one of her hardest. She scavenged and sold, picking through trash and eating the baker's stale bread. She was in her head a lot, almost too much, and at one point, the young girl deliberated on becoming what the town tried to ignore but was ridden with: a prostitute.

The Lady stepped in before she made any foolish mistakes - stepping between her and the clean-shaven, alcohol-breathing man she had been talking to, giving her a disapproving look that made Lilla almost homesick in the way it was like her mother. After that, Lilla became a Fleure, and she is incredibly indebted to both the Lady and the veteran Fleures. When she had first started out, the girl was basically a blank slate of no skills except for cooking and an indescribable knack for flower-arranging. But the prospect of steady money for her and her family without the seediness was something that Lilla couldn't turn down, and she knew in order to stay, she'd have to improve her skills.

After becoming a Fleure, Lilla found herself trailing Darcy quite a bit. The older girl was everything a Fleure should be, and at the time, the rough-around-the-edges Lilla had wanted to make sure she could maintain what the Lady wanted in a Fleure. Over time, she found herself suddenly becoming paired with Darcy more and more often, something that she had assumed the Lady had taken upon herself to do, as the two had gotten along pretty well (save for the time that Lilla dropped a plate of food on the floor, feet from the clients that needed it. Darcy had sweetly apologized, bowed, and dragged Lilla to the kitchen, giving her the worst tongue-lashing the teen had ever gotten in her life.) When the woman told her to do things, she did, no questions asked. She had been a Fleure longer... After all, she must know best, right?

She retains the hard-working, almost stubborn nature of her merchant father, and will do anything it takes to make sure her place is secured as a Fleure and making sure her Lady, and her men, are happy.

Partner: Relos Zaiphar

Other: Lilla has a bad habit of twirling her hair and picking at her nails when she's nervous, something the Lady tried to deter her from, as it distracts from her beauty. She tends to stare a lot and gather information rather than talk, and prefers night to day. She's very shy about her artistic ability and would rather draw at night, when no one is around, than during the day, where she could draw attention to herself. She tries to carry a sketch book with her on her travels.

She has a habit of watching the other Liths, including Darcy, dance, in an attempt to pick up some skill. She had always assumed as a child that because of her linage that she would be an incredible dancer... if wasn't for her weak ankles and poor depth perception.

Lilla doesn't particularly like being paired with Akako when they're waitressing. Not because of the girl herself - Lilla isn't the kind of person to dislike someone because of their personality, because she believes everyone has something good in them. ...She dislikes it because, standing beside the much taller, lithe girl makes her feel miniscule and wide.

Theme Song: The Promise from the Final Fantasy XIII OST.

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So begins...

Lilla Rowan's Story

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"And I also didn't expect someone like you, Lilla. You're a lot nicer than the rest of the people I've met in Shigan, so far."

Lilla was taken aback for a few moments, sitting and staring at the young man, and for a moment she felt bad about the assumptions she had made regarding his character. She bit her lip and pushed hair behind her ear, offering Relos a bit of an apologetic smile.

"Well... from all I know about Zaiphar now, it is safe to assume that my previous assumptions of you were wrong as well," she stated. "Maybe I was a little... rash in judging you so quickly, but in all honesty I hadn't a clue who - or what - kind of person to expect. I had judged you off of the emperor's daughters and that was wrong of me, seeing as you're not from here. So... I apologize for that." She stood up abruptly, brushing the stray grass from the back of her legs, "and I apologize that Shigan is not what it should be. I promise you, there are good people around here... Just as you said, the bad has tarnished the good it seems."

"Though, in all seriousness, there's no reason why you shouldn't. Even if it's just for a little while, I think that you should at least see Altamira once, it's such a great place..."

His words stuck with her for several moments, and even as she raised her arms above her head, stretching her limbs after sitting for so long, Lilla still found herself pondering over what he'd said. She rocked on the balls of her feet, staring off into the sky with a soft hum of thought.

The brunette adverted her gaze back to him, her hands laced behind her back and an absentminded smile playing on her features. "Well, Relos... If that were ever to be, I'd love to go, but as it is, I'm not even certain how I would get so far from home or if I'd find it in me to leave and come back. I've lived in Shigan all my life... I haven't even been out of Bell's Wish more than once, and even then I was a little girl. But... it's not what I remember it to be. It's changed. ...I can't quite say I like it." She paused, glancing away again and back up to the sky, taking in the sun after such a gloomy afternoon the day before. A grin came onto her face, and for a moment Lilla vocalized her thoughts, if only to amuse him. "Bell's Wish... I'm certain you haven't met all of the emperor's daughters. His eldest daughter is a few years my senior, I believe, and as the story goes, when Shigan was founded, the first emperor had a baby girl shortly after he conquered this place. He named it after her, and it seems it's been a trend for the kings succeeding him to name their first daughter 'Bell.'"

She wasn't sure why she felt compelled to tell Relos this information; it wasn't related to their previous conversation, and maybe she'd just felt like sharing a bit of knowledge about her land like he had for her, but she found it tumbling out of her mouth before she could control herself. The wind picked up, the gust sending leaves off of the nearby trees and causing her to wrap her fingers around the hem of her dress to keep it from becoming swept up with the air, and just as quickly as it began it was over. There was another lull, before she bent down and picked up the empty plates and the silverware, glancing at the man again.

"If you don't mind... I'd like to go back inside. I've still got some more things to unpack," she said. "I'd hate to waste such a beautiful day on such tasks, but I know if I don't do it promptly it won't get done... Contrary to yesterday's weather, it usually isn't as... temperamental as it has been." It was spring, after all, and while she assumed that Zaiphar had year-round warm conditions, given how Relos described it to her, Shigan was more seasonal. It rained in the spring and things bloomed, and in the summer it was hot and humid with the occasional rough storm or two. It was just how it was.

A thought struck her, and as one of the maids that had been wandering the garden came to collect the empty plates and Lilla smoothed down her dress of any wrinkles, preparing for the trek back to their rooms, she offered him a grin of amusement.

"Have you ever seen snow, Relos?"

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ā€œWell, thatā€™s all the more reason to go. A person canā€™t like their whole lives in once place; traveling isnā€™t just about seeing different places, itā€™s about spreading your horizons, seeing more of whatā€™s out thereā€¦ā€

"Don't you ever worry... that... by leaving where you live, there's a possibility there could be some place better?" Lilla wondered, her hands still clasped behind her back he stood, brushing himself off as well. "Maybe it's just from growing up in Shigan... but, sometimes, I do want to leave and see other places. But I know if I come home, it won't be the same. Once you've lived as you have for so long, seeing something better is like having it bad... and realizing something good was just out of your reach. Would you be able to go back to living as you were? Sure, Shigan is... mediocre, but it's home. It's all I know."

She glanced at him again, a smile forming on her face as the wind whipped his hair. The sun caught the strands, and for the brief moment the wind carried the curly strands, it reminded her of a wildfire. The moment it stalled and she noticed the pouting, annoyed expression on his face, Lilla had to look away to avoid laughter. He caught up to her as they walked, their steps slow and leisurely, but unlike before, she stood at his side and not lagging a few steps behind. Their shoulders brushed occasionally, but she made sure to keep her hands clasp behind her back so she wouldn't have too much unneeded contact with the prince.

"Well," she said, smiling slightly. Another breeze wafted through the corridor, the large archways and stained glass windows casting colored patterns on the floor and on themselves, "if you feel so obligated... you can help me unpack. The company would be nice." Lilla pushed hair from her face. She paused, realizing too late after she'd spoken that she still had his sleeping shirt on her nightstand - but retracting her statement would be suspicious. She drew her lower lip between her teeth, deciding to change the topic in hopes he wouldn't notice her hesitation.

"Well, there certainly isnā€™t any snow in Zaiphar, even during the winter. However, Iā€™ve had the luck of traveling to where there is some, so Iā€™ve seen it a few times.ā€

A smile spread onto her face, large and amused, and she turned to face him, stopping in her tracks. She had known Zaiphar would not be the type of place to have snow - but, having come from a region where snowstorms were frequent and the cold was combated with thick, feathery down blankets, she couldn't imagine only seeing snow. She opened her mouth to speak, and just as she had, he did as well.

"Wait right here -"

He turned, taking off down the hallway they had been in, and for several seconds the only noises were Relos's heavy footfalls and her soft laughter. He had been here a mere day and had experienced a thunder storm worthy of Shigan... she wondered if he would stay long enough to see a snow storm. They seemed to follow him, but she didn't take it as a bad omen. She couldn't count how many times she would be out and about or running an errand for the Lady, just another humid summer day, and the skies would suddenly become gray and release all it's pent up emotions.

Relos seemed to be just as spontaneous as the thunderstorm that had followed him. She didn't mind either one.

She could hear his shoes as he returned, slower this time, glancing up at him. He carried a glass of water, and until he stopped in front of her and began to recite a spell foreign to her, she hadn't been exactly sure why he had decided to go back to the gardens to get one... when they were already inside the palace once more. She watched as his hand flashed, the water in the glass beginning to crystallize just as the glass fogged, his hand warmer than the substance inside, and as it began to freeze, it expanded. The only thing she could compare it to was alcohol, the froth at the top that always seemed to overflow no matter how precariously she tried to carry it.

She felt his calloused palm around her wrist, and if she hadn't already been mesmerized by the magic that was transforming the water in front of her, she might have flinched in surprise. For a moment, she was uncertain what was contained in the cup. It wasn't until he pulled her hand out in front of the two of them, allowing some of the glittering powder to fall onto her palm, that she realized it was snow.

Lilla didn't feel his grip on her wrist subside or notice the grin on his face, her own growing as she examined the snow in her hand. It was slowly melting, droplets falling near her feet. She glanced up, childish wonder obvious on her features.

"Oh, Relos-" She took a step back from him, the grin still on her face, glancing between the slushy snow in her hand and the man beside her. She knew he was a Vyx - but she couldn't grasp the full reign of his abilities, not being one herself. This was one of the last things she would have thought he could do. "This, just... I didn't even know you could do such a thing."

For a moment, she watched the snow melt, the giddiness she'd just expressed beginning to fade. She couldn't soil her dress with the water - even if it would dry later, but she was in his company and could be for a while longer - and she wasn't going to shake it off onto the ground while the maids were lurking. Before all the snow could condense and drip to the ground, she made a fist, suddenly flicking her fingers at him and allowing the water droplets to fly off her palm and her fingertips, onto his cheek and neck.

Lilla laughed, sudden and high-pitched, and before he could return the favor with the bit of snow he had left in his glass, she took off down the hallway. She had made it a decent distance before she fell out of her shoe, and, torn between leaving it behind and putting it back on, she hastily kicked the other off, bent over and picked them both up, before running again. It had been a long time since she had gone anywhere barefooted, she realized, and when she reached the doors of their room she paused to catch her breath and halt her laughter. The servants were staring, and she had seen something reminiscent of one of the princesses as she ran through the halls, but she paid neither mind as she tossed her shoes down and stepped into them, waiting for Relos to catch up with a smile on her face.

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She could tell by the look on his face, the draw of his eyebrows and the thin line of his lips, that he was examining the inevitable. At one point, as she looked out of the corner of her eye, she could see the way he stood against one of the tall posts of her bed with his arms crossed and his gaze adverted elsewhere. Lilla knew he wasn't afraid; or, she assumed he wasn't. Brooding? Worried, maybe? Honestly, she couldn't tell, but even knowing she was meant to be on Shigan's side, she couldn't help but feel a little bad for him.

She wasn't ignorant to the aspect that this was the most important thing he'd done - he'd said so himself - and, as far as she was concerned, it was probably one of the few, if not only, negotiations he'd ever done by himself. And treaties rarely went without some kind of arrangement or wedding proposal for the public to know they were earnest in their proclamations - as if weddings truly proved they both were on good terms.

And here she was, having to be another obstacle, another way to make him fail and provoke war. She paused, her dresser drawer open, a shirt in hand.

"I'm going to cause this war, aren't I..." Lilla murmured. No, she didn't want this. She didn't want to bring something so deadly to her country, to possibly be the cause of something so horrid on both fronts.

How could she live with herself if it was her doings, her words, that caused her king to declare war? How could she live with being in such close quarters with Relos after the king would decide his actions were disgusting and wrong, and see that same expression on his face that was on it right now?

She put her shirt away and closed her dresser drawer, before openly staring at the man in her room. His gaze to the floor, his nails digging into his forearms, something foreign swirling in his eyes and a deep breath expanding his chest. It took him several seconds for him to notice her silence and her stillness, but by then she had already come to a conclusion - and the quirky, half-true smile that lit up his face when he noticed her appraising him didn't change her resolve.

Lilla wasn't care if not causing war would make the king strip her of her pay, but she wasn't going to allow herself to become any more of a pawn in this game. She wasn't going to let Relos have to stew about his implications just as she was.

She couldn't, and no one was going to be any the wiser of her decision. She'd let Relos and the King go on believing she was actively pursuing her goal and trying to make the prince take a wrong step... but no matter what was to happen, she wasn't going to allow war to envelop both of their countries.

Before he could really speak, that quirky grin still on his face, a servant appeared in the doorway connecting their two rooms. She spoke quickly and articulately.

"Prince Relos, the king awaits you in the garden."

His expression hardened and she saw his knuckles turn white, his smile faltering for just a moment. Like that, the servant exited through Relos's room, and he pushed off of her bedpost to follow her out.

"Wait, Relos."

Lilla took a few steps toward and, with a beat of hesitation, put a hand on his forearm and stood up on the edges of her toes. She brushed her lips against his cheek before resettling on the floor.

"Good luck. I'll be here when you get back."

The gesture was merely meant to be a departing one, much like what he had done last night, but she had a feeling that - like his - it would be taken for more than it's worth. With a bit of a smile in his direction, he left, and for the first time in two days she was left wondering what she could do, and with a soft sigh she sat down onto her bed.

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Once again, Relos allowed himself to wander the halls aimlessly as he made his way back to the room. He had plenty of information to reflect over, and the decent walk gave him plenty of time to do so.

When he entered the compound, he saw a few servants moving around, most likely returning to their posts now that the dayā€™s excitement was over. Only a spare few actually paid him the slightest bit of attention, parting around the drifting prince like a gentle river around a rock. The few that did take notice of him only did so long enough to cast an angry glance at his back for being so obtuse. They had good reason, true; what fool walks the opposite direction while everyone else was walking the right way?

After a while of thinking about the future, he was stopped from further projection by a sudden intrusive thought. From seemingly nowhere, his thoughts turned to the one girl who had not been in his mind just moments ago: the one that he left in his room.

How was Lilla? Had she managed to keep herself entertained for the whole day, or had she died of boredom? With that amusing possibility in his head, he suddenly angled his way towards his room. He was ready to amuse himself a little with the conversation.

He entered the room quietly, having reached it after just a little more walking. He was pleased to find that he was able to find his way back to the place without having to ask for any directions. Apparently, heā€™d done enough wandering when the other night to impress it in his memory.

When he slipped in, he deftly shrugged off his shoes and put them under the bed. Once he was settled, he looked around. Seeing no sign of Lilla so far, he went over to her door and pressed the side of his head against her door, listening for any noise within. And sure enough, the sound of her feet kicking against the bed was just able to be heard by the prince.

He grinned, and went to go knock on the door to alert her to his presence. Just before he did, however, he heard Lillaā€™s voice through the door.

"Relos, I hope you're not doing something stupid."

His grin widened upon hearing the dancerā€™s voiced worry. So, she was worried about him, was she? Well, that was touching, really. He straightened up and leaned against the door frame, his head slightly bent forward to point towards the seam of the door, which he cracked slowly. When the door was open just enough to let in a sliver of light, but not enough to reveal the possibly compromising contents of the room, Relos spoke for the first time since entering the palace.

ā€œMe, do something stupid? No, never! I thought you had some faith in me, Lilla.ā€ He laid the sarcasm on thick, practically pouting over his last few words as he quipped at the unsuspecting girl inside the room. If he was lucky, heā€™d scare the crap out of her, which would certainly be entertainment enough. If he was unlucky, heā€™d piss her off, which would, in its own way, be just as entertaining. Either way, some entertainment was about to be had.

Lilla Rowan


His voice took her totally by surprise; she hadn't heard his footfalls nor the door open up a crack, and the light from his room should have caught her attention. Lilla had her eyes shut, oblivious to the sliver of warm light, and it wasn't until he spoke that she flinched and sat up.

"R-Relos!"

For a moment, she worried that she hadn't returned his poetry book, but after she frantically stood and glanced around her room, she realized she had given it back hours prior. There was several beats of silence before she stomped over to the door, yanking it open with a frown on her face.

"You scared me!" She said, over exaggerating her expression much like he had the tone of his voice. She struggled to keep the frown, the edges of her lips twitching. He was in a good mood... the meeting couldn't have gone as badly as she had been dreading it would be. She reached forward, prodding his chest much like she had earlier in the day. "I could have been getting dressed or something! You don't just do that!"

She was giving him a hard time, she knew, and her frown didn't last much longer. Her hand stilled against his chest, glancing up at him as he leaned against the door frame.

"They fed you, right? It's a little too late to request dinner..." she trailed off, becoming silent. She glanced him over, taking inventory as if the King would have truly set a finger on him; down his shirt and his sleeves, precariously gazing at his hands and checking for any form of nick on his pants. He was the same as he had left, his shirt a little wrinkled, but he was unharmed.

It was when she glanced at his shoes that she noticed her socks, and it didn't settle with the brunette for several blinks the state of dress she had presented herself in -- and that she was wearing his shirt. Lilla quickly made up for the lull she had created, hoping if she kept talking that he, perhaps, wouldn't notice the familiar taupe she was wearing.

"I hope the meeting didn't go badly... Judging by that smile on your face, I doubt it did."


Relos widened his grin upon hearing the gasp from inside the room. Quietly, he lifted one arm up tucked it down towards his chest: victory! Or at least, for phase one.

He heard his name being called in the room, and heard the sounds of her getting off of the bed and moving. He had figured that she was just going to the door so as to better communicate with him, so he was surprised (to put it simply) when the material that he was leaning his weight against was suddenly yanked out of place. He started to fall sideways, but managed to hazardously right himself before he crashed into a heap before Lillaā€™s feet.

Just as he was re-situating himself, he was nearly pushed back again by her sudden prodding finger on his chest. As she aggressively fingered his poor torso, she huffed at him, saying "You scared me!"

ā€œYeah, fine, I scared you,ā€ he replied, staring exasperatedly at her. ā€œBut Lilla, you just almost killed me! Killed! I seriously couldā€™ve died, and then where would we be?ā€

He matched her aggression with ire of his own; still it was not entirely serious, but things were slightly less humorous when one almost faceplanted. The comment about her possible state, though, proved to be too opportune a time to poke at her for him to remain glaring at her. Rather, his he cocked an eyebrow at her and said ā€œWhy Lilla, how do you know that wasnā€™t my intention in the first place?ā€

When she finally started to relax, coming down from her post-fight indignation, she leaned against the door. Relos eyed the spot where her shoulder and hip leaned against the frame and thought wicked thoughts. Oh, if only it swung further backā€¦he so would. He refrained, though, both because it was impossible and because there was a limit to the amount of playful mischief one could make at any given time.

Instead, Lilla spoke up, asking him if they fed him. He returned his eyes to her face, a witty comment about whether or not she was Lilla or his mother on his lips, but it died away when he saw her eyes drift around him. It might have been improper if it wasnā€™t for the worried tint of her countenance. She wasnā€™t ā€˜checking him outā€™, it was more like she wasā€¦inspecting him, as if he had changed in the time heā€™d been gone. He felt his own face soften into a sort of amused smile as he leaned sideways as well, coming to rest on the parts of the doorframe opposite to her.

ā€œThey didnā€™t really feed me, but Iā€™m fine. I donā€™t need be fed and watered like a plant, you know. And-ā€œ here he ducked his head down a bit to look her in the eye, ā€œ-Iā€™m fine, too. They didnā€™t torture me, Lilla. The princesses donā€™t biteā€¦or, at least I donā€™t think three of them do. That yellow one, though; she makes me question, with those pointy teeth of hersā€¦ā€ He started to mumble towards the end of his statement, talking more to himself than her as his mind wandered back to the pavilion and the odd princesses.

Perhaps it was to be expected after mentioning the princesses, but the next thing she asked him was how the meeting went. To respond, he sighed, leaning back up and tilting his head backwards as he yawned to the ceiling.

ā€œBoring, thatā€™s how it was. The emperor had nothing interesting to say, at all. The only thing that kept me awake was the presence of the princesses, who are, may I say, infinitely more enjoyable company than their father. ā€œ

His smile returned as he finished, and he winked at her after his last word. With a chuckled, he added: ā€œif I may be so bold as to say that the emperor is anything less than captivatingā€¦ā€