What had started out as enjoyable was quickly going downhill. Not only would his mind, trapped in some post stress cycle, not relinquish the thoughts of rosen maidens and tigers, but his head swam every moment as his heart struggled to pump what little blood was left up to its heights. Yet he could not break her gaze. There might have been much that was broken in him, but the pride was ever so powerful still. Gratefully though, she steps past, and it was hard to hide the slight drop in his head, or the longer exhale.

Steps sound behind him, and he’s aware of her track. Tasseled tail flicks lightly again his irritation, but he makes no other move. Perhaps it was his solidarity and pride, letting her see he cared not to be under her gaze and would not shrink beneath it. Or more likely it was that any move would reveal just how tedious his position was. Regardless of why, the sinking suspicion was coming down that this mare of the mists was something dark indeed, laying traps and playing with daggers. That was usually his part, and he did not enjoy the roles being reversed. Of course, what did he expect? Wounded, worn, and battered, he must indeed look god awful.

She comes up the other side and still the golden does not move to break the silence or scene. She stops though, grinning like the mad woman he was coming to know her for, and arching a brow. For her agreement she gains only a small laugh, pale and shallow. Any more was asking now too much. Yet then she pushes on, her gaze setting solid on him once more. Kingdom? Oh dear.

He raises a brow, the only ploy he can do to buy time. She wanted a question to corner him? Well that did it. Still at least prince was better than sundrop. What to say though? A lie or a tease? Perhaps even an inkling of the truth? “There’s more to rule over than a herd land, love.” His grin rises back for his reply, the weariness not allowing him to hide his smugness.

Had it been any other day he might have shown the woman just what powers this crown bestowed. Yet to fall to the floor for the weight of that ‘power’ might undermine his point. Even standing here was pulling ever reserve. “And worry not princess, there’s no competition for you being my nurse.” He doubted that was on her mind, but the tease felt quiet good nonetheless. “Cursed names rarely get such luxuries.” It is a whisper, for his lungs and chest were straining. And though his body willed it not, his head dropped slightly as the world began to spin, and his knees shivered. But he wasn’t out of the count just yet. “I’m sure you know as well as I.” Surely one who floated around this world such as she did not always find beds of roses awaiting her.



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OOC:: You are more than okay dear! =D

we live like thieves
     kings among men