there is starlight in the man , as if the heavens had blessed him with a wildness all his own. she can differentiate each individual leaf in his mind turn over as he thinks , but it dosen't take long as his gears settled in place the man was up and out the door before ontari has a moment to protest. the water ripples at the motion of the weight no longer on one side , but her eyes are far too distracted by the double doors slamming open to notice. he owns the place no matter where he goes. and walks into her bedroom with a power she is unsure many would dare match. for a moment , she worries that the handmaidens would have heard the doors but it settles away after a moment. her heart relaxing back into her chest , though not entirely , the adrenaline still vibrating through her veins , excitement at the future. an adventure lay ahead.
she was a disappointment , she knows as much with how easily she gives into to any temptation presented to her by one particular man. if the queen were still alive her head would have been hung by some post long ago and yet. now as he returns gallantly showing off the very simple attire he's picked out , her eyes shine with a light that could only be replicated by fresh young lovers exploring the world for the first time. it is why , she thinks they were meant to meet. every touch shared feels like a storm , the kiss to her forehead leaving tingles in her skin as if he had lit a flame and warmed her from the inside out and the frost was melting away. a few blinks and caught breath , she's glad he's gone off in a moment. too stunned to stop the discoloration on her cheeks.
she steps out of the bath , milky water leaving a soft sheen against her pale skin. gathering the garments she steps aside for a moment , eyes narrowing in his general direction as the man taunts slightly at the idea of a distraction. a worrying thought for a moment though she manages to shake off the thought and finish changing into the attire. the clothing , while meant to be understated , is still far more elegant than that of her average populous , the devil was in the details. the lack of tearing on the edges of the clothes , the double stitching on the hood. not that many would take the time to notice. but standing next to him , she looks more put together , even with the neutral dull colors.
he's off , and she knows exactly where she is to meet him. it's the same place every time. and as the keeper of the fleim runs over to her window , climbing over the railing to reach the ladder and rope used to descend in the evening sun. there's only one thought on her mind. falling would cause quite and inconvenience to roan , and it's a slight laughter that builds inside of her. she's attempting of course , to be silent. but she's never quite managed to be just as stealthy her loyal pakstoka. but it's only a few floors down before she has to sneak back inside. the staircase was always her choice , it was just far easier to reach it once the guards and nonsense was out of the way. her feet are bare , boots in hand as she runs down the spiraling staircase. being as quiet as possible often meant being closer to the world itself as they knew it. boots had always been a dislike of the young woman --- far too bulky for her own liking , to thick of a separation , only to be used to prevent frostbite if necessary. and yet she brings them with. the stables are so close now...
it's several minutes before she makes it to the barn doors , evading guards and lights on the way. the door creeks softly as she opens it and steps inside. seeing him instantly her body relaxes they've made it out. the flush from the running and adrenaline tints her cheeks though it is difficult to tell as the sun continuities to set around them , bringing an orange hue around the stables and horses. a glow to the hay , a startling light. « ¿ where to ? » comes the question , breathed out between segments of catching her own bearings. « how did you get here before me ? »
