❛ is mel with you ? ❜ hazen managed, skirting around the corner of the palace. his daughter laying flat against his forearm as he nearly crashed into the prince. his sword pressed against his back, his loose tunic shifting as he craned his neck to look behind him. though he was one of the best swordsmen in all of navarre, there was only one thing that struck fear into him: his wife. ❛ she hates when i carry ellie like this, ❜ he grumbled under his breath, lifting his arm to gesture to the giggling baby attached to his limb. ❛ why do you look all dressed up ? some princess here to whisk you away again in hopes of you giving her your babies ? ❜ @rosesruin
there is a snort of laughter that accompanies the words, amusement that lingers at the hesitation in hazen's eyes. with a quick glance towards his arm, the prince understood completely. "you've been spared her scolding," he mused, "for now." the crisp outfit his mother had chosen for him the morning feeling stiff and unwieldy compared to the usual casual tunics he wore for casual meetings or sparring with haze. "i can't imagine why, she looks so much like you when naemyrth dangles you from her claws." the words are teasing, warm as his hand rests absently on the sword at his side. exasperation settles in its place, though, brushing an errant curl from his goddaughter's face. "arah is arriving, soon. you know how father is about furthering our ties." had been, even when rian was on the receiving end of such meddling. "and mother told me i will not win any bride that will want to give me children looking like i've been on the mats all afternoon."
