@onde-a-vaere con’t. from here
It had been a rather unfortunate day to say the least. Things seemed to be going wrong left and right as if there was some plume of bad luck overhanging above him waiting to strike at every opportune moment. This moment just happened to be a literal smack to the face.
A gloved hand was pressed against his cheek where the impact seemed to hit the most. Hans gave a small scoff in response, trying to put off the injury, play it off as some sort of joke. It had caused an initial shock of receiving injury while outside of his home kingdom. “It’s nothing, your highness.” The prince spoke simply, turning his light gaze to her at last. His fingers massaged the tingling area of his cheek that had been hit. An ever slight smile crossed his lips, “I will be alright.”
The young queen’s heart raced to once again be face-to-face with her would-be usurper, and in such a casual fashion. She wished for nothing more than to flee towards home and hide away, but duty would not allow it. Duty dictated that she must host the Westergaard viper and make nice. It dictated that she throw a banquet and ball in his honor, and grant him the first dance. She, of course, was already doing all she could to get out of whatever things she could, but greeting the prince as he arrived within the palace gates was not avoidable. It appeared fate had already begun work on returning to him all he’d dealt to her on his last visit. Truly, she was none to pleased to see him hurt. She would never wish the things on him that he’d been so wont to deal to her, but she couldn’t help but make the connection. Still, she reached out a friendly hand in offer to examine his cheek.
“You gave us quite a fright, Your Highness,” she said plainly. “I am glad that you are not grievously injured. Are you sure you would not like my court physician to have a look at you?”
