“I appreciate these fine meals, your grace... almost as much as the fine company.”
The Witcher’s deep, relaxed voice spoke to the golden haired Queen, yellow eyes studying her beautiful visage from across the table between bites of his dinner. He minded his courtesies, knowing full well how important they were to nobles and royals. How seriously they took it all. Though in spite of that, the vast social distance and ranking between them, there was something more subdued between them as well. The undercurrent and magnetic pull of interest, attraction, unless he was mistaken... and didn’t believe he was. Eskel caught her wandering alluring eyes now and again... while the sight of her, her lovely scent in his enhanced senses, tempted him further. She was something else altogether, that much was obvious... and he wanted to repay her generosity.
He maintained a calm exterior, for the moment, despite those growing temptations. His marred features smiled, and he took another drink of the wine. It was quite pleasant, even if he was more a Mahakaman Spirit and White Seagull kind of man himself, back home. He was enjoying exploring what this land had to offer, in every respect. He couldn’t say he’d expected to live this close to royalty... to share a meal with Cersei in her own bedchamber, no less, devoid of his armor, equipment and weapons. A life as long as his, and destiny, seemed to have unusual, pleasant turns in the road now and again. He looked forward to seeing where it all ended up. He had no expectations... though did have desires. Dangerous as simply having them might have been, having them for the most beautiful and powerful woman of this continent.
“Not used to all this, dwelling among luxuries... usually on the road, plying the trade of my guild. This is a new land to me, new experiences. New people. It’s good to settle in somewhere, one location, for a time. Though I still hope to find a purpose here, some way to return what you have provided..”
@longmayshereignxcersei
