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It’s still strange to Lafrenze, having a Father – it never quite crossed her mind that she’s run into him. But oh – they ran into each other due to such sorry circumstances; him throwing her into a carriage while binding her wrists and having them behind her, just like a prisoner. It was a strange turn of events, in truth. She’s a little glad she hadn’t cursed him, she’d be alone again for sure, left to wander the forest that her grandmother left her to guard. A promise she had broken, but she is still hopeful to pick up the pieces of where she left off.
When His Highness hugs her, she immediately freezes up – a flash of memory plays back in her mind and she pushes him away out of reflex.
Realizing her mistake, she flusters, biting her lip, “U-Um, sorry father, I…I hadn’t meant to do that.”
●: a kiss ( on the forehead. )
Grandmother often did this, when she was still among the living. Whenever she brought her herbal tea for her old bones, or whenever she helped with the chores around the house. She loved her grandmother, more than anyone, who brought her great security before her passing. And then came Orpheus, who strides boldly into her life, doing a similar gesture of affection. And now, her Father was doing the same to her, she tenses immediately the moment his lips make contact with her forehead –– first brushing away some her stray white hairs from her forehead, then doing the deed. She tries to make eye contact with him, because he hadn’t pull away yet.
“How long are you going to kiss me there?” She asks quietly, red eyes peering up at him curiously.
□: a flower crown
A childish giggle emits from the young princess’s mouth, what she didn’t expect was for her Father to try make one too. She had made one for him the day prior, but informed her that her flower crown suited her more. It brings out your eyes, he had told her yesterday. This time, he came along with her to the fields where she made her last one. He sat next to her, while watching her handiwork. But because she was focused on her handiwork, she didn’t notice he too was making one.
“Oh..ohhh Father! It’s beautiful, thank you!” She takes it immediately into her hands; she tilts her head to the side, observing his handiwork, “…You didn’t tie some of these tight enough, but other than that it’s perfect!”
■: a nudge in the side
In such a era, where tragedy has struck the populace Lafrenze isn’t sure why her Father decided to hold a banquet. Was it to lessen the tension from the outside world, to put the other nobles’ fears at ease? Or did he have other ulterior motives? Coming from such a humble lifestyle, the change of atmosphere almost puts her at unease. She no longer dressed in her red robe and white dress, instead dressing in an elegant dress that fit a little snuggly.
Also, all the attention being directed toward her as well. Lafrenze stands, a little too stiffly in the great hall where dozens of nobles stand chattering amongst themselves. In truth, she’s a little nervous. They’ve been passing glances at her; with either contempt or curiosity…. she wasn’t too sure. Such a look frightens her, it’s maybe worse than dealing with those of the dead. Feeling the nudge at her side, she glances over toward her side to see her Father by her side, finished chatting with someone else of high status.
“…Father? I didn’t expect you to come to me…”
♤: an uncomfortably long stare
“Is there a problem, your Highness?”
They had readjusted her arms so they would be held out in front of her. Her cloak had done a good job hiding most of her body, including her arms, where an amulet is wrapped around her wrist. Due to the guards rearranging her arms, however, both her arms are out in the open for all to see. Thus, her amulet was also out in the open too.
She figures to ask first, because it looked like he wasn’t going to. The amulet is out, clear as day –– and from checking a few times, it looked like his gaze was locked on that. Her brow furrows, and a frown appears on her pale lips. “Such a look doesn’t suite you, It’d be unfortunate if it was stuck like that.”
♡: a hair ruffling
It’s been about a year since she’s been taken in, firstly accused of witchcraft, then later freed. Her Father has been trying to help her settle into the noble life, and to get closer to her for the last couple of months. These little touches and gestures of affections have thrown her off in the beginning, after what had previously happened with Orpheus. Her Father was able to worm his way into her heart somehow, breaking the ice little by little.
When he ruffles her hair, she’s initially a little surprised, but she laughs lightly to herself afterward. He had praised her with something, and she breaks into a small smile.
“I wouldn’t….want to disappoint you,” she mumbles, “so I’m glad that you think I’ve done a good job….”
¤: a book to read
“Hm?” She takes the book into her grasp, giving it a look through. It was Grandmother’s books, inside it contained all sorts of things – from instructions with certain herbs to make into medicines or herbal teas, to different kinds of poisons. They had come back to the little cottage in the middle of the woods, after she insisted to collect some of her things.
At first, she was entirely against living with him – but she eventually agreed to it. She wanted to clear out the house at least, and do something to hide it from the public eye just in case they accidentally stumble across it.
“This was…one of grandmother’s books,” Every time she mentioned the old woman his face seemed to darken, she wondered why, “It’s on herbal remedies, not on spells, I could help us in the future possibly…..Would you mind placing these with the rest that we’ll be taking back?”
》: a pat on the back
The now princess jumps a bit, feeling the pat on her back. She happened to be in the library, wanting to keep to herself mostly. When she feels the pat on her back, she slowly glances over her shoulder –– spotting her father behind her. Her shoulders relaxes some, and she lets out a sigh of relief.
“I….is there something you need? Is…. is supper ready?”
¿: a gift
“I…I don’t know what to say, it’s beautiful.”
A small smile graces the princess’s lips, while her eyes gaze ‘pon the dress presented toward her. It is unlike anything that she’s able to make, with her mediocre sewing skills. The dress is mostly white, however red and purple ribbon are included with the dress. According to one of the maids, she’d be getting several new dresses on the way this was just one of them.
