"I can only begin to beg for your forgiveness." -ooc- Whaaat Vlad begging for forgiveness?? NEVER. Just kidding, he only does for his wife.
Ilona raised her chin, tilting it away from her companion just the tiniest bit. Her lips were set tight but not hard, and one could have set three books and a glass vase on her head without any fear that her regally rigid posture would fail them. Only the heaving of her bosom gave away her very deep emotion. All else was the quietest storm, a fine mist of feeling, poised to envelope and overtake the moment if she did not keep a careful check on her heart.
When she spoke, her voice was clear and strong even if the words were clipped and her balled fists trembled. “If my lord means to take up groveling for his leisure time occupation then perhaps he should consider doing so upon a knee.”
Tart words for a prince, but then this one was in a warlord’s doghouse and his bride’s feelings were quite tender.
"Words are rather easily given away, I have learned. It may please the Voivode to show his remorse, desire or favor," icy irises cut to meet his stare, such depth, so much fervor behind them, "if any of these sentiments still swell within his breast."
