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Post by Adelaide Trenholm on Jan 20, 2018 15:56:35 GMT
Adelaide couldn't have hoped for a more beautiful day for her marriage to Corvo. The sky was a brilliant blue with not a cloud in sight, the sun shining bright overhead. The woman took a deep, calming breath in the hopes of dispelling the butterflies in her stomach. Her whole life seemed to have been leading up to this moment, and here it finally was. Well, at least the day was. There was much protocol to be followed, including the procession through each section of the city to the cathedral. She and Corvo would ride in separate carriages to their destination, marry, and then go to the keep, where they would be coronated. So much was changing in one day that her head was practically spinning. So much more responsibility was put on her, and especially Corvo; the sudden death of the king had forced them to take the place of king and queen and take control of the kingdom before it could fall into chaos. Adelaide briefly wondered how Corvo was feeling at the moment, when her thoughts were interrupted by an attendant urging her towards the carriages. With a little help from a few people, the woman managed to get into the carriage. Her white gown had a very full skirt with several layers of crinoline underneath. Her arms were encased in lacy sleeves. Her long hair had been meticulously curled, pulled back on the sides so that her delicate silver earrings could be seen. All the same, her head was covered with a long lace veil, which covered her eyes but still allowed her to see, and trailed several feet behind her when it was stretched out. Her clothing had been carefully crafted by the kingdom's finest tailors, and she felt comfortable knowing that their craftsmanship was unbeatable. All in all, she looked the part of a bride. Soon enough, the procession began to move forward and Adelaide's stomach jolted in nervousness. However, as she began to see spectators on the sides of the road, she smiled and waved as calm as could be. She was ready. She had to be. Finally, after visiting all the sections of the city, the procession stopped and Adelaide took another deep breath. Wedding first, coronation after, then she could relax. Now, she had to perform her duties with as much grace as possible. Once she had her cue, the bride stepped out of her carriage, waved at the spectators, then began walking into the cathedral. Here went nothing. |
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Post by Corvo Dufour on Jan 21, 2018 21:02:43 GMT
Corvo Dufour...
The weather was perfect. The sun's gentle, warm rays made shadows dance on the ground and the clear and fresh air seemed to be a little warmer on this joyous day. Corov had wanted to ride his mare through the city, but his mother had insisted to fight him on it and in the end, he had listened to her and ended up in the carriage.
He was dressed in dark greys, golden thread embroidery adorned the cuffs, chest and below the jacket, he wore a deep crimson vest, which in turn covered a white shirt and a layer of chainmail. His dark locks were loose and set in soft curls making him look polished and the rough edges he usually possessed had been smoothed down to make him look much more like a noble than a knight. Someone who hadn't grown up with a sword in his hand and wrestling with the older pages and squires in the training rings. He had his sword by his side and it was the only sign of his fighting abilities every single piece of armour was tucked away and hidden underneath his fine clothing. It was a safety precaution, and Corvo felt much more at ease with the weight of his chainmail on.
The carriage made its way to the cathedral, he was among the first to arrive, and when he stepped out it was clear to all he was of regal blood. His posture was impeccable, strong strides, a gentle, yet strong expression on his face. Even if he tried to look like a commoner he had the aura of an individual you would like to follow, a leader, a king.
He was flanked by four guards, each equipped in fine armour and armed with swords. Corvo smiled and waved politely as the cheers from the crowds washed over him. It was almost overwhelming, but he had been apart of this picture for far too long to be affected by an adoring crowd. He wanted his people to love him, accept him as their leader and follow him and his decisions.
He waited inside the cathedral for his bride, a nervous knot in his stomach tightening. Just like he didn't want to disappoint his people he didn't want to disappoint his wife and queen.
As Adelaide stepped in it was as if time slowed down. She was... Beautiful. No, it didn't cover it. Otherworldly. The white gown hugged her body and spread out into a magnificent trail and the veil covering her blurred most of her features and made her seem mysterious and for the first time, he seemed to understand the description of the magnificent weddings in stories... His dark eyes lit up with a small light of happiness. Adelaide and he had become closer over the past months, something he was grateful for since she had seemed almost a stranger to him when she moved into the keep and became a permanent presence in the castle. A smile - bordering on a grin- crept up on his lips. She was a good person and they were friends before they were engaged, so he felt better about this marriage and didn't dread spending time ruling a kingdom with someone he barely knew. |
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Post by Adelaide Trenholm on Jan 22, 2018 1:47:30 GMT
Adelaide had never been so nervous in her entire life as when she walked through the doors of the cathedral. All the guests who were permitted within- noblepeople, the royalty of other races- stood and stared at her and she became acutely aware of her every movement. Did she look awkward? Was she moving too slow or too fast? All the thoughts of things that could go wrong raced through her mind but she managed to keep her outward composure as she began to walk. Her eyes met Corvo's, however, and his smile seemed to reassure her. The two of them together could accomplish anything, including running the kingdom. The brunt of the work would be on him, but she would be by his side and offer him her counsel on decisions. They could do it.
The walk down the aisle seemed to last ten miles, but eventually, Adelaide stood beside her fiance. She met his eyes briefly and smiled, attempting to reassure him as well as to help him be strong. The loss of his father put into sharp contrast the bittersweet emotions that were associated with this day. Her own parents were here, both as parents of the bride and as nobles of the kingdom; surely he felt keenly the absence of his father.
The ceremony, as royal weddings tend to be, was long and drawn out, punctuated with time-honored traditions and expectations of both groom and bride. Adelaide performed her duties perfectly, reciting every line and doing every ritual to the T; she had stayed up very late last night rehearsing, after all. Soon enough, the ceremony was at its closing. The two exchanged their vows and then their rings and the minister pronounced them 'man and wife.' With her veil lifted, Adelaide turned towards Corvo, her stomach roiling in nervousness. The two had never touched each other except in the most innocent manner: holding hands occasionally, her hugging him at the pronouncement that his father had died. Now they were expected to kiss to seal their pact. But it had to be done. Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, she leaned up to him and placed her lips on his, then turned to the crowd with a bright smile, for all the world a happy bride.
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Post by Nicodemus on Jan 28, 2018 2:32:05 GMT
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»Nicodemus was only here for the free food and alcohol in the after party, at least that was what he told himself. He didn't have an ounce of fondness for the royal family and he was sticking to that story. It would hurt himself to become attached to this family, they would be killed and replace, killed and replaced, over and over again. If they knew about his dragon form they would easily hunt him down and mercilessly torture him. They would probably use him for bait for his younger dragon friends, such as Lysander and his sister June. He shifted in the back row, glancing around awkwardly. He felt so out of place, despite his fancy clothes and the staff seating nearby.
There was a very tall man sitting right in front of him, which meant that Nico couldn't see the actual wedding. He could barely hear it as well, with all the whispers that travelled across the crowd. At least he had seen them both entering. They certainly looked the part of prince and princess with the expensive robes that they were adorned with. He startled as the entire crowd erupted into applause, and he quickly followed in suite. The tall man finally shifted out of the way, and Nicodemus could suddenly see the happy couple. He didn't see any nervousness from either of them, but looks could be pretty deceiving. He frowned and glanced to his side. A few aisles away, a woman was crying and blubbering about how beautiful everything was.
Nico rolled his eyes and his knee began to tap. He was still annoyed at himself from attending and couldn't wait to get to the food as an excuse for attending.
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Jan 29, 2018 6:12:30 GMT
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Fish in a bowl
How strange and how wonderful it was to be back on land for so long. It reminded him of when he was young, long before he married. He glanced at his wife. It wasn't that he was unhappy with her, but the idea of arranged marriage had never sat well with him. At any rate, he was glad to be walking, glad to be attending someone else's wedding ceremony. These humans were so young, especially to merfolk. He hoped they'd be happy together.
Like any other royalty was expected to, they arrived in carriage. Earindil hated the things but it was made clear to him that he had no choice. Now the journey was coming to an end and as soon as the carriage stopped he was on his feet. The door was opened for him and he stepped out. His legs ached from sitting for so long and it was all he could do to keep from stumbling. He helped Karmina out of their prison-on-wheels and offered her his arm. He walked with a confidence that hid his clumsiness on land. His head high, his hair like a lion's mane framing his face. He wore ceremonial armor - a weathered gold suit with a fair share of scale mail, modeled after the fish in the sea. A blue cape embellished with the royal crest trailed behind him. He liked the way the metal clinked when he walked.
It took some time with all the guests around to find their seats. The murmur of the crowd filled the church, bouncing off the walls and ceilings. Earindil conversed with the royals and nobles around him, glancing occasionally at Karmina to smile at her. He didn't mind the short wait before the ceremony started. With the crowd, he stood to see the bride walk down the aisle. She was lovely, even if he didn't know her. He suspected he would have dealings with her new husband in the future. One King to another, he thought.
If only he was patient enough to sit through the ceremony. He kept tapping his foot or fidgeting with his beard. Imagine his delight, then, when everyone stood and applauded the newlyweds.
He joined them, gladly. He had legs now. He wanted to use them.
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Post by Karmina Tsunami on Feb 1, 2018 17:18:22 GMT
 Listen to the waves in your heart Karmina hated going on land, it was unnatural for a mermaid to mingle with these... Monkeys! The other thing she hated was legs. Yes, she was used to them but that didn't mean she liked to use them. The whole carriage ride she was in a grump, even threatening the guard with decapitation when he made the remark that females weren't usually seen with weaponry. When she had stepped onto land to get to their carriage she was trying to keep calm. She looked stupid in a dress, heels she could barely walk in and the corset was restricting her breathing. She longed to be back in the ocean, beneath the waves and amongst her kind. However royal duties came first.
Getting into the carriage, she stared out of the window. Her long, platinum hair was loose and fell neatly around her shoulders. She fiddled with the belt around her hip, making it was secure. She had never trusted humans, so why should she start now? The city came into view, and it was breathtaking. For a bunch of hairless apes, they sure knew how to make impressive buildings. Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
When the got to the cathedral, Karmina took her husband's arm. She was shocked at herself, with how gracefully she was walking in these torture chambers called shoes. She took her seat, some nobles looking at her. She sent a cold glare their way, she was not a pushover. When the wedding began, she found herself smiling at the bride's beauty. Weddings were so different on land than they were underneath the ocean waves. Karmina applauded and heard a few men let out happy whistles. It truly was a beautiful sight to behold.
During the reception, Karmina mingled with some of the female nobles. She was only half listening to what they were saying, as human politics didn't really concern her unless it had something to do with the Merfolk kingdom. She held her golden goblet in both her hands, as one of the women gestured how well she was doing on land for the mermaid queen. Karmina took instant offence to this, and politely excused herself. She went to the buffet table and poured herself some more wine. She was this close to leaving, finding the nearest port, and heading back home. "Just stay calm, and just be two-faced, Karmina... You can do this." she muttered to herself. She began walking around the hall, to find some civilised conversation. |
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Post by Carjen Brando on Feb 1, 2018 21:37:10 GMT
He didn’t hate weddings. He always said that he did and anyone who knew him would believe the statement if he made it but he actually longed for a wedding, loved the representation of the adoration and loyalty between two people. It was really a human habit he could get behind. But he didn’t like to go to weddings. They were social events, people everywhere, staring, there was applause, which was loud in his sensitive ears, he didn’t know what they did with his horse, it was all a mess of things that he despised so, during the ceremony, Carjen sat tense and annoyed, his hands picking at each other where they sat in his lap. At least it was a nice day for it, no rain or worse snow, and the weather was mild. He managed to get away with one of his lighter vests for the occasion, a royal purple color over a white shirt with loose poofy sleeves. He didn’t like this part of it either, the shirt was tailored to fit him so it was tight in places armor wouldn’t be such as around his neck and he pulled on the collar absently as the bride and groom said their vows. He really wished he could’ve skipped it, he really did, but as a nobleman of mir he was almost required to attend.
The ceremony finished and everyone jumped to their feet in applause. Carjen stayed seated but clapped politely. If he stood he’d tower over the other people in the room, it’d look awkward, draw attention, so he politely remained out of the way as the ceremonies finished up and everyone moved out into the hall for the reception. Carjen hung back purposefully, waiting until the room was mostly empty before going himself. He stuck to the walls, both present and absent as he always was at big social gatherings. They just weren’t for him.
He straightened the waist of his vest, which had crumpled from sitting down, and waited for the right opportunity to approach the bride and groom, to congratulate them and ensure them that he had been present for the entire thing. That was really all he was here to do. But the room was crowded, the people here busy and he ended up waiting beside a buffet table full of food that honestly smelled divine. Curiosity getting the better of him, he peered over at it. It was full of seafood, they must’ve been expecting merfolk. Lobster and crab sat in carefully arranged piles with little cups of dipping sauce to take with. There were at least four kinds of fish, clams and oysters, it was really quite the impressive spread. But no one was going for it yet and, never one to be first at social events, Carjen just looked on hungrily.
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 3, 2018 13:06:37 GMT
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»Nicodemus slowly began to stand up as people crowded the happy couple. His demeanour seemed relaxed but there was an edge to his gaze and the straightness in his back spoke of his uncomfort. He eyed the food from across the room, unsure of whether he should bow and scrape to the newly wedded couple or go eat. He had to admit that he hadn't been invited to many fancy royal parties in his very long life. He had participated in many peasant weddings and village celebrations but royals didn't tend to invite him and he didn't tend to go.
He wondered if his choice to attend this wedding had something to do with the war inside of his mind. He was struggling to make a decision on what he was going to do about the dragons. He had never thought the treaty would last as long as it had, but he could already feel the tensions in the air like wind currents under his wings. He was the leader of the ancient and powerful race of dragons, and he was being faced with many decisions about how he was going to bring the dragons into prosperity. He wanted to curse whatever ancient had decided that the eldest dragon was the wisest and therefore should be the leader. Nico was no leader, he was independent and bad at decision making. He was certainly not wise.
Nicodemus mused the idea that he could fake his death and let Eamon take on the position of Eldest Dragon but he immediately discarded that idea. Too many risks. He was now deep in thought so his feet were moving without his full concentration. His eyes were downcast to the floor, so he didn't notice when he ran right into a very tall man. He was immediately jolted out of his thoughts and he took a rapid step backwards. "My apologies." his apology was quiet but sincere. Nicodemus had not being paying as much attention to the area as he should be, especially with the sheer amount of people in the room.
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Feb 6, 2018 2:52:34 GMT
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Earindil Wavesplitter
Fish in a bowl
With the reception underway, Earindil wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Karmina had walked away from him long ago to mingle with the ladies. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd fit in with the gentlemen himself. No matter. At the very least he ought to give it a try. He just liked it when Karmina was close; she gave him the courage to break the ice with these high-born landwalkers.
His eyes were turned toward his wife, even as he walked, which was unfortunate since he ran right into someone. The shorter fellow - who, to his credit, was still quite tall for a landwalker - muttered an apology. Despite his reservations, Earindil was in too good a mood to be bothered by it. He waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all. It was probably my fault."
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Post by Carjen Brando on Feb 6, 2018 21:44:38 GMT
Carjen watched from the sidelines, waiting for his opportunity to remove himself from the gathering. The quarters were too tight, the room was too small for the large reception, even though it was quite a large room. It only spoke to the popularity of the married couple. But it also made him uneasy, too many eyes, too many ears. He felt watched at all times, like everyone was staring at him and it made him antsy. Nervously, he crossed his arms over his purple vest, momentarily covering the silver cat embroidered on the chest with his elbow. He’d have to steal some of the royal couple’s time in a hurry so he could make his escape.
He was about to step forward, off of the wall and away from the enticing aromas of the food display when two men collided in front of him and he had to stop himself. He was blocked. Figures. He made a face but said nothing, only settled back into his place where he’d been leaning against the wall. He recognized one of the men as the king of the merfolk, his ceremonial armor unmistakable, even though Carjen had never met the man in person. He chuckled to himself quietly. He’d thought the king would be taller.
Tapping his finger against his bicept, green eyes watched the two men interact, hoping one of them would go for food so that it would open the flood gates to the buffet and the werecat could follow suit. He was starving, he’d skipped breakfast on purpose in preparation for this event, Emberi was kind of a shit show by his standards, crowded and loud and boisterous, but it had good food and now that the menu had been revealed he was even more curious as to how the city cooked their fish and their crab. If only someone would grab a plate so he could play the follower position. It always seemed greedy and savage to be the first to raid the buffet table, like an animal before a kill, ravenous and thoughtless. He would wait his turn, no matter how long it took. He watched the mermaid king through stern brows. At least the man grew an impressive beard, even if he wasn’t tall enough to impress the werecat nobleman.
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 8, 2018 6:59:29 GMT
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»Nicodemus's eyes scanned across the other man's face, taking note of the beard. His face twisted into a frown of confusion. He was sure that this man was familiar but he couldn’t place a name to the face. He almost missed the words from the other’s mouth and he had to blink a few times to piece together what he had said. He offered a polite smile, planning on moving on before realisation struck. The man looked familiar because he looked like a past merman king. A brief expression of confusion crossed his face until he came to the conclusion that the taller man in front of him must have been the king of the merfolk. He took a half step backwards, memories of the time that Lysander had taken him down to see the underwater city and meeting the king at the time. It had been a very long time ago, but he remembered them like they were just yesterday.
He glanced towards the floor, suddenly feel a wave of nervousness. As a leader of a race, Nicodemus was expected to be elegant and proud, not clumsy and nervy. He knew that the king in front of him would not recognise him as such but it was still a rush of embarrassment that caused his cheeks to slightly pinken. He ignored his urge to escape the room immediately, instead, he just ducked his head. “I should have seen you coming, I suppose we could both take the blame.” He didn’t want to point out that it was very much Nicodemus’ fault as he had been looking elsewhere. He was also uncertain how to address the king, was he supposed to call him ‘King Earindil’ or ‘your majesty’? Royalty was just too confusing. Nico was definitely glad that his race didn’t partake in such ridiculousness as nobility. Why was an older man less important than another younger man just because of family?
These thoughts crossed his mind rapidly, and out of his eye he saw a much taller man watching them talk and he was put on edge. He didn’t mention it however, gesturing to the food hopefully. “The food sure looks delicious, doesn’t it?”
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Feb 11, 2018 4:03:39 GMT
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Earindil Wavesplitter
Fish in a bowl
He watched as expressions chased each other across the man's face, arching an eyebrow. Oh, he was probably just trying to place him. Earindil hadn't come up to land for some time, after all. Or, if Earindil wanted to flatter himself, maybe this young man didn't know how to react with met with a king. But the mention of food was more interesting to Earindil than stroking his ego - for once. His eyes followed the gesture toward the food and he couldn't help but smile. "Yes, it does." He was suddenly very curious about the food. He'd had many dishes on land before. It was such a diverse place. And now he was getting hungry all of a sudden.
But- nobody else was eating. Would it be rude if he went first? Probably. Or at least, he'd feel like he was being rude. Ugh. He looked around at everyone. Karmina, still mingling, and everyone else, also mingling. He turned back to the young man. "Do you think I would be frowned at if I went to get some first?" he asked, half-jokingly. He was shifting on his feet now, a little anxious. It was no way for a king to feel, in his opinion.
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Post by Karmina Tsunami on Feb 12, 2018 19:28:34 GMT
Listen to the waves in your heart The mermaid queen felt someone bump into her, causing her to drop her wine. It splashed all over the place, and she was already in a bad enough mood just being on land. "Watch where you're going, you clumsy fool!" she spat. She usually wasn't this rude, but someone drunkenly walking into her pushed her over the edge. She managed to calm herself again but was tempted to lure this idiot to his doom. Getting a napkin from the buffet table, she began to clean up the mess. Common courtesy and saved the poor servants from doing it. She sighed and looked through the crowds to find her husband. She spotted him with two gentlemen. Breathing deeply, she walked over to them 'I want my tail back...' she mentally groaned.
She dodged other groups as she swiped a goblet of wine from a passing waiter with a beautiful smile on her face. She noticed children playing hide and seek, and this warmed her heart. No matter what race, children always had their innocence and always had joy and love in their hearts. Karmina had always dreamt of someday having her own, but it was just a dream, not like it was ever going to happen. Her marriage was political, that was it.
"Good evening, my Lords." she smiled, bowing her head in respect the jewels in her crown catching the light. The mermaid queen stood next to her husband like any respectful wife would do however every time she did so her heart seemed to race. Her blonde hair seemed to glow like a halo in the candlelight as she looked at the two gentlemen. She had a certain noble air about her, but deep down she was very passionate and caring, even though she put up a steel like front when out in public. |
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Post by Carjen Brando on Feb 13, 2018 21:46:53 GMT
At first Carjen wasn’t listening to their conversation, they were far enough away that it would require some concentration to make out their words over the murmur of the crowd. But as time passed, they drew near to his spot against the wall, eying the buffet table with hungry eyes and, immediately also intrigued, the werecat watched them, waited, hoped beyond all hope that they would take the first leap and open the flood gates upon the food. It would at least give him something to do in this pathetic excuse for a gathering. Carefully, he stood from where he’d been leaning against the wall, taking his time and trying to remain as casual and unassuming as possible as he also made his way over to the table, ready to get in line.
But then a voice piped up from behind him and he turned away from the lobster and shrimp dishes to look upon a small, dainty woman wearing a crown. Visually, he didn’t recognize her, he’d never met the royal merfolk family despite his many dealings with their kind in the past. He was a shadier sort, he had been a sailor for hire, a little darker a little dirtier than the royal house would want to deal with. But he was curious if they had heard of him, he had been a notorious sailor, he was good at what he did- finding valuables, people, places, things, and shipping them to and fro for money without being seen. He had been known as the Cat in Chains, a reference to his house sigil. Carjen tried not to get his hopes up, he was more likely to be known for his otherworldly skill with leather and armor than he was to be remembered for his many years as a sailor.
He nodded politely to the woman when she addressed them, and she was addressing all of them he assumed, now that they were standing close enough together to be considered a group. The merfolk king was not a Lord, she would’ve greeted him a little more personally he assumed by her crown that she was his wife. But she had said Lords plural so he assumed it included him. Still, he tried to keep his distance, at first saying nothing to draw attention to himself, but as the question of food came up again, he cleared his throat.
“I hope someone takes the initiative, I am starving and the spread here is exquisite.”
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Post by Earindil Wavesplitter on Feb 14, 2018 17:08:29 GMT
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Earindil Wavesplitter
Fish in a bowl
While Earindil anxiously waited to see what the young man would say, he noticed Karmina coming closer. A sense of relief settled in his chest. A broad smile broke out across his face. "Ah, here is my beautiful wife." he said, after she spoke. "Gentlemen, Queen Karmina Tsunami." he announced proudly. He even went so far as to put his arm around her, lightly touching her, pretending she was as delicate as she looked. But he knew better.
He turned his attention back to the men - there was another one now that had come up while Earindil wasn't paying as much attention. He briefly eyed him, not suspiciously but rather curiously, as the man cleared his throat. He spoke and Earindil felt another wave of relief hit him. At least he wasn't the only one who was hungry. He chuckled. "I'm rather hungry myself," he admitted, looking at Karmina, "How about you, darling? Can I get you anything?" If Karmina wanted food, Earindil - being a good husband - would be more than happy to get her some. And then get some for himself.
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