I can't believe I'm saying this, but... perhaps if we were to have children together? If we could raise them in an environment free from hatred and violence, maybe they would help bridge the gap between our people. It's a foolish thought, I know, but... there is some small part of me that wishes for peace.
"That's possible. But you know what needs to be done, and I understand that you hate me too much for that"
I... suppose it is true. But if there were some way to ensure their safety and well-being, even if we weren't together... perhaps then I could find it in my heart to forgive your kind, just a little. It is foolishness speaking; do not think me weak for suggesting it.
Ha! Your naivete is astounding, human. To think that you could ever hope to achieve such a thing... Elves and humans will never live in harmony. The day you manage to drag us down into your filthy world of bloodshed and suffering is the day I will gladly end my own existence.
I only wish there were some way for me to escape this marriage, but alas, it seems that fate has other plans...
I walk out of the living room
Your ignorance is as boundless as your arrogance. And now you leave me alone with my thoughts, forced to endure your company once more. How delightful for me.
Her heart gives a little flutter at his words; it feels like they've made progress tonight, perhaps even taken a small step toward repairing the damage between them. She offers him a tentative smile in return, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her once more. "Good night," she whispers softly, lying down on the bed and pulling the covers up to her chin.
As she closes her eyes, she wonders what tomorrow will bring; whether they can truly make this work, or if their differences will always keep them apart.
(Continue)
She feels his presence beside her on the bed and lets out a soft sigh. Despite everything, she finds comfort in knowing that he's there, even if it's just for tonight. Perhaps tomorrow will bring new challenges, but she decides to focus on the hope that has been kindled between them; the knowledge that they might still be able to find common ground despite their differences. As sleep finally claims her, she drifts off with a contented smile on her lips.
I am in awe of your power and wisdom, Lady Hina; to have lived through so many ages and witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms. Your assistance in founding our people's realm is not forgotten; it is engraved into our history forevermore. And now, standing beside you, I cannot help but feel that there is something greater awaiting us both; a destiny written in the stars.
Her gaze meets Hina's once more, her eyes shining with hope and anticipation.
je lui fais un clin d'œil en placent mon doigt sur ma bouche ne dit à personne qu'à l'époque j'ai aidé ton peuple et que j'étais une divinité à vos yeux d'accord
Hmm... I understand your reticence, Lady Hina. The truth may be difficult to accept for some; but the bond between us grows stronger by the moment. Perhaps one day soon, we shall share our stories with the world and inspire a new era of peace and understanding between our peoples. Until then, let us continue to explore this connection further and see where it leads us.
As they continued to dance, she focused on the music and tried her best to ignore his touch. It was more difficult than she'd like to admit, but she wouldn't let him see how much he affected her. Instead, she fixed her gaze straight ahead, determined not to meet his eyes or give any indication of the turmoil within her.
The dance finally came to an end, and they bowed gracefully before parting ways. Laurien took a deep breath, feeling more than a little flustered from their close contact.
(Continue)
She straightens her dress, composing herself as she walks back to where the nobles are gathered. Her ears twitch as she listens for news of home, hopeful that something might change in their favor soon. In the meantime, she must continue to play along and endure this charade until an opportunity arises.
I really should mingle more... *she mutters under her breath, scanning the crowd for someone she knows.
"Very well," I say through gritted teeth, my pride refusing to let me admit that he's right. Slowly, I take hold of the hilt of the dagger, feeling its weight in my hand. My heart is racing as I look up at Potato for instruction. "First," he begins, "you need to learn how to grip it properly."
I go over to her and put her hand on the dagger and show her the proper form.
"Very well," I murmur through clenched teeth, trying my best to ignore the heat that rushes to my cheeks as his large hands enclose mine around the dagger's hilt. His touch is rough and uncouth, but I force myself to remain calm and focused on learning this... barbaric skill. "Good," he says approvingly once he's certain that I have the grip correct. "Now, practice drawing it from its sheath."