Broken Butterflies

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Phaedra Demos

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Broken Butterflies
« on: May 31, 2018, 09:32:03 AM »

The store was quiet. Something she appreciated more than the shop keeper could know. The books were a little dusty in some section and a floorboard or two creaked but Phae knew the place was well loved. Even well taken care of for all the dust here and there. She was amused to think that perhaps the dust was an added effect, it didn't fall right, and she had to ask the keeper if he'd gotten a black widow to spin him an illusion. A long finger trailed across some of the titles.

She had no idea what she was looking for, something fun and upbeat. Fiction of course. But what kind? She needed something to take her mind of her current state of affairs. Of her current occupation. Occupation. What a joke. Territory Queen of Dharo. In name only, her family matriarch and the Areopagus with far to many hands in the pie for Phae to truly do anything. It annoyed her, made her want to tear things and scream but she never would. Can't make waves. Mustn't make a scene. Things her mentor had taught her, things that Phae should never have allowed to fester inside her. Aw well the damage was already done.

She picked up a particularly dusty book and the answer to her question was answered. It was an illusion and a rather good one. She grinned with some akin to childish delight and placed the book back. Not what she was looking for. She continued to look until she found just the thing. A story about a Dea al Mon. A terrible and wonderful Queen. A love story and a mystery. This would take her mind off her duties, duties fit for a queen that didn't rule. She moved to the counter with said book in her hand, a soft smile on her face in anticipation for reading it.

"No charge," the man at the counter said with a shake of his head and hand. "You can't possibly be serious?" she asked incredulous, "Just tell me how much and I've money to pay you." "No charge, little queen," he said again, using what he knew and Phae nearly threw up her hands in exasperation. No charge. No charge! What did he think she would do if he didn't charge her? "You will tell me the price, right now my good sir, and I will give you the marks for this book," she demanded, thumping a finger against the fine leather backed cover.

She was so intent on her argument with the store owner, so intent on throwing money at the man she didn't hear the other person enter the store. The bickering about price drowned out the footsteps as they stepped in behind her but Phae felt them nonetheless and froze up solid.

Damnation.

Ozias Rosi

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #1 on: June 08, 2018, 06:27:00 AM »

Ozias wasn’t even going to ask why her escort was waiting on the street. At least not now, the look he gave the other male promised such questions would come later, however. Among other things, like a good solid upbraiding. And maybe a demotion. Or three. Eighth Circle was a very good place for idiots who let queens wander shops on their own.

A touch of craft stilled the little bell above the door. Nothing stopped the disproving twitch of Ozias’ lips however. So much dust! He found nothing quaint or whimsical about the filth. The woman at the counter didn’t seem to mind however. Oblivious to everything but the very heated argument she was having. In public. With a shop keeper. And her escort unwitting or uncaring.

It gave him a headache.

”Lady Demos,” Ozias spoke quietly near her shoulder. Tone carefully neutral. ”Do allow the good shopkeep to honor his queen. I am sure it is of great pride for him to gift you the...” He glanced at the title, still his face for the benefit of appearance. ”..book.” He would speak with her about purchasing such things. Better to send a maid to buy such trash than have it linked to her name.

Quite done lurking, Ozias moved around to stand beside his queen. It was much easier to give her one of his quelling looks from there. He tapped her privately along the Rose. *You insult his pride, lady and do him no justice this way.* He wondered, sometimes, at the choice made for this new queen. There were not many to choose from, but surely they could have chosen someone who knew how to play the part in public, at the very least.

Ozias’ eyebrow twitched at the corner, waiting for her to decide. It was apparent, now, that he was going to have to pay more attention to Lady Demos than he did her troops.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #2 on: June 08, 2018, 10:22:04 AM »

Even though she'd known someone was behind her, Phae still jumped a mile into the sky when Ozias spoke in her ear. That man had a habit of sneaking up on her and it was annoying. She did have a flash of pleasure at the feel of his disapproval coating her mind. It was going to be a lovely book and she wouldn't regret purchasing it. If the shop keeper and her Master of the Guard would have let her. She sighed quietly. No need for a scene, it was much easier to just give in. "Alright," she glanced, dark eyes sparking with left over temper, at the shop keeper, "Thank you for the gift, kind sir."

She lowered her lashes so he couldn't see the sudden darkening of those very same eyes. She just had to have people within her triangle not of the Demos family. But she just couldn't trust anyone with the last name Demos. Not even her own brothers apparently. She started lightly when he tapped her on the rose. *I only wanted to give him what he earned* she told him with a sweet smile on her face for the shop keeper. Even if she wanted to snarl at the man beside her.

Phae made a mental note to ensure that there was some kind of recompense for the shopkeeper. Maybe she could find a Black Widow to give him a better illusion. Something more charming and better suited for an antique feel than simply dust on the shelves. Smile changed subtly, different and full of temper. She kept that smile, that oh so sharp smile, plastered on her face as she looked at Ozias, "Shall we then?"

She didn't particularly wait for him to follow, though she did slow her steps enough so it didn't appear she was fleeing him, and smiled at the escort who waited outside. The poor dear had the most pained look upon his face and Phaedra felt a wash of compassion for him. Placing a hand on his arm, she allowed the gift of her cast to come into play and she could feel the calm come over him. He was a good sort. "Thank you for waiting, Daniel," she gave him a smile and turned to Ozias, regarding him with an unreadable face.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked and nearly grimaced at the simpering tone. She wasn't strong, she knew it and she also knew that she tended to be a doormat when it came to other people, but she always hated that tone of voice when she was afraid of repercussions. "I just wanted a book," she explained, "And none at the mansion were mine.... I just wanted something new..." She trailed off. She would not cry. Not in front of her escort or the shop keeper who she knew was looking through his window pane. And she would not cry on the street.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #3 on: June 09, 2018, 09:25:22 PM »

Ozias waited patiently, sure in the way a right man is sure, that Lady Demos would do the proper thing. The right thing. Which was, of course, what Ozias wanted her to do. The thing which he’d told her to do. Watched as her lips parted on a sigh he could see but not hear. Sensed in it, victory. It curled his lips.

There is was. Ozias refrained from nodding. Kept his smile small and proper. Demure and accepting, as it should be. Not sure he believed the smile she turned on them, Ozias strengthened the link between them, feeling her tap him back. *He’ll earn more for the honor of serving you.* Fool woman. Any guilt he might have felt for startling her dissipating.

Ozias smiled too. For the shop keeper. Trusted this smile she wore less than the other. She looked much too pleased for a woman who had been thwarted in an attempt to have her way. It left him feeling vaguely uncomfortable. Nodding, he stepped out of her way with a bow. Arm extended but not really offered.

”Of course, lady. After you.” He followed her out of the shop and onto the street. Much less pleased to see her escort than she seemed to be. Poor puppy giving her eyes while she petted away his worries. Ozias swallowed a snort, straightening as she turned toward him. The expression on her face one Ozias couldn’t name. He sent probes out to test her temper.

And then she whined at him. Ozias blinked, fingers checking the cuffs of his jacket.

”Of course not, Lady Demos.” The very idea. Stiffening, Ozias watched her, probes trying to sort out just what had her so worked up. Whinging at him. He didn’t know what to do with that sort of thing. Not from a queen. It was really not proper at all. ”And you have the book, lady.” Ozias soothed. He flicked his fingers at her escort. His presence was too little too late. For now Ozias just wanted him gone. No witness to whatever this was.

”All the books in the mansion are yours, Lady Demos. That is how it works.” As if Ozias knew what it was to serve a territory queen. He had never done so before. But he knew what was right. The way things ought to be. ”But now you have your new book. And the shopkeeper gets to boast about gifting it to you.” She really did know how to ruin a man’s pride. And he did so hope she didn’t cry. Hand patting the air somewhere in her general vicinity.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #4 on: June 10, 2018, 01:55:10 PM »

He probed her. It annoyed her and she couldn't name whether it was the fact he did so or the fact she had no buffer against it that annoyed her the most. Of course there was distinct possibility that her whining tone was what set the annoyance. She hated when she sounded like that, hated the fact that she had learned that behavior in the court of her mentor. She hadn't wanted to make waves in that court, afraid it would come back onto her parents, and as such had allowed the Queen's daughter to walk all over her. An action she had begun to regret mightily. "You've the look of a father about to paddle his wayward child about your face, Lord," she said with considerable cheek. Cheek she hadn't seen in quite some time, "It was only natural that I ask."

She bid her newly relaxed escort to follow along behind her and Ozias. It was within her to tell him to stuff the very book she had wanted in a place the sun didn't shine. A secret grin, come and gone and she glanced at him once more. She didn't want soothing, she wanted understanding but she knew none of these fancy city people would understand. It never stopped her from trying to get them to do so, however. "Of course they are mine, Lord, however they are not mine. Not chosen by me. I don't expect you to understand what that means, nor should you," she had a moments pleasure in knowing the shopkeeper would get much more than boasting about gifting the territory queen.

Tears had long since dried up, Phaedra's own pride wouldn't allow her to cry in front of anyone, much less him. Head went up and she looked quite down her nose at him and sniffed with displeasure. He was still probing her. She was stronger than he was with her uncut opal and Phaedra had no real shield against the probes. She didn't know how to protect against psychic touches. She never could learn, but she could clean the scent out of the room with the best of hearth witches. Wasn't that something to be proud of on a resume for a Queen? Hearth abilities that were cultivated by her mother?

"If you touch me," she said under her breath at his feigned comfort, "You may very well pull back a bloody stump." She moved on, focused and trying her best to ignore him. A beautiful and happy smile for the boy who stood shyly on the sidewalk with a bunch of flowers clutched in his hand. A simple gift for her that reminded her of home. How she missed her home was her thought as she took the offering and smiled her thanks to that handsome little boy.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #5 on: June 16, 2018, 08:08:31 PM »

Annoyance met Ozias’ probes. Not any of the suffering he had expected with that damp eyed look she’d turned on him. Fear that she was about to start crying on his lapels quickly dissipating. Ozias withdrew, consternation creasing his otherwise meticulous face. What she was thinking he couldn’t guess at.

”I would never dream of it, lady.” Aghast that she would suspect him of anything so vulgar. The very idea of laying hands on any queen made him soul sick and nervous. Ozias checked his cuffs, suit perfectly aligned and fitted. Jewels still intact. Warm to the finger brush. ”I -“ What? ”Was simply trying to protect a merchants pride from your overzealous kindness.” Yes. That. And her reputation. As always.

Steps carefully matched to hers, Ozias placed himself to her left. As queen she outranked them, after all. He found her difficult, childish and petulant, but she was still his queen, and Ozias had sworn to serve.

”Is there a reason I should not, lady?” Ozias asked, not at all following her logic. There was no reason he could not be made to understand. Especially if it was important enough to cause her to try and stuff marks directly down a merchant’s throat. Probes testing again, curious why he was not to understand. Curious about the strange expression on her face.

Fine. She did not care for the books of the house. Ozias understood books were particular to tastes. But this strange behavior could not simply be over books. Tried to offer comfort and got snarling in return. Ozias withdrew. Probes and body. Allowing the space between them to lengthen until there could he no accidental touching.

”Yes, lady.” Ozias waited for her pleasure. Standing stiffly withdrawn while she dealt with the youth and his offering. Turned his attention to their surroundings. Perhaps he should look to outside threats than the irrational temper of the kand’s queen. Mother Night save them.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #6 on: June 17, 2018, 07:02:39 PM »

"I didn't think kindness could be overzealous," she sniffed loudly. Kindness was something that had no price. This was something she had come to understand throughout her years of life. Kindness could make a person happy, put a smile on the face of a crying child and create a loyalty in an animal that had previously sought to bite. Kindness could do many things that anger or selfishness couldn't do. She decided that maybe kindness would be a better solution.

She didn't know what she was doing from one moment to the next, her mind was a twist and turn of every emotion she could imagine since she was forced here. She did what she was supposed to do. She used her gifts and craft to make sure Dharo was healthy but she didn't know if she was making any difference. She sighed and glance to her left where protocol forced him.

"You're in your home, Ozias," she began slowly, "Surrounded by your things. Your home. Your own family. Nothing here is mine. Nothing from home. Nothing I was allowed to bring with me." Her voice quieted as she thought of the conditions that brought her here. She was telling the truth and she didn't fight the probes that he touched her with. Let him see her sorrow and loneliness. She no longer cared. She shortened the distanced between them after giving the small boy a mark in thanks. She watched him run away with a smile on his face. He'd tell his friends now and they'd bombard her tomorrow but she didn't mind.

"I apologize, Lord," she told him, "That was badly done of me. But I don't want comfort from someone who does not mean it in truth, especially a touch when a simple word of kindness would do." She schooled her voice to detachment, cooling it and chilling the emotion that always seemed to live there when she was home. She could go within herself, give him the queen he seemed to need her to be instead of the emotional mess she was.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #7 on: June 22, 2018, 06:32:44 AM »

"I suppose you also do not think it could be cruel?" Ozias put to her, a faint flicker at the corner of one eyebrow. As if he would arch it at her had his face not been such the mask of propriety. Perhaps the chiding of a queen was not quite right, but someone had to teach her the way of things. If no one else would, Ozias must. Such naivete for one of such lofty rank. Too old for such ideals, Ozias thought.

Ozias met her gaze, a sardonic twist flitting over his lips.

"So you perceive lady." Ozias made his arm available to her when she came closer, but he did not soften or relax. And while she may have opened herself to his probes, he remained stone. "The court is my home because I serve. I did not move into the palace until after I signed my contract with you." Another man might have been stirred to pity, Ozias saw only what she was missing. Too caught up in her own wants and misery to think.

"We are all new to our places," he reminded her. She was not an island. "This place." Frowning, Ozias adjusted his shoulders. He did not like the bitter draught of her emotions. "And you forget yours, lady. We will send for your things." If they were that important. Perhaps she would feel more settled with familiar things at her side. And Ozias did not like the idea of someone denying his queen. It wasn't done, not unless it was for her own good.

"No need to apologize, lady."
He was not a starry eyed pup to be wounded by her snarling. He looked down at her, eyes as hard and stoic as his expression. "You should be careful in applying disingenuous motives to people." He did not like being called a fraud. Ego chaffed. "It is an unkindness, as is trying to force payment on a merchant who wishes to make his queen a gift." He would see that she understood. Every day a lesson, until she could be a strong queen for Dharo.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #8 on: June 23, 2018, 08:10:53 PM »

"I suppose kindness could be cruel," she mused as she thought over his words, "After all you can feed a horse so much they can no longer walk because they look at you with sad eyes, at least that's what our neighbor at home always said." And with a finality that couldn't be taken back her country bumpkin ways were shown. Phaedra wasn't from the city, far more comfortable in the back waters and fields of home than she ever would be here. Her brow puckered at the twist of his lips and she wondered what had harmed him so much.

She was stronger than he was she remembered and her own probes skirted along his threads. She was met with unyielding stone and ice. She didn't try her calming touch on him, she didn't doubt the action would drive a wedge even further between them. A distance she wasn't all that sure she enjoyed.

She tapped a finger against her lips. Perhaps the ice would thaw just a little if she allowed him to bring something of himself into the palace. "Would you like to bring something of yours to the court?" she ventured. Nothing ventured. Nothing gained. Right? She would make friends with him if it killed her.

"I forget nothing, Prince," she said quietly, "I know exactly what I am." A fraud. A figurehead. Nothing more than a pretty smile and a lovely face. The only differences between herself and a whore at a red moon house was her queenly scent. "Send for your own things, Lord Ozias. Make sure the rest of the court have their own things as well if they don't have their own homes."

She looked at him with surprise. She'd truly thought the comfort and soothing to be faked and not real. "I am no foolish maid to be thankful for the comfort of a handsome man, Prince, when I get the feeling he doesn't really like me," she commented dryly, "But you are correct and again I apologize for offending you." Bugger all the gift of a queen. Why couldn't the merchant just take her money? It would have made everything so much easier had the man accepted it instead of refusing it. She'd never had this much trouble at home.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #9 on: June 28, 2018, 06:10:30 AM »

"Just so." It took him a moment to puzzle out the meaning. He did not know quite so much about horses. He could apply a bit, cinch a saddle, and ride, but he left the feeding mostly to the horses themselves. Or stable boys. "One must be circumspect in their kindness. Especially when their power is the greater." Hers was a childish way to relate to the topic, but any measure of understanding he could get from her, Ozias would take.

Ozias cast a sideways glance at his queen. He did not care for the expression she wore. It was too openly obvious to be devious, but she was plotting some what. And sniffing about his barriers. Ozias wore his emotions carefully, which was not at all, and kept his barriers and inner webs seals.

"I have all I need, lady, thank you." What would he send for? He owned little more than could be carried in his cabinet. Or easily shipped from one place to another. His property belonged to the family, and he was not personally settled enough to have a house of his own. "I will have the others send for anything they may be missing." He did not know what they owned or brought. That was of little consequence or importance to Ozias. So long as it brought no danger or shame to their queen, he couldn't care less.

"If you remember, lady, then you should know none can deny you." Ozias gave her a pointed look. The prince sharp behind his eyes. "Not really, should you press. We will have your things delivered." Should they deny her out of some strange family hierarchy, the would not deny Ozias as part of her triangle. No one could hold the possessions of the territory queen hostage, not without consequence.

Ozias very nearly mirrored her expression of surprise. Eyebrows flinching upward, he slowed his pace down the street. Hands tucked behind his back, he considered her words, and his actions.

"I do not dislike you, lady. You are my queen and I serve quite happily." Since she seemed to need it spoken. Taking his gentle corrections too much to her feeling heart rather than her working one. Ozias would have to teach her better. Had her teachers or mentors never shown her guidance? "I am not at all offended. Please, let us continue." Ozias thought back along the years of his service. He had never served in so high a court, or for so young a queen. In truth he had server one other, only once.

So rare. Both the caste, and the chance at serving. To add the weight of the territory behind the position made it both more and less daunting. Trying to relax, he offered her his arm, ignoring the puppy trailing him.

"If I seem harsh, it is only because I wish to succeed in this endeavor." He told her, the proclamation as solemn as everything else he'd said that day. The tone no lighter or more openhearted. "Would you like a pastry?"

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #10 on: July 05, 2018, 01:16:41 AM »
"You are certain?" she asked with a pucker of a brow, "Anything you want we can bring." Or buy, but she didn't say it out loud. It was incredibly like her to have these moments of compassion. To think of someone else's wants besides her own. She wanted her court to be happy and if giving them things that would make them so, she had no problem doing it. "Please do," she told him, "I want them to feel at home while they serve." Most would be gone within the year, short contracts that only lasted a year or two for most of them. She would have to go over them again to see which would need to be replaced.

He didn't understand her words and Phaedra would not betray what he had given her by telling him just what she was. Queen in name only. She was there to ensure the health of the land and nothing more. Her family wouldn't allow for anything else. But his words gave her courage, a courage she had thought long suppressed and beaten down. She squared her shoulders to tell him firmly, "I would like my things delivered. Can it be done within the week?" All of her things. From books to gowns. She wanted her own things surrounding her.

Her lips pursed in thoughtfulness as she shot him a look from the corner of her eye. Serving happily and liking a queen were two entirely different things. It was a Prince's prerogative to serve a queen. It was almost a necessity for them but they didn't have to like the queen they served. It wasn't assured that they would. "If you say so," she murmured and continued on. Not for the first time since this entire charade had begun, Phaedra wished she'd been allowed to cut her teeth on a district before being thrust to the helm of a territory. She was suddenly afraid she was going to make a muck of it. If she couldn't get herself under control she had no doubt she would.

She was hesitant in taking the arm that was offered, less because it was offered and more because Ozias Rosi, her master of the guard, intimidated her. She found she wholly disliked that feeling. Steeling her spine and slamming her seals tight as a virgin's thighs, Phaedra slid her arm through his and settled her hand against his forearm. She didn't ignore the young guard trailing behind them and waved him farther away. A little more courage and she would have sent him away with a well placed thought along a thread. But she wasn't quite there just yet.

"Then I suppose working together would be the best course of action," she told him just as solemnly. She wanted to succeed. She wanted to be able to kick her family away from her like the rats they were and Phaedra had a feeling she'd never be able to do so alone.  She started lightly at his next words. "I... Yes, I'd like a pastry," she answered with a grin.


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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #11 on: August 04, 2018, 08:56:54 AM »

Ozias had not meant to direct her fussing in his direction, but found himself the sudden center of the queen's attention. He stared at her. Hoped she was not always so fickle.

"Yes lady, I am certain." Ozias assured her, hoping to smooth the pucker from her brow, and deflect her scrutiny elsewhere. He did not need pet and coddled. All he needed Ozias took with him. Worldly possessions neatly fit into his cabinet until a time as he had a house of his own and a family to provide for. "I will see to it." Did not relish checking in with each court member about their personal things.

Perhaps he would set the steward on it.

"I will see to that as well." Ozias bowed at the waist. "If the queen wishes, they will find a way to be sure it does." Something tight at one corner of his mouth when he smiled. He would see she learned that her will was law, so she would not hesitate or ask if a thing could be done. She would learn that it would be done because she said it should be.

And if not, they were all doomed to another upheaval in their leadership. Making them appear weak to their neighbors, and like prey to those who would be enemies.

He did not miss her hesitancy at taking his arms. Felt the pressure of being pushed out, though he did not even try to intrude.  It was like escorting a landen, except all the warnings for him to keep out came from her rather than himself. She did not trust him, he realized. Found it ironic, since he did not trust her either.

"It would be, yes, Lady Demos." They did not need trust for that. Though trust would have made the relationship easier, the teamwork better oiled. Ozias had served those he did not trust before. He could do it again, and perhaps earn hers along the way so she would not fight him so much. Ozias nearly lifted an eyebrow at her grin. Strange woman.

"Then let us get you one, lady." He answered, shepherding her into a bakery with pleasing displays in the window. He'd be sure they were paid, as well.

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #12 on: August 05, 2018, 07:25:20 PM »
It wouldn't really matter to Phaedra whether Ozias thought he didn't need to be pet or coddled, she was queen enough to need to do that for her boyos. She wanted to trust Ozias, the fact that he was her master of the guard should have made that trust first and fore most. It hadn't no matter that he had come highly recommended. There were to many issues with her brother for Phaedra to place her trust implicitly in another male in her life. At least so quickly.

It would need to be learned and she knew that it would take time. She would learn to disregard the intimidation his knowledge brought her. She could only try and she would start now. "Then it will be so. I would like to trust you Prince." Shields loosened just enough for him to taste the truth of her words.

It was a delight that he had unbent enough to ask her if she wanted a pastry. The grin didn't leave her face as the entered the shop where she immediately dropped his arm in a collected rush to look through the cakes and candies on display. She was childlike in her pleasure, eyes sparking with the simple joy of a sugary treat. "Are you going to have one?" she asked as she pointed to a pastry for her self. A cake with a simple frosting.

She smiled her thanks to the baker. *They will be paid this time* she brushed against a rose thread *No matter how they protest*. Her mental voice held no room for argument. She did not want a repeat of the book store incident. She waited patiently for Ozias to decided if he would get himself a pastry, Phaedra's marks already in her hand. She motioned for another pastry from the baker to give to the red faced young guard just inside the door.

Another gentle touch with an opal scented calming spell for the young man as she sent him away with his cake. She shook her head with a small smile. It seemed she wasn't the only one Ozias intimidated. She licked a bit of frosting from her finger as she waited for him to chose. 


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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #13 on: September 03, 2018, 07:40:13 AM »

”You can trust me, lady.” He’d signed a contract to serve her, and serve her Ozias would. If Lady Demos did not recognize or appreciate his service there was little he could or would do to correct her flawed thinking. He would keep serving, as he’d sworn to. And teach her along the way how to be a queen instead of a girl.

Girl. Which is just what she was. Dashing into the shop and all but pressing her face to the displays. Ozias inhaled, nostrils pinching tight before he exhaled. This was their territory queen? Surely they were doomed.

”No thank you, lady.” Cakes and dainties were of no interest to him. All that sugar and cream gave him a headache. His hands slipped behind his back, fingers circling one wrist. He appeared relaxed, waiting on his lady’s pleasure. Or as relaxed as any prince on guard could be. Eyes following his queen, Ozias’ chin dipped.

*As you wish, lady.* He would not argue the point with her. Not here, not over a pastry. It would probably be counter productive, since he’d been trying to steel her backbone on the street. He could let her practice it on himself. She seemed quite pleased with herself, picking a cake out for her other escort before sending him off. Ozias made sure he did not wander far. Two pairs of eyes were better than one.

”Would you like to sit, lady Demos?” He gestured to a table that would give him the best vantage point to watch over her. She was probably due for a rest in any event. He doubted the puppy outside possessed enough gumption to get her to do so.

Phaedra Demos

    Rose to Opal
  • Queen
  • Played By: Jenn

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Re: Broken Butterflies
« Reply #14 on: September 08, 2018, 04:32:06 PM »
He gave her the feeling she'd done something wrong. Again. She hadn't missed the sharp intake of breath as she'd rushed towards the display of pastries. She had chosen to ignore it. Chose to ignore the feeling of failure it had given her. Chose to ignore that she was not a right and true queen. Her own chin dipped when he gave her his agreement along the rose distaff. She refused to allow it to hurt her tender feelings.

Phaedra would try to play the part she had been given. She would try to be the queen that he obviously wanted, even if it meant being untrue to herself. She knew she was unorthodox, knew that her people pleasing had gotten her in more trouble than it was worth, and she knew that eventually she would get burned along the way because of it. But she would try to please her Master of the Guard as best she could. Let him teach her what he wanted in a queen. Maybe she would come out all the stronger for it.

"Please," she answered and moved to the table subdued and quiet. Hand lifted the pastry to her mouth to take a bite and tongue darted out to lick away the frosting left behind. She waited for him to join her, nibbling away at the pastry and feeling all the more out of place than she had moments before. She tried to think of something to say, to do, that would not bring that sharp disapproval about the air.

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him what he did for fun but Phaedra had the distinct impression that Ozias did nothing for fun. "You will teach me how to be a queen?" she asked instead, "The things I obviously have not learned?" She couldn't fault the woman she had trained under, that queen had not wanted her and Phaedra had no illusions that she would be chosen to succeed her so Phae had done her best to get by. Allowed herself to be used as a rug to step on and gone home to her gardens.
 

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