With his starting steps, she too began to follow by his side. The more concerned of the royal guards, whomb seemed to be one of his more trusted men, stepped away, as she walked with this dark lord of the night.
Her hand was warm in his, yet it wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't distracting, nor did it feel like her heat was battling with his lack of. Simply put, her hand gently brought life back to his never living hand.
Her eyes focused solely on the two long shadows, casted by the flickering of the torch light behind them. When out of the corner of her eye, a rose took her attention. Full and perfectly round, it's powder pink pedals were a sheer contrast to the man before her. "Amelia.... " she whispered, studying the flowers more before turning her head to him.
"Do you like beautiful things?" There was no mistake, he was a beautiful creature himself, however he didn't let it soften hits image. At least to what she saw. No one had yet to dare question him, nor step in his way. He was confident with every movement, and Alina could yet figure out why. However she really need not care. There was only one worry on her mind. "...is there really going to be food inside?" She asked as her stomach made a hallowing noise
Tenderly he takes her hand in his own. Her skin is soft against his cool pale palm. Guiding her closely to his side, he takes a few steps forward and onto the path once again. The guard moves to the side respectfully. Just a few feet away the cold castle wall reflects the silver moonlight. High up the rampart wall are windows with soft yellow light filtering out of the lace curtains. He could see shadows dancing in the light and this makes him think of where he would put her. He starts toward the castle with grace, each step is confident and deliberate. Holding her hand in his right, he pauses to look to the guard on his left.
Once more he passes his beautiful flowers. The large blooming petals of the pink flowers and the dark green leaves are comforting in the garden. He hopes that the girl at his side finds the large perfect flowers calming, stunning, and something that she would love seeing. Maybe the fairytale-like garden would be a play place for the girl.
"Tell me, what is your name?" He asks suddenly looking at her. He walks slowly for her to keep up easily. Behind them, the guard falls into step with them, the torch he carries crackles slightly and casts warm shadows in front of them so they can see. He holds the torch high.
The young girl kept hold of the fruits tightly in her hands. Suddenly the dark tall figure moved his face slightly into the light. His hair matched his attire. Silver cords and pendents graced themselves over his robes. His skin gleamed in the moonlight, contrast to his stunningly dark eyes. He smirked at her as the bellowing of the gate rang through the air. Unable to comprehend his first sentences to her, she froze once his guards came through the small orchard of fruit trees. "....you're highness?" She whispered to herself before dropping what she had from the bundle of her sleeves. Slowly she turned back to the young man before her. His features now just a bit softer, and his hand gracefully held out to her. Alina looked back through the gate. He had offered her food, and a fire to sit by. Much more than the cold wet standing of the village alley ways. The young girl looked to the guard before bringing her attention back to his majesty. "Alright" she softly spoke taking hold of his hand, feeling a heavy ring slid across her palm. "I'll come with you." Alina finally spoke, this time directly to him. Stepping into the light, she finally showed herself. Deep brown eyes and hair, tangled from wind and sleep. Flushed cheeks and large eyes accompanied surprisingly soft skin for being slave to the elements.
He could tell she was lying, that a part of her robes buldged with the fruit she had already gathered. He listened now to her age, she sounded young. More questions crept their way into his mind, he wanted to know so much. The leaves cracked when she moved away, fear seemed to rule her actions. Smiking softly and tilting his head toward the light so she could see his face, he placed a carefully constructed warm look onto his cold features.
"Please," he reaches out toward her, offering her a hand and stepping forward. "Come inside and warm yourself by the fire. Have a pastry or two, on my behalf." He coaxed, something about the girl, perhaps the way she moved away and didn't recongize his face, called to the man. When her back hit the iron gate behind her, the heavens echoed with the thunderous noise. The loud clang called attention to the guards, the warm glow of a torch appearded on the path and an nervous guard called out to the king.
"Your highness? Are you in good health?" Drych was tempted to tell him to stay away, but he wanted the light so he could see more of the girl.
"Yes, quite so. Carefully, you'll frighten her further." He answers the guard as the gold clad man walks around the corner. His armor, a mix or leather and gold crested with jewels was the offical armor of the empire. Without turning his attention to the guard, he remains still. Waiting for the girl to respond to him.
"I will feed you, I will not harm you. Come inside and we can talk where it is warm and you have a full stomach."
Hearing a voice from beside her, the young girl froze. Her small hand still hung in the air, aiming for the fruit she was about to take. "Um..." she whispered looking up to the tree than back to the the mysterious man in front of her. As he moved closer she stepped back making a crackling in the leaves. "I....I'm sorry, I'm not hungry, I'm actually just making sure that all the fruits are in line " She smiled softly patting the fig from the blossoming fig tree.
The figure however didn't stop moving. Aso she backed up her back hit the cold iron bars of the cast iron gate, casting an echo throughout the empty yard. WhenThe young man finally stopped and she could finally get a view of his eyes she held still. It was one of the only features she could see from behind his think blackened hair.
His robes were well fitted, made with some of the most expensive of materials. His eyes sparkled bright and his skin clear as the moon. He obviously wasn't just a servant, and had some sort of title.
"I can leave....." the doe eyed girl rose her head to show her face. "I didn't mean to lie earlier, I didn't know who you were...."
Soft pink roses bloom at his feet, their tender pink petals reach out to grip the last bit of the sun. The deep purple sky above him is what some would call a perfect end to a very busy day. His castle walls are black against the darkened sky and the air around him is silent. The sound of the still calm night is almost deafening. As he is moving from his pink roses toward his darker more colorful blooming flowers, he hears it. The dull thick sound draws his attention. The sound is of a young heart, which is unusual so close to the outside walls. Curiously he follows the walkway around toward the large gates. Lining the outer walls are fruit trees, they bare several different types of nuts or fruit, it isn't uncommon for the guards to find beggars stealing nuts or fruit from the trees.
Tilting his head to the side, he moves closer. There he could see a tiny figure wrapped in robes. He couldn't see whether the figure was male or female, but he could see that the figure was swimming in the robes it wore. The robes themselves were outdated servants' robes. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he waits for the figure to notice him or for the figure to take what they need. Small hands peak out form under the robes.
"Are you hungry?" He questions the mass of robes. Taking his pale hand, he runs it through his thick straight black hair. The long strands flick across his back and around his shoulders. The setting sun casts a shadow on his angular face, his narrow eyes are more daunting than in normal candle light. His ear are hidden by his long bangs and his lips are full and pale pink, almost the same shade as the roses. Venturing forward toward the figure, he strides boldly.
"Let me see who you are." He tells the figure simply as he moves closer.
The sky was a deep purple. The sun was just now setting. Many of the towns merchantso had begun to pack up for the day. The young girl had waited too long to grab the extras that many sellers put to the side of their carts for a lower price. However, many seemed to catch onto the fact they were missing produce and held their products closer within sight.
It had been a full day without food, and she gone the day before with only one small meal. The young girl couldn't stand the feeling of a burning, twisting hole in her stomach any longer. Something had to be done. With the sun almost fully set, she wrapped herself in old robes, that of which a maid or servant would have worn some years ago. Though they were obviously too big, it would have to do.
Close to the palace gates stands the kingdoms gardens. Rich and lush, full of fruits, and other eddibles. If she could just get close enough, she could squeeze through the bars and pick what she needed. Surly no one would be out in the gardens when there wasn't much light to see.
Making her way to the gate she stopped a short while to listen. The only sound was that of the slight breeze that blew past her. It was strange, not even crickets, bugs known to frequent the area, made a sound near where she sat. Carefully she pressed herself through the bars, into rows of fig trees. "Okay....just pick what you need and be off" she whispered to herself reaching for what she desired.
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