04-23-2012, 02:31 PM
Isaac was having a grand old time. Never before had he been to the south. Granted, it's not like he wouldn't have traveled here. However, being the handy stable man for the finest princess in the world, the princess of the north, Isaac didn't have much of a choice as to stay in the northern countries. Despite being a prisoner (well, prisoner-like), he didn't really mind, as the northern lifestyle was more wild and free than the uptight southern ways.
Pacing back and forth, the male began to wonder if he could make a trench with all his pacing. It would be a fun experiment to try out. Too bad he feared getting thrown from the nation for being a "destroyer of all that is symmetrical and perfect." Thinking such dreary thoughts brought a small scowl on his face, but that was quickly whisked away when a beautifully plain woman approached him.
Smile on his face, he leaned into the lass as she whispered into his ear.
Apparently, according to her, there was a party happening that evening and he was invited. Go figure. Ladies always loved a man covered in horse crap. Oh, wait. No, they loved the handy men that were just as strong as a knight but without the armor and the stiff personality.
Isaac was tempted to accept the offer, but he knew his primary focus in this foreign world was to keep the princess' fine stallions safe and happy. Declining the invitation, he turned his head up toward the room where his beloved lady was staying. Had he been moments faster, he might have caught a glimpse of the fair lady. But, alas, he missed his opportunity to see her up-do and elegant clothing.
Having nothing to do, Isaac walked to where the princess' prized horse stood. Pulling a brush from his pouch, the twenty-two year old made the most of his time and went to work. There was no point delaying the inevitable. Sooner or later, he would have to wash and brush the horses. Why not get a head start now?
When the rapping sounds of someone knocking at her door echoed into her room, Carrie frowned. The night's fun was officially over. She was going to get thrown from the place… in the nude.
Looking at the handsome raven at her side, Carrie offered up another kiss before rolling from the bed. Half-skipping, half-dancing, she moved toward her pile of clothes. But, before she could even don herself in undergarments, the servants walked in.
"I assume you've brought my dress?" she asked in a rather nonchalant tone.
One of the ladies nodded yes while the other gawked at the dreamy man propped up in the bed. Giving him a little wave, she blushed before the older woman beside her stomped on her foot. "Oh, yes," she squeaked out.
"Ah, good." Flicking her eyes to her entertainment for the evening, she tossed his clothing toward the bed. "I'm afraid you'll have to leave now. Thanks for the good time, handsome."
Being a decent man, he pulled his clothes on while still covered by the silky sheets. Pants in place, he peeled from the bed and reached for his shirt that was laying across the nearby lamp.
"Miss. Ladies," he said bowing before leaving.
Hands going to her hips, Carrie glared at the women that ruined her morning. "Better be the pretties dress as I'll have to find a new partner for tonight since you scared Sir Jackson away."
With the conversation running dry, Carrie spent the remained of the time silent. For the most part, the ladies were quiet, too, that was until the older one commented that Carrie was needed by the Her Grace.
"Oh goody! Ay-ay needs my help! Tch, told you ladies that my opinion matter most!"
Flying out the door, the woman huffed and puffed her way toward her closest friend and unbiological sister (Carrie, at times, refers to her friend as sis or sissy). When she was finally at the door that contained her lady, Carrie brushed her bangs from her eyes and held her breath. She wanted the moment to really sink in and be wondrous.
Doors opening, Carrie stepped into the door frame but froze there when her eyes landed on the sparkling princess. Jaw ajar and eyes lighting up like the moon, Carrie's smile continued to widen with awe and excitement. Butterflies now danced about her tummy and her heart raced faster than usual.
"Ay-ay. You look… breathtaking. This look… it just… it makes you look so… princess-like." A wink followed immediately after her comment because she knew that, at times, Ayra wished that she was anything but a princess.
Practically getting toppled by the young girl, Nathaniel's powdery blue eyes rolled about, all of which was in plain view of the queen. As the doors tried to swing close, Nathaniel pulled a hand from his pocket, propping it open just wide enough for his slender frame to slip through.
"Your Highness, you summoned me?" A somewhat devious look shifted onto his face. Nathaniel knew all too well that the queen was going to do something downright devious as it was just plastered on her face. Besides, she had called him forth. He, although one of the prince's soldiers, was completely loyal to the queen.
Head to toe, Nathaniel was a fine looking specimen. His blue eyes shined brighter than the blue sky and the sparkled like the tinkle that lingers in the eyes of lovers. His slender, pale lips were always so kiss-worthy and his clean-shaven face always beard a look of mystery, which drew the ladies in. Soft and silky dark brown hair topped off his physical look. When donned with his guardian core attire, Nathaniel looked almost like he should have been a model or, perhaps, a sex slave. But, alas, his soldier uniform was what kept him from falling to the entertainment realm and class.
Stopping before the queen, Nathaniel placed his hand on the hilt of his sword while the other hand flicked his cloak from his body. "What shall my bidding be today, my Lady." Again, that smirk of his was worn plainly on his face, making him look charmingly handsome.
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