@royalreef said: She hardly moves. That's the first real sign that something's off - whereas she might be animated with her friends, lifting her fins and moving them and swishing her tail from side to side, with him, with this... She's still. It's a strange thing. Uncannily relaxed, lazily observing him with a quiet judgement of a lion in the shade, but... It's still not right. A tension. A different kind of hyperawareness that burns behind her eyes like a reminder of just how dangerous she could really be. A distant, strange thing, not showing its hand, but sharp and deadly and cold as a knife's edge all the same.
"Your Grace - while I am keen to see to my duties, as anyone should of such a proud title as our own, I should recommend you sway your hand of these matters." Cold. A cold, cold tune in her breath, spoken with lifts of her lips that leave her teeth gleaming in her wake. "I do not discourage you from your efforts, but I do state that this is... neutral ground, as it were, to my people.
If you wish to seek my hand, I assure you, you have your chance in areas where the full formalities are present. To bring it here would have unforseen consequences, the likes of which neither of us would do good to face.
There is a purpose and a direct mannerism which preserves what happens at this school, and so I recommend you adjust to it as I have. I do trust that someone such as yourself would have no difficulty in meeting that minor of a task in such a small place, and so I wholly recommend you loosen your shoulders and leave things in all of their proper places. There is a time and place for everything. It is just not here, and not now."
Later, Miranda might realize how strange it felt, to be properly using Courtspeak again. But alas. That would have to come later, when she fully felt in control of her own bones and not slipped into the bitter home that welcomed her back with the numbness of shock.
*•.¸♥ ∞ “ Hm ...? Oh. ” Slow and uninterested blinks with half lidded eyes and a pursed frown. He had been running through the formulas of some complicated theoretics of advanced math homework on hand all done with a pom-pom pink glitter gel pen of course.
What was this on about? Her hand in marriage? Quaint, but for once, not on his mind at the moment. His personality had shifted from the bubbling and in-your-face persona to subtle grace posed thoughtfully over other things of matter. He had two faces and this one was calmer in sway that held a graceful note of arrogance.
“ No, no. Not at this moment. ” Oh right, it did dawn on him he was being too casual with royalty and he clears his throat with a corrective cough. “ Apologies. What I mean your Highness is that I have moved my proposal to our courts. I am absolutely interested in your lovely hand and I have all the pedigree, assets, military prowess, economics and the what haves. I am fairly confident in being a top suitor of choice and of course I’ll be touching base with your courts for these sorts of proceedings as do they go. Naturally.
My romanticizing was of course just a informality in hopes to make things more natural and I still enjoy your company in this informal space. I do hope we may remain acquaintances until official matrimony should our kingdoms decide it appropriate. ”
The very formal ‘courtspeak’ was a common inflection he was very use too. Seems like this was not just something of his own home dimension,
And now that he broke out the formalities he returns to a bright smile and a ho-hum.
“ Don’t get me wrong my dear Miranda! I am absolutely charmed by you naturally and I am very content to keep pursuing hands with all my enthusiasm! But once that’s exhausted or deflected to such a point it goes to the courts so we can concentrate on informalities such as school shenanigans! Crowns are awfully heavy after all. ”
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