crokas has come to learn two things: 1) ead is a bodyguard, like himself, and 2) that a “bodyguard” is a lame excuse to distance oneself from any emotional attachment, regardless what the heart says otherwise. crokas understands these two new companions hold a relationship vastly different from him and his boss / a mother who refuses to call him—who nursed and raised him as her own since he was an egg—her child. but a part of him can’t help but worry the other may be taken advantage of…
where the massive white dragonborn would straighten to reveal his full height, lowers slightly, still towering over, to stare at ead. a low, gravelly voice simply asking: “ what do you mean… ” pointing his snout toward the queen. a huff. “ to her? ” / @angerrot .
IT HAD BEEN EIGHT YEARS SPENT IN SUBTERFUGE, living a lie. acting on orders of another to keep the queen safe from harm. though while you miss home there is no regret for the time lost. this task was an important one, or so you were told. life spent as a subordinate, you had fallen easily into the role of ordinary chamberer, though it did never quiet your tongue.
but a new situation had arisen. you had gotten too close. the press of her lips to your cheek still burn / still chase away sleep in favour of memories and of thoughts that cannot be. sabran would not tolerate treachery in her court / a mage even less. had faced down dragons but cower at the idea of what that kiss could have meant. besides, your time with her was running out, the prioress would not maintain her thin patience, you would be demanded back into the fold no matter how important it was that you remain.
your face remains impassive to the questioning, have no succinct or right answer to give him. promoted to lady of the bedchamber / sleeping in the queen's bed, a hard woman to read. a woman in mourning / about to lose her queendom. no time for sensitive conversations. you do not know what she means to you -- let alone the queen's own feelings. your head shakes / clearing thoughts.
❛ nothing. ❜ that's a lie. but a queen, so recently having lost her husband and child, a queen that is meant to carry on a bloodline to save her people cannot be seen in intimate company with someone like you. meekness does not suit you, but you duck your head all the same. ❛ i serve her, that is all. ❜