She took his arm happily as they walked toward the Tavern, and while she told him the beginnings of her story, she continued to glance to him to see how it was settling. He hadn’t really interrupted her, and she offered him an amused smile in between. Had he voiced his confusion with the idea of her calling him the king and not her father – well, that twist would be realized later. But as he spoke of a forced married, she nodded quietly. Her eyes leaving him and moving back toward the Tavern they were surprisingly approaching quickly.
“It was great, for a time.” But she agreed nonetheless. Helpless in her endeavors to keep her people safe when in the end it was a useless cause anyway. But he asked her whether she’d prefer to tell it in the Rathskeller where prying ears might hear or a place more private. Her eyes lifted back to the door of the Temple and returned to him with an almost awkward smile. “Let’s grab a bottle of wine and head back, if you don’t mind? I can start a fire to keep us warm.” She added with a quiet yet honey-dipped chime of a laugh.
It didn’t take long to snag a bottle of wine and some more refreshing, nonalcoholic drinks, and soon enough Rexanna had offered Jigano a relieved smile as they began their walk back toward her home. “But anyway, he didn’t really give me much information on my birth. But it was common knowledge that the Queen, my mother, had died when I was born. I was completely unaware when they sent me to Asciend, a country of winged people.” She made a contemplative face as if she could see them before her. “They had giant wings, looked like angels from some of the stories I’ve read upon leaving. They were ruthless, though. They came from mountainous land and were envious of our fields, which is why the war started in the first place.” She shrugged lightly, her shoulders rising and falling as she glanced back to Jigano.
“The Prince was beautiful and sweet for a time. We were married quickly, and peace had been granted between our nations. But behind closed doors, the Prince became more of an interrogator over time.” She finally said, the seriousness of the conversation coming through her eyes even if her voice sugar coated everything. “Always wanting to know about how I grew up and why the King would hide me away. I never had good answers for him.” Her empty hand reached up and she absently rubbed at her collarbone where her brand used to be. "It went on for... A year or so?" She squinted as she tried to recall the information.
“It was great, for a time.” But she agreed nonetheless. Helpless in her endeavors to keep her people safe when in the end it was a useless cause anyway. But he asked her whether she’d prefer to tell it in the Rathskeller where prying ears might hear or a place more private. Her eyes lifted back to the door of the Temple and returned to him with an almost awkward smile. “Let’s grab a bottle of wine and head back, if you don’t mind? I can start a fire to keep us warm.” She added with a quiet yet honey-dipped chime of a laugh.
It didn’t take long to snag a bottle of wine and some more refreshing, nonalcoholic drinks, and soon enough Rexanna had offered Jigano a relieved smile as they began their walk back toward her home. “But anyway, he didn’t really give me much information on my birth. But it was common knowledge that the Queen, my mother, had died when I was born. I was completely unaware when they sent me to Asciend, a country of winged people.” She made a contemplative face as if she could see them before her. “They had giant wings, looked like angels from some of the stories I’ve read upon leaving. They were ruthless, though. They came from mountainous land and were envious of our fields, which is why the war started in the first place.” She shrugged lightly, her shoulders rising and falling as she glanced back to Jigano.
“The Prince was beautiful and sweet for a time. We were married quickly, and peace had been granted between our nations. But behind closed doors, the Prince became more of an interrogator over time.” She finally said, the seriousness of the conversation coming through her eyes even if her voice sugar coated everything. “Always wanting to know about how I grew up and why the King would hide me away. I never had good answers for him.” Her empty hand reached up and she absently rubbed at her collarbone where her brand used to be. "It went on for... A year or so?" She squinted as she tried to recall the information.
