balls are {not} fun... (Fae)

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

"Agreed," Fae murmured. "What would you like to talk about? Maybe if I appear to be speaking to a young, handsome man, my parents won't force me to interact with some man after my hand."

[echolight4eva]

Theon chuckled quietly. "Are they going to try to force you to marry?" he asked.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Fae made a sound of displeasure. "You would think, wouldn't you? They seem to prefer forcing noblemen to seek my hand rather than giving it. I think it brings them entertainment... or something." Or maybe her father just wanted to torture her in a new way. That was possible, too.

[echolight4eva]

Theon raised an eyebrow. "That's odd," he said. "I wonder why it would be that way."

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

"I have a few ideas," Fae murmured. None that she wanted to share with anyone. Although, if she was going to share it, it would probably be to a stranger who wouldn't care one bit.

[echolight4eva]

He understood her tone and simply contented himself with nodding. "So, what else could we talk about?"

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Fae stole a glance at him and gave a somewhat wicked and seductive smile. "We could not talk," she said. She might act ladylike and perfect, but deep inside her she still retained her rebellious nature, ready to get back at her father in any way possible. Getting involved with a disgraced noble would anger him... but perhaps not so much as her falling in love with a skaa.

[echolight4eva]

His eyebrow raised and he gave a small smile. "Is that such a good idea?" Not that he would mind, of course.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Faeldrin shrugged. "Probably not. I can't honestly say I care right now." She gave him an expectant look. "So?"

[echolight4eva]

"Very well," he said, surprising even himself. "Follow me. I don't live here, but we can go to my old room." He led the way out of the ballroom- nobody would notice them- and out into the hallway, up some stairs, and down a long corridor before reaching his old bedroom. Inside, it was still impeccably clean but didn't look lived in. He turned and looked at her expectantly. "So?"

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Fae peered inside, feeling a flutter of uncertainty. After a moment, she scolded herself silently and straightened her back before strolling inside. A few feet into the room, she turned to face him, forcing out a smile. She wasn't sure she liked him, but she knew her father wouldn't. Even if he never found out, this act of betraying him brought her some imagined feeling of power.

[echolight4eva]

He approached her slowly, his stride light and like that of a cat. He touched her face with the slightness of a butterfly's wing. "You're sure about this?"

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Faeldrin reached up and caught his hand in a first grasp. "Only if I'm in control," she told him. An unusual thing for a woman to request, but then none of this was really 'usual.'

[echolight4eva]

He hesitated, all too aware of his obsession with control. But it had been a long time since he'd been with a woman, so he dipped his head. "Very well. You are in complete control."

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Fae searched his eyes for a moment before nodding, accepting his promise. Then she stepped forward and threw herself against him, kissing him with an almost desperate manner. She'd kissed men before, many times, but she hadn't kissed like this since her love had died. She never thought she would, but even she had to admit it felt good to let go.