Tuesday 26 May 2015

Mischief - Part 9

Malora walks into the dining hall whilst the feast was already in progress. She could see the King sitting in the middle of the u-shaped table talking to the guests by his side. In quite an animated manner as well which causes Mal to giggle.

The music still carried on playing. The people continued to dance. And the echolalia in the room was as deafening as expected. Contrary to popular belief, time did not stop when Mal walked into the hall.

As she was scanning the room, looking for her silent conspirator, she felt a tap on her shoulder, which causes her body to be covered in goosebumps. Before she turned around, she already had an idea of who it was.

"May I have this dance?" Prince Arizel asks her with a smile on his face.

As much as she wanted to tell him to go jump in a pile of shit, she smiles sweetly in return and graciously accepted.

He placed his left hand on her waist and takes her other in his hand. They moved together in what could be akin to a fast waltz of today. Surrounded by swirls of silk and polished leather gliding across the floor.

"So how do you like it here, mi Lady?"

"I think that this is a charming kingdom with really lovely people but you must know that. I mean, having lived here all your life I imagine."

He smirks, "I guess you could say that. Still, with such a small kingdom, one tires of the people around here quickly. Same faces and all."

Mal laughs, "Surely, there is comfort in the familiar, Prince Arizel?"

"There is comfort indeed but what I'm seeking... is excitement," he replies with a sly look. She can feel his hand slowly sliding downwards.

Just at that moment, the other prince stepped in, "Hello, mind if I cut in?"

Arizel's face clearly displayed how annoyed he really was but he stepped aside, "Why of course cousin. She is yours after all."

"I am no one's! You pervy prince" Mal thought to herself.

As soon as Arizel left and they were dancing once again, Mal smiled at Riverqo, "Thanks for coming to the rescue..."

His hand is firm but gentle as he places it carefully around her waist. As if she were a treasure that he was protecting.

"I would've stepped in earlier but I didn't want to trigger any sot of gossip", he replies jokingly.

"Ah yes, I forgot that the royal court is plagued which such things".

He looks into her eyes as they circle around the room, "You look magnificent"

She did her best not to blush but a smile did form upon her lips.

"Thank you Rivie. How kind of you to say that."

He pulls her in closer as they dance, "It has nothing do with kindness. I was merely telling you the truth."

It was then that the band finishes the song and so they too halted their dancing. They slowly break away from each other. Him looking at her intently. She pretending not to notice.

"I'm going to go outside for a walk. Get some air," Mal informs him.

He offers her his arm, "We'll go together. I could use some fresh air as well."

She knew that he meant what he said and accepted. Knowing that he wouldn't leave her alone anyway.