06-25-2018, 10:03 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify;"]THE FEAR OF FALLING APART
Frederick followed her out the doors, pausing outside. She spoke with such elegant obliviousness, which he found hilarious. For once, he had the opportunity to meet someone without being an overlooking authority figure that scared them into submission. It was calming in a sense. Even so, there had to be some times of discomfort with it. After being in control for so long, he'd be expected to go on a power trip now and then. Surprisingly, not yet... or at least not in this moment currently.
As she continued, he smiled subtly with small nods here and there. "I'm afraid we haven't met, no," he reiterated in her direction. ”And perhaps it’s a good thing you haven’t been out. God save the King, my dear.” For a moment he smirked. ”He’s not interesting anyways.” When she continued onto the queen, his smiled faded away, leaving a stern expression in it's place. For a moment, he found himself at a loss of words. Frederick visibly tensed for a few. "I'm afraid that the Queen is gone." His words were emotionless and forced through clenched teeth, but he tried to stay polite. The death of his wife was not his favorite subject. After all, his hate for the rebellion was not fueled by nothing. Even so, he had to move on. This was not a pity party, despite the way they met. ”It’s not awful to have some peace and solitude. I think we all need that in our lives.” ’I should know. I get very little of it.”
Her name was Eloira, it seemed. That last name was unfamiliar too. No wonder she said she was so involved with herself that she couldn’t even come outside and have a social life. He would pity her, but the silence would be nice. In fact, he’s jealous. Nevertheless, Frederick attempted to seem concerned and continued on as if it was nothing to him. ”The name’s Frederick.” the sovereign finally introduced. ”You can call me whatever you please.” ’Lord, why did I say that? Freddie and Fred sound let pet names.’
At Abella’s arrival, he offered her a nod in greeting, though he wished he could take it all back soon enough. The discussion had grown grim. ”Perhaps we should put things on a lighter note,” he pointed out. After all, her question was rather invasive and redundant, especially with that emotionless look in her eye that screamed awkward to him. Even so, her words towards him seemed genuine. ”I’m afraid I don’t know just yet. I’m not in a position where I have the power to do so...” The sovereign did not mean his rank, but instead his man-power against the Blackfallen. Their forces were larger and more powerful than ever. To them, Griffingate were twigs.
//mobile, apologies
Frederick followed her out the doors, pausing outside. She spoke with such elegant obliviousness, which he found hilarious. For once, he had the opportunity to meet someone without being an overlooking authority figure that scared them into submission. It was calming in a sense. Even so, there had to be some times of discomfort with it. After being in control for so long, he'd be expected to go on a power trip now and then. Surprisingly, not yet... or at least not in this moment currently.
As she continued, he smiled subtly with small nods here and there. "I'm afraid we haven't met, no," he reiterated in her direction. ”And perhaps it’s a good thing you haven’t been out. God save the King, my dear.” For a moment he smirked. ”He’s not interesting anyways.” When she continued onto the queen, his smiled faded away, leaving a stern expression in it's place. For a moment, he found himself at a loss of words. Frederick visibly tensed for a few. "I'm afraid that the Queen is gone." His words were emotionless and forced through clenched teeth, but he tried to stay polite. The death of his wife was not his favorite subject. After all, his hate for the rebellion was not fueled by nothing. Even so, he had to move on. This was not a pity party, despite the way they met. ”It’s not awful to have some peace and solitude. I think we all need that in our lives.” ’I should know. I get very little of it.”
Her name was Eloira, it seemed. That last name was unfamiliar too. No wonder she said she was so involved with herself that she couldn’t even come outside and have a social life. He would pity her, but the silence would be nice. In fact, he’s jealous. Nevertheless, Frederick attempted to seem concerned and continued on as if it was nothing to him. ”The name’s Frederick.” the sovereign finally introduced. ”You can call me whatever you please.” ’Lord, why did I say that? Freddie and Fred sound let pet names.’
At Abella’s arrival, he offered her a nod in greeting, though he wished he could take it all back soon enough. The discussion had grown grim. ”Perhaps we should put things on a lighter note,” he pointed out. After all, her question was rather invasive and redundant, especially with that emotionless look in her eye that screamed awkward to him. Even so, her words towards him seemed genuine. ”I’m afraid I don’t know just yet. I’m not in a position where I have the power to do so...” The sovereign did not mean his rank, but instead his man-power against the Blackfallen. Their forces were larger and more powerful than ever. To them, Griffingate were twigs.
//mobile, apologies
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