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 Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2025 6:24 pm
Adonis shouldn't be bouncing on the balls of his feet. It wasn't proper. A royal should be strong, paws firmly down on the ground. Only kittens would have that playful nature about them.
Yet, even as he knew the proper way to act, he couldn't help the feel of his feet coming up. It felt like he was walking on electrified clouds. Was this nerves? No, it couldn't be. Royalty didn't get nervous.
The ma'ome cleared his throat, the flowers in between his teeth crunching slightly. He grimaced but was quick to smooth out his expression. At any moment now, he was sure that Freya would exit her den. Had he been waiting since sunrise? Maybe. But surely, she had to exit soon right? It would be rude to jump into the den and demand for her presence. He had to start off on the right foot. Not to mention, the dolt of a guard wouldn't let him passed. He held his head higher as he gave the male a pointed glare. He had tried to talk to him, but the idiot wouldn't call Freya out. He was royalty, he shouldn't have to bribe the help. That was far beneath him.
But waiting was starting to get to him. Gingerly, he set the flowers down. "Aren't you worried about her? Shouldn't you go check?" He clipped, trying to maintain a level tone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2025 11:41 pm
He, who he refused to learn the name of, who clung to Freya’s shadow as of late.
It was one thing, sharing Freya with the others from the old clan. It was an entirely other uncomfortable feeling for someone else to take interest in her. His princess— regardless of her consistent and exasperated refusal of her title —either hadn’t noticed the obvious intents of the lurking ma’ome, or she just didn’t care; knowing her, either could be as likely as the other. What he couldn’t fathom was why she didn’t scrunch her face at his advances as she had when Saunek tried, or how she, at most, would give a polite nod to the stranger. It didn’t make sense, or perhaps it wasn’t fair — regardless, there he was, flowers in tow, waiting to breach the sacred rules between everyone else and the princess, like he always did.
”Go home,” he hissed from his precisely seated position at the mouth of her cave, careful to keep his face as level as he possible could manage (which, admittedly, wasn’t much) and tail from flicking. ”She’s sleeping.”
He wanted to cast a glance to the other guard and seek assurance that they too felt the same annoyance towards the outsider, but he resisted, settling for a stern glower shot at the visitors direction.
”I am not,” came the softer, airier voice from within the cave, traveling closer towards the end of her sentence. Saunek twitched upright, swallowing back a jolt of surprise and embarrassment at having been caught. For why? It was his job to secure her safety, wasn’t it? He was just following the order of things…
So why did he feel so guilty?
Freya slipped past her guards with long, fluid steps, casting a brief nod to both in her morning acknowledgement. One day, she hoped, she’d wake without anyone waiting for her — if it was up to her, they’d live on their own, seeking freedom and a life alongside those who could truly make them feel equal. Unfortunately, today was not that day, although a deeper part of her twisted in a shameful sense of… something. Relief, perhaps? Gratitude she wasn’t alone in these strange, foreign lands? Whatever it was, she bit it back and swallowed it into the pits of her stomach, replacing the feeling with a carefully curated numbness.
Her eyes landed on Adonis— for, unlike Saunek, she did remember his name —, her mouth tightening at the edges as her eyes drifted towards his flowers. Surely, they were not for her? ”Adonis,” she greeted, voice polite and light. ”Good morning.”
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