Miss Melly
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- Joined
- Sep 1, 2013
"It is fine, Geoffrey," Lenia breathed, moving back against Tristan as the older man won his way with the situation, Rickkard scampering to his side. Now, how to get out of this mess. Turning back to her kidnappers, she allowed herself to be positioned between the two of them, promising she wouldn't escape. But escaping from the two bumbling fools wouldn't be where she was headed. But the sound of a siren was let out once more and the gush of a dragon's wing followed. Tristan withdrew his sword and Rickkard followed suite, crying out, "Fatherrr!" In a petty way, certainly sick of the misfortunate events they seemed to be running into.
Lenia thought if the dragon distracted them, she could make her run back to Geoffrey, knowing he was probably regrouping with Charles and getting her parents updated on the situation. She could only pray it so. But when the dragon neared them, Tristan fumbled with a squeal and moved further back, pushing Lenia forward, causing her to stumble her way up against the large beast once more. Whoa. His largeness never changed for her. Staring into those jelly like red eyes, she tilted her head. What did it want from her so badly? Was there something shiny in her? Hands moved to the top of her head; no tiara! So why was the creature so drawn? When it lowered and sniffed her, a burst of warm air hit her face, causing her hair to fly back and hands to cover her face, skirts to fly up. "Whoa!"
And within moments, bless him, her beloved William had appeared limbing his way between the two. "Will!" She called and checked him over, making sure this was the only - thankfully not fatal - injury. But he was hurt no less, and she was no less worried. The dragon's massive head turned and decided to dine on a new joy then: Tristan seemed close and shiny enough for it. Lenia's eyes widened and like a child in fear, she covered her eyes, unable to watch so close. What shocked her was William's protest. Wait. He was asking the dragon to stop? She poked her big eyes through her fingers and watched as William tamed the creature before him to quite literally, spit Tristan back out. The mess that came back out, was certainly Tristan all in one piece and covered in sticky, slightly yellish saliva. Lenia touched her own throat in slight disgust.
And on cue, Geoffrey and her knights of Argis appeared, along with Rickkard who didn't knwo what the hell to do at this point. "Stop!" Lenia commanded them before they drew arrows unto the dragon, who's ears seemed to pick up on the fact it was about to be attacked... then spared by a human woman. "Will-- Sir William, is a dragon lord. Don't hurt the creature. End the violence now. And by order on my commend, I demand you arrest this man at my feet."
Rickkard's jaw dropped and Tristan struggled to stand, his sword sliding from his hand and skidding to Charle's feet. Rickkard demanded a explanation, trying to reach his wife, but William seemed to stop it. "Why? Because he is now considered a conspirator in the murder of the late Princess, then Lady Jocelyn of Berges. Such evidence will be put where it is meant to be put: in trial. Gentlemen!" God, that felt good to do! And having a massive dragon standing behind me and everything. She certainly felt like a queen, but looked like a run away, dirt on her pretty face, her gown torn at the ends. Geoffrey personally escorted Tristan with six guards back to Argis where his trial would be decided under Arthur's blessing.
Lenia shyly looked back to William after exerting her authority. Behind dark lashes, she turned to the dragon behind him. "William... this dragon seems to be following you like a puppy. Perhaps it only wanted someone to have near it," she added, shrugging slightly and released her hair from the messy braid, shaking her head innocently and blowing some hair from her face. Sighing, her shoulders slumped. She was one exhausted little pregnant princess. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Rickkard wasn't watching, Lenia reached up and stroked the side of his face, pressing her lips to his own. "Your wound... shall I carry you?" She teased softly, hoping he would catch her own mock of him always having to carry her after their sexual rounds. The dragon huffed softly behind them and Lenia pulled from William gently and looked to the dragon. "Will is there still somewhere... you need to be? I'm safe now, I promise. The trial dates and judgement from my father will take time. You have time. We have time. Myrtle must be worried about us, too." Her hand idly rested on her belly and she smiled at him lightly, though her eyes burned with exhaustion. If only she could go somewhere far away from all this matter. A place to simply rest and relax and to be with her one love... Her eyes once again, wondered to the dragon in curiosity.
(OOC: Trip to the steamy mountains?)
Lenia thought if the dragon distracted them, she could make her run back to Geoffrey, knowing he was probably regrouping with Charles and getting her parents updated on the situation. She could only pray it so. But when the dragon neared them, Tristan fumbled with a squeal and moved further back, pushing Lenia forward, causing her to stumble her way up against the large beast once more. Whoa. His largeness never changed for her. Staring into those jelly like red eyes, she tilted her head. What did it want from her so badly? Was there something shiny in her? Hands moved to the top of her head; no tiara! So why was the creature so drawn? When it lowered and sniffed her, a burst of warm air hit her face, causing her hair to fly back and hands to cover her face, skirts to fly up. "Whoa!"
And within moments, bless him, her beloved William had appeared limbing his way between the two. "Will!" She called and checked him over, making sure this was the only - thankfully not fatal - injury. But he was hurt no less, and she was no less worried. The dragon's massive head turned and decided to dine on a new joy then: Tristan seemed close and shiny enough for it. Lenia's eyes widened and like a child in fear, she covered her eyes, unable to watch so close. What shocked her was William's protest. Wait. He was asking the dragon to stop? She poked her big eyes through her fingers and watched as William tamed the creature before him to quite literally, spit Tristan back out. The mess that came back out, was certainly Tristan all in one piece and covered in sticky, slightly yellish saliva. Lenia touched her own throat in slight disgust.
And on cue, Geoffrey and her knights of Argis appeared, along with Rickkard who didn't knwo what the hell to do at this point. "Stop!" Lenia commanded them before they drew arrows unto the dragon, who's ears seemed to pick up on the fact it was about to be attacked... then spared by a human woman. "Will-- Sir William, is a dragon lord. Don't hurt the creature. End the violence now. And by order on my commend, I demand you arrest this man at my feet."
Rickkard's jaw dropped and Tristan struggled to stand, his sword sliding from his hand and skidding to Charle's feet. Rickkard demanded a explanation, trying to reach his wife, but William seemed to stop it. "Why? Because he is now considered a conspirator in the murder of the late Princess, then Lady Jocelyn of Berges. Such evidence will be put where it is meant to be put: in trial. Gentlemen!" God, that felt good to do! And having a massive dragon standing behind me and everything. She certainly felt like a queen, but looked like a run away, dirt on her pretty face, her gown torn at the ends. Geoffrey personally escorted Tristan with six guards back to Argis where his trial would be decided under Arthur's blessing.
Lenia shyly looked back to William after exerting her authority. Behind dark lashes, she turned to the dragon behind him. "William... this dragon seems to be following you like a puppy. Perhaps it only wanted someone to have near it," she added, shrugging slightly and released her hair from the messy braid, shaking her head innocently and blowing some hair from her face. Sighing, her shoulders slumped. She was one exhausted little pregnant princess. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Rickkard wasn't watching, Lenia reached up and stroked the side of his face, pressing her lips to his own. "Your wound... shall I carry you?" She teased softly, hoping he would catch her own mock of him always having to carry her after their sexual rounds. The dragon huffed softly behind them and Lenia pulled from William gently and looked to the dragon. "Will is there still somewhere... you need to be? I'm safe now, I promise. The trial dates and judgement from my father will take time. You have time. We have time. Myrtle must be worried about us, too." Her hand idly rested on her belly and she smiled at him lightly, though her eyes burned with exhaustion. If only she could go somewhere far away from all this matter. A place to simply rest and relax and to be with her one love... Her eyes once again, wondered to the dragon in curiosity.
(OOC: Trip to the steamy mountains?)