Her silk hair had been twisted into a plait that rested upon her prominent collarbone and accentuated her neck, whilst her porcelain skin was powdered by a young girl with freckles sprinkled over her nose in order to erase her non-existent imperfections. Today, the queen would not be trapped in her usual silence, for a friend was travelling specifically to visit her. After some convincing, her husband allowed her the privacy of the tearoom for the afternoon in order to entertain her guest, whom shared her perseverance yet also her reserved nature. The times they had met previously had only cemented their likeliness with one another and this mutual demeanour was what birthed this unlikely partnership— perhaps even friendship.
The queen pursed her rouge lips as she stood by the window, the young maid bowing her head in her direction. “He should be here shortly.” Elisa was left with only her silence, her gaze capturing all the outside world had to offer. If the rumours were true, this land could possibly be devoured by flames and evil within the next few months. She was no stranger to evil, yet evil was a stranger to her. She repelled it’s menacing claws, yet could that really be enough to prevent her people from being captured by the demon’s clutches? Truthfully, her spirit was crying out for anything to pry her from her tedious life. The King only saw her beauty and nothing more, her brother spent his days away from the public eye for his swan wing was far too peculiar, and she kept her magics a secret from all but a few— she was almost set aflame once, who was to say it couldn’t happen again?
An escape from this life would be a dream, yet she had her people to serve and every inch of goodness within her being knew that abandoning them would be a sin. However, she was bound to this kingdom by an unhappy marriage— and that was a weak set of chains for a woman with such a bustling soul and lionheart.
A vase sat within the center of the table as she sat upon the lavish couch. The flora was dull if anything and hardly complimented the treats and tea laid out over the table. Doe-eyes scanning for any witnesses, the Queen curled an index and watched with great joy at the roses that spawned from inside of the glass; replacing the wilted flowers with their emerald stems and ruby red petals. It was then she heard the creak of wood and she leaned back into the sofa, retreating her hand. Elisa’s auburn eyes expectantly watched the doorway to the tearoom, awaiting the icy visage of the White Bear— her guest.
A 4 days travel or so was the only thing it took the White Bear to reach his destination. The Kingdom he was visiting had been a friendly nation to him and Ultima Thule for ages to show. The current Queen being no exception. The reserved yet warm nature of the Queen mixed with his own reservedness and bustling courage had formed a strange sort of coalition. Although Valemom had never been viewed in perhaps the most positive way by the country’s King he had not cared about it. Just due to the very fact of Queen Elisa being who she was.
“Sire we will arrive in a few minutes time.” He nodded his head to the rider trotting over to his side. The King almost wanted to huff. Had he been travelling alone he would have covered the distance in mere two days time. The speed his animalistic form held was beyond ordinary, and he quite enjoyed having that upper hand when needed. Alas, today was an official visit. Riders and banners on all side of him. As customs foretold he wore his uniform jacket and his hair was well groomed, all that expected of a true King. There was none who would ever think otherwise once they looked at his stance or saw his eyes. Those eyes that often stood in stark contrast to what his visage often made him seem to be, cold.
“Welcome your Highness.”
He offered a smile as his company and him had made it through the castle gates. “Much appreciated.” His voice was so fluid and kind it even managed to drag a smile to his greeters face. “Queen Elisa is awaiting you in the tea-room, so if you’d please.” The same aged man, gestured for the other to follow him into the castle. A lavish castle it was indeed, close to rivalling his own though he would always prefer his home. As the man stopped in front of a door, he waited two steps behind him as he called into the room before opening the door. “Your highness, King Valemon has arrived.”
The man then excused himself, leaving it only be Valemon who entered the room. Closing the door behind him he turned towards the female sitting on the sofa. “Queen Elisa.”, he begun while offered a small bow and one of his trademark smiles. “You are indeed a sight for sore eyes in these times.” Without further words he approached the middle of the room and stopping in front of the couch and held out his hand for her to place her’s into.