A muddied backside. [ He twists to look down at his muddied, now dried, pants. ] One can never have a good day if left clean.
[ The Little Palace is lit softly as they approach. Perhaps he should ask David to consider creating a path with soft lights to connect the Grand Palace and the Little Palace, but that often leaves the Inferni upset they can't use their flames to light the way and impress those around them. Sometimes, it's hard being king. It's impossible to juggle everyone's happiness.
But he thinks he managed to give Anahid a nice day, perhaps one she'll talk about and describe as "utterly exhausting, but at least the King of Ravka is an excellent conversationalist and an even better joker". ]
Feel free to tell your friend Siyon about the balloon. [ With a smile, he furrows his brows together as he jokes, ] I have a feeling someone like him would be jealous of you.
I'm sure his response to my boasting will be heard all the way in the grand palace.
[ Yes, she absolutely will drag her bestie out of bed to talk about her hours-long not-a-date with the king. At the step of the little palace, she lingers for a moment; it's hard not to be very aware how the distant candlelight flickers across his skin.
She reaches out to take her borrowed books from him. ]
[ Just in case she happens to remember it one of these days.
He lets her take those books, although he keeps his on mechanical engineering. Flicking his wrist as he holds it, he takes a step back and glances up at the Little Palace.
He should turn around and walk away. It's a very simple action. Yet, he lingers. ]
Enjoy the books. [ He takes a step back and then another… ] Oh, I look forward to hearing your Kerch. I bet you'll be better than me.
[ And then he turns around, head held high, stupid smile on his face, as he walks back to the nicely lit Grand Palace to be chained to his bed.
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[ The Little Palace is lit softly as they approach. Perhaps he should ask David to consider creating a path with soft lights to connect the Grand Palace and the Little Palace, but that often leaves the Inferni upset they can't use their flames to light the way and impress those around them. Sometimes, it's hard being king. It's impossible to juggle everyone's happiness.
But he thinks he managed to give Anahid a nice day, perhaps one she'll talk about and describe as "utterly exhausting, but at least the King of Ravka is an excellent conversationalist and an even better joker". ]
Feel free to tell your friend Siyon about the balloon. [ With a smile, he furrows his brows together as he jokes, ] I have a feeling someone like him would be jealous of you.
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[ Yes, she absolutely will drag her bestie out of bed to talk about her hours-long not-a-date with the king. At the step of the little palace, she lingers for a moment; it's hard not to be very aware how the distant candlelight flickers across his skin.
She reaches out to take her borrowed books from him. ]
Good night, your Majesty.
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[ Just in case she happens to remember it one of these days.
He lets her take those books, although he keeps his on mechanical engineering. Flicking his wrist as he holds it, he takes a step back and glances up at the Little Palace.
He should turn around and walk away. It's a very simple action. Yet, he lingers. ]
Enjoy the books. [ He takes a step back and then another… ] Oh, I look forward to hearing your Kerch. I bet you'll be better than me.
[ And then he turns around, head held high, stupid smile on his face, as he walks back to the nicely lit Grand Palace to be chained to his bed.
Seriously, this shit is a fairytale. ]