Shoot. There was that small sign that she had done something wrong. No matter how she tried to make it so she would cause the least issues for him, she still was able to inflict pain on the king. Those last few words still clung to her as the last of him walked away. Her head turned to watch as he faded from view, but she said nothing. How could she? No matter if she tried to abide by his rules, it caused pain for them one way or another. What she wanted seemed to be out of reach, but what he wanted didn't appeal to her. How were they supposed to make it work when what one wanted, the other disapproved of? A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she glanced back to the room that was now hers. Servants roamed around busily as they tried to construct what she had been imagining. They were hard at work, she'd give them that. The demoness could still feel the faint breeze that kissed at her cheeks; a last reminder that this was all created because of him. Slowly, both of the palms of her hands rested lightly against her stomach as she watched the servants work quickly on her design. The was her home now.. And this was the closest she'd get to the outside world.
- x -
Hours had come and gone by, by the time dinner came around. A few of the servants had been busy at work cooking dinner for the royal family and their guest. The food was as grand as any other night with multiple dishes made to accommodate the different dietary needs of each of the members. Lia had been tucked away in her bedroom, curled up in a small ball. The sheets where thrown around her to form the the small demon's body. Her hair was sprayed out behind her, leaving a small wet residue wherever it laid from the bath she had taken earlier. In her hands, resting against the tops of her knees as she laid on her side, was a newer book she had picked up to replace the old one she had finished. It was the only way the girl knew how to spend her time.
She rested comfortably waiting for dinner to be served. Lia had sent word to the servants that she wanted her meal delivered to her in her bedroom. Along with one of the servants, she gave them a note to give to Razor to let him come join her if he chose to. She didn't want to eat in the dining hall or anywhere else. Here, in her room, she felt the safest.
- x -
Hours had come and gone by, by the time dinner came around. A few of the servants had been busy at work cooking dinner for the royal family and their guest. The food was as grand as any other night with multiple dishes made to accommodate the different dietary needs of each of the members. Lia had been tucked away in her bedroom, curled up in a small ball. The sheets where thrown around her to form the the small demon's body. Her hair was sprayed out behind her, leaving a small wet residue wherever it laid from the bath she had taken earlier. In her hands, resting against the tops of her knees as she laid on her side, was a newer book she had picked up to replace the old one she had finished. It was the only way the girl knew how to spend her time.
She rested comfortably waiting for dinner to be served. Lia had sent word to the servants that she wanted her meal delivered to her in her bedroom. Along with one of the servants, she gave them a note to give to Razor to let him come join her if he chose to. She didn't want to eat in the dining hall or anywhere else. Here, in her room, she felt the safest.
