Darcias was unflappable beneath the weight of Owen's false warmth. She remained all gentle smiles and regal authority as he descended upon her, though a tightness appeared at the crinkled edges of her eyes as he settled his hands on her shoulders.
"What a pleasant surprise," she responded, ethereal tones calm, and just loud enough to be heard on the coattails of his perceived compliment. It was a show; a dance, a choreography that was waiting to fall apart in the cover of privacy. Darcias was all too aware of the eyes on her; faculty and students gathering around the courtyard to witness the strange event. Visitors were uncommon, especially those who seemed so familiar with the headmistress, and she was not eager to make a scene. She tilted either cheek towards him, like a scene out of an old movie, and showed no sign of being affected by his words when he pulled away.
Her returning smile was like syrup, sickly sweet.
Teagan, on the other hand, was less prone to smiling. The guard did nothing to hide her displeasure, a deep frown, and dark brows knit tight. She did not bristle at Owen's deliberate attempt at offense, but she could not resist a very obvious roll of yellow eyes.
"Well," Darcias announced, when Owen appeared to have finished posturing for a few moments. She ruffled invisible wrinkles out of her skirts, before clapping her hands together. "I think it's time for tea. Something to combat this unseasonable chill." She hunched her shoulders in a shivering gesture, and turned on her heel without waiting for a confirmation. Teagan reached for the door, holding it open for Darcias to disappear inside.
Before the other guard could follow the princess, Sairus clapped a hand around her arm. Teagan looked down at where his fingers were curled around her bicep. "It's been awhile," he said. "Why don't you show me around the grounds?" He continued, and the bruising grip on her arm suggested that it was not a request. Teagan's eyes flickered from her brother to Owen, and then back again; Sairus stared back at her.
"Fine," she agreed, finally, unwillingly, releasing the door and jerking her arm from his grip. The two Weatherfare's walked off together, leaving the in-laws to talk (or quarrel) as they would.
Darcias continued walking as if an exchange was not happening behind her back. Too used to be royalty, and being revered, that she expected things to happen as she willed them.
"The weather is indeed strange." She spoke to Owen as she lead him along, refusing to breech the subject of the reason behind his visit, like she was content to ignore the whole thing.
As if she was the one who was suffering.
"What a pleasant surprise," she responded, ethereal tones calm, and just loud enough to be heard on the coattails of his perceived compliment. It was a show; a dance, a choreography that was waiting to fall apart in the cover of privacy. Darcias was all too aware of the eyes on her; faculty and students gathering around the courtyard to witness the strange event. Visitors were uncommon, especially those who seemed so familiar with the headmistress, and she was not eager to make a scene. She tilted either cheek towards him, like a scene out of an old movie, and showed no sign of being affected by his words when he pulled away.
Her returning smile was like syrup, sickly sweet.
Teagan, on the other hand, was less prone to smiling. The guard did nothing to hide her displeasure, a deep frown, and dark brows knit tight. She did not bristle at Owen's deliberate attempt at offense, but she could not resist a very obvious roll of yellow eyes.
"Well," Darcias announced, when Owen appeared to have finished posturing for a few moments. She ruffled invisible wrinkles out of her skirts, before clapping her hands together. "I think it's time for tea. Something to combat this unseasonable chill." She hunched her shoulders in a shivering gesture, and turned on her heel without waiting for a confirmation. Teagan reached for the door, holding it open for Darcias to disappear inside.
Before the other guard could follow the princess, Sairus clapped a hand around her arm. Teagan looked down at where his fingers were curled around her bicep. "It's been awhile," he said. "Why don't you show me around the grounds?" He continued, and the bruising grip on her arm suggested that it was not a request. Teagan's eyes flickered from her brother to Owen, and then back again; Sairus stared back at her.
"Fine," she agreed, finally, unwillingly, releasing the door and jerking her arm from his grip. The two Weatherfare's walked off together, leaving the in-laws to talk (or quarrel) as they would.
Darcias continued walking as if an exchange was not happening behind her back. Too used to be royalty, and being revered, that she expected things to happen as she willed them.
"The weather is indeed strange." She spoke to Owen as she lead him along, refusing to breech the subject of the reason behind his visit, like she was content to ignore the whole thing.
As if she was the one who was suffering.
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