[littl3chocobo]

it was worse waiting the second time and he found himself hiding away in the garden. when the sun turned golden and he was nearly ready to go in a familiar body passed through the flowers and into his sights. he frowned. "my heathen wife, what brings you to the garden? one last time among your peers before you are demoted to the orchard?"

[Honey]

He paused in the row between the hydrangeas and peonies as the lewd comment reached his ears, and he couldn't say he was particularly pleased. His attention turned itself to the shadows where his husband had taken perch. "You make it seem as though I will be cast to the side as soon as this evening is over, but I assure you I will stay as fresh in your mind as these flowers will remain ever the course of the season." Reaching out to pluck one of the delicate white blossoms from the strong stem that held it he carefully plucked away the petals, allowing for them to be carried alongside the wind. "Only those who are old and have lost their touch are sent to the orchards. I'd expect you to be there already given your...sexual tendencies." Tearing the last petal free he sent it off with a blow of breath before the center of it was sent to the ground. Dusting the pollen free of his flowers he started back down the row as if nothing had happened

[littl3chocobo]

her words were clever and vile and had the spark in them he did not realize was missing these last three days and standing he followed her. "believe me wife you know nothing"

[Honey]

He allowed for his shoulders to roll themselves into a shrug at the words, finding nothing to argue. Still, a hand raised itself from his side to graze across the smooth surface of the flower's petals as he walked past. "Maybe I do not, but I have caught glimpses of you talking to maids and poor innocent girls working around the castle and I must say I have a good feeling about my assumptions."

[littl3chocobo]

closing in on her he grabbed her waist and kissed the bare neck from the side. "you speak heresy against the church's teaching and the crown, it is a crime to have relations with unmarried women even for the prince." kissing again he let her go and left the garden

[Honey]

Their small squabble reminded him of their first encounter in the garden, though the prince's words could not help but feel softer this time. He was left unsure if that was due to the fact the man figured he would be getting what he wanted for the last several days, or if he was actually beginning to soften. Shaking his head to dismiss the thoughts from his mind he decided that it was neither, and was simply a decoy into making him feel more open and relaxed about their evening ahead. Hiking up his skirt he made his way inside to sulk the rest of the time before their eve

[littl3chocobo]

he was pleased when she showed up though the stiff and sullen mood was no different than the night before and already he found his patience with her growing thin. "you look as if you have eaten something sour, wife."

[Honey]

He became mindful at the prince's comment, and allowing for his hand to ghost across lips to find them puckered in no way she he realize what the man was commenting about. Raising his eyes to look at the man he offered a roll of his shoulders as he remained close to the door. "It may have been the lemon served with tonight's fish, but no one can truly be sure," he joked with a lack of smile

[littl3chocobo]

bitterly he laughed at the humorless joke. "i was right to think of you as a flower, you are a cruel queen of nights, you will only bloom once and i wasted it playing like a fool in the gardens. any touches i give now brings no smile, you only ever seem to wilt at affection"

[Honey]

“It takes a skilled have to cultivate the soil to allow a delicate flower to grow.” Gesturing as though to hold a blossom in his hand she phantomed crushing it between soft fingers. “If you know what you must do to keep a blossom healthy and thriving,” He reached out to the side and pretended to pluck another flower from a bush, “Then it will grow beneath your care and you can bask in its beauty.”

[littl3chocobo]

his face remained the same. "you forget, i am a prince not a peasant, my forte is horses not horticulture. i only enjoy the blooms i am not apt at growing anything"

[Honey]

"Then think of this situation with your creatures," He suggested as he dropped the invisible flowers from his hand. "As if breaking in a wild horse you have to go slow at first, get it to understand you and trust you." Taking a step forward he offered a shrug and a gesture of his hand. "Only when the beast is used to you and is willing to eat from your hand and allow for you to slip a bridle over them can you ride the horse without getting thrown off. You have to be gentle."

[littl3chocobo]

this time his face turned up into a sneer. "that is not so, you can also break a horse if you want faster results. to be sure the latter choice suits me fine"

[Honey]

The words hadn't got him the answer he desired, and instead he was left sporting a look of disdain. "A broken horse looses its spirit and has no emotion left. A beast without emotion is a husk you run into the ground before getting one of the same, it is not the same by comparison, nor is it as proper for either master or creature."

[littl3chocobo]

"you sound as if you know about horses though i assure you that is not always so, some of our finer horses are broken in this way and they are no less spirited than the ones raised by hand." standing he came up to where she stood by the door. "though i doubt you care either way for horses. you are stalling as if you could distract me until morning and escape once more. that you find me so revolting does you no credit in my eyes wife"

[Honey]

He fought back the urge to back away from the prince as he strode forward, knowing it would only add to his account of disrespect and probably spur the prince to try harder in his attempts. Instead, he let his gaze follow the face as it drew close until he was glancing up at the other. "I do care for horses, actually. However, I am afraid it is not your place to judge what I think about you and to make assumptions like that..."