[littl3chocobo]

he was hardly settled when the door to the garden was opened and a familiar figure softly made it's way towards him. quickly he stood to meet her. "again you are sneaking into my garden, you insist on tormenting me with your rude heathen ways"

[Honey]

He’d thought the gardens would be kept all to himself, the beauty of the night being for only him to enjoy, but his fantasy was stolen away by the words that penetrated the air. All his eyes could manage to capture in the inky night was the pale face, but it was enough. “It truly is not all intentional.” Swishing closer to the prince, he carefully folded his hands at the front of his dress. “Though, I only came out to the garden because I did not wish to sleep, and the flowers seemed so beautiful in the moonlight.” Blinking his eyes to better try and see the prince in the dark, he shifted his weight and cocked his head to the side. “I did not expect for you to be here though, you disappeared at dinner. I would have expected for you to have retired to your chambers.”

[littl3chocobo]

her cordial tone and demure pose threw him momentarily but he quickly gathered himself and offered a biting retort. "what? and admit defeat? i do not know what you are trying to achieve but you will not win against me"

[Honey]

The harsh word took him off of his ruse for a moment, his usually quick tongue falling flat as he thought of a valid thought. “When someone is sure to win, the easiest thing for their opponent to do is admit defeat.” Casually brushing a hand across his cheek to brush away a deviously out of place strand of hair, he cleared his throat. “If I were in your position I would simply accept my loss and move on.”

[littl3chocobo]

her insolence truly was a woman's now and it was as much alluring as infuriating. closing in the last bit of distance he grabbed the hand and held it aloft. "i am your lord and in three days time your husband. what kind of man would i be if i submitted to you a wife?" pulling the hand closer he kissed the palm. "worse even than that, you would make a habit of it then and i would have to get rid of you"

[Honey]

Even he could not contain the blush before it spread across his cheeks; The soft slip of the prince’s lips across the underside of his hand causing for chills to echo down his spine. “Of course it would become a habit. If I could win once why would I ever stop competing?” Allowing for a smile to slip upon the corners of his lips, he tilted his head ever so slightly, sending the same devious strands cascading back across his cheek.

[littl3chocobo]

"then it is settled, we will stop this game now or i will lose my wife before i am wed." looking over the fingers he saw a dark curl against the stark white skin of her neck. "though it is a shame"

[Honey]

The curls of his wig tickled his neck, and lifting a free hand, he brushed them back. Still, the distracted voice of the prince stole his attention. Lifting his brows curiously, the marquess inquired. “What is a shame, my lord?”

[littl3chocobo]

looking away he let go. "a shame you are a river-bred heathen, your lovely face is marred by your wicked tongue. god has sent down me a lilith who knows not her place in the world"

[Honey]

Allowing for his hand to daintily drop to his side, his attention for the prince fell away just as easily. Focusing his sights on the profile of his lord’s face in the pale moonlight he found nothing. His gaze fell opposite of the other as his hands met in front of him again. “Not all know their path in life, nor do they have choice over their lineage.”

[littl3chocobo]

he could not help but snort at the lines issuing from the woman's mouth. "your words expose your heathen ways woman, you speak ignorantly and it does not become you." this time he gave her no chance of retaliation and dipping in kissed the teasing white neck before flashing a smirk and leaving her in the garden

[Honey]

Had the other not been so quick in his endeavors to steal a kiss he would have been caught, but the feet were already dashing away. Brushing a hand across the skin of his neck where the prince’s lips laid, the marquess pursed his lips discontentedly. Lifting the skirt, the man made his way back up to his chambers with the vision of the smile in his mind

[littl3chocobo]

he did not see her again until halfway through morning prayer though he had no mind for god once he saw her. that she seemed to have a different outfit each day was a crime, that each made her look more beautiful than the last was surely a sin. though which ever it was more of did not matter because he was slowly being charmed by both. he did not stop staring until she was seated and lost from view, only pale fabric and paler hands could be seen

[Honey]

The prayers came easy to him, each word coming to him quickly from years of reiteration. Though, he could not say his mind was as focused as his tongue. The previous night’s activities in the garden had taken over his thoughts through the evening, and even persisted through the morning. He hadn’t yet found the prince amongst the halls of the castle before leaving for the morning prayers, though he knew they’d run into each other again. Collecting another bead on his rosary, he spoke his latin along with the priest.

[littl3chocobo]

the hours dragged on after that though as soon as they were free he chased her down and tugging lightly on the cream fabric of her sleeves pulled her away from the main hallways. when they were far enough away he pushed her against the wall. "you torment me woman, i do not wish to wait through the trials of this wedding." blushing furiously he quickly kissed the pale neck again before trying to once more escape

[Honey]

He hadn’t any objections to being tugged away, being given the opportunity to speak to the prince without needing to hunt through the castle to locate him. Still, with the audacious words being spoken, and another kiss offered on the sly he was speechless. Only this time he would not wait behind as the prince made his cowardly escape. Dashing after with heels clicking loudly against the floor, he managed out stretched an arm, trying and take hold of anything usable to halt the man. Feeling the smooth fabric slipping between his fingers before he could get a strong enough grip, he watched in disappointment as the prince managed to get away