Re: OLD POST!!!!!

[Guest]

Fayre shrugged, “Mmm, unfortunate.” Fayre stared at the water more than she did at him, looking at her wavering reflection. She didn’t like the gown, though it was quite figure-hugging and looked good according to everybody else. Fayre preferred to be herself, wearing the red dress that was much more modest than this one. Shaking her head, Fayre looked up at Alexander, “Have you somewhere to go?”

[BayMickey]

Alexander shook his head. "No." He sighed, looking at the water like her.

(I don't mean them to be short. I just put all I have to say in a couple of sentences.)

[Guest]

Fayre turned her head and stared at him, confused. “I wonder why you wear such…formal clothing then. Care to share, Alexander?” Fayre asked, turning her head back to her reflection, distorting it by splashing the water.

[BayMickey]

Alexander nodded. "Initiation meeting." It was no lie. Alexander was planning to be initiated his crown. He wasn't going to be exactly king, still a prince, but he will have his crown. Alexander looked back at Fayre. "Not very interesting..."

[Guest]

“Oh, makes sense,” Fayre commented, looking up at him and smiling, not liking how formal this conversation was. “Well, at least you came at all. I wouldn’t be surprised if you blew me off for your oh-so-very-interesting-and-important initiation ceremony.” Fayre chuckled slightly.

[BayMickey]

Alexander laughed. "Not really. I hate being royalty. Besides the good food." He smiled again, walking back towards Fayre and sitting beside her. "What have you been up to?"

[Guest]

Fayre laughed a bit, before hearing him sit down beside him. She had to resist the urge to rest her head on his shoulder before she commented, “Eh, we do have pretty good food, don’t we?” She jested before turning to the lake once more and shrugged, “Honestly, nothing. Riding Blaze a bit, tending to the rosebushes. Though none of them are the purple I used to like.” Fayre commented, without looking at Alexander.

[BayMickey]

"I could bring you one. There's one right over there, not even a mile away. Wait here." Alexander stood up and retrieved his horse. He rode off momentarily, going to find a purple rose bush. once he found one, eh plucked the prettiest one, and brought it back, handing it to Fayre.

[Guest]

Fayre nodded thankfully, and watched as he rode off. Smiling, she watched him return as well, taking the thornless purple rose from his hands and twirling it in her fingers. She brought it up to her nose and smelled it once before letting out a satisfied breath. “Thank you. I haven’t seen one of these in forever.”

[BayMickey]

Thinking...

[Guest]

{ ... }

[BayMickey]

Alexander winked, then adjusted his shirt. Sempre (His mare) approached him from behind, nuzzling his shoulder. Alexander smiled, rubbing her on her nose. "Anything interesting happen yesterday or today? Royal life can be boring. I have learned that."

[Guest]

Fayre shrugged and lay back, putting her hands behind her head as a cushion from the dew-wet ground. “Well, not much. Father got mad at me for not wearing what he considers to be ‘real clothing’ today. Mother got mad at Father for getting mad at me…” Fayre sighed. “It’s always arguing.” Rolling her eyes, Fayre commented, “What about you?”

[BayMickey]

Alexander nodded. "My ceremony planning. That's about it. Mother and Father were trying to convince me into marrying, but I refused." He shrugged, slumping down against a rock, his mare walking up to Fayre and nuzzling the right side of her face. Alexander laughed, smile staining his face.

[Guest]

Fayre moved her head to the side a bit, laughing slightly. “Hey there,” Fayre said to the mare, rubbing her muzzle compassionately. She dropped her hands after a minute and commented casually, “You know, you’d make a good husband. And what is a King without a Queen? I’m sure there are plenty of women in your kingdom that would fit you perfectly.” Fayre couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

[BayMickey]

Alexander slightly laughed and shook his head. "I don't want to marry just some woman my parents think I would like. I want to marry for love. I've told them that, but they just didn't understand. You see, my parents met at a ball, not knowing who each other were. My mother was a princess of some far away land. My father was the prince of Amara. They danced together once or twice, but never met again. My father's father, the king at that time, saw them together, and thought they should marry. They had a wedding a week after they met. I don not want that to happen. My parents didn't even like each other, more or less want to have a son, like me."

[Guest]

Fayre shook her head, “I understand which direction you’re coming from.” Shrugging, Fayre gently pushed Sempre’s muzzle away from her face. “My parents were in an arranged marriage, as well, but they eventually fell in love. It could happen to you, too. Being a male, you have more of a choice in whom you marry. I don’t, since I’m a princess.” Frowning, Fayre sighed.

[BayMickey]

Alexander looked back up at Fayre. "I am sorry about complaining. That was not appropriate of me." He smirked, looking back down at his feet.

[Guest]

Fayre shook her head, “No, it’s fine.” Fayre smiled gently. “It’s all right. I understand if you don’t want to marry to a woman you’ve never met. It makes perfect sense. To be completely honest, I’m not thrilled about getting married. I have a few suitors already—but most of them are just lustful bastards—excuse my language.”

[BayMickey]

Alexander's smile turned into a smirk, and he straightened up from the rock. "It's completely understandable." He dropped his facial expression, now looking plainly at Fayre. Of course, who wouldn't want Fayre. Alexander did. And that was the cold, hard truth.

[Guest]

Fayre smiled slightly, but dropped it quickly, though not out of displeasure. She was aware of him staring, though she didn’t mind. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge (to Fayre, at least) that she fancied Alexander. He was one of the only men she’d ever considered settling down with. As if speaking her thoughts in a different manner, Fayre commented, “Out of the women selected for you, or other women you know, do you have any that you would choose if they chose you back? Though I’m assuming all of them would choose you back, but whom would you choose? Out of curiosity.”

[BayMickey]

Alexander's blank expression changed into a smirk again. "That's a peculiar question. But, I'll answer it. There's not too many women I actually am attracted to. Not that I am rude, but that they are. There's one woman, though, I have met that's different. She didn't have too much fancy for me though."

(Agh! Watching a video.)

[Guest]

Fayre’s expression remained blank and unreadable. She wondered which woman he was talking about. It was certain he knew lots and lots of women—just who? Fayre was secretly hoping in the recesses of her mind that he was talking about her, and she turned her head towards him, eyes twinkling slightly, and spoke, “She probably does. I don’t think a woman could not be attracted to you.”

[ it’s fine ^^ ]

[BayMickey]

"Is that a compliment Fayre?" Alexander laughed, stepping a little closer. "I thought I would never here one from you." He looked back at his mare, motioning for her to come back. "You are not too bad yourself, to return the favor. And thank you, by the way. I don't get many compliments now and days that are real and not lustful. Can you believe? Some women are such whores. Excuse my language."

[Guest]

Fayre smiled, able to hold back her blush quite well. She pushed herself into a sitting position, and cursed herself for complimenting him instead of asking the woman’s name. She chuckled, “I agree. Genuine compliments are hard to come by these days.” Fayre sighed and stared back into the water of the lake, noting her was beckoning over his mare. “If you’re going to leave, I’m going to have to ask you to return tomorrow evening, as well.”

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