12-03-2016, 11:58 AM
His posture did not falter, his eyes did not waver, as she moved to the side to reveal her colt. He'd already been aware of the boy, and so he only waited with warm, brown eyes still on hers.
From the corner of his eye, he was able to see the child move, shifting closer to his mother. He could detect his little words of wonder. It was a new experience for Akkadian. He was well-known in his past homeland, and often avoided. The only child he'd interacted with was the teeny princess, for she was an extension of his family and an extension of his duties to protect them. It had all revolved around his elder brother, the heir. Anyone outside that small group knew his name, knew what it meant, and scrambled to stay out of his way.
But that was the past, and this was a new world. His name meant nothing, he had nothing. He was nothing. He'd always be a protector at heart though. It was what he was raised to be, trained for, burned into him like a permanent branding. And so as she introduced herself and her little colt, his face softened. He would need to accept the change in his life, but it seemed a slow progress thus far. He tugged at his gentler training that he'd never really had a call for, a young prince's schooling.
It is a pleasure to meet you. And you, he added with a somewhat shy smile, peering down at the curious boy. They didn't know his name, didn't know his past. He would one day find how he fit into this new world. He looked back to the woman, who seemed so gentle with her child yet tall and regal.
I have seen that change in the trees, but I am sorry to say that I have not ventured forth in to your home. I can see your love for it, so perhaps I will make the journey soon, if it is acceptable to do so. He dipped his head to her again, as a gracious prince would.
Marlyn is the one you ask after, his eyes warmed as the gentle and beautiful leader came to mind. He'd already -somewhat unconsciously- assigned himself to protect her. To take up his former duties in this Beqanna in honor of what his King and Queen had raised him to be. And Marlyn, he felt, was more than deserving of such services. Genuine and selfless, she tended to her people and their families as though they were her own family.
I'd be honored to escort you to her, he said in flawless courtly manner. He was entirely surprised he remembered this nonsense, seeing as how his duties had been vastly different from his brother's, but he supposed they had drilled it in rather thoroughly. Even still, his toned muscles, fluid movement, and delicately faint scars belied the true guardian beneath the diplomatic display.