david tennant
daydream believer
oh man i feel you dude. math is my worst subject. i stuffed all my math classes into one semester to get them done and it was hell. hopefully you get a good grade in the class!!))
Emory’s gaze was rather intense. Rose assumed that it was due to his presence as a whole. The young lord was intimidating, in simple words. She didn’t know how to describe him other than that. She was rather grateful that he was beginning to show a different side to himself though. She was worried he might continue to keep that cold exterior towards her throughout her stay here. A gentle smile broke onto her lips as he broke down and agreed to her pleas. “Thank you, my lord.” She teased the formality. She believed it to be fair as Emory used formalities for much of her time here already. “I promise I only push myself as far as I know I can. I would never force myself to do something that I know I couldn’t handle.” She assured. She doubted that statement would ease his worry, but it was worth a try.
She turned her gaze to Viola as the maid walked into the room with them. She was glad to see that she brought the tea out with the soup. “Thank you Viola.” Her words were quiet. She immediately moved to take a sip from her cup of tea first. She hummed at the taste. She placed it down before offering the maid a smile. She could see the worry plastered on the other woman’s expression. It was odd to have two people so concerned for her well being. She hadn’t care like this since she lived with her father and sisters at the castle. She blinked to clear her thoughts before she looked back to Emory.
She tilted her head, biting lightly on her bottom lip. “You did say the tea helped some,” She was clearly trying to figure out a plan of action as she spoke. “If you do not mind telling me, what causes for you to suffer like this? Is it just the lack of sleep? I might be able to scrounge up something from the kingdom that could help. Anything would be better than the black market medicine.” She admitted. Emory was aware of that though. “I want to help you. You do not deserve to suffer like this.” She added after a few moments. She lifted her spoon to begin to eat the soup. It was amazing as always. Viola was a wonderful cook.
Emory’s gaze was rather intense. Rose assumed that it was due to his presence as a whole. The young lord was intimidating, in simple words. She didn’t know how to describe him other than that. She was rather grateful that he was beginning to show a different side to himself though. She was worried he might continue to keep that cold exterior towards her throughout her stay here. A gentle smile broke onto her lips as he broke down and agreed to her pleas. “Thank you, my lord.” She teased the formality. She believed it to be fair as Emory used formalities for much of her time here already. “I promise I only push myself as far as I know I can. I would never force myself to do something that I know I couldn’t handle.” She assured. She doubted that statement would ease his worry, but it was worth a try.
She turned her gaze to Viola as the maid walked into the room with them. She was glad to see that she brought the tea out with the soup. “Thank you Viola.” Her words were quiet. She immediately moved to take a sip from her cup of tea first. She hummed at the taste. She placed it down before offering the maid a smile. She could see the worry plastered on the other woman’s expression. It was odd to have two people so concerned for her well being. She hadn’t care like this since she lived with her father and sisters at the castle. She blinked to clear her thoughts before she looked back to Emory.
She tilted her head, biting lightly on her bottom lip. “You did say the tea helped some,” She was clearly trying to figure out a plan of action as she spoke. “If you do not mind telling me, what causes for you to suffer like this? Is it just the lack of sleep? I might be able to scrounge up something from the kingdom that could help. Anything would be better than the black market medicine.” She admitted. Emory was aware of that though. “I want to help you. You do not deserve to suffer like this.” She added after a few moments. She lifted her spoon to begin to eat the soup. It was amazing as always. Viola was a wonderful cook.