The Princess and the Scribe (1x1 with Wildpelt TheCat)

[LittleKouhai]

Princess Mariana Crossyen Demihart Tamitaritan—that was her name. She never understood why she needed so many names, as it seemed ridiculous to her. In fact, lots of common things seemed ridiculous to her. Why she needed to wear fancy dresses, why even her pajamas were made from such expensive fabrics, why she had to be so prim and proper constantly. She was especially confused by one thing in particular, though—why she had to remain quiet in her love for her scribe, why it was taboo to love someone of the same gender. It baffled her to absolutely no end.


As Mariana headed upstairs to her room, desiring to spend some time alone, she found several profanities slipping past her lips. It wasn't proper at all, swearing wasn't, but she had temporarily forgotten how to care.


The princess, who always seemed melancholy nowadays, grabbed a book from her bookshelf and sat upon the chair sitting in one of the corners. She slipped off her shoes, as her feet were aching quite badly. She ran her fingers through her long platinum blond hair, removing all the the accessories that she had to decorate it with. Her head fell back her she allowed her ice blue eyes to close. She hadn't even planned to read at all, she realized. She didn't want to read. She wanted to announce she had chosen someone to wed, to announce that she would never love a man the same way she currently loved a woman. One word left her mouth, subconsciously, and even once she had spoken it, she didn't realize it was anything more than a thought.


"Why?"

 

[BeyondOblivion]

The royal scribe of the princess, Alina Evvie Merida, who went by her middle name, Evvie, was sitting at her desk across from the room that the princess did. She was scribbling notes rather frantically onto a sheet, trying to keep up with the massive amounts of paperwork she had to do so.


"I'm never going to get this all written..." She sighed and laid her head down, sighing a little bit and giving a small sigh. She suddenly heard the sighing of the princess and stood up, adjusting her dress and the quill she had placed in her ear.

 

[LittleKouhai]

Realizing she had caught the attention of her scribe, Mariana brought her head back up and opened her eyes. Evvie was so pretty, just as always, and the girl who was deemed the Melancholy Princess couldn't keep herself from blushing just a little. Hopefully the pink on her cheeks went unnoticed as she gave a small smile. It was rare for Mariana to offer more than a very small smile—she just couldn't manage that much.


"You can continue with your work," she said quietly, reluctantly bringing her attention to her book so as to seem as if she was doing something productive. "You must have a lot to do." And you look rather cute when you're focusing on your work, Mariana added; silently, of course, as she dared not say a think like that aloud.

 

[BeyondOblivion]

Evvie gave a nod and sat back down, yawning a small bit, "Yes princess, forgive me for the show of how tired I was, princess." She put back on her small jacket, as this room was extremely cold. The room was in a tower that faced westward, where cold winds tended to blow. She wasn't able to insulate it very well.


She bit her lip a bit and scribbled faster, writing on the documents so fast that she would run out of ink every so often. She was making reports of the activity of the princess, which were boring documents at the best.

 

[LittleKouhai]

Mariana shook her head slightly. "It's not a problem. You can't help exhaustion." And, again, she was just so cute... Everything about Evvie was cute, actually, and she just wished she could say that out loud. She read the first page, trying to calm her reeling mind, but it really wasn't any use. Especially not with such a boring book.


After a few minutes, the Melancholy Princess spoke again. "Evvie, I...I was wondering about something." She paused. How was she meant to ask about a thing like this? It was no secret that she was constantly questioning why certain rules and traditions existed and how they came to be, but it wasn't like her to voice her questions. Once she found her voice again, she asked, "What are your opinions on relationships between two men, or between two women? Taboo, indeed, but have you any clue why? I'm rather confused about it."

 

[BeyondOblivion]

The scribe paused and put her quill down, yawning a little bit and placing the quill back in her ear for convenience when she needed to use it later. Evvie turned to the princess and gave a small smile. Whether she was known as the melancholy princess or not, Evvie simply sat her as quiet. To her, that was a positive trait, as it meant she didn't have to talk much. Evvie was more to do things than to actually talk, which explained why she wrote rather than spoke.


She blinked and thought about it before slowly wording. "I guess it is because that they sometimes do not seem to be evenly matched. A man is made for a woman by their body, yes? Yet does that mean that the mind is made for them as well? Looks cannot carry a relationship forever, princess. I myself do not care for the taboo... it seems a little strange to me."

 

[LittleKouhai]

Mariana pulled her hair over her shoulder and began braiding it. It reduced stress and nervousness, she had come to know, and it was something she did when she needed to be calm. Her delicate hands deftly braided her hair, tightly and almost painfully. Doing it so quickly wasn't even conscious, but instead from the anxiety she could feel building within her. Oh, why had she asked about it? She especially didn't want to hear those words from Evvie's mouth.


"But it makes no sense, still!" She couldn't keep from shouting. She took a deep breath, struggling to calm herself and keep her voice steady. The last thing she needed was to betray her true, especially right now. " Just as man should love woman, what keeps a woman from feeling that same love for another? What is to come of a place where relationships are based upon what kind of body a person has? I'd see nothing wrong if my preferences shifted and I decided I wanted to wed a woman."

 

[BeyondOblivion]

"I don't think that there is any issue with it, ma'am. In my eyes, if you love another woman, than ask her. The worst she can do is say no." Evvie looked inot her eyes, a little surprised by how persistent she was being with having to ask questions. She didn't question it, though, as she knew that wasn't something she should exactly do. She looked down at her quill and she tried to think of how to word this next part.


"Love is like a quill when you are writing," She began, "You never truly know where it will take you. If you love another woman, then as long as you care for her, I see no reason why you shoudln't be with her. If the two of you both share each other's love, then I say do so."

 

[LittleKouhai]

Mariana couldn't keep her disappointment from showing on her face. She hardly spoke so much with Evvie at one time. They would exchange a word or two now and again, but there was nothing to say at those times. Now, there was so much Mariana wanted to say to her, all of which causing a tight feeling in her chest. All her feeling were threatening to come spilling out and it was all she could do to keep that from happening.


"But I cannot. It would be futile." The Melancholy Princess wiped away her tears before they fell, and she hoped they went unnoticed. "She finds it peculiar, as she has said herself. Sometimes I question if she even cares for my presence. I do nothing but complain and whine. She remains, but there are no feelings. I wonder from time to time if she may go as far as to say she holds contempt for me." What else was she supposed to say, if not that?

 

[BeyondOblivion]

Evvie saw the tear and she quickly walked over to her, using her sleeve and drying her lonely tears, "there there, it's alright, it's alright." She smiled, stroking the cheek gently to clean it before stepping back and sitting down again.


"Your highness, you are a lady of exquisite beauty and complete regard for those you c are for. You are a lady in all definitions of the word. If you are worried, sarrinade her!" She adopted an almost dreamy look, "a passionate love letter from an anyomous source, or a beautiful song sung by moonlight... So romantic." Evvie hadn't realized she'd gone full girl. She quickly coughed and straightened her back, "anyways, I digress, just show them."

 

[LittleKouhai]

Evvie seemed so passionate about the topic of romance, just for a moment. But Mariana knew she was still learning to play an instrument, had no confidence in her ability to hit high or low notes properly, and her handwriting was a bit messy at best. She hadn't prioritized learning those things until recently, and had only bothered with dancing because she found it fun. Though that was an option—dancing.


The Melancholy Princess shook her head. "I couldn't. It would surely be a less-than-appreciable display." She gave no facial emotion, but there was a spark of both hope and happiness in her eyes as she stood and offered her hand. "I can only dance. So may I have this one with you?"

 

[BeyondOblivion]

"Dancing, princess?" Evvie stood up, smiling a little. In truth, she was a helpless romantic. She loved to be sarinaded, spun around and such. She'd never had someone do so, and she sorely prayed that it would happen to her at some day. She knew a little about dances, but she was always a follower, not exactly a leader. She yawned a little bit, then she laid her quill down and walked over to the princess.


"Which dance, ma'am?" She asked, taking her hand gently and smiling a little bit. She giggled and waited, waiting for her leader to begin the dance.

 

[LittleKouhai]

Mariana thought for a moment. What was most proper for a situation like this? She wasn't the best at expressing her emotions. She was fine with her title as the Melancholy Princess, with her constantly emotionless expression that almost always bordered on being one of depression. Of course, she desired some kind of romantic relationship with another, as most people often did, but she wasn't entirely sure how she was meant to go about it.


"A waltz," she decided after a moment. She smiled sweetly, her first genuine smile in the past two and a half weeks. She took the first first step to initiate the dance, placing a her free hand on Evvie's shoulder, so her scribe could follow her lead.

 

[BeyondOblivion]

Evvie smiled widely and yawned a little bit, groaning when she felt her knee gently lock up from having sat for so long. Giving her body a quick shake, she loosened herself up and began to slowly dacne with her, rather gracefully. She smiled widely and let her feet guide her across the floor.


"You're a wonderful dancer." She giggled, spinning on her left heel and waltzed up to her left. She quickly let herself be guided. She smiled widely, laughing now as she began to slowly make her way across the floor.