"Hm, wonderful! I enjoy cooking and beating bigots asses." She said with an innocent smile.
(Good, becuase Ursule is not interested in princes.)
"Hhhmm." She thought for a moment, the tip of her tongue sticking out in habit. "When it comes to my clothes, my own people find it a bit odd. It's…for practical reasons, and so I don't feel bad about ruining nice clothes."
A tick of hers. Damian had already noticed it. The tip of Catori’s tongue sticking out of her gently parted lips. Oh hell, I’m whipped already, aren’t? He blinked a few times, coming to his senses. “I’m afraid you’ll need a couple fancy dresses for events with nobility and public announcements, but besides during formal events, I don’t see why you can’t wear what you please.”
"I'm not entirely sure I'd look too…royal in them, but that seems like a fair trade." She chuckled lightly.
“How comfortable are you with fighting? I doubt my father will let me take a kingdom easily, and even so, my brothers may mount an attack on us. I am not… well liked in our family.” The prince admitted reluctantly.
Lotus laughed, "Those are quite the juxtaposing hobbies."
“How comfortable are you with fighting? I doubt my father will let me take a kingdom easily, and even so, my brothers may mount an attack on us. I am not… well liked I’m our family.” The prince admitted reluctantly.
"I've had…experience." Catori nodded, clasping her hands behind her back almost as thought to hide her hands. "I'll be able to hold my own."
Lotus laughed, "Those are quite the juxtaposing hobbies."
Ursule took an extravagant bow. "Why thank you~"
“Anything else I should know?” Lotus asked curiously, “Some hidden agenda to rule over us all someday or something like that?”
“Good to hear.” Damian sighed. “I sincerely hope it doesn’t come to that. I’m not exactly the best fighter, myself. But if it does, I’m sure you’ll hold your own with no issue.” He forced a smile. “Anything else I should know? How about food?”
"For me? We'll just have to wait and see!" She exclaimed, a playful smile on her face.
Lotus smiled back, Ursule was easy to talk to. Probably since she wasn’t like the princes, “Duly noted your majesty.”
"Oh, we have a lot of sweet dishes!" She grinned at the mention of food, face lighting up. "Most of our cuisine is sweetened, actually!"
Lotus smiled back, Ursule was easy to talk to. Probably since she wasn’t like the princes, “Duly noted your majesty.”
"Yuck. Please never call me that again." Ursule stuck out her tongue like she had just eaten a cactus.
“I won’t if that’s what you want,” Lotus paused before drawling out, “yoooouuuuurrrr hiiigggghhhnnnneesss.”
“So you have a sweet tooth, good to know.” Damian mentally noted this. “Everything here is… salted usually. It’s the only spice, my father thinks exists apparently. Something tells me I’ll like the taste of something sweeter.”
“I won’t if that’s what you want,” Lotus paused before drawling out, “yoooouuuuurrrr hiiigggghhhnnnneesss.”
"Nuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Ursule exclaimed with a pout on her face.
Lotus laughed and lifted her hand to her mouth, “I apologize, but that was worth it.”
(Gtg night!)
Catori clapped her hands together excitedly. "I'll have to make you a few of our most popular dishes!"
Damian smiled. “I’d like that. I have a feeling you’re a fantastic cook.” He stroked Quintus’s neck calmly, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
"Of course not, what is it?"
“What brought you here? I know you said you were bored, but was there something more?” Damian couldn’t help himself but ask. He needed to know if Catori was going to abandon him for the sake of adventure while he was at Sana.
Catori had seen that coming, somewhat. She shrugged in an attempt to seem nonchalant, calm. "I needed to get away. See something different." Please be enough…
“You won’t…” Damian paused, obviously hesitant. “You won’t get bored of me and leave… right?”
Her eyes widened and she took a step forward. "No! No no no, I-of course not."
Damian was a bit startled by her reaction. “I didn’t mean to upset you Catori, I’m sorry.” He fumbled for the right words to say to comfort her.
"No, I should be apologizing. I-did you really…think I would do that?" Catori was worried, that hadn't been the message she wanted to put across.
“I do feel as though I’ve known you for quite awhile already, but I cannot be too careful.” His smiled weakened. “I don’t take kindly to being used and cast aside.”
She looked almost sad at that idea. "You don't have to. Damian-I'm not leaving, okay?"
Damian tentatively nodded. “I apologize for doubting you, princess.” His voice remained low and a little wary.
"You keep apologizing for things you shouldn't apologize for." She pointed out, a small smile on her face. Lady help me, I might just be getting into something I won't be able to pull my way out of. If I even want to…
