A Queen's Fiery Temperament

Zidane had contemplated the work Dagger had set out to do in order to regain the favor of her Eidolons. He could not speak of his understanding of their bond, but he couldn't deny the strength of his beloved's conviction in reaching her goal. It was one of the things he admired most about her. She took the due diligence of a ruler and exponentially exceeded expectations through sheer determination that, had she ever the inclination to dominate the world she could do so on a heartbeat. She was pretty terrifying in that right! There was nothing he could ever say, or do, to deter her from a path she has chosen. Since that fateful day he had learned if he did not flow with her pace he would become a casualty.

He still felt his heart jump with a litter patter when he recalled her devious use of the Sleeping Weed. It was not as if he was some sort of masochist or found himself keen towards odd quirks of being commanded and demanded of . . . Far from it! She had both beauty and brains which made her like no other he had ever met. From the get go he has fallen in love with a nigh unobtainable princess.

And yet . . .

He walked the castle grounds without so much as a glance given to him by the guards. It was a strange feeling being welcomed let alone tolerated in such a refined space. When he was spoken to it was done so with respect rather than contempt. When they looked at him they offered a smile, but never forced. He couldn't be sure if it was because of a genuine adoration or because of what he had done for Dagger. Some days it made him self conscious. He was not a prince, nor a noble, nor was he a man of power. He was just an actor, or a thief playing the role of one. Regardless of the two the truth was far more humbling. Pressing his gloved hands together the rogue would stare down at his crossed his hands together, rubbing tensely as he stalked the halls with intimate knowledge of its twists and sharp turns.

He would arrive at the Queen's chambers. Reaching up he tucked one arm behind his back while the other curled into a fist and knocked. He could hear her voice on the other side. He was hesitant to enter, feeling that he wasn't doing enough to help her. Magic was not something he understood, not was he adept . At a time like this he had to support her. Pushing the doors open he held out his arms , tail curling around what have you, something he felt would help her on her adventures. Maybe it was a silly idea? The box was curled tight, not very large in size, but it was made of wood and had a light form to it. It would easily fit in one’s pocket or satchel when traveling.

"I'm home, my beloved~!" He cheered with a bit of a laugh as he would attempt to stride forward and scoop her into a hug, anything to belay her concern and ease the distance between them so his heart would not ache so desperately. "I missed you!" Even though he had been by the night prior, leaving before morning for some work at Ruby's Mini-Theater, he had said.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS