Recent content by Eira

"Well, if you are not opposed to the idea. I do intend on learning all I can of this alliance so that I may be of help to you." And that was what they had promised each other the moment they found out they were arranged to marry. As they danced, they both laid out their intents on righting the...

Eira had never met someone as clever with words before, and watching Leovold's performance left her fixated on how well he played his part. A couple seconds delay before Eira cleared her throat and lifted her glass. She looked to Annaliese, who also mirrored them with a smile Eira returned...

When had Leovold learned what she enjoyed? Of course, she knew him to be influential enough to have someone find out on his behalf, and that this tactic was made in measure to sell that this arrangement was all well and fine. A twitch at the corners of her lips came after Leovold spoke...

Conversation with Leovold's mother came easily. Eira did not have to muster up courage to keep up, rather be content with the back and forth questioning. It was a good show and example of Eira's own upbringing, that despite the sharp as steel gazes the Malennis' were born with, they were capable...

Eira happily cut into her honeyed duck and gave a tentative sample, her eyes delighting in the flavours and richness of that honey. She was beginning to enjoy the evening now, at ease and content that the Lady Solherre made the effort to welcome Eira in such fashion. Once her mouthful was clear...

Eira's gaze turned to Leovold as someone went around the table and poured red wine into their crystal glasses. "I think I would like to see this home under your guidance, Leovold." And a moment of privacy to talk without anyone to hear. The hand playing with her skirt released the silk and...

Eira did her best not to smirk at Leovold's returning compliment. It felt as if they stepped into a game of pleasantries, and testing how ridiculous they could make their compliments be without rousing suspicion from his lording parents. But Eira gave Lady Solherre a gracious smile, mostly...

There was no denying that Leovold Solherre had his own aura of charisma, and it was something she believed he did not put on at all times. He had not held this swagger when they had first officially met, nor did he seem to show any signs of commanding a room when they were on a reconnaissance...

Eira turned her gaze to that of her husband to be's. "One more dance, to please the sycophants in this room." She murmured with a practiced smile. They certainly were holding attention of many onlookers, some praising them aloud and others raising a glass to Leovold for his match. "This night...

A short note would find it's way to the man in the morning, accompanied by a glass blown sun dragon. Leovold I write you a letter on Heart and Hearth Day to wish you well, and that I cannot wait for the day of our wedding day. Your bride to be, Eira

Eira could not help the whimper. She had been too wrapped up in Cullen's presence that her brother's arrival had caught her by surprise. He held her in a way that she could not get out from so easily, not when he was much stronger than her. She gritted her teeth, sad and dark eyes looking to...

Something threatened to break inside her the moment his touch was on her skin. She went to it, held his hand and came to the bars as close as it would allow them both to be. "Oh Cullen." Her smile was sad, wobbling as she fought back the tears again. "I cannot fault you for wanting to share...

His voice warmed her still cursed her with defenses and distance. He was pushing her away, just like that, and it frustrated her. "I do not want his name." She gritted out, drawing in a breath to calm her tears. Eira could not see where his face was, but she took a shot in the dark to fix her...

Cullen was unarmed in his cell but his tone dripped with the blood that collected from the wound in which his words cut into her. Her breath caught, and she felt as if it was stuck there in her chest. She felt weightless, glad to have held onto the bars to keep her from swaying, but Eira's...

Eira was a woman of emanating anger as she stormed past those standing guard. She came to a stop once she saw Fedyr, the shameless flirt no longer wearing his trademark smirk or possessing the spark of mischief in his eyes. He stood taller, over a foot taller than her, but she withered him with...