Recent content by Paetr

"Of course, a perfect idea," he repeated. He smiled at his own cleverness. She knew what their northern homes were like, but it seemed she would prefer the cold to isolation and loneliness. He stroked one large hand down the length of red hair and let her find solace against him. The...

He nodded slowly. At first there was a look of disinterest on his face. Then that slowly morphed into panic. He glanced over her shoulder, actually looking for one of his advisors. This was outside of his comfort zone. He considerations for women's garments only went as far as a remarkable...

"Well..." he said, seeing the fire in her eyes. For once, he was quite silenced by her expression. He simply swayed with her in his arms. Paetr gave a small shake of his head, as if drawing himself back to reality. "But of course you are so bold!" he declared. "Why you might have seemed a...

My dearest Seryn, I should have delivered your gift earlier, but now I am glad to be able to write your letter. You see I also had a gift made of black thread and it is also for holding your favourite sword. Wear it tonight to dinner beneath your dress. Am I not so clever with words? Paetr.

"Then..." he replied, "I shall miss you a great deal tonight and wait for you early at dawn to take you away." He gently swayed her to the music. No one was watching them. They moved together and simply enjoyed the peace. Paetr leaned back and frowned down at her. He kept both hands at her...

When she bit at her lip it made his heart flutter. Perhaps in all his words and promises the shape of his own feelings had changed. He was a man who always wanted the next thing. Coveting Seryn who would make such a fine match was natural. In all his letters and with all the delays, he thought...

"Do you think that we would feel this way just by being introduced?" Paetr asked. He pulled her gently into a slow spin, glancing over his shoulder back through the trees towards the fête. It amused him to think that her tights still carried the damage from their journey over. "He might have...

"But of course they could!" he agreed firmly, though he looked put out by a lack of a dance floor. It was a pleasant enough fete, not quite the debauched night court winter gala. "Do not think yourself too much in his debt, we became a match quite on our own." Paetr stepped away. The band had...

"With just a dance?" he mused. He put his boots back on, stood up and held out his hand for her. "Are you saying that another with a better step might have stolen your heart from me?" Paetr laughed as he helped Seryn to her feet. He hooked his arm through hers and pulled her close. "So...

"Ah of course I will master this!" Paetr said. With her observation his confidence was restored in full. He could take on any challenge. "But I think I would like to leave the ice now..." They headed for the edge of the ice. Walking on the grass was more difficult and he found a rock to sit...

Paetr pushed his toes inwards. He had to stop himself from falling over forwards, giving an undignified wave of his arms. The fae lord, a powerful Duanann and last in a line of powerful creatures slowed to a stop. Seryn slipped through his fingers. He looked down at the boots that had clearly...

"Perhaps these shoes are the wrong size," Paetr replied with a small huff. He took the offered hand. He placed his other on the ice. The cold from it wouldn't affect him anyway. Paetr might have made more of a fuss, but that smile of hers held his attention. Perhaps for Seryn he could suffer...

"I have not!" Paetr declared. He tied on his boots and stepped out onto the ice. He found his centre of balance and watched those on the ice. They kept one foot pointed forwards and pushed off with the other. "I'm sure I will pick it up quickly," he said as he pushed off. Paetr swore as he...

"I do suppose there was a flaw in my logic," he said. It was an admission he rarely made. However, it was something whispered behind his back frequently. He drank the rest of his wine. Paetr decided it was certainly best warm. By the time it was cold it was decided old and cheap wine hidden...

"Yes, oh, preparations, of course." There was a brief hint of panic on his face. That meant organising something. That panic slowly shifted as he started to think of all the demands he could make of his advisors to make it a truly memorable event. He drew his hand back slowly and crossed his...