Thanasis always loved the summer months. The sun brought a light that everyone craved, even the godlike drakes that took to the sky. Orissa loved feeling the warmth of it, of which her mother and her lady maids warned her not to stay too long in the sunlight in fear her skin would darken too much before her own wedding.
The private gardens that the Princess insisted on making her oasis was large enough to fit her dragon. The two bonded lazed in the sun, Orissa sat beneath the extended wing of her Ransa and he also insisted his bonded not get a sunburn before her nuptials. At least the day was warm, and Orissa was glad for the shade as she leafed through yet another book written of fiction.
She had invited Jensen over many times throughout the past two months of their engagement, a month still to go before the big day was upon them. Twice a week they would meet, of course if his duties on the Wall and surrounds permitted so, but she got to see more of Thanasis through his eyes. Each time he came to the Palace, it was filled with lessons with one of the council members educating him on royal decorum, and in hopes to apologise for all the finery, Orissa would treat him to a light meal and take his mind off of things with her famous and refreshing drink of choice this summer. Fruits infused in wine, it was the very kind of indulgence Orissa was glad for in the warmth of the day.
Orissa peered up from her book, looking to see if the hushed sounds of footsteps belonged to Jensen at all, sitting upright as her book already half closed with anticipation. They had not been able to meet for two weeks now, but this week's invitation had recieved an acceptance. Before her, protected from the sun, was a picnic laid out with small treats and cut sandwiches. A pitcher of sangria awaited to be poured, and Orissa pursed her lips, ready to unleash her smile on her fiance.
The private gardens that the Princess insisted on making her oasis was large enough to fit her dragon. The two bonded lazed in the sun, Orissa sat beneath the extended wing of her Ransa and he also insisted his bonded not get a sunburn before her nuptials. At least the day was warm, and Orissa was glad for the shade as she leafed through yet another book written of fiction.
She had invited Jensen over many times throughout the past two months of their engagement, a month still to go before the big day was upon them. Twice a week they would meet, of course if his duties on the Wall and surrounds permitted so, but she got to see more of Thanasis through his eyes. Each time he came to the Palace, it was filled with lessons with one of the council members educating him on royal decorum, and in hopes to apologise for all the finery, Orissa would treat him to a light meal and take his mind off of things with her famous and refreshing drink of choice this summer. Fruits infused in wine, it was the very kind of indulgence Orissa was glad for in the warmth of the day.
Orissa peered up from her book, looking to see if the hushed sounds of footsteps belonged to Jensen at all, sitting upright as her book already half closed with anticipation. They had not been able to meet for two weeks now, but this week's invitation had recieved an acceptance. Before her, protected from the sun, was a picnic laid out with small treats and cut sandwiches. A pitcher of sangria awaited to be poured, and Orissa pursed her lips, ready to unleash her smile on her fiance.