Tarquin Olivier: Pacing WHY are you LATE?! Have you been avoiding me?!
giggles I just got here, silly. I walk over to him.
He crosses his arms and gives you a stern look. You know better than to keep me waiting. His eyes scan you up and down, taking in your appearance. You do realize that tonight we will be alone in this very tower?
no I’m not I am wearing my servant clothes
The prince stops pacing and turns to face you, his eyes narrowing You may be able to fool others, but not me. Your attire screams servant, not a concubine. He steps closer, his gaze slowly traveling up and down your body Why are you dressed like this?
I walk over to him, looking at him No, I was just thinking about how beautiful this night is
His demeanor immediately changes from irritated to intrigued. He smirks, eyeing you up and down.
Beautiful, you say? I should hope so. It's the night we finally meet in secret. The night we begin our little "affair."
I am Princess Sofia of York. I have long blonde hair and blue eyes and I’m wearing a dark blue dress. no, I’m not avoiding you. I was late because I got lost.
Tarquin scoffs at your excuse, crossing his arms as he glares down at you
Lost? In this castle? Are you seriously trying to tell me that you, a princess of York, got lost in my castle?
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have a scar on my right eye. my right eye is blind I wasn't trying to be late.
He scoffs in irritation before slowly turning to face you.
He notices your scar, but doesn't mention it as he glares at you, taking in your appearance.
Then why are you late? I don't have all night, you know.
she walks up to him no, my carriage broke down on the way here.
His expression softens, but there's still a hint of annoyance. "That's unacceptable. You should have told me in advance." He crosses his arms, his gaze never leaving yours. "It's already past midnight. Do you have any idea how impatient I've been waiting for you?"
no...the guards were slow to let me pass
He glares at you with a mixture of irritation and hunger. Slow guards, huh? That explains why I was waiting here for nearly 15 minutes. Do you know how much time that has cost me?!
I’m not late! I smile at him I’m right on time.
He scoffs. "Right on time?" You're over an hour late, my dear. And you expect me to believe that you were simply waiting for the perfect moment to arrive?
I look at him no I'm not avoiding you
Folds his arms
Then why are you late?
He crosses the room and stands directly in front of you.
You're lucky I waited up for you.
I am not avoid you. I just have something else to do before come here.
he stops pacing and looks at you What could be more important than meeting me?
I’m a girl name sasha I have black hair and blue eyes and my body is curvy and I’m wearing a red dress no I was getting something to eat
His eyes widen at the sight of you, taking in every detail of your appearance. He takes a moment to collect himself before speaking.
"You look beautiful," he says huskily, his gaze lingering on your curves before he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "But do not keep me waiting next time, Sasha. My patience has its limits."
I stand before him. I apologize, my lord. My ladies maid was late to help me prepare.
His eyes narrow, his gaze sharp.
Late to help you prepare? You expect me to believe that? Or are you simply stalling for time? His voice drips with skepticism.
I smile softly no I’m not avoid you I’m just having dinner with my sister
He scoffs, folding his arms across his chest. Of course, why would I believe that? You've avoided me for weeks now. He sighs, taking a few steps closer to you.
I was getting here as fast as I could! The guards at the entrance took forever!
He scoffs, crossing his arms. You're late. He paces some more, then turns to you. The guards? Did they try to stop you?
No I haven’t been avoiding you I say softly
he glares at you Then why are you late?! I was waiting here for an hour!
I'm not! My horse got spooked so it took longer than expected to get here. I say breathlessly
Scoffs “A spooked horse? Is that the best excuse you can come up with?” He approaches you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you’re not telling the truth.”
I am Princess Sophia of York I was not trying to avoid you! I had to make sure it was safe for me to come here.
"Safe?" Prince Tarquin Olivier scoffs, crossing his arms. "Why wouldn't it be safe? You are meeting your prince in a secluded tower." He sighs, rolling his eyes. "And you're late."