Daring. That was what she was, Eomer thought, watching her dance in the Golden Hall before the dais. The whole evening she kept her eyes on him, an amused, yet daring expression seeping through their moment eye locking. For a princess to behave that way – a Gondorian Princess at that! - made Eomer's curiosity to know her better peak. It was a silent communication between them; those momentary glances that made Eomer catch his breath. What was she playing at? Was she like this towards all men? Then again, how many men had touched her the way he had touched her early that morning two days ago. After all, she was Imrahil's daughter.
He began to prowl the outskirts of the hall, his hands casually clasped behind his back, watching her, as he went, making sure she remained within his eyesight. For a moment, he saw her lose sight of him and quickly turn her head about in all directions in an attempt to find him. Eomer smirked and moved behind the nearest pillar, out of sight. If she had a game in mind to play with him, he would certainly play it back to her. He wanted her; he admitted it silently to himself. But did she want him? He was not sure, for the daring looks and amused expressions, it made him feel that she was nothing more than entertained by his actions, not enticed.
Well then, little princess, he thought, moving out from behind the pillar, if your game is to make yourself amused by my actions, then I shall lure you into my web of attractions. I will make you want me more than you have wanted anything before.
Lothiriel laughed joyously with her brother, Amrothos as they walked over to their seats by their father. Eomer made this his opportunity. He strolled ever so casually up to the princely family, nodding his acknowledgement to the ruling prince. "Friend, may I be as bold as to ask your daughter for her company tomorrow noon for a ride out into the plains? Of course a guard shall accompany us." The young king saw Lothiriel's eyes narrow with suspicion, uncertainty. She turned to her father for his answer.
Imrahil smiled, his eyes alight with delight. "Certainly, Eomer King. You are the only man outside my family to whom I could faithfully entrust my daughter's wellbeing. What say you, Lothiriel?"
Lothiriel silently inhaled, her face to some degree losing its colour. She smiled at her father, turning her attention to the golden haired man before her. "I shall be honoured and pleased to accompany you tomorrow, my lord."
Eomer smiled, feeling satisfaction coming over him. He turned to leave, allowing a wide grin to come across his face. This was going to be quite entertaining! He was definitely looking forward to tomorrow, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. There was no way he would be able to sleep tonight, thinking up ways to make this little princess blush, stutter, feel out of her comfort zone. There had to be a weak spot he could charm. This was definitively going to be fun!
Let the games begin!