"Life is the flower for which love is the honey." - Victor Hugo
Thayet watched the Prince for a few moments before sighing heavily. Motioning to him silently with a slender hand she move silently to the back of the garden. Moving swiftly through the garden she couldn't help but laugh as the 'graceful' Prince stumbled over straying branches of the plants in the garden. Moving to the well-rusted gate in the back she turned to gaze at the Manor. Light from candles flooded it inside, and no loud noises could be heard other then Larissa's obnoxious laughter. Apparently the pigs hadn't caught that their beloved Prince was escaping from them.
Rolling her blue eyes she lifted the latch on the gate, wincing as it squeeled in protest as she opened it. Next time she'd have to remember to oil it well. Turning around quickly to see if anyone had opened the door to see what the noise was she felt relief flow through her as the wooden door remained closed. Pushing the gate open she slipped out, moving over so the Prince could slip through and couldn't help but shiver when his forearm brushed her arm. Thayet had no idea why her body was betraying her so. Attraction to him would do her no good, he was better then her, and by now he'd guessed that much.
Closing the gate behind them Thayet walked towards the stables. Prince Alix was safe now, they were close enough to the stables now that if the Twits realized their future husband was gone they wouldn't be able to catch him on horse back. Shaking her head Thayet felt a few blonde curls slip from her bun and cascade around her face, illuminating her in the moonlight. And in that moment Alix stopped, his own blue eyes focused on the stranger leading him towards the stables. Something was curious about her. She was a servant, that much was obvious, but she was built like a noble, other then the muscling in her arms. Something about her propelled him to start a conversation, not just her exquisite beauty but something inside.
"So you work for the Missus?"
Okay, it wasn't his smoothest line and by the way Thayet stopped to glare at him he felt he'd hit a sore spot. Interesting. Most people of her status understood they could never move up inside but the girls' emotions playing out on her beautiful face said that she felt like something had been stolen from her.
"What do you think? Yes, but I shouldn't have to. My father owned this Manor before he passed awhile back. No will was found so Step Mother inherited it all, and I became her personal slave. So, yes, I do work here."
Thayet couldn't help the snippyness in her tone. The Prince was a terrible conversation maker, also he had no right to make conversation with her. She was lower then dirt to him. Or so she thought.
"That doesn't seem fair, I suppose you couldn't leave either.."
His lyrics dropped in a loss as they moved again, entering the stables. Thayet didn't push him for more, just crept past the sleeping stable boy to where the Princes' black stallion was in the stall. The horse eyed her, his whites rolling up as he snorted and released an ear-splitting whinny. Slipping into the stall Thayet moved towards the massive animal cooing softly to him in a sweet song.
"There was a youth, a cruel youth,
Who lived beside the sea,
Six little maidens he drowned there
By the lonely willow tree.
As he walked o'er with Sally Brown,
As he walked o'er with she,
And evil thought came to him there,
By the lonely willow tree.
O turn you back to the water's side,
And face the willow tree,
Six little maidens I've drowned here,
And you the seventh shall be.
Take off, take off, your golden crown,
Take off your gown, cried he.
For though I am going to murder you
I would not spoil your finery.
Oh, turn around, you false young man,
Oh turn around, cried she,
For 'tis not meet that such a youth
A naked woman should you see.
He turned around, that false young man,
And faced the the willow tree,
And seizing him boldly in both her arms,
She threw him into the sea.
Lie there, lie there, you false young man,
Lie there, lie there, cried she,
Six little maidens you've drowned here,
Now keep them company!
He sank beneath the icy waves,
He sank down into the sea,
And no living thing wept a tear for him,
Save the lonely willow tree." (The Willow Tree, John Renfro Davis)
The song ended and Thayet reached up to gently caress the stallions dial. The timid animal was practically eating out of her hand and Alix had never been more stunned. So not only was the Servant girl a abused Noble's daughter, she was an animal-speaker. His deep eyes focused on her as she whispered into the stallions ears as he relaxed further on, his head dropping rest against her stable chest as she spoke words unknown to humans to the horse.
Thayet had no idea what came over her. One minute she was singing a lovely tune to the stallion and next, she was understanding everything about him. It was a sort of telepathy. She whispered cool words in a foriegn tongue to his ear and he responded through her mind. Completly bewildered she stepped back, releasing his large head and turning to the Prince who was staring at her with an unreadable emotion on his face. This had happened to her before once. A Noble had visited the Manor once, lost and trying to find a place to stay overnight and Thayet had to take care of his horse and she'd heard the horse speak to her, in her mind.
At times she believed she was going crazy. Even the Prince though, seemed to pick up on something interesting going on. Of course there were whispers of people throughout the kingdom being able to speak to animals but it was a hushed practice.
"I think you should go now."
Thayets tone came out clipped and suprisingly a bit harsh. Currently she was too stunned to function completly well but the Princes' responding words soon threw her off again.
"Come with. Leave this tattered Manor and come to stay at the Palace. I can get you a job in the stables easily."
Something came over Alix and he felt the need to shelter the blonde beauty. She was not weak in the least but she was special. And a hidden part of his heart craved to find out more for her.
As for Thayet, she was both amazed by his offer and radiating heat. He had just insulted her and looked quiet smug about it. As if she'd ever accept his offer! Thayet could never leave the Manor it was her home..Well she supposed it was her home, it was never hers, and at times she felt like she belonged to some greater purpose. Was moving to the Palace and gaining a job in the Royal Stables a greater purpose?
"Well I couldn--"
Thayets words were abruptly cut off as a harsh scream rent the night time, followed by the ironically loud screaming of her Step Mother.
"GIRL!! GIRL!! GIRL I SAY COME HERE THIS INSTANT THE PRINCE IS MISSING!"
Wincing as she was called as if she was nothing more then dirt Thayet looked towards the stable exit. Her eyes trained on it as she awaited for someone to come barging in. She was in for it now. Step Mother would blame everything on her and she'd recieve the worst beating yet. But within moments Thay felt her body being lifted from the ground and a suprised yelp escaped her lips as she was lifted on horseback. By the Prince! Shock ran through her slender body as he positioned her easily infront of him, wrapping his muscled arms around her torso and kicking the stallion into motion so they flew out the stables, nearly knocking a half delrious Larissa to the ground.
"You'll thank me later."
The Princes words were spoken into her ears as her blue eyes scanned around them as she tried to comprehend what was going on, and why the gorgeous Prince had lifted her up and took off with her! Before fury could devour her emotions Thayet couldn't help but enjoy the electricity radiating off of his skin. Wherever his body touched hers she tingled and felt a shiver race down her spine. Thayet closed her eyes and leaned back into his muscled chest. It wasn't everyday a simple girl got to be in the arms of a gorgeous Prince in the dead of night!
"I think that later I should enjoy very much hitting you for stealing me from the Manor."
Slight anger laced her words as her eyes remained closed. Her hair escaped from its once neat bun and spilled around them, the stallions long, galloping pace set her blonde curls off in several directions. A chuckle from behind her told her well enough that Prince Alix had seen through the anger of her words as a low threat. Irriatation swept through her but Thayet tried to calm herself. As soon as he let her off she'd show him.
"I think, Miss Thayet, that I shall very much enjoy you being around in the stables!"
Oh the nerve of the insufferable man!
