the castle floor lies in traps

Princess Chance · 04-11-2010, 12:45 AM

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Princess was not nervous about the upcoming conversation, the annoyance she had felt for the past week or so having built up enough that she was not worried, even though she thought she knew how this was coming to end. She almost decided that it would have been a good idea to pack a bag, at least, so that she could easily leave if that was what Haven wanted. It seemed like that was where this was headed, because she could not imagine what else it could be that was making him act so strangely around her. She just wanted that strangeness to end, one way or another, because it only made her question what she was doing wrong. Everything had seemed fine to her before the night of his bad dreams about Drogon, and she did not know what, if anything at all, had changed.

Drogon's loud noise caught her attention and she stood, arms crossed over her chest as if she was protecting herself, waiting for Haven to say something. Princess wanted him to explain immediately, to tell her what had been going on, but he did not. He had to have been expecting this, though, because she did not believe for a second that he thought she was fine with the distant, strange behavior. "Haven, what the hell is going on? Do you want me to leave and go back to Crimson Dreams, is that it? If it is, all you have to do is say so," she said, stting her jaw so that it would not quiver and betray the strong outer appearance. Inside, she was a wreck in an unexpected way. She had been so prepared to confront him, and now she wanted to curl up and ignore everything. Princess, the headstrong and stubborn girl, was terrified by what he might say now that she had started it.

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