Silversong Outake
Posted as per request of V.
While the rain wasn’t a downpour, it was strong enough to be uncomfortable. The flowers in the gardens were unusually bright, considering the dismal color of the sky. Aurelie thought that was probably the influence of Dante, who seemed to have a magic touch with roses.
The slick stones, made her trek more difficult, as Aurelie was unaccustomed to tramping through the garden in the rain. Even now, she’d much rather be up in her rooms playing with the stolen fairy lute that Thierry had gifted her after they had returned to court. At least there was a merry fire in her rooms. Out here the chill of the wind and the rain drove her mood into a downward spiral. Stupid Thierry and his secret meeting places…
Aurelie turned the corner to the back side of the garden and pulled out the key that Thierry had left on a ribbon on her door. The door to the place he had told her about was difficult to find, as tendrils of ivy covered it so that Aurelie had to trace her hands along the wall to find a crack, and then the key hole. The door stuck a little, and she had to lean her whole body against it to get it to budge; something she wasn’t pleased to do in the rain.
Inside, the canopy of the trees shielded her from the rain. Aurelie picked her way over the moss covered path to a set of stone benches in the center of the garden. Thierry strode in a circle in the middle, as if contemplating an elaborate pattern in the stones. Aurelie huffed as she watched him. His eyes snapped up as the sound reached his ears.
“There you are. I was wondering if you were going to decline our meeting today.” He crossed the short spanse between them in a few fluid strides. He gripped Aurelie’s shoulders tight, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her eyes caught his and he smiled before he leaned down and kissed her deeply.
She didn’t know how long she stood there, with the hood of her cape falling over her shoulders and the chill of the spring wind kissing her cheeks, for all she truly felt was the pressure of Thierry’s lips on her and the warmth of his hands on her. He pulled away as abruptly as he had come, and stared at her.
“Aurelie,” he paused.
“Out with it, sir, or we’ll both catch our death of cold.” She crossed her arms and pouted.
Thierry shook his head and grinned at her exasperation. If there was one thing he knew about his Lady, it was that she held no emotions back. He took her hand and gently rubbed his thumb over his knuckles as he thought of what to say to her. He sucked in a deep breath and started over.
“Aurelie, I want you to know, that I intend to ask your uncle for your hand. Tonight.” He looked away, unsure of what her reaction might be.
A mischievous sparkle played in Aurelie’s eyes. “Oh, you may ask, but I am not sure the answer you will get. Uncle is very protective over me.” She spoke with her highest court voice. “Or what I will say in reply.” Her wicked grin grew as Thierry looked back at her.
“You’ll be mine,” he said. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
While the rain wasn’t a downpour, it was strong enough to be uncomfortable. The flowers in the gardens were unusually bright, considering the dismal color of the sky. Aurelie thought that was probably the influence of Dante, who seemed to have a magic touch with roses.
The slick stones, made her trek more difficult, as Aurelie was unaccustomed to tramping through the garden in the rain. Even now, she’d much rather be up in her rooms playing with the stolen fairy lute that Thierry had gifted her after they had returned to court. At least there was a merry fire in her rooms. Out here the chill of the wind and the rain drove her mood into a downward spiral. Stupid Thierry and his secret meeting places…
Aurelie turned the corner to the back side of the garden and pulled out the key that Thierry had left on a ribbon on her door. The door to the place he had told her about was difficult to find, as tendrils of ivy covered it so that Aurelie had to trace her hands along the wall to find a crack, and then the key hole. The door stuck a little, and she had to lean her whole body against it to get it to budge; something she wasn’t pleased to do in the rain.
Inside, the canopy of the trees shielded her from the rain. Aurelie picked her way over the moss covered path to a set of stone benches in the center of the garden. Thierry strode in a circle in the middle, as if contemplating an elaborate pattern in the stones. Aurelie huffed as she watched him. His eyes snapped up as the sound reached his ears.
“There you are. I was wondering if you were going to decline our meeting today.” He crossed the short spanse between them in a few fluid strides. He gripped Aurelie’s shoulders tight, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her eyes caught his and he smiled before he leaned down and kissed her deeply.
She didn’t know how long she stood there, with the hood of her cape falling over her shoulders and the chill of the spring wind kissing her cheeks, for all she truly felt was the pressure of Thierry’s lips on her and the warmth of his hands on her. He pulled away as abruptly as he had come, and stared at her.
“Aurelie,” he paused.
“Out with it, sir, or we’ll both catch our death of cold.” She crossed her arms and pouted.
Thierry shook his head and grinned at her exasperation. If there was one thing he knew about his Lady, it was that she held no emotions back. He took her hand and gently rubbed his thumb over his knuckles as he thought of what to say to her. He sucked in a deep breath and started over.
“Aurelie, I want you to know, that I intend to ask your uncle for your hand. Tonight.” He looked away, unsure of what her reaction might be.
A mischievous sparkle played in Aurelie’s eyes. “Oh, you may ask, but I am not sure the answer you will get. Uncle is very protective over me.” She spoke with her highest court voice. “Or what I will say in reply.” Her wicked grin grew as Thierry looked back at her.
“You’ll be mine,” he said. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”