Kyera walked back to the house, and Raina smiled at her, greeting her with a smile . "Lady Kyera, my father is in the Garden . He wishes to speak with you there, Please . " Raina told her careful to be more polite than she normally was . Typically there was no use for this formality between them but here, where others could hear she was striving to prove her Princess title .
"Thank you, Princess Raina . Would you mind showing me the way?" Kyera asked, curtsying to her student but only partially . There was a fine line between princess and her teacher . She had to show respect for the young princess, but there was only so far she was allowed to go as a teacher . The Princess should show her a certain amount of respect as well .
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"Certainly, Lady Kyera . I will show you to my father . " Raina replied and turned opening the door so Kyera could follow her through the home . As Moon she had traveled these halls on more than one occasion . She was well aware of where the garden desk was located . However, it was best she not reveal that now . Luckily she remembered to keep the memories of each separate .
The pair moved through the house . A few maids and man servants were cleaning and refreshing the water in the little altars throughout the house . She was relieved to see that they did so frequently, and often before the final meal of the day . This would allow for the most effective cleansing of the home . The smells of dinner were already filling the air as evening drew close . Kyera was surprised to see the garden doors were open, despite Moon not being home . She had known them to be drawn closed when she was not expected . Perhaps the Prince wanted to be prepared if she dropped in again? It was a sweet touch… and even Kyera couldn't deny it touched her deeply . She never expected to be so well accepted and provided for in the human's culture as a pure tiger, perhaps there was hope?
They turned the corner, around the edge of the trees separating his little cove from the rest of the garden path . Wind blew through the tree, making leaves dance to their own toon and drift down to the earth . Golds, reds, and oranges seemed to be the main colors of the little garden he called home . Fall was in full swing, causing the winds to be both chilly and colorful a trademark of the season . Clovis sat at his desk, the gold and blue robes wrapped around his form, fluttering slightly in the soft wind . His black hair fell loosely around his shoulders, a small section gathered at the back of his head and held in place with a simple silver pin . From it dangled a single crimson stone . His eyes were very focused as he looked over the documents on his desk . There was something different about him now, rather than the keen observer she was use to . It drew her in a little as she approached . Raina stopped and smiled at Kyera and turned to walk back to the house, unaware that her teacher was focused on her father, a gentleness in her gaze .
Clovis felt her gaze before she drew his attention to her . He glanced up, finding a different glow to his eyes that captivated him in return . A slow smile curved his lips as he placed his brush on the table again . "Kyera, welcome back, My lady . " He greeted and Kyera smiled walking closer to him . She curtsied to him before entering his little solace .
"Thank you, Prince Clovis . Raina invited me to dinner and said you had something to discuss with me . " Kyera offered as she pulled the chair across from him out . Clovis smiled and nodded at her .
"Yes, I was wanting to speak to you about something that I may need you to attend . " He agreed, sitting back and smiling at her . Her eyes narrowed slightly in the slightly distrusting expression he had come to expect from her . 'Who caused her to be so distrusting?' he wondered .
"What do you require of me, Fourth Prince?" Kyera asked, suddenly a bit more formal and distant than she had been moments before . He frowned slightly, not having expected that from her .
"Well I would like for you to be a guest at my Bride Ball . "
Chapter end
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