Elyse would have clung to Theowyn the whole way back, even going so far as to ask to ride with him on his mount. Shame written across her delicate Kandori features, even now that she is covered by Theowyn's coat, cause her to bury her face against his chest.

With a deligate motion, Theowyn places Elyse into the bed, though waiting for a servant to pull the covers so that he made tuck her in. He takes the time to remove his sword and boots, obviously wishing to stay for a bit of time. "I need to speak to the Princess alone, though I'm sure Leftanent would wish to stay and listen," he notes, though obviously the point of the Kandori guard not being a favored point on Theowyn's mind. With that said, he takes a sit on the bed, and reaches for Elyse's hand. "Love?"

Elyse moves to sit up a bit in the bed, though draws the covers over her mostly exposed bosom. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, her head bowed a bit, "Yes?" She seems reluctant to take his hand, ashamed as she is to have been discovered as she was, but does take Theowyn's hand in the end. The servant has cleaned up the dried blood from her lip and curtseys, obeying the Prince without a word and departing. Yoshu nods with an appreciative look to Theowyn, and remains in the room with the couple.

"Be honest with me, please," Theowyn's voice shows some hints of pain, and all this time he took no specific glance at her bossom, not her attire. Another night he might appreciate a Princess in the wenches outfit, but tonight he is far too distracted by worry. "What were you planning this evening? Why risk your life?"

There comes a regretful sigh before Elyse answers, "To gain information. The sender of the letter indicated he'd refuse to talk with anyone but myself." She lifts her chin a bit, an effort to appear brave, "I wasn't going to be there alone, but . . . the men I hired to look after me had other thoughts, it would seem." She frowns, and bows her head a bit again.

"And there is reason for the manner by which you were dressed?" Theowyn asks next, that part seeming to bother him as he shifts on the bed. The First Prince takes a deep breath, squeezing her hand in reassurance, though still somewhat displeased over matters.

Elyse shifts uncomfortably, turning her face away from the sound of Theowyn's voice, and replies, "Well, I couldn't very well go looking like a Princess . . . I had thought perhaps if I looked like a server . . . " she lapses into silence once more, her cheeks red as she closes her unseeing eyes and releases the grasp on Theowyn's hand, pulling away. Yoshu closes his eyes too, and wordlessly shakes his head. The Princess is brave, and in Chachin would have less to worry on--the Royals makes processionals through the city, after all. In Andor, her foolishness could have and nearly did, gotten her killed, or worse, her virture comproimised.

Theowyn eyes move down toward the bed as well, as he shakes his own head. "Elyse, this is still about the ring?" he asks quietly, moving into the bed as he slides his legs over the edge. The warmth of his touch can be felt against her cheek, as he urges her to look in his direction once more.

Elyse does turn her head back with Theowyn's urging, but her sightless eyes remained closed and she lets out another sigh with a reluctant nod, "Yes," she admits softly, "I hadn't wanted to concern you. You had your hands full with other, more important, matters. And I knew Uncle Timuri would not approve, nor would my guards cooperate. As it was I had to coherse my chambermaids lengthily. He claimed he had information on the ring, and I mean to find out what I can, and be rid of my enemies once and for all, Theowyn. Even if that means I must do it alone." Yoshu looks angry a moment, indignation evident in his features, but he still says nothing. How could the Princess trust him with her life and not trust him to cooperate? She didn't even give him the opportunity, and assumed too much.

Theowyn leans forward within the bed, placing a kiss upon her cheek as he strokes away a few strands of her blonde hair. "My love, you must trust us, to console with us on these matters," he urges quietly, though within knowing that none would have let her out of the palace as she wished. "My brave Princess, my very brave Princess..." With that light brushing of his lips, Theowyn pulls back a little. "You are well, otherwise? I hope you were not subject to that abuse for long. I... it..." Theowyn shuts down there, not wishing to express the anger he felt that moment when he saw her being man-handled by another guy.

Elyse doesn't reply on the issue of whether or not she should have consulted the others, but her head tilts, an effort to meet his caressing lips with her own, instead of her cheek. It is a tender gesture, not quite passionate, but certainly sensual. Her hands reach for Theowyn beside her, where they land depends on how he is sitting up beside her, but she clearly seeks him. A portion of the covers slip a bit, but not enough to reveal nothing that Theowyn hasn't already seen. Perhaps she doesn't know that Yoshu did remain, as the Prince suggested. He has yet to indicate his presence verbally. "I am unharmed," she answers truthfully, "I have received worse injuries, my Love." Her cheeks do flush a bit though as she mentally relives the ungentlemanly groping she received, and which Theowyn probably saw.

Theowyn twists within the bed to his side, laying lengwise in parrelel to her. Returning the gesture in holding her hand, the other hand props his head up as he lays sideways. "We made the necessary arrests, though that was not a good place to be taken too. Murandy were everywhere," he notes, though this time his voice is more casual. "Love... your bravery is uncompromised, but there are precautiouns we can offer you that you would not gain by yourself. Isn't that right?" he looks to the guard at the door.

Theowyn twists within the bed to his side, laying lengwise in parrelel to her. Returning the gesture in holding her hand, the other hand props his head up as he lays sideways. "We made the necessary arrests, though that was not a good place to be taken too. Murandy were everywhere," he notes, though this time his voice is more casual. "Love... your bravery is uncompromised, but there are precautiouns we can offer you that you would not gain by yourself. Isn't that right?" he looks to the guard at the door.

Yoshu nods and adds for the Princess's benefit, "Yes, Your Highness," his mood more contemplative than indignant as before. Elyse tilts her head a moment and listens, then nods, sighing softly, "Perhaps." She is still not entirely convinced her decision wasn't without merit. If only her mercenary bodyguards had been trustworthy. She takes one hand away from Theowyn to tug a bit more on the covers over her bosom. "I do not wish to be an inconvenience any more than I already have. If I can discover this ring I am supposed to have . . . or at the very least some information on it . . ."

Theowyn's next words are more firm, though flooding with warmth and love. "You are never an inconvenience, love. Never. Whether matters are personal to you, or if you have issues of a political nature, you need to share..." more urging, and with the way he stresses his voice, he might hint that this is an official need as well as a personal one. A light smile forms, as he too helps her move the covers to her neck to cover her up. "And where in the Light did you find such a dress. Princess!" the exclaimation attempts to place light on the subject.

The blush deepens and she nods, "I'll seek your council in the future, my Prince," the firm quality of his words moving her more than the words themselves. She never likes to be a disappointment to those she admires and loves. She shifts in the bed, unused to such a contricting bodice, "I had one of may chambermaids fashion it." her voice meek, "It's truly an uncomfortable contraption. I'll be glad to be out of it." That last comment could be taken in more than one way, though her blush suggest it was more meant with innocence than otherwise. Yoshu bows at that and suggests, "I have some investigation to conduct, Your Highnesses. By your leave." Nope, not like Sohai at all, "I can send a servant in, if Her Highness wishes to change?" With Theowyn there? Man, this guy is liberal.

Theowyn blinks a few times, though turns his head toward this man. There is a brief pondering, before he simply nods. "Thank you, your men did well this evening." Theowyn is still clearly surprised at actually being left alone with the Princess. With that, there's actually a light chuckle that comes to his lips, the man turning once more to focus his attention on the Princess. "Your chambermaid has a creative imagination in her design of the outfit. I'd hate to think she was attempted at a modest server's dress."

Yoshu waits for Elyse's accompanying nod and bows once more before departing. They are alone, though clearly a servant will be arriving soon. Elyse blushes once more, her hands coming to rest on the covers that hide her very exposed bosom, "Is it terribly dreadful? I never know what to think of my chambermaids' interpretation of my appearance." The reality of the limitations of her blindness causing her to frown slightly.

"It is revealing," Theowyn notes what was very obvious to him, as he shakes his head lightly with amusement, moving to place a light kiss upon the curve of her neck. "Beautiful even, if only for the privacy for yourself and your husband," he adds in a lighter comment, taking a content sigh. "I'm so glad you are save, Princess. I had a report of your departure from the Palace, one that made me suspect to that very fact. The concern layed heavy on me." More kisses are placed on the warm flesh of her neck, his breath heavy against her skin.

Elyse actually grins, arching her neck and leaning more to Theowyn's affections and attentions, her hands moving to lay upon him gently. A contented mrrr escapes her with an exhaled breath, "My Prince . . . " as the top of the covers begin to inch down with the movement of her lithe, supple body as she shifts a bit more to better conform to his musculature, then an amused chuckle, "Perhaps I should steal myself away to the taverns more oft if this will be your reaction to my safe return."

"When we are married, you will not escape beyond our chambers with such an outfit," Theowyn states, closing his eyes as he feels the touch of her form against his. As he reaches around to the other side of her, his body does adjust itself more ontop of her own. The light kisses move up to her ear, where his tongue lightly licks at her earlobe.

With a nod, Elyse responds in a whisper of breath, "As you wish, my Prince," she smiles, her lips leaning as she tilts her head towards where he delivers sweet kisses for her earlobe, hoping to meet those tender lips with her own. Her bosom heaves as she breathes heavily, her amrs wrapping around the Prince as he resituates himself to be more on top of her. Her soft flesh pressing against him with a fire, a yearning unspoken.

Theowyn's do continue with their light kissing, the brushing against her cheek continues until he finds her nose. There he offers a playful nip. Just after that, a smile broadening on his features, he reaches to kiss her own lips with the barest of touch, allowing their yearning to fester as he teases them both without kissing her with that need he feels within.

A soft moan, and Elyse leans up, sensing the barest caress of his lips and wanting more. "Oh, Theowyn," she murmurs, her hands gliding across his back affectionately. The need burns within her, and she shifts a bit under the covers to adjust the angle of her legs for mroe comfort and . . . pleasure . . . she is breathless with desire, her supple warm breasts pressing up against him.

The adjustment of Elyse's legs causes Theowyn to move further overtop. Theowyn urges the kiss to be deeper, though he does not hurry in the motions of his tongue, as they part her lips and penetrate within to move against her own. The heat of his body, that lust, as the heat of his member press against her skin through the layers of cloth and bed-sheets.

Elyse returns the kiss passionately, her tongue twirling in a dance with Theowyn's as his tongue penetrates past her lips. Breathing through her nose, and strong with desire for him that she is, her bosom can't help but deepen the heave, pressing with a sort of firey urgency against him as he lies atop her. Her hips slide against him in a manner seeming all too natural, primal almost, as her sensual body moves on instinct now. Her fingernails press slightly against the material on his back as she continues to hold him to her warm, soft form, welcoming him to her. "Oh, Theowyn," she murmrus again, breathless before lapsing once more into the passionate kiss, "I love you . . . " And it is at this unfortunate moment that a knock comes from the door.

The motions of their bodies are far too natural, Theowyn's own pressing against her naturally welcoming curves. As the kiss deepends, his breath is longer, his chest rubbing on hers. The knock on the door is expected, though it still surprises him. Theowyn's head finds a place to hide within her shoulder before he reluctantly slides from her lithe form. "Interrupted as always, the Wheel Weaves to insure your virtues, my love."