The First Prince of the Sword is announced as he makes his entrance into the main chambers of the apartment. For once those light blue eyes do not show signs of taking in the room, and instead his eyes are specifically set on a letter delivered to a palace. For whatever reason, he is perplexed by the message, and as he enters the room further he finally gazes up. Theowyn has changed from the more official royal attire he was wearing earlier, and that well jewelled sword that he wears for special occasions has been replaced by a more usuable weapon. By the expression on his features, Theowyn certainly has relaxed some in the last few days, even though he is enjoying the calm before the storm that is likely happening in the next few months.

The sweet, but melancholy, melody of the harp is accompanied by Elyse's voice, though it ceases as the Prince is announced and Elyse rises from her seat, offering a curtsey to him. She seems curious, not having expected him at this time, but pleasantly surprised, to be sure.

Theowyn's eyes set on his Princess, and for that his smile broadens. The man might as well be mad for managing a smile, though he does so regardless, and he heads toward Elyse with pronounced steps. "Princess, have you received any messagr from a..." his eyes scan the letter. "Lord Nolan Iritande?" Theowyn does settle to business first, and even with the question he jumps to other thoughts. His approach is complete with a hand going unto Elyse's arm, offering himself to escort her to a place more comfortable. "Your play was beautiful..." he notes, this said with the warmth that shows in his eyes.

Elyse smiles, not resisting the escort and is easily lead to the sofa. The compliment is replied with a demure, "Thank you," and then puzzlement regarding the former, "No, I don't believe I have . . . why?"

"Well," Theowyn begins, though showing the confusion in his voice. "He comes by the request of Princess Tashana. She felt he may be of help in this matter of assassins." He stops short of the sofa, and turns toward Elyse. It is then that he offers a kiss, once again showing his scrambled mind as he shifts between topics. The kiss is light, and perhaps even appropriate, though likely hinting at more. "I'm surprised this matter was addressed to me. If he wishes to stay in the Palace as a guest of the Royal party from Kandor, then he can make arrangements through yourself. I assume he has appropriate documentation."

Elyse furrows her brow, "Tashana?" Her tone midly worried as well, though that is cut abruptly by the kiss, to which she returns warmly. Oh, how she has missed those lips today! Then sighs as the lips part, from yours and she listens to your further comment before responding, "Yes, if indeed, his claims are valid, I would imagine he would." She smirks a bit, "Tashana has seen only ten and four Naming Days . . . she demonstrates the impetuous character a young lady her age would. I have been surprised by her actions before. This would be another one, if indeed, it is at her direction."

Theowyn's fingers curl beneath your chin, claiming another kiss that is lengthy, and meant to linger far beyond the separation of their touch. "Chambers will be set for him then, once you have verified your claim. I'll leave this with your Lt. Commander, then?" Theowyn slips the letter back into his pocket. You can feel the movement of his hand across the curve of your waist, the motion drawing your closer to him a half step until their bodies press. Taking claim of another kiss, this one parting your lips for the playfulness of his tongue, Theowyn does break the kiss before it becomes too much so, though each time teasing for more.

Elyse smiles, moving her arms to clasp onto you and draw herself nearer with your direction, until her lithe form is pressed against yours. The two servants in the room avert their gaze, but do not remark on it further. The Courtship, afterall, has been approved by the King. Elyse responds to the kiss deeply, her tongue moving to dance a moment with yours before she pulls away, smiling warmly and sighing blissfully, "Yes, I'll send one of the other guards to retrieve him from his new post."

Theowyn sighs contently. The finges at your chin slip away in favor of your cheek, and while he holds you near, the heat of his body can be felt against yours. "My love, my heart," the lifting of his chest at each breath presses against your own, and while his tone holds the love he feels within, there is a hint of warning within his voice. "The next few months, I can not gaurantee my time to you." By the tone, Elyse could likely tell that it won't be as bad as it sounds, just more so then he is already. "Between us," he begins in explaination, intrusting only her, as he leans forward enough for his words to be a near whisper. "Three noble houses of the South were the victim of an investigation that was not approved by the Queen, myself, and Durnik said he knew nothing of it. Now they have realized this investigation, and will likely be pressing for answers. I have none for them..." Theowyn admits.

Elyse's brow furrows with concern as she continues to hold herself to you, her head set straight, unseeing gaze past Theowyn's shoulder, "Oh, my Darling," she murmurs, her tone reflecting both her disappointment and her understanding. She leans forward, lowering her head toward your chest, and whispers, "What can I do to help?"

With your resting head on his chest, his arm moves around your shoulders and presses you harder against him. The hug is well felt, and much needed, as he seeks to offer reassurance and seeks it the same. "You can be with me, Princess. That is what I need, someone that I can speak to without worry over trust or my words being spread elsewhere." Theowyn's chest rises with another deep breath. "I do realize this is not a triffle matter, you are the Princess of Kandor." The Prince closes his eyes, as a kiss settles on your forehead.

Elyse smiles, placing a caress on your chest, secretly wishing the suit wasn't there between her lips and your skin. She whispers, "Come, we can talk more freely on the balcony without fear of my chaperone's overhearing," an impish smile is supplied thereafter and she lifts her head from your chest.

His chest vibrates lightly with the held back chuckle. You could feel the hand moving through the back of your hair and to your neck before drawing you into a deeply set kiss, his lips parting yours beyond inappropriate, and into a kiss that hides no passions, his tongue returning to its playful and wanting nature. Even when Theowyn pulls away, only daring the kiss to be brief, he lets out a soft defiant sigh. "Indeed..." he agrees, and begins the escort toward the balcony.

Elyse returns the passionate kiss, her own desire expressed in the eager dancing of her tongue, and the subsequent wistful sigh as you pull away to lead her to the balcony. Its dark and a bit windy at this height, but the light from the opened doors to the sitting room is sufficient enough for those who can see to make out at least the gray shadows of the couple out on the balcony.

Once outside, Theowyn moves the edges of his cloak around your body and draws you to him as he leans against the edge of the railing. The warmth of his body is trapped beneath, and his lips move to search out more kisses, lighter then before, and encouraging for more. In between these short and light kisses he goes on. "My love...visit me on evenings you can, the path remains clear still, I assume?" The question is but a whisper.

Elyse grins, delivering small sweet caresses from her lips to yours in exchange, "Yes, of course, beloved. So even on the evenings where I do not receive purple flowers?"

"On those evenings I will be uncertain how late I will be with matters," Theowyn says with a regretful sigh, not changing that part of their arrangement, though wishing it was not necessary at all. "Is everything well with your visitting party, Princess? Your father hinted that the Lt. Commander would have instructions on how to handle our courting?" Theowyn was pleased not to see the man, of course.

Elyse presses her lithe, slender form against yours more, curling in the warmth of your body within the cloak and lowering her head to your chest once more, "Well, keeping my sister safe has been a rather distracting and unexpected concern of Sohai's lately. I can send for him if you wish to speak with him personally, my Prince?"

With one arm settled around your waist, the other around your shoulders, the clock is being held by being trapped between her body and his arms. Once satisfied in maintaining the warmth, he shakes his head. "Not at all Princess, I was only curious. The Lt. Commander will do his job, whatever his instructions, from the King. It is not my place to ask of it, not when your father did not release the details. Though I would rather have him here, with your sister. She is strong, and settled in her life. But I am sure she will come around, my love."

Elyse sighs somberly, still resting her head against your chest. And simply nods in response to your comment, her mood going gloomy once more at the mention of Kae. After a long moment of silence Elyse murmurs, "I love you, Theowyn."

Theowyn doesn't mention the strange dream that was revealed to him about Elyse, though he obviously has some reason to speak with the Lt. Commander in private. Not that he took much of what Reynard said to be the truth, but he certainly is showing more in concern for her safety. "I love you too..." the voice carries a certain longing as he gribs at her tighter, and then reaches to kiss her. "I look forward to what is to come for us." The good, he focuses on the good.

Elyse smiles gently, lifting her chin to expose her lips to yours approaching, and kisses you lightly--compared to before--then pulls away, her brow furrowing with concern, "Theowyn?" she whispers, "What is wrong? You can tell me now, if you want. Gherta and the others can see us, but not hear us from here," and who better but an expert on auditory range to determine that, "Something more has come to pass, Darling . . . I can sense it in your manner? Is it more of . . . Durnik? You seem moreover concerned for me than you have before . . . "

The closing of his eyes will be left unnoticed, but certainly his tone shows the strain of what he feels within. The grip tightens, and there is confirmation in his tone. "It is something a Guardsman told me, Princess," he states in a quiet tone, unsure of what to say and what not too. "He was one of the men that had been guarding me at the Barydar event. The Guardsman had an odd dream, he said it seemed too real, and it involved you. He said he could see an assassination attempt." The chill is set through his body, his arms holding you nearer and nearer, as they stand in the dark abyss of the night, with only the light from the main apartment to show their way.

For a long moment, perhaps seeming an eternity, Elyse makes no move, no sound. Indeed, even her breathing slows to be barely heard. Then she offers the same squeezing hug in return, "I understand," she says lightly, "And this guardsmen, he is a trusted source?" Her tone is careful, not wanting to insinuate Theowyn is over-reacting, but gently probing for veracity to the claim.

"I barely know the man." If the Prince could ever be accused of blurting his words, it would be now, though that only compared to his usual well paced speech. "It was a man I barely know with a dream that seemed real to him." Theowyn frowns at his own words. "I love you. I get scared for you, and its silly, I know. Thousands of people dreams a thousand different dreams, and yet this man felt compelled enough to tell me his."

Elyse tils her head to the side a bit, listening. There is another lengthy pause as she ponders, and then comments, "I should say, that must have taken alot of courage on his part, considering the ridicule he might have received over it. Perhaps it really did seem important for him to mention . . . " she smiles then, giving you a reassuring squeeze, "I love you, my Prince, and I don't plan on dying before living with you to a ripe old age and having many grandchildren. I promise you this, my love.

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Theowyn smiles fondly, reaching for your lips in a light kiss as he hears your words. "I threatened to send him to Rio Sedai, and I think I will insure she speaks with him. Dreams are sometimes not easily disregarded by the White Tower. Each Aes Sedai is taught how to protect herself from dreams that could bring harm..." his voice trails in that, taking a relaxing breath. "So perhaps Rio Sedai may speak with him on the matter. Certainly, if I had a dream on something not involving someone directly close to me, I would not share it with a stranger." Another kiss is taken, his smile broadening. "Many grandchildren?"

Elyse returns the light kiss tenderly, and then adds, "Yes, perhaps having Rio Sedai wtalk with him might be helpful," the grins playfully, "Well, yes, of course, given the number of children we will have."

Theowyn reacts the only way he can, he tickles! The cloak slips down your shoulders with the sudden tickling. "The number of children!" he exclaims with a chuckle, leaning you back. "Princess..." he is pleased, of course, his protests mockingly playful.

Elyse laughs merrily, a wonderful sweet pitch of laughter errupting as you tickle her and she protests physically, and obviously it is a futile attempt. Though it is good you have a firm grasp on her because she loses her balance in resisting your tickle and though her feet still touch the balcony floor, it is apparent she is only still upright, or leaning back, by simple virtue of you holding her. She grips you with her hands on your chest, her laughter subsiding, "Theowyn!" she exclaims at the tickling and subsequent dipping, but isn't truly alarmed, her grin is still a testimony to that.

After some of the laughter subsides, his words are most genuin. "My Princess is making beautiful plans..." The kiss is found next, his lips moving lightly across yours in a sensual embrace. "Has the marriage this afternoon set your heart hoping that our opportunity is soon approaching, my love?"

Elyse continues to grip you tightly, the mirth still expressed in her features though the laughter subsiding. She returns the tender kiss and nods, "Indeed. I believe it did, my Prince. Though I daresay my heart has been set to hoping the opportunity shall soon be approaching for some time now," her hand moves up from your chest, following the cut of your suit to find your chin and cradle your cheek next, her touch affectionate and warm. "Did you not wish that we were there in front making similar vows, my Heart?"

"I do, my love," Theowyn confirms his words honest and from the heart, his cheek slightly pressing against the touch of your hand. "I wish to take you to my chambers, to wake with you in the morning... to sit at my balcony while servants bring us breakfast. And to share, to share everything with you, my love." Theowyn's head tilts as he watches your eyes and your features, his breathing furthering as his desires become more difficult to hide. "We will have it, Elyse, when our time comes. I wish it to be soon."

"More than a year and a day," she states--neither forlornly, nor pleased at the prospect either. Her hand continues to caress your cheek, the slender fingers gently feeling their way across the surface of that side of your face and she smiles, somewhat wistfully, "I know we will have it. The Wheel Wove my arrival for this reason, our meeting, and our happiness. Nothing will deny it. No obstacle is great enough." She tries to lean forward towards your lips, seeking another kiss, "I love you so much, Theowyn."

Your search for the kiss is successful, his own pressing into yours and then guiding your head into a light tilt so that he may part your lips. And then further still, their parted lips leave room for the long strokes of his penetrating tongue, seeking out yours in a light game of tag and twist. Theowyn's muscular body moves well with your own, motioning back further as he simply devours you with the heated kiss that shows no signs of ending.

Elyse's breathing intensifies at the passionate kiss, and she returns it eagerly, herhands moving to rest on your shoulders, wrapping around to your back and pulling her heaving bosom more against your chest again. A small whimper of pleasure as her tongue moves alongside yours, dancing much more gracefully than her feet ever could. So absorbed in the kiss, she does not hear the knock at the door and the subsequent announcement of a guardsmen seeking the First Prince of the Sword.

The kiss is released, left uncomplete, though perhaps it would be better this way. It was the sort of kisses that leads a pair of lovers into the bedroom, sweeping them away to the pleasures of the bed. None that would be possible here, and perhaps with the safety more would happen then without. When Theowyn's lips part yours, a sigh escapes that's longing for more, and reluctant to have less. Theowyn's eyes catch on the matter at hand. "It seems I need to part..." he barely manages the words, his state of arousal and need reaching limits that clearly show.

Elyse sighs as well, clinging to you a moment longer as her lips part from yours, "I can't wait to make those vows that we made this afternoon, my Love. I can't wait to share my life with you . . . " she blushes, " . . . my bed with you," smiling shyly. "Shall I come and see you anon? Or tomorrow's eve? I guess I should wait to hear if you have sent purple flowers or not."

Theowyn's well sized hand cups your cheek, his eyes closing in an attempt to gain control of his body which screams to have you, to take you, to never release you. "The next evening will be best. I could not trust myself this evening, not with you so near and in my bed..." he whispers quietly.

Elyse nods, pressing her cheek more against your hand, "I understand, my Prince." She smiles, "I love you. Go now . . . tend to your country, and I will meet with you again in the morrow."

And with that, he does part, giving the time for your blush to fade before the servants come to make their retrieve. He remains well wrapped in his cloak as he heads out of the apartments, finding it easier to part quicker at first, though becoming way too longing of her later.