There was a bit of noise before Theowyn had entered the Kamikatsu apartment. Those that were carrying whatever they were carrying made it specific that Elyse was to be surprised (Queen's Guard no less). It was made clear that this is a gift form the First Prince, and soon enough Theowyn had made his entrance into the apartment. Taking Elyse as escort rather swiftly, Theowyn hushed away any words as he lead her into the bedchambers where the gift was carried through. Another point, rather blatant and one that might have the servants muttering, Theowyn escorted Elyse within and closed the door. At the door, he turns toward his Princess with a hinting smile that is shared on his voice. "My love, I have missed you," he admits, the strong and securing arm moving about your waist.

Without the fidgetiness of eager anticipation, Elyse's facial features do brighten with the mystery, a gift from her love, no less--from what she can determine between the activity and the whipers. She glides easily in on the Prince's arm, "And I you, my Heart." She doesn't ask what all this is about; she is a patient person in demeanour, though curiosity does persist in her expression. "All is well, I trust?" in a general inquiry.

Theowyn's brilliant blue eyes are more liberal as they look across your features, the Prince briefly pulling away to have his full sight of you before drawing you into a kiss. It is light, just teasing on passion, though enough reason to urge you closer against his form. "Indeed. Do you think the servants will leave us be here for a while?" he asks, eager over whatever it is that he has planned for this evening.

Elyse returns the kiss, and then, at your question, appears surprised, though pleased, "They are not here with us now?" Her head tilts in what she thinks is the direction of the door, trying to catch a sound of them on the other side--she's actually considerably off in direction, but no sounds comes from the door at this time in any case and so she has nothing to hear even if she were correct in the direction, "I suppose so, for a little while." Her tone indicates that she is uncertain.

Theowyn's hand brushes across your hip as he leans forward to steal away another brief kiss. "We'll enjoy the time we have," he encourages, and slowly begins to take more of an escorting position of the pair. "I have a gift. Well, in truth, I'm not certain how you will take it. But..." Theowyn shrugs, as a kiss brushes across your cheek. The Prince begins to lead you toward the fireplace.

Elyse grins somewhat giddily, barely managing to stifle a girlish giggle, "Anything from you, Darling, I know I will love." She leans a bit more into your warmth and escort as you lead her toward the fireplace.

Theowyn's hand slides across your buttocks as he guides you to a stop. "I'll remove your slippers," he informs, still holding a certain sense of amusement. Theowyn's hands slide across your curves as he moves down to a knee. Both his hands follow down to a single leg, fingertips brushing across your ankles as he begins to remove a slipper. "It is important to be bare-foot," he explains.

Goosebumps begin to grace the curves of her skin where Theowyn's hand caresses, particularly the ankle. A blush comes to her cheeks, though she is smiling warmly. She lifts her ankle as the Prince begins to remove the slipper and seems about ready to lose her balance, her hands reach out blindly for Theowyn or something else to stabilize her.

Theowyn's hand finds your wrist, as he shakes his head lightly. Still becoming accustomed to your blindness, he takes the hand and guides it to his thick shoulders. From there, Theowyn removes one slipper, and then the next. He does particularly take advantage of the position, brushing across the flesh of her ankles and foot. "All better?" he asks from bellow.

Elyse's features are painted a deep rose in a bashful blush, and she smiles and nods in answer. Then asks in a timid voice, "Why barefoot, my Prince?" Her hand gently remaining on the Prince's shoulder.

It would be difficult not realize the way Theowyn's eyes move across your figure as he slowly lifts to his full height. So near, his breath might almost be felt against your skin through the silks, near your hips and very close to your breasts. "Because it will be the first sensation of your gift," Theowyn explains in a hinting tone, and slowly he urges you forward. Your feet would step on the fur of a bear. Not exactly soft chances are, though certainly well treated and insured for comfort.

Succumbing to a chill of pleasure at what she thinks is a stolen moment of lechery, Elyse shivers a bit. It could be mistaken--with the goosebumps and the chill--that she is cold, yet the smile playing at her lips, and its widening when she first feels the fur of the bear beneath her feet. She gives a litling squeal of delight, her grip on the Prince's arm as he lead her, tightens noticeably--her toes flexing in a rather unfeminine way--how would she know what was unfeminine about toe-flexing?--and digs a bit further into the lush fur. At the squeal, however, there is a knock at the door, and a maid inquires in a muffled voice, "Your Highnesses? Are you alright?"

A light chuckle escapes Theowyn as his love squeals, and that only encourages Theowyn to lead you a few more steps unto the fur. "It is the trophy from the hunting trip some while ago," he explains in a near whisper, ignoring the servants request, and instead he moves to kiss you lightly on the neck. Short pecks, his lips lightly brush against your skin. "The servants require an explination," he notes with amusement, Theowyn's lips wrapping further around the curve of your neck.

Elyse clears her throat and calls out without really yelling, "Yes, we're fine. Thank you." But the grin is heard in her tone, to be sure, as she is lead further onto the bear skin rug, "Oh, Darling!" she whispers excitedly, "It's lovely! Oh, what a wonderful gift!" her arms move to try and catch the Prince in a warm hug, flushing slightly at the affectionate caresses bestowed upon her neck, but she doesn't resist one bit, "Oh! It's so large!" she comments innocently, referring to the rug, but the comment causes the door to open just the same and two officer guardsmen slip in with a polite, stiff bow to the Royals. They try to pretend they were heading in here anyway, each taking a flanking position to the bedchamber door, on this side.

The Prince could do nothing more then lean back in laughter, those kisses upon your head haulting as the guards enter, the laughter rich with amusement. "My love, you are too much." With an arm around your waist, he takes a step more behind you, and then begins to help you down upon the carpet. One hand already brushes against the fur, Theowyn rather enjoying it himself, and further shares. "It would be wonderful in the cold winters, where we can snuggle by the fire."

With the Prince's assistance, Elyse lowers to the bear rug, still smiling warmly. Perhaps the brightest smile to grace her features since the kidnapping. Her ankles stick out a bit from beneath her skirts, which are perhaps not as fanned around her lithe form as properly as her maidservants would have made them, but still covering most of her legs. "Oh, yes, by the fire. I can hardly wait to make better use of it. It is a large beast, though, my Love. What is it?" Was that an impish smile? If so it is gone as quickly as it came. The guards keep their gazes forward, unwilling to see any part of the Princess that propriety should refuse them in their stations. Once settled, Elyse does tilt her ear toward the sound of the guards' entrance, however, quirking a brow and tensing slightly, "Who goes there?" She has been quick to ask that in most situations, since her return, whereas before she was a bit more trusting of her environment.

"It was a seizable bear," Theowyn responds, still finding this all too amusing. The fondness for his Princess shows in both tone and expression. As you settle into the fur of the rug, Theowyn does dare to settle her dress to more proper form, likely doing so because they are not alone, and for no other reason. At the request, Theowyn looks to the door, and then to you. "Two of your guards have entered to insure your safety, my Princess," he explains, tone not missing the fondness in his voice.

At this, the guards bow once more, murmuring, "Your Highness," in a manner of greeting. Then resume their duty. Elyse blushes at her paranoia, but it doesn't compare to the blush she held earlier at her love's attentions. She smiles, "Thank you," seeming to include all three men in the room with that sentiment of gratitude and then clearing her throat softly, smoothing the skirt of her gown with her hands a bit, "A bear? Oh! The bear that injured Lord Turail?" She runs a hand across the fur, "Oh my, is it proper for me to have it? Shouldn't it go to Lady Roesone?"

"Turail had taken his part of the bear," Theowyn explains in reassurance, fingers spreading against the smooth flesh of your cheek as he guides you deeper within his embrace. "The claw that had a peace of Turail was sent to him. In truth, many men killed the beast. We were rather unprepared for the animal, Rezna having lead us right to it." Theowyn is being less formal as he explains the events of that day. "Turail and I unsheathed our swords in the last moments of the beast's battle, my blow striking it dead, though were it not for the excellent archers that aided us, the animal would have been too strong for such a foolish move as to dual with the beast."

Elyse is visibly impressed, and concerned, the hand stroking the fur beneath her moving in search of the Prince's arm, "Oh, my Love, you could have been . . . been eaten!" her tone it not loud, but it is emphatic. Well, perhaps not eaten, but mauled in any case. She furrows her brow with genuine worry. Her lips make a slight pout.

Theowyn urges your lips nearer to his with a light caressing at your cheek. The pouty lips get his full attention, his own lips surrounding yours and tugging lightly into a deeper kiss. With the tilting of your head, he parts your lips, and his tongue lightly penetrates within the kiss. It does not last long, not with the guards at the door, but he certainly does take a daring amount of time within the embrace. "I was not eaten," he expresses the obvious, love evident on his voice.

Elyse gasps a bit in mild protest at the daring kiss, but does not shrink back from it. In fact she returns it generously, her pouty lips fading to express the affection, and her hands moving to pulls herself more against the Prince. Once his lips departs from hers she gives a contented blissful sigh, and smiles mischeviously, "Now I am afraid not for you, but for myself. It seems you may, yourself, devour me." Her teasing words are barely above a whisper, and for the Prince's ear alone.

"I would if not for our voyeurs," Theowyn teases in that same whispered tone, taking that as an excuse for his tongue to reach out and curl about your earlobe, drawing it within his lips. The warm breath is well felt with his deep breaths, but he does pull away only daring such affection for a short period of time.

Elyse giggles in a rich, musical tone, her fingers attempting to find their way from the Prince's chest to his throat and then chin. She takes the opportunity of having her earlobe caressed to arch her neck, closing her sightless eyes and sighing in pleasure. "I think I would be a willing meal," she murmurs in an equal soft tone.

"Dangerous words, Princess," Theowyn responds, his grin evident. "Tempting a Prince into what he wishes." With a light glow in his eyes, his gaze shifts across the woman he loves. A content sigh escapes. "Elyse, your virtues may hold a challenge with our rate of desires. An interesting delemma." The whispers continue.

Elyse blushes, pulling back a few inches and tilting her head away from the Prince's voice, "I'm sorry,' she murmurs demurely, though still offering a coy smile. She moves her hands back to the floor, resting on the plush bear fur.