“It's a nice day, isn't it?” The woman spoke as she gazed over the balcony that hung over the palace garden. “The air is clear, I can see all the way into the city.” The forest green clothes of her armor swayed lightly with the pleasant afternoon breeze.
The object of her attention moved outside into the giant structure behind her and strode over to stand beside her. “Yeah, it is. We've been blessed with this quiet peace for quite a while, it seems like some of the guards are getting restless.”
Her hands clenched the railings for a moment before she turned to look at the man, eyes closed. “That is not funny, Lord Altrius. Are you being serious? If they're slacking off, I'll prepare a rigid training regimen.” The captain opened her eyes, sky blue pools resting on him sternly.
The prince laughed and placed a hand reassuringly on her armor-padded shoulder. “Slow down, slow down. Yes, they seem a bit restless, but give them a break, Audhild. Times of peace should be enjoyed.”
Her body stiffened at his hand's touch, but she nodded. “I... Suppose. Be sure to tell me, though, if they start to get complacent. The royal guard cannot afford such things.”
“Aye, aye, I will. You, on the other hand... Need to take a break on occasion. Everyone enjoys seeing you at the dances, they make you seem feminine.” He gives her shoulder a gentle pat before moving past her to glance over the balcony. “That's important in this day and age, you know. You're the exception, not the rule.”
She just closed her eyes, trying to think up a justifiable excuse. “... You know I'm best as a warrior. That is the reason I received your father's blessing. Dances aren't the place for me.” The lady paused for a moment. “However... If you insist, I will make an effort to be present.” Before he could get in a word she spoke up again. “But I won't be dancing with anyone.”
Altrius clucked his tongue and chuckled. “And.. What if I asked?” He teased her while attempting a straight face towards the garden below.
“I-I'd... Consider it. And I'd be exceedingly displeased with you afterwards, Lord Altrius. Please remember our positions: you are a king in the making, I am a lowly guard. Do not create a scandal, it would be nothing but trouble.” She clamped her mouth to force herself to stop berating him, a disgruntled expression painted onto the captain's face.
“And... One day I will be king, then I can make all the scandal I want.” The noble strummed his hand on the railing amusedly. “Besides, it would be worth it, don't you think?”
The archeress stared at him sceptically. “... Maybe, but please consider your actions. Listen to your Taranis, she knows what's best.” She fiddled nervously with the finger of her leather gloves. “Just... Be careful, Lord Altrius. I'd die of embarrassment if either of us had our sterling reputations ruined over me attending a dance.”
“Hah, yes, yes... I'll be careful. I look forward to seeing you next time, Audhild, you always look stunning in a dress.” He turned and leaned in towards her face and blew, just long enough to part her bangs and reveal the third eye. “And don't you worry about that thing; it's a gift from your ancestors. You live peacefully here and cause no mischief, a bona fide human.” With that, the prince departed inside, back into the depths of the palace.
“A-Altrius...” The proud woman felt herself falter for a split second as she rearranged her hair, flattening it across her forehead. “Going to give me a heart attack...” That fluttering heartbeat was such a nuisance.