Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190218190712

(BT) “I.... I don’t know Jorge.” Imperia never lets go of Jorge’s hand, holding it tight. Her delicate hands are dwarfed in the paws of the giant knight. It was picturesque, the Vampiress with a titan such as Jorge, refined beauty staring at a refined brute.

“I’m not the one answer such a question. You should be asking Lord Armata, or perhaps Sir Jaghund. Both are men of duty and principles. Both have made such choices.” Imperia takes Jorge’s callus hand and presses it to her cheek, imagining it was put there by Jorge himself in a more intimate setting.

“I’ll tell you what I think, Sir Jorge. Men like you, don’t deserve to be slaves of the battlefield. Especially when there are people who care about you. I think your devotion should be to the ones who wish be with you in harmony. Layoka loves you, her father. As her father it is your duty to protect and raise her. No one deserves your attention more. Even if you fight for someone, isn’t it selfish of them to expect you to give up your happiness? Jorge, you should focus on living a happy life for them.”

Imperia does her best to hold back her growing admiration for the Knight, and lets go of his hand. “Maybe I’m the selfish one for saying that.... As I said, consult Lord Armata or Sir Jaghund. They are warrior’s who have made such decisions.”