Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170815014757

(S9/Ant) "I don't think so, but it is kind of you to say."

Antoinette stands up again, her equine feet gaining purchase as she draws herself up. She slowly resumes putting her armor on, pulling buckles taut, shifting pieces into place.

"For over a year I have been trying to tell my Lord and Master of my true feelings for him. I cannot, and yet, he remains so kind to me." She smiles despite her tears. "Once, not long ago when I was mortally wounded from battle, it was he who healed me with his own hands, not leaving my room for weeks as I recovered. There were nights when I had no strength left except to breathe, and he would stay up with me, his healing spells keeping me alive.  I could feel his hands, feel the warmth of his palms.  Those nights were the only ones where I had good dreams, when his heartbeat was with my own, when his very breath entered my body.  I had always known that I loved him, and after that, I was sure I could tell him so.  But alas, I could not.  I was ashamed, and left for Oz, for a time."

She pulls on a gauntlet, flexing her fingers. "Even upon my return, I still cannot. I...do not know why.  Perhaps it is because I see that he has always had a beautiful, loving wife, and five beautiful children.  Or perhaps it is now because when I returned from Oz I saw that he had a second wife, an eternal fire, a beautiful and strong mother who brought him another beautiful child and is a thousand times the warrior I could ever be.  He does not need a protector, and he doesn't need another wife.  So what am I?"

She pauses, her other gauntlet in her hand. "I thought I knew the answer when only minutes ago I felt his hand again on my breast, breathing life into me. But even then I faltered.  So again, what does that leave me?"

She begins putting on the other gauntlet, her face obscured. "A servant."

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Thomas' eyebrows raise as he folds his arms, leaning on one leg. "Oh? And what?  I'm interested to hear what you have to say." Lilrava can tell by his tone that he is not angry, but he is stringing her along for some reason.