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"I don't mind horses." It wasn't entirely a lie. They've become less and less favorable over the years as his patience wore more and more thin with their behavior. He understood it, to a point, but it was exhausting to pretend not to notice their panic in their eyes whenever he approached.
Traveling by carriage was always an interesting journey.
Maverick, once more, resisted firing up his tobacco. He spent the time she was away watching the sun sink ever lower. Dread creeped around within him, like a child's monster waiting to jump out and spook him when he least expected it. He had almost left and sent a servant to greet her, but he waited.
It would be something he would regret within moments.
He smelled the dog long before it was anywhere near Adelia. He didn't pay any mind to it. This one seemed to regard him with curiosity more than anything. It belonged to Reginald, the only reason Maverick allowed such an animal on his grounds.
He wished he had shooed it away before it had a chance to jump up on the woman.
Before she had a chance to say that word.
Down.
His breath caught, his heart thudding inside his chest.
Down.
His ears twitched. He was staring, her voice weaving strands through his mind that twined down into his body like fine spider silk and anchored themselves at points where they could manipulate his body against his will.
Down.
He tried to resist. The longer he did, the more effort he used, seemed to drain him of his strength and what he lost, the earth seemed to gain. It pulled him down, gravity sitting heavy on his shoulders and he finally sunk to his knees. As soon as they touched the ground, the dog rolled back up to its feet and leapt into his lap, its excitement vibrating through its body as it greeted him with incessant licking of his face.
Maverick nearly lost his temper. How strange it was to have it flare so dangerously to the surface when it's been tamed for so long. He craned his head away from the mutt, grabbing the collar between strong fingers and pulled the dog off his lap and to the side.
"Go." His voice was clipped, irritation edging his tone. He nudged the dog in the direction of the servant's door. "To bed," he commanded and the dog hesitated at first, gazing at him with large eyes and a wag or two of its tail. Maverick clenched his jaw and pointed. "Go." The dog tucked its tail between its legs, head dropping in either fear or shame and quickly made off into the direction the king indicated.
Maverick watched it, working on keeping his agitation from transferring to Adelia. He didn't understand what just happened but he sure as hell didn't want her to discover what she could do.
...was it Adelia that did it?
His gaze swept to her and after a heated moment of silence, he pulled in a breath through his nose and dusted off his shirt. Dragging his face over the fabric of his shoulders to wipe off what he could of the dogs smell, he moved to stand to his feet.
"I am not a dog person, if that's what you're asking me, Ms. Fitrei." His gaze left her and swept to the castle. "They should be preparing dinner. I can show you to your room now. You'll have time to change, if you'd like." He sighed. "I know I will be," he muttered.
Traveling by carriage was always an interesting journey.
Maverick, once more, resisted firing up his tobacco. He spent the time she was away watching the sun sink ever lower. Dread creeped around within him, like a child's monster waiting to jump out and spook him when he least expected it. He had almost left and sent a servant to greet her, but he waited.
It would be something he would regret within moments.
He smelled the dog long before it was anywhere near Adelia. He didn't pay any mind to it. This one seemed to regard him with curiosity more than anything. It belonged to Reginald, the only reason Maverick allowed such an animal on his grounds.
He wished he had shooed it away before it had a chance to jump up on the woman.
Before she had a chance to say that word.
Down.
His breath caught, his heart thudding inside his chest.
Down.
His ears twitched. He was staring, her voice weaving strands through his mind that twined down into his body like fine spider silk and anchored themselves at points where they could manipulate his body against his will.
Down.
He tried to resist. The longer he did, the more effort he used, seemed to drain him of his strength and what he lost, the earth seemed to gain. It pulled him down, gravity sitting heavy on his shoulders and he finally sunk to his knees. As soon as they touched the ground, the dog rolled back up to its feet and leapt into his lap, its excitement vibrating through its body as it greeted him with incessant licking of his face.
Maverick nearly lost his temper. How strange it was to have it flare so dangerously to the surface when it's been tamed for so long. He craned his head away from the mutt, grabbing the collar between strong fingers and pulled the dog off his lap and to the side.
"Go." His voice was clipped, irritation edging his tone. He nudged the dog in the direction of the servant's door. "To bed," he commanded and the dog hesitated at first, gazing at him with large eyes and a wag or two of its tail. Maverick clenched his jaw and pointed. "Go." The dog tucked its tail between its legs, head dropping in either fear or shame and quickly made off into the direction the king indicated.
Maverick watched it, working on keeping his agitation from transferring to Adelia. He didn't understand what just happened but he sure as hell didn't want her to discover what she could do.
...was it Adelia that did it?
His gaze swept to her and after a heated moment of silence, he pulled in a breath through his nose and dusted off his shirt. Dragging his face over the fabric of his shoulders to wipe off what he could of the dogs smell, he moved to stand to his feet.
"I am not a dog person, if that's what you're asking me, Ms. Fitrei." His gaze left her and swept to the castle. "They should be preparing dinner. I can show you to your room now. You'll have time to change, if you'd like." He sighed. "I know I will be," he muttered.