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"Ah... ah no. No... I didn't sleep very well, so wanted to do things myself this morning to wake myself up. Besides I-- I'm a bit snappy, in the mornings, if I don't get enough sleep. I didn't need to be making her upset because of something I said." Carina was quick to make up her excuses, eyes remaining on him through the mirror as she fiddled with the hairbrush still in her hands. "I'll be fine, I didn't always have a maid to help me get ready in Eira. I'm sure I still remember how to dress myself." She smiled reassuringly, even if it was small. Not because of the lack of sincerity to her words, but because she still remained uncertain as to where they stood.
With his next announcement on his councilmen arriving soon, Carina stood to move to the wardrobe, paying him no mind as he went to his usual spot. Of course she still kept him in view by the corner of her eye, that nervousness to let him out of her sight still present, but not so much that she needed to stay facing him head on.
"They shouldn't be dictating to you. You should be dictating to them. You're the king, you should tell them that they'll meet you when you say." She murmured, reaching into the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for the day. It was going to be a difficult balance to find, since she would need to find something between comfort and sophistication. Class and yet soft on her sensitive skin.
Exhaling heavily, she eventually settled on a dress that she would accompany with Ignisian jewels, still ensuring to comply to his demands back a few months ago. Even if this was all one big game he was playing again now, this would not be one of the things he would punish her for not doing.
Shaking her head to his offers of help, Carina moved to stand behind the changing screen in her room, hesitating there just after. Both due to his words, and also the memory of the last time she disrobed with him in the room.
Clearing her throat, the young queen forced herself past the discomfort the memory brought on and began to change, determined not to be the reason why they were late to this meeting. His men would already be looking for reasons to kick her out or berate her. She would not give them any easy points to pick at.
"I-- I have always believed that... That you Ignisian were... Have better access to your emotions. Shorter ropes in which they are the end of, I suppose?" She confessed, stumbling over how best to explain her thoughts. "In Eira... I knew my mother loved me. I knew the sibling love... Emmett and I had for each other. But apart from that. The ice did not just rest on the Eirian landscape. My father was the worse and... And got worse as the war went on."
Carina threw her nightgown over the top of the screen so it rested there, reaching for the undergarment soon after.
"And worse again when-- when mother died. We'd... Get such a tongue lashing if we cried, if we got angry, if we just... Lost control of our emotions." The dress Carina had chosen for the day slipped off the screen and she looked down at the material in her hands, frowning at it," He'd never hit me though. Knew it would look badly on him if he did, knew... Knew potential suitors wouldn't look kindly to a bruised peach or a princess. Instead... He used Emmett. Knew I couldn't stand being the reason--"
Carina cut off quickly, realising just where things were heading. That she was exploring and revealing dangerous knowledge to him. Sven already knew she harboured a deep and powerful guilt regarding Emmett's death. He didn't need to know how deeply rooted it was.
"A-Anyway... What I'm saying is that... Emotions don't come easy to me as it is anyway. To show I mean. Perhaps not anger and frustration but..."
With his next announcement on his councilmen arriving soon, Carina stood to move to the wardrobe, paying him no mind as he went to his usual spot. Of course she still kept him in view by the corner of her eye, that nervousness to let him out of her sight still present, but not so much that she needed to stay facing him head on.
"They shouldn't be dictating to you. You should be dictating to them. You're the king, you should tell them that they'll meet you when you say." She murmured, reaching into the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for the day. It was going to be a difficult balance to find, since she would need to find something between comfort and sophistication. Class and yet soft on her sensitive skin.
Exhaling heavily, she eventually settled on a dress that she would accompany with Ignisian jewels, still ensuring to comply to his demands back a few months ago. Even if this was all one big game he was playing again now, this would not be one of the things he would punish her for not doing.
Shaking her head to his offers of help, Carina moved to stand behind the changing screen in her room, hesitating there just after. Both due to his words, and also the memory of the last time she disrobed with him in the room.
Clearing her throat, the young queen forced herself past the discomfort the memory brought on and began to change, determined not to be the reason why they were late to this meeting. His men would already be looking for reasons to kick her out or berate her. She would not give them any easy points to pick at.
"I-- I have always believed that... That you Ignisian were... Have better access to your emotions. Shorter ropes in which they are the end of, I suppose?" She confessed, stumbling over how best to explain her thoughts. "In Eira... I knew my mother loved me. I knew the sibling love... Emmett and I had for each other. But apart from that. The ice did not just rest on the Eirian landscape. My father was the worse and... And got worse as the war went on."
Carina threw her nightgown over the top of the screen so it rested there, reaching for the undergarment soon after.
"And worse again when-- when mother died. We'd... Get such a tongue lashing if we cried, if we got angry, if we just... Lost control of our emotions." The dress Carina had chosen for the day slipped off the screen and she looked down at the material in her hands, frowning at it," He'd never hit me though. Knew it would look badly on him if he did, knew... Knew potential suitors wouldn't look kindly to a bruised peach or a princess. Instead... He used Emmett. Knew I couldn't stand being the reason--"
Carina cut off quickly, realising just where things were heading. That she was exploring and revealing dangerous knowledge to him. Sven already knew she harboured a deep and powerful guilt regarding Emmett's death. He didn't need to know how deeply rooted it was.
"A-Anyway... What I'm saying is that... Emotions don't come easy to me as it is anyway. To show I mean. Perhaps not anger and frustration but..."