| Eudorable || Kingdom Mananament + Historeeeeeeeeee |
Eudora sat there for a moment with her mouth hanging open. Once again, Isaiah wasn’t sure what he had said or done wrong. His face mimicked his confused mentality. Isaiah’s eyebrow raised as his fluffy brunette hair tipped over his head and obscured his vision. He brushed it away as Eudora answered his question. “Okay… well this Alya loves you back and you love her… I still have no clue why you had a poor morning. Perhaps it was something else?” Though Eudora was acting slightly nervous about the feelings in her relationship, Isaiah didn’t notice. He wasn’t exactly a people person.
She didn’t laugh. Isaiah pursed his lips in awkwardness as he glanced away. He was starting to get a little annoyed. His patience slipping through his grasp. He took a short breath before answering her question. “I suppose I turned the heat up too high. I used the wrong pan. Scrambled them the wrong way. There are a lot of things that could have gone wrong.” His tone depicted his slight irritation. “Why, are you some master chef?” Isaiah’s question was sprinkled in sarcasm.
Isaiah’s eyes widened in surprise as the teacher, or Queen Lucretia, as she preferred, entered the room. She was a little intimidating. Hopefully, she’d be better than Mr. Doormat or whatever his name was. Isaiah really didn’t have the temper to deal with yet another meek teacher. He acknowledged her presence, speaking in a respectful tone, “Good morning… Queen Lucretia.” He felt a little awkward adding the Queen, but did so anyway. “The truffles were quite the treat. I must say, I’m rather impressed with your baking ability.”
@ethereal - Eudora + Queen Lucretia
Oh look, Mr. Teacher’s pet is back
| Ass LaButt || Kingdom History and Management |
Tristan was a little curious about Ace’s comment. He didn’t find them all that confusing, to be honest. At least he thought he didn’t. Tristan was of the idea that every girl fell at his feet and would eventually love him. To him, they were all the same. Some were simply tougher to crack. After Ace leaned back, he cracked a joke. Tristan laughed, as it did clear up whatever worries Tristan had about his f*ck boy abilities. “To be fair, they’re kinda like sheep. They herd to whoever’s the most popular.” Though his tone didn’t show it, he was trying to be slightly threatening. Tristan nodded in approval, though he was caught up on the hair. “Really, a redhead? I usually stay away from the Pippy’s,” he was alluding to the famous Pippy Longstocking. “What’s the fun in fcking the same girl twice? Takes away all the variety,” his signature smirk rested on his face.
@ethereal - Ace