28.Feb.21, 04:45 PM
Pendalier accepted her hug and kissed her back thoroughly before she pulled away. Even pouting he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He had chosen wisely when he'd chosen her from among his wife's maids. She adored him and she complimented him in ways that his wife never could. Or would. He watched her with an indulgent look on his face as she sipped from her wine and dug through the food. He chewed his fruit thoughtfully as he watched her and washed it down with his own drink of wine.
His fingers drifted through her hair as she leaned against him, playing the strands through his digits, and watched the horses along with her. It was soothing, comforting, and relaxing simply being. There were no expectations out here, no one watching over his shoulder as he sent this missive or that. No one to judge him while he made decisions that could make or break the hold. It was soft and inviting to just get lost out here with not a care in the world.
"Brandy is a good name," he agreed as he stroked her hair before frowning slightly. It didn't color his voice and for that he was proud but he frowned at the crowd of her head nonetheless. "They do," he told her carefully and slowly, "Mine did after all when she was feeling up to it." When he hadn't forced another babe in her belly that was. "You should feel special," he told her with a smirk, "It's not often that a lord's mistress is allowed to accompany him on a ride. Even alone as they are."
Would she squeal and cry now because he had called her his mistress and nothing more? He almost wanted her to rail against him, fight him for acknowledgment of her place at his side. It was an acknowledgment that would never come because it was a thing that would never happen but Pendalier couldn't deny her the chance to ask he supposed.
His fingers drifted through her hair as she leaned against him, playing the strands through his digits, and watched the horses along with her. It was soothing, comforting, and relaxing simply being. There were no expectations out here, no one watching over his shoulder as he sent this missive or that. No one to judge him while he made decisions that could make or break the hold. It was soft and inviting to just get lost out here with not a care in the world.
"Brandy is a good name," he agreed as he stroked her hair before frowning slightly. It didn't color his voice and for that he was proud but he frowned at the crowd of her head nonetheless. "They do," he told her carefully and slowly, "Mine did after all when she was feeling up to it." When he hadn't forced another babe in her belly that was. "You should feel special," he told her with a smirk, "It's not often that a lord's mistress is allowed to accompany him on a ride. Even alone as they are."
Would she squeal and cry now because he had called her his mistress and nothing more? He almost wanted her to rail against him, fight him for acknowledgment of her place at his side. It was an acknowledgment that would never come because it was a thing that would never happen but Pendalier couldn't deny her the chance to ask he supposed.