I walk around the tiny hut. Pacing. Angus is tied up outside, whinnying impatiently. I hear galloping horses and I quickly run outside. Damien gallops toward me on a gorgeous black horse, with glossy red eyes. I frown. I shouldn't think of him as Damien, it would only lead to me calling him that in the future. And if I ever called him by his first name in front of others I'd surely be beaten for my insensitivity. He slows his horse, trotting up to me and stopping. I personally think angus is prettier, with his long black mane, and white feathered feet. Angus stood at 19 hands, much taller than the prince's horse. And he was at least twice his size. The glossy black saddle, and lovely black bridle, along with the fancy decorative side reins and banners made him look better than the princes 16 hand Hanoverian. It was a pretty horse, completely black aside from the red eyes, with deep crimson saddle and black bridle, and chain-like side reins running from his tail to his bit. I grin letting my staff fall, it kindly places itself under my feet and hoists me up into the saddle.
"Thank you." I say with a grin, raising my hand to call it back. It smacks into my hand, turning fluid in my hands as it shifts forms into a snake. It slithers into one of the leather saddle bags with a hiss.
I turn back to Damien, dipping my head.
"Your majesty." I say with a straight face.
"Damien." He corrects with a frown.
"I don't feel comfortable calling you that your highness." I say gently pressing my heels to angus. He moves forward into a walk. Damien waits for me to catch up to him before kicking his horse into a walk. We walk alongside each other in silence for a while. I turn my head barely to the side, to see his outfit. A crisp black lace up shirt. Black trousers, and a thick black cloak with deep crimson underside. He looks lovely. His black and red crown rests perfectly atop his deep brown haired head. He looked over to me with a huge grin,
"Like what you see Witcher?" He said smiling.
I feel heat flush my face. I think about making a comeback when I decide that I only need one word to anger him:
"No, your majesty." I say. I feel anger replace the happiness he felt a moment ago.
"Too bad." He says frowning. "I thought you looked rather pleasant." He grumbles. Shame and embarrassment fill half of the range of his emotions. I can't stop the question from passing my lips
"How do you-well how do all humans really- have such a wide range of emotions?" He raises a brow.
I try to explain.
"Witcher's can only give their true emotion to people they really really care about or love. But sitting here I feel multiple emotions pass through you easily. When I cannot feel emotion aside from anger sadness, and joy unless I truly care toward a person."
He is confused for a second before becoming aware.
"I forgot Witcher's gave their emotion to loved ones like virginity. And I'm not human I'm a demon" He mumbles. Heat floods my face. But he's right, I did have to give it to someone.
"True, but I can take my emotion for someone back." I say turning my head back towards him. He nods.
"How about we talk about you now? Your outfit? Why that?" He asks. I am wearing a tightly laced black and crimson riding dress that poofs over the saddle and hangs by my feet, my black cloak has deep deep red lining, it is the nicest cloak I had, designed to keep me warm. I have the hood pulled over my head the keep the cold out. My boots are tall and laced up but I doubt he can see them.
"Whatever do you mean your majesty?" I ask confused. What was wrong with my outfit.
"We are going to a kingdom of murderers and rapists and your dressed so-so beautifully it's as it you want them to notice." He growls.
I thought I looked rather plain. I didn't notice he thought I looked...I smile thinking of the word he used: beautiful. He thought I was beautiful. Why did I care?
"I was under the impression I looked rather plain your highness." I say looking away.
"You failed, you look like an angel." He growls, rage and embarrassment filling his emotions.
I laugh. The least I could do was share some honesty with him.
" I thought you looked rather appealing today as well." I say with a smile, urging angus into a trot. He fills with happiness and pride.