Underground Revolution

Princess

Waking up Ray whimpers softly unsure herself what she mumbles as she hears a movement, she looks around finding Sabastian sitting forward with his eyes wide on her. Huffing in understandment, in remembrance tat it was him she cried for the night before she lays her head back down with a concerning cough making Sabastian find his feet and walk to the bed,

"Any better?" He asks softly to her,

A voice she is only familiar with from last night. A kind gentle voice compared to what she is used to from him and what she can tell anyone is familiar with. As he leans over her touching her forehead with the back of his knuckles. The necklace dangles through his white blouse and she smiles at it faintly as she naturally leans into his warm touch and he gives her cricked kind of smile,

"Your fever went down" he muses slightly more for himself than her, she is feeling as though she could sleep for months and be alright with, 

Shaking her head, she tries opening her eyes again blinking in the morning light. As her eyes adjust, she stares at Sabastian blankly feeling his eyes on her but not the same blank expression as he examines her skin, more of an Ill rip the kings head off kind of expression.

She motions to her belly as he helps her sit up just a little plopping her head up just enough to look around the room. Last night her vision was a foggy red and she couldn't really take in the beauty of the room. The walls all white with gold tripping everything, the flowy white curtains over the large stain glass windows, and the curtains draping from the bed blowing in the morning breeze.

"The king says it's a replica of your mother's room from Amma Cove, only there are no paintings nor color in her original bedroom" Sabastian explains his eyes wondering with hers, "It's next door to my room, originally this was my room I liked the warmth and the brightest in the castle only room that's white"

"Then what's yours?" Her voice isn't her sweet tone, but course harsh tone and she can't help but cough a little,

"What color do you think it is?" He questioned,

She snorts not really believing she needs to answer that in order to tell him- black. That makes their eyes dazzle in a bit of amusement with each other as her face grows warm, she finds it hard not to break eye contact but her embarrassment gets the best of her and she looks down at her trembling hands sighing through her nose a bit. Sabastian watches as her chest rises and falls before she wheezes a bit.

Giving her a knowing smile annoyed with himself that's all he has to offer her; he looks around the golden framed room with white walls. Large landscaping strained windows with flowing white lace curtains and paintings everywhere, the original paintings belonging to this room. Sabastian wonders if he should tell her that or wait for another time to teach her the things he knows about her mother and the hardships it was for her to adjust to the arrangements her father made for her to marry Reign, hence the paintings of her homeland and memories. The bed being the only thing that isn't white or gold, milk pink silk sheet and comforter along with a canopy that hands delicately open mixing with the long curtains.

"Maybe after you eat and find the energy to move around, I'll let you explore the castle" he says softly looking back at her after feeling her eyes on him, watching as her hand reaches for his ear but hesitates now that he is looking at her,

"Right" she clears her throat letting her hand fall unsure why she felt the need the need to tuck the straight hair, unsure why she wished for his long delicate appearing ear to peek through his dark waves.

"Right, I'm going to fetch you something to eat" he says,

"Have you even-" but he gives her a look that answers her question.