IT WAS NO USE TO GAMBLE that with excalibur by his side, Tedros won that fight.
There was nothing but solemn faith that upheld the odds for Evil to claim victory. For the Good however, their fate is like sweet apples draped with sweeter caramel with the sweetest of sugars. The Good's confidant in Tedros was never questioned. He was the son of King Arthur the great. The king of all kings, there was no doubt that Tedros would be the prince of all princes.
He possesses all the dignified properties of a prince yet Evangeline seems to forget that he also possesses the traits of a man. His words had insulted her, yet it was not words she had not yet heard targeted towards her before.
Even with its familiarity it didn't lessen the disappointment to know that King Arthur had raised yet another son whose minds is uncanny to the 'decent' folks of Gavaldon.
The jeers and cheers from both side had once again impaled her ears at an excruciating note. Evangeline managed only a scrunch of her face and scowl on her lips. Who knew that flight on the legs of a skulled bird and a makeover done by vexatious fairies could leave one so tiresome.
When Tedros was back on his feet, victorious might one add, girls seemed to flaunt themselves towards him, like a trophy for his to hold. Yet that conception was far from the truth. He was the trophy to hold not the other way around.
They were all ravenous to steal his attention but it seems his is already secured on someone Evangeline has no doubt would be yet another bitchy princess.
Pulled from his sleeves, the same red rose— plucked for his to throw at any maiden that was 'meant for him'— or as they whisper.
He raised it in the air, coy smile and all —it was like tempting a dog with a bone. With the rose just inches away to be propel in the air— mere seconds, he craned his head back for a last satisfactory grin to the other side.
Evangeline didn't caught wind of who he was entranced with but the only thing she knew the next moment was the rose was thrown on her, landing on her folded hands that draped over her stomach.
surprised, yes indeed she was.
The tired frown that marred her face was then looped in a mirthful grin.
She looked down at it amusingly. She held it in her view and can't help but to laugh at it internally.
He began approaching her, what was once a smug smirk left with a embarrassed curl of his lips.
