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Illia stomped her heeled foot against the faux ice floor, signaling to Cree that she was there. The only male polar bear in the stable made his way out of the pond and towards his favorite fae. "Hey little man" she held her right hand out towards the bear who nudged it in return. He walked around her, as if he was stalking prey. Only to nudge her body with his head in greeting. She smiled at the pale ball of fluff that stood before her. She held her hands, signing to the bear dinner. She began to make her way from the stables with the large bear in tow. His wet fur shook as he walked behind her. When they reached the palace after the short walk, they were both cold and covered in snow. Snow caressed every part of her pale features. Her parents, huddled together on the sitting room couch for warmth, watched the two enter.
"How was shopping? you weren't gone very long" Kallias asked his daughter knowing full well the guards hadn't spotted her and Mor in town. Vivaine elbowed him secretly under the blanket.
"it was fun, we didn't really find anything" Illia contemplated telling her parents about the winged male that haunted her thoughts since she first laid eyes on him. But she didn't even know his name. Only that he belonged to the Night Court and was Illyrian. She decided against It for the current moment, hoping they would understand in the future.
"Dinner is in the kitchen, Rook made pasta" Vivaine told her daughter before Kallias would blow that they knew she wasn't in town. The two sent out guards to see if the could find her but her scent was all over the place.
"Thanks mama, think I'm going to head to bed after. Its been a long day." Her parents smiled in her direction as a reply. Cree stalked behind to the large open kitchen in the back of the castle. His large paws leaving wet prints in his wake. The marble flooring that spread through every room of the palace, was heated to the perfect temperature. She took her heals off, throwing them in the center. Windows were very common amongst the palace, every room had a vast array of them. The kitchen was not exception with its floor to ceiling wall of windows on the far left wall. Cree curled up beside Illia's heals while she made her way the large bar in the center of the kitchen. On the counter sat a small bowl of warm pasta. Illia assumed Rook, the cook made sure it was kept warm until she arrived. Before she sat down to eat, she snapped her finger in Cree's direction. A basket of fresh fish appeared in front of the stark white bear. Illia stomped her bare foot on the ground to get the bear to look in her direction. She held her frosty hands infront of her, signing dinner once again. Cree looked around him until he found the basket, pulling himself of the warm ground to eat.
When the duo were finished, Illia snapped her fingers again. Cleaning up both of their dishes in an instant. It had gotten dark out. In the winter court it always darkened early. It was lilies favorite part of the Winter Court when she was a youngling. From the windows in the kitchen, part of the town below could be seen. Smoke from chimneys and outdoor lights were in various locations. Illia smiled at the town that held her people. She reminded herself to visit some of the shops tomorrow to support the local business'. Plus the palace was in dire need of groceries.
Cree growled at the female, his way of communicating with her that he was tired and ready for bed. Illia waved a hand of dismissal in response. She picked up her heals, not bothering to slip them on for the short walk to her room. If anyone witnessed the future High Lady of the Winter Court walking bare foot in a floor length gown and a polar bear trailing behind they wouldn't believe their eyes. Illia laughed at the thought. She walked up the marble grand staircase in the foyer. Her beautiful gown trailed behind. Illia couldn't wait to get the crown off her head. It was so heavy and the pins dug into her skull.
Her bedroom was the first door on the right of the stairwell. The double white doors with a small blue crown above the door frame screamed Illia. Inside was a large white king canopy sized bed that stood in the middle of the room. beside the bed were matching mirrored nightstands that held glass trays of various objects. Along with the intricate and elegant matching lamps that sat on both nightstands. The walls were a light blue with white boarders. At the foot of the bed sat a small blue ottoman that held all of her crowns. The wall directly in front of the ottoman was lined with large white bookcases filled with ancient texts. The large bay window that sat on the outer wall was covered with a large cerulean seat cushion, decorated with fluffy white and grey throw pillows. A singular white door to the left of the large bed was the entrance to her matching bathroom.
Illia removed her crown, setting it into the ottoman with the rest. After laying her heals on the ottoman, Illia snapped her fingers. The tub filled with warm water and bubbles. The platinum blonde moved to her book shelf, grabbing a book to read. On her way to the bathroom she did her best not to trip over Cree, who fell asleep on the rug at the foot of the bay window.
Illia shut the door behind her before she snapped her finger once more, this time taking off her elegant gown. She stepped into the bath one foot at a time. Releasing a sigh before sinking into the warm water. The tub was large enough for two so the beautiful chilled fae had plenty of room. She grabbed her book that sat beside the tub, beginning the favorite part of her night. Reading and relaxing.
An hour later, Illia stood at the mirror of her double sink vanity in her blue satin nightgown brushing her teeth. When she was done, she made her way to her large bed in the middle of the room. Snuggled beneath the covers she began to drift to sleep. Outside her window stood a tall winged male amongst the shadows, debating whether to show tomorrow or not.
