[ She rolls her eyes a little, then abruptly drops her gaze and rearranges her lips into a straight line, nearly neutral but with a hint of anxiety around the eyes and mouth. The set of her neck and shoulders also gets an adjustment, still straight but more tense and angled subtly downwards compared to her normal posture.
After a few seconds she sheds it, cracking her neck and meeting his eyes in the mirror. ]
[He manages to be serious, to look back at her as she assumes a persona and becomes someone entirely different, right there before him, for a moment. When she's herself again, that's when he loses his composure as well, and grins.]
Pretending at being an innocent sailor in the navy. I'm afraid I won't be as good at the game as you are. Being a prince, that was one thing.
[He shoves everything back into the wardrobe and stands up so he can cross over to her, loop his arms around her shoulders and pull her to him from behind. It interrupts the work that she was doing with her hair, but that can't be helped.]
I wasn't a captain, and I wasn't very obedient, neither. Only took orders when I felt like it, from those I felt like listening to. Including yourself, of course.
[He kisses the top of her head, nose momentarily buried in her hair. Smells good, very Yseult-y, possibly his favorite smell--but that goes without saying.]
Princes can abdicate. Is that the word? Rebel? It happens. Splitting countries in half 'cos they don't want to do as they're told.
Admiral. [ Decisive, and punctuated by a little tug on his chin between thumb and knuckle. ] Secret admiral. I might have some other orders for you when you get back, if all goes well.
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Disguises?
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Show me servant face.
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After a few seconds she sheds it, cracking her neck and meeting his eyes in the mirror. ]
Will it do?
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Maker. You're good at that. Really, really good.
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[ She returns to doing her hair, but keeps watching him in the mirror. ]
It shouldn't be a long trip. And you'll be with Bastien in Orlais for part of that time.
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[He shoves everything back into the wardrobe and stands up so he can cross over to her, loop his arms around her shoulders and pull her to him from behind. It interrupts the work that she was doing with her hair, but that can't be helped.]
Princes don't have to take orders.
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They do from kings [ she turns away from the mirror, tipping her head over and back to be kissed ] or queens. And you weren't a captain when we met.
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[He kisses the top of her head, nose momentarily buried in her hair. Smells good, very Yseult-y, possibly his favorite smell--but that goes without saying.]
Princes can abdicate. Is that the word? Rebel? It happens. Splitting countries in half 'cos they don't want to do as they're told.
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[ She tips back in her chair, craning her neck around until she can press a quick kiss to his jaw. ]
If you like, you can think of it all as following orders from me. Since you're only minding the captain for the sake of the operation.
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Not the sort of orders I like to follow from you, but... I s'ppose. So what's that make you, then? Title-wise. Secret captain?
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[--Pleased agreement, before he tries to kiss her fingers, or her hand, whatever he can get.]
With the promise of a reward like that, I'll be doing my very best t' make sure it goes well. If that was a promise.
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Of a sort, [ she replies ] It's not a bargain, it's just very attractive when you care enough to try.
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Something for me to remember when I'm putting in my usual half job of it.