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@Aspy Ink

I'm back and kicking

"Okay, okay," Cynerik says outside the door to Olivia's room. "But I'm leaving you something."  The prince fiddles with the handle to her room for a few moments, managing to tie the stem to it. When he's done he makes his way down the hallway and the princess cracks open her door to recieve...

"No not yet!" Olivia cries, jumping up from the window seat. "Not until later, I have a surprise for you." She fiddles with her hands nervously, hoping the Prince won't be mad.

((She was born with an extra set if ribs. Her job caused her shoulder, wrist, and elbow (carpal tunnel on the last two) to become messed up, and when that started the ribs caught nerves and... Yeah. It's a mess. She hasn't worked for two years.)) "Of course, you could always win that man's...

((Really good. She's home recovering now, and thankfully not as messed up as she was after her shoulder surgery. One more to go and she should be good)) Cynerik makes his was back into the castle, nodding slightly to servants passing. The King and Queen were due to leave any time now, so...

"Can you please ask the chef to make Cynerik's favorite dessert? I feel he's angry with me because I caused a scene," The Princess says quietly, looking down at her hands. "I don't know what it is, but I'm sure he does."

"Yes please, come in. I have an odd request," The Princess calls from inside her room, sitting on the window seat overlooking the west garden.

((I've been prepping for my mom's surgery tomorrow)) Cynerik waits for Ariana to be gone for a considerable about of time before he slips out. He casually walks through the garden, picking a pink rose for the Princess.

"You go on first, I'll be out there in a little while," Cynerik tells Ariana, giving her another kiss.

"Mmm, good," Cynerik returns Ariana's kiss, holding her tight to him. "But we better get back soon."

((Skip skip skip)) Cynerik pulls his pants back up, sweating and panting slightly. "Did I hurt you, baby girl?" He breathes, stroking Ariana's hair back from her face.

"I mean it, too. I'll be extra gentle, won't even touch them." Cynerik promises, giving Ariana a kiss on her forehead.