Esmeray's cheeks flush slightly at his words, her mind going places "Nn-no need" she tumbles on her words turning away to the balcony. From her chambers she has a full view of her estate, from the gardens to the forest near by.
"Although there is something we need to consider. " she adds "The more we ignore each other the more the people will view us unqualified. I have thought about the conversation you had with my father. Although reluctantly I agree that we need to consummate this marriage. "
'Did she really say that' he wonders to himself. He steps behind her, her short stature making him chuckle inside. Compared to Lady Isabella who is tall and lean Esmeray is short and curvy, but her determination and strong character makes up for it.
"If that is what you want then I agree. I would also suggest moving in together, that way they see us more united"
"I agree...although uncomfortable with this it is for the best. To be clear, if you move in with me whatever affairs you have will stay away from me. The last thing I want are rumors spreading around. "
Dinner arrives, and although the tension clear Sari tries to break it by making small talks "So your majesty have any hidden talents or any hobbies?"
The Prince takes a sip of his wine "Talents?" he repeats, considering his response. "I suppose I have a few," he says with a slight smirk.
"I'm quite skilled with a sword," he admits, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of the dagger at his waist. "And I have a certain... aptitude for politics and strategy."
He pauses, his gaze drifting to Esmeray for a moment before continuing. "But if you're asking about something more... entertaining, I do enjoy poetry. There's a certain beauty in crafting words to evoke emotion and paint pictures in the mind."
"I am under training so my swordsmanship isn't very good, but I am an excellent in medicine " replies Sari going in detail about her knowledge of medical aid.
Mari also adds her expertise in painting and knife handling. The Prince asks questions about their skills, and how they are allowed to be taught. Celestia isn't the place where lady's are trained in any skills aside the usual, reading, writing, sewing. So it came to a surprise when they explained their talents.
"What about you Princess? " he turns to Esmeray who has been silent. "If you must know I am top of my class in weapon handling"
"I see. Maybe we should take a practice together then." He adds a smirk on his face imagining how Esmeray looks holding a sword "Any other talents ?"
"I also sing and dance" she adds
Xerxes eyebrows raise "Singing and dancing? Why you should give us a performance "
"Yes, please do sister. We haven't heard you sing in a long time." Beggs Mari. Esmeray knows she can't say no to her sister, especially when they haven't performed together. "Fine, did you bring your violin?" Mari quickly goes to her chambers to look for her instrument,before meeting the group back at the ballroom.
As they enter the ballroom, the grandeur of the space takes their breath away. The high ceilings, adorned with intricate frescoes, seem to stretch on forever. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the polished marble floor, reflecting off the gilded mirrors that line the walls.
Sari takes her seat at the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys as she begins to play a soft, melodic tune. Mari stands beside her, ready to provide backup vocals with her violin.
Esmeray stands in the center of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. When she opens them again, she locks gazes with Xerxes.
Her voice fills the room, clear and powerful. She sings a sensual love song, the words flowing from her lips like a gentle river. The melody is hauntingly beautiful, filled with longing and passion.She approaches Xerxes as if she's singing to him, her movements deliberately sensual against him.
He watches Esmeray's performance with rapt attention, his eyes never leaving her figure as she dances and sings. The sensuality of her movements and the intimate way she seems to be singing directly to him sends a shiver down his spine.
As she approaches him, he feels a sudden heat rise in his cheeks. He's captivated by the way her hips sway and her body moves with the rhythm of the music. When she presses herself against him, he can't help but respond, his own body instinctively mirroring hers.
Xerxes hands find her waist, gripping her gently as they dance together. He leans in closer, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the warmth of her skin. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them lost in the music and each other.
'You have me obsessed with your touch, I want to feel you move inside me.
I want to hear you whisper in my ear, we have time until the world wakes up. Answer to my body like it's a prayer, take me to the pleasure of heaven
Every time you look at me, I want to risk it all, answer to my body like its a prayer, I am your temple...'