Xperia 3.1

Arellia gave a sigh, she had been home a month and had seen at least one hundred men as potential guardian candidates. She was in the courtyard, watching the last group for the month when Alasdair found her.
He had been requesting an audience for a long time. Since they had arrived in Xperia actually. She had just decided to avoid him.
He stormed up to her, leaving Cara his little guide behind. She tried to run to catch up but he got to Arellia first with no announcement. Arellia looked at him unmoving while the candidates all paused in their performance.
“Why am I being avoided?”, he slammed at her. Charles looked as though he would step in. But Arellia couldn’t think of a good excuse as to why she was dodging him at every turn. Or she had until now. He stared her out it was like a game of chicken. Who was going to answer first?
It was almost like everyone had held their breath, one small exhale and the atmosphere would explode to disaster. That wasn’t true Arellia knew that as well as the fact she knew that he deserved an explanation. She sighed. Her eyes turned to the candidates who all panic started back into their trials.
“I really can’t give you an explanation”, was all she could give him. Her shoulders felt tight. She had watched the same routine over again and they all made the same error that she couldn’t allow as her guardian. “Charles this is foolish, they are all the same, and I am having to repeat myself, no more trials, there is no need for a guardian the war was clearly over”, she sighed firmly then turned away to head back into the castle walls.
“Wait are you even going to listen to me?”, Alasdair was either blind or ignoring her mood for the day. He followed close behind her. He snagged on the tail of her dress more than once. “Your majesty wait!”.
“No, I will not, I am not in the mood this morning to discuss anything that happened out there am I clear?”, she snapped. She turned on him on the last trip up on her tail. He stumbled forward holding his hands up in surrender.
“It is something I think we should discuss”, he lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear. As far as she could sense no one else had been foolish enough to follow them while she was irritated.
“I don’t need to discuss anything with you, your little girlfriend has already called me out on my collaboration with the shadows that ate her extremities! I definitely do not need to hear it from you!”, she cursed herself as her voice crumpled at the last words. People had started calling for an early ritual to rid the city of the evil. The orphans had told the city a sob story of how she had sent them out there to die… They then added that she had been caught out when she accidentally ended up out there herself. She swiftly turned on her heels to leave but Alasdair snatched at her arm and turned her.
He was still just as handsome clean as he was dirty, and she knew that he had joined the training ranks of the armed forces so his body lost none of its solidness. Actually… She thought he felt harder than before less skeletal and broad. Arellia did everything in her power to stop her own bodies betrayal.
“I know the truth, don’t doubt that I don’t stand with them when it comes to you”, he hissed. His lips twitched like he was going to move in closer to her. His eyes darting about her face.
“Oh please, you don’t know me, the briefest meetings we’ve had resulted in me running or facing a shadow, we haven’t exactly spoken”, she threw back. Arellia fought her own urge to move in to him.
“Then speak to me”, his voice softened and his face looked pained. “I want to know you”. He bit out like they were the hardest words he had ever had to speak. Arellia felt her heart jolt and her bottom lip quivered.
“Wha…”, she choked on her own emotions. Arellia cleared her throat and tried again. “What would be the point, I am due a guardian, one to provide me a daughter and then I will be killed to provide another generation of security for the city”, she slowly pulled her arm free. “They are voting to accelerate the process”.
“How can they accelerate it?”, he focused on her, his breathing picking up pace. She felt it over her face like a tease of how close he was.
“If a guardian is not selected by the end of the week the council will gather and select one for me”, she heard the sharp intake of breath. His body still like a statue as every muscle squeezed. His eyes were cast down while his thoughts processed the news.
“Select me”, he said lifting his eyes to lock her in place.