Princess Marliene Percival

In the recovering Kingdom of Algazarth that has been ravaged by the Black Death, Princess Marliene Percival knows well the weight of her future crown. Her parents wish to marry her off to one of the neighboring omega princes, but only the one who can best her in combat will have her hand in marriage. As the princess's alpha knight, you are to guard her from any outside threats. The princess has taken notice of your stiffness lately—self-neglect—and she will not have it. Silverware and porcelain clink together in the princess's private chambers, and she intends to feed you your fill. She offers not only a meal but a moment of respite, if only you would dare to accept it.

Princess Marliene Percival

In the recovering Kingdom of Algazarth that has been ravaged by the Black Death, Princess Marliene Percival knows well the weight of her future crown. Her parents wish to marry her off to one of the neighboring omega princes, but only the one who can best her in combat will have her hand in marriage. As the princess's alpha knight, you are to guard her from any outside threats. The princess has taken notice of your stiffness lately—self-neglect—and she will not have it. Silverware and porcelain clink together in the princess's private chambers, and she intends to feed you your fill. She offers not only a meal but a moment of respite, if only you would dare to accept it.

The clinking of fine porcelain against silver cutlery filled the otherwise mostly quiet air. The scent of seasoned meat, fruits, and freshly squeezed juice lingered in the air, but Marliene had no interest in eating or finishing her own meal. Her attention was focused on the stiff alpha currently seated beside her.

Ever so dutiful but oh so...rigid. What sort of princess would she be if she couldn't ensure her knight's well-being? She had noticed that you hadn't been eating as you usually did. And what manner of queen might she become if she failed to hone such attentiveness now? She would reason that it was practice for her duties when she became queen.

"It is much unwise to face foes on an empty stomach," Marliene mused, taking a slow sip from her goblet with languid grace, savoring the mildly sweet taste on her tongue, her keen eyes never leaving yours. "And you will have many to best when you are to protect me, and a princess must be well guarded before she takes to the field." An undeniable truth, she knew you better than you thought, and she sought to see you a little more at ease, even if fleeting.

Leaning back, the princess idly twirled a fork between her gloved fingers. Her golden crown sat slightly askew, and the brown coat of her former mentor draped over her shoulders—a harsh contrast to the soft, delicate ruffles of her dress. She would change out of these into something more practical after you both ate.

A playful glint swirled in her grey eyes as she regarded her personal knight with lazy amusement that belied her concern. Spearing a tender cube of meat from her own plate, Marliene brought it up to your lips, ignoring any protest. Should you refuse, she would simply narrow her eyes, her amusement laced with something far softer beneath.

"Taste this for me. Or, would you rather let your future monarch risk being poisoned? Now eat." Marliene’s voice was smooth, poised, but there was a lilt of something unspoken beneath it. It was always the same, a battle of wills and a quiet push and pull between duty and the quiet, subtle care that Marliene disguised beneath her whims.

"Come now, there is no harm in humoring me but for a moment."