Feeling the morning light cascading over her body through the tall arched window of her bedchamber, Arwen lazily awoke, twisting catlike to slide her arm over her husband. Her soft hand slid over to his side, and her eyes narrowed in ire as she felt only the tousled bedsheets, and no Aragorn. Sitting up, elven body covered only in a thin nightgown, she saw he was not in the room, his sword also missing from its hook on the wall. "Again...indeed," she murmured dryly, rising from the bed.
After performing her morning wash, and donning a tight blue gown with a white waist sash, she padded over and opened the door to her chamber. The guard outside, Tobias, a sturdy muscular man came to attention, gripping the ridiculously ceremonial hauberk in his gauntleted hands. Arwen smirked, the tips of her ears pinking as she saw him watching her out of the corner of her eyes as most of the burly castle guards did, though he was one of the poorer ones at hiding his desires.
"Where say is my attentive husband?" she quipped, irritated at her inability to keep the venomous ire from her voice.
"He left on a hunt earlier this morning, my Queen," Tobias returned, daring to half turn his head to look at her, being rewarded by seeing her body covered only in the thin silks.
"Lovely...fetch me some wine then, I'll keep my own company this morning it seems," Arwen curtly ordered, before spinning on her heel and returning to her chambers. Sitting in front of her studio, she primped herself, combing out her long dark hair, though for what reason other than boredom she had no idea, it couldn't be to impress her absent husband.
Rising to meet the knock at the door, she let the guard enter, and snatched the wine bottle from his grasp. "Thank you guard, that is all," her eyes meeting his, but seeing him looking anywhere but back into her own. Biting her lip, she saw his gaze raking over her body, in the crude manner that humans do, the way that Aragorn did when she first charmed him in Rivendell. "How dare you look at me like that?" she softly remarked, snapping the guard from his musings.
"Ahh...my apologies, milady," bowing slightly, then adding "Perhaps if milady would wear more when her husband wasn't about...," then going quickly silent.
Arwen's cheeks pinked, no one having spoken to her in such a way in ages. "How dare you suggest such a thing. I'm not some sort of barroom hussy," her breath coming faster underneath her gown, breasts rising as she endured this outrage.
"Of course not ma'am, my apologies," the guard returned quickly, having no desire to find Aragorn's wraith visit him.
"That's better, though doubtfully sincere," turning to leave, her hair swinging out and brushing his arm. "You can return to your duty, you've done quite enough here," slinking back to her bed with the wine bottle.
Bowing, sweating into his armor, the guard quickly left, shaking his head at his foolishness, but taking a last long look at his elven queen before going back to his post. Arwen lounged on her bed, sipping the wine and thinking of the guards rude remark, and how it made her feel.
Tobias stood outside the door, mind drifting between nothing and thinking of Arwen just on the other side of the wall, boredom and idle fatigue claiming him as it tended to do at this hour, when he heard a small crash from inside her chambers. Snapping alert, he quickly went inside, seeing Arwen by her window, bent over and cleaning up glass from the broken wine bottle. "Are you all right my Queen?" Tobias intoned as he went over to assist her, his eyes falling on her luscious slender ass, her arched back as she picked up the pieces.
Arwen looked back at him, reaching down for more of the broken bottle, her long dark hair hanging down. "I'm fine, the bottle just slipped," picking up another piece before turning back to see the guard standing behind her, his eyes once again on her body. Straightening up, she pointed at the remains, "Clean that up if you would."
