Marie leaned back as Derek became more riled up, her eyes glinting slightly with that demon electric yellow he had come to know. At the mention of her birth name she gave him a small narrow gaze but said nothing. She was fine with him calling her that, and her parents, her servants….but others? Not so much. Even so, the conversation at hand, the bone chill she felt from Derek’s riling-ness. When he finished she started her rebuttal.
“You can’t actually prove that he’s been draining me…” she mentioned and crossed her arms, noting the small grip he had on the table.
“And I don’t trust him blindly.” She mentioned and shifted to stand, putting her hand on Derek’s wrist and showing him a glimpse of the Kaden she had come to know.
The memories flickered like a recap of movie scenes- ones where saving the princess on a battle field, showing the princess how to fight and defend herself. Teasing her and calling on her fondly. Marie boasting at the fact that she didn’t have any suitors because she could scare them all away when in fact it was Kade doing so. He was protective of her, doted on her, overall the classic trope of ‘Knight falls for Princess’.
But what Marie didn’t see, was that Derek could see the true energy of Kaden’s very being. It was dark and deceitful, shrouded in mist and ill intentions. It was like a permanent sickly halo. The fact that Marie hadn’t picked up on it, never had saw it-didn’t make sense. Obviously Kaden was a very good trickster, and whether or not Marie’s father noticed this..or even had the slightest clue, surely he would have banished Kade by now. But it wasn’t that simple.
Was it?
Marie pulled back her grip from Derek. Her five foot two height meeting the bottom of his chin as she looked upward to him. “Before you start- what gives you the impression that he’s the way you describe him? Because what I’m hearing is that you can’t stand that there’s someone else besides yourself, fawning for my affection. And quite frankly although I find it flattering you would go through such lengths-“
She cut off as the clock strikes eleven, and she gives a small sigh. “Even if I were to believe you, it’s too late to back out now.” She murmured, a gut feeling telling her Derek wasn’t just spewing bullshit.