You're a weapon

The moment the two of them moved theirselves into the bar a soft smile appeared on Ravenna her face. Many nights where spend here together with her sister. Many nights full of pleasure, music, dancing, and some small drinks. They always had to be sure not to ‘over drink’ themselves because inside of the castle they would usually find out. But as they entered it definitely felt different. The music was not as loud as normal, there where not even as many people as before and even the Innkeeper was leaning against the bar talking to some other men.

Curiously she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as the two of them moved further. But as she heard Devon his voice again she snapped out of her thoughts and moved her gaze towards his. It is stunning right conforming his words. She smiled back at him and they made their way towards the bar where she places lifts her dress bit up and places herself on one of the stools. Before she could appeal the Innkeeper she heard Devon talk again and her gaze turned towards him. This time a bit curious. I would appreciate that she looks at him with the elegant and sweet smile she reserves for important people alone. Thinking about the brewery she could order. A red wine would do the trick, but it would make her look dull. Perhaps a whiskey? She never tried that though, most privateers and pirates drink that stuff. She had seen Robin and Rhys drinking it and it smelled as if someone was about to throw up. The thought of it alone made her chuckle a bit and she pierced her gaze away from Devon.  I’d like to have an ale, sir Also not a very feminine drink for someone with her status and title but right now that did not matter. Devon still didn’t knew who she was and she wanted to keep it that way. It was information she would give him later, or not.

Ravenna turns her body towards the man next to her and crosses her legs over each other. Letting her arm rest against the bar. Did you already made a choice or do you need help with that? unabashed her ice blue eyes trail over his face/body and softly she bit her lip. He definitely was something different.

Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not?

Ravenna chuckled over his words as he let her reconsider her option. She turned her gaze away and looked at the bottles of rum and whiskey that where placed on the counter. After she took another look she shook her head slightly and made sure to the innkeeper that she wanted an ale. With a slight grin on his face the man looked towards Devon and also took his order. Within no time two glasses filled with the rich and golden liquid where placed in front of the two. She lifted it up with both her hands and lifted it up towards Devon. She was thinking about a toast, some things that passed her mind where to cliché or too obvious. But after a short moment of the options that passed by her lips curled up into a smile I’d say, to a lovely evening, sir.

As a princess, you would think that she was quite used to alcohol tastings from her studies on etiquette and culture anyhow, her mother thought her well yet she never understood any of these alcoholic drinks. It made her feel more dizzy and uncomfortable as it should be. As she took a few sips of the ale she felt it move it’s way down her throat a warm feeling run trough her body and she placed the drink back on the counter. Letting her slender fingers rest around the glass for a while. It turned quiet again and for a while Ravenna did not bother about that. She was just enjoying the feeling of being out on her own and independent for a change. No rules from the castle and no guards that followed her around with every step she took. And yet, with this stranger by her side she felt safe and sound.

Ravenna turned her gaze away from the man and casually took in the rest of the room, noting the decoration that was placed as perfect as they could. Candles were set upon every table, drapes of a deep bordeaux red color at the windows, with the usual paintings upon the walls that regaled the place's history and success over the years. There were a few other persons within, mostly men with cigars and drinks in hand, conversing in jest with one another. The usual men who where sitting there everyday. The one that are always drunk but never bother you. There was a couple sitting near one another at the window, the only thing she saw was the endless and dreamy smile the girl gave to the boy. She blinked at them with a strange feeling in her chest that might have been close to jealousy. But not enough to bother herself with.

Once her gaze drifted back towards the man she felt two eyes piercing on her. It made her feel somewhat uncomfortable so she pulled the glass up and took another sip looking at him from behind her long lashed. As his words filled the room again she could feel all the comfort been thrown out of her body. Her rosy cheeks turned red and all she could do was pinch her nails in the glass. Her troath felt dry so she decided to take another sip before she would be able to speak again. In the first seconds Ravenna did not knew what to say to him. Or if she should say anything at all. After all he was still a stranger and she was already lying to him about her origin. Maybe he would understand why she did that though. So a little flirting never harmed anyone, does it? Well.. she glanced. I never knew honeyed words would be your ’thing, sir' she teased him as she leaned against the bar. The effects began to sink in and she felt her body relax and her head turn a bit dizzy. The glass was placed next to her again and she leaned somewhat forward towards Devon. But, you must know; Honeyed words won’t assure my interest her voice soft, only hearable for the one they where ment for. Her slender fingers pushed a dark lock behind her ear and she let her hand rest on his leg for a short moment. What was she doing.

Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not?

She knew that eyes where always placed on her. Lurking from one corner to another. And of course they would. She was a princess of Valyria and many servants and knights/guards at the castle had to take care for her.

His words reached her ear. And made her heart skipped a beat. Maybe because she never experiences moments like these, maybe this ’stranger’ was triggering her feelings. She didn’t know just yet. All that she did knew was that the man did not knew who she was but clearly did not bother about her status in this capital city. And it made her feel a little more at ease. Her cheeks blossomed as he spoke with every compliment he gave her Ravenna could feel her heart move faster.

But before she knew it she got distracted by the door of the cafe that went open. Her cold blue gaze twisted from devon his eyes towards the front door of the cafe. And the comfort she had just felt suddenly was swallowed away as the gold amor of her guards appeared on stage. Her breath stoked and she moves back her hand. Carefully looking back at devon. I, I am sorry. sir. I have to go. her voice suddenly sound much more fragile and afraid. Ravenna pushes herself up from the barstool and puls her soft scarf over her head. Covering her curled hair and face. She moves forward and places her hand on his shoulder, before she spoke her last words quietly. Thank you for this day devon. she gently presses a soft kiss on his cheek and leaves.

She managed to escape from the eyesight of the guards and moves herself out quickly. Her heart beating in her throat with every step she took. Thinking back about the stranger she had just left in the café. Perhaps if he stayed around this city it was time to tell him her real name and title. But not now.

Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not?