Re: Frisson | 4-1-2019 | Afternoon
Nathaniel had known the moment Eva’s lovely, rounded little toes had left the ground of Asgard. He’d sensed her magic within the halls of his very castle and allowed a small sigh to escape his lips. Nate lifted his right leg and crossed it over his left, then shifted his weight to rest on his right elbow. This was his slightly annoyed throne pose because he’d been trying his best to keep Eva out of Helheim until his renovations were complete. However, making Eva do anything you didn’t want her to was... difficult. Something else he admired about her.
When Eva quickly appeared, Nate’s eyebrow rose at her choice of attire. His annoyance fled quickly, replaced with a different emotion. She greeted their subjects and Nate closely examined what he could see while she bent forward. Eva approached the throne and Nate’s posture remained, he wanted to see this.
Oh, is this a game? he wondered. Payback for the evening in the scorpion chair? He’d play. “Helheim has already sworn featly to Asgard and its rulers,” he reminded her, then he slowly uncrossed his legs and let his right foot fall with a stomp. The craftsmen and subjects inside the throne room stopped their work and slowly shambled out. He was the king of the dead and the dead served him.
Nathaniel waited a short moment until the hall was mostly clear, then he stood. His excitement was evident and he made no attempt to hide it. The King of Helheim stepped closer to Eva, then dropped to one knee before her. His lips fell forward and kissed her stocking, just above her knee. “I swear my allegiance to you,” he reminded her with another kiss.