The facial expression of the female showed that the words were submerged a doubt in her mind. As if that was just rubbish, that the raven wasn’t a Prince. A frown came disturbed the perfect features of the royal figure. Deny his title will only irritate his mood. A soft sigh of warmed air swept past a secluded grassy clearing.
Ashen arm folded across neatly primed Uchiha’s attire, where svelte spine also curved in recognition of almighty instruction. Lips with a low, dulcet intonation of velvet subordination unto deity, unto genesis and creator; before whom these soul-omitted carrion-crows of spirit and merriment found their true covenant.
“Spare me this old stereotype of Prince." The intonation clearly showed that the irritation was present. Yet the voice was quiet and very severe.
Surprise momentarily took over Homura’s features; she hadn’t been expecting a reply like that. Perhaps she shouldn’t have made an assumption like that. Perhaps it was because of the fairy tales she was told when she was younger. Bright and mesmerising princes in charming clothes with kind smiles…
This man was nothing like that.
Recovering her stoic facade, the magical girl placed one hand on her hip and tossed the other through her hair. "Whatever. So there are princes like you. You’re obviously different than the ones in story books, I’ll give you that. But that place you mentioned…Konohagakure, right?” Amethyst orbs surveyed the grassy area as the wind quietly rolled over it. “…I’ve never heard of it. Where exactly is it located?”
