Ina's Room

The past two weeks have been mainly riding Hummingbird around and touring the surrounding forest. Thinking of Scars of course because. Frig. Who wouldn't? Also because she's 16 and he was the first man she was attracted too off the bat, in which the attraction was not at all in the sense of a father or brother notion.
She had also visited Moira at some point but came back only a day after. Ina would amuse Conn when his Audience Room was dead or had annoying Nobles. They people watched, it was a lot of fun. Especially when the noble would hear them and feel self conscious about what they commented on.

Ina was dreaming and was happy in her sleep when she heard something in the real world. With a small flicker of her eyelids her eyes snapped open and grabbed a dagger in one gesture and landed straddling Tadgh to pin him, ignoring the fact her night gown crawled up her thighs showing off that freckles even decorated her legs. She had it against his throat when she recognized who she landed on. She gave Tadgh an expression between confused, surprised and fear some could also say embarrassment. "Scars?" She would squint. "Whyy.. are you on the ground?" Why was he even in her room? Uhm Ina you don't have pants on.

She placed her knife to the side where it had been. Because if she didn't, she'd end up stepping on it. Again. And. Ow. When he commented the the ground being more comfortable than the ground outside she gave him a face that suggested she felt the opposite. "I would rather sleep on the dirt and grass than sleep on concrete." She would admit. "I'd take that over a bed any day." But she didn't because she had to be a human and not an animal in this castle. Usually. "You didn't scare me." She smirked. She felt him move under her and she blushed.
She liked their height and size difference. But she actually had well built legs and good ankles from the years of traveling outside. She didn't have a princess' set of legs. She moved her legs to tighten against his sides and then pushed him back to the ground as best she could. Hopefully he gave up resistance because she was 117 pounds less than him. She moved to stand up to go get him a pillow. If he let her anyways. If not she blinked at him. "You can stay here, and sleep. I don't mind." She would answer with a blush. If he did she said the same thing but got him a pillow.

Giggling a little she shook her head. "I gather that is the difference between a Scot Prince who has spent nights in a bed, and a Lost Princess who spent most of her life in a forest." She'd would admit bluntly to Tadgh again. "You're welcome." She would state. When he began to fall asleep again she would smile and move about him. Then she'd decide to be bold and lay beside him, placing her head on his chest to fall asleep. She didn't know why she was being bold. But well maybe she did. He seemed to not mind her actions like this and if he did well.. Ina would let him be and let him sleep on the floor as long as he pleased alone. But she did lay there and fall asleep and fast. Her hair had entangled itself sometime during the night from a bun she had tamed it as best she could. It would fall around her frame and pool around his chest nicely for once. Dozing was nice, but she found out quickly that it was nicer against someone. Even if the relationship they were in with her was questionable. He really had only been her first dance and flirt.

She fell asleep thinking about how he had slept on the cell's cement floor. She flinched with knowledge on what he had possibly went through. When she dozed off she would calmly sleep as always. Upon her nap deciding it was time to wake up she looked up and blinked for a moment. Looking up at Tadgh and then shifting in his arm. "Sorry Scars. You looked like a comfortable pillow.." She said with a blush to her freckles. She began to raise and move his arm a bit she watched him and tilted her head. "We have the same scar." She would say noticing it on his collarbone. She ran her finger over it. Her's was very visible from where she had her gown on her collarbone.
"Your father did a lot of this to you didn't he?" She would say bluntly with a frown. Shaking her head. Glancing into his eyes daringly as she always seemed to when she could have her eyes reach them. She didn't like Duncan. She caught on that something wasn't right about him when she saw Connall and Lorcan deck the man. There was no real reason on her part for seeing it happen. But Tadgh's laugh and proclaiming love for Ina's family was enough. She was in solitude for many years in her life but in all honesty. Well.. You get to learn strangers fairly quickly. "Is this why you stayed in Ireland?" She would ask him with a tilt of her head.

When he kissed her scar she blushed deeper than ever. Blinking at him as he raised his head and spoke to her more. She sat with her legs crossed though her night gown was moved so that it showed some small shorts that were under it. She wasn't stupid. No need for tighty whities when you have shorts! She listened to him and her face scrunched in distaste. It was a threatening look on her. She looked more like a strong Queen like Moira and Morgan and less like a Lost Princess when she did. She despised his father now. When he showed her all of his scars she actually gasped. "Oh my goodness Tadgh!" She would say his name for the first time. Her Gaelic form of his name was well trained. She let her hands moved about them until he wanted to put his shirt back down. Something about him, something made her break her shell and just welcomed her to touch him. Maybe it was how they met. How they continued to meet that made her comfortable. "I would have killed him if I saw you a few weeks ago." She admitted with a fire in her voice. She was bloody well trained for it.
Then she heard him call Connall her father she actually put her hands over her mouth. Letting them fall there was a large smile in place. Her family. He called them her family at the masquerade. Conn was now her father to him. "King Connall isn't my father.. But he may very well be." She said with a broken but happy tone. She would tell him her story. "My father was actually the Late King of the East, Doyle O'Aohd. I am an illegitimate child. My late father's wife was very ill and could not bear heirs.. So I gained her favour as a little girl. When I was 8, Queen Enna passed. My father wasn't a bad man neither a bad king. But he was a bad father." She admitted and then placed her hand on her scar. "The man he hired to put me into the Clergy as a Cleric and maybe Nun later.. Took his claymore to me. But it had been my fault.. I tried to get rid of the man with a dagger. He was just skilled." She also explained Queen Moira's finding and growing up alone in the forest and how Conn made her the High Lady. Also she added in that she never had a family till four weeks ago.

Ina saw him flinch so she didn't really touch his back for too long. As he shook his head she smirked a little. She could understand his way of thinking. To want death on your father was a wrong thing even if he did all those things to you. But the world would be an easier place. "Everyone has a weakness, a thing they aren't able to wrap their minds around. Maybe he just is a bad father to men?" She'd smirk a little at the comment on his sister. Well at least she was safe where she was. Nodding lightly to the dog example. Upon his hug she blushed and wrapped her arms around him as best she could. His arms were so big that they swallowed up her form. Which kind of excited her.
"I'm sorry your father is a jerk too." She would respond softly to him. "You're welcome to sleep on the floor in my bedroom if you wish it. But you should talk to Conn." She'd chuckle a little. "Just leave out the part that you're sleeping on my floor.." She would say with a bit of a teasing tone. Whenever he'd turn around she'd shuffle around and put on a simple dress and she would tell him he could turn back around as she was tying the belt of the dress.