While You May Look Beautiful With Rose Colored Cheeks And A Bright Smile.

While you may look beautiful with rose colored cheeks and a bright smile.

           You look even better with blood stained cheeks and a feral grin.

By the time Maria finished her book, her meal was finished and she learnt nothing new. Well, except that Sir Velstadt and Kasimir were totally banging later and that she should stay outside for the rest of the night. Thank goodness that she was a pyromancer. Getting up and stretching, she gave a sigh of relief at the satisfying crack from her back. Very satisfying.

“I’m gonna call it a night. Reading wise.” She called out walking over to a bookshelf but this time with a plan.

“Amon, here boy.” She called to the spirit, waiting for him patiently. Amon let out an annoyed huff from being forced to move, but did as she asked and stood next to her. Lifting one leg up, she gingerly placed her foot on his back, the other following when Amon didn’t react. Now at the appropriate height, Maria put the book in its proper place. Hopping off of Amon, she gave him a large beaming smile.

“Good boy! You’re getting a treat if I find anymore dried mangoes. Have fun studying, Your Highness!” She said, waving at Kasimir as she walked out the door, only to freeze and peek back in with a sly look.

“Oh, and with Velstadt too.” She added, closing the door before he could react. Giggling to herself, she hefted her bag on her shoulders, strolling down the corridor with a grin on her face. Only for that grin to drop when she saw who else was there.

“Ugh, not him again.” She grumbled under her breath, irritably. She honestly decided that she did not like Gotthard, his attitude reminding her of all the annoying boys at school. You know, the one that would argue with a teacher for the whole class period over something minor? That type. Unfortunately for her, there were no other paths except past him.

“If I keep my head down and ignore him, I should breeze right past him with no conversations or problems.” She mumbled to herself in encouragement, grasping her bag straps with her hands as carefully made her way past him.

Almost...there...

kingarise

Maria only rolled her eyes at the two, softly chuckling underneath her breath. They obviously like each other. Not that she has a problem with it. She would prefer to not put someone through the same complication she and Cassie endured when they became public.

As long as they weren’t embarrassingly loud. She’d rather go to bed tonight without nightmares.

Gotthard leaned up against the wall, his Zweihander strapped to his back. The wanderer scowled: normally his mood wouldn’t go this bad… but gods be damned if the rotten memories of his past don’t make his guts churn with all the disgust in the world.

“You don’t look so good.”

The voice behind him was surprisingly lacking in the smugness he knew so well, though the wanderer didn’t look behind him:

“Looking at him makes me sick.” The knight scowled, huffing with his arms crossed over his wall. Tyraemon was nowhere near him, otherwise he would have known.

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“While I understand that cleaning is their job, I’m not here to give them more work.” She responded coolly. She wasn’t used to people having to clean up after her. At her parents’ home, her ma and dad practically had a fit if she even left her shoes anywhere else but by the door. At school, Ms. Falmea would keep you in if your desk wasn’t the epitome of cleanliness. At her house, she prefers things being clean because she’s scared of one of her pets would eat something and die.

“I guess I’ll just reread this while I eat.” She mumbled, walking back over to her bag, pulling it to a dark corner and sitting on the floor, Amon laying down in front of her, keeping his narrowed gaze on the human.

Digging through her bag, she pulled out a green apple  and bit into it.

kingarise

“Well, you and me both. I hope I didn’t distract you too much.” She responded absentmindedly, more focused on putting the books back neatly. She was doing pretty good, until she got to the upper shelves. They were too high up for her short frame. She tried to reach it on her tip toes but that barely made any difference. Damn.

“Maybe I can yeet it up there?” She asked herself, taking a step back to assess the situation. She really didn’t want to throw an old book, but there was nothing to stand on. She could make a stack of books and stand on those but her mom would summon hellfire itself if she ever even sensed her daughter doing something so disrespectful.

“Whelp. Shit.”

“Leave it there, the servants will handle this tomorrow morning.” Kasimir gestures to a stack of other books resting on a old oak table nearby. He cocked his head a little to the side questioningly, though said nothing even as the question hovered on his mind.

He settled back down into his chair -

The clatter of his spear onto the ground drew a sigh from him: picking it up again to lean against his desk. Damn, the sound echoes so loud in this quiet place.

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Oh great, the king had a son too?! And he’s a paladin? Well, paladin in training.

“I...I see. Well, sir, or Your Highness, or whatever you prefer to be called, I am just here to  return these books to their rightful places. If that is alright with you?” She asked sweetly, taking up the stack and walking over to a bookshelf. Guarding her back, Amon growled deeply at the man, his fire blazing wildly. 

This human had many weapons. Too many weapons. And was, in his opinion, too close to his mistress. He was more than ready to tear out his throat should his mistress give the signal.

kingarise

She wasn’t expecting a response! She was ready to bolt but since the man, she guesses by the voice, hasn’t done anything hostile to her yet, she will try to be diplomatic. Cassie’s lessons won’t be going to waste after all.

“My name is Maria, Maria Dragoncaster. I didn’t know anyone was here. I won’t hurt you, if you don’t hurt me.” She announced. Throwing the fireball into the air, she summoned over a dozen more, making them float in the air and giving her more light. Wow, this guy was armored to the teeth!

“Who are you exactly?”

“Bradley, son of the Knight King and Crown Prince of Eleum Loyce.” He returned coolly. “Paladin in training, as how my father calls me until he deems me ready to be called a proper paladin like he is.”

‘And of course, also Glencour’s brother.’