[indent][indent][indent] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/vz3gTHR.png[/img] [/right] [/cell][cell] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [sup][h2][center] [color=black][sub]L A D Y Z A R A I L E S D E M A N[/sub][/color] [color=93a477][sub]L A D Y Z A R A I L E S D E M A N[/sub][/color][center][sub][sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bc/75/6b/bc756bf9f2f5b7f82808a1d02d786bc7.jpg][i][sub]♖ o u t f i t ♖[/sub][/i][/url] [/sub][/sub] [/center] [/center] [/h2][/sup] [center][color=silver][sub]S O R I A N P A R K , 1 2 : 0 0 A M[/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]I N T E R A C T I O N S : [/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]M E N T I O N S : [/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [/cell] [/row] [/table] [/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/eHHlypM.png[/img] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][color=gray] Zarai found herself staring at her reflection. Too tall and far too thin. Her chin elongated; it looked sharp enough to cut wood in half and leaned slightly to the right. Her arms were long like tree branches, skinny as if they could snap at any second. Her eyes, she could barely see them in her reflection they looked [i]wrong[/i]. Zarai frowned at the unfamiliar reflection, raising her left arm and then her right to see if her reflection would do the same. They bent in her elbows inwardly as if she had broken them. [color=93a477]”Who finds this entertaining?"[/color] Zarai eyed her reflection one more time before she continued walking, leaving the house of mirrors behind them. After the prince’s court, Zarai had Sir Barrios take her back to the guest house, knowing her mother wouldn’t be there, and switch back to her old dress but left Fritz’s work on her hair untouched. Duchess Lesdeman had a meeting with some uber-fancy schmancy businessman to buy property in Sorian. An estate that Zarai only knew about because she had been snooping in her mother’s office. A summer house? Winter home? Zarai could buy her own apartment in Sorian. Leave Puerto Vira and to whoever her parents decide to pass it to and live here. Change her name. She could be Liege Ariel Alvarado, a mysterious noble from faraway lands of Catalonia who sings in the taverns during their free time and is a bit of a lady killer. Or she could be Lord Loid of Lordshire or Lady Cassandra Castleton! Zarai needed to come up with better names for her alter egos. [color=aa86ca]"My Lady, where are we exactly going?"[/color] Sir Barrios spoke up from behind her. Since leaving the palace walls, he’d been glued to her like a parasite. Seemed like he did not want a repeat of today’s encounter with Fritz and Udo. The thought of them was quickly forgotten. [color=93a477]"I promised my little [i]princesita[/i] that I would come to find her once the court was over."[/color] Zarai glanced back at the knight, glaring at the empty chair he was still pushing around. [color=93a477]"Sir Barrios, I thought I had said to leave that."[/color] [color=aa86ca]"Your mother ordered that I take it everywhere you go, "[/color] Sir Barrios gave the same reply he had given her fifteen minutes ago. [color=93a477]"Fine."[/color] She rolled her eyes, giving a breath of irritation as she picked up her skirts and sat on the chair. She sucked in air through her teeth and quickly motioned the knight to continue their search. If he was persistent in bringing the dammed chair, she might as well use it, not because it was getting painful to walk. The steel wheels made it difficult to traverse through the grass, making the chair rattle with every step Sir Barrios took, and while it was far better than walking, it would take them long to find Anastasia. She couldn’t see anything aside from other people’s crotch areas and little kids running past her, some pointing to her and laughing. [color=93a477][i]Little shits, do it again, and I’ll trip you.[/i][/color] They walked around for a few more minutes, the sea of crotches walking past her as she craned her neck, trying to search for her friend. After a while, she gave up when the aching on her side became too much and sat back in the chair, looking for the dress Anastasia had worn instead. Twenty minutes had passed before Sir Barrios cleared his throat and stopped the chair on the side of a pastel yellow stand. [color=aa86ca]"My Lady, are you sure she is still here? She may have left already."[/color] Sir Barrios walked to the front of the chair. [color=aa86ca]"The Princess may have gone on ahead to the Summer Horse Race; I am sure she will be there."[/color] [color=93a477]"[i]Princesita[/i] wouldn’t do that."[/color] Zarai looked at him with a frown, [color=93a477]"Besides, I promised her that I would find her here, and I do not intend to break my promises."[/color] She stood up slowly and ignored the knight's protests as she began walking again in search of Anastasia. [/color][/indent][/indent]