Jane wanted to greet Luna, but her leg was in pain. Shayre's words were comforting, as well as the wondering from the blonde haired girl. Despite the pain, the relief from Luna's smile seemed to melt away some stress dwelling inside of her. Luna seemed like she was in a comfortable position. Perhaps, she knew where they were, knew where there was shelter, knew where there was help, knew where there was food and water. Jane pulled the moss away from her wound. It looked somewhat better, less brown and green and dewy. The red blood was still not done bleeding. She knew she would need to do something to her leg to make it stop bleeding. Maybe if she wrapped moss around it.
Jane didn't want to be rude, but interrupted and did not say anything back to Luna, "I think I need some more moss..." She paused, catching her breath, taking a breath inbetween the pain, "to wrap around my wound..." She looked at Shayre as she spoke, unsure if her words were clear or not. The presence of another made her feel warmer, more mature. The ease of another person helped calm her mind.
The sun was setting in the sky, the orange use was darkening, and the sky was turning purple. The clouds were swirling as the wind began to pick up its pace. The trees were slowly moving into a sleeping position, moving its branches. Jane slightly had recognition or remembrance of this accurate before she had been attacked by wild bears. But at that time, she thought she was still hallucinating and found the trees to be friendly and... She was so hungry. She had not eaten for four days. She wanted to say something to Luna, but asking for moss was all that she could muster up, suddenly recoiling back into her inner state, letting Shayre be the leader.
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Family shmamily. Royalty is a bit incestive, right? Or, am I really pushing the incest card, here?
Prince Aleksandr was amazed at Nadia. Normally, he would not have done anything of the such; he was a stickler for the rules, almost a prude in some way. He wanted to badly to be king, he was afraid to break the rules. . With the exception of breaking them with the Duke's son. But, Nadia was so playful and innocent, the way she maneuvered herself through the hedges and the secret passages. She couldn't possibly get them into any trouble.
He followed her, holding her hand tighter than before. A rush of adrenalin sprinted through his body, flushing his cheeks at the thought of being commanded around by a woman aside from his mother. Ah, his beloved mother. .
"Another way?" He was astounded. She left the castle so often, then. He wondered for how long she had been so rebellious. The thought of the duke and his rebellious antics suddenly made him jealous. He was beginning to warm up to the idea of sneaking around the castle with Nadia. He knew a few places, which he was informed about due to his respectful character, "Did someone tell you about these locations?"
As Nadia being a female, he was even more surprised. He held his breath a bit, anticipating some response strange to his knowledge of her.
He followed her, holding her hand tighter than before. A rush of adrenalin sprinted through his body, flushing his cheeks at the thought of being commanded around by a woman aside from his mother. Ah, his beloved mother. .
"Another way?" He was astounded. She left the castle so often, then. He wondered for how long she had been so rebellious. The thought of the duke and his rebellious antics suddenly made him jealous. He was beginning to warm up to the idea of sneaking around the castle with Nadia. He knew a few places, which he was informed about due to his respectful character, "Did someone tell you about these locations?"
As Nadia being a female, he was even more surprised. He held his breath a bit, anticipating some response strange to his knowledge of her.
I am okay with Nadia falling for Erik. Alexi will just have a broken heart. I can see him weeping over Latin written Erasmus literature, already.
"Tell me, Nadia, what are your past time activities? I barely know you," his deep voice radiated in question to the small child. She seemed so young, fragile, even for the moments that he kept remembering they always astounded him, continuously, as if a bond was forming forever over the marvelous size of her body, and the length of her beautiful, silk hair.
His lean frame did not turn to take peaks at her, but kept locked in his memory, and felt through his large hand over hers. "I am wondering if the king provoked this outing for a particular reason," he said before waiting for her response. He felt himself moving quickly with her, but he knew hand holding was as far as this date would let him get. There were servants and guards all around them, around any corner. Anything further would go recorded and he would be reprimanded.
With any such bad luck, he knew he had to make some kind of connection, lest his heart get broken when the dukes came into town. He knew how to pull the rebellious heart strings of Aleksandr, and for one, those strings were jealous and ungentlemanly. He could see himself not being a gentleman in this moment, forcing himself to hold hands with her... Interrupting her answers. Nervous blood flowed through his veins, and he knew it was showing through his speech, no matter how calm he presumed his voice to be steady.
His lean frame did not turn to take peaks at her, but kept locked in his memory, and felt through his large hand over hers. "I am wondering if the king provoked this outing for a particular reason," he said before waiting for her response. He felt himself moving quickly with her, but he knew hand holding was as far as this date would let him get. There were servants and guards all around them, around any corner. Anything further would go recorded and he would be reprimanded.
With any such bad luck, he knew he had to make some kind of connection, lest his heart get broken when the dukes came into town. He knew how to pull the rebellious heart strings of Aleksandr, and for one, those strings were jealous and ungentlemanly. He could see himself not being a gentleman in this moment, forcing himself to hold hands with her... Interrupting her answers. Nervous blood flowed through his veins, and he knew it was showing through his speech, no matter how calm he presumed his voice to be steady.
The plot thickens! Oooh ~
Jane let out a few more heavy breaths, which were trying to conceal her crying. She pulled her hands away from her hair and looked at Shayre's dirty face. They were both a mess. What were they even going to do at this moment, in this place. . get clean. Jane took the moss, not saying a word to Shayre, no thank you. Her face stayed solemn. She pressed the moss against her face, feeling a cool liquid seep through her skin. It was refreshing, like the the constant wind blowing.
She wiped her face, feeling the breeze against her cheeks, again. She had not realize how disgusting her skin had been, how covered and smeared with dirt and ground. She had chosen her face first out of vanity. But really, she should have washed her leg first. Her survival instincts were giving in to her fainthearted chest flutters as she just began having the ability to catch her breath.
She was holding off from having another mental break down. She kept questioning why she had to do this, with moss, why she was so dirty, why she was so tired, why she was so... much in pain. Jane drew in a deep breath as she stared at her leg. She looked at Shayre and gave out a hesitant look. She had tried to smile, almost to make it comical, but instead, her face just squinted in some painful array. She felt the, now warm moss press against her leg. The water stung, and hurt, like she was touching a sensitive bruise. She clenched her teeth together, "Tsss-," she drew the moss away from her leg. Her panting got heavier, as she lost her breath, again.
Jane dabbed the moss against her leg, again. She clutched her leg with her other hand as she dabbed the wound, squeezing the moss to let water trickle out over the wound. The water tickled down her leg while her hand clutching her leg, squeezed the circulation and numbed the pain. She rocked back and forth several times, trying to endure the pain the best she could, "I'm sorry," she managed to spill from her mouth, "I'm just--it hurts," she let out a sheepish, pain-high laugh, knowing her washing her wound must have made her look like some mental patient or mentally retarded persona.
No matter how hard Shayre tried to sympathize with her, she couldn't let her guard down around him. Perhaps, it was that they were strangers. Perhaps, it was that he was the opposing gender. Perhaps, it was because he was younger and she felt in some ways protective over him. Whatever the reason, she felt horrible for him having to take care of her, watch her like this.
She wiped her face, feeling the breeze against her cheeks, again. She had not realize how disgusting her skin had been, how covered and smeared with dirt and ground. She had chosen her face first out of vanity. But really, she should have washed her leg first. Her survival instincts were giving in to her fainthearted chest flutters as she just began having the ability to catch her breath.
She was holding off from having another mental break down. She kept questioning why she had to do this, with moss, why she was so dirty, why she was so tired, why she was so... much in pain. Jane drew in a deep breath as she stared at her leg. She looked at Shayre and gave out a hesitant look. She had tried to smile, almost to make it comical, but instead, her face just squinted in some painful array. She felt the, now warm moss press against her leg. The water stung, and hurt, like she was touching a sensitive bruise. She clenched her teeth together, "Tsss-," she drew the moss away from her leg. Her panting got heavier, as she lost her breath, again.
Jane dabbed the moss against her leg, again. She clutched her leg with her other hand as she dabbed the wound, squeezing the moss to let water trickle out over the wound. The water tickled down her leg while her hand clutching her leg, squeezed the circulation and numbed the pain. She rocked back and forth several times, trying to endure the pain the best she could, "I'm sorry," she managed to spill from her mouth, "I'm just--it hurts," she let out a sheepish, pain-high laugh, knowing her washing her wound must have made her look like some mental patient or mentally retarded persona.
No matter how hard Shayre tried to sympathize with her, she couldn't let her guard down around him. Perhaps, it was that they were strangers. Perhaps, it was that he was the opposing gender. Perhaps, it was because he was younger and she felt in some ways protective over him. Whatever the reason, she felt horrible for him having to take care of her, watch her like this.
Aleksandr felt his cheeks burning as Nadia grabbed him in such a friendly manner, "I'm glad you were not waiting long," he managed to spill from his mouth as she dragged him in a direction around the garden, "It is a nice garden," he let out a small, sheepish laugh, feeling the light hairs on his back rise as his sister forced a bond between them.
She was so tiny and fragile compared to him. He wasn't sure how there could be such height differences in the family, but it did not matter. He did not mind them. He actually enjoyed them. She was so small, pulling his large body (in comparison to hers) around the garden.
He her hands were small and tiny. He removed her hands from his arm and held one in his hand, "Is it alright if we walk like this?" His voice was deep, and compassionate. They were siblings after all. What was wrong with them holding hands?
She was so tiny and fragile compared to him. He wasn't sure how there could be such height differences in the family, but it did not matter. He did not mind them. He actually enjoyed them. She was so small, pulling his large body (in comparison to hers) around the garden.
He her hands were small and tiny. He removed her hands from his arm and held one in his hand, "Is it alright if we walk like this?" His voice was deep, and compassionate. They were siblings after all. What was wrong with them holding hands?
Prince Aleksandr generally dressed to impress, and did not need to quickly out on a new suit, and thus, he walked quickly to the Royal Garden. The garden was lavish and beautiful with an extravagantly carved, elegant, white marble fountain in the middle of the garden, surrounded by various colors of flowers which also outlined paths and secret passageways amongst the garden's beauty.
Aleksandr spotted Nadia and walked over to her. He looked down at Nadia, standing in front of her. She was sitting elegantly in the bench. He spoke calmly, stoically, as usual, "You've been waiting for me. I hope not long. How are you, Princess Nadia?" His hands were tucked in my pockets, nervously. He remained string standing, with his tall, slim, lean build.
Aleksandr spotted Nadia and walked over to her. He looked down at Nadia, standing in front of her. She was sitting elegantly in the bench. He spoke calmly, stoically, as usual, "You've been waiting for me. I hope not long. How are you, Princess Nadia?" His hands were tucked in my pockets, nervously. He remained string standing, with his tall, slim, lean build.
CandiKane said
ok :3 and does the prince have a thing for his sister? xDCynder sorry about running off like that xD
Just a plot thickener! He's not taken, yet. ;)
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