(*And her Seven Deadly Lovely Maids)
Marianne let out an exasperated huff as she continued to angrily stalk towards the baths, blowing a strand of hair that laid on her brow upwards. Under her breath, she spewed a string of obscenities and curses in her native tongue to vent her frustrations. Not far behind her, her seven maids chattered amongst themselves noisily as they followed Marianne on her heels in a single file column. Distracted, Marianne looked over her shoulder as she rounded a corner and had to stop short for she nearly bumped into Captain Fanily, who apparently had the same intentions as her.
With a sharp gasp, Marianne stopped herself and placed a hand on her chest in an apologetic gesture.
"Captain Fanily! Je suis désolé! S'il vous plaît excusez-moi I was not paying...attention..."It wasn't until the end of her sentence that Marianne realized, she had made a mistake.
She had hoped that she didn't say her dear Captain's name loudly enough so that
they would hear.
But unfortunately for the both of them,
they had.
The look of impending doom that darkened Marianne's expression may have confused her poor captain, but it would all become clear soon.
Turning her head ever so slightly to look at her maids behind her, she noticed that they all stared at Captain Fanily with rapt attention having fallen silent. All it took was for one of them to ask the right question.
"Lady Marianne, did you say...Captain Fanily?" One of them asked.
"As in...the Captain of the Iron Roses?" Another asked.
Marianne turned her head back to look at Captain Fanily.
"Merde." Marianne thought to herself as she could only look even more apologetic to her Captain.
Silently, Marianne mouthed a word to Fanily.
For her to
"Run."With an explosion of joyous cheer, the seven maids all squealed as they rushed the little Captain.
Immediately bombarding her with questions and remarks on her appearance.
"Oh, but you are just so young!""She's only a child!""So the rumors were true!""Look at her hair, it's so pretty!" A maid said as she brushed a white-gloved hand against a strand of Fanily's blonde hair.
"Her eyes are so blue!""How young are you, dear Captain?""Congratulations on your first successful mission!""We're so happy to see you home safe!""Dear Captain, do you have a boyfriend?"And on and on the maids went, interrogating the teenaged girl without really giving her a chance to respond thanks to the rapid nature of their native dialect. Slowly, the began to surround her as they closed in. Assaulting her with a gauntlet of personal questions.
Marianne tried to save Captain Fanily, taking a few steps towards the group and motioning with her hands for them to back off.
"Girls! Girls! Please give the Captain some privacy and space! I'm sure she's tired and-"But, the maids were in full swing. Speaking amongst one another with lively spirits constantly inquiring Fanily of various random things.
