Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Georgiana's eyes had studied the crew members before her with terrible disdain. The stench of the boat and rotten fish was the most horrible thing her delicate nose had ever smelled she raised her bound arms and removed the gag with some difficulty, then put it to her nose. Her ivory dress pooled around her, creating a halo for her slender frame, and she wished she had the courage to scream. When Melchior's calloused hand reached towards her to stroke her hair, the princess pulled back, looking him over smugly. She stayed silent, though, stoic as ever, though excitement rushed through her body, creating a warm glow to rise to her cheeks. Though Donna may have attributed the rosy color to her temper flaring, only Georgiana knew it to be the arousal of an adventure that she had craved since she was a sickly child. Pursing her lips, she rose and allowed herself to be pushed into the prison cell. The moment he tied her wrists, the anticipation for an adventure succombed to the horror that she may be made unclean. A flood of relief filled her when she heard the sound of heavy boots clicking away. Anger began to rise in the princess's mind, and her cheeks, once a faint, rosy glow, now became blood red. Her dress- the beautiful work of art a year in the making- was in tatters her silk gloves torn, flowers ripped from her hair, jewels missing from her gown, and her golden sash hanging on by threads. She looked and felt like anything less than a princess, and as her anger rose and subsided within a few minutes, Georgiana turned her attention on trying to unbind her wrists from the hold he had forced her into. The young princess fiddled with the ropes, squeezing her small hands as best she could from her holds but to no avail. So, she waited deepening her breaths as panic shook her bones, and a lump in her throat begged her to shed just one tear. Despite her best efforts to remain aloof and heedless to her situation, her brilliant blue eye began brimming with water. I mustn't cry, she told herself silently. I can cry when I return home, but for now, I musn't cry! Her breath quickened, then slowed, as the time continued on, and the sobering conclusions of her situation passed. Eventually, the tears dried into dim marks on her face, and Georgiana found a comfortable-enough position, though her arms had begun to tingle. She rested her head on her shoulder tiredly at the moment, the adrenaline had begun to wane, and she found herself wanting nothnig more than to sleep. Still, she stayed awake, awaiting the moment when she may negotiate with the captain for her release. --- No, I don't think I will leave him be, quipped the princess, turning to Donna, shielding her eyes from the sun. Fetch a medic. I'll stay with the boy. The word felt so foreign to her of course she had known of men in the past, after all, she was born from woman and man. Still, she had never thought of men as being children, like herself. Could boys make good playmates? she questioned, turning back to look at the child before her, panting and wheezing as he lay on the bed of sand, soaked through his ratty clothes. Your Highness, I do implore you to reconsider- began Donna, her eyes lowering to the figure of the sea-ravaged boy there was a look of crossness to her worn face she knew that saving the boy would upset the Queen, but leaving him would upset the Princess. Still, the queen was often... unpredictable, whereas Georgiana was decidedly altruistic, playful, and affable- if a bit spoiled and demanding. I said, fetch a medic! squealed the princess, her gaunt cheeks beginnnig to flash pink as her temper rose. This instant! Donna immediately courtsied and rushed away, taking with her another maid-in-waiting, while the other two, young ladies circled around the princess and her catch. Georgiana had calmed down, seeing Donna hobble away like that, and had even giggled to herself before turning her attention back to the shipwrecked boy. She plopped down beside him and folded her hands in her lap. My name is Her Royal Highness, Princess Georgiana Rebecca Winter, Daughter of Her Royal Highness Leanne, Duchess of Leicester, she declared proudly. And I've decided that your name is Triton. I think it will look lovely on a gravestone, in case you die. --