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

All this kindness, and a slap? He rubbed his cheek with his face expressing surprise, but he was quick to become cheery as he smiled. You talk pretty funny now, Georgiana. he teased, softly poking at her nose, a cute gesture that he remembered her do, especially when he had been unconscious upon the beach that time. When she did say that she would not repeat that 'mistake' she made, Triton didn't seem the least bit dismayed or offended. Then, we just have to be sure not to get caught and no one has to get tortured or killed, right? Oh so naive, he was. Triton always thought only of the best scenario, often this would result in the oversight of potential risks that he could not face. Oh, Melchior? He's not gonna want that. When she asked that she be brought to their captain, Triton only shrugged, From what I've heard he's planning to kill you and sacrifice your blood to Alundra so that he can be granted a wish. Of course, this was all a lie Barusians worship Alundra, the goddess of the moon and supposed creator of the Earth. To anyone else, Alundra was the epitome of Barusian morality gluttonous, cannibalistic and utterly cruel. Such misconceptions would bleed out to the outlook of Barusians even today some believe they were cannibalistic, witless bushmen living under rocks and leaf huts. When the answer obviously affected her, Triton only laughed and fell back on the bed. Wahahah! I'm kidding. But yeah...Melchior really won't listen to you. We've already planned that you would be turned over in exchange for money and jewels. So just sit tight and enjoy the ride he whispered, leaning in to kiss her at the left cheek. Almost like a repayment of that kiss from his younger days that instantly set his cheeks alight...and earned the indignation of the maid constantly taking care of her. The boat was mostly stable, save for a few moments of rocking here and there. Triton sat on the bed side, stroking her gentle, fine golden strands of hair. Besides...aren't you happy that I took you away? he asked, From what I've heard that Pumpkin Duke wasn't a great guy he's too show-offy, arrogant and totally womanizing. Who would want to get married to him? I know Miselotte and Maredith wouldn't. Triton joked, softly lying on the bed, head turned towards her. Remember back then, you were so scared that Donna would scold you for wetting the bed and I'd sleep with you and you'd wake up dry? Oh yes, such sweet and cute memories. Afraid of all sorts of noises at night, he could still remember a teary-eyed Georgiana asking him to sleep with her and scare away all of the boogiemen that haunted Lancashire Castle. Well...do you want to repeat that night? he asked, softly stroking her cheek. Just when had he become such a fine gentleman...strong and able to stand on his own two feet? Donna trembled, afterwards, unable to look at that woman's cold eyes. Her Majesty Leanne was a woman who spoke so little words, yet the entire court hung on every little letter she uttered. The Wise and powerful Queen of Alma Britannia...yet she had been a dismal mother and an even worse wife. While talking about the Queen in such a negative light was a one way trip to the Guillotine, Donna disliked her highness one time her Georgiana fell with the low Fever and the only thing that the Queen was worried about was whether or not it would damage her womb and her appeal for marriage. What kind of woman would think of her daughter in such a way? The Queen's eyes shut close, as if...deliberating on her next action. ...Sound the march. Alert Admiral Charlotte the navy sails tonight. Teach those dark-skinned cockroaches a lesson they shan't forget so soon. The entire court fell to applause, Make sure you impart a horror so real to them that no longer will a Krugian wink at any Britannian citizen in jest! Donna's heart sank. Her words were that of a warmonger who had little compassion or sympathy for her stolen daughter. The applause died off, but Donna, deciding to risk her life for the girl she raised as her own, raised her voice. But what of her Highness Georgiana, your majesty?! she sounded. Leanne raised her eyebrow while the entire court fell to silence. What's this, a Commoner speaking out of turn before the Queen? The soldiers tensed, only to be stopped by the Queen's cold stare. You seem to misunderstand you place in my court, Commoner. The Queen coldly spoke, You do not stand before my presence. A woman of common birth has no place to rise before me unless I so beckon it. You are the kind to always have her head near the ground, crawling for breath and tasting the earth beneath you. Know your place, Peasant. she said, as Donna fell to her knees, bowing her head in repentance. F-forgive my outburst, your highness. And secondly, we are to impose a day of mourning we shall say that her Highness was Raped and killed brutally by a gang of Krugian bandits. I have no use for a woman like her, who was impregnated by a dirty bronze-skinned cockroach. she said, causing Donna's eyes to widen. B-but...she could be alive?! Why was she almost too eager to declare she was dead? Oh yes...the purpose of this all along was to forge trust and alliance with the Schwarzivald empire. Rather than risking their dignity and effort to recover her, the death of the Princess at their hands was reason enough to level Krugis to the ground. Her daughter never mattered once...all that mattered was for the flags of Schwarzivald and Alma Britannia to fly side by side. You are dismissed. However, I believe that a day in the dungeon will reinforce just where you stand in this kingdom. Do not think yourself superior to me, Commoner. she said, even as Donna did not resist being hauled off by Jaina herself and her loyal knight Andrea. A servant went out to inform Admiral Charlotte, as Donna soon recovered her posture and walked with the Knights. How brave of you, Donna. Jaina spoke, Yet, how overly foolish. Yes, it had been a foolish outburst. No one could stand on their own will before the Queen, only those she deems as her 'equal' could stand without her permission. Yes it was, but as a mother, I am willing to risk a trip to the Guillotine if that meant that the Queen would act to save her Highness. Donna said calmly, even as her wrists were locked with manacles, marching to the Dungeon bravely. Georgiana...please be safe. she prayed silently, as the cell door locked, leaving the maid in a dank and dark cell...