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

For a second that felt like eons, Georgiana could not remember the name of the boy whom she had known so intimately, though it had been years ago how long had it been? She remembered it was during her sicker days as a child... it must have been at least a decade. After that long moment, the word fell from her lips like the crumbs of a delicious pastry. Triton, she murmured, her eyebrows raising in lazed surprise. Ever the stolid diplomat, Georgiana elegantly rose from her seat and motioned to a daybed by the window. Please, sit, said the princess firmly, neither pleasure nor disdain in her eyes rarely expressive, Georgiana was even moreso concretelike that she considered this a delightful but ill-timed intrusion. As the young lady raised her slender arm to indicate where he should sit, her silky, gloved right hand pushed back her dress so that she may step forward. --- Once upon a time, ages ago, a young princess, sickly and joyous, had demanded of her attendant, Donna, to take her to the shore. She had seen a shadow wash onto the land, and hoping desperately to see first-hand the wreckage of a pirate ship from the times of the wars, she bolted to the beach with her ladies-in-waiting following far behind. Instead, what she found was the figure of a rather ugly-looking girl, with darker skin than she and stark, white hair spilling around her face. Georgiana leaned over this girl, her head blocking the sun from the other's face, as the ruby eyes of the creature before her blinked tiredly. The young princess nudged the arm of the lost child, and blinked her wide, mismatched eyes. Donna, said the princess, not once tearing away her eyes from that of the figure before her. I think she's sick. Donna quickly moved in front of Georgiana. My princess, that isn't a she, it's a he, and I advise you to leave him as he was found! --- Georgiana, now a young adult, and healthy, less vibrant, and more professional, watched her visitor intently, with the same wide, curious, and strange eyes that had found a playmate by the shore years ago. His scent was the same that of the salty air like a fish plucked from the watery depths of the sea. Her mind was racing through her questions, but instead of overwhelming him, and herself, she instead decided that the most diplomatic course of action was to treat her guest as a welcomed visitor, who, perhaps, willed her the blessings of the gods on her wedding day.
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

It was hard to imagine the image of a frail yet joyous girl in place of her own. She had grown to a very fine and beautiful woman, whose demeanor exuded control, command and elegance. A true aristocrat, unlike the girl who simply laughed when running revealed her knickers or making sand castles when she was young. But...she had grown, but from his estimates, she was an inch or two shorter. Even so, dressed in white, complete with an elegant silk crown and jewels that was the fantasy of a cheapskate pirate Like Melchior , she seemed almost like she was right out of a fairy tale. Huh? Ah...okay. he said, simply throwing himself upon the plush and soft bed. He didn't even remove his shoes, leaving some grime on the rug and of course, onto the silken tresses of the mattress. Ohh! It's like sleeping on a cloud! This is great, Gia! he said. He was rather rowdy and ill-mannered, typical of the boy who laughed at her explanations of things like tables manners and talking to ladies. When he noticed that she didn't seem the least amused, Triton dropped the playful act and sat up. Yes, she was a Princess now. No longer the sickly yet friendly Gia he knew, she was Her Highness Georgiana Rebecca Winter, the woman the innkeeper was talking about. You've grown. he said, of course he couldn't help but stare at her modest frame, particularly at her breasts. Not too sizable nor too flat, it was just the right size for a woman of her stature. She was elegant and seemingly refined. Is it true that your dress is woven from clouds?! Can I touch it? Of course asking doesn't really matter when he began to feel the cloth of her train. His eyes sparkled, showing that he really was quite amused. But when fun time was over, he sat down, ignoring a knocking from the other side. Your Highness...is everything alright? asked the voice of Donna, quite concerned that Georgiana a had locked her door, something that she rarely did. I heard some noise there...do you require help? Triton gestured to her, Shhhhh as he hid beneath the bed, trying not to attract much attention. Of course, however, the grime of dirt and salt on the floor and bed really wouldn't help.
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

The princess's eyes had followed him, seemingly unamused by his antics and childish indulgences still, reflecting on the past had caused her a small sense of warmth as she remembered her childhood playmate. Georgiana opened her mouth to scold him- how terrible he was at minding his manners!- when Donna's voice interrupted her daydream. Surely she was imagining this perhaps he was an apparition, a ghost of the sea, come to haunt her for her wrongdoing. She deserved it anyway- letting him live was an act of mercy befriending him was treason to her sex and nobility. Once he had slipped uner the bed, Georgiana shook the idea from her head her nerves must be reacting. There was no Triton- he was a boy whom she had known once and wandered into the abyss years ago, never to be found again. As she held a fair wrist to her forehead, hoping to calm herself from this apparent fever, her eyes fell on the muddy grime traping across her rug. Panic filled her for an instant- or maybe it was adrenaline. What exactly were the consequences for having a male visitor in her room? Still, it was against her will, though her reaction may have been a bit too relaxed and cordial for such an intruder. A choked response emitted from her throat as she collected herself. Yes, came the forced whisper, before she cleared her throat gently and said, more stately, I'm fine, Donna. Georgiana floated slowly to the door and whispered, Donna... I- I-... Her voice trailed off as she came to a most troubling crossroads. Which could she sacrifice her friend or her duty? Fear etched itself across the youthful features of the princess and for a moment, she bit down on the crook of her gloved finger as she contemplated. Yes, your Majesty? Is something the matter? came the concerned voice from the other side of the door. In an instant, Georgiana flung the candle from the doors and opened the doors to come face to face with the woman who had raised her the princess said firmly, Fetch the guards. There is an intruder in my chambers. Donna hesitated, opening her mouth to protest before Georgiana's cold look administered a look of frightfulness and obedience to the woman she scampered off, leaving Georgiana still at the door, where she closed her eyes, stole a deep breath, and said coldly, You have one minute before the guards arrive. I suggest you use it.
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Georgiana had fought as best she could, but the art of combat was never something one learned from the very, very few books she had read on the subject. She kicked her feet and swung her delicate arms, not once actually hitting Triton, until she was tied up and thrown over his shoulder. The weight of her dress made her at least twenty pounds heavier, but when her train was torn off, she felt immediately lighter. Mmph! she protested in horror, upon realizing his plan to grapple down the wall. The entire ordeal rushed by her as adrenaline pulsed through her veins she had never experienced such excitement before, such raw, primal exertion that even when she was thrown into a musty barrel, her endorphins ran through her body wildly. She slid into the barrel easily, though it was anything but comfortable with ten pounds of the heavy, ivory fabric sorrounding her in a white pool. The princess stretched out her neck, settling into the barrel as comfortably as she could. For a few minutes she was still, and she thanked the gods for that. When the lid opened, and her offender threw her a wink, Georgiana narrowed her eyes and protested, only to be cut off by the lid capping the barrel again. If she had any doubts that this was Triton before, or perhaps an apparition of him, her doubts had been assuaged. This was exactly what the little white-haired boy from the sea would do on her wedding day. Had she ever had any doubts? --- Now, you'll be the pirate captain, and I'll be the barmaid who gets captured! twittered Georgiana, weakly attempting to move the small, wooden table fit for a child. Now this is the bar, and your ship is the rocking horse, and Donna is the Commodore Wellsley, who will find you and have you hanged for kidnapping me! The tiny, feeble princess never looked so healthy as when she were playing with her favorite toy, Triton. Oh! she sighed dramatically. Donna, you mustn't look so damned tired! My princess! cried a much younger and more exhausted-looking Donna. Where did you learn such crude language? Without hesitation, Georgiana answered innocently, Triton taught it to me. It isn't bad, Donna it's pirate language. And I want to be a pirate! Donna shook her head and said, Princess, it's dangerous to even say such things. Georgiana grinned from ear to ear and began singing, I'll be a pirate, a pirate! I'll sail the fifteen seas! Pillaging and stealing and sailing as we go, and cutting off people's knees! ---
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Georgiana grimaced when he laid his filthy hand over her mouth. She jerked her head away until he had removed it, then slapped his face with her hand as hard as she could- which was, honestly, quite delicately. She stood, folding her hands politely in front of her, and spoke calmly. I saved your life once before I shan't make that mistake again, for when you are captured, you and your crew of miscreants will be tortured until you beg for death. Now, she said, straightening herself, feeling her exposed ankles catch the drafts from the ship and chill her bones, I demand you take me to the- the Captain, I suppose, so that I may negotiate a reasonable ransom. The young princess looked Triton over for the first time in so long. He was hardly recognizable, but there was a unique glow about him- a childish innocence that permeated through his adult age. It was that aura that Georgiana had so admired as a child, because it matched her own. How unreachable that time seemed! The princess's mismatched eyes studied every inch of him... and hesitated on his left cheek, where, years ago, she had placed her lips on the soft skin and pulled away quickly enough to catch the attention of Donna, who would have tattled to the queen if she knew such an event had taken place. Oh, Donna! thought Georgiana. If only she had disobeyed me, and let the boy die- I would be married by now! And I certainly wouldn't be aboard this foul-smelling ship with the creatures who inhabit it with Triton! -- Your Highness, began Donna, courtseying as she did, I have... most tragic news. The princess has been kidnapped. And, lifting her eyes to steal a glance of the Queen's reaction, Donna felt most disappointed. The Queen remained still. Has Lady Threepiece dispatched the proper forces? Yes, your Majesty, answered Donna with another courtsey. Who are the perpetrators? Donna lowered her eyes again. A chambermaid claims to have seen either a Barusian or a Krugisian boy. There was a small moment in which Donna fought alerting the Queen to her callous tone and slow responses. As she looked up, the sheer gargoyle-like seriousness of the Queen caused Donna's maternal instincts to arise. The servant courtsied to the Queen and said, What are your instructions, Your Majesty?
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Georgiana, fair and brave As a girl, a kiss she gave To a boy of the sea a right whipping she received! Georgiana chanted, again and again, the rhyme falling from her lips as she twirled, around and around and around and- --- I feel much better now, Donna, thank you, replied Georgiana politely. Her small frame looked like a mistake among the heavy blankets laying across her in the monstrous bed she felt crushed by their weight, but feeling warm was a luxury in her weaker days. Donna laid beside her, stroking her hair. Would you like me to sing you a lullaby, princess? she asked quietly, a tenderness in her voice like a mother to a newborn- and Georgiana was not too dissimilar from a baby, vulnerable and sickly, tiny in the hands of her caretaker. She nodded though fully awake, Donna's gentle melodies always soothed her to weariness. Whereas Donna could hypnotize the young princess to sleep, Triton had always been one to stir her awake, and the woman was thankful he had been dismissed. Donna sang at a pitch no higher than a murmur the fading words of a sleeping child with a mother's voice. It had always comforted Georgiana, and brought her to a state of tranquility that she desperately needed. Child, rest Child, rest I wish you all the best. Sleep for me now Sleep for me In your dreams you have the world to see... As Donna sang, the young princess's eyes felt like lead, and her entire body sank into the soft, feather bed. When she would awake, Triton would be by her side, sleeping on his stomach and snoring just gently enough to create another little lullaby for her to fall asleep to. Mere moments before she returned to her slumber, she would nestle in closer to him, her back to his side, and revel in the warmth he provided. --- The princess hesitated. How dare he challenge her like this! Did he not think she had enough wrath to execute such a crime? She pressed the knife to his throat, pressing into it just firmly enough to nic him, and draw a drop of blood. Yet, as she saw his tears, Georgiana hesitated. Should she forgive him for cowardly running away? Was his life not worth the joy he had bestowed upon her? All the nightmares that vanished, the teasing that stopped, the playfulness that had erupted inside of her... She sniffled, pulling away one hand and wiping her eyes. Why would I want your life? she asked, a flimsy demand. You're worth more to me alive than dead. Georgiana hiccuped, tearing the knife away from his neck and throwing her arms around him instead. Sobbing silently, she squeezed his neck tightly and allowed herself respite in his arms. I've missed you.
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Georgiana felt comfort, nestling into the young man's embrace, her cold cheek pressed against his neck. The aroma of the sea was no longer repulsive to her instead, it was comforting. She wondered if she should be pleased for Triton that he was to escape and live the life he so desired, even if it was at her expense. No! She would not pity herself any more. The time for pity was over, and the reunion of two childhood friends had yet to be exhaulted. Don't be so hasty to return me home, remarked Georgiana, pulling back as well and wiping her tears with her silk gloves, leaving dark marks on the white fabric. I- I fear the worst, she admitted. Perhaps it would be best to hear what news Alma Britannia has released before sending me away. My Queen is... the princess paused. Ever the diplomat, she carefully murmured, ...unpredictable. She continued. Either a fleet of ships is coming our way and you will be slaughtered in her wake, or my Queen has ulterior motives- and has announced me a traitor, fleeing my wedding out of cowardice. If this is true, then a fleet of warships is coming our way, and we all will be slaughtered. Georgiana had a thousand predictions electrifying her mind, but she presumed to look at it from a strategist's perspective. In this case, the Queen would admit to the princess's abduction, and utilize it as a chance to war against whomever she accused, with the Schwarzivald Empire by her side. Yet, she could think of no empire that her mother envied, except, perhaps, the Ades Federation. May the gods have mercy on us, she whispered, bringing her hands to her face anxiously. She needed more time to think- and to think of a safe harbor for them to dock while she anonymously collected rumors. The idea of a bath had never sounded more appealing. Yes, Georgiana finally said. I- I haven't bathed with you since we were children, both innocent perhaps we could discuss my concerns, if you promise to remain a gentleman towards me. She smiled to herself. When had Triton ever been a gentleman?
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Triton was quite surprised when she told him to slow down. However, she held truth in the words she said. The things she said did weigh heavily in his mind. How would he break the news to Melchior? The man was pretty much all about money. With a sigh, he took the clothing set, mostly second hand because Miselotte tried them once but refused wearing aristocrat clothing. When she did say she wanted to, he smiled. Of course! We have very strict rules for bathing. We never look below the neck or we're not allowed to bathe for awhile! he said, almost on a cheerful note as Saladin patted his back as they walked inside the bath area. A pair of hands touched Georgiana's shoulder just as she was about to follow him there. The females undress in a seperate area from the men. she said, It's strange how we bathe in the same room yet undress in different places. she sounded rather drab, as if...she wasn't interested in anything at all. No animation to her voice, just a hollow depth. ..Ah. Forgive me. My name is Miselotte. she said. She took the clothing that Triton had handed to her before he walked in with Pippin, as they entered to an area where Maredith was already undressing, the rounds of her firm breast visible. To come think of it...even Miselotte had more rounded breasts as she slowly unfurled the ribbon on her hair, removing her tunic. Maredith looked at Georgiana, frowning with her hands at her waist. You're quite short for a girl. she said, though she did open the door to a the steamy bath area. Saladin and Pippin were soaping themselves near a trough of water that ran in the center, the warm pot still steaming up near the end. Melchior was near the pot scrubbing his arm pits, while Triton looked right into Georgiana's eyes and waved. Miselotte took her place facing the wall, softly rubbing her slender legs. Maredith stood up, cleaning her shoulders, her chest as she looked towards Georgiana. How do you know Theodore? she asked, It's like you know who he is, but I've never heard of him talk about you. What's the deal with that? she asked, softly soaping away the curves of her waist. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed being in the company of men, yet not a single gaze would focus to their private parts, so mostly there was some form of security there.
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

She frowned when hearing Maredith's criticisms. Georgiana was due to remind her to watch her tongue, but she held her own and retorted, And you're rather large, but I don't doubt that's the primitive standard of beauty for a Barusian. The insult slid off her lips before she could catch it- only a few minutes with Triton and she was reverting back to her childhood impulsiveness that had taken years to control. Pursing her lips, she decided not to apologize after all, she needed to establish herself as a Princess, one deserving respect and admiration- not as a weakling. While the other women bathed, Georgiana remained clothed, keeping her eyes peeled away from them she had never before seen a naked figure, and it caused a red blush to grow faintly in her cheeks. Barusian custom, yes, but it was definitely no ritual from Alma Britannia, the far superior and more evolved culture, in her modest opinion. She hesitated, then removed her gloves, plucking the fingers from them one by one and twisting them in her small hands. I... I met him when we were very young, she answered quickly. Are there no attendants to help us undress? asked Georgiana innocently, her eyes meeting Triton's worriedly. --- Lady Threepiece gave the running boy a silverpiece and took the letter from his grubby, little hands. Seated at her desk in the strategy den, the tall and stately young woman looked no more than a child amongst the elegant and overside decoration that adorned the room medals, suits of armor, giant tapestries and larger-than-life paintings of war amassed the throne room-sized chamber, and yet Jaina conquered its web of intricacies with such purpose as if the riches meant little more to her than paperweights. She opened the letter, glancing immediately to the bottom, where a signature- a looped 'x'- and a code for the next letter's encryption were held. Jaina pulled out a sheet of parchment and ink pen, and when she had decoded the letter, she glanced over it with a satisfied sigh. Lady Threepiece- The sisters have assembled a small fleet on the outskirts of the Ades Federation. They await war. Rumors that a diplomat from Gibraltar has met with Rovira. Your humble servant, X 3983A, 221E Folding up the letter, the young knight turned and tossed it in the fire. The numbers would remain steadfastly locked in her memory her young spy was adament about using encrypted codes for insurance against be tried for treason. She contemplated what she had read for a long moment, suddenly realizing the Ades Federation's reasoning. With this epiphany, she stood, carrying her helmet on her hip, and left the cold, dark room, to meet with the Queen in her private study.
Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Huh? What did you say? Maredith looked rather insulted, walking right up to Georgiana had it not have been for Melchior's arm, barring her entry. Let the brat run her mouth. he said, as Maredith grumbled going back to soap her tanned skin. Miselotte looked rather interested, keeping her gaze towards Georgiana's mismatched eyes. The bath looked rather quiet this time around, the introduction of a 'guest' made the atmosphere tense. Yeah! She even kissed me once! Triton said in addition, beaming widely. Of course Pippin asked in disbelief if it had been true. Triton only smiled with kindness. No, your highness, you can strip on your own. Maredith barked out with quite some attitude, Or is it 'civilized' to never bathe? It didn't take much to know that Maredith really didn't like Georgiana, not one bit. Woah woah, settle down, ladies. Triton said, trying to stand between them without looking right at their private portions or exposing his. While Maredith would have loved to break her little neck, she relented upon seeing Theo and went back to adding soapy oil on her hair to clean it. Miselotte heard her question and said I can help you disrobe. she said, speaking not much more than that as she slowly pushed her back inside the dressing area for the ladies. She began to undo the strings behind her worn-out corset, slowly pulling away the dress and the skirt. Her hands...worked so tenderly slipping down her fine undergarments. She was stark naked, with another naked female behind her. Miselotte's hand softly wandered to her stomach, softly rubbing her tummy. They say the first man and woman were naked. There is no need to be ashamed... Miselotte had the inclination to softly fondle her right breast, but she slowly led her back inside the shower. Maredith scoffed, but did not take her spot. You see, our cleaning products are slightly different we haev a soap made out of Sea weed and a bit of lavender and our hair cleansing will help it look silky and smooth. Miselotte said, taking some of that oil and spreading it on her scalp. She acted like a servant, yet...she almost wanted to be near her. Triton explained the situation with his captain, who only sighed. Ah yes, the sigh. The premise is the same, no matter what. We will land at Palmacosta. Hopefully we can bring her back home so we have one less mouth to feed. he said, disdainfully even as Pippin squeezed into listen. Theo, you are to watch the brig and ensure she is not hurt. Theo obviously accepted. However, Miselotte was giving her some help in trying to bathe. When she noticed just how slowly she was, Maredith sighed and took her own bar. Then, she began to create suds, right at the road when Maredith softly stroked her chest rubbing the soap against her gentle, modest body.