Thread: Opposing Kingdoms (Maria x Gent)

The sound of the large wooden door to Prince Thomas' room swing close behind the prince stirred the sleeping Princess. Her eyes fluttered open underneath her damp hair from her bath sprawled across the pillow. She stayed perfectly still as she watched him look at her as he walked by. The noisy clanking of the chain mail caused her to jump from her peaceful resting position as she was caught off guard. She flipped her messy hair away from her face as she watched and listen to him as he dressed himself in his chain mail armor. Her eye brow arched elegently as he mention her passion for riding. It was true she loved riding horses ever since she was 5 years old. How did he know all these facts about her? She had never had a friendly conversation with the Prince in her whole life. It was known in her kingdom that she adored riding because she trotted around the kingdom saying hello to everyone on most days. It wasn't valuable information to spread, though. Uhhh... was all Sophia could manage to spit out when he paused after making his offer to her. In any other situation, she would never refuse a ride. But this time it was worth contemplating. She had no desire to be friendly to anyone in York, mainly the Prince. The problem was that she had no idea how long she would be held hostage in her enemy's kingdom for. Her sassy comments would only be dealt with for a matter of time before a punishment was brought upon her. Also, if she went for the ride it was an opportunity for her to make an escape. She was speedy on any horse she mounted so she knew she could beat him in a sprint. The only problem was that she had no clue on what the guard situation was outside the castle. They would easily be able to knock the small princess of the horse. Sophia pondered upon the request only for a few seconds before she made up her mind. I would love to take a ride, She smiled kindly at him as she sat up on the bed. The only way she could figure out if she could make her solo escape was taking this ride with Thomas. Her hands reached back as she began braiding her damp hair back into a simple braid, a few pieces of dried hair hanging off the side of her face. She then stood up, leaving a straight smile on her face as she eyed his newly attached sword on his hip. No matter how much I long for my homelands, I do not think it would be the best idea for me to attempt a escape. Especially with the hospitality you hard generously offering me. She said in a soft, easing tone. Yes, she was sweet talking him, but it was hard not to with his handsome face. Cautiously, the petite princess took steps towards the lean prince in front of her. She reached out towards him, her hand running down his muscular bicep covered in thick, silver chain mail. You are dressed for battle. Afraid of a little ole' me, Sire? She smirked up at him, her body only a few feet away. A little dimple was on her cheek as she smirked. She tilted her head up to look into his blue eyes. Many times her gestures came off as flirtatious when she talked to men, but she was a bold woman. In this case, a little bit of her famous charm wouldn't do her any harm. Though I do have to ask how you know so much personal information about me.. She trailed off, her fingertips dragging across his arm before she place her hand on her curvy hip.