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

Waaaait a second. You Wanted to marry the Pumpkin Duke?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! For a brief moment it looked like Triton was really serious, but he burst out laughing, falling onto his back in raucous laughter. It was impossible to even consider the two being married she was considerably shorter than him. Not to mention, when you add two very arrogant people together there would be shouting at ever turn when they spent their time together. Triton soon sat upright, trying to keep the mood jolly. Oh come on...you are totally not his type! He prefers the more subservient girl. Like you know, slaves or something. While the topic of slavery was a touchy issue especially when he brought it up around Miselotte or Maredith Darcsens and Barusians were almost always enslaved , Triton rarely watched his tone anyways. Besides, he was catching up with a good friend of his! Hey! Where do you think you're going? Triton called out. He rushed onboard the deck, where the endless expanse of the sea could be witnessed outside the city, where there was little light, the stars shone brightly in all of it's splendor, like jewels in the sky with the Moon beset at the center like the largest pearl taken from the sea. Uwahh...so beautiful. he said. Oh hey, let's go up to the top mast I can show you all of the star-signs... he said, even though he really didn't care for her response as he scooped her up, her stomach on his shoulder as he climbed up, hand on the rope netting. Shhh...don't panic or struggle...I've climbed this many times, you'll be fine! he said, Maybe some day you'll learn how to climb too! Deftly climbing up the ropes right after he applied some dust onto his hands Cheral dust always prevented rope burns and callouses from forming , he climbed up, putting his strength forth as he ascended to the top mast. Often he would take the spyglass and look straight ahead, but it was the closest to the sky they could see. Without the sails obstructing their view, the full majesty of the night could be seen. He even handed her his spy glass. Come now, take a look! There lies Orvalis, the Snakehead...and over there, Sarasatvi, the twin daughter. pointing her to many such stars...as he traced the shapes with the stars as the guidance, under the smooth sailing the sky was so very magnificent... Who would hate it? Is it that snobby pig-tailed girl again? If she says anything, lemme at her! No matter how many times he was told never to hit a girl for any reason, Triton was always so eager to defend Georgiana from insults or even anyone trying to play with her whenever the other noble children would come. Often he would be called a 'slave' by the other children, but he really didn't mind it. As long as he was here with Georgiana, nothing else mattered! Of course, however, his idyllic days were sure to end. So, beneath Donna's watchful gaze, he snuck inside the music room, staring in awe and wonder at the device she called a Piano. The music...it sounded so drab alone, but even playing two sounds at once...it was so melodious. Of course, all he did was hammer away playfully at each note, earning the indignation and a gentle scolding from Georgiana. But this is so cool! he said, playing away, though feeling her gentle hand against his own made him stop in his tracks. He followed her, the opposite of their days when he, the fitter of the two, would always run on ahead only to stop and backtrack to help the little Georgiana. With his eyes closed, he 'listened' to the sound of the melody and his hands moved. When the piece was through, he looked with wonder to his own hands. I...I did that? he remarked, Thank you so much! he said, softly hugging her. Whenever Donna wasn't around, the two were quite physical, often hugging each other, to mimic the love stories they read about... Such idyllic, halcyon days. Days that he would never forget, no matter how many years pass... Where grieving was not, plotting was in order. This oppression has gone for too long...Queen Leanne has to go! a man declared, raising a pint. Many other men assembled did follow. The Stubborn Boar bar was operated by a woman named Miriam, a woman who so disliked the Queen for executing her husband under false suspicion during the Night of Long Nails. She lent her secret basement to a collection of men who plotted against the Queen, determined to bring her down. We have supporters among commoners...some in the military go to us...we even have a few in the very Royal Guard that keep the Queen safe! We shall turn the knife to that bitch and cut away her life! We of Molderach's thunder, shall sound our fury! HUZZAH! more cheering came, as the assembly of men cheered forward. They did not ask for revenge, for recompense or slaughter of women...no, they only wanted their freedom. A tall, woman, cloaked in black, sighed. Even though she sympathized with their goals, these men were idiots. A handful of turncoats meant nothing to the Queen...in fact, even she knew that the Lumiere Knights would make their move soon, but even though she warned Keynes about this, the rabble rouser didn't listen to her. The Baroness sighed, as she watched their leader, Keynes celebrate himself amongst his comrades. Even though they spoke of massive strides towards independence, this very room would not be full had it not been for the assistance she had given. Hubert...I will get revenge for you. And for Julia... she thought quietly, her hand tightening into a fist.