Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

Something about the part of the castle leading up to the chambers of gave her chills. This part of the castle, while well guarded, gave her a hollow, abandoned sort of feeling. Not that the castle ever seemed like a particularly cheerful place, the style with which the God-nobles presented themselves was far from bright or sunny. As far as she could tell the feeling stemmed from how empty this part of the castle seemed compared to the places where servants were allowed, it felt under populated and under used. She idly wondered if the currently ruling Lord's chambers gave the same feeling, or if this was a just the heir apparent chambers that gave such a gloomy feeling. she soon found herself before the prince's chambers, guarded by a figure in heavy armor. She was unsure if there was even a person in the suit of mail, or it was a golem of sorts animated by magic. She had heard rumors of such things before. As she was instructed to reveled the mark on her neck to the guarding whatever, a small yes complex tattoo on the right side of her neck, just above the nap of her shoulder. Her mark of loyalty and submission to the role of royal bodyguard. The safety precaution that insured that no assassin or spy would be able to take the job, or any loyal guard to be bribed into treachery. She took a deep breath as the iron clad guard moved aside and allowed her to enter a room. While this nervousness did not compare to the fear of charging in the front lines, it was certainly a kind of type of anxiety that was all together new to her. She walked in and knelt before the prince. She was a tall woman indeed, at 6'4'' she was taller than most men she encountered. Her hair was long and full and wavy, it's color a red almost as bright as the prince's eyes. A trait not natural to the people of this kingdom, but her lineage didn't stem from this kingdom. Her skin, once porcelain pale had a healthy tan to it from many days spent out doors for training and for war. Dressed in light armor, it was obvious she had the stature and muscle strength to wear heavier protection, but such was not her style, certainly not here in the role as guardian. Her body was strong and tight, though her figure was pleasantly curvy. He beauty had once made her a target for harassment among the soldiers, but they quickly learned that she was not woman to be taken advantage of. A heavy basted sword hung from one side of her belt, a light enchantment on it to make it lighter in her hands to allow for greater speed of swinging, two long combat daggers hung from her left side, a throwing knife was hidden in her boot. Each blade personally forged for her and had saved her life while taking many others. She responded in a clear voice I my name is Hella Windcraft, and on my life I swear to guard you from any danger. While her last name was that of a relatively influential noble family, the first name, much like her hair, was foreign. She lifted her head as the prince approached her standing high above her and tracing, her eyes clear and blue like the sky at mid day met his burning, piercing orbs sent odd shivers down her spine. It was like looking into fire she thought, safe at a distance, useful close, deadly inside. The touch made her grip tighten, she was unsure how to react to what was supposed to be a godling touching her. She felt an odd pull followed and a disturbing urge to bark like he said. She did her best to maintain her gaze with his, letting no surprise or fear show in her eyes though the thought of him having that much control over here gave her sense of dread deep in her stomach. Want is irrelevant, This fate chose me as yours did you, my Lord. I serve and obey it is what fate has called me to do, and unlike you gods, I am not able to twist fate. once the bond was complete a boiling sensation of power swept over the knight, he fist clenched so tightly she thought she might break her skin with her nails. It was like the adrenalin rush after breaking the enemy lines when the tides of battle turned in their favor.