Thread: Asking for Directions {darkangel76 & Alan23}

Clutching desperately to her stocking through her shimmery blue satin dress, Andie felt as if the entire world was suddenly staring at her. She became aware of the officers' eyes, their laughter as they ceased to conceal it even in her presence! Why... how could they do that? They knew who she was! She was the president's daughter and the ambassador of hope, the only one able to ensure peace between Amerika and Annesland! How in the name of Providence could they suddenly turn on her and mock her as they were? She expected such lowly attempts from the prisoner, his disrespect noted the moment he'd begun to open his mouth. But the others! Oh, her father would hear about this and she'd be sure to spare no detail. Andie could feel her dark eyes pricking with tears as she bit down on her lower lip. Looking over at the prisoner, she felt the urge to scream, to snap back at his cruel and teasing words. But. a lump had already formed in her throat and any attempt to speak let alone shout would immediately give away her predicament and that was the last thing she wanted to do. However, she was at a loss. Sir, I... Andie stammered, her voice soft, nearly faltering as she almost broke down into tears. At that, she could feel her skin growing warm, a blush sweeping over her porcelain-pale flesh and turning a deep shade of scarlet. She wanted to touch her cheeks, to cover chest. She longed to hide her embarrassment, which was becoming more and more apparent by the moment, or so she was certain. Just as Andie wasn't sure she could take much more, her pride nearly ruined, she heard the prisoner speak up once more. His words took her by surprise, causing her dark eyes to widen, her head to tilt just a bit in shock and wonder. Even still, her tiny hand continued to clutch at the garter as she watched the peculiar man, her thoughts now a bit muddled as an officer rushed to her aid to conceal her with his jacket so that she could make the adjustments she needed given where she was and the situation she'd found herself to be in. Andie blinked rapidly, her eyes fixed on the prisoner for a moment before she looked away and began tending to what needed to be done. Just why had he done that? A moment ago his words had been mocking and cruel. Teasing. Perhaps there was some semblance of hope residing deep within? Or perhaps he just knew aristocracy when he saw it and suddenly realized his place? Or perhaps her charm had truly won him over at the last seconda reason that her father had thought her perfect for the peace talks, no doubt? But, whatever the case, he'd done the honorable thing and it had struck a chord. Funny that a prisoner thought of such a thing and not an officer himself... Slowly, Andie hoisted up the blue satinonly as far up as she needed, which unfortunately was too far as far as she was concerned. Cursed garters fastened at mid-thigh and that was much too far given she was surrounded by so many men. Inhaling shakily, she held her breath and quickly went to work as she fumbled to fasten the garter back to her stocking. It seemed to take ages to get it adjusted in the manner she wanted, but she eventually got it just right and finally lowered her skirts and began to smooth them out. She looked at the officer who'd held up his jacket for her, thanks to the prisoner more or less ordering him to do so, and noddeda gesture indicating that she was finished. Andie turned back toward the peculiar prisoner who'd just spewed venom only to help her out of an awkward situation. As she looked at him, her normally pale skin still reddened from her earlier embarrassment, she dared to take a step forward. Might I get your name, sir, she then said. I should like to know the name of the one I must address each day. Her eyes were still glistening slightly from the tears she'd shed due to her earlier predicament. And I shall check on you at each meal and each night before we retire, she then said.