Thread: The Thief Who Only Borrows (DontxBlinkk)

The way people spoke about Arianna one would think she was a saint, never doing anything for herself and acting as the perfect princess. As little as Cain knew about her he had always had a feeling she had an outer personality that hid something. He had never figured it for anything dark, but now that he knew a bit about hiding emotions to put others at ease he could see it, even if only barely. It was easier when she voiced her worry and he couldn't help but crack a small genuine smile, thinking about how even a princess had such worries. Surely she knew deep down that the people of the kingdom adored her, they always had and though he had only been back for a short time it seemed to be as true as ever. He looked to the princess and decided to try and soothe her worrying a bit, not an eloquent speaker by any stretch of the imagination, but he had never been afraid to speak his mind. I may not know you particularly well but I came from the place you are looking at with such interest, from the poorest part in fact, and I can promise you that those people down there, they adore you. Cain refused to speak for the aristocrats and nobility, he did not dislike the people but they were a mystery to him, even the knights that came from the noble families had odd ways about them. Cain relaxed a bit against the rails, letting his eyes go towards the part of the city he called home. It was the poorest section in the city, difficult to survive in but not as bad as many cities. It was a bit nostalgic thinking back to when he was a young man, doing whatever he could to survive down below, before becoming a knight or hero or whatever the hell people decided to call him. Not that he would admit it but back in those days him and his friends would talk about the princess, how beautiful she had been and wondering if they would ever meet her from more than afar. The first time he had met the woman he had been nervous, now it was almost unimportant to him, save the bit of conversation he got out of the matter. Perhaps it was figuring out that even getting near her physically didn't mean he would be close to her or just growing up and realizing he had other things to think about he didn't know. He laughed when she called it a silly worry, once again turning to give her a rather odd look, as if he wondered what she was thinking when she said that. And you believe thinking about other things is more worthy? I think you're lucky to still have the time to think about such things. You still have time, though I am in slight disbelief that you could think the people don't care for you. Of course if your not sure just try harder, you'll see it before long. Yes, Cain preferred speaking of such things as the princesses' worries over his own worries or something else equally as unpleasant such as the war. Not only that but the conversation he was having with her was at least real, it wasn't someone asking him a question they didn't want to know the answer to or trying to seem interested when they were not, it was just a conversation, and it had been some time since he had one of those. Her comment caught his attention though and he looked down at the at the boy waiting for his father with a smile, Yes they do... He didn't say more but that was why he had become a knight, not the war but to protect people like the two below, to allow them to be happy. At first he had thought the great war was about protecting others, he just wasn't so sure anymore. Cain took a deep breath and stood up straight, pushing himself off the railing and taking another look at Arianna. It has been a pleasure speaking with you princess. I do believe I should head back inside though, as much as the night air is preferable over the crowded hall it would be rude for me to remain outside for too long. I am the guest of honor after all. With a small nod he took his leave again, almost making it a point to avoid questions directed at him by that point, he had done it with Arianna and with everyone else at the party, answering what they asked vaguely and listening most of the time. Not that it was hard with the crowd inside, many of the liked to hear themselves talk and he was all too glad to listen, and while the king was a great man he was about the same, from the moment Cain rejoined him he began addressing the attendees. It wasn't the end of the feast by a long shot, there was still drinking to be done and conversation to be had. Cain was just going to wait awhile longer, stay until he felt he wouldn't be disrespectful by leaving so he could sleep, being tired from his journey and knowing that the next day would be a long one and he would need to be prepared, the job he had been assigned sounding like one he could not perform during the daylight hours.