Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

No one believed her, but no one was ready to get in her way. Crowds parted a few feet if they realized she was nearby, giving her plenty of space to run and get away from the guards. But as she entered the denser marketplace, it became harder to move and Annette's escape didn't go as well as before. People hadn't heard about the incident nor did they bother to look at her, barely noticing that someone new entered the area. Until they started to notice the colour of her hair... and her skin... and the awkward clothing she had on over her body. While most of their own clothes were not crisp or clean, it was clear they were once white and they certainly didn't cover as much as hers. As she became more apparent, more of the city-dwellers turned to look at her, but never bothered to get out of her way. There was no place for them to go, let alone her. A firm grasp to her arm pulled her to a halt, only to have a second join her other side. By the size of the hands and the hold on her arms, it was clear a man had grabbed her, pulling the girl tightly against his chest, forcing her to stand against him for a short moment before he let a few inches move in between them. Shh shh shh, he whispered in her ear before letting her slid away yet still keeping contact with her. The crowd seemed to freeze, waiting as all their eyes fell onto the stranger. From behind the red head, the voice continued, ignoring the looks he was getting from those around them. The man stood just under six feet with what seemed to be an average build for the modern day. His body was toned from both his natural colour and the daily dose of sunlight everyone in the city seemed to get. His dark, raven black hair had been slicked back with water earlier that morning and was still recovering from the light styling it got from the liquid, which only brought it forward, lightly falling over his eyes. Like so many other men, this one wore just a simple robe, which he had conveniently wrapped around his waist to keep it off his shoulders and out of the way of what he needed to do. But it exposed the light layer of well trained muscles over his body, impressing anyone who dared to look at the prince. I'd watch yourself if I were you, he warned, raising his well manicured eyebrows enough to signal that the guards were beginning to catch up. They came to a stop, along with new guards behind them, dropping their gaze for a moment in respect before turning back at the accused thief. What did you do? the prince continued, bringing her forward towards the line of men. She stole from your father, Prince Sebak, the leader began to explain, holding out the mirror for the man to see. And escaped her punishment. The man, Sebak, raised one eyebrow, turning to look at Annette with his chocolate brown eyes. He gave her a long, lingering look over, finally noticing what she was wearing and the woman's true looks. I don't see her with it, he commented, grabbing her hands to take a good look at her, moving closer than what she may have been used to. She doesn't look like she is from around here. What area are you from? His eyes met her before he slowly raised an eyebrow again, judging her with just one look. Certainly you couldn't be sent from the gods... They would never send a woman like... you.