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

Georgiana had been taken aback ever since she read of the love stories of pirates and maidens, princesses and male knights, the fairy tales that were almost extinct, she had dreamed of sailing away with Triton, staying forever on the wooden deck of a ship as it cruised through the rough waters wildly, lost, free from the responsibility of roya- Uff! she grunted as Triton scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. Frightened that he would drop her, she did as she was told, staying as still as possible, despite the feeling of vulnerability that nagged at her conscience. Once set down, the princess stared at the spyglass she had never held one in her hand before. For a long moment, she considered shoving his hand away and demanding he take her down, but Georgiana knew better. Triton was as stubborn as she was, and the more she contemplated, her reasoning settled on the idea that if she were decent to him, then perhaps he would put her in good favors with the Captain... But did she truly want to depart, when she had just revelled in the majesty of the night sky at sea? It was better than she had ever expected- so much more calm, as the wind whispered in her ear, stay . Georgiana gingerly took the spyglass from his hand, glancing between it and the man before her suspiciously. She placed it to her eye and tilted her head back, strands of golden hair falling to her shoulders, buds from her flower crown drifting to the deck below. Then, impulsively, the young princess mused, It always seemed funny to me that the prodigal son appeared in the night sky when you left. Suddenly, a sense of sadness filled her a sense of loneliness and emptiness- the same, miserable feeling she had experienced ten years ago. --- Where is the boy? asked Donna politely, seated across from Georgiana at the breakfast table while her mother was abroad, leaving just the three of them- minus Triton. He's never one to miss a meal. Georgiana pushed a potato around with her fork, her head lowered to prevent Donna from seeing her tears. She remained silent, prompting Donna to pose the question again, at which point Georgiana's tiny shoulders began trembling, her lips parting dryly, and the knot in her throat threatening to burst forth a flood of tears. I don't know, she whispered hoarsely. --- Donna! came the high-pitched whisper of a maid-in-waiting. The young woman was cloaked in black, with scarlet underneath the colors of wartime in Britannia. Donna rushed to the gates, expecting release, but Lady Threepiece had not arrived, even as the sun began to rise in the east. Eliza, is that you? asked Donna, narrowing her eyes to adjust to the light of the candle the opposite figure was holding. Yes- but I have only a moment! The red-haired young woman lowered her hood and cupped Donna's hands through the gate warmly. You're freezing! she exclaimed in her same whisper. Please, tell me what news you have- is the princess safe? choked the servant. I have no news of her, but of her search! Yes? Tell me! begged Donna quietly. The redhead leaned in close, her lips brushing against the iron bars of the cell. The Schewarzivald Empire has joined forces with Alma Britannia- sadly, it is only a rumor. Donna sighed heavily. The war-mongering, bloodthirsty queen is not of my concern! But wait! continued Eliza. The Duke Perrins, her Betrothed, has dispatched Commodore Galahan to find her! Donna clapped her hands together joyously, only to be hushed by the redhead. Then there's hope! she whispered.