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

Georgiana slapped his hand away and froze. She hadn't made such a brash and childish move since she was- a child... a friend to the now adult laying beside her. The young princess stood, straightening the tatters of her wedding dress as best she could and said firmly- in order to regain her composure from that swat- in a most royal tone, You stole me away from my wedding day in order to ransom me do not mistake this act of villainy for heroism. She almost expressed her small interest for the Duke, but such words were none of this grimy pirate's business, so she refrained. To feel his hand on her cheek, that warmth that she so rarely experienced from anyone but Donna, gave her a sense of relief, and she allowed herself just a moment's enjoyment from that sense. As quickly as it had begun, Georgiana confidently pushed him aside like a child pushing a rival- she did need to come to her senses! and made her way to the door, a look of determination in her mismatched eyes- the gold and blue of her mother and- perhaps her father? She really had no inclination to research where her gold came from, though it had been so long since she felt self-conscious about it. Folding her hands indignantly, it took her a moment to realize that she was waiting on a maid to open the door, when no such maid was around. So, she extended her gloved hand and pulled it open, her heels making the wooden steps groan with seeming pain as she rose to the deck of the ship, ignoring the yelps from her friend- no! He was not her friend. He was her assailant, and she reminded herself not to forget that. --- I don't think I hate my eyes anymore, said a young Gia, seated parallel to Triton on a piano bench as her tiny fingers gently pressed each key with a feeling of dismay- anger that her piano lesson had interrupted her playtime with the boy. She smugly added, I know that I'm pretty in all other aspects, but I always hated my eyes until you told me... Well... Georgiana paused. Anyway, she sighed, glancing sideways to him to steal a quick look for his reaction. No, no, no, she insisted, plucking his hand from the D chord and placing it on the C. One, two, three one, two three one, two three. Honestly, Triton, if you'd just learn to listen to my playing, instead of running your mouth all the time, you'd keep the pace! Her scolding never did influence him too terribly. He would continue mashing down the key at his own rthym, a blatant disregard for the classical piece that Georgiana was desperate to teach him not for her own interest in music- Alma Britannia was years behind the Schwarzivald Empire in terms of the auditory arts though theatre was unrivaled in the entire continennt. Still, seeing Triton struggle with the keys as he attempted more difficult melodies always made Georgiana giggle and she would correct him over and over again until she was sure he would lose his temper, then she would demonstrate with a soothing ballad to calm him again, like a lullaby- like the feeling of her back against his back as she laid in bed and felt confident no ghosts would haunt her tonight. --- By nightfall, the cries of mourning had subsided to the call to arms every woman, child, and servant in the capitol had heard the news of the Her Highness's abduction by the Krugians, and the sound of drums filled the chaotic air of the night. Black banners were hung in the cobbled streets in the capitol, and horsewomen carrying news of the princess's capture flew to their destinations as quickly as their horses could carry them. It was a day of misery, triumphed only by the determination to extinguish those filthy Krugians. The sound of bells hummed in rythym with the drums before the sun had set, a procession of commonwomen had flooded the streets, weeping into their handkerchiefs and laying flowers at the gates of the palace. The white dresses had been replaced with black, and the traditional birdseed had yet to be swept from the streets before it was crushed beneath the bootheels of women honoring their vows to protect Great Alma Britannia from the scoundrels who threatened Her. A war had begun. Her Majesty smiled.