Starlit SkiesChapter I: Royal Blood
"Dame Bross, you may come in now..." said a voice coming from the knight's own council room. Leona had been standing outside in her usual armor, blade strapped across her back and looking out the window of the hallway into the sea as she waited. She turned to the voice as the door opened, revealing one of the lower ranking knights of the order giving her a polite nod and heading back down the hallway.
Sir Tomenson Blake had requested her presence half an hour ago via a messenger and he was the highest ranking knight commander, having the highest regarded opinion among all of them and essentially relaying the knight commander's council decision to either the queen or king. Things were a bit chaotic since the late king's death, but it seemed the queen had a decent handle on everything so far.
Leona entered the room, a large circular table in the middle with banners of the kingdom hanging on the walls and a giant window showing the north side of the sea and various islands. Sir Blake was sitting at his usual place before looking up and smiling. He stood up and motioned her closer, to which she complied and bowed her head in respect to the man.
"You called, Sir Blake?" she asked, bringing her head back up and looking into his eyes. She had a lot of respect for the man and he almost felt like an older brother to her. Though he was some fifteen years older than her and just showing signs of grey hair, he was wise and very strong in both body and heart.
"I have a task for you. The queen has asked that one of us keep an eye on the princess ... you've been here for a couple of years now, it's time for you to get to know the royal line a little better."
"So.. you want me to babysit the princess?" she asked, raising a slight eyebrow. Leona hadn't meant the question to be rude and Sir Blake knew her well enough to know as much, chuckling slightly inside as he heard the question.
"Not babysit, Leona ... think of it as getting to know your future queen. Not all of a knight commander's duties involve battle." He laid a hand on her shoulder and motioned for the door out. "She should be in the gardens, but ... she tends to wonder at times, so you may have to find her."
".. understood, Sir Blake." She smiled softly and nodded and quite promptly walked outside the room and down the hallway in a brisk walk. It wasn't long before Sir Vandamere joined her, surprised a bit by her walking speed, giving off a slight chuckle as he had to keep up with her.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry there, 'Snowflake'?" Snowflake had been a nickname that some of the knight commanders had given the young Leona, partially as an affectionate display and in respect to her growing powers. Though she had often heard that commoners referred her as the 'White Knight'.
Leona glanced back to the man and smirked slightly as the nickname. "I was tasked to watch over the princess, 'Fireheart'."
"Oh, using my unofficial title now? I thought you liked that nickname.." he teased, in which Leona just shook her head playfully. "I heard the princess has some idea that King McCalister was poisoned or .. something."
Leona just shrugged at the idea for a moment. "Perhaps.. one never knows." At that Sir Vandamere laughed and patted her shoulder before signalling that he was going down a different hallway.
"Next time there Snowflake." Leona smirked for a moment before adorning a more focused expression, her attention now fully on finding the princess. It wasn't long before she found the gardens, full of exotic and beautiful plants, and began scanning the scenery for the dear princess. A realization had occured to Leona, that she had never really met the princess outside a polite introduction, but the thought faded quickly.