Three sharp knocks on her door were meant to wake Blake up, but she had long been up and ready. She leaned back on the chair while her fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard of her laptop, stormy grey eyes never leaving the illuminated screen. Several windows were opened up, one of which contained a public dossier on her betrothed while another held the inter-kingdom rumor mill.
Angel Langar. She had no idea why the King had even decided to marry her off to this loser? Blake eyed the offered picture again and scoffed. Unruly hair and pierced lips? He looked every bit like he was trying too hard to act rebellious, but she had a feeling he wouldn't be the type to actually take a stand against those above him.
"Pathetic," she muttered under her breath before she shut the laptop down, only after completely wiping the data of her search. It wouldn't do to tip people off that she had more knowledge on the prince than they thought she had. After all, for the King, she had been blind to the kingdom's politics long ago.
Another set of three sharp knocks sounded from her door.
"I'm coming! I'm a cripple, not deaf!" She could almost hear whoever was out there pause, and a smirk made its way to her lips. It wasn't until she heard footsteps move away from the door that she allowed a breath to escape her lips.
A cornered animal will take drastic measures to ensure its survival. She frowned at the thought.
"This is no time to get hung up on worthless thoughts," she said to herself as she walked over to the dress she had laid out on the bed. It was beautiful, something she'd chosen out not because of how it looked like in the
light, but because of what it was meant to look in the
dark. It offered a kind of hidden depth that she liked while also proclaiming a message in broad daylight. It was perfect. She shrugged out of her hoodie and baggie jeans, and put on the dress. It was a hard task to accomplish on her own, but after the many years when she'd been forced to fend for herself, she had learned. It only took her less than half an hour to put it on. Heels weren't part of her ensemble, but she didn't see that as much of a problem. If the information she had on Angel was correct - and there was a 0.001% percent chance that it was inaccurate in any way - then her wearing heels would put him at a height disadvantage. Not exactly a good first impression.
Dressed and primped, Blake exited the hotel room and allowed herself to be lead to the limo. The King was already sat inside, purposely ignoring her existence after offering a look of distaste at her clothing choice. She could leave with that. She
has lived with that. The hotel in which she had been tasked to stay in hadn't been that far off from the castle, which was a blessing. That cut the time they'd have to share an enclosed space into simply an hour.
Soon enough, the car came to a stop in front of the castle grounds and the door on Blake's side was opened for her. She allowed herself to be helped out and offered a small smile of thanks to the man before allowing herself a moment to survey the area.
"Time to meet prince charming," she mused.