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9 yrs ago
Current Life is busy, as always. Now that I've got a bit of a handle on things, I plan to become a bit more active on here.
9 yrs ago
Today was fun. I accidently punched some people in the face a bit too hard and then I painted my nails green. And I bought a sweater.
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9 yrs ago
Going out of town for the weekend, may not have internet access. Wish me luck.
9 yrs ago
I should go to sleep. I really don't want to go to sleep though. Dilemmas.
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9 yrs ago
Recovering from surgery is no fun. I'm just getting back to replying to things today, sorry to anyone who's been waiting.

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Amara’s lips curved up in a small smirk. It seemed that perhaps this bodyguard might prove more interesting than most. He was apparently not a fool, which could prove either to be good or bad. What was interesting was his words. Her past bodyguards had remained silent or tried to please her. This one was rather obvious in his dislike for her. It was slightly amusing.

“I must say, I was beginning to think that all of you Death Knights were the same. I certainly have never had any of my bodyguards offer to kill me themselves. But you see,” she continued, her voice filled with mock sincerity, “It is rather inconvenient. After all, why would I want a stranger following me around so closely when you could so easily do any of the things you have mentioned.”

The roads became less crowded as they neared the palace. As she walked, Amara noted with interest that it seemed the bodyguard of all things had begun to lift her boredom. How very strange.
Yeah I definitely ship these two. This being a story on a pirate ship, I feel like there are a lot of ship puns just waiting to be made.

Sorry I haven't replied in so long! I had a few crazy busy days. :(
Elena watched the captain go silently. As soon as she was alone, she sat heavily on the edge of the large bed, putting her head in her hands. She took deep breaths, though she felt as if she was drowning. The whole situation was completely overwhelming. How had everything become so twisted? Try though she might, Elena could not see any plausible escape. She was on a ship in the middle of the ocean. She was not aware of how much time had passed since her capture, or if their Majesties even knew of her abduction. It was not as if she could sneak off in the night and run away. There was nowhere to run. There was a part of her, the terrified part, that wanted to crawl under a table and hide. She immediately squashed that part. She told herself that she had to stay strong. She refused to let these people affect her. Taking a moment, she forced herself to calm down. Her mind cleared. Her hands stopped trembling. Panicking would get her nowhere.

Elena stood, beginning to pace back and forth across the cabin. She could not get the captain's words out of her head. The woman confused her more than anything. She had not even known there were female pirate captains. With a somewhat bitter laugh, she realized that had she heard of Captain Cecilia under different circumstances, it would have been exactly the kind of tale she had always loved. She would have been impressed if she was not already so angry. She looked up to glare at the wardrobe that had been pointed out to her. Having been told to change made her inclined to stay as she was. The last thing she wanted to do was accept anything from the pirate. Her resolve wavered as she took notice of the way her ribs ached from being bound in the corset. She was extremely uncomfortable, and being contrary would not remedy the situation.

With a frustrated sigh, she stalked over to the wardrobe, quickly rifling through its contents. Finally, she settled on the simplest dress she could find. It had a long skirt and sleeves, with material a soft forest green, and elaborate embroidery in a darker shade. It had been stuffed in the back of the wardrobe, and she took it out, placing it on the bed. Getting out of her own dress was the difficult part. It had taken two maids to lace her into it, and normally it would take at least one other person to take the dress off. Muttering under her breath about ridiculous clothing that required too many people to use, she struggled with the laces of the corset. When she finally was free of the thing, she let it drop to the floor, sighing in relief. She pulled the new dress over her head. This dress laced tightly up the front of the bodice, and was therefore immensely easier to deal with. The neckline was much lower than she would have usually preferred, but the dress was still comfortable and she could finally breathe easily.

Elena quickly yanked the pins out of her hair, dropping them onto a small table. Her long hair fell all the way down to her waist, and she ran her hands through it with a sigh. She kept her jewelry on, imagining that it she would not see it again if she set it down. It was not as if she cared for the expensive necklace and earrings, but they were the only things of value she had on her. Perhaps she could bribe someone. She had already decided that she was not going to give up.

She looked hesitantly towards the door. It was true that she wanted desperately to get out of the room, but she was still quite nervous at the thought of facing any of the pirates again. Taking a deep breath, she found her resolve, a look of determination on her face. She would show this Captain Cecilia that she was not weak, that she would not be broken. Years of living at court had given her the skills to hide her true feelings, and she used these skills now, taking her fear and uncertainty and shoving them into the back of her mind. Her expression was carefully blank, her blue eyes defiant. She strode towards the door with purpose and knocked three times.
Don't apologize for long posts haha.

And wow, nice outfit. Elena would totally love it under different circumstances.
Elena woke slowly, her eyes fluttering open. Her head was pounding and she was thoroughly disoriented. The princess frowned. Where was she? She didn’t remember. She lifted her head, only to find herself gazing directly into a pair of light gray eyes. The sight helped to cut through the foggy confusion that had filled her mind. She remembered the party, talking, and dancing. She remembered walking out onto the balcony, the struggle, everything. Her own eyes widened.

Quickly, she she sat up, moving back to the edge of the bed she found herself on. Moving so suddenly had only worsened her headache, and she winced, putting a hand to her forehead. Since it appeared that the woman was not immediately planning to attack, she slowly got off the bed, standing up on the opposite side. She still did not feel completely well after having fainted. Noticing the way the floor seemed to shift beneath her feet, her gaze flicked around the room, trying to get a sense of her surroundings, before they settled on the raven-haired woman.

Remembering what had happened triggered many emotions for the princess. She felt an acute sense of betrayal, though she could not completely comprehend why. Elena was of course scared, and she gripped her skirt with both hands in order to hide the fact that they trembled ever so slightly. But, even stronger than her hurt and fear was her anger. She was angry for multiple reasons. She was angry at the fiends who had taken her, at the woman who had tricked her. She was angry at herself for having been so foolish, so gullible and stupid as to have fallen for her tricks. And though she would not admit it, she was angry because she was terrified. If she let go of her anger now, she would have to face the intense feelings of fear within herself. So she instead chose anger, because it was safer, because she could control it.

Elena’s anger was not like the hotheaded temper of her mother, nor the subtle annoyance of her brother. Hers was cold, leaving her feeling numb. She stared directly at the woman across from her, her soft blue gaze turned to ice. She tried to keep her focus. There did not appear to be anything she could really do at the moment. She felt exhausted, and had no strength to fight with. Instead, she spoke, hoping to get some answers.

It took Elena a moment to find her voice, but when she did she was glad that it came out strong, not weak and trembling like she felt. “Who are you? Where am I?” She had suspicions regarding what the answers might be, but a part of her still did not want to accept what had happened.
Don't worry about it. :)
Sorry I haven't replied in so long. I was suffering a bit of writer's block, I guess.
Amara was forcing herself to accept the presence of this new guard, however unwanted it might have been. It did not seem as if she would easily be rid of him. At some point during her little walk in the markets, she had stopped trying to ignore the knight and started observing him. From what she could tell, he seemed extremely competent at his duties, something Amara was not entirely happy about. While all Death Knights were skilled, there had been some she had been able to rid herself of by showing their faults. Sometimes it was easy. Her guard might be just a bit too slow, or focused on other things. When a guard was removed from her, it meant another period between bodyguards. It was a time when she could actually be alone, and therefore a time she considered worth trying to achieve.

However, so far Amara was not able to spot any hints of weaknesses or faults in this new bodyguard. Whenever Amara took a sharp turn, sped up her pace, or tried to lose herself in a crowd, he was always there, maintaining his distance, never faltering. He moved with the easy grace that said he was a skilled fighter. Perhaps that gained him the slightest bit of respect in Amara’s eyes, but respect was nothing. It did not change the fact that she wanted him gone. If anything, getting rid of this bodyguard might prove to be a rather interesting challenge, something Amara had not experienced in some time. If she could not be free of the Death Knight at the moment, he could at least serve to offer her some form of entertainment. Perhaps it would alleviate some of her boredom.

Amara had started the trek back towards the castle. She was done with the city. Having a Death Knight following her around had begun to attract a bit too much attention anyway. Without turning her head, she spoke, her voice just loud enough to reach the knight’s ears and no one else’s.

“Is there anything I might offer you that would convince you not to be so very watchful in your duties, Knight?” she asked.

She did not expect him to accept a bribe. In fact, she would be rather disappointed if he did. However, as she had given up on ignoring him, she instead decided to talk to him. If she wanted to learn anything about the knight, she would either have to see him fight or hear him speak, and the first did not seem likely to occur any time soon.
Ahhh thanks. You totally made my day. Haha, actually I was really loving the way you wrote, and I thought, "man, I really need to step up my game."

And yeah, Elena's definitely not having a happy moment.
Elena heard Lady Jacquelyn shout something and turned, confused. “Wha-” she started to say, but the word was cut off as the princess was suddenly grabbed from behind. Elena yelped, but the sound was muffled by someone’s hand clamped over her mouth. Panicking, she tried to scream, to call for help. It was useless. No one would be able to hear her out here. She struggled and felt her elbow connect with something solid. There was a muffled grunt and then suddenly her arms were restrained as well.

Blue eyes wide, her gaze fell on the woman in front of her. It was not difficult to figure out what had happened. Elena could feel an expression of hurt seeping into her eyes and immediately tried to push it back, but controlling her feelings was almost impossible at the moment. There was no reason for her to feel betrayed. She had met this woman only an hour ago.

These feelings were soon forgotten in the presence of the terror she felt. Elena was not strong. Any attempt she made to break free of the hands that held her did nothing, though she did not stop trying. Elena whimpered as her eyes were covered. She was utterly helpless, and she hated herself for it. The fear was a cold, icy feeling that started in her chest and slowly took over her entire body. Her panic, along with the tight corset she was wearing, made it difficult to breathe, which in turn only furthered her panic. Her struggles weakened. She could feel herself growing lightheaded, dizzy. One last small sound escaped her before she fainted.
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