The Mighty Holy Sword of the Hawthorne's (Celeste & CheesusKrust)

[Celeste's Daughter]

Somewhere in the palace of the royal family, it was said to be hidden a priceless treasure. That treasure was the Holy Sword, the obvious property of the Hawthorne's. A mere nobody forgotten by most in an isolated place and simply taken care of because of a piece of metal. Yes, this Holy Sword, was also a person. In fact, it wasn't sure even now, if both the woman, and the metal was the sword. What was for sure, though, was that the sword was never held by anyone, and that the mere times it was lightly touched was when this woman felt at ease. For some reason, it was believed that the only one who would be able to get the sword would first have to gain the trust of this mysterious being who called herself Freya. However, nobody managed to do that. And after many failed attempts, they gave up and just decided it was a good idea to keep her there, locked away from the outside world and away from the enemies' eyes. If the Hawthorne's couldn't have the sword, nobody else could, so to speak.

This is how this young woman only saw a glimpse of the real world, the little and only window to her room providing little sight over the town. Yet, in all these years she was alive, she had seen enough to know most of the people didn't care about her, but only about the sword bound to her. They were greedy, selfish and ignorant. But she had no other choice. She couldn't escape this immense cage she was locked in. She was doomed to probably die there, along with some other treasures of the royal family. She had more or less lost faith in people, and it was thus, no wonder that the sword was more likely to never be touched. The caramel haired woman was slowly losing her will to live with each day that passed.

Her chambers weren't really that ugly. In fact, they were royally decorated and furnished, but only gave off a cold feeling given how she was alone most of the times. Her 'den' consisted of a bedroom, another room that served as a bathroom and another bigger room connected to the corridor that leaded to her place in which resided most of the expensive treasures of the Hawthorne's. Though, the latter was always locked and even she had no access to it. Not that she could use any of those things anyway.

Nevertheless, the most worrisome and detestable thing was that lately the maids weren't showing up anymore. She wasn't fed properly anymore, and it only made her feel weaker. She was starting to wonder if the king almost forgot about her. Hell, she wasn't asking for this. She only needed her freedom, she didn't ask to be kept in there, fed only when they felt like it. Still, there was this person who sometimes came over with food. And she was sure he wasn't one of the workers. Freya didn't know the royal family too well, strangely enough. She knew only the king's face, and thus she could only assume this young man was someone of the royal family, or maybe even some noble. She never dared to ask who he was. But mostly because she never talked. She kept silent, and only glanced back at people. She knew talking would get her in trouble. They would ask questions. She preferred playing the mute. Still, lately she felt the urge to talk to him. Strange.

She currently sat by the little window, facing away from the door, sword somewhere on the queen sized bed. She yearned to see more of that light, more of the outside world.

 

[CheesusKrust]

Azazel peered around the corner of his doorway, the hall appeared relatively empty. It wasn't exactly...acceptable for the prince to be sneaking out in the early morning in order to aid the nearly forgotten treasure of the Hawthorne family. Ever since he was young he had seen the young woman on occasion, being transported through room to room in order to keep her in the safest parts of the castle. Not many kingdoms knew of the figure they kept trapped, yet his father believed it best to keep the sword and its protector in the safest depths of their home.

Lately however he did not see her, nearly at all as of late. She was no longer transported, and he no longer saw the maids and figures that would care and feed her. It was a sad truth, that his father and the other advisors to the noble family were slowly starting to lose faith in the girl. Her purpose in their society is nearly nonexistent, for all she would do was take space and eat their food. However in Azazel's eyes...he believed in helping any of his kind. He was unnaturally kind hearted in comparison to the rest of his family, although his father did not quite understand it, Azazel was still the only heir to the throne.

Slipping out of his room he made sure to shut his door slowly. The click that signaled his door was in place echoed for only a moment before he crept forward in an awkward manner. His arms moving in wide sweeps as he took large bounding steps only on the tips of his toes, biting his lower lip as he made his way into the kitchen. Peering around the corner making sure the chef was no longer there before hurrying inside. His arms were filled with an array of breads and cheeses from many of the local villagers and neighboring kingdoms as he tilted his eyes around the corner once again. Moving into the neighboring library he moved to the fireplace, shoving his shoulder against the corner of the fireplace as it began to turn.

Appearing in a hallway as the fireplace spun around once again, replacing the other side with an exact replica of the fireplace as he moved down the hall. It had become familiar to him, all of the secret hiding places had remained the same, and he had visited the girl often. She wasn't one to say much, even when he was a young boy...yet he couldn't help himself.

Shoulder in past her door he forced it open, moving inside as he produced a bright toothy smile. Eyes closed slightly as he looked to the window, her usual resting place. "Look what I snuck you!"Azazel called out happily as he brandished the array of breads and cheeses tucked into his arms and shirt. Moving to the bed he dropped it all down on the sheet before looking over to her once again. "You're hungry right?"

 

[Celeste's Daughter]

Honey eyes glanced away from the window towards the door as she heard the faint creaking. As always, she was quiet, only watching him from her spot, mentally wondering if either he was an idiot for risking the trouble for her, or he was just trying to fool her and gain her trust. However, the grin on his face was enough to prove that maybe it was the first because she doubted the king was even interested in her anymore to try and send someone to trick her into giving up on her stubbornness. Nevertheless, that still made her be a little cautious. She couldn't help but be nervous every time there was someone intruding her den. It was something planted in her mind to feel so, and the sword would always react accordingly. In this case, putting forth a transparent barrier of its own as it sat on the bed which he approached.

However, once she saw the food, her stomach gave in, letting out a growl of hunger, at which she quickly placed her hands on her stomach and blushed embarrassed. Reluctantly getting up, she paced towards the bed and sat down on it, taking a hold of a round loaf of bread. Without much hesitating this time, she took a bite of it, never minding blandness of it anymore. Lately she was more than happy with any kind of edible thing as long as it would keep her from starving. The sword's barrier faded away with each bite of hers, a sign that she was slowly becoming more comfortable with the stranger's presence.

On another hand, though, she never really thanked him, did she? Well, she was supposedly a mute, or so she wanted others to believe, but she never really showed gratefulness. Gulping down the bite of bread, she looked at him and then down at the bread in her hands, half-munched on already. "One day you'll get in trouble because of this." she murmured, the sound of her own voice a little bit nostalgic to herself. She wasn't even sure she knew how to speak after all this time, but she guessed no one could forget such thing. She didn't quite thank him properly, but at least she wanted to make him aware that this was risky. She had a feeling the food was found in the kitchen of the palace and that was really bad, because it meant he was stealing. Then again, she had no idea who he really was, and what was his social status. "Thank you." she suddenly mumbled again, without any eye contact but meaning the words.

 

[CheesusKrust]

Azazel peered at the figure who seemed to produce a look of a nearly inhuman nature, it was a mixture of defense and distaste. Had he done something wrong? No way, you've only made sure she stayed fed like everyone should be...there's no way she could be angry with you. The thought races through his mind on a constant loop almost as if to reassure himself that he hadn't in some indirect manner insulted the delicate figure that perched herself in the windowsill. Suddenly the croaking noise remniscent of some foul beast that would exist in only fairy takes echoed throughout the room, a small laugh escaping his lips upon realizing it was only her stomach crying out for sustenance.

"Help yourself."Azazel said calmly, making sure to side step out of her way so she would be able to grab whatever she felt was best. His eyes followed her slender hands as they found a piece of bread, the manner in which she ate it was almost...adorable. Finding himself unintentionally staring as he blushed once more. It wasn't polite for a man of his class to stare at a woman...no matter how lovely they appear.

"Don't worry about that...just let me handle it, I'm sure I can think of something if they find out."Azazel reassured her with a sly wink. "I'm a pretty quick thinker you know!"Azazel spoke matter-of-factly a small laugh escaping his thin lips as he observed her eat. "It's not even that difficult...generally in the early morning like this no one is in the kitchen anyways."Azazel spoke moving over to the bed as he took a seat on the corner. A single hand finding a piece of bread that he brought to his own lips as he took a bite, unsure what to say to her. Afterall...this was the first time they had spoken. "You don't talk usually though do you?"