Two sides of the coin (Pale x Traveler)

[Shades Of Pale]

Trinity Nightwalker ☆ Age 20 ☆ Profession: Rogue

She had never tried this before, and yet she was completely calm about the situation. Breaking into houses and even the large manors had never been a problem, why should the castle be any different? She wore a pair of tight fitting black pants and a black shirt meant for a man. Over her head she wore a large hood that would cover her face, along with a black scarf to hide the rest. Trinity had been doing this for a very long time, since she was a child really. At that time she had the guidance of her father though, now she was on her own. The small framed woman was use to all now though, he had been arrested and hung three years ago now. That was the punishment for repeat offenders in almost any kingdom. That was why she was always extra careful now days. The thought of being hung wasn't a pleasant thought to be sure.

Wyheath was one of the largest kingdoms, it kept her in pretty good coin. On any given night she would make it through four or five houses, completely undetected. The only sign that she was ever there was her calling card, a single white rose laid in front of the door. Tonight however was merely for the challenge, she didn't need anything from the castle. In fact she could take a bit of a hiatus for a month before she began running out of coin. No tonight was just for the thrill, of stealing from a king.

Scaling the stone wall, she laid flat against the top waiting for one of the guards on his rounds to pass. When the coast was clear, she got to her feet running along the top a good twenty yards before jumping down to the soft grass beneath. Trinity crouched listening for anyone approaching, when she heard nothing she made a mad dash for the castle. Flattening herself against the stone wall she looked up. All she needed was a good hand hold and she could pull herself up. Lucky for her royalty were vein creatures, and this particular King was no different. The stones that the castle were made off gave plenty of crevasses for one to grip with their fingers. The balcony she had in her sights wasn't even that far off the ground.

One last look around and she began scaling the wall, in the darkness she would only be seen by a very trained eye. Making her way to the ledge of the balcony she hoisted herself over the low wall. Crouching down when her feet touched the flat surface. excitement coursed through her veins, she couldn't keep the smile playing at her lips in check. This was just to damn easy, were they so sure of their skills they didn't know how to defend a castle any longer. Stealthily she moved to the doors, which she found to be unlocked. Another smile spread across her lips, 'what fools.' Using more stealth she slipped inside the darkened room. Her eyes quickly adjusted, she was use to the dark after all. The furnishings would suggest she was in the queens parlor, the room she used to meet with other noble ladies.

This was not the room she was looking for though. No if she was going to do this, and risk being hung she would do it right. She would head out into the better lit hallways, she would go to the Kings study. The hour was late so there was not much movement inside the castle. Creeping towards the door, she waited and listened for foot steps beyond. There were none, opening the door a crack proved the hall was empty. She had been in the castle before so she knew exactly where she needed to go to find the study. Keeping close to the wall, taking a right she headed down the hall.

 

[Traveler]

It had been a long two days. Sir Sean Idlewyld had spent too many days at the desk pouring over old contracts and agreements with the king's advisers, and he had been given orders not to leave the study until he could find an obscure note referring to the beginning of the Treaty of Vallane, a trade agreement that was supposed to ensure eternal free pass through the Valley of Vallane for their merchants, but which now seemed like it was going to be redacted due to some nobleman's inappropriate recreational activities with a duke's daughter.

Sir Sean had been reading so much that his eyes felt dry and pinched. He had laid his head down for 'just a moment' it seemed, when he suddenly jerked awake. The flames in the fireplace had died down to orange embers and the King's study was dark. He drew in a soft yawn and leaned back in the chair, stretching lightly as he contemplated the consequences of sneaking off to bed without locating the contract information he was ordered to find.

He had been a knight for nearly six years now, and still his slight frame and quick form was only surpassed by his usually quick mind... but tonight neither mind or form was up to his usual prime. He felt sluggish, and was seriously considering going to sleep on the king's couch and starting again in the morning.

 

[Shades Of Pale]

Getting to the study proved to be an easy feat, there were no guards in the hallways. Oh these royals, always so secure in there their fortresses. They never thought to protect themselves from the likes of her. She reached the door to the study with in minutes. Waiting and listening, to make sure the king himself wasn't inside. That would make things a little awkward, she wouldn't be able to explain her way out of that. Nothing from inside reached her ears, the room had to be empty. Opening the door she slipped inside, but oh was she wrong about the room being empty.

Her eyes stopped on the sleeping form at the desk. She flattened herself in a dark corner watching him. What was she going to do now, her heart started pounding in her ears. Then the figure jerked awake, only illuminated by candle light and the dying fire in the hearth. She had to get out but how would she do that if he was awake? Well there was no point just standing here in the corner, he would see her shortly anyway. Slipping the black dagger from her hip she strode forward. "Well you sir, have ruined all of my fun."

 

[Traveler]

He was visibly startled, and it took a half second for him to register that this wasn't a dream and she did not belong here. Sean stood up, his hand finding no weapon nearby but a metal pen, and he faced the intruder. "Who are you? This section of the castle is off-limits for the commoner," he warned. His eyes saw the fire light glint off her dagger and he felt the absence of his own sword and dagger like an albatross. In fact, his sword belt and all that it entailed was across the room, leaning against an obscure wall where he had put it two days ago. Now, seeing her coming at him with that rare confidence that either fools or the well-trained had, he wished that he had eschewed comfort for safety.

"I'm warning you," he threatened, "the king hangs thieves. If you do not leave now, I'll have no recourse but to arrest you in his name." It was mostly a bluff; she seriously out-weaponed him, but he never knew someone to now quiver and quake at the presence of a knight, and he half-expected her to put down her dagger and beg for mercy.