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Yesterday's Gone [HKitten & Pretty]

prettylykSIN

Supernova
Joined
Jan 8, 2009
Location
Orlando
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                • "Daughter." The king's voice echoed through the throne room like thunder. Despite his old age, King Kadvar
                  Nebre'seir still had the voice of a general, demanding respect and unquestioning obedience. Aislyn should have
                  been immune to that voice after twenty years, but still that voice made her soul quake when directed at her.
                  It was only in this tone that her father ever addressed her, and so Daughter-heir to the kingdom, Aislyn Faeyt
                  Nebre'seir stepped forward, curtsying gracefully before her father. She remained that way, her head bowed
                  and eyes cast down to the floor. She knew better than to assume that she could rise just because she was
                  the princess. She had learned to stay in a perfect curtsy for hours until told to rise.

                  She heard movement and a pair of shined boots came in her field of vision. Fine, silver embroidered knee-high
                  boots with turned down cuffs. Whoever stood before her was obviously a noble. Her eyes remained on the
                  floor, her slender body trembling slightly. She sent a silent prayer to the Mother Goddess that this was not
                  the day she had been dreading since she was thirteen.

                  "I assume you know His Imperial Grace, Arch Duke Desian?"

                  Aislyn dared to raise her head to gaze up at him. He was a tall, dark imposing man. Streaks of gray ran through
                  his dark brown hair. He must have been nearly twice her age, if not more. Aislyn murmured some greeting, she
                  wasn't sure what. She was having trouble breathing, though she let none of it show on her face. It was
                  apparently the right thing to say, for the older man took her hand and laid a kiss upon her white skin. "It
                  has been decided that he will be your husband," he father commented, as though the news did not completely
                  shatter her world. The Arch Duke smiled down at her, a slight curve of his thin lips. It made him look cruel.
                  Aislyn swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded dumbly, her golden locks falling over her shoulders with the
                  movement, partially veiling her face from them. "You are dismissed, daughter. We will make the arrangements
                  for the wedding." Her father waved her away with a flick of his hand. She sunk into another deep curtsy, her
                  knees shaking, and fled the throne room.

                  She raced through the hallways, ignoring everyone she passed servant and noble alike, unlike she reached the
                  royal stables. It had always been her haven to come to when she was upset. She had barely opened the stall
                  and thrown her arms around her mare's neck before she succumbed to the tears. Her mare was gentle-
                  tempered, a sandy color with a white main and tail. She matched her mistress's colorings well. She had been a
                  gift from her mother when she had come of age. The mare shifted slightly, trying to turn her head to look at
                  the weeping girl. Aislyn held her mare tightly around her thick neck, burying her face in the soft hair of her
                  mane and crying silently, her shoulders shaking violently with her suppressed sobs.

                  After several minutes, she sniffled and drew back from the mare. "None of them care, Moonlight," she told the
                  mare. "They don't care what I feel about this." Quickly, she saddled the horse by herself and mounted,
                  determined that if she couldn't escape her marriage, she could escape her feelings with the thrill of a ride.
                  And with that, she set off towards the city.
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Throwing his backpack over his shoulders, he adjusted his bandana he just â??foundâ?? over his blonde hair and checked himself out in the reflection of the water in a vase. The sun was extremely bright and made it hot today so he chose to undo most of his shirt to let the breeze catch and cool him. â??Whoa, you look so hot.â? He joked to himself, making a few people around him stare at him oddly for speaking to himself. It was either that, or they thought he was some pervert that was hitting on one of them.

You win some you lose some~ he thought with a chuckle, not caring that they were starting to back away from him. Once he had his brown bandana straighten so that the skull was facing in the correct position, he stood up and brushed at his pantsâ??as if he could get rid of the dirt that appeared to be permanently there. His finger got caught in the loop of his belt and twitched in a strange direction, flicking his dagger out of its hidden sheath and to the ground. When he bent down to pick it up, he was nearly blinded by the sunlight that shone over its silver blade before he grabbed the handle and shifted the surface. It was a simple dagger, meant for protection, because Eithâ??s stealing days were over.

â??Yup, yup! Iâ??m as good as they get.â? He cheered himself on, despite the fact that his bandana was just recently â??foundâ??. Shifting in his stance, he places the dagger back into its sheath beneath the hanging belt he wore; it concealed it nicely and he never had to worry about it being easily taken. Only once had he lost his dagger and that was because it fell into a pile of similar designed ones. He found this one special because of the small chip in the flat surface of the sliver blade, so when he â??scraped upâ?? enough money and â??foundâ?? some sapphires, he had a blacksmith embedded the jewels into the base of the handle and the remaining fragments into the blade itself. It covered the small chip with something more meaningful; the color of her eyes.

Ahhh, you fool. Sheâ??s probably forgotten your ass by now. he shook his head, giving a huff and finally adjusting himself enough to keep moving. He had tried to stay away from this place as much as possibleâ??after all, he was banned from this cityâ??but as it was, he found that if he wasnâ??t caught, this was the fastest route to travel through to the other side; where a job was offered. With that brighter thought in mind of a â??jobâ??, he straightened his back and continued on the bypassing of the city, stopping only to observe something interesting or look at something he might have wanted in the stands.
 
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