Reĝa {1x1}

[r e d f o x]

grazer lowered the dagger slightly, yet still held it tightly, just in case he needed to juse it. he clenched his jaw, raising his chin as let his gaze flicker across her before meeting her eyes. he couldnt help but draw some satisfaction at the fact he was taller than her as he stood straight, looking down at her as he shifted the dagger to his other callused hand. his lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced at one of the guards. "thats none pof your business," he grumbled, looking back at her. "your highness," he added sarcastically, his tone somewhat dull as his lips pressed into a thin line. "now if youll excuse me, i need to get home and take care of my family," he told her. "if you even know what that means. id be surprised if you did since you spend your life living spoiled in a castle," he spoke, his eyes narrowing.

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Margo
17
princess
palace
╚»xxxxxxx«╝

Her lips thinned firmly, turning white with pressure, when the dagger remained firmly grasped. Her features became tighter with each word he threw at her. The whole while she debated what she should do with him, for she liked his spirit and despised his ill-mannered behavior. At his last comment, she ran a finger lightly over the skirt of her dress. Spoiled. Well, if wouldn't offer his name, then she would have no cause to use it. "You're lucky, boy, that it was me you were brought to." Realizing her hands were fisted, she calmly relaxed her limbs and held herself regally. "I'm assuming you were brought here for a reason. If you want to return, you'll have to serve out what you owe, first." Her brows furrowed and her eyes darkened. "And I do believe that weapon is not yours. I ask that you return it." Her nerves were dancing inside her, not used to such interactions. Usually behavior like this was left to her parents. She was often more relaxed, too kind towards others than respectable for a queen-to-be. Her father said she needed to be more demanding, as was respectable for a monarch of their esteemed kingdom. This was practice, she mused to herself.

[r e d f o x]

grazers fingers tensed on the dagger as he lifted it. dont kill the queen, he scolded himself. his lips pressed into a thin line as he forced his hand down. "looks like the princess has a mouth on her," he grumbled as he glowered at her. "i dont owe anything to you, or anyone for that matter," he spoke louder than he did before, his angry gaze sweeping across the castle. "now, your highness, he spat the words out. "i need to be getting home so i can take care of my family. once grazer had a thought in his head, there was almost no stopping him. he threw the dagger down, barely missing the girl. "you're not very nice for a princess," he told her as he turned, headed for the gates as if he owned the place.

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Margo
17
princess
palace
╚»xxxxxxx«╝

She stared on passively as he spoke, eying him distastefully. How dare he raise a knife at her? Margo frowned at his insensitivity. Then she jumped an inch when he threw the knife, her insides immediately boiling with an entirely unpleasant mix of nerves and rage. "How... how dare you?" she shouted, forgetting in that moment about her appearances. "Me? Not nice? Have you met yourself?" She marched after him, having to take two strides for every one of his due to her severe lack of height compared to him. She reached out, gripping his sleeve and pulling him back. Well, as much as she could. He was certainly stronger than her. "You now... stop just you now. Just now stop you!" she stumbled out, mind clouded with a rush of adrenaline she could never remember feeling before. "Just stop now, you rude boy!" she finally managed to say.

[r e d f o x]

grazers eyes narrowed as he gripped her wrist tightly. "nothing personal, princess, but i dont plan on letting my family starve tonight. " he snapped. "but of course, you wouldnt know. while the rest of us are starving and freezing, youre nice, full, and warm in your cozy bed," he said, forcing himself to calm down. "and im not a boy, your highness," he added, looking down at her. "id prefer if you didnt call me one." he felt more calm now, and he wasnt sure if it was because of the girl, or if it was the fear of being beheaded. his lips pressed into a thin line as he released her. " and i dont know what debt you're talking about."

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Margo
17
princess
palace
╚»xxxxxxx«╝

Her eyes widened, he gripped her. She shouldn't be so surprised, she was the first to touch him. Never the less, it was something she most certainly was not used to. When he let go, her hand flew to her chest where she cupped it lightly with the other. "Well I wouldn't have to call you a boy if you'd just given me your name," she defended hotly. Then her eyes fell and her hands reached up to rub the tension out of her facials. "And I honestly don't know either. I just know that the guards went out to collect one. She dropped her hands, tipping her chin up and ignoring the stray strand of blonde that fell over her eye. However, I'd be more inclined to care if you weren't so rude." His comments stung just more than a little, but she was insistent that he didn't know just how much. She kept her mouth and eyes distant and calm, so he wouldn't be able to read her. "I'm sorry you're away from your family, truly. The decision, however, to let you return is not mine. If you want to go back, you'll have to reason with my father." She swallowed, content with her message but unsure of how it'd be received.

Sorry about the wait.

[r e d f o x]

[ah.. no problem. i dont have a life so i am usually on.]

grazers lips pressed into a thin line. "the way youre acting you could be mistaken for your evil mother," he muttered to himself sourly. he let his fingers skim alond the wound on his jaw, grimacing. ""im sure ill have a wonderful time woth your father," he said sarcastically, running a hand through his hair. "is he in the castle? can i walk in and talk to him or do i need to schedule a visit, your highness?" he asked her dully, scowling. he looked down at her, biting the inside of his cheek to keep back another rude comment. insted, he cleared his throat, biting his lip. he had heard stories of the king before, none of them near plesent. what a wonderful family she has, he thought, returning his gaze to hers.

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Margo
17
princess
palace
╚»xxxxxxx«╝

She stiffened when he compared her to the queen. Her mother. Clearly the comment was meant for himself, but she heard him anyways. "Yes, he's in the castle. I can draw a conference for you, if you would like to wait an excruciating two minutes," she offered in a huff. She met his eyes, her own gaze narrowing and lips pursing to the side. "If you want to plead your case successfully, all you have to do is remember to keep your off-hand comments to yourself. Lest you desire a bruise far worse than what you've already got." She knew, she knew very well what he was thinking about. She wasn't blind nor deaf. Margo knew what news of her father traveled between people of the kingdom. First hand, even, she witnessed what they spoke about. It was a harm she never wished to see upon anyone again, including the boy in front of her who had slipped in an insult to near every sentence. How he managed to do so, she wasn't entirely sure.

[r e d f o x]

"two minutes?" grazer repeated, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "take your time, princess. two minutes is barely lond enough for someone to escape," he spoke, looking down at her. he bit the inside of his cheek. "careful, princess. you dont want anyone to think you actually want me to plead my case successfully," he said sarcastically, biting his lower lip as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, glancing over his shoulder at the large gates. "get on with it then, your highness. i cant run away while youre still here," he grumbled. even though he was worried to see the king, he definitely wouldn't let margo know that. he stared at the two guards that had brought him here instead.

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Margo
17
princess
palace
╚»xxxxxxx«╝

She smirked, then remembered she wasn't supposed to do so and straightened her mouth. "Very well, I'll return shortly. These guards here will keep you company." She began to walk back towards the castle, stopping to kneel down, without dirtying her gown, and retrieve the dagger. She waved it minutely between her fingers as she looked back at him. "You see, one might think so. That I do want you to succeed. But then one must remember that you've had no practice in chivalry."She turned away and re-entered the palace doors, stuffing the knife in a hidden pocket among the folds of her skirt. She found her father in his study, a large room that donned rich colours and lavish paintings. "Father, your Majesty, there is a boy here to see you," she curtsied. At his acknowledgement, she backed out of the room and made her way back to the doors. She was a bit longer than two minutes, but she felt the boy shouldn't much mind. And if she walked out the doors and found him missing, it would only be pain for the both of them.