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[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ the guard ] [ tagged: vivian, brenna ]

Vivian answered with an order. It was custom in serious, dangerous times like this, and it was also commonplace for the soldiers of the Army. In fact, it was so much so that such a tone of voice did no longer surprise him. Not to mention that his own voice often took that tone, the diplomatic feeling to a voice that radiated a strength of personality, that gave confidence to those around him. Vivian had that same tone and while he was undyingly loyal towards the Princess - and he cared for her more than he wanted to admit, even to himself - the guard would have followed her into the fires of Hell without a second thought, no matter the tone.

Adjusting the thin leather sword belt that looped lowly around his waist, Fabian allowed the heel of his palm to brush against his other belt that held a foot long dagger, just to check it was there. By paying the pirate a visit they were putting the Princess in danger, even if it was her idea. Fabian might have argued, he might have tried to convince her to stay here if he had not known her for a long as he had. There would be no stopping her from doing this so it would be up to himself and Brenna to protect her should the pirate captain attempt something.

Vivian rushed from the room in front of him. Leaning over, Fabian wrapped his fingers around the cool metal doorknob and gestured with his other hand for Brenna to go first. "Ladies first." He said. He might have been born a farm boy once: now he was a gentleman and a soldier.

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tags: mentioning some // location: the dungeon // mood: appalled & somewhat confused

Ｔhe cell wasn't as bad as one would think. It had a creaky cot that was a piece of crap, though it was able to be slept on, that was for sure. Of course, he was speaking from experience. After they had brought him in here and locked him up for only God knows what for he found a strange comfort in the battered wood cot. Killian defiantly had no sort of clue why he was in the castle dungeon, it had only be a few coins from that women's dress. ( ) He'd quickly hid them from her as they were "sleeping" last night. Anyways, the guards had been silent and relentless to even move or make a sound. It was quite annoying to be honest.

"Hey, guards!" He paused and stood, wrapping his rough hands around the metal bars in the front of the cell block. "Could I at least get some breakfast, oh and maybe one of you fine gentlemen could possibly tell me why I'm here?" The tone was kind of snarky but, at the least he got an answer from the older guard. "A maid will get you your damn breakfast, now shut your trap. Pirate." He isn't very friendly, is he? Killian thought to himself and then slumped down against the cool bars, banging his head lightly on them.