Arturia/Heavy Dress/2/Ruairi/put blade under pillow
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| - | You snuggle into the pillow with your eyes closed, and revel in the feel of clean sheets and a soft mattress. It's nice to have a day where you don't have to get up for sword practice. The sheets smell like lavender, which lets you know that you aren't in your room. You turn over and- <br> | + | You hide the small dagger under your pillow, making sure you can defend yourself if anyone decides to approach you at night. Paranoid, yes, but not an unnecessary precaution. Feeling much safer with your weapon within reach, you feel the exhaustion of the day sink into your bones. Between the annoying dress and the long ride while cooped up in a carriage, this wasn't exactly your day. You hate boring carriages almost as much as Noble's dresses. You soon allow your eyes to close and you drift off to sleep, forgetting to take off the necklace which looks quite enticing as it disappears into the mysterious depths of your nightgown. |
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| + | The next morning, you wake up slowly. You snuggle into the pillow with your eyes closed, and revel in the feel of clean sheets and a soft mattress. It's nice to have a day where you don't have to get up for sword practice. The sheets smell like lavender, which lets you know that you aren't in your room. You turn over and- <br> | ||
-tense involuntarily. Who the HELL is in bed with you!? <br> | -tense involuntarily. Who the HELL is in bed with you!? <br> | ||
You open your eyes and stare at the person you had bumped into. It's a man. You're heart starts beating in overdrive. 'Have I seen him before?' you think, 'Last night, did we...?' You blush. 'No, no, I would have remembered something like that.' | You open your eyes and stare at the person you had bumped into. It's a man. You're heart starts beating in overdrive. 'Have I seen him before?' you think, 'Last night, did we...?' You blush. 'No, no, I would have remembered something like that.' | ||
| - | To your relief, both of you are still dressed: you in your nightgown, and he in a white shirt and | + | To your relief, both of you are still dressed: you in your nightgown, and he in a loose white shirt and brown trousers. You stare at him, trying to figure out if you've met. He has pale skin, long red hair, and a light dusting of freckles across his nose. You also can't help but notice, although he is still sleeping quietly, he is... that is to say, happy to be here, by the bulge in his trousers. You quickly look away, blushing even harder.<br> |
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[[Wake him up and demand to know who he is, with the dagger at his throat-The life of a medieval princess|Wake him up and demand to know who he is, with the dagger at his throat]] | [[Wake him up and demand to know who he is, with the dagger at his throat-The life of a medieval princess|Wake him up and demand to know who he is, with the dagger at his throat]] | ||
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| - | [Category: The life of a medieval princess]] | + | {{Princess Status|Equipment=''Nightgown, Beautiful necklace, artful dagger''|Health=100|Stamina=85|Mood=Startled|Gold=1050|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''Valuable jewelry, Heavy Dress''}} |
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Current revision as of 22:44, 2 March 2012
You hide the small dagger under your pillow, making sure you can defend yourself if anyone decides to approach you at night. Paranoid, yes, but not an unnecessary precaution. Feeling much safer with your weapon within reach, you feel the exhaustion of the day sink into your bones. Between the annoying dress and the long ride while cooped up in a carriage, this wasn't exactly your day. You hate boring carriages almost as much as Noble's dresses. You soon allow your eyes to close and you drift off to sleep, forgetting to take off the necklace which looks quite enticing as it disappears into the mysterious depths of your nightgown.
The next morning, you wake up slowly. You snuggle into the pillow with your eyes closed, and revel in the feel of clean sheets and a soft mattress. It's nice to have a day where you don't have to get up for sword practice. The sheets smell like lavender, which lets you know that you aren't in your room. You turn over and-
-tense involuntarily. Who the HELL is in bed with you!?
You open your eyes and stare at the person you had bumped into. It's a man. You're heart starts beating in overdrive. 'Have I seen him before?' you think, 'Last night, did we...?' You blush. 'No, no, I would have remembered something like that.'
To your relief, both of you are still dressed: you in your nightgown, and he in a loose white shirt and brown trousers. You stare at him, trying to figure out if you've met. He has pale skin, long red hair, and a light dusting of freckles across his nose. You also can't help but notice, although he is still sleeping quietly, he is... that is to say, happy to be here, by the bulge in his trousers. You quickly look away, blushing even harder.
What do you do next?
Scream for Duran who is in the next room
Try to get out of bed without waking him
Wake him up and demand to know who he is, with the dagger at his throat
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Nightgown, Beautiful necklace, artful dagger |
| Stamina | 85 | |
| Mood | Startled | Inventory:
Valuable jewelry, Heavy Dress |
| Purse | 1050, 00, 00 | |
