Saya/Black Leather/2

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Current revision as of 19:43, 7 March 2012

You quickly say your goodbyes to your friends, intent on getting away before you are forced to listen to the long dramatic goodbyes of everyone else. One of them surprises you with a set of Black combat gloves and armguards, along with shin-protectors and combat boots. Judging by the quality of these items and his general income, you'd say he spent at least a year's salary on these.

You're torn between telling him he shouldn't have spent this much money for a farewell gift and the urge to jump him. You end up doing both. He chuckles and puts you down. "I would know of no better investment than your happiness, milady" he says with an extremely polite tone while mock bowing.

"I.. thanks." is all you manage to say before he hugs you and tells you to take care of yourself. Such a sweetie-pie, no wonder you couldn't stop teasing him continuously for the past 4 years. You kiss him on the lips, a very rare thing for you to do. You may be playful and tease people alot, but you almost never actually get intimate with them.

"You take care too, sweetie-pie." you say as you turn around and hurry off before he notices the blush on your cheeks. Leaving him standing there dazed.

You feel invigorated and ready for anything as you run up to your carriage and meet your escort party.

There's 20 guards, 30 servants and 10 maids, a uselessly large entourage as usual.

You recognize the guards as some of your favorite sparring partners. Your dad must have hand-picked them. You make a mental note to give him a big thanks before leaving.

You were never that close to the servants, but most of them are cute-looking boys (the type you love to tease). And a few equally cute maids.

You also recognize one of the older maids... Betty. She's been around since you were a 'wee little baby' and has been going on your nerves for about equally long. Your father must have send her along to make sure you behave... probably a wise move, if extremely annoying.

You greet the captain of the guards as he approaches you. He's a large, burly middle aged man with a large scar across his face. Most girls are scared of him, but you know how to appreciate the company of a veteran warrior such as him.

"Ah you've finally arrived lass." he speaks to you without any of the formality people normally treat a member of the royal family with. Another reason you like him. His drinking habits are something you like alot less however.

"Ah, nothing beats the smell of alcohol in the morning does it, Duran." you say sarcastically. "So, are we all ready to go?"

"Ready whenever you are. Didn't think you'd be so eager to get going, though. Something good happen?"

"Uh, nothing really..." -You quickly change the topic to avoid the faint blush you feel rising to your cheeks- "So Duran, since you're escorting me there you should finally be able to tell me who I'm going to be marrying, no?"

Duran smirks. He's sure to have noticed the way you're acting. "Sure lass. We'll be taking you to... :"

The prince of a neighboring country as a symbol of our Alliance

The prince of a neighboring country to enforce a ceasefire

An extremely rich trader of noble descent who offered to supply an immense amount of money and resources in return for your hand

A mighty lord who will provide a great military asset to our army

A mysterious lord to whom your father owes a huge personal debt