A normal day?[Will Scarlet]

[kira]

Everyday was the same. She would wake up, in the same room. She'd ate breakfast and she'd study till lunch then she ate again. Studied some more and then ate again before studying again and going to sleep. This was her general day. No sometimes she could take a walk around the courtyard being guarded by soldiers. Life hated her, there was no doubt about it at all. She was a prisoner in her own room.

It was raining outside, strangely because it was winter. January not she she particularly liked the cold but it was still better then this. She was laying on her bed. She had one book laying next to her while she just looked up. She had tore away her eyes from the window once it had started to rain. She hoped it would stop soon, it did. It started to snow. She knew that all over the country that would make allot of little children happy. She couldn't even remember the last time she had played in the snow.

Her cat, Layla, laid at her feet. Adorable thing really. Even though black cats brought bad luck she still loved it. It almost seemed like she was the only real family she had on this moment. The little animal moved and came to lay beside her. Asking for attention and to be petted. She moved her hand and began petting it on his head absent minded. Her head turned once on her pillow looking to the animal and away from her books were her eyes previously were.

Layla was a kind animal at least to her she was. She loved it. Her dear little Princess, which was what she called her most of the time. Her black cat came up rather quickly and abruptly. Which made her believe that there was something wrong. Her cat had never been wrong before on this kind of stuff right. She sat up, knowing her weapons were under her bed should she need them. She looked at the door that for a long long time had been locked. She had no clue about what was going on in this place.l

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

Did he have permission to be there? Of course not, when did Will ever stop to get permission from anyone? He didn't need permission. He was Will Scarlet and he could do whatever he wanted when he wanted to do it. If anyone tried to stop him, they would have the point of his sword to answer to.

Not that Will was in business of regularly hacking people apart; the opportunity just didn't come up often enough for it to become a habit. Ransacking anyone with money or of noble birth was something he did frequently, however. It was something he enjoyed doing, it was exciting, it was fun. Yes, sneaking out of Great Britain and sneaking into Ireland was Will's idea of fun. Was he crazy? Of course, he prided himself on his reckless version of insanity.

As mentioned above, Will loved to pilfer and plunder the stores of anyone remotely in possession of anything of potential value. If they had noble blood, then that was an excuse just as valid, in Will's mind. Unfortunately for a certain person, Robin Hood, Will's cousin was also of noble blood (just as Will was) and the latter took great delight in going through his cousin's things, claiming that, Robin was rich and Will needed to give such things to the poor. He hardly ever carried through his promises, however, and Robin stole them right back, taking a few gems or coins belonging to Will while they were handy.

So plundering an Irish castle sounded fun, far away from Robin, far away from Martin. And of course, far out of the reach of Will Stutely, the git.

As his boat climbed up onto the sand, Will set his our down across the wooden planks he had used for seats, his boots making prints on the sand as he climbed out, looking around him warily. Even though he was keeping a sharp watch for potential attackers, Will was also enchanted by the landscape. It was so green, so beautiful, so wide open. But he supposed every place looked like that when a man spent most of his time amongst dense trees.

The castle wasn't hard to find, as castles usually are. It was so obvious, placed up on a hill. It was pretty enough, he supposed, but he still preferred the trees or at least a hidden castle. He started off toward the structure at a brisk walk, paying no heed to the passing strangers to gawked at him. So he was bedecked in his signature crimson, so what? Robin would have told him wear green and brown or at least black, but where was the fun in that. He should be thankful, at least Will had settled for a hood and left his feathered, red hat in Sherwood. He stopped, less than ten minutes' walk from the castle's base. Sitting down, he took out his pack and began to eat the bread he had stolen and taken with him. Now, boredom would set it and he would wait for nightfall.

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: 522
listening to: summer of '69 by bryan adams
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: rushed
notes: dude, the song really fits him

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[kira]

A few seconds after that a servant entered her room. Kira rolled her eyes. What do they want now? she asked herself. "Excuse me your highness" she asked as if she was afraid of her. In a very small voice. "The king sends a request that you lunch with him and your sister." Now she seemed even more afraid of what her reaction would be. She wasn't mad at the girl, she after all was a subject bound to do what was asked from her. She nearly had made a very rude comment to send back to him but was able to control herself. "Tell him that I'm sorry to decline his request"

She nodded and left her room. She sighed and slid down next to her bed on the lovely maroon red carpet. Layla decided to join her there as she let her head fall back on the bed she closed her eyes for a second. She probably was the worst person to guess times in the world but she did not know that it was noon already. After staying a few minutes in this position she went over to her desk. She kept a diary since she was able to write and though she may not write in it every day she decided to write another entry.

A while later the same servant girl came back with lunch for her. She rolled her eyes again when she left the room. She finished writing quickly, what was there to say? after that she ate and continued her studying. Probably the best course of action at the moment. Her element was still weak but it was there after all, she had to train it to get out and one day she will succeed. After she had finished yet another book were yet again there wasn't anything that could help her concurrent situation she decided to do something else.

She picked up her sword. Or rather she took it from under the bed were it did nothing but gaining dust. She pulled it out of the scabbard it had taken her a while to gain the strength to wield this weapon but she did not feel sorry about the long hours that she had studying and getting to know every move by heart. She practiced a bit, well she had no one to spar against she didn't even have a training dummy. She noticed the sun going toward the west over the day. Her days were slow.

She put the sword back where it came from. What would she do to get the hell out of the god forsaken place to find out who exactly killed her master and take them down. Maybe life at court wasn't made for her. She was a warrior in disguise forced to play the role of a princess. Sure there were times when even she was happy here. Still court was a place that was for people who weren't like her. People who were happy living by every rule, not thinking about it themselves and in the case of woman who defiantly didn't fight.

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

As evening began to fall, Will rose, stretching slightly as he stood up. It had been a long day and he would have most like to have mugged many of the innocent passerbys. After all, this was Ireland and there were loads more poor people here than back in jolly old England. Wait, since when had Sherwood been "jolly"? Last Will had looked, it was infested with termites, outlaws and wandering nobles about to have their gold turned in some serf's taxes. But that was the way Will liked it, although he would have liked it considerably more had he been the King of Thieves. Robin could keep on being the Prince of Thieves all he wanted, but Will wanted to be King.

Slinging his bow across his back, Will started to cross the darkening grass leading up to the castle, moving quickly, walking lightly, in the way he was used to, casting glances around him all the while. Of course, he wasn't a wanted man in Ireland, but he was about to become one, if they ever found out who was robbing the castle of precious materials. Not all the materials that he would take with him would be cold stone, as he was about to find out, but all he thought he was going to be doing was stuffing his sack full of gold and jewels.

He took to sneaking around the base of the great structure, searching for a weak link in the chain that held this Hiberno building together. Finally, he found a tree planted so unwisely close to the castle and he grinned to himself. Trees and Will Scarlet meant certain robbery. With one leap, he landed in the lower branched and pulled himself up, effortlessly, finally landing, cat-like on the window ledge. He cast one last glance at the rising moon, and then turned, jumping down into the dark interior. The sound of metal ringing quietly out against metal rung out softly into the dark space as Will drew his longsword. There was no need to get caught and terribly embarrass himself, was there? That was the Other Will's job. And when he went on holiday, Martin was more than welcome to take over for him.

The only question remaining was, where was he?

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: 378
listening to: too late to apologize by one republic
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: pretty good
notes: shall he climb into her room?

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[kira]

She could sit in her room and keep pacing but she just read till dinner, they didn't even bother to ask her if she wanted to come down. She just got it in her room and ate it there. If she had a little bit of luck they wouldn't ask tomorrow either. Or maybe they would just leave her alone, something she wanted for quite some time now. After she had her dinner it was already dark. That is the down side of winter, the sun goes down early and comes up late.

She looked trough the bars of her window, it was night. She changed into a night gown and she put a small candle on her nightstand. It was enough light to read. And that is what she did, Layla her black cat laying at her feet already sleeping. But it still was quite early right? She closed her book after reading another chapter or so. She walked over to her mirror and combed her hair. She to below the sheets and blew the little candle out. The only light coming in was that of the moon.

Kira laid her head back on the many pillows trying to fall asleep but it was sort of hard when you do nothing all day. She was however nearly asleep when she heard something. A metal sound, like metal against metal. The bars on her window were made of metal. She kept her position, though she honestly didn't know what was going on. If she'd panic now and it would be nothing she'd made a fool out of herself. If she didn't do anything and something or someone was really out there...

She turned around and her eyes went strait to the window. There was something out there she knew it for sure. Or rather someone by the shape she could vaguely see trough her window. And who was it, was this person hostile or just some idiot who thought this could be funny. She hadn't given up hope that someone might bust her out of here but she would know if that was the case. They would have let her know.

She hoped this figure wasn't paying attention to her because she had dropped her hand. Trying to get her sword. She had no clue about any of this and she could yell very loudly and then there would be two guards in less then a minute. She had to get closer to the edge of her bed but at least she had the handle of her sword in her hand. She pulled it out trying not to make a sound, which she succeeded in. And got it under the sheets. She was dressed inappropriate to show herself or fight but she would defend herself if she needed to. She pretend to sleep, listening and waiting what this person would do.

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

Darkness was never the best environment to find anything in and if you were Will Scarlet, even daylight could be hazardous to your health. You see, if you were Will Scarlet, you hardly ever watched where you put your feet -- on principle. You were always falling over things, (including very flat surfaces such as the floor) where it was noon or midnight. It was just, darkness made his uncoordinated tendencies even worse.

"Bloody --." The supposed-to-be thief cursed, but his words were cut off as he tumbled forward, tripping over something that felt like the leg of a chair. Yet, in order for it to have been a chair, its legs must have been massive and, judging by the brief moment in which his skin had brushed against it, it was probably elaborately carved.

The "graceful" outlaw rose to his feet once more, groping the dark, trying to find the door to this ill-fated room. If whomever used it was so careless as to put a bed in the middle of the room, they did most likely not store their gold in here. True, there was the chance that he could take a hostage for ransom, but Will wasn't into ransoming -- it involved too many negociations and the back-and-forth game with messenger boys. The only treaure Will was interested in was hard, cold gold. Or silver, for that matter, or any kind of precious metal that he didn't have to drag screaming and kicking away from its hiding place.

There was a loud thud as he felt himself collide with something solid and uncomfortable. Staggering away from it, he felt his head, his eyes watering, his head spinning. Ow. What kind of moron left walls in the middle of their room? Well, he was an Irish moron, obviously, but all the same, people should know better than to build a way smack dab right in the center of their living space. That smart move was right up there with the bed. Seriously --.

Then, his ear caught a sound and he froze where he stood, listening intently. The sound of thin clothe rustling had caught his attention; sheets or blankets, most likely. So, there was someone in this room. They were most probably in the depths of slumber, but something, the way that body had turned over so stiffly against the sheets told the outlaw that his silent companion was not asleep. Grinning slyly, Will raised his sword and started in the direction of the noise. Then, his foot caught on something else and he toppled to the floor...again. He then made the mistake of opening his mouth, letting words slip out before he could stop them.

"Oh, s***."

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: 446
listening to: nothing, at the moment
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: pretty good
notes: clumsy, isn't he *has been amusing self with above post*

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[kira]

There was no doubt about it someone was in her room. She just laid still, unnaturally still. Maybe the person thought she was dead or non existent and then he'd open the door and the guards would arrest him. She knew it was a him seriously how many girls climb into rooms and break into castles at night. No that was something that mostly men did. And he seemed to be alone. Kira could handle him right? She hoped so.

She heard him falling over and cursing. His voice clearly confirmed what she already knew he was a guy. But it gave away something else. He had a British accent. They were in an alliance with Scieth right? Well she wasn't on so friendly terms with them. And if he was from were he thought he was then it didn't mean that his alliance laid there right? No this unknown male was, for now perhaps, a threat. He had fallen and he was on unknown territory. It was night on top of that and she was clearly in the advantage here.

Yet she was not a future teller. The grip on her sword tightened for a moment. He fell again. The still wide awake princess found him rather...clumsy. And what kind of idiot did not acknowledge something like that and even try to break in a place like this. When he would escape he'd just fall over his feet. She had to bite her lip or she would be laughing at him. If it were the right manners or not. She moved a bit in her bed. She tried to do it without a sound though she knew this was impossible. She was static and stiff, and she was a bit afraid of letting her presence be known. She'd loose the element of surprise.

A few moments after she had moved, creating a small noise but he had heard it. She heard his footsteps. She halfly expected to feel the cold metal of a sword against her neck within less then a minute. She however heard a thump again. Really how many more times was he going to fall? She was on the other side of her bed because of her movement and she could get out and so she swiftly did. Holding her sword up because if this was going to become a fight she'd defend herself.

She looked around the room. unsure were exactly he had fallen if he would stand up she'd notice and if it was needed she'd fight. "Who are you!" she demanded. Her mezzo soprano voice speaking, clearly feminine. With her classical light Irish accent. Her eyes still going trough the room expecting someone to stand up any minute now.

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

Pulling himself up with a few more choice words, Will jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, but it did confirm one thing; the person in this room was female and that made the entire matter less complicated. Women usually didn't have swords or other potentially painful weapons to defend themselves with. They also weren't particularly interested in trying to kill him, which was a huge plus to whatever he was doing. He should have known that from the beginning; most men, including him, didn't usually keep their rooms this clean.

"Ah, my Lady." He said, his voice somewhat hushed. Women were normally not as much trouble as men when it came to the stealing of certain artifacts, but they did have this rather annoying habit of screaming loudly to make other men come to their aid and that did get troublesome. "You have the great honor, the great privilege of meeting..." He paused for dramatic effect, the faint moonlight gleaming on the blade of his sword. "Will Scarlet of Sherwood Forest." He grinned, even as he realized it was impossible for her to see any facial expressions in such light. "The most feared outlaw in all England." Well, the last part probably wasn't true, as Robin was the man for the title, but that didn't mean she, this girl, had to know about him.

"Now if you'll just lie quiet, I'll get on with stealing something valuable and then I'll leave." He took a step sideways, groping blindly in the darkness. "If, by some slight chance you haven't heard of me," he was Will Scarlet, after all, "I can tell you that I am not a kidnapper, nor am I a murder or violator. I like the hard, tangible goods; none of this ransom madness."

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: probably about 300 words
listening to: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: pretty good
notes: it's a little short, i know

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[kira]

She tried to focus on where he stood in her room. Also she did want a good answer to her question. With her speaking and him replying to her her cat had also awake and it didn't like it one bit that this stranger was in her room. She didn't like it either. Kira held her sword steady. If he thoughts she was just another girl that didn't know how to defend herself or handle a sword. Then he had climbed in the wrong window and chose to break in the wrong castle.

She rolled her eyes at his choice of words. She was not interested in lengthy introductions. Will Scarlet of Sherwood Forest. Now that did rang a bell. Of course not his name but she knew a bit about most lands her country had connections with. As she had guessed he was from Britain but Sherwood forest. She knew outlaws were in that forest and when he confirmed that she had her guard up even higher.

There was a reason people became outlaws and there was a reason that they were known. Kira herself did not know the exact details (though it could be handy at this moment that was for sure). He concluded saying that he just wanted to rob the castle of everything valuable here. She however was not exactly interested in doing nothing while he would do that. He clearly thought she was yet another helpless woman. Men often thought that women were incapable of fighting.

She would prove him wrong on that point. "What makes you, Will Scarlet of Sherwood Forest, think that i would let you rob my home?" As if he'd even get passed the door. He'd be arrested in a matter of seconds. She took a few paces toward the door. She knew her own room. She wouldn't be having any kind of trouble with the furniture that stood here.

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

The moonlight glinted off something metal and destinctly shiny, but Will ignored it. It was probably just a mirror or something else that would catch a magpie's eye. No, it couldn't be a dagger, if this girl had a weapon, she would have made her presence known and he could have dealt with her much faster. After all the question of his victory in any fencing match was not a question -- he was the best of the best, end of story

What gave her license to rob her castle? Well, uh, only everything the outlaws of Sherwood stood for? He was Will Scarlet, for crying out loud, why shouldn't he be able to do whatever he pleased, including robbing her castle? He was famous for this, practically a king and she was questing his right?

"Er, excuse me." He started, in a voice that certainly asking any questions. In fact, it was more of a "no duh" tone. "I am Will Scarlet, only the greatest outlaw ever to roam Sherwood Forest or anywhere else, so if you'll excuse me, wench, I've got some thieving to do."

And with that, he turned around, but his foot caught on the edge of the carpet and he tumbled to the floor. Oh yeah, he had forgot to mention how much of a clutz Will Scarlet, supposedly the greatest outlaw to every roam wherever, was. He scrambled to his feet

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: 235
listening to: nothing, at the moment
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: pretty good
notes: none

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[kira]

Just stay calm and breath. That was the key right breathing? She tried to remember all of her lessons because except for sparring she hadn't exactly fought allot. Not that she doubted that she could handle this outlaw but still. She did not want to have some sort of injury. He still seemed to think that she would simply let him rob her home. If he tried to open that door and step out of it her one chance of freedom and revenge was over.

No she wouldn't let him do that. This probably would be the only chance she got till she was thirty and no one was going to ruin this for her. She held her sword steady as she moved toward the door. She was prepared to fight him. His tone clearly showed that he had no idea who he was talking to. He was an outlaw and Kira normally wasn't one to look down on people when you respected her she respected you. He probably had no respect for anything.

"I am no wench" Now she was angry at the insolence that this boy showed. She would not be talked to at that tone locked away princess or not. "I am Princess" she rarely used her title anymore but now it was necessary. "Kira Lynch" there was no need for middle names. "And i will not sit passively if you even try to rob my home."

She heard him fall again. He really couldn't even walk across a room without tripping over something. It probably were his own feet to. "Besides you wouldn't even make it across the room. Let alone trough that door before someone hears you" Kira found that she stood above insults so she left it of. But if he would insult her again then she wouldn't be this nice again. Lady or not.

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

Will smirked, listening to her angry rant. He had not been so privileged as to have to deal with sort of thing yet in his career, but he dramatic proclamations only added fuel to his fiery nature and to his rogue tongue.

"Oh, Princess, is it?" He smirked, keeping his sword raised, carefully placing his feet on the ground as he kept moving, constantly shifting positions. "The king's sister, eh" He taunted. "For one thing, this really isn't your home, because, if you haven't noticed, my lady, this castle belongs to your brother. And for another," He grinned, even though he knew his mocking smile would be indiscernible in the darkness. "I'm Will Scarlet, outlaw of Sherwood Forest in Great Britain -- don't you know what that means?" They never did, these foreigners and especially not these foreign girls. Those pretty, spunky Irish girls.

"I see," He pondered, after a moment had passed. So he would have to make himself clearer, did he? This was certainly more than just a little annoying. "I see I must speak more plainly for your kind to understand; I am going to take what I what and as much as I want. So what grant plan do you have up your sleeve to stop me? And as I told you before, you need not fear for your own safety; I will not hurt you." He spoke in a clear, articulate tone, his upper class British accent particularly evident as his tone became irritated, as if he was speaking to someone both very slow and very dim. Perhaps this princess was just that, maybe she wasn't. He couldn't tell in the dark.

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: 305
listening to: accidentally in love by the counting crows
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: pretty good
notes: none

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[kira]

Fun, now he was mocking her while she clearly was in so much advantage. She should have just yelled the minute she heard him fall the first time. She knew that in the dark she wouldn't be having much need to her eyes. But her ears, they were just waiting for him to fall again. She didn't want to use the piece of metal in her hand if she didn't need to."It may belong to my brother but i still live here and i consider this my home. You wouldn't know that feeling anymore would you. Being an outlaw" What goes around comes around.

"Yes i know what that means, that means unless you shut the hell up and go back to where you came from there are going to be two guards in this room withing thirty seconds. And i will not let you escape then." she would now. Once he was out of the way she could make sure she had her own stuff packed for her to take and she could leave herself. She could survive on her own right.

"I understand completely Will Scarlet of Sherwood forest." His tone made her doubt if he was such a low life as she thought. He sounded a bit upper class perhaps. As if he wasn't used to people to decline him but he knew how to handle it. "You aren't going to take anything you are going to climb trough that window and i am not going to see you again. If not." she paused for a second. "I have been taught how to use a blade, like the one that i am holding"

Now he knew that she was armed. Maybe he should reconsider now before it was to late for the both of them. "Good thing for you is, I'm not a big fan of pointless violence. And the bad news for you is that, if i hadn't made it clear, i can let guards stand in this room within thirty seconds. Want to know th exact time?" If he thought that he was dealing with some pathetic little court girl who couldn't defend herself he was wrong. And he knew that now, she hoped.

[Will Scarlet]

and that's when i met you
standing on your mother's porch

The outlaw grinned, revealing all of his gleaming teeth, straight, sharp, so unusual for his time. He did not even stop to think this time that his good looks would most likely be invisible to the damsel in the current darkness that enveloped them, but that hardly mattered, the moonlight would glance off them, hopefully giving him a feline effect. He liked being compared to a predatory animal, even if he was the only one making said comparison, in his mind.

“Really, my lady?” He questioned, his voice in a purr. “And yet here you are, in your high tower and you haven’t left your chambers for the duration of this day. I know. I have watched you.” He nodded, after his rather stalker-ish statement and pointed a figure out the floor, significantly, as if that would explain that he had been hiding in a bush outside the castle. True enough, however, he had seen the shadows and figures of people moving around the castle by day and her form…hadn’t moved.

“Strange to think that this brother of yours doesn’t like you out of your room, does it? Or do you stay here of your own free will?” He paused, raising a hand to touch his chin for dramatic effect. “No, I don’t think you do.” He answered his own question. “No wench in her right mind would stay put in a tower all day…unless…you weren’t in your right mind.” He smirked, waving his sword around, delighted with the way that the moonlight played on the silver-colored blade. “And I’ll have you know, princess, I am of noble birth. You wouldn’t expect anything less of me, would you?

“Oh, so you swear? That’s so un-princessly of you, but that’s all right, I like a girl with fire. Tell me, how many guards were you planning to send in? Two will not nearly be enough…ten would do nicely, but fifteen would be better. Oh, and take pains to see that you send them in all at once. I’ll have none of this one-at-a-time foolery.” He tossed his sword to his left hand, catching it nimbly before he sent it back to his right. Nothing but the flashing of the moonlight and the sound of the spring steel whistling against the air betrayed his movement. That, and the gleam in his eyes and the general energy and emulated from him.

“How brave of you,” Will taunted, “if you have been so schooled to spar with a blade, then why must you bother with guards, no matter how fun I might find the exercise? If you are so…skilled, why don’t you raise your blade against mine? Why don’t you honor your teacher? I’m certain your dear brother will be so proud. You never know, he might put up stands and hold a tournament in your honor. Of course, you’ll be fighting me in it, so the whole honor packet is sort of defeated, but look on the bright side; your guards might learn a thing or two from watching your Excellency handle a blade. Come on,” He assumed the en garde position, “prove it.”

you told me that you'd wait forever
i knew that it was now or never

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word count: 550
listening to: your song by elton john -- moulin rouge version
lyrics credit: summer of '69 by bryan adams
mood: hungry and happy
notes: will was like, a brilliant idea

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[kira]

He looked kinda creepy the way he stood there. Like she was just some prey of his. Scary almost but she couldn't let those crazy idea's in her head. He was just some outlaw with a sword, he probably didn't have a proper education. He stood there grinning at her as if he was enjoying this. But honestly he had made his intension's clear. He was here to steal and she couldn't let the idiot blow her route of escape.

The fact that he had watched her during the day was even creepier and even scary compared to the way he stood and grinned there. yes he probably found this a very good joke a little weak princess, in his mind probably a push over, trying to stand up against him. If she was to believe his words then he was the most feared outlaw in England. What if he was that if he wasn't joking on that point not even lying. What if in truth everything he was saying was just something to amuse himself with and she had challenged someone, a swordsman who's skills could be greater then her own?

He continued his little stupid and very annoying rant. Nope she was pretty sure she could handle him. Just the way he behaved acting all high and mighty. She wasn't one to behave like that. She didn't want to become like that either. She was surprised when he clearly had no clue why she was up here. But when he called her a wench that was one step to far. He was seriously making her angry. But what had her teacher said about angry that it was pointless unless you outed it on the right moment. Was this the right moment? God she wished it was and that she could simply cut his head off.

"Of course i would. Because as far as i know noble men have manners and don't go climbing into towers at the middle of the night let alone treat a Lady with a sword" even if said lady knew how to defend herself. Besides there was no way that he was a noble man. The British standards couldn't have gotten that low. And yes she did swear her sister would scold at her but honestly she had build allot of frustration since he entered her room.

If he thought he could handle fifteen guards he was delusional. He had entered here five minutes ago falling and tripping over anything. "Really." she stated. Her voice clearly mocking him. "Fifteen guards at once. How are you going to do that when you can't even keep standing on your two feet." He however seemed to have gotten better at keeping balance. He threw his sword from one hand to the other.

"But why would i bother to fight. As you said that would be very unladylike of me." god she sounded like her sister now. Talking about manner and everything. When he talked about her teacher he had touched one subject that was nothing of his business. If anything was his business anyway. Now she was really angry. "Don't you dare speak of my teacher." she wanted to add a whole list of colorful adjectives and curse words to that. But she let it be. "Or about my family for that matter." Her voice was low cold and harsh at those two sentences.

She kept her sword steady in her hands but she just really felt like she should be fighting this man in stead of talking to him. But if he tried to cross the door her path to freedom would be over and if she'd fight him someone would hear them right. He took a classical stance. Her breaths stayed calm but she knew somehow that she shouldn't have let it come this far. She was scolding at herself even though she really wanted to kick his but.