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Blood, water and Fire

I suck at writing and am just putting this on here to keep track of where eveything is on the timeline. read if you want, really non-original relationship

Obsessed Knight x Princess

idk, making it up as i go along. death, horrible fight scenes and horrible descriptions of things. possible smut if i ever get the talent to write.

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She’s breathtaking…

The soldier looks down at the sleeping woman. Her golden hair sprawled over the pillow and strands over her face. He was currently in his civilian wear, his eyes grazing over her form under the sheets as she sleeps. His scarred hand reaches down to brush hair out of her face gently and he saw her face twitch lightly from the touch. The soldier smiles at her reaction and decides to take it further. His index finger traces along her jaw to her chin, lifting it up slightly before running his thumb her bottom lip. The woman moves in her sleep, bringing the sheets up to her chin and rolling over onto her side. The solider decides to leave now. He brings his hand back and runs his hands through his brown hair. But he couldn’t just leave without prying.

The soldier walks over to and opens the dresser. The countless gowns of mainly white, blue, and golds; the normal choice for a water kingdom. He runs his hands over the fabrics, soft, smooth… expensive. He looked in the box and saw jewels on silver and chains. He grabs a Brooch, a blue sapphire sphere with a silver basilisk wrapped around it. He smiles as his thumb rubs the sapphire before walking to the window. He climbs out of it and slowly, and carefully, climbs down the castle. He walks to the soldier’s shared chambers, although most of his belongings are in a satchel, he has a large day tomorrow.

Hours pass before a shorter brunette woman walks into the woman’s room. “Sosa… wake up we have to get you ready for the ceremony.” The Brunette woman shakes the blonde and yells. “Princess”

I groan before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. My hands then travel to comb my blonde hair out of my face. ”Maria…. Please more quiet.” I groan as my eyes open and adjust to the light, my eyes fixating on the brunette woman. Maria, she is my chamber maid and best friend since she we were young. Her mother, my mother’s chamber maid, raised her in the castle; We always acted like we were both princesses, and we still are. “How are you this morning Maria?” I ask looking at her. “Busy… the ceremony is happening today…. If you have forgotten.” She explains. Oh shit. Forgot about that. “No, never forgot…” I pause and clench my eyes shut trying to remember what ceremony was happening today. I heard a small breathy laugh from the woman next to me. “The knighting ceremony.” There we go, I remember now. “I know. I remember.” I lie and give her a smile. Maria rolls her eyes before ushering me out of bed. I follow her orders and watch her get out a gown and corset for me. I puff out air from my mouth before putting on a clean shift. I put on the gown Maria pulled for me, an A-line dress that went to my ankles, the skirt went from a deep blue by the bottom that gradually got lighter as it reached my waist. The skirt had a slit that goes up to my thigh with a gold trim. “Isn’t the slit a bit too high?” I ask Maria, who rolls her eyes at me before handing the corset to me. I don’t argue as I clasp the corset over my torso. Maria places her knee on my butt, and I grab onto my bed post as Maria tightens my corset. She ties the golden ribbons behind my back before dragging me to the chair in front of my vanity. I see my reflection. The corset colour matched the top on my skirt with gold coloured boning and a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves. “You know the drill. I do hair, you do makeup.” Maria says as she brushes my mid back length hair. I grab my palette and a few brushes and do subtle blue eyeshadow with a white line around my eye and flicking out lightly, I add gold lines to outline the white. “Maybe I could do your makeup as well, Maria.” “Oh I couldn’t. I’m a maid, not a princess” I roll my eyes at her response. I wait until she is done with my hair and turn around in the seat. “How long have we been friends? Twenty-Two years. You’re a sister.” I get out of the seat. “Sit.” I leave no room for arguments before practically pushing her into the seat. I did a similar look on her that I did myself before letting her hair down. I see her smile as she looks in the mirror.

A knock on my door before it opened knocked us out of our sisterly connection. An older woman walks in, ash-brown hair with a few grey parts in the front and sides. She was wearing a blue draped gown with gold and silver accents, a large gold necklace, and a large headpiece; a silver frame with a fan-like silhouette that radiates outward in peaks, resembling a sea creature’s fins or coral structures. The fans were blue with pearls around the base of the crown along with some dangling blue crystals. “Already I hope” Her deep and soft voice commented with a smile. Maria bowed and my smile grew. “My Queen” Maria uttered softly. “You look amazing mum.” “As do you. Good job Maria.” She responded and placed her hands on Maria’s shoulders. “You do not have to bow… you are part of the family. You and your mother.” The older woman declares gently. “Come now. We are needed in the great hall.” My mother announced as she turned around and glided out of the room, expecting us to follow. Maria and I follow but at our own pace, gossiping over who my knight may be, who the new Knights would be.

“Do you think Ser Isembard will be there… he was so pretty, and he looked at me” Maria questions. I laugh at her. “You can do better than someone called Isembard the Brown.” We laugh together. I see a glance from my mother letting us know we were close to the entrance and to cut the chatter and slander to the others.

As we walk, I feel my heart rate pick up; I could hear all the chatter from the large hall, there were so many people. I look down a corridor and see a soldier without his helmet on, brown hair to his shoulders, a scar running across his lips to his temple, just under his left eye. I stopped walking when my eyes tracked him. He was… something. He has a slight nose bump and half of his ear missing on the left side. Unconventionally attractive I think the word might be. I never really knew what was ‘socially attractive’. I grew up within the castle walls up until eighteen years old. And have been restricted to the kingdom walls ever since (four years has passed since my eighteenth birthday.). That man seems so… familiar. Where have I seen him before?

My thought storm had been cut short by the sound of metal clanking together and a wall of solid metal and chain mail blocked my view. “My princess… the guests are waiting.” The man stated sharply. oh great… this fucker. I look up at the man. An overconfident smirk on his lips and a sleazy gaze loudly proclaimed in his eyes. Ser Jaimeryan of the Ice…. my fucking knight. Royal pain in my ass. So cocky holier-than-gods complex.

“Ser Jaimeryan of the Ice… my apologies for keeping you waiting.” I droned. My face expressing the blank feeling I had towards him. Granted he was a good protector; it would just help if he wasn’t a total ass. “No apologies needed Princess. I know I can make people nervous. But you, my Princess, have nothing to fear. Just because of all the maidens fawning… you’ll always have first pick.” He boasts with an annoyingly large smile. I resist the urge to shiver and throw up. “let’s just go in.” I respond before walking into the hall. I walk to the end with so many eyes on me and with Jaimeryan right behind me… well the disgust just grows.

I woke up in the morning to a stench of men laughing and talking about their ‘best lay’. I sit up, Brooch still in hand, and look around. Everyone was awake and walking around.

“Come on Niclous… big day today… some of us are getting knighted and you’re one.” A gravely and stench voice reminds me. I reluctantly get out of bed. I put on my padded tunic and padded trousers before starting to put my armour on.

Whilst going through the motions of the morning, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation beside me.

“Are you kidding me… the only thing douche of ice will do is knock her up…” “Well if you were in the same position wouldn’t you… she’s got the body a whore with innocence.” “I’d like to teach her a few things.”

I knew exactly who they were speaking so freely about. Jaimeryan of the Ice being Princess Sosa’s knight. What they said bout the knight was true… but the way they spoke about Sosa makes my blood grow hot. She was no whore… and I’ll be dammed before I let anyone get away with calling her that. Unless, of course, it was me.

“Well, if it were up to me… I’d be in her every night.” I boast with confidence and fake arrogance while walking two the three men. They smiled and patted me on the back. “Could you imagine that mouth wrapped around you? Heavan, I say… Heavan.” I gripped the table and pressed my teeth together, hiding it with a disgusting smile. The fire in the fireplace seemed to grow larger and more blinding while I hear them speak. I have had just about enough of this.

“Lads, I saw a shipment of wine come in… how about we test it out?” I watch as their eyes burn yellow with greed. “Well if there is one thing I love more than whores… its wine.” I smile when I hear their reactions. I take them to the doc hidden off from the main kingdom.

“Can you imagine how much we’d have to pay for tit after we’re knighted… half of what we need to.” One of them say, their words flowing with the orange essence of gluttony as he spoke. “Now where is this wine you spoke of Nic?” I smile and unsheathe my sword. “Doesn’t matter… you won’t be having anywhere you pricks are going.” I state before sweeping my sword over them. Left to right. The first one having been cut across the neck, blood spurting from the arteries. The second above his jaw, the top half of his head lopped off and staring blankly, top row of teeth covered with blood. The last having been cut from the bottom of one eye to the top, half of the brain exposed on the bottom and top. Blood splats away from me and their trousers fill up with piss and shit. I spit down at them.

“Let it be known that whoever speaks of Sosa that way will face my blade. Whoever touches Sosa will face my blade.” I mumble as I sheath my sword back before walking away from the three bodies. A blue hot light illuminates from the bodies and in a flash. All trace was gone apart from a burnt patch on the ground.

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