Soaping with Andi
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Thread Topic: Soaping with Andi
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(what no you're older than me and better at life I cannot be your senpai are you on drugs
Well Hywel is pronounced High-well)
After a few hours of cleaning the cottage out of boredom, Octavia realized that Henry should have been back by then. Worried, she went to stand on the small porch of the cabin, well aware that she was disobeying orders. Her hair sat in a braided crown on her head, the bottom half rippling over her shoulders. She had found an old comb and fixed it, as well as dusting off her clothes and picking out the briers from the ride.
Octavia stood on the porch in the dim light for a long while before she heard hoof beats. A shout left her mouth, calling out to whom she thought was her knight and her parents. "Henry! Mama, Papa!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Octavia realized her mistake- There was only one horse, while there should have been at least two, most likely three. She stood frozen before a bit of sense crowded into her mind, and the darted back into the small house, slamming the door shut behind her. She did up the latch, and, knowing good and well it wouldn't hold, hid in the small bedroom off to her right. At least, she imagined that, as some point, it had been a bedroom. It housed an old, rotting bed frame, a decaying skeleton of a crib, and a small mirror hanging on a nail in the wall. Octavia sunk down next to the bed frame, on the side opposite of the door, hoping it would hide her well. -
(Wait how old are you? I'm sixteen and officially 6 months old as of today. Also don't laugh at me I'm bad at horse terminology)
He hadn't seen the cabin as he rode through the trees, just a recently trampled path that he hoped would lead him to some royal refugees. But as soon as the shout, instantly recognizable as that of a young woman, echoed through the forest, he raced toward where he assumed it's source would be, hoping that he would arrive before she was gone. As his horse came into the clearing that contained the cabin, he was amazed and frustrated that he hadn't noticed it before. Was his technique becoming sloppy? The door was shut, but he figured that, based on the age of the structure, it wouldn't be difficult to get inside. He scrutinized the little lodge as he made his horse trot around it, then stopped once again at the door, dismounting and going to pry it open.
He wasn't strong enough to force the door open, no matter how much he tried. Sir Denman would've been able to, why hadn't they sent him instead? Eventually Rowan gave up and jumped off the porch, heading around to one of the cabin's windows. He managed to break it open and climb in, his entry made known by the crunching of the glass as he stepped across the shattered bits. With a quick glance around the room, he realized that the princess was present and alone. She was probably the first person to use the cabin in years. She was probably sitting in the other room, terrified.
He walked over to the entryway of the small bedroom, and peeked inside. -
(I read that as I am officially six months old today xD
I'll be fifteen May 30th.
Bruh I grew up around horses I know this stuff
and you got it right trot is the word)
When someone started struggling with the door, Octavia pulled her knees to her chest, waiting. After a couple minutes, no one came in to attack her, though, and she started to stand. Before she could, the window in the main part of the cabin was shattered. Her eyes widened, and she held back a small noise of terror, surprised by how cliche-weak she was. After all those years of being taught to protect herself, she didn't even have a weapon.
The mirror.
With the sound of footsteps crunching on glass, she took the mirror down, stepped on it with her booted heel, and took the biggest shard in her hand, ignoring the way it cut into her skin. The young princess pressed her back against the wall to the right of the doorway, waiting. When a head of brown hair peeked in, she moved, and missed the man's side she had been aiming for completely. Instead, she lodged the piece of glass in his arm with a small, barbaric scream. -
(Wait you're 14 what
w h a t)
He swore loudly and reached out with his uninjured arm, managing to grab her braid. Not thinking, he pulled her toward himself and grabbed her around her torso, pushing her up against the cabin wall. Moving his hand around so it was firmly pressed against her back, he reached for both of her hands, planning to bind them tightly. "You'll make things worse if you struggle. I don't want to hurt you, I'm just following orders."
He found himself in an awkward position as he realized he couldn't reach for the rope secured at his waist. He pushed his shoulder up against her as he went to reach for it, feeling pretty awkward. He would've apologized over and over if it wouldn't have ruined the mood he had going for the kidnapping. -
(whispers I'm not fourteen
I'm almost fifteen
g o s h)
The princess struggled for a moment, but stopped, nodding weakly. She knew that if she couldn't win, it was better to just comply instead of getting herself hurt worse. This man was a bit taller than her, and much broader, and probably older and stronger. She bit her lip, trying to figure out what exactly what he wanted her for. Staying still, she started talking. It was lucky that they spoke the same language, Octavia had never done well in others.
"I-I.. May I know where exactly you're taking me? And why exactly? Do you know who I am? Obviously, you're a knight. Not from Areation, though, are you? I can tell. You're a bit shorter than most of the men here." She realized she was trailing, and snapped her mouth shut, watching him with one eye closed. "Also, you're holding my wrists too tightly. They'll bruise," Octavia complained.
(oh yes the kingdom is Areation btw) -
(You're so young and tiny)
He sighed. "I'm Sir Rowan Ankeren from the Kingdom Westaria. Our king thought you... Sorry." He loosened his grip, though not enough for her to struggle free. He bound her wrists behind her back then hesitantly scooted back from her. "Trust me, it's better to come with me than fight me." In the situation that she did fight back, he was prepared. His years of military training were at least equal to her, and he had the dirty fighting of a commoner on his side. -
(NO STOP
LOOK I AM A GROWN WOMAN SEE? SEE?)
She nodded, falling silent for a moment, looking him over. "Do you.. Do you know if my parents are still holding the castle? Or, rather.. Are they alive?" Octavia's voice broke with the last word. Honestly, she didn't want to go anywhere with this man, regardless or not of if he wouldn't hurt her as long as she didn't struggle.
Octavia sighed, pushing herself off the wall. She focused on the part of his arm that was bleeding from the glass. "As you know, I'm Princess Octavia Hywel, sole heir to the throne, et cetera. You should get wrap your arm. Sorry about that. Not really, though. I meant to do you worse." -
"I don't, sorry. I'm sure they were your guards' top priority, though." He glanced at his arm. "I will as soon as we get back. You aren't hurt, are you?" Rowan reached out and grabbed her shoulder, but in a more gentle way than he had before, and turned her until he could grasp her bound wrists. He started to lead her out towards the door.
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"Can you find out for me?" Octavia was in no position to be asking favors, but she did it anyways, walking forward without any struggle. "I'm not. But you are. Oh, a horse. Look, I don't ride horses that aren't my own. And for some reason, your horse is much taller than my own. And the teeth are bigger." Octavia really did hate being around animals she didn't know, and began to step back at the sight of the creature.
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"I'll do my best. And yeah, that's just Shortbread. Kind of an ironic name, given how tall he is, but he's just a big oaf. And he means well, he won't hurt you." With that, he reached around her waist and hoisted her up onto his steed, then climbed up after her. With that, they were off through the woods, Rowan constantly watching for the rest of his team.
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The princess made a noise of protest at being lifted up, panicking at the fact that she couldn't hold on until Rowan climbed up behind her. Although she knew how to ride with only her legs, she felt rather nervous on a horse that wasn't her own. It didn't help that Shortbread was broader than her own horse, Felicia. The skirt she was wearing was made especially for riding, but the way she had been lifted up, it was tangled ungracefully around her thighs. "If you don't mind fixing my skirt? And maybe tying my hands in front of me so that I can hold onto his mane?"
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(thank you for that rad reference)
"Ugh, fine. But if you try to run, the rest of the knights will make sure neither of us can." He untied her wrists to let her fix her skirt, then reached around her torso and tied her hands again. "Really, princess, I'm sorry," he murmured, his breath warm against her shoulder. (okay now here it is) With that, they were off through the woods, Rowan constantly watching for the rest of his team. -
(welcome)
Octavia had to do a lot of shifting around to fix her skirt, and then obediently let him bind her wrists again. She threaded her fingers through the horse's mane, relaxing now. Though she didn't like nor trust Rowan, she leaned her back against his chest when she began to grow sleepy, having been up all night. When they finally got into the part of the forest she recognized, her eyes drifted shut, and she dozed off for a few minutes, before snapping away to the sound of horses. Instead of seeing Rowan's friends like she had expected, the boy who had came to deliver the message of the attack was riding toward them, sword out. Octavia realized, though, that there was no way he would get the man without harming her. It was most likely a bluff, trying to get him to panic. -
(wow octavia, you're useless. also why did i name the horse shortbread omfg pine u fool)
Rowan frowned, then made Shortbread take a different route to avoid the attacker altogether. Despite his size, he was pretty fast, and eventually they managed to escape confronting the boy who had chased them. As the horse slowed, they heard a loud shout coming from their right. "Ankeren! You find the princess yet?"
Rowan sighed. "Again, so sorry," he breathed in her ear, a hint of annoyance in his tone. A group of five or six other knights gradually met up with them, most speaking as if the princess weren't actually right in front of them. Sir Harkwell rode up, pressing close to Shortbread.
"Hey there, princess. Next time you should ride with me. My stallion's a lot better than what that peasant boy's got." he purred, pausing for a moment to give Rowan a rude smirk. "Or you could just ride me."
Denman rode up next to him as Rowan fell a bit behind. Fortunately, it was dark enough that no one would be able to see the angry blush that'd spread across his cheeks. He didn't bother to listen in on the other knights, but he figured it was something along the lines of Denman suggesting that Harkwell change his sinful ways. -
(she is a princess wtf do you want her to do be a ninja?
because shortbread)
"Or you could watch your mouth before someone puts a sword in it," Octavia shot back, now fully aware that she was surrounded by men. Only being slightly familiar with Rowan, she hoped she'd be able to stay close to him. "And, anyways, Shortbread is a very good horse. I like him just fine," She insisted, watching as the man who had weakly tried to save her ride by, nodding towards the direction of the castle. He'd try to get help. Good, she hummed. The fool wouldn't try to attack them and get taken down by the men. Oh, how she wished Henry were here.. There were more pressing matters, though,
"Hn. Excuse me, may I slip off to go- ..Hn. Well, I need to relieve myself," Octavia clarified, shifting in her seat a bit.
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