Soaping with Andi
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Thread Topic: Soaping with Andi
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"Well, we were in a relationship, just not an intimate one," She huffed, but smiled when he took her hand in the crowded hallway, though she knew it was more to keep an eye on her than a friendly gesture. Still, she could pretend. Octavia listened closely to his words, and spoke as soon as he stopped.
"Oh. Winsell Village? It sounds like a small place. A small, cozy place, actually. Before now, I've only ever been out of my own city twice. Once, on a trip with my father and mother, and once with my mother when she lost the child she tried to have after me.. It wasn't more than a year after that when a man tried to kill me, and since then, I haven't been allowed to go anywhere." She huffed a bit, pouting even. "I mean, I ride at night. But I can't leave the city. And I can't go out during the day. And if I ever go anywhere, Henry has to be at my side... Which is part of the reason Samuel and I never did more than kiss. That was his name, you know. Samuel Bleonth. He was from a noble family. Not a really known one, but he was a good man. Have you tried to get word about my parents yet?" -
"I've been with you since we arrived, Princess. Wait by the door," he told her. Rowan stepped into the kitchen, which was mostly dark. Despite the late hour, a few servants were making bread for the next day. He sauntered over to one, the shortest in the group, and leaned next to her, against the table.
"Fiona," he purred, smiling at her. She looked up at him, a bright smile on her face. She seemed to mostly forget the task at hand, her fingers kneading the dough weakly as she focused on him.
"Hey Rowan," she replied sweetly. One of his hands slid up and cupped her cheek, then he leaned in to gently kiss her. She kissed back, seeming to want more than what he was willing to give at the time. After a moment, he pulled away, moving to whisper into her ear. It was likely a combination of intimate complements and innocent requests. Fiona giggled and wiped her hands on her apron, then went to grab something for the two of them to eat. Holding the food in his hands a few minutes later, Rowan thanked her politely and suggested quietly that they meet up in private sometime, at a similar hour. Then he headed back out to Princess Octavia. -
(Oh well now Octavia's angry watch her be a little butt)
Of course, the princess did as she was told. For a total of five seconds anyways. After that, her head peaked around the corner, and she pulled back, completely and totally shocked. Of course, Rowan was attractive. But, really, he could have just said that he was already spoken for, and she would have left him alone completely. Now, though, she had became a bit attached to him, and couldn't stop the flare of red jealousy that lit up her cheeks. When Rowan returned, she looked him over, mumbling a soft, "I'm not hungry after all. I'm going to go lay down."
Without waiting for him, she started back down the hall, pushing through the people crowding there. When she got to the stair well, she actually ran up it, not waiting for Rowan at all. Why, exactly, was she so angry? He wasn't her's, after all. But it felt odd that he wouldn't have mentioned having a lover, after Octavia herself had been so openly obvious with him.
Octavia thought she knew how to get back to her room, but was horribly wrong in assuming that. Somehow, she ended up on the other side of the castle, wondering the halls, staying silent for fear of getting caught.
(Harkwellllll) -
Rowan ran after her, expecting that she knew her way back. "Octavia!" he shouted, causing people to stare as he passed. He took the stairs two at a time, and reached her room after a few moments, panting a bit. Looking around, he realized that the princess was nowhere to be found. Ugh, this was what he got for letting her out of his sight. He raced out of the room and back downstairs, hoping someone saw her and could help.
Meanwhile, a certain Sir Harkwell strolled about the castle, headed back to his room after spending some time with his favorite of the servants. Distracted by memories of her, he almost didn't hear the scuffling of feet in an otherwise silent hallway. -
After realizing that there was absolutely no way she would be able to find her room without help, Octavia slid down against the wall, letting her thighs come in contact with the plush carpet as her skirt rolled up. This time, she wasn't doing it on purpose, but was much too lazy to pull it down. She lowered her face into her hands, sobbing softly. Part of it was Rowan's fault, but not really. For all she knew, her parents were dead, as was Henry, and everyone else she knew in the castle. And she, Princess Octavia Vey Hywel, was sitting in the hall of the castle she was being kept prisoner in, sobbing because a cute boy was more interested in a servant than her.
Oh, wasn't she pitiful. -
Rowan asked around, gesturing dramatically as he described Octavia. Eventually, one maid told him that she'd seen the princess running down a specific hallway. Thinking of the possible routes she could've taken from there, the knight raced down the corridor to save his princess.
Harkwell stopped, listening to the sobbing. It was quiet enough, but stood out to him, mostly because it was the only noise around. He followed the sound and eventually found the princess, her dress hiked up to an indecent level as she pitied herself. These didn't sound like the tears of mourning, but perhaps those anger and regret. He knelt down next to her, pulling out a handkerchief. "Princess Octavia, are you alright?" -
Octavia didn't notice Harkwell until he was right next to her. She took the handkerchief, though, using it to brush away her tears, even though they kept coming. Deciding it was useless, she sat the cloth aside, taking a couple deep, trembling breaths. "I-I'm alright, I think," She lied, skilfully keeping her voice level. "Thank you. Do you, by chance, know how to get back to my room? It's the one that looks over the garden," Octavia explained, standing shakily, balancing on the wall.
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Rowan turned a corner, reaching complete silence. He paused to listen, and swore he could hear a voice coming from the other direction. Was that...? It couldn't be. He turned and headed toward the voice, even more worried now.
"Yes, of course, Princess," the blonde replied, helping her to her feet. He had a way of doing this, really. He would appear soft, gentle, and passionately concerned, then become none of those things as soon as he got what he wanted. He figured he would, very soon. "Come with me." -
Octavia leaned against his arm, a little more than she should have, probably, recalling what Rowan had warned her of concerning Harkwell. She had a moment of hesitation, but then nodded. "Lead the way." If he did try anything, she would scream. Octavia was a very loud person, partly from practicing speeches since she was old enough to read. The princess assumed that, if anything were to happen, someone would come to her aid. She hoped, at least.
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Rowan ran faster, knowing for sure now that it was Harkwell. And if he was lucky, Octavia. He rounded another corner, freezing at the scene in front of him. In one fluid motion, his fellow knight had pushed the princess up against the corridor wall. Though his hands were pinning her down, their placement suggested that they'd soon be doing very different things.
"Octavia!" he called, rushing over to pry Harkwell off of her. -
Instead of calling for help like she had planned, Octavia froze. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. Hell, she couldn't breath. The scream she had been planning on releasing caught in her throat. Of course, Rowan showing up seemed to snap her out of it. She was wearing her riding boots again, and brought her heel down on Harkwell's foot, twice in quick procession. Then, her knee went up, making contact with his groin. In what she hoped was a moment of extreme confusion and pain for him, Octavia attempted to dunk under his arm.
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He watched, relieved, as she ducked out from under Harkwell and made her way out of his reach. Part of him, though, was also very concerned as he turned his gaze directly to her. "Please, never do that again."
Since the other knight had slowly sunk to the ground in agony, Rowan wasn't sure how much he was listening. He spoke anyway. "What the hell, Eugene?"
Harkwell smirked, even though he was in a fair amount of pain. "Wait until the king finds out that you lost the princess," he said.
Rowan raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell the king who was the cause for him sending away his wife's favorite servant." He gently reached for Octavia's hand, hoping she would leave with him and without much protest. It was better to leave now, anyway, while Harkwell was deciding what information was worth giving up. -
"I wont," She assured him, giving one last look to Harkwell. Octavia hesitated at Rowan's hand, but them remembered what had started all this in the first place. Another wave of heated anger kissed her cheeks, and she spun, walking slowly down the hall, waiting for Rowan to follow her. She wasn't going to hold his hand, nope. The princess wondered around, ignoring Rowan, though staying where he could follow her. This time, she found her room easily enough, and darted into the bathroom. Octavia stripped off her clothing, and slipped into the water, dunking under it to wet her hair. She kept her eyes away from the door, half hoping Rowan would follow her, but knowing he wouldn't.
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Suddenly realizing why she was angry, he followed behind her, never getting close enough to make her angrier. This time, she managed to get back to her room, something that he was grateful for. He waited outside for a moment, then opened the door and walked into the room. He felt a brief pang of panic at the realization that the princess was just in the bathroom, knowing that he'd have to explain. Rowan slowly walked over to the bathroom, then stood in the doorway, not looking at the princess.
"Look, I said you could trust me, so I should be honest with you. Let me explain." -
"How about you don't speak to me? I like that option better," She snapped, turning so that her back was to him. Her shoulders were stiff, and Octavia knew she was spun up too tight to hold a conversation, especially with Rowan. She honestly didn't want to hear him speak, or even look at him.
The princess climbed out of the water, shook her hair out, and, without bothering to dress, went to hide under the covers to mope.
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