forum A Lady In Armour // one-on-one // closed

Started November 28, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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“Don’t thank me yet,” Myrah declared as her breakfast was dropped off by one of the maids. She turned thanked them, grabbed a roll, and leaned out the window again, “Thank me once it’s done!”

“As you wish,” Olive repeated respectfully, a strand of short hair slipping out from the opening in her helmet over her eyes and mouth. A smile played on her lips, adding a note of casual relaxed-ness to her statement. Her stomach growled quietly when she saw the warm buttered roll, but she ignored it.

Myrah grabbed a second roll and held it out to Noah. She had a relaxed smile on, they were friends after all, “Would you like one?”

(Gnight :)

Olive’s eyes widened slightly. “Th-thank you, your highness. This— thank you.” She slipped a heavy gauntlet off of one hand and reached up, hardly believing her eyes, taking the roll gingerly in one hand.

(Morning!)

Myrah giggled at his reaction. It was like he had never seen bread before. She moved her empty hand back into the window, “There’s no need to thank me. We’re friends are we not?”

(Good morning, how are you?)

Olive blinked down at the bread, then back up at the Princess. “I— Y-Yeah—Sorry—“ she stammered, carefully warming her hands on the soft exterior of the roll. “Forgive me for my rude behaviour, Princess, I was just surprised. I’ve never been— befriended by a person of a higher class, I was just surprised. Thank you.”

(Good, how about you?)

Myrah let out a relaxed laugh. She smiled down at Noah, “Please, you can just call me Myrah. I’m glad to be your friend no matter the class difference. So don’t be so shocked if this happens again.”

(Not great, tbh)

Olive exhaled slowly, a smile spreading across her face. “Thank you Pri— Myrah. Thank you. I am happy to be your friend as well.”
Oh my god, the Princess wants to be my friend.

She took a tentative bite of the warm roll, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

Myrah nodded practically beaming at her new friend. She didn’t have many friends these days, everyone was to busy doing this or that, “You’re welcome! I’m thrilled to be friends with you!”

Myrah’s grin was infectious, and Olive quickly caught it. “That’s a first. Thank you, Pri—— Myrah.” She took another bite of the delicious roll.

Myrah nodded as a form of gratitude, just as one of the maids entered the room. She sighed before grinning again at Noah, “I must go now, but I’ll be back soon.”

She walked away from the window and to the maid who was there to assist her in getting ready for the day.

Olive watched her go, turning away and straightening her back to assume proper guard position.
What just happened? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she definitely wasn’t upset as she finished off her roll and put her gauntlets back on. The Princess— my friend?

Inhaling deeply, she pushed the smile off her face and resumed a stoic, unfeeling expression. Focus, goddammit.

Myrah watched as the maid pulled put one of Myrah’s better dresses. She let out a soft sigh, “Another one?”

The maid nodded and began to tie the corset and Myrah’s waist, “Yes your highness. Your majestys want you on your best behavior today.”

Myrah made a sour face, she thought she had made it clear she wasn’t interested in getting married on there accords. Clearly it hadn’t gotten through yet.

You have priorities. Making sure no one figures out your identity is first. Then, checking in on Ophelia. Then keeping loyal to knighthood. If someone finds you talking to the Princess instead of guarding her.. you’re finished.

Olive didn’t let her facial expression change, but in the inside her stomach was twisting uncomfortably. If she was discharged, they would look further into her background and find out about her. And then they’d burn her at the stake.

A few minutes, and an argument, later Myrah was in the dress ready to go. It was a lovely lilac color in both bodice and upper skirt layer as it quickly went to a pastel pink ribboning along a curved edge before flaring out with a cream color. Her golden hair was up in a braided bun, and her face was plastered with cosmetics. Too much if you asked Myrah, the maid escorted her from the room the clacking of her heels echoed as they walked to the throne room.

Olive stood perfectly still for a long time as always, eyes staring straight ahead until the sun creeped higher in the sky. Eventually, she heard footsteps and another guard stopped in front of her, saluting with his hand over his heart before taking her position. Olive returned the salute and turned sharply, walking in measured steps to her next posterior of the day.

Myrah was eating lunch with her suiter. She found him uptight, spoiled, and an utter pain to be around. No, she doesn’t care about how much money your family has. Or how ‘all the other girls would love to be me.’ Yet the princess had a smile on her face as she thought of all the different ways to get him out of here.

Olive took up her post by the servant’s entrance, staying perfectly still and alert. Not once did she allow her mind to wander, but maintained an observant, hawk-eyed stance, sweeping the scene around her. Nothing particularly eventful was happening, which was both good and bad. It meant that there was no imminent danger, but it also meant that this was just another three hours of not moving.

Myrah excused herself from the stuck up prince and took a walk through the palace. She found herself near the servant's entrance. Her eyes spotted Noah and she made her way over, "Hello."

Olive’s eyes flickered sideways, widening slightly in surprise. She made no indication that she had seen or heard the Princess other than offer a smile and a whispered greeting, afraid of being seen. She was not going to jeapordize her job for one conversation.

Myrah opened her mouth to an 'o', "Right you can't talk to people while on duty." She walked away with a wave, "We can talk later then! Bye Noah!"

“Wait—“ Olive had turned before she could stop herself. “I get off guard duty for an afternoon break in five minutes. Could you wait for me?”

Myrah smiled happily and her eyes brightened up. She gave a quick nod, "Yeah I can definitely do that!"

Olive beamed at the Princess, but as soon as she realized what she was doing, the stoic expression crashed down over her face like a pair of floodgates. She resumed her position, speaking out of the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, Princ— Myrah.”