Porter made his way down the streets calmly, but swiftly. As much as he enjoyed the busy streets outside the castle grounds, he didn't want to be gone for too long. If they realized he was outside the grounds, the royals or guards would confront him, and if there was one thing Porter was bad at, it was lying.
"No, it's alright. I'll take a small nap before it and I should be fine." She shoveled more of her food into her face before asking, "Who are the other royals who are coming? Anyone I would know?"
Alex quietly closed the door behind them. "Apparently my "prince" is coming, but I think I can rule the kingdom without one." She groaned at the thought. "I think it's going to be a pain though and I still need a suitable dress to at least hide a weapon in." She complained and sat on the bed. "Do how did it go?" She asked
Ophelia ran out to the stables, Porter was nowhere to be seen, Ophelia pulled a piece of paper out of her satchel, she wrote him a note
*Porter,
I am going to attend that ball tonight, but I need your help. Meet here in the afternoon.
-Ophelia*
Alexandra cringed at the thought of being forced to have a prince. "I agree with you. And don't worry, you can borrow a dress from me." She winked. "If you're referring to last night," she sighed. "He struggled all right, it was more challenging than usual, but a few wrong steps and he got a dagger to the gut." She shrugged, continuing to eat. "If I'm being honest the hardest part was riding back here at that ungodly hour of the morning."
He searched through the leather bag, finding it now empty. Porter nodded to himself and fast walked back to the stables, which stood near the edge of the castle grounds.
Alex snickered. "You think I can change into my suit of armor after the dance? I can't stand being those awful god high heels. I mean how do people even walk in those things." She commented. "Maybe Father might let me wear the thing the entire dance." She wished.
Porter heard one of the horses whinny as he approached the stables. A small piece of paper was sitting on the wall by Domino's stall. He picked it up and mumbled the words as he read it. "Porter, I am going to attend the ball tonight, but I need your help. Meet here in the afternoon. Ophelia." Why she would want him of all people to help, was a mystery. He folded the note neatly and stuffed it in his pocket, planning on returning the leather bag to Ophelia when she came by the stables this afternoon.
"I wish," she laughed. After a second she finished her breakfast. "I would wear this to the dance if I could, but it would raise too much suspicition." She waved her hand at the bloodstained outfit she was currently wearing. She continued to think about what she was actually going to wear.
Alex nodded her head. "That's true, maybe a simple greek or roman dress? They're pretty, easy to move in and you can hide your weapons in them. I might go for Norse though." She suggested as she tried to think of anything better. "We can wear sandals and not high heels." She added. She called for a maid to help them pick a dress.
The afternoon sun blazed in the sky as Ophelia rushed back out to the stable, Sh ewaited for porter to appear
"Yeah, they would be pretty functional. With sandals, the only problem is your feet are exposed and they're hard to run in, though aren't all dress shoes?" She got up and went to her closet, looking at a couple of the dresses. "Sorry to cut this short, but I have to take a bath before the ball, unless I want to go smelling like death and covered in sweat and blood." She smirked a little and added, "You can pick my dress for me," before going into her bathroom.
Alex nodded and sighed as she inspected the dresses. Most of them were long and some of them were short.
(Dresses:
Alex: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/607563805951380898/ That with a black leather jacket
( Do you want to chose yours?)
The afternoon sun blazed in the sky as Ophelia rushed back out to the stable, Sh ewaited for porter to appear
(he's already there)
The afternoon sun blazed in the sky as Ophelia rushed back out to the stable, Sh ewaited for porter to appear
(he's already there)
( sorry, I miss read)
"Porter!" Ophelia said looking around to make sure no one was listening, "I take it you got my message"
Porter held up the note. "I sure did." He handed her the paper and empty bag. "I don't see why you would want my help, though."
Porter held up the note. "I sure did." He handed her the paper and empty bag. "I don't see why you would want my help, though."
" I need you're help because…" she looked around again, "Women can't get into the ball without an escort…"
"Alright, fair enough." Porter chuckled. "Why do you even want to go to the ball?"
" I've always wanted to go, ever since I could remember…and now I want to seize my moment, and make my dream a reality."
"So you're chasing your dreams…" Porter trailed off, staring at seemingly nothing for a few seconds. He shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "That sounds good then; I'll go. The problem is, I have no access to a suit or formal wear of any sort."
"So you're chasing your dreams…" Porter trailed off, staring at seemingly nothing for a few seconds. He shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "That sounds good then; I'll go. The problem is, I have no access to a suit or formal wear of any sort."
" I knew you'd say that, that's why I have everything prepared," she said picking up a box she put on the ground, "It's in the box." she said holding it out towards Porter
He took the box from her and used one hand to take off the lid. "How did you get this?"
He took the box from her and used one hand to take off the lid. "How did you get this?"
Ophelia winked, "I pulled a couple string." the good thing is, it's yours to keep you don't have to give it back to me.
Porter shook his head, placing the lid back on the box. "You need to stop doing me favors. Normally I would give the suit back to you, but if I'm being honest, it's really nice." He laughed quietly. "I'm going to keep it."