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"Protect her majesty and little lady! Either that or die trying!" Yelled one of the head guards who surrounded Alarice, and Amarante, her younger sister. Alarice brought Amarante closer to her, knowing the child eyes were full of terror for her sister, and of the people were now storming the castle. Why now? Did they hate her family so horribly that they wished not to have another one take the throne? Did they despise them so much because there Mother was due demonic birth that they'd harm a child that isn't even twelve yet? Monsters! They claim that Alarice was, but she wasn't! They were! A familiar fierceness enveloped Alarice fine features, revealing her regal way, the one thing that could stop a crowd. Would it?
Amarante tugged her sister sleeve, Alarice looked down at the youngling, noticing that it was more then just fear in her eyes "Big Sister, I don't understand. Why do the guards...we're...monsters, are we not? I am scared, what did we do wrong? They say such cruel things, I just, don't understand Alarice, do you?" She asked, in the soft and sweet voice that terrified those that listened. It was always the thought that this girl was so delicate, divine and sweet, yet she was different, the voice was hypnotic. Alarice looked at her sister, as the guards moved them along "No, we are not. Things happen, and people get scared of those things that happen at times, we are not bad. We only try to do what is right, we are never bad unless we purposely hurt someone." She told the girl, and looked to the guards. Tinkle tinkle...came a sound, a sound that meant something, her Mother had described it as a sense, that Alarice had with people she cared for. This sound brought the image of her best friend, Lady Dalinda of Julis (the next kingdom over from her own)
 Tatti-desu · Sat Nov 07, 2009 @ 04:13pm · 0 Comments |
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