12-11-2018, 11:16 PM
―――― People. So many people. So many unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar scents, all of which wished her harm, all of which would easily have her killed so long as they had the word of permission from their leader. She felt her bottom lip quiver, a squeak in her throat that voiced even despite her best efforts to keep her sobs at a very minimum. Yet, it was no use. The faces were a blur around her, the voices much the same. The Niece of Buckingham that was all she was. A piece in a game, an upperhand, a way to hurt her uncle. Tears ran down her cheeks, and the wave of fear that crushed the breath from her lungs, moreso as the large form of the Pitt's Ardent made his way into her vision. A lion? A lion. Dear gods above a lion. A whimper passed her lips as she pressed her chin into the ground, as if wishing she could disappear, just disappear, disappear, disappear... It almost became a silent prayer in her head. Yet, there was no answer to her prayer, only a quavering of her little body as she shook her head, as if silently pleading. "Please... Please don't hurt me," her voice whispered out into the air, almost completely drowned out by her own shaky breathing. How could she even begin to explain the complexities of her relationship with her Uncle? That he hadn't even known she had existed, or that he had a brother until she had shown up at the border? That she had only really known him for a few weeks at best? "I-i'll... I'll tell you whatever you want! Just please.. No.. No..."
[glow=white,2,300]I may be quiet [/glow]