05-12-2018, 10:39 AM
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she'd resided in the capital itself for a little over a year; in the country itself for a few more. you'd think she would be able to recognize more people, but in truth, bianca was shit with faces and names. unless you were consistently relevant, odds were, the blonde wouldn't remember you long. in all her life, there'd been four people she'd never forget - her brother, kendrick, khalid, and the man who'd kept her prisoner for twenty years. she was pretty sure she'd always remember fredrick, but honestly, she'd never really had a chance to forget the sovereign. only time would tell if she would.
she'd been walking, on her way home, when she spotted the men interacting. she didn't want to be nosy, she really didn't, but she was. rather than standing to the side and eavesdropping. the blonde bit her lip, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she inched closer, features neutral as ever, which was really as friendly as she tended to get. dark eyes observed the man, taking in the little details, before shifting to fredrick, then right back to the man. she was curious, but naturally wary - her form was covered in scars marring every inch of her skin that said she had damn good reason to be wary of someone she didn't know. but it wasn't for herself, her nerves were for the older man in front of her in truth.
she'd resided in the capital itself for a little over a year; in the country itself for a few more. you'd think she would be able to recognize more people, but in truth, bianca was shit with faces and names. unless you were consistently relevant, odds were, the blonde wouldn't remember you long. in all her life, there'd been four people she'd never forget - her brother, kendrick, khalid, and the man who'd kept her prisoner for twenty years. she was pretty sure she'd always remember fredrick, but honestly, she'd never really had a chance to forget the sovereign. only time would tell if she would.
she'd been walking, on her way home, when she spotted the men interacting. she didn't want to be nosy, she really didn't, but she was. rather than standing to the side and eavesdropping. the blonde bit her lip, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she inched closer, features neutral as ever, which was really as friendly as she tended to get. dark eyes observed the man, taking in the little details, before shifting to fredrick, then right back to the man. she was curious, but naturally wary - her form was covered in scars marring every inch of her skin that said she had damn good reason to be wary of someone she didn't know. but it wasn't for herself, her nerves were for the older man in front of her in truth.