Tales Of The Royals » Places

         She paused hearing the males cold and yet mocking voice. She wasn't sure what this males single intentions were but, just like the rest of the troops, she did not trust him. She pushed a bit of her smooth hair out of her face and released a small sigh. At moments like this on her home planet, she would turn to the sun and close her eyes hoping to find enlightenment in it's warmth. Now, she could only remember what the warming lights felt like. In her dreams, she could still feel it's wonderful love. She wondered how long it would be before she could feel it again.

"If you could call it a "good" one." She mumbled slightly. In the void, it truly was difficult what was morning and what was just darkness. Everything out here was nothing like what a human was meant to be put through. But what could she possibly do about it when this man was literally down her neck. She sighed slightly half listening to the male. "Yes well, Ryker was it? If those are your terms then i suppose there is nothing more i can do about it now can i?" She said while shivering slightly from lack of heat. "And it's Viola. As you said i am not a princess so no need for formalities. Ms. isn't a requirement."

         How long would it be until the nightmare was finally over? It felt as though a eternity had passed in mealy one night. The dreams seemed to get deeper and deeper into oblivion. Was this insanity sneaking up on her? No. Perhaps something worse was upon her. Could it possibly be fear or just grief. Loneliness or pure boredom. All the possible emotions she could express the situation she had been in for not too long couldn't possibly be enough. She began to look around the steel coated room she was placed in. It's very appearance was bleak. Almost as if they intended to send her to a state of insanity. But she could not complain. Sadly, if she had the choice, she would prefer this place over the place that was beyond it.

Space. Nothing but pure cold and eternal emptiness. With no sure end in sight, it was truly a ensured death and burial. Just the thought made her shiver. So die in a empty dark freezer. It was as if her three worst nightmares had joined forces to imprison her. It was truly cruel and yet amazing. She sighed slightly while holding her head. How could it possibly be amazing beyond the point of the only pure thing in this universe. The sun. Sure she couldn't see it's beauty as well as she could when she was at home but everyday she feels as though her connection with it was fading. There were no sun shrines here unlike at her home. Her faith in the beautiful orb was still as strong especially now.

She paused slightly then look towards the opening of the cell. Now was about the time that he would be coming. She had no opinion of him nor did she have a reason to. She did not know of this male and did not know about him. Was it false to think he was pure evil? Of course not. She could since it in her mind that her cruelness was quite fair.

         ”...all the birdies are singing happily. But don’t you also think that they will look prettier if they stay still?” floated out Seraphine’s under-the-breath melody, a certain bitterness lacing the words. On any normal day, had she been back in her rightful kingdom and in her rightful home, this particular princess would have been swiftly reprimanded for indulging in such a frivolous habit, a worn copy on the topic of the basic lessons of etiquette scornfully dropped into her lap. On any normal day, the doll-esque girl would have then allowed for an exasperated sigh to escape its confines, before, with gentle precision, lifting the front cover to reveal the ancient words already ingrained and hardwired into the front of her memory. On any normal day, as those golden rays stretched further across the gray-slatted floor and deepened their color, Seraphine would have casted a longing flicker over to her closed notebook, the leatherbound front mourning her absence.

However..this was not a normal day. No longer was she secluded away in the stone-built room designated as her own, as her prison. No longer was she in the Fearian kingdom, the tantalizing rolls of the cerulean sea alighting a yearning within her core. No no, far from it. Currently, at this moment in time, Seraphine was stationed aboard the Xexian Space Station in order to be protected from god only knows what, the tiny room far from displaying her status. However..it wasn’t like she could really complain. After all, despite the ‘prison’ guard that would occasionally make his rounds, Serrah was free here. At least mother isn’t present...or even worse, Troma. My my..she would have a fit if she caught me singing! Even worse, if she caught me drawing! mused her gleeful inner whisper, the outward pull of such emotion causing her to squirm ever-so-slightly on the mattress.

Such emotions, unfortunately, much like any other event or time in history, were rapidly fleeing. In fact, Seraphine felt him before she heard him.. her guard that was hastily closing the distance between her cell and his location. A familiar dread settled into the pit of her stomach as expectation of what was next to come made itself known. His thoughts. ’Silver spoon’ huh? Well.. I wouldn’t exactly call it that… but still-! was her mulling, an inward wince given at the tangible distaste and animosity stowed away within the young man's thoughts. Not even wanting to turn around, Serrah merely gave a soft sigh as his footsteps halted in front of her door, the usual demands, each syllable filled with disdain, ringing out. Tearing away a moment of time to collect, and restrain the silver-laced words bubbling up on her tongue, Serrah casted Richard a glance over her shoulder.

Mouth opening, the princess couldn’t quite gather her words nor summon her voice. The reason? She was stunned. Despite having constantly seen other’s auras since her birth, every single one still continued to mystify and entrance her.. this guard was no different than the others. However..his was swirling with hues of dull colors, the sign of hostility. A second past before another couple followed in pursuit, the Fearian heiress still dumbfounded. My god.. pull yourself together, Seraphine! hissed out her conscious, not-so-subtle, annoyance. With a hasty series of blinking and the narrowing of her mauve-hued orbs, a response was finally given life. "Well, yes I would assume the basic “necessities” of life would be provided… considering I am human and alive, after all. As for my desire? Hm.. well I would adore being moved to a more pleasurable and adequate room. I would also adore if I, as well as the other nobles here, were to be released to return home. However.. I highly doubt you could provide and fulfill either request. So yes, why not? A tea party would be lovely” bite out her response, a certain snarky and sarcastic tone colouring the words. After all, his thoughts and negative energy had struck with the the ailment of a terrible pang in her head, something of which she didn’t take too kindly to.. it was only natural for Serrah to be snippy.

         Taran awoke early that morning as was his habit. 0500. He barely ever slept to begin with, so now days most of his time was devoted to guarding the Princess's cell. After a groan of misery, he rolled out of his bed and began his morning ritual. Make his bed, change clothes, go on a 30 minute run around the deck , before a 30 minute weightlifting session. He hated both running and lifting weights, but he knew that if he slacked off, then he would not pass the standard physical fitness test next month. Once finished, he took a shower, dressed in his duty uniform, and filled his day bag before going to get his breakfast. Grabbing two trays, he opted out of eating at the dining hall and instead, carried the trays straight to the door he would spend the rest of the day sitting in front of.

Assuming that the princess was still sleeping, he silently slid the tray through the slot at the bottom of the door. He nodded to the guard who watched the door while Taran slept, signaling that he could leave, and sat on a provided chair directly across the hallway from the door. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was 0630. He was a bit early, but it did not matter to him. He pulled a book from the bag, and propped it on his knee before taking his knife from his belt and cut up a fruit he grabbed while he started to read. This particular book was titled: A History on the Tyranian Empire. Ever since he began guarding the princess, he developed an interest in her people. Along with this, he also brought Tyranian Customs and Culture, Tyranian Military History and Tactics, along with a Tyranian fictional novel, Art collection, and Poetry. Nothing about it was particularly fascinating to him, but it was different enough to his own culture, so he read on, listening to the room he faced, awaiting for the girl to awaken.