Snippet #2095068

Albion was in a slight daze. Partly just from being tired, and the other from not having anything to do. He always kept himself busy before, but since the Princess was on her own, and there was no real danger anywhere there, all he could do was twiddle his thumbs.
That is, until another maid came up to him to talk. Well it was hardly a talk, more like an interrogation really. Right off the bat she asked about his scars, the one question that Albion can never get right. When he finally turned to look at her, something strange happened. Normally Albion would panic and try to think of an excuse, he might have even ran away or tried to change the subject. But, there was something about this particular maid. Albion felt, well, he couldn't explain how he felt. She was striking yet alluring, an enigma yet plain as day. Her sharp eyes and will told a story of hardship but her soft voice and etiquette told one of great fortitude and strength. Albion was so awestruck that he ended up staring for a few seconds until managing to stop himself. In all that confusion, he couldn't help but make a small mistake. "I, um, was a kind of solider you know. Battle wounds and all..."