Nyx could honestly say that she did not believe in love. That sort of implied that she had also never been in love, but she usually felt the need to clarify that point. Love was fictitious, it was something that weak people relied on for some sense of comfort or stability. Though she supposed if she had to be in love with someone, or fall in love with someone, she wouldn't mind falling for Adam. Anyways, she supposed that answer probably should have been maybe Richard- even if she wasn't one of his suitors, he was still a prince-, but she just didn't feel it with him. Sure, he was attractive, and probably really easy for naive girls to fall in love with, but she couldn't really get past how he was the brother of someone who she considered her friend. She hoped the princess considered her a friend as well, they had only known each other for what seemed like forever. Oh well, it wasn't like she was in a relationship with either. She didn't quite know how she ended up in bed with Adam though, she had met him his first night here and after awhile, she just sort of slept with him for the hell of it. He was hot, and she sort of liked him.
So, in some odd sort of way, that's how she ended up where she was now; picking through clothes on the floor and trying to find her clothes. Eventually she found her dress, which was ripped but she slipped it on anyways and ducked onto the floor to search for her heels. When she was ten, if someone had asked her what she would be doing in five years, this definitely would not have been her answer. Yet here she was, nineteen years old and a lady in waiting to a princess, hoping to escape from some guys room half-naked without waking him up.
Fortunately, she was able to find her shoes and made a quick escape, practically sprinting back to her room. It was incredibly awkward when she turned a corner and saw Richard, and she wanted to keep running but knew that wasn't an option. She stopped and bowed slightly, mumbling a quick hello before continuing on. Not long later she was in a new dress and with Alexandra, someone she had grown to really like in the past few months. The other girl was insanely good at her job, while Nyx was more of a bad-influence, fun-loving, reckless companion for the princess. She supposed that if she was allowed to hang out with the prince and princess's friend Evette, whom she had heard about a lot, that they would have gotten along very well.
So, in some odd sort of way, that's how she ended up where she was now; picking through clothes on the floor and trying to find her clothes. Eventually she found her dress, which was ripped but she slipped it on anyways and ducked onto the floor to search for her heels. When she was ten, if someone had asked her what she would be doing in five years, this definitely would not have been her answer. Yet here she was, nineteen years old and a lady in waiting to a princess, hoping to escape from some guys room half-naked without waking him up.
Fortunately, she was able to find her shoes and made a quick escape, practically sprinting back to her room. It was incredibly awkward when she turned a corner and saw Richard, and she wanted to keep running but knew that wasn't an option. She stopped and bowed slightly, mumbling a quick hello before continuing on. Not long later she was in a new dress and with Alexandra, someone she had grown to really like in the past few months. The other girl was insanely good at her job, while Nyx was more of a bad-influence, fun-loving, reckless companion for the princess. She supposed that if she was allowed to hang out with the prince and princess's friend Evette, whom she had heard about a lot, that they would have gotten along very well.
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