Arabella KnightBlood's Story

Arabella’s hazel eyes glanced up at the dark clouds. There was a storm coming in which meant it would be prime time for her to make a few dark potions that she had been needing. She stood from her pervious laying position in the field as she yawned softly. She loved coming out here and getting away from everything back at the castle. “Time to go Harlequin” she said kissing the large black horses nose’s as she jumped on its bare back. As she took off back towards the castle at a soft run. It was something she had been going since she was very young. She didn’t bother saying anything to the stable hand she simply handed him the reins as she headed inside the castle.

“There you are dear, you know you do have lessons today” the Queen sighed

“No. I’m busy” Arabella replied boredly as she made her way to her room.

She passed her sisters room seeing it slightly cracked, she always worried about her sister though she would never admit it. She knocked on the door lightly before peeking in

“Hey Cristy” she said softly seeing her sister on the bed “You should be outside, it’s nice, a storms coming in” she smiled gently before feeling someone behind her.

She turned seeing her older brother smirking a bit “Where have you been all day?” she asked bluntly

“Well father sent me to speak with Peter about you” he said though not returning a playful smirk his tone was quite serious.

“What the hell for” she narrowed her eyes

“You’ll find out soon enough” he chuckled walking off though she chased after him.

Margret
The youngest Hillstrong sat in front of her vanity as one of the servant’s brushed threw her long blonde hair. She gently shooed her away as she stood up to go find her brother. The two were fairly close, she was protective of her older brother, because that was the only person she really had to talk to. She walked around for a bit before finally finding him.
“Want to go for a ride?” she asked casually, it was something she always did with her brother from the time they were little.

Cristina watched the dark clouds loom around from her opened window. Dispite the door opening, she still looked ahead, knowing instantly who it was.
“Hey Cristy” she said softly seeing her sister on the bed “You should be outside, it’s nice, a storms coming in”
The said girl, peers over her shoulder and looked back out the window. A trillion thoughts came to her mind, conflicting wither to follow her sister.
Finally deciding that she was bored, she sat up and walked slowly towards the closet, ready to wash up. Today she chose a simple dress, silky to the touch and was made with the lightest material. The color was a creamy white, that seemed to go nicely with her brown locks. Washing up, she brushed her hair and braided her bangs to the side. She nods, pleased and before she left, she grabbed a little...item and tucked it into her thigh, where a little pouch was tied. Stepping outside, she was greeted by the maids. A little and innocent smile played at her lips and she curtsied politely. But when the maids turned their backs, the whole act disappeared. "hm..." Cristina merely shrugs and twirled back to her walk. She made it down the halls and to the entrance of their lovely home. Looking around, she opened the door slowly, knowing of everyone's schedule, dispite it changing everyday. She was that smart, and that sly. This is how she got what she wanted, and how she got away with everything. Knowledge is key. For instance, when she murdered that one maid, no one could figure it out who did it or why they did it in such a cruel way.

Stepping into the garden, she stopped to notice a little loop of rope hanging from a tree. It was normally used for a game, where you shoot a little rock into the loop. But she couldnt help but think of putting her father in it instead. A bell-like giggle rang through the air, and she smiles happily. What a sight that would be~ She giggles once more, before leaving the garden and towards the nearby town, where many go to buy. She got her money with her, but all she needed now was a cover... Her grey eyes darted around and stopped on a clock which was foolishly left on a chair. Passing by, she easily took it without notice and slipped it on. 'Little big...' She rummaged through the pockets and felt the cool surfaces of coins. 'but it'll work...' She looks around, wondering if anyone saw and saw no one. Slowly Cristina pulled the hood over her head, and headed towards the market place for anything that interest her. Her eyes scanned around before entering an ally way, a tall man awaits. The man observed her and smirks. "Came again did cha' and in a new disguise too..." She simply looks at him and back at the merchandise. The man sniffed, "What a twisted girl you are...luckily enough your my best customer so I'll keep your little secret, now what cha' lookin for, poison? Sleeping powder..?" Instead of answering, she starts to point at a couple of vials, before placing down some money. The man blinks and picked up the exact vials. He scanned their effects and rose an eyebrow. "What cha' doing now...?" Cristina swipped the bag full of vials and started to walk off. "Secret eh! Well make sure to tell me later!" He waves, but noticed she was gone already. "What a strange, and twisted child..."
Cristina pulled down her hood, and looked through the bag. All the vials were there, the sleeping powder, paralyzing powder, and the Aphrodite Powder. She nods, and looks around. She needed one more thing. Needles. Special needles. She spotted a little stall with a gypsy looking women attending it. She stepped close and looked over the goods. A little box caught her eye and she opened it with the ladies permission. Inside was two long and thin sticks, that were decorated with chinese characters and designs. "Are you interested into buying this lovely item Miss..?" Cristina smiles brightly and nods. "Yes please~" She stuffed her hands in her clock and rummaged around cutely. "Here you go!" She dropped a couple of gold coins into the ladies palm and took the box happily. Within a couple of meters, she slowly stops, her innocent look going away once again. 'Finished shopping...'