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Tales Of The Royals

Seraphine's Cell

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a part of Tales Of The Royals, by SpaceButterfly.

A small and slightly cramped cell where Seraphine lives. Her warden being the only one who guards it.

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A small and slightly cramped cell where Seraphine lives. Her warden being the only one who guards it.
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Seraphine's Cell

A small and slightly cramped cell where Seraphine lives. Her warden being the only one who guards it.

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Seraphine's Cell is a part of Tales Of The Royals.


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Character Portrait: Seraphine Eider Character Portrait: Richard Point
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Cold steel always talked louder then any words or anything really. That truth had always revealed itself to soldiers throughout history. And looking into the cell that housed all of perhaps ninety five pounds of the Fearian princess Richard could not but agree with such a saying. The bars were perhaps not as cruel as a naked sword but in their own way it was a cruelty beyond battle. Though the red head was somewhat beyond caring. The woman, for her figure denied any other term, knew nothing of the struggle he faced. And that lack of knowledge in his mind absolved him of any wrong doing.

He would liked it immensely if such perceptions matched reality. But only death was so clear cut. In the year he had been here the hope and dreams of his childhood rose high as Valdimir fanned them high, but so to did the doubts. He was a soldier, even if only a private, and more to the point a scion of a military family and the inherent treacherous nature of the plan sat ill with him. But one look at the doll of a princess reminded him of the prize.

You never knew the burdens I have. No your silver spoon birth gave you everything. Richard thought with a heat that no doubt showed upon his face. Had he known the soldier would have been equally angry at himself. For such anger was a loss of control and that was less then prefect. What do you know of true want.

He then studied the woman in her cell She was admittedly a fine specimen a nice cross of innocence and pure seduction. But the lowly private with dreams of a future free of want thought little of such matters. In that he was perhaps different from the others who knew her. He had no benchmark to judge from however. She was however every bit as dangerous as he was. Richard needed no warning to know that. Fluttering lashes and heaving bosoms could not hide a core of steel.

" So tell me your Highness what is your desire today? I assume the basic necessities of life are in order. Perhaps a tea party with our other guests." He asked in a deadpan manner, the only way he could maintain a leash upon his control. For in his mind she had not earned the comforts once hers.

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”...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.