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Hopping carefully along the stones within the river, her fingers curled in the material of her gown's skirt. Lifting it up to make sure she didn't dirty it, or get it wet. Her shoes had been set down on the bank of the river. While her bare feet balanced on the somewhat slippery rock. Clarisse did her best to keep her balance. Knowing if she fell in her mother, and her maid, would surely have a fit. It wasn't like it hadn't happen before. She could just hear the two voices already nagging her in the back of her mind. As well as the useless panicking her her did whenever she was out like this. If she were to tell her she wanted to go outside, the queen would make one of the guards go with her. It was quite insulting to her that they had to constantly treat her as a child. In less then two months, she would be 19. Her father, Gandalf III, understood that she had his fierce blood flowing through her veins. Every ancestor within his legacy had some sort of fire within them. Just by the way she acted out, loving adventure and exploring, her father knew she did as well. He did however tell her to watch herself. With the war raging on, one could not be to careful.
According to the word that reached them from the battlefield. Her kingdom of Daggerfall, one of the main barbaric kingdoms that sat high in the mountains, had only had a few casualties. The war wasn't anything to be truly terrified of. There was neutral territories, and Daggerfall had many an ally from surrounding states. It was foretold that with the way things were currently going, there was no signs of the enemy pulling anything.
Her father, though wise, was a ruthless warrior himself. The men of Daggerfall were rough, and knew their place was to protect their honor, and their families. Windfell, a third party that was known for it's many mercenaries, had been sending many men out as well. Many that had been captured by her father's soldiers. The king found them to be very useful and well versed in combat. Instead of killing them, they became slaves under the rule of Daggerfall. Every few days a group was brought up the mountain to be put to work somewhere in their vast kingdom.
Clarisse wobbled a bit, her body threatening to fall in the creek if she wasn't careful. The water felt chill with the upcoming fall season approaching. Carefully moving to the rock behind her, she hopped back onto bank. Reaching down to slip her slippers on as the horns sounded nearby. Damn. It seems they had realized she had snuck off again. Biting at her full lower lip, she turned. Beginning to quickly run against the autumn wind before her mother sent the entire guard searching for her. Although in a gown, she was quick on her feet. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't done this before. Appearing out from between the trees, her darker chocolate eyes focused in on the stone castle that sat on the cliff of the mountain. She never went too far, it was only a small trip up the dirt path. The farthest she ever went was the forest just pass the village. Which she was leaving now. Her hands wrapped her grey cloak around her as she walked. Tying it around her neck loosely, and pulling the hood up. Her gown was older, nothing too fancy. If she was quick she wouldn't stand out among the townsfolk either. Making her way through the crowded streets, she could hear the hushed voices of people talking of how the princess ran off again. Clearly they weren't surprised. Some of the elderly woman even 'tsked'. Asking if she would ever learn. Under the shadow of her cloak, her lips hinted at a coy smile. It was them who needed to learn about a young woman and freedom.
Even with the war going on, the kingdom was in high spirits. It was the time where they harvested the food from summer and began to sow the fall produce. Fall was a grand time of year, filled with festivals and good eating. As well as high spirits. It gave Clarisse more than enough hope to let her know that her people were not afraid. They had been through many a tough time in the years that had past. But it was their stubborn, barbaric drive that always got them through it. As she got closer to the castle, a guard on lookout at the bridge had told her to halt. Moving faster, she ran across the bridge, lowering her hood and waving to the guard with a wink.
"I do believe you were looking for me!" Her alto voice called as she saw the guard smirk and roll his eyes. Chuckling, she turned to face the front of the castle. Removing her entire cloak and moving to the entrance. A bunch of guards patrolling, but they didn't seem worried. Since this wasn't a new thing at all. Passing a few, she smiled, giving a two finger salute from her forehead. "Hope I didn't cause too much of a scare." They just grunted and went on with their buisness. They knew better than to worry about her. If her hunch was correct the only worrying that was going on was with her mother and her maid. Her poor father would have to deal with both of them the unlucky men. With her cloak folded over her arm, she moved into the walls of their grand castles. Portraits of former kings hung from the walls of the foyer. Moving into the main dining room just in time to catch both of her parents. As soon as her moth laid eyes on her it was all over. One more a fuss was given over her. Questions of her health and condition were asked. And than the oh so familiar lecture of what a lady was.
It was no mistake she was a lady. She stood confident, her shoulders back, her chest out, and her head held high. She had always been a petite thing, even growing into the young woman she was. Her mother would always watch her as she was fitted in her gowns with such awe in her eyes. Always telling her how beautiful she was getting each day. Growing up, she had been very tomboyish and tough. Enjoying sword fighting and getting dirty. Or spending time around her father. But as she began to grow, she blossomed. Curves accenting her chest and hips, her face taking shape into one of a woman. Her mother insisted on giving her lessons in being a proper lady, and though she despised it, they did help her in the end. Clarisse was poised, and did her best to be proper when the time called for it. Many maids dotted on how she walked with such confidence, and how her chocolate eyes were always so fierce.. There were times she would become shy, other times she would speak her mind. It was no wonder her and her father always butted heads. Many of the kingdom-folk knew her as 'The princess with a burning heart'
Assuring both her maid and her mother that she was alright, apologized. "Mother please understand. I was just in the forest right outside of the village. You and father know I would never go far." In truth she wished she could have gone farther, she always wanted to see what was outside of her kingdom. Or what lands lie far beyond the mountain range. But soon her hand would be given to a suiting man. She would go from a princess, to a possession.
According to the word that reached them from the battlefield. Her kingdom of Daggerfall, one of the main barbaric kingdoms that sat high in the mountains, had only had a few casualties. The war wasn't anything to be truly terrified of. There was neutral territories, and Daggerfall had many an ally from surrounding states. It was foretold that with the way things were currently going, there was no signs of the enemy pulling anything.
Her father, though wise, was a ruthless warrior himself. The men of Daggerfall were rough, and knew their place was to protect their honor, and their families. Windfell, a third party that was known for it's many mercenaries, had been sending many men out as well. Many that had been captured by her father's soldiers. The king found them to be very useful and well versed in combat. Instead of killing them, they became slaves under the rule of Daggerfall. Every few days a group was brought up the mountain to be put to work somewhere in their vast kingdom.
Clarisse wobbled a bit, her body threatening to fall in the creek if she wasn't careful. The water felt chill with the upcoming fall season approaching. Carefully moving to the rock behind her, she hopped back onto bank. Reaching down to slip her slippers on as the horns sounded nearby. Damn. It seems they had realized she had snuck off again. Biting at her full lower lip, she turned. Beginning to quickly run against the autumn wind before her mother sent the entire guard searching for her. Although in a gown, she was quick on her feet. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't done this before. Appearing out from between the trees, her darker chocolate eyes focused in on the stone castle that sat on the cliff of the mountain. She never went too far, it was only a small trip up the dirt path. The farthest she ever went was the forest just pass the village. Which she was leaving now. Her hands wrapped her grey cloak around her as she walked. Tying it around her neck loosely, and pulling the hood up. Her gown was older, nothing too fancy. If she was quick she wouldn't stand out among the townsfolk either. Making her way through the crowded streets, she could hear the hushed voices of people talking of how the princess ran off again. Clearly they weren't surprised. Some of the elderly woman even 'tsked'. Asking if she would ever learn. Under the shadow of her cloak, her lips hinted at a coy smile. It was them who needed to learn about a young woman and freedom.
Even with the war going on, the kingdom was in high spirits. It was the time where they harvested the food from summer and began to sow the fall produce. Fall was a grand time of year, filled with festivals and good eating. As well as high spirits. It gave Clarisse more than enough hope to let her know that her people were not afraid. They had been through many a tough time in the years that had past. But it was their stubborn, barbaric drive that always got them through it. As she got closer to the castle, a guard on lookout at the bridge had told her to halt. Moving faster, she ran across the bridge, lowering her hood and waving to the guard with a wink.
"I do believe you were looking for me!" Her alto voice called as she saw the guard smirk and roll his eyes. Chuckling, she turned to face the front of the castle. Removing her entire cloak and moving to the entrance. A bunch of guards patrolling, but they didn't seem worried. Since this wasn't a new thing at all. Passing a few, she smiled, giving a two finger salute from her forehead. "Hope I didn't cause too much of a scare." They just grunted and went on with their buisness. They knew better than to worry about her. If her hunch was correct the only worrying that was going on was with her mother and her maid. Her poor father would have to deal with both of them the unlucky men. With her cloak folded over her arm, she moved into the walls of their grand castles. Portraits of former kings hung from the walls of the foyer. Moving into the main dining room just in time to catch both of her parents. As soon as her moth laid eyes on her it was all over. One more a fuss was given over her. Questions of her health and condition were asked. And than the oh so familiar lecture of what a lady was.
It was no mistake she was a lady. She stood confident, her shoulders back, her chest out, and her head held high. She had always been a petite thing, even growing into the young woman she was. Her mother would always watch her as she was fitted in her gowns with such awe in her eyes. Always telling her how beautiful she was getting each day. Growing up, she had been very tomboyish and tough. Enjoying sword fighting and getting dirty. Or spending time around her father. But as she began to grow, she blossomed. Curves accenting her chest and hips, her face taking shape into one of a woman. Her mother insisted on giving her lessons in being a proper lady, and though she despised it, they did help her in the end. Clarisse was poised, and did her best to be proper when the time called for it. Many maids dotted on how she walked with such confidence, and how her chocolate eyes were always so fierce.. There were times she would become shy, other times she would speak her mind. It was no wonder her and her father always butted heads. Many of the kingdom-folk knew her as 'The princess with a burning heart'
Assuring both her maid and her mother that she was alright, apologized. "Mother please understand. I was just in the forest right outside of the village. You and father know I would never go far." In truth she wished she could have gone farther, she always wanted to see what was outside of her kingdom. Or what lands lie far beyond the mountain range. But soon her hand would be given to a suiting man. She would go from a princess, to a possession.
