xx Kingdoms and Shet xx (callabby x mapley)

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KINGDOMS AND SHET 


Creative, I know. 
This is pretty much just Bryn and Kayden in the times of princes and princesses and yeahhh.
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Bryn

    Standing in front of her mother's tired looking and dusty vanity mirror, Bryn fingered her mound of curls she'd brought over her shoulder. She was in a haze really, so tired and yet not able to sleep. The nightmares of her past still clung to the edges of her brain and played mind games with her while she tried to rest most every night. Now she was like a walking dead woman because of them. She was too scared to sleep.

    In every dream it started out the same; she wore a blood red, beautiful gown. And what once used to be her favorite color was now her most horrific one. Because as soon as she looked down at herself in the same mirror she stood in front of every morning, the fabric of the dress would start to melt off of her in dripping blood splashes, soaking her bare feet. She'd run and run and run, hearing the screams of her parents, and slip and fall into the blood. The room would begin to fill higher and higher and she would choke and sputter until she was immersed in darkness.

    As she thought of it, she touched her throat with her callused fingers shakily. She could just imagine the disgusting reek of blood and taste of it seeping into her throat forcefully. That was just how realistic the dreams were.

    "Bryn!" her aunt (making up a name for her because I forgot her other aunt's name) Mora called sharply from down the corridor. Sighing, Bryn rubbed her face, peering down at the heap of rags she called her only clothing. It was such a poor material, and heavily dirty since she never washed it. She barely washed herself; in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a bath. But Bryn's aunt and uncle didn't bother with her much, they had all of her brothers to grow and worry about.

    They were to take on the (changing her last name too...) McKnight family name, after all. Bryn wasn't worth as much as they were in the society they lived in. It was just how it was. Bryn got the measly leftovers after her brothers ate first, and she was treated like the family dog by most of them. Besides Lucas, her best friend and also the youngest brother, her aunt and uncle wanted nothing more than to get rid of her.

    And the fact that she was 18 (changing her age too...) and not married yet didn't help their opinions of her. Sometimes, when she worked too hard and didn't eat enough, she'd pass out. And no one cared enough to find her when that happened, or worry about her in the slightest. When she awoke, she would get a lashing for not finishing her chores. That was just how things were.

    "Coming!" she yelled, her voice still managing to be soft. Even if she was timid around her 'home', or around people who might report her behavior to her aunt and uncle, Bryn was anything but shy. If she had the chance, she'd share her opinion. Especially when it came to the Royal family. She hated them. Ever since her parents had died, she'd hated them. And for more reasons then she could think of in just one sitting.

    Shuffling down the stairs hurriedly, holding her dress in her sore hands so she didn't trip, she met her aunt in the small kitchen of their small shack of a home. When she arrived her aunt threw a basket at her which she barely caught. Her aunt's tone was snappy, "Since you didn't get up as earlier as I asked of you last night, you shall be picking out potatoes on the farm today."

    Bryn knew better than to argue, but she had to say, "But Aunt Mora, it's a hot day outside. What if I were to faint-"

    Her aunt cut her off. "Then that's your problem. I tolerate you here even though half the work you do is no good. Like I always say, I could give you in to the whore house down the street if you don't obey my rules in my home," she glared and Bryn swallowed. Her aunt said, "That's what I thought. Talk back to me like that again and you'll see your sorry ass heading there faster than the Royal's horses rushing into battle." She turned and began scrubbing what measly dishes they owned. Nodding curtly and in a curtsy, Bryn moved towards the back door of the house to meet with her brothers in the field, trying to harvest crops.

    Like a stone, she moved swiftly and out of the way of them. Lucas waved to her and she only nodded, afraid her aunt was watching her and not wanting to upset her more. She'd already received two lashes for coming home two minutes after curfew two nights ago, and she did not need anymore if she wanted to dodge infection.

    Her uncle was a farmer and owned his land only about five minutes out of the main town, the one that was overlooked by the Royal Family. She liked visiting town, hoping some day she might be able to live there rather in the hot land and horrible home she was forced to for now. Even if she was eighteen and could legally leave, she didn't have the money or the health to fend for herself. Their were digesting men that could take advantage of her and gypsies who could rob her. This land was full of thieving people who most of the time could not be trusted.

    At least where she was now was safe.

    Bryn knew the nicest spot to pick potatoes was along the dirt road that lined their plowing fields and that led into town. A lot of people passed by in their wagons and would sometimes throw water or money at her if they had it to spare. And it was also where most of the trees were, so she wouldn't get too over heated too quick. 

    Since she'd already picked out over most of the area, she walking around pretending she was picking potatoes just in case her uncle or her tattle tale brothers in the fields as well were to be watching her. In reality, she was day dreaming, again. And humming a tune to herself, a lullaby that her mother used to sing to her before she passed. Bryn missed her mother more than anything in this world.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

The sun hadn't reached it's peak, yet the day didn't seem like it could get any hotter. Sunlight beat down on everything in it's path, including the mounted group of six making their way through the outskirts of the kingdom - commencing their daily patrol. Out of the six, five of the horses were a deep brown - two in the front and three in the back - but the one in the center was a bright white with black speckles on it's rump. All of them were unified with a crested cloth worn under their saddles with the colors of the royal family, blue and white. The way they walked down the path, it was obvious that they were protecting the rider in the center, whose face was covered by a bright white hood. Even from a distance, one could tell that his clothes were clean and higher quality than the ones around him, giving him the status of nobility. Even if people weren't moving out of the groups way down the path, it was easy to tell that they were important.

A thick film of sweat seemed to form around the group. Horses and men alike were cooking under the sun, no matter how much cloth they wore to hide their skin. "Your highness." muttered a lithe man riding in the back. He didn't wear any leather armor like the rest of the men, but his clothes didn't show him to be of very high stature either. The deep blue on his back was drenched in sweat all the way down his back, and strands of his long, black hair stuck to his forehead. "Perhaps we could take a small break under the shade of those trees. Our men would greatly appreciate it under these hot conditions. Plus, we must keep you hydrated throughout the day - per your father's requests." 

"Only a small one, Oliver." boomed the center male before lightly kicking his horse. The white stallion dashed off between the front two horses - reaching the shade of the few trees much faster than the others. Once out of the sun's rays, it was breathtaking how much cooler it got. The ground wasn't like a radiator and the male's skin didn't seem to boil anymore. Sweat still poured down his back, face, and basically all over his body - but a cool breeze justified his body's natural response. As he stepped off his horse, or more like jumped off, he knocked off the white hood covering his face. His light brown hair was drenched around his forehead and neck, but this only made it easier for him to push back with his fingers. With his hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword, he took in his surroundings while waiting for his other men.

It wasn't long before they came trotting up, dismounting themselves a little further away as to give the noble more room in the shade. That was their life, as it seemed, giving all they wanted and could to the noble they lived for. 

They only took a small break before going towards the satchels on the backs of their horses and pulling out large, skin made bags filled with water and wine. The three armored men proceeded to sit under the trees and talk, banter, or make jokes about each other while the lithe, long haired male ran over towards the light haired noble. "Prince Kayden, here is your water and we brought some of your favorite wine to drink as well." Without a word, Kayden took both the satchels and waved off the helper to go speak and rest with the other men. Something had caught the noble's eye and he didn't have time to speak any longer. 

What stood in front of him was a beautiful, thin woman just on the other side of the trees. Her dark, flowing hair had caught his eye and if anyone knew anything about the prince of the royal family was that he could never help himself around beautiful things. Women, clothes, food. You name it - he wanted it, he would pursue it. "What are you doing in the fields?" Kayden roared as he made his way closer towards the trees, crossing over into the field without any thought.

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    Bryn had heard the hoofs of the horses before she noticed the men park to the side of the road, near the line of cherry trees lining the road that she stood under. She continued to collect her 'potatoes' though, not to fazed by it. Horses stopped here a lot, especially on hot days, when traveling to town, so she continued her work absentmindedly. Actually finding a few potatoes, she put them in her dirty apron and held it to her thin stomach while searching for more under the shade of the trees.

    She was startled to here a mans voice from behind her and so she jumped, standing up straighter compared to bent position over the ground. Her back was already aching and sweat beaded her forehead, even though she was only walking in the shade. The heat of this day was awful, even when she wasn't in direct sunlight.

    Of course Bryn had never seen the Prince in person before; she'd just heard of him. Ladies man, partier, rude. All maybe rumors, but they didn't shock her. She expected it, really, coming from a family like his. And from so much wealth. She couldn't fathom the idea of someone living in that life style and actually being kind and just.

    But seeing that this man was wearing very nice clothing and the Royal colors, she thought to herself that maybe he was in fact a high knight of the kingdom and stopping by to rest. Her voice was pretty monotone sounding as she pushed her hair behind her ear and held her apron of potatoes in front of her, the basket she'd brought long forgotten. 

    "Technically I'm not in the fields," she motioned to the beautiful just blossoming cherry trees around them. She inhaled the scent fondly, but kept her eyes on the nice sight in front of her. The man was handsome to say the least, and she was very intrigued by the color of his blue iris's, not like her own, but lighter and like ice. She gave him a small smirk, "But I do think that even if I was, it would not be any of your business to know the answer, now would it?" it was dry humor she used, only a glint in her eye giving away that she was being mischievous. If her aunt was around, she would've been scolded horribly for not bowing down to those higher in stature then her and not speaking formidably. But Bryn, when not being forced, wasn't as proper as she should be sometimes. But that's just who she was.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

The male paused at her response, his foot stopping on top of one of the tree's roots that had made it's way out of the soil. Kayden couldn't help but smile. It wasn't every day that he was spoken to like a normal person. Prince this. your highness that. Eventually the luster of the formal talk began to dim and people like her - that had no care for obvious status - became particularly interesting. His hand shifted on his swords hilt, making it shit up and down behind him. A habit that he had since he was a child. "That isn't how you should be talking to your prince." He retorted with a chuckle. Those light blue eyes of his followed her line of sight to meet the beautiful cherry blossoms. "Or any gentle man asking a beautiful woman what she is doing out in the fields for that matter."

A small moment passed as he stared at the trees - something that normally didn't grow that big or bloom so beautifully in the kingdom. There wasn't enough room. Even in his garden, they didn't grow like this. The colors were more vibrant. The petals were larger and healthier too. You couldn't manufacture natural beauty. Something about it urked him, forcing him to quickly look away. 

"You see, the two just do not mix. Anybody would be curious of this contradiction." Kayden added a moment later, brow furrowed with the thought of those damn cherry blossoms on his mind. A few feet away, his knights and Equerry were beginning to notice the exchange and began to stare quietly at the two - stopping the constant hum of their bickering in the background. Only the gust of the wind knocking off a few petals filled the field with sound.

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Instead of being shocked, Bryn just raised an eyebrow. "The Prince you say?" she eyed him suspiciously. He could easily be the Prince, and probably was for all Bryn knew. But when her parents weren't around and she was just by herself, she wasn't very impressed with wealth or royalty, and didn't act like she was either. It was especially amusing when she'd sneak into town during the night, into the bars, and listen to Knights of the king's tell her that she had to respect them because they were practically royalty. The last time some pig tried to do that, she dumped his beer over his head. And happily too.

Her blue eyes watched him before she smiled tightly. "How charming," she said dully and began walking towards her basket, unamused. "And I'm guessing those are you guards and knights, right?" she asked mockingly and throw her potatoes down angrily, glaring over at him again. "I'm so sure. You're just another rich man trying to seduce a lady to your quarters. But I'm not a lady, sir, so I don't presume your plan will be working to your favor any time soon." She then looked at the trees and then back at him. "And I'm really sure you're curious. They always are," she mocked and began to pick up a few more potatoes. "This is private property that you're trespassing on, sir," she drawled his name, finally meeting his gaze and standing up straight with the basket in hand. "My Paw doesn't take kindly to men like you. I suggest you get going."