>>6093976You laugh. It is a rather pitiful thing, bearing no humor or joy. “So that’s it then?” You question to nobody except the world itself, “I assume father’s answer if I refuse to have him break my heart again with another betrothal to someone who probably was present at the recent MageKnight gala, or as I know it, the worst night of my life, is to send me to a Nunnery, then?”
“Eh, like I said, military backlines is more likely. No real reason to have a priestess with Mageknight training,” Red says in a lame manner, taking your statement as an actual question rather than understanding its meaning.
“That’s not the point!” You cry out, “For the first time in my life, I’ve had autonomy and real freedom, and I handled it well! Hell, my mentor was ready to make me a full-fledged Inquisitor, but now all that’s being stripped away, and for what?! To marry me to some decrepit nobleman whom I’ll never love as I did Herrman? Phewy! I should be out there helping, yet my abilities are being squandered, and I await nothing but a life of tedium!” You turn, “Come, Alyssa,” And stomp off in the direction of your room. Leaving Red behind.
The demihuman looks confused at the retreating form of her silver-haired sister-in-law. All she can think is why is she the one Lorina’s ranting to? Not like there’s anything she can do to make a difference, she’s just guarding her as a favor to Arthur. “Always with the drama in this family,” She sighs before following at a far enough pace to still hear the princess while not being too close to strangling the poor girl. Metaphorically, of course, teenagers need their space after all. Wait, is Lorina still a teen? Red’s never been good with birth dates and the like, something grandma was never quite pleased with.
Your room is almost exactly as you left it, the only difference being a servant removed your plate of food and made your bed. You feel antsy as you look over it, you wish to join Marie and continue where you left off but as Red enters the room behind you, sits down, and picks up her book, you intimately understand how trapped you are. You’re certain Alyssa and yourself could defeat any number of guards, but the demihumans? Not as likely. But just how long does she intend to watch over you? Would it be possible to wait her out? Maybe convince her? By now, you’re certain every other member of the Royal Family is asleep, and should she leave, you’d have free reign over your life for one more night. But come morning, should you sleep, you’re confident you’d meet with your parents again to discuss your fate, overlooking many proposals and the like. It’s not like you’d be exceptionally upset living the life of a consort. You were perfectly continent with that being your life path only a year ago.
But now, it wouldn’t be with Herrman.
>You try to convince Red to leave [By saying what?]>You try to wait out the adventurer with Alyssa>You just go to sleep>[Write-in] 