Video ❖ 4 || Private to Guilford 95%

[knightmare_hime]

[Backdated to yesterday, October 9th, after this conversation]

[Her tone is urgent and commanding while her face, now drained completely of color, is blurred on the screen as she moves around her hut, heading for the door.]

Guildford! Tell me your location now.

[It would seem that this sort of message is beginning to become a common occurrence

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[knightmare_hime]

[She meets the incandescent glow of his eyes with a lift of her chin. The hand holding her device lowers, and if he is as observant as the man still sleeping nearby, he might notice the slight tremble of her fingers as she does.

It is concealed. Everything. All of the affliction and turmoil lumping together in her throat, compressing her chest and leaving an empty sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, it's all internal. She refuses to let this monster get the best of her. Not when his very existence threatens the safety of the one person she can fully trust.

But inside, she is shaking. Her conscience has been pierced by his laughter and the whirlwind of memories that come to mind just with a few words from his mouth. She wants to shut him up. Anything to silence him. To make him stop calling her that.]

Do you enjoy speaking in riddles? I am no longer a princess, as you know. If you have something to say to me, then you will do well to state it clearly.

[Her tone sounds bored, despite the inner conflict. And even though it feels like her feet have somehow cemented themselves to the floor, she takes a step into the hut, the other foot shoving the door closed while one hand idly rests on the hilt of her weapon.]