but today is not that day.
Sorry for the inactivity, but I may not be on consistently again until spring break (this weekend). Blegh.
//Absurdly helpful for people writing royal characters and/or characters who interact with royalty and members of the nobility.
"You must take your place in the circle of life."
Another day traveling. This was all he did now that he had been banished from his homeland. Once, he was a prince of the mighty Pridelands, but now he was a nomad. He spent most of his time swindling people out of their money, so Scar had something to live off of. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but Scar couldn’t argue that it was a life he was suited for.
He had come to the “kingdom with the lost Princess” or so it was referred to by other people. He didn’t know what he would find, but he assumed that he could kill some time here for a while.
He was the best at what he did. No. No one knew his name, but that was precisely why he was the best at what he did. He was an assassin for hire. He had no ties to any King, land, or family. He traveled all over the world, pulling off jobs that no one else thought possible. A poisoned king is Sothorysos, a top slaver hiding in Lhazar had met an unfortunate accident, an entire whore house in Tolos wiped out due to illness, that was all his work. Now he was in Westeros, a land riddled with war. He knew that war often made even the tightest purses open up in desperation.
His newest project had given him his greatest challenge yet. He was given a mark by an anonymous donor to murder the current Queen. Now, that title changed depending on who you asked, but he assumed he meant Cersei Lanister. The toughest challenge was to get into the castle, but he had been able to dispatch of a visiting suitor for the newly widowed Queen and take his place. Now he simply went by Scar, the usual name he went by when he went under cover. He was a Prince now, so that should buy him passage into King’s Landing. He would have to use his charm and wit to get closer to the Queen, so he could spill her pretty royal blood all over the walls. Scar’s heart pounded as he approached the castle in the royal carriage he had…aquired. They stopped at the entrance as his driver (who he promised to spare in exchange for his silence) explained to the guards who he was. After a minute, the carriage moved forward again. Scar smiled wickedly. Fools. This might be easier than he thought…
After that, Elsa slept soundly as she lay against him. Now that she was safe with in her ice. Her body was to drained to dream. So she lay, berthing slowly, waiting for morning To come. Again she wouldn’t know when it was to come. But she figured scar would wake her up if he need to get out. Well actually she hadn’t even thought of that. But she also hadn’t planed on passing out from using her powers. She rolled onto her stomach, on top of him, as best she could in the small space, and wrapped her arms around his torsoWhat felt like a few hours later Elsa woke to the sound of her stomach rumbling. She silently prayed that meant it was breakfast time. That it was morning. And that they had made it though the night without an attack “Scar? Are you up? Is it morning yet?” She whispered, gently nudging the man
Scar had gone in and out of sleep all night, but he had finally settled down when Elsa’s ice engulfed the two of them. It was a good sign to Scar, hopefully she would be able to regain them soon. He stirred when he felt her nudging him and opened his eyes. It was still dark. He looked between the cracks of the barrel and spotted some light just barely breaking the horizen. He knew that the captain and crew would be up soon. “Its close ‘nough.” Scar replied sleepily. “C’mon, let’s get out.”
He wiggled out from under Elsa and moved himself over the barrels. He turned to help her get out as well. He looked over at the mop and bucket that he used yesterday and filled and cleaned them. “I’m going to work down in the ship today. We will wait until they come out from down there, then go down and work. I have no interest in them seeing you right as they awake.” Scar told her. “I will try to find out when the first stop is going to happen.”
The second everyone was out of her room, Scar reappeared in a shivering, wet rush. “Oh, Scar,” she said, immediately jerking a few blankets off the bed and hurrying over to the shaking man. “Here,” she muttered, wrapping the thick quilts around him in attempt to warm him once more. “I’d hug you against me to help warm you, but I can only make you colder,” she said in an apologetic yet worried tone, looking up at him with concerned filled eyes. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, blaming herself for his discomfort.
Suddenly she remembered his reaction to hearing about Prince William and her curiosity peaked. “I take it you do not like Prince William very much?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Hmmm? Oh, yea. We had a bit of a scuffle as boys, and he never took the loss well. Ever since then we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye…." Scar trailed off and shivered. He wasn’t sure if it was from the memory or the chill in his body. Scar gripped the blankets tightly, waiting for the feeling to return to his limbs. "And don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. But for now, I think I should fine a change of clothes. Maybe take a real bath…" Scar said. The thought of a piping hot bat appealed to him right now. He pecked Elsa on the lips. "I will see you later. It appears your sister wants to spend the day with you."
Scar didn’t want to leave Elsa alone to prepare to greet another man, especially one that held a grudge against him, but he didn’t see much of a choice. He wanted to mull over his thoughts while getting warm.
I seriously think that Esmeralda doesn’t get enough reputation.
She’s such a badass.