#fantasyau

[Name] [Last Name] is a fighter. She has been from birth. She was born prematurely and the entire court was certain that she would not make it past the first night. She proved them wrong. 

Every action that [Name] did, it has been met with disgusted whispers from the court. But no one would dare challenge the sister of the Duke. Raphael allowed [Name] to do as she wished her whole childhood. She was able to learn swordsmanship, she was taught how to read and how to write, how to match her gowns and accessories, how to speak in french and spanish and most of all, she was taught that her opinion is most important. 

But she still needed to listen to her brother. And she hated that. She hated how she was free from everyone but her older brother. Not that Raphael was a bad brother, but when duties mixed with their lives…[Name] always seemed to be the one to suffer. 

[Name] eyes the garden wall with a very focused look on her face. The sun is shining, there is no mud. The only problem is this huge dress. And there are crystals and gems adorned on it, which she loves but a dress like that is not great in this situation. 

She must escape. 

Why? Oh, because her brother, the brother she loves with her entire body, had forced a marriage upon her. She was under the assumption that they were travelling far for one of his many meetings. He has far too many. But no! He gave her hand to the Prince of Ninjago! The Future King of Ninjago. Why? What in his mind made him think of this?

The woman in light green lets out a small huff, approaching the wall. She can climb walls. She has done it far more times than a farmer has. Has the wall been as large as this? No, it has not. But that does not mean she should give up! This escape is needed.

No one will tell her a single thing about the prince. Not one thing! How hard could it be to discuss the prince? Very hard apparently. Not a single person told her a thing of substance. 

Is he kind? She does not know. 

Is he intelligent? She does not know. 

Is he funny? She does not know. 

His hobbies? No knowledge. 

His appearance? Not a single thing. 

She is blind. She is going in blind to this marriage. And her brother allowed this to happen. Her own brother?! Her flesh and blood. The only person left in this godforsaken world who is meant to protect her. 

She is going to leave. [Name] does not care if she needs to walk the entire way home as she will. She does not even care if he is ugly! She is a good person, she will overcome. Beauty is on the inside…occasionally. But still she will overcome!

But that no longer matters as she will be getting back home even if it killed her. And when she does die, she hopes her brother feels extremely guilty. 

[Name] shakes her head. She must focus on the task at hand. She looks at the wall again, taking a few paces back. Would it be beneficial if she just jumped on? Or would a running start be-

"Hello, my lady," 

The [Last Name] daughter almost jumped out of her skin. She was under the assumption that she was alone in the garden. Was she so deep in thought about escaping she did not hear a male’s boots in the gravel of the path? She is lacking. 

She took notice of his appearance; green inquisitive eyes, curly golden blond hair, sunkissed skin. He is…rather attractive. But he is not dressed extravagantly. Does he work in the place? He is probably a servant of some sort. She rolls her eyes, turning her head back to the wall. She has no time for attractive servants. She must act. She must leave. 

"Are you in need of assistance of some kind?" He is still here? Why has he not left? 

"I am quite fine," [Name] turns her head back, giving the strange blond male a tight smile. "Thank you," Clearly a dismissal but he still seems to be here. 

Gods be good. And he is watching her. With his head tilted. Is he scrutinising her? Men. Typical. 

"You may leave me here," She tells him, standing up straighter. The blond’s eyebrows raise slightly and his lips quirk up slightly. 

"I will, my lady," he says. "But may I ask a question?"

[Name] rolls her eyes. Must he?

"I am quite certain that it depends on the question," [Name] looks at him evenly. If he was not so intriguing. 

"You will enjoy it," he tells her with a smile. A small smile. A cheeky one. She knows it. She has perfected her cheeky smile for when she gets into troubled matters with her brother. "I am quite certain that you will,"

"Then you may ask," she tells him, flicking her hand towards him. The blond bows his head slightly, a tiny smirk on his lips. 

"Whatever are you doing, my lady?" 

And he stated that she would enjoy this question. He is a liar. But it did not seem that he was condensing her, it seemed like he was…curious? For some strange reason. Who is this person? 

"Nothing," [Name] is quick to reply. She folds her arms over her front. Or tries to, this dress is not equipped for that.  

"It does not appear that way, my lady,"

"And how does it appear, ser?" He is highly infuriating. "If you were certain of my actions, why ask me of them?"

"Apologies, my lady," the blond closes his eyes, shaking his head. "I did not mean to infuriate you. I simply wished to ask you a question. I do not intend any sort of harm. I am sorry,"

[Name] opens her mouth before closing it. An apology. He gave her an apology without her needing to do, well, anything! 

Her body relaxes slightly, the woman brings her hands down as she begins to fiddle with the rings on her fingers. Who is this strange man? If he was to bring her back to her brother, he would have done so already. 

"I…" Why on earth has her mind gone blank? "If you must know, you have caught me in my act of escape,"

"Escape?" the blond repeats. 

"Yes, ser," [Name] nodding slowly as if the man was an infant. "I am attempting to climb the garden wall,"

"Climb…?" the blond looks to the wall before looking back at [Name] with a slightly confused smile on his face. "Whatever for, my lady?"

"Because I am going to escape this betrothal,"

"Escape your betrothal?"

"Ser," [Name] starts, rubbing her forehead with her pointer finger. "Are you a parrot?"

"No…"

"Then must you repeat everything I say?" [Name] questions, looking at him expectantly. The blond lets out a small laugh, nodding his head. 

"My apologies," he smiles, turning his head to the side as he tries to hide his laugh. And perfect teeth too? Gods be good. "Why do you wish to escape your betrothal, my lady?"

[Name] lets out a small sigh. She wants to cry now. 

"I do think that he may be a monster," [Name] tugs on one of the vines, seeing how it is holding fairly well. 

"I do not wish to be a parrot as you have called me as such," the blond starts, rubbing his bottom lip. "But I must repeat this. A monster?" He repeats dumbly. 

"Yes, ser parrot," [Name] misses the smile he gives her as she begins to reassess the wall. "A monster. May you help me scale the wall?"

"Who is it that you speak of?" the blonde asks, ignoring [Name]’s last question. [Name] closes her eyes, reigning in her annoyed huff. 

"I do not think that to be any of your business, ser,"

"I fear I cannot help you until you have given me all the information that I require, my lady," he replies easily, a slightly smug look on his face. 

Does he not know who she is? Does he not know her brother? [Name] scrunches her nose, flexing his her hands. 

There are benefits if he helps her. Think of the benefits, [Name]. Escaping. You will be able to escape. 

"I speak of Prince Lloyd, ser," She starts, the blond’s eyes softening. "Not a single person in this vile castle dares to speak about him. I have no knowledge of him as a person and I despise it. All I am aware of is that the Garmadon family are cruel," If that is even true, she is uncertain of that fact. But rumours, gossip and scandal always spiral. 

"Ah, I see," Is that it? He asked her that question, only to give her that response?

"Will you now help me, ser?"

"If I may, just one more question, my lady," the blond puts a finger up, [Name] noticing the scars on his hands. Is he some sort of butcher? [Name]! This is trivial! Escaping should be the focus. Answer the questions, he assists, and freedom is there.  "Do you believe all Garmadons are cruel, as you say?"

[Name] opens her mouth before closing it. She narrows her eyebrows at the man, taking a small step back. Does he wish for her to say treason so that she will be beheaded? How cruel. 

"I will speak of no such thing, Ser," Words that have been instilled in her mind. "Now, if you please…?"

"You want me to lift you over the wall so you may escape from the castle?" He just wants to be certain. But how much more certain could he possibly be?.

"That is what I said repeatedly, yes," 

"People will notice you are missing, will they not?" 

"Ser, if you wish for true honesty from me, you will have," [Name] starts, looking at him. "I do not care if they search for me. I will be far from her, making my escape. But have no fear, they will have no knowledge of our conversation. Now, come, make haste,"

The blond watches her with his hands behind back, a slightly larger smile on his face. 

"I have no intention of helping you, my lady," he states, a smile evident in his voice. His green eyes glint in the sun. And it would have been a sight to see, if he was not so infuriating! 

[Name] is beyond irritated now. He had simply wasted her time. And she allowed him!

"I am a lady in distress," she snaps, glaring at him. She takes a step closer, tilting her head so she can look straight at him.  "You refuse to help a lady in distress?" 

"I refuse," the blonde starts. "When that lady in distress is trying to escape over the wall so that she does not have to marry me,"

[Name] felt the blood in her body freeze at his words. Her heart grinds to stop, the lady taking a step back. 

Her eyes still look into his and she can tell that he is very, very amused. The Crown Prince. The future King of Ninjago is standing right in front of her. With soft eyes and a cheeky smile on his face.