❝ I just want a peaceful life.  Is that too much to ask ? ❞ 

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                                                   @toujor : :                               ❝ what makes you run so far away from home ❞

            ❝ i run from nothing, ❞ his tongue, a spinneret of half-truths. it was the corruption of the very essence within his veins that kept him from his claim. a curse that twisted unseen like a knife in the night.

            not that this fool needed to know.

            the black knight tilted his head, studying the figure with a predatory gaze. he stalked the perimeter, clinging to the shadows like a second skin as he circled the stranger. he kept a wide berth, but with every cycle he drew closer, sword glimmering like a fang on his back.

then leave

the words echoed in her head

her night after the gates closed was spent wide awake, in her bed. if thats what her sister wanted then that is what she would get. anna was done trying to be there for a sister who wouldn’t give her the time of day. not anymore. 

eyes glued to the ceiling. she has no plan. she is just going to get on the next ship out of arendelle. let a few people know she is leaving and not to worry. let them know the new queen has already agreed. she made that clear last night.

with her plan in her head she let herself fall asleep. her journey from tomorrow on was going to be a long one.

she did as she thought. told kai what she was doing and despite his protests she insisted. she needed to focus on her now. do what is best for her. leaving is what it was

the princess lost track of time on how long she was gone until she found out paris was the final destination. well that would be another day or so on land after the very long sea travel.. she was nervous. she knew very little french. just enough to get through a diplomatic conversation.

it’s  not  hard  to  find  him  at  this  point .   the  girl  has  learned  his  routine,  at  first  for  the  purpose  of   avoidance ---   now  more  or  less  out  of  study.   he  spends  most  of  his  leisure  time  alone .   perhaps  she  might ,   too ,   if  she  were  used  to  it  the  way  he  appears  to  be .   sweeping  crimson  cloak  drags  over  the  cobblestone  path  as  she  approaches  him ,   finds  him  sat  on  a  stone  bench.   always  curious ,   she  is ,   as  to  what  could  be  on  his  mind .

❝  i’ve  found  something  you  might   enjoy ,  ❞   she  speaks  gently ,   no  longer  hesitates  to  take  up  a  seat  at  his  side .   gently  does  she  place  the  book  within  his  palm ,   reach  cautiously  for  his  other  hand  to  guide  his  fingertips  over  the  book’s  raised  title.   ❝  BRAILLE .   it’s  a  way  for  you  to  read . . .  ❞   that  is ,   if  he’ll  even  give  it  a  chance .   unfortunately ,   the  man  remains  unpredictable  to  belle.