Nunnally didn’t appreciate all the fuss around her. It was unnecessary. Unneeded. It only added to her already established reputation for being fragile. So, she didn’t even bother to stand when her new bodyguard was presented to her. When they entered the room, the princess barely lifted her blue eyes from the book she was idly flipping through. Soon enough, they were left alone.
“Maeve Belmont, I presume…” – Nunnally began, but the words froze on her lips when her gaze finally landed on the person now responsible for her safety. Whoever she had expected, Maeve did not fit that image. She was far more beautiful: her skin almost as pale as the princess’s own, her posture poised, her movements graceful. It felt as though Nunnally were being introduced to another princess. Or perhaps some sort of eternal being. But hadn’t she herself been called an angel often enough to laugh at such titles?
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” – she continued, finally rising to her feet. Was her confusion visible? Even if it was, she refused to acknowledge it. – “Though I’m afraid your appointment might be in vain. I don’t need additional security.” – her lovely features remained composed, betraying only the faintest hint of annoyance – “I’m sure that if you review the evidence, you’ll reach the obvious conclusion: I was not the target.”
“In the meantime… would you care for some tea?”
a plotted starter with @xiaoue