“Well, Ehri, it’s getting rather late. I should be on my way.”
Cara rose from her spot on the seat cushion across from
Harry and beginning collecting up their belongings that had been brought from
the basement at differing times. Harry
had been home for almost a day now, and all she had done was spent the day with
Cara in an official scenario. She had
really wished to talk about their little situation and with the revelation of
how Cara was, it really wouldn’t change their own prophecy. It might have predicted for Harry to be a
warrior but her arrangement to this person wouldn’t have changed by the
definitions of the kingdom. Harry had
already prepared an argument involving the Duchesses of Lilya in the case the
topic came up.
“It’s not that late and I always have time for you.”
Harry stretched her hand out, grabbing ahold of Cara’s and
bringing them back to the cushion they had just jumped from.
“Really, it’s not appropriate, your majesty.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?
Your fucking majesty? What
happened to you?”
“Nothing. I’m just giving you the
respect you deserve.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Huh?”
The anger was starting to rise throughout Harry’s blood and
she felt her hand rising up to the sky, finalized by when her fist struck into
the windowsill and let out a small shock to everyone in the room. The lizards roosting in the edges of the
curtains around the vines that Cara had brought from her laboratory, flew off
in a swift motion. A laugh escaped from
her lips at the sight of their leave.
Thinking of lizards being able to fly was something she had so missed.
“You swear and laugh at me, Ehri? And you want me to sit here and keep being
attacked?”
Harry pointed up to the ceiling while saying, “I was laughing about the
lizards. They didn’t have many nice
animals in Sector 5.”
“Oh. That’s pretty…terrible.”
“I have missed you and our situation hasn’t really changed that much, I mean
just look at the Duchesses of Lilya.
It’s not like your – our – kingdom is really against that sort of
thing. And especially my ‘aunt’ swings
certain-”
Harry’s side of the debate was interrupted by a set of lips
being placed on her own in a motion that she wasn’t used to. There had been plenty of people in the past
two years, but most were not much for the beginning sections. Her reaction time was a bit slow, causing
Cara to back away onto her cushion and put back together the blouse she had
been unlatching. A flurry of thoughts
ran through her mind, but she still didn’t say it quick enough.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I will be going now.”
“No. please don’t. I just wasn’t expecting that sort of thing
from someone like you, who is usually more of a fan of taking things extremely
slowly. You know with the trees and
animals and stuff.”
She was starting to stumble through the words and doubting
the issue would resolve itself in any manner that would protect them from sort
of embarrassment. Harry kept her hand on
Cara’s before the other had another chance to go elsewhere. All that she had experienced told her that
she shouldn’t approach topics like this in a physical way, after the marine
that had asked for the black eye.
“You don’t have to pretend to feel anything for me, I just
thought it was going that wa-”
The fates had decided to follow in the pattern that Cara had
already created by starting the scene that way.
Still going against everything that she knew and all of the variables of
the situation, Harry took the standing position of Cara into a sweep that she
had only seen in the western movies and had never actually practiced in the
real world. An odd weight was starting
to occur to her and also the lack of strength that was within her arms, moving
the whole kit and caboodle against the four-poster bed, for some sort of
support.
“You still don’t need to do this,” said the voice beneath
her as Harry was leaning over the person, while trying to decide what she
should do. She had done different things
with different people with different accessories, sometimes causing issues for
the people around her. But it wasn’t the
task of dealing with the person in the practice, it was analyzing the fact that
this was The Person and how this was really, really against the code of
conduct. All sorts of thoughts were
running through her mind while putting the plan together, sticking to a general
amount of her lips against a generally good ratio of skin between them.
It was a bad idea.
Which was slowly starting to occur to her as a set of
fingers were working on the convenient buttons on her shirt, instead of the
messy motion of carrying it over an odd blockage and more maneuvering. One pair of pants went somewhere, with
Harry’s pair being carefully folded on the ground. With even the moment that she was entering
into, it occurred that she should keep it as organized as possible as the event
went on.
As the other set of lips met with her own again, the thought
ran back through Harry’s mind…
This is a bad idea. I should get out of this situation and run
away and stop doing this.
Still there were the hands that were around her waist and
pulling her further into the bedspread, existing with actual emotion, rather
than just fulfilling a point. It was
once again a feeling that she wasn’t used to and she still didn’t have a plan
that would please anyone, maybe not even herself. And scanning through the mind of the person
rested before her meant that they didn’t have a single clue either.
This is a bad idea.
Even for a princess.
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