forum A Lady In Armour // one-on-one // closed

Started November 28, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Myrah’s grin was infectious, and Olive quickly caught it. “That’s a first. Thank you, Pri—— Myrah.” She took another bite of the delicious roll.

Myrah nodded as a form of gratitude, just as one of the maids entered the room. She sighed before grinning again at Noah, “I must go now, but I’ll be back soon.”

She walked away from the window and to the maid who was there to assist her in getting ready for the day.

Olive watched her go, turning away and straightening her back to assume proper guard position.
What just happened? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she definitely wasn’t upset as she finished off her roll and put her gauntlets back on. The Princess— my friend?

Inhaling deeply, she pushed the smile off her face and resumed a stoic, unfeeling expression. Focus, goddammit.

Myrah watched as the maid pulled put one of Myrah’s better dresses. She let out a soft sigh, “Another one?”

The maid nodded and began to tie the corset and Myrah’s waist, “Yes your highness. Your majestys want you on your best behavior today.”

Myrah made a sour face, she thought she had made it clear she wasn’t interested in getting married on there accords. Clearly it hadn’t gotten through yet.

You have priorities. Making sure no one figures out your identity is first. Then, checking in on Ophelia. Then keeping loyal to knighthood. If someone finds you talking to the Princess instead of guarding her.. you’re finished.

Olive didn’t let her facial expression change, but in the inside her stomach was twisting uncomfortably. If she was discharged, they would look further into her background and find out about her. And then they’d burn her at the stake.

A few minutes, and an argument, later Myrah was in the dress ready to go. It was a lovely lilac color in both bodice and upper skirt layer as it quickly went to a pastel pink ribboning along a curved edge before flaring out with a cream color. Her golden hair was up in a braided bun, and her face was plastered with cosmetics. Too much if you asked Myrah, the maid escorted her from the room the clacking of her heels echoed as they walked to the throne room.

Olive stood perfectly still for a long time as always, eyes staring straight ahead until the sun creeped higher in the sky. Eventually, she heard footsteps and another guard stopped in front of her, saluting with his hand over his heart before taking her position. Olive returned the salute and turned sharply, walking in measured steps to her next posterior of the day.

Myrah was eating lunch with her suiter. She found him uptight, spoiled, and an utter pain to be around. No, she doesn’t care about how much money your family has. Or how ‘all the other girls would love to be me.’ Yet the princess had a smile on her face as she thought of all the different ways to get him out of here.

Olive took up her post by the servant’s entrance, staying perfectly still and alert. Not once did she allow her mind to wander, but maintained an observant, hawk-eyed stance, sweeping the scene around her. Nothing particularly eventful was happening, which was both good and bad. It meant that there was no imminent danger, but it also meant that this was just another three hours of not moving.

Myrah excused herself from the stuck up prince and took a walk through the palace. She found herself near the servant's entrance. Her eyes spotted Noah and she made her way over, "Hello."

Olive’s eyes flickered sideways, widening slightly in surprise. She made no indication that she had seen or heard the Princess other than offer a smile and a whispered greeting, afraid of being seen. She was not going to jeapordize her job for one conversation.

Myrah opened her mouth to an 'o', "Right you can't talk to people while on duty." She walked away with a wave, "We can talk later then! Bye Noah!"

“Wait—“ Olive had turned before she could stop herself. “I get off guard duty for an afternoon break in five minutes. Could you wait for me?”

Myrah smiled happily and her eyes brightened up. She gave a quick nod, "Yeah I can definitely do that!"

Olive beamed at the Princess, but as soon as she realized what she was doing, the stoic expression crashed down over her face like a pair of floodgates. She resumed her position, speaking out of the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, Princ— Myrah.”

Myrah smiled at Noah before moving away from the servant's quarters. Just to sit down, she had been on her feet for quite a while. She let out a deep breath and let her whole body relaxed.

Olive resisted the urge to look at the Princess, but barely. The long minutes spent standing stil had never felt more excruciating, they seemed to stretch out for hours on end. Finally, she heard footsteps, and another guard took her position.

Myrah looked and waved over to Noah. She wasn't sure if he knew where she had sat down or not. He hadn't looked at her at all, which made sense since he was on duty after all.

Olive caught sight of the Princess, and her heart skipped a beat. She brushed it off and approached her hesitantly, sitting down on the ground with a loud clank as the different pieces of her armpits bumped up against eachother. “Hey.”

(Armpits XD)

Myrah smiled at Noah as she brushed a stray hair that had made it's way to the front of her face. She moved carefully as to not undo the makeup, "Hey. How's guarding been? Is that the term you use anyway?"

(omg sorry that was autocorrect on my phone! I meant armour lmao)

Olive tried her best not to let her eyes follow the movements of Myrah's hand. "We usually just call it guard duty. And it's the same as always. How was lunch?"
Is she wearing makeup? She looks different with it..

"Horrible, the man wouldn't shut up about how rich he was!" Myrah cried out completely and utterly annoyed at the man, "As if that's what's going to get me to marry him. No sire it's not."

Olive chuckled lightly, taking off her helmet and slipping the cord that kept her hair up into her hands. Then, she remembered who she was with and hastily put it back up, afraid that she'd been much too casual. "I'm sorry about that, Princess. I'm sure the right man will come along eventually."

"Maybe I've already met him," Myrah mumbled under her breath glancing at the grass. She looked back up at Noah with his hair hastily put up, "They better, otherwise I'm coming to them."

(omg did you know that grass symbolizes queer love I think this is a sign)

Olive was confused and disappointed in herself when her heart plummeted at the 'maybe I've already met him.' She shook herself out of it, scratching at the nape of her neck. You're growing to fit the role of a boy…. you're a girl, stop getting confused again.

Forcing a convincing laugh, she faked a small smile. "Something will happen eventually."

(Wait really? Lol)

"I hope it does," I swear if this boy had figured it out, and we were of the same class, I would kiss him silly. Myrah gave him a genuine smile, "I'm getting tired of waiting."

(yeah look it up XD)

Olive's stupid heart pattered helplessly at that smile. Because she was weak. Because she was confused. Because she was a freak.
No, she told herself firmly. Stop it right now. You're a girl– I think?? No. You. Are. A girl. She is a girl. And the goddamn Princess. Both girls. You are not allowed to fall for her.

"Same here," he admitted quietly, continuing to scratch at his neck. Then he realized that he was thinking of himself as– as a boy. No. Stop. What the hell is happening to me?? He– she– Olive swallowed. Stop it right now. You are a freak.

Myrah perked up, but at the same time saddened a little. She didn't let her sadness through masking it with a layer of curiosity, "Do you like someone Noah?"

Don't say it. Don't you dare. She thinks you're a boy. If she were to find out–

Noah– Olive faltered, suddenly shy and scared. "I don't know," he– she replied quietly, a partial truth. "Maybe? I'm confused."

"Well that's not good," Myrah frowned slightly. Her eyebrows were pinched together in thought, "You can always talk to me about it."