Stables

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Ahahahaha thank you, and no, she's completely cool]

"The name is Orlando, Orlando Neron Lowell your majesty." He ignored her comment about fun and the Seargant. He was not acting like this because of anything except that sense of duty, his father's hands pressing into his shoulder blades, the voice always in his head. Son, make me proud,. Princess or no, he would take care to remember his manners, remember who he stood for, even without his uniform. He would treat her with nothing more than his utmost respect. She is a princess, she is of the family which you would die for. Of the country you would die for. Remember that, Orlando, he told himself, and so his clear blue eyes remained good-humored and respectful, nothing more. No hint of mischief, and while he longed to leave and ride horses, duty pressed upon him, and so to duty he would yield.

"Does her majesty need assisstance coming down?"

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"Very nice to meet you, Orlando, and thank you for not sending me back to the castle." She smiled, though she noticed he had ignored her comment about manners and behaving normally around her. Lilia sighed. Sometimes, she just hated being a princess. All she had, normal, around her was Charlie and Roan. Even the guards in and around her own home couldn't act like normal people their age when they were around her. Lilia understood that they had duty, but he was even on break! Well, she might as well try to get him to have at least a bit of fun. "No, thank you. I can handle myself." Lilia jumped the way from the roof to the ground, only about eight or nine feet, landing in a kneeling position. Lilia grinned and stood up. "Wish to ride with me?" she asked, walking backwards towards the horses.

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((Haha, thanks))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando gave a slight nod, acknowledging her thanks. He didn't know what to say. You're welcome? My pleasure? I actually would've but I'm not on duty? None of them seemed right, so he decided it was best not to say anything at all, to save face. He had already broken a rule once, he would take care not to do it again. And then the princess jumped and Orlando's eyes widened, as she scampered across the roof and landed on the ground, the impact causing the dust at his feet to rise and shake a little before settling again. He had heard rumors about the recklessness, the untamed Princess Lilia, but he did not believe them, until now.

He saw the dirt streaks on her face, the blackened knees, but said nothing. She was superior. He had no right. So when she asked, he took it as a command. A slight frown emerged in puzzlement at the princess going for a ride, which he assumed wasn't a leisurely, graceful stroll around the meadow, but in his short time of speaking with the princess, he decided this was normal for her. As normal as it would get.

And so he gave a smile, ducked his head again, replying, "I will do whatever her majesty wishes."

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Lilia sighed once more. As long as he agreed, there was still some chance she could break this well-mannered young man of at least just the way he spoke to her. Lilia didn't pay attention to castes or rank. People were people, there were not Twos and Threes and so on in her book.

Lilia nodded towards him before turning towards the stables and walking towards her horse. He was a large, almost as big as her uncle Philip's, the king. Instead of taking forever to saddle him, Lilia climbed up the side of the stall and jumped on his back. She nudged him out of the stall trough the open door, and stood next to where Orlando was. "You can take any horse you'd like. Well, you might actually want to use Roan's." Lilia gestured to the horse in the stall next to where Orlando was standing. "Roan won't mind, as long as you're with me," Lilia grinned.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando kept up with her stride, which was just a tad slower than his usual pace, but she was literally a foot shorter than him, and so it surprised him that he did not have to slow his pace down all that much. He had taken his hands out of his pockets, deciding it to be an act of disrespect, and although he wanted to slouch, just this once, seeing the disparity in height between him and the feisty princess, he avoided doing that as well. On duty or off duty, he was still a guard. And so he trailed just a little bit behind her, eyes focused not straight across, like usual, but down, as he tried to give the princess the respect she deserved.

When at the stables, his breath became more relaxed, although his position remained on guard. He had come here often in the beginning, the first two months, whenever there had been time, the one day of the week he had had off. He was an excellent rider, most likely because he respected the horses, because he was firm, but gentle, because he liked pushing the horses to their limit without pushing them so hard that exhaustion reeked in the air. Now, there was no time. He had missed this, he made a mental note to thank Steinberg when he next saw him. He looked at the girl, although not directly in the eyes, when she made the gesture.

"Thank you, your majesty, but I have a horse of my own," he replied, his tone grateful, but firm. He would draw the line there. He would not ride Prince Roan's horse, and his words were truth. King Philip was a gracious king, and he had given Orlando a horse, a beautiful palomino. Eowyn. He ducked his head, mumbling something about excusing himself from her majesty's presence, and went over to a stall about five doors down, and the golden beauty came over and nuzzled him affecionately.

He dropped his manners for a moment, and his face became soft, his eyes filled with affection, as he murmured, "Hello, my lady," before unlatching the stall door and saddling the horse swiftly, a motion he had done hundreds of times before. He led the horse out gently by the reins, taking care not to look directly at the princess. In the back of his mind, he asked himself, how did you ever get into this, Orlando Lowell?

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Ahahahaha so much filler, sorry]

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((Haha, no problem, I'm not adding like, anything into my posts, sorry! And brb))

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((Haha, no problem, I'm not adding like, anything into my posts, sorry!))

Lilia shrugged at this statement. "Very well, then." She watched him as he lovingly went to get his beautiful golden horse, saddling her quickly and before mounting her. Lilia trotted out of the small building that housed the royal horses, along with those of the guards. Once she was outside, Lilia turned back on her horse so she could face him. "Would you like to race?" She gave him devilish grin before turning the horse slightly to await his answer.

Lilia wondered what his answer could possibly be. She knew he was continuing to act proper-as she knew he should-so there was a rather large chance he would decline. On the other hand, he had accepted to come riding in the first place. And he hadn't taken her back to the palace to her mother or one of the other guards, and also said he wouldn't report her. That's why she was guessing there was a slight chance that he actually might race her, though she doubted that he would go full speed even if he did accept.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando's face was impassive, revealing nothing, the same polite, good-humored smile on his face. "I will do anything her majesty desires," he replied, leaving the final verdict up to her. He was a fine horseman, if he had it his way, he would have declined, knowing in full he would beat her, that the endless trainings, the competitions he had entered in would best any lass, no matter how skilled a rider she was. For heaven's sake, he was even a better rider than Roan, and that boy prince was probably one of the best in the land. He would spare her the humiliation, and for himself, the pride.

But she was a princess. He could not forget that, and he saw a hint of loneliness in her eyes. She was a wild thing, and she was also caged, a canary who thought herself to be an eagle, singing and flying only to realize that there were bars, there were responsibilities, and flying back reluctantly to her perch. He could not free her, no, they were all chained, and those who grew up were the ones who realized that they could except that, that they could find freedom under another's authority, but he would appease her. That was the most he could do.

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Lilia, never brought down by anything in the world, was suddenly almost…sad. No, not quite. Disheartened, maybe, but still enough. Not used to this, her face showed this as well, her smile faltering and her eyes dropping a bit. Lilia quickly resumed her happy expression with a smile on her face. "Well, alright. Lets go, then." She quickly set off towards a path unknown to most, but extremely familiar to her. It was harder than most of the paths, unfortunately, but Lilia had ridden it so many times that she knew every single tree stump and twig. Lilia looked behind and saw he was quickly gaining on her, and she urged her horse to move faster.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Eowyn nickered, but Orlando kept a tight grip on the reins, not letting her go, to go as if she were the wind itself. He would let the princess win. It was not fair, but it was the polite thing to do, if he won, that flighty look in her eyes assured him that she would cry for a rematch, and then another, and another. Better if she didn't know his potential-- and so he gained on her, but never got ahead, keeping right at her horse's tail, despite Eowyn's protests. "Hush, my lady, you are not the only soul I must please," He murmured, although the movement of his horse's ears proved that the palomino did not agree with such a decision. I will come back and ride as fast as I want, but later. For now, my grip on Eowyn's reins will be tight, and the grip on my own manners will be even tighter.

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Lilia was grinning until she heard the horse's protests at being held back. She knew them well, though never made her horse have any of the such. Her smile slowly disappeared as she realized that Orlando was planning on letting her win anyway. Lilia, slightly tempered, as always, slowed her horse and turned him sideways so that she would be able to look at Orlando. "What's the point of a race if only one is competing?" Lilia asked stubbornly. She knew he wasn't doing this on purpose. It was his job to be polite and let the royals have everything they wanted. But this showed that not even he could ignore her title-she hadn't asked for it, she had just been born into it-and actually treat her as equal. Lilia's eyes were fiery yet had a touch of loneliness in them once more.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

"Where is the shame in allowing a princess to have her rightful title as the winner?" He countered, his eyes steeling-- fire in hers gave way to ice in his. His tone was still polite, he never once dropped his manners, but he became colder, more withdrawn, as her temper threatened to best her. He would not be taken for a fool. Orlando Lowell would do his duty, and if that was to lose to the princess, than so be it. She was a lady, and he would allow her to have the upper hand-- he would be chivalrous, whether or not Princess Lilia appreciated her efforts. Beneath him, Eowyn gave a slight snort, as if mocking the both of them for the childish game they were playing. He saw the loneliness in her eyes, but steeled himself from whatever compassion he felt, as well. He was a guard. He was a Two. She was a One. One number higher, and it made all the difference.

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Lilia continued to stare at him, refusing to back down until she had to. Minutes later, it was obvious he was never going to, so she reluctantly turned her horse back to face forward, towards another extremely short path that she also knew well. It lead out to the meadow, tough in the opposite side of the trees. This green area was at least twice as large as the one where most ride, if not bigger. At once, Lilia was off into the large grassy area, faster than she'd ever gone before. Faster than when she rode for pleasure, faster than when she beat Charlie, faster even than when she beat Roan, who was normally extremely hard to best. She honestly didn't even care if Orlando followed her right now. He would just make her return to the safer area, where everyone was supposed to ride. She bit her lip and continued riding, refusing to go back right now. Especially because of someone who was so willing to let her win just because of her title.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando sighed, expecting as much. He remembered the paths, the map of the grounds well, and knew that the meadow the princess rode on led to the forest, the forest which led out of the grounds, which was one night's ride away from the nearby mountains, and that the girl, with her hot-headed temper, would probably ride straight into the forest in defiance. Eowyn nickered hopefully, to which Orlando ran his hand through his hair, chuckling slightly. Not today, my lady, this game was never fair, he thought to himself before steering his horse another direction, taking a wayward way until he emerged out of the forest which Princess Lilia was headed straight towards, coming out at a leisurely trot, now facing the princess head-on. He said nothing to the princess, and although he was still a good deal taller, he looked at her horse, not the princess herself, waiting. For orders? For another outburst? One could not tell.

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Lilia dropped the reins, knowing her horse wouldn't try to run, and crossed her arms. She glared at him, knowing he was waiting for something. Of course he had known the shortcut, he was a guard. Why wouldn't he know that? Lilia sighed, knowing that he would most likely stop her if she tried to go around. She looked up into his eyes, seeing that he was waiting for something, as if he expected her tell him to move out of the way-which Lilia already knew he wouldn't-or for her to make a scene. Well, she wasn't a baby. Seeing as horseback riding wasn't turning out so well for her, Lilia defiantly yet silently slid off of her horse and led him next to an incredibly high tree. She tied the reins onto a branch and climbed back on, standing up carefully to reach the lowest branch. Lilia swung herself up and began climbing, going as high as she could while still being able to see her horse through the branches. Sitting down on a sturdy branch, she waited to see what-if anything-Orlando would do.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando was oh so tempted to roll his eyes, and yet he stood his ground, leading his horse to the tree and then jumping off gracefully, trusting Eowyn to stay as she looked at him bemusedly. Girls, he though to himself just as nonplussed as he gently untied the reins of the princess's horse, and whistled to him gently, watching with pleasure as the horses's ears pricked up, and he willingly followed Orlando's lead. He didn't grab Eowyn's reins, knowing she would follow, however reluctantly. Not looking up from what he was doing, he called out, "If her majesty does not want to be disturbed, so be it," In a good-humored, polite, and yet somehow amused tone, knowing he had already won. He looked at Eowyn and slapped her flank a couple times, his way of telling her, fly, my lady, and watched bound off to the palace. She was more intelligent than many humans, and like him, she did not sway from duty. He was already a good fourty-some feet away from the princess, and he looked at her horse. "You're a handsome stallion, aren't you?" He asked to no one in particular, before jumping on, unflinchingly, used to riding bareback. He had not turned around once, and he grabbed the reins, albeit, rather slowly, waiting, waiting, waiting...

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Lilia gasped quietly. How dare he! Well, fine then. She knew from his tone of voice that he was done with this, already knowing-assuming- he had won. Lilia was at a loss for what to do to get him back, but quickly came up with something. She looked next to her at the trees on either side, trying to find a branch close enough to jump onto. She found one quickly and stood up, holding on the the branch above her as she walked out, moving towards the next tree. Lilia was completely confident. She had done this thousands of times before, and she wasn't even wearing any of those death traps for feet that women called 'pretty shoes'. She liked barefoot, it was the only way to her anything done. Though she had never been in this particular tree before, Lilia knew the branch would be easy to get to. And it was sturdy, on factor she had not looked into for the branch she was on at the moment. Lilia, all of a sudden, heard a crack underneath her and screamed. A second later, the branch had broken away, and Lilia was now free-falling towards the ground, which was coming closer faster than she had expected.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando heard the branch snap and he flicked the reins swiftly, letting the horse sprint before pulling the reins just as harshly, as quickly, catching the 5 foot 3 inch princess as gently and gracefully as one could when it came to saving someone from a broken branch. He promptly set her right and proper up on her horse and jumped back off again, focusing once more on the horse rather than the princess. "Is her majesty alright?" He inquired politely, with enough worry for her to know that he had truly been frightened but not so much that his reprimanding tone emerged. He did not remember how old Princess Lilia was, but her height and her actions made him believe that she was still a child, more of a twelve year old boy than a princess. But in this twisted world, that was not the truth, and he was here to serve truth, serve the princess, and so he glanced at her figure once, worriedly, to find in mild relief that she had not been harmed.

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Lilia was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, for catching me." She tried to go over what happened in the last 10 seconds. It happened so quickly she wouldn't have believed it if it wasn't for her heart beating quickly and a few a scratches on her hands. Right then, she decided she wouldn't be so careless. It's feels nice to act childish, but someone her age should be a bit more responsible. If Orlando hadn't been there to catch her, who knows what could've happened. Lilia nodded once more in thanks and took the reins of her horse in her hands, but not leaving yet.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Ahahaha and I'm... off. Replying to this, tomorrow, promise.]

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((Haha, that's okay, bye!))

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((Hellooooooooo?))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando's good humor was present, but just barely. He was tired, tired of duty, tired of having to save people even when he was supposed to be off duty. There was a long walk back to the stables, one he would have usually enjoyed, but all of a sudden exhaustion crashed down upon the boy and he felt the responsibility heaving down upon his shoulders. "Anything to keep her majesty safe," he replied, and he gave a low bow, not walking back to the stables, but rather to the forest ahead. He wanted peace and quiet, and a nap in nature sounded much more appealing, much more freeing than a nap in the bararacks. He assumed that after her near-death encounter the princess would get back carefully, taking heed of what almost happened.

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((How should I continue this?))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[I feel like she should follow him xD]

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Lilia watched as he started walking, not towards the stables, but towards the forest. She sat silently, watching him, before deiciding to follow him. She slid as quietly as she could off of her horse's back, landing on her feet. Lilia marched after him, having to go more than twice his speed just to catch up, and almost twice his speed just to stay caught up. "Orlando, where are you going?" She couldn't see where he could possibly going. Nothing was in the forests, and only mountains were beyond. No where to go. They were all trapped, held in by the mountains and other increadibly hard terrain surrounding the palace and it's grounds.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

"No where that her majesty should follow," Orlando replied, his tone taking on a more general-like tone, the voice no man ever dared mess with. It was firm, steel, a warning glance, tempting the opponent to try and move any closer, a threat, for if the opponent decided move even a millimeter closer, blood would be drawn. But Princess Lilia would probably pay no heed to his voice. The fact she had gotten of her horse and practically sprinted to catch up with Orlando proved that she had no intention of going back until he actually answered her question. They were both stubborn-- but in different aspects. Orlando to his duty, Lilia to her curiosity. In the back of his mind, he wondered which of two would win out, as he quickened his pace yet again, trying to reinstate that the princess should go back, without telling her so. This is what he liked about being a guard-- you gave orders, and you heeded to others' orders. There was no in between, no imperatives asked, no one who dared to not heed to another's orders-- it was all cut and dry. What a pity the real world wasn't so.

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Lilia stopped for a moment at the tone of his voice. Was he angry at her? Or something else? It was obviously something that was bothering him. And apparently, he didn't want her around. Instead of turning around and dutifully going back to the castle, which Lilia already knew Orlando knew she wouldn't do. Lilia marched ahead, ever faster than before and stood in front of him. She placed her hands on her hips, making her look both more childish yet more commanding, and well, more princess-like than ever. "I asked you a question." Lilia somewhat-glared up at him. "It's, well, required that you answer her majesty," she mocked, as he had been calling her that, annoying as it is.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

"Her majesty desired fairness from me, no? She assumes that she does not need to heed my suggestions, so I will assume that her majesty does not require an answer," Orlando countered, the wittiness unexpected. One could not find mischief in his eyes, but the good-humored facade was still present. It was a serious comment, but casually said, which made it hard to interpret, and Orlando was tempted to laugh at the girl's form, which had now broken into a run, tripping in rhythmic intervals, floundering, trying to keep up with Orlando's brisk walk. Orlando wasn't surprised, merely weary that Lilia followed. It was an insulting thought, but she reminded him of a dog who kept running long after the owner commanded him to stop, a golden lab, specifically, and he pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. Respect, Orlando, respect. She is your princess. "Does her majesty wish that I slow down?" He asked, trying to soften his tone, give her proper respect.

[She's going to break him and that polite mask will snap if she keeps at it]

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((Haha, is that good or bad?))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Well, it's going to take a while for that polite mask to come off, but once it does, I feel like they're going to get close reall fast xD]

[ʟ ᴀ ᴜ ʀ ᴀ]

((Haha, okay :) ))

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Lilia rolled her eyes slightly. "No. But out of respect to your princess, you're being rather impolite right now, aren't you? You won't stop to talk to me. That in itself is quite rude." Lilia knew he wasn't going to stop unless she said it had to be out of duty. Even then, it would be forced. Lilia, being the actress she was, suddenly got an idea. "All this running is making me light-headed," she said, dizzily. She held her arm out, and since he would be close enough to hear but still not looking, she fell to the ground, eyes closed. Lilia peeked one eye open quickly, seeing that he was still walking and closed it quickly. She had done this, faking a faint, more than several times to her family and the servants in the house, always giving then a scare. This was quite ironic, though, since she can rarely even lie and get away with it.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando stiffened at that, but he still could not answer. Where was he going? Away. That was all he knew, and to admit that would be even ruder than not answering at all. At Lilia's statement, Orlando almost groaned, knowing too well what was coming. Girls, he thought to himself again, but it was not a nonplussed tone in which he said it to himself, merely extremely exasperated. He did not flinch when she went down, did not even widen his eyes, only looked wearily at the princess, and picked her up as if she were a doll, walking the opposite direction, back to her horse. "Well then, your highness, I give you my sincere apology." He replied to the limp form in his hands, quickening his stride as if the extra 100 or so pounds was nothing, and it was. The training had been brutal, but it had prepared Orlando for, er, carrying princesses who faked faintings out of anger.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[I feel like Lilia will kick him or something xD]

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Lilia groaned. Why hadn't that worked? It always worked, even on her own family! Lilia glared at him and stood up as soon as he had set her down. "So you are going to answer me after all, then, correct? You must be going somewhere. Especially if you don't want me coming. A simple walk I. The forest is not dangerous, so there is somewhere you are to be, am I correct?" Lilia was only guessing here, and it most likely showed, but she didn't care. If he answered yes, she would just ask where and why it was so important. If it was a no that came from him, she would just ask why he hand not allow her to accompany him or just say this in the first place. Lilia placed her hands on her hips again, waiting for an answer.

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((Haha, oops XD I'll keep that in mind, since I already finished this one and I can't edit it (stupid mobile ._.)))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Also, she reminds me so much of Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean, if you've watched the series.]

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((Oh my god, yes!!! Those was like, my favorite movies when I was little))

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((*creepin* I agree that she's kinda like Elizabeth *moonwalking back to the dark*))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

"I am going somewhere, your majesty, but the place should not concern you. It will be growing dark soon, her majesty's parents will be getting worried." His tone was polite, and now it was deferential, genuinely respectful as he looked down abashedly. He shouldn't have been so stubborn, so angry-- he had no right, while she, on the other hand, was right to be indignant with his actions. Some gentleman you are, he thought to himself, and still, he could not bring himself to answer the initial question. "Let me accompany you back to your horse, my lady. I apologize for my proposterous behavior, I did not mean to lose my head." If Eowyn was here, she would've snorted, loudly, too. If Orlando had lost his head, the princess had ripped it off her own neck and smashed it between her toes. But respect was his, and her reminder was enough for him to remember.

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((XD I never realized that. Guess that's were I got that from, then))

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Lilia rolled her eyes once more, sighing along with this. "I just want to know where you're going! And my parents won't care, they'll just think I'm with Charlie or Roan or someone. Even if I am out here, they won't care as long as I come back some time. I was once gone for three days and they were fine when I came back." Lilia shook her head, as if to her back on topic. "Why can't I come? It's just the forest, I know it like the back of my hand. I could never get lost, and I'm certainly not scared of the dark, if this was what you were thinking. Now, may I come or not?" Lilia grinned.

((He should say no again and then she kicks him XD))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Orlando frowned. Maybe that was the case, but Steinberg would never permit such a thing. Rumors always popped up like daisies when a girl and a boy were alone together... especially after it grew dark, and when this woman was the princess?! No, it would definitely not do. "Her majesty should be attending the dinner-- they will mark her absence and I do not desire to be part of the cause," he said quietly, but determinedly. His mind was already made up. He had a way with horses, and he knew that if he talked, stood, whistled just so, Lilia's horse would take her safely back to the palace. In any case, the horse would heed orders, suggestions, any comment better than the princess was, and that was a relief in itself. His face was still forcedly easy-going, but the determination shown through. He was done-- in this case, his duty was to a higher call, and that was the call of his moral fiber, which told him that complying to the princess's wishes was an extremely bad idea.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Ahahaha now I'm seeing Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann, British accents and all, ahahahaha this is great]

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Lilia frowned, her frown growing into a scowl. She would not just let him say no. Sure, she'd just have to sneak into the kitchen for food when she got back, but that didn't stop her from anything. Actually, him just saying no, she wasn't allowed to accompany him just made her want to escape the palace and the royalty and go into the woods, just explore. All of a sudden, Lilia drew her foot back and kicked in him in the shin as hard as she could. She may be small, but she had quite a lot of force in her, and could do damage if she wished.

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((Haha, me too, this is going to be fun XD))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Now that, Orlando had not been expecting. As small as she was, her legs were strong, and it hurt, making his eyes widen, as he tried not to wince, his hands clenching into fists as he gave a grimace, forgetting all manners of etiquette and deciding he was done for. He picked up the girl, swung her over his shoulder, and continued to walk, quickening his pace so he was almost running. "Her. Majesty. Will. Go. Back. To. The. Palace." He said through gritted teeth. He could feel the bruise forming already on his throbbing shin-- did she have to kick that hard?