Rory Montgomery is a lot of things to a lot of people:
Queen. Revolutionary. Real. Killer. Free. Survivor.
After crash landing on Earth with 99 other juvenile delinquents and reuniting with lost friends, Rory Montgomery learnt that Earth wasn't quit...
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"Well, well, well," a deep voice drawls out as Rory walks into the lavishly furnished room, "nice of you to grace us with your presence, your Highness."
"I'm five minutes later than I normally am because someone," she glares at the man, taking a seat opposite him nonetheless, "took too long in our shared bathroom."
"It takes time to look this good, what can I say?" He smirks.
Rory rolls her eyes, settling into the high-backed chair that has become her usual spot and reaches for a slice of the already cut bread on the packed table. She picks up one of the knives, butters the bread and takes a bite, leaning back in her chair and staring across the table at the man. She looks him up and down, taking in his appearance. He's wearing his usual dark blue shirt, has his dark brown hair pulled back in a half-bun just like normal, and his usual smug grin is present on his scarred face. Objectively speaking, Roan kom Azgeda did look good, but Rory will never admit that to him. He's insufferable enough as it is.
"I swear one of these days I'm just going to straight up murder you, Roan." She mutters, catching the apple he throws to her.
The two heirs had done the same dance every morning for the past month. By now, they knew each other's next moves like the back of their own hand. Each morning was the same, but Rory never tired of it. Breakfast was always ready and laid out for them in the dining room adjacent to Rory's quarters, the table overflowing with food. When Rory walked in that very first morning, her mouth dropped open at the sight. She'd never seen so much choice in her life, she didn't even know what to try first. She'd settled for some lightly toasted bread and a glass of water. Her choice had surprised Roan, he knew she was a Princess, he had presumed she'd be like the high-status girls back home in Azgeda who wouldn't bat an eye at the spread in front of the two of them. He had watched her curiously, seen her get some napkins and fill them with various food. Rory had felt him watching her, so she spoke up, simply telling him she didn't need it as much as the people she'd seen outside. He had nodded his head at her, then reached into the bowl of red apples, picking one out and throwing it to her then taking one for himself.
Rory still only has a piece of lightly toasted bread. But, from that day on, she swapped her glass of water for apple juice and has always been ready to catch the apple thrown at her.
"Getting murdered by you? It would be an honour, Aurora." He tells her, chuckling slightly as she purposefully flicks her knife in her hand before slicing the apple. "It would also make me feel really good about myself, you know, being the one who mentored you. Taught you everything you know!"
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"That'd be you, Fearless." He says, leaning towards her and sending her a wink.
She rolls her eyes again, a common occurrence whenever she is with Roan. "Usual plan today? Or do you have a better offer than spending the entire day with me?"
