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Cowboys and princesses don't really interact... right?
They barely even know each other exist. Hell, they were supposed to be polar opposites!
But maybe being polar opposites has its advantages. Keyword, maybe.
"Where the hell are you taking me now?" The blonde asks as they venture towards north, not really their usual route towards the west, their companion stares at them, a smile on the hooded figure's face, "You told me you trust me."
"You held me at gunpoint." Replied the taller among the two, clenching their jaw tightly as the view of a town nearby caught their attention, the hooded figure chuckles, "You're from the wild west. I've been told that you handle a gun quite well, I was actually surprised when you surrendered."
"I saw a crest on your collar, I know better."
The two continue their journey, bantering back and forth until they've both reached the palace itself, the bandit gulps.
Could this be their demise?
"There's a reason you've brought me here. If it's death I won't hesitate to shoot you in the head."
The cloaked figure shakes its head yet again, a laugh echoing the empty halls of the palace, "We all know you could kill us with one of your hands tied behind your back, Perrie. That's why we need you."
The two walk through the lengthy halls until they eventually stop in the middle of the palace, two stairs descending from the second floor, Perrie furrows her eyebrows, "You need me?"
"Me? No. I'm fully capable of protecting myself. But she isn't." Now removing her cloak, Perrie sees the woman she's been talking to for the past two days, her dark skin being exposed as it reflects the sunlight beautifully, her eyes widen, "W-Who's she?"
And as if on cue, Perrie hears the clicking of heels descend from the marble stairs, her gaze follows the sound and her jaw drops.
WIth a smirk, Leigh-Anne nods her head towards the woman in silver, crossing her arms as she places her hood up once more, "Her."
The blonde watches as she slung her rucksack on her shoulder, gulping in fear and curiosity as the woman approaches, her breath hitches and her world stops.
She's never seen a more attractive woman. Ever.
With the way her dark brown hair falls perfectly on her honey shoulders, Leigh watches as the blonde removes her hat in quite a comical way, stumbling towards the lady as she stops in front of them.
"Who's this?" She asks Leigh-Anne, not even a bit shy as she pointed towards the blonde, a slight look of disgust present on her face as she stares at the girl's tattered clothing, Perrie clears her throat.
"It's Edwards. Perrie Edwards." She introduces herself, less cocky and more nervous this time, the brunette narrows her eyes at her, "I don't really care. I wanna know who you are."
Taken aback, the westerner bites her lip, thinking of an appropriate answer when Leigh butts in, "Your father asked me to take her."
Confused, the smallest of them three tilts her head, arms crossed in front of her chest as she challenges Leigh-Anne, knowing the literal power she had over her, "For what, exactly?"
"Edwards is here to pick you up, actually."
"What?" Turning to a man coming from the east wing, Perrie straightens as Jade approaches him instead, confused, she butts in a silent, "Yeah, what?" before being elbowed by the cloaked figure beside her.
