All is Fair in Love and War

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

THIS PICTURE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME I JUST ADDED THE WORDS, FLAGS, AND THE MINI DRAWINGS!

Also Happy Birthday to @GlenMarie841 (I know it's late but everything got deleted so it was a mess)

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It is a quiet morning at the castle, not a scream or the maniacal laugh of three sisters not even the click and clack of heels from its powerful sophisticated but dangerous head of household or the assassin's feather-like steps. That was until you, said assassin, was rudely awakened from your slumber.

Shooting up from in bed only in your boxers and a bra you frantically turn around in a 360, dagger pointed everywhere you turned ready to stab anything and anyone. After making sure there were no intruders in your room you lower the dagger and slip off the bed. Lazily you throw the dagger, and it embeds in the dart board on your wall as you move into the bathroom rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You strip off your clothes and hop into the shower letting the scorching water fall onto your body.

"It's too early in the morning what in the world is that man doing in that factory," you fuss as you scrub the soap into your body. It really should not startle you anymore, but it does, Heisenburg, the Lady's brother, owns the factory in the village and is always up and about doing God knows what. She says the explosions happen often but during the night because as he says, 'that's when the most brilliant ideas happen'. Though you admire him for wanting to build something world-changing, you would like to stay in bed till it is the appropriate time to get up.

You close your eyes and hum a low melodious tune in the months you have been here you have picked up new ways to enjoy music since your phone is still not in its original state but is good enough that you order a new phone. Deciding to be funny you style your hair in the shape of a donut and strike a pose.

"I'm sexy and I know it."

You began to shake your body to the nonexistent beat as scrubbing away at your body. After you finish you step out of the shower wrapping the big white fluffy body towel around your body, before proceeding to move to the sink to blow dry your hair. You have been at the castle for a while now and with that, you've convinced the Lady to let you and the valued house cleaners that she deems worthy to have more modern things. Even the girls have modern stuff like TVs and hair curlers, though Lady Dimitrescu forbids you from ordering any type of technology like phones, tablets, not even a computer! Your luck allowed you to fix your phone enough to where you could order yourself a new one but, like a child, you have a schedule on when and where you could use it.

The Lady has told you not to use the phone before 7 am or after 10 pm and has banned you from using it at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She allows you to use it though during your breaks of checking the premise for trespassers, checking the castle for any possible hidden entryways that the maidens could use to escape, and making sure that the feeding grounds for the lycans have not moved closer to the border of the Lady's territory.

After drying your hair, you braid it lazily and tie the end off before tossing the towel into your laundry basket. Sauntering back into the main room you glide over to the closet bopping your head as you pick and toss clothes everywhere.

"I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday" you sing as you settle for a pair of high-waisted khaki trousers along with a black transparent turn-down collar shirt. You leave four buttons undone and opting to wear your black leather mid-calf boots you tuck the trouser ends into the boot and grab your hostler and set the sword in it. Though it is your off day you would rather be prepared than vulnerable.

"Dakota and Aspen come on get up you big furry babies!" you walk back into the room to see both up and already. You quirk an eyebrow suspicious of their behavior and slowly walk standing in front of them. Ice blue and flaming gold eyes just stare right back at you and you move behind them to look at the calendar feeling like you forgot something. When you look at the calendar you look at the day circled in red and gasp. Making Mocha and Frappe wake from their nap who eventually leave the room to find somewhere quieter.