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Colt.. Colt, where are you?..
That was her first thought coming back into consciousness, no care for herself, but for another despite not knowing what's going on. Instinctively feeling for her friend, though her body showed no real movement. Her legs wiggled and arms tugged, but there was nothing she could really do.
Attempting to feel only came out in muffled nonsense, Y/N knew something covered her mouth to prevent her from speaking. Vision hadn't been in her favor as well, seeing as something was covering her eyes too. But she couldn't panic, this wouldn't help herself or any possibilities of finding her friends.
I'm tied down with something strong, someone else's Nen.. Can't speak, duck tape maybe? Can't see either.. Hm, this isn't good..
She again tried to pull at her restraints, hands balled into fist with knuckles turning white. Legs straightened and heaved upwards to no avail, for the first time in many years, she had been powerless.
"My, my.. We are nothing without our Nen. Are we not, Your Majesty?"
This voice wasn't anything she recognized, it was very deep and soothing. Not one she wanted to get use to seeing how this person, this man was the enemy. After a moment of silence he laughed, the rattling of it sent shivers up her spine. His laugh was soft, and very pleasant to listen to.
"Right, you can't talk to me if your mouth is covered now can you?"
She felt something pressed gently against against the material on her lips, which eventually is pulled off without warning. Her face scrunched, but no words are exchanged. Eventually, the blindfold is removed as well, her eyes now blinking back darkness to readjust to her new surroundings. Her eyes fell upon a man, one that stared down at her with eyes a familiar dark steel blue color, long blonde hair pulled back into a mid ponytail as various blonde strains fall loosely.
His lips curled into a half smile, almost like a smirk and his clothes were solid white and layer. The weapons that settled around his form is what held other colors, his were dark shades of greys and blacks. The man's face was scarred also, fair skin showed texture. His beauty caught her off guard, but that would not chance the fact that this man was her captor.
"Why are you using your Nen to keep me at bay. If you wished to speak with me, you could have just made an appointment. I am no busy woman, that is something I can e sure you."
He hums, eyes glancing over Y/N's face as she spoke. He watched the worlds fall form her lips how her face barely changed for either a stoic or frustrated expression, not much else.
"Because that wouldn't have been fun."
"..."
The man goes to brush some thick curls out of her face, his features remaining relaxed.
"Your royal bloodline is tainted, Princess. I am here to change that, to make you whole. I've seen what you've done, thing you try to do. You, and you alone, are not like the rest of your family or your personal Royal Guards."
