Sister of Revolutions and Lies

Chapter Two - Third Princess of Britannia, Princess Artemisia

Two years later, at the age of seventeen, Artemisia walked down the halls of her father's castle. She wore her military outfit, her knights and dogs followed hot on her heels. Her hands clasped together behind her back. In the past two years the Third Princess of Britannia has become one of the most loved and peaceful amongst her siblings. But she was also a soldier, a merciful one, but still a soldier, and she had the scars to prove it. Attached to her waist was her blade. She was littered on scars, the front part of her arms scarred, while cuts littered over top the arms. She looked up as she walked, it wasn't just her arms that were scarred, but also her legs, and upper body.
Scars of all shapes and sizes littered the princess. For she was peaceful yes, but she was a warrior. She fought her own battles, after all how could she expect others to die when she herself was not willing to die. Now, as the princess walked into the light and past a few of her siblings, who scowled at the princess. After all, how could she be their father's favorite when she was not beautiful anymore. It wasn't the scars hidden behind the clothing that made them scowl, nor the scars that littered her arms, for those were easy to hide.
No, it was the scars littering her face that made them scowl. There was a scar, starting at her hair line and moving down diagonally, cutting across her right eye brow and barely missing her right eye, stopping just below her right cheek bond. Another one across the bridge of her nose, starting at the corner of her left eye and stopping at the corner of her right. She had another that started at the corner of her left eye, and reached down to her chin. With another starting at the right of her nose and reaching down across her lip, stopping at her chin. Then the last scar, it started at the corner of her nose on the left side, all the way over to her ear. Yet still, despite these scars the emperor called her his most beautiful daughter, his favorite child. Turning the Third Princess smiled at her sibling, and they softened.
Because how could anyone hate sweet Artemisia? Yes, they were jealous of her, envious of her. But how could they hate the one sibling that loved them all so wholly, so purely. How could they despise the only sibling that was not truly a threat? The only sibling who didn't want the throne, the only sibling who just loved and wanted to be loved. For they all loved her, maybe not as much as she loved them, or in the same way she loved them. But they all loved sweet, gentle, protective, and loving Artemisia. The princess came to a stop before the door, taking in a breath she reached to open the doors.
Yet her hands hadn't even unclasped when the doors opened. She hummed and entered the doors, walking until she was at the door of the stairs as she dropped into a low curtsy, almost kneeling. "You called for me, father?"
"Artemisia, my favorite child." She didn't answer. "I did, I would like you to retreat from the front lines." Her eyes widened and she looked up. How could he ask that of her? Artemisia loved it there. She loved protecting and helping her people, he knew that. Before she could protest, his hand raised. "Only temporary, my child." She blinked. "From now, and for the foreseeable future I would like you to stay in Area Eleven. Maybe your presence can help the Elevens settle down a bit, calm and become... complacent in their new lives and status." She sighed, but looking up, the Third Princess of Britannia, Princess Artemisia smiled at her father.
"As you wish, father." She stood up, that soft smile one her face like always as she turned. "I shall be on my way then." With that she walked away.

After a long tiresome flight, Artemisia walked down the halls of her beloved brother's manor in area eleven. Her hands clasped together as she walked. Her mask tightly in place, her siren like eyes softened, a soft smile on her face as her hands were clasped behind her back. Her guards and pets followed after her. "—It's all in the performance, since the media wants a ceramic prince I give them one." Smiling a little bit more genuinely she spoke. Her voice carrying over the crowed, soft and melodic. Catching everyone's attention.
"Quite the performance brother." Clovis froze for a second, then he laughed walking forward and sending his sister by her cheeks. Kissing her forehead and then pulling her into a hug.
"You are early! It is good to see you sister?" That was when a man appeared. Stepping back the princess, who was still on her military get up, watched her brother hiss and glare at the soldier. Her brows furrowed as the soldier walked away. She ,over closer, linking her arm with his. "Vis, why was there a soldier talking to you just know?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, so only he could hear. "Is it the terrorists." Her brows furrowed in worry. "Are they giving you that much trouble?" She looked him up and down, brows raised in slight worry.
"You will not go after them. You've already been injured far too many times." Artemisia rolled her eyes.
"I'm a soldier Clovis. I'll be fine." He hissed out his next words. Trying to hid the worry and fear in his voice, but he failed. Artemisia saw through it, she always saw through it.
"Artemisia!" He hissed out her name. "You've been blown up, shot, and stabbed, and  cut more times than I can count." He reached up. Holding her hand that held his bicep as the two walked. "My beloved, sweet, sister. You were sent here to have a break, to relax. So please, do so. You have more than deserved it." Sighing, the slightly younger royal spoke.
"Oh come now Clovis." She raised her hand other and placed it atop his. "I've been fighting for two years now, I'm not a weak woman." She smiled at him then turned her gaze up, pointedly ignoring her brother's exasperation sigh. "Feng, please go ready the nightmare's." She turned her gaze and smiled at her brother. "I shall give you some aid brother, after all. It is what siblings do."
"Yes ma'am." Feng answered.
"You never change sister." Smiling the girl released her brother.
"I shall see you later, brother." The Third Princess and Third Prince left each others sides.