The group stood together looking at the decorated hall, Liz stood on the right side of Percy, furthest away from the group.
"Remember what we practised. Be reserved, Be charming. Protocol." Percy lectured. Grog and Vax did their best at a curtsy, making Percy sigh. "Just follow my lead."
As they entered the castle, they were greeted by a guard sitting in a cloakroom. "Sorry, if you bought weapons, they must be checked." He informed the group. They turned to each other before emptying all of their gear on the desk in front of him.
The group made their way into the hall passing more guards.
"Um, miss." A guard stops Liz before she enters the room. "Please show me your leg." He demands bluntly.
"Trying to get a sneak peek, are we?" She teases trying to walk past.
"No, I am referring to this." He speaks, reaching to the slit in her dress and almost grabbing her thigh band. A hand grabs his wrist before it makes contact.
"Don't." Vax growls, pushing his hand away. He turns to Liz unimpressed. "Elizabeth, all weapons to the desk." He reprimands her. Liz huffs in a sulk but stomps over to the desk, giving the man four more sheathed daggers that she had hidden at the back of her thigh bands.
"I need a drink." She mutters, barging past Vax and the guard. She swipes four glasses of Champagne and chugs some down like shots. The group had already split up doing their own thing.
"Whoa, slow down there." A cute boy advises Liz as she reaches for her seventh glass. "Don't want to forget the night, do we?" He smirked, placing a hand on the small of her back, escorting her to a quiet corner of the hall. "Who do we have here?" He asked expectedly.
"Liz" She replied slowly, taking in the sight of the boy before her.
"Well Liz, care to join me for a dance?" He asked, putting his hand out as an invitation.
Just as she reached for him, a second hand snatched her away.
"Percy needs us." Vax said through gritted teeth. Liz looked at him in annoyance, but soon sighed.
"Maybe next time." She said to the awaiting boy over her shoulder as Vax had already started dragging her away through the crowd.
They stood in a little huddle as Percy looked stressed.
"White stone was my home." He addressed everyone. "Until those feigns took everything from me." He seethed looking towards the couple that entered the party.
"What do you want us to do?" Vax asked, his hold on Liz's hand tightened as she attempted to pull away. "Should we say something? To Uriel?" He proposed.
"We can't." Percy stressed.
"Looks like they're staying overnight." Vex observed.
"Why don't I make myself scarce and slip into their chambers?" Vax suggests. "See if I can figure out what they're up to."
"Yeah, sounds like a plan. But in case of trouble, we should have a safe word." Scanlon says. "Grog suggestions?"
"Right." Grog thinks. "The safe word is 'chenga'." He decides.
"Okay. My safe words mommy." Scanlan speculates.
"Well, that safe word would not work well with me." Liz winks at what she was implying.
Vax scoffs, but finally releases her hand. "Don't wander off." He orders her and makes his way to the staircase.
Liz's eyebrow twitches, not enjoying being ordered around, as she hears snickering from her knees, she glares at the gnomes, who quickly stifle their laughter and pretend not to notice.
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1 too many bards
FantasiaBeing a bard in the best group of Mercenaries in the land is not easy work let alone being the second. Liz realises that she may not be able to follow all of her rules and maybe that isn't a bad thing. Follow as she seduces, fights and ignores the a...
