An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A strange proposition

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = [... ...]

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...Sometimes, there can be hidden opportunities...

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''Step aside, Zenon. Now!''

Commanded an ten year old silver haired, red eyed girl to a young, though more imposing figure that was blocking her way out of her room which appeared not at all face by her words. Something that she knew well enough for no simple eleven year old girl would be able to convince if not cowed a knight into listening to her.

Yet her voice remained as steadfast and resolute to see that which she wanted to be fulfilled, what she lacked in strength she had enough in silent spite to back her up her resolve.

For she was not a simple ten year old girl to listen and mindlessly believe the half baked truths of the man who pretended to act in her best interest.

Zenon.., the blond haired Knight in question was dressed in his work clothes like any other Knight, polished and clean to obscenity as she could even see her own reflection from the glint of his boots, gauntlets or chest-plate. Warped in perfumes and his head carefully shaved so that it was kept in balance he appeared ready to go out in a parade than actually guard a simple room.

He was smiling, he was always smiling....what many girls sough as attractive she believed repulsive.

There was something wrong with him, she did not know what...but she always felt uneasy in his presence.

And now she was alone in his presence, yes, there were guards outside too..., but she was Alone with him inside her room, which until now, remained locked from the inside.

''I cant...''

She fought down the urge to bit her lip and clench her fists before him, that would only made her look weak. Like a petty child throwing a tantrum..which she was, but there was no need to reinforce that idea.

She pointed one small finger and jabbed at his chest, it did nothing, but it sent the message across.

''I command you to do it...''

''As I said, I cant..''

''Do. It...''

She was not going to back down, not now, not ever...especially not in the confines of her own room. For if she did, she would never forgive herself to allow her last place she felt confident crumble by her own inaction.

Zeon grimaced, his left hand touching the handle of his sword. Clearly not taking it well with the problem he was met with.

She did not spare him any sympathy.

''For ninth time, I can't allow you to go, Princess Alexia''

''Why? In fact, you have not explain to me why are you here in the first place. Don't you know that is a crime to try to keep royalty locked without permission..?''

Each word was used like a fine sword, swinging and cutting deeply with the mastery of blade-master.

The blond Knight rose one of his hands in an easy going manner, trying to placate her..

''Believe me, that is not my intent..''

''And why should I believe you..?''

''Because those are my orders..''