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

Winds of change -8

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... }

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A princess was meant to be strong..

A member of the royal family was meant to be bright and courageous to a fault, for they had to fight for the fates of those who had cast their trust in them.

It was as much of a duty as it was a gift...

Yet right now she didn't feel any ounce of bravery or strengh coursing through her veins as the glimpses of the bandits sword thrusting through the air towards her were deeply burned into her mind. Freezing her body in fright, time slowing to a crawl around her, but never stopping the inexorable advance of the killing edge.

Cold sweat sliding down her forehead and disappearing down her collarbone, cool air barely able to snuff out the metaphorical flames that had lit over her skin while a ball of ice seemed to have been dropped down her gullet without her notice.

Her sensations numbing, blocked, dulled as her brain started to disconnect what she could perceive all around her, yet Rose could still hear the sound of her voice ringing in her ears as she screamed in fright at the incoming promise of pain that would probably be her immediate end.

And if not..., then harmful enough to warrant it in a matter of minutes if she was unlucky.

But that did not happen....

She didn't feel the terrible sting of pain poking at her flesh.

She didn't heard the sound of flesh and bone breaking apart as steel made its way through them like nothing.

She didn't even hear the sound of madden glee or gasp of horror slipping from either of the men that had tried to kill/kidnap her on the spot for their own nefarious ends.

Instead she felt something else.

Something warm and calid splashing over her...

Her voice became silent as horror led way to confusion. Slowly, she opened her eyes which she had kept shut for all this time, having to find the need to raise her hands to brush away whatever had been poured over her.

It was warm, but also sticky and with a peculiar metallic scent that made her nostrils flare...

Once she managed to take a good look her eyes widened, a gasp escaping through her lips as surprise took hold of her as she came to realize what was that peculiar liquid now sliding down her golden mane and skin into her dress. Marring what had been a soft shade of pink with bright arterial red.

She was sure that it wasn't water, nor juice...could it be-?

[Blood...?]

As the word came by she smelled the metallic scent now clinging to her senses. One that though unfamiliar, she had come to get a grasp these last few days..though she did not know why.

Her eyes blinked with clear bafflement shining through them as they stared down at her hands, looking at the way the sticky liquid covered her fingers and slip past them like grime and soil would.

It was...it was a lot of blood.

How?

Why..?

What was going on..?

Those were some of the questions popping left and right inside her as she tried to come to an understanding of why was she covered in such fluid when she was completely unharmed. If one were to ignore the still lingering pang of ache coming from the hand that brute had stomped with such evil intent that is...