girl out of time

12) gun point

it had been two days since Cura had entered the princes room

And He still didn't know what to make of her.

She seemed timid and unnoticeable, but she always succeeded in catching his eye when she entered the room.

It wasn't like she was unattractive. no. quite the opposite. but with her head always downcast it was something not meany people witnessed.

But something was wrong about her. Something in the way she walked and spoke. something about her didn't quite... Fit.

But he couldn't put his finger in it.

Author watched her as she stood in the dining hall, from his point between my father and sister at the dining table.

Cura was waiting for someone to require a refill of a drink with there evening meal. back to the wall fiddling nervously with the tray she balanced her wine jug on, like she always did. Her unfamiliar familiar green eyes never staying still long enough to get a good look at them.

But tonight something seems wrong. instead of her eyes resting on the floor. they flicked around. first to the people in the room ,then the ceiling ,the door and repeated.

Her nervous fidgeting seems anxious. on edge. and her expression was weary.

As if waiting for something bad to happen.

Once again alarm bells went off in his head. He recognized that look. he'd seen it before.

Images of Cura and Sakura eat away his insides but he removed them from his thoughts.

She could not be!

She wouldn't have come hear?

Right?

Thunder rumbled over head. the noise reverberating in his gut. putting him on high alert.

"Are you quite well brother? you seem Ill at ease tonight". his sister said from his right placing delicate hand on his arm. braking his Revere. She looked more like there father, as he his late mother. like father, her brown hair was on the light side and her eyes were such a dark shade of blue they seemed black, But her fetchers were delicate like there mothers. he on the other hand got there fathers sharp fetchers and his mothers hair and bright blue eyes.

"I am quite well Jetta, I'm just weary."

She seams amused at my statement, leaning over to speak quietly in my ear.

"I approve if her brother. but father will not."

If he had bin drinking he wold have spat it across the room.

"I beg your pardon. I know not of who you speak!"

Jetta giggled at him.

"oh, you know of who I speak. you have been glancing at her all dinner, you seem quite smitten with her."

He couldn't help but glance at Cura across the room who was still scanning the room tensely and was now fiddling with something in the folds of her dress.

"I am not smitten with Cura."

"Yet you know her name?" her face split into a triumphant grin.

Author blushed slightly at being out smarted by his quick witted sister, but refused to back down.

" I am not smitten with her. she's just... different."

At this moment lightning cracked thru the room. casting everyone in harsh contrast.

Without even thinking he glanced to were Cura was placed.

only to feel his stomach fill with unease.