Uhm, hello there. I'm Evangeline but I prefer being called Eva. No I'm not some prissy stuck up princess just because I have a fancy name. I am the leader of the rebels and when that... prince came up to me and actually grabbed my breasts, I did what any non slutty girl would do: beat the shit out of him. He ended up passing out and we left him like that, my breasts feeling unnecessarily violated. Since I was the leader, my people looked up to me as a hero, a beacon of hope from this tyranny of a kingdom. Right now I was being laughed at but that didn't matter. I didn't expect that dreamy eyed prince to touch me like that. But it was no matter. They knew what we fought for and having actually beaten up the prince of this dictatorship was a win/win for me. My rebels knew our cause, we knew what we fought for. And that was more than enough for me.
When we reached our base, we counted the supplies we had brought from recent raids and started distributing it out through the homes we had built for families and other rebels. The families were always given the most supplies. After distributing the food and clothes and water out, I began to play with some of the kids that were here. There was nothing else I valued more than the happiness of these children and their safety. Not only did they want to become future rebels, they were the sweetest things God could've ever put on this earth. Except when they weren't.
"Miss Eva? I gots you fwowers!"
A little boy had come up to me and in his hand were daisies. I smiled and thanked him, going to my tent and placing the flowers in a vase with water.
Staring at the flowers kind of reminded me of the prince, though I'm not sure why. Though I can say this about the prince: he's perverted, seems a little dim witted, handsome, and I want to get to know him better. I'm not sure why..I just do.
