life as escaped princess

Scar is in Trouble Part l

SCAR IS IN TROUBLE

I FINISH THIS CHAPTER YESTERDAY BUT NOT YET SATISFIED SO I ADD MORE THAN I USED TO.

I really put my heart making this chapter!

I am sitting on my bed my attention is solely sharpening my sets of daggers, arrow heads and cleaning my sword and bow. Oh I love doing this with my free time within my chamber inside the castle and not facing thw wrath of my father. Before doing it my body instantly make sure the room is locked, I think it’s habitual, well I dont want anybody to see what the hell am I doing especially when some devil incarnate suddenly barge in my room. Hell will broke lose to why I am holding such dangerous weapons that when I am inside the castle but right now I’m still cautious inside this ship.

 Also I don’t want the crew to know I have too many weapons in my possession and I don’t want them to see it. They will steal it the moment they saw all of this. These entire weapons are specifically made for me the sword and bow/arrow head. The sword have a precious crystal embedded on its hilt the same color as my eyes emerald that’s shine brightly when im still young but I noticed growing up my eyes become darker shades like a Verdite stone. Its now different color like what Arthur and my father had. I question this many times to myself but I didn’t get any answers. My bow have intricate carve design on it. It’s a worth of fortune on other peoples eye but priceless for me for it’s a gift gave by my brothers. The daggers are just additional, well I could throw these things but sometimes I can’t just afford just to throw them randomly, its costly to buy again. shut up mind I am not stupid ok.

“huff..i miss the warm food, roasted chicken or pig unlike this dried things I have in my pack ugh…ooooh the sweet chocolate muffin and cookies liz would make every diner.” My stomach grumbles protesting right for the thought of food. I think I have drool on my mouth right now. Such unlady like behavior. I laugh internally at this.

Rubbing my stomach “I know your hungry right now but still not the time for lunch” I think I am getting a bit crazy by smooth talking to myself right now. I grimace because the food at breakfast isn’t really palatable like I always consume. With meat broth soup and a half piece of black bread the captain gave specifically to me and wont eat the same food the passenger have. So I wont attract attention to why my food is different from the crew and passenger food.

The crew knew that I am a crew too, harts favor but they didnt question me is because I am aloof and unfriendly.  I don’t converse to the staff here; I always make sure I wear a scarf that conceals my head and half of my face so you could only see my eyes. That way they wont question me why I don’t grow beard. I don’t want them to have any idea as I why I don’t have it and also my neck for Adams apple.

I look like an assassin for the way I look but still there’s some really talkative type of crew member that wont leave my side, sometimes I just nod or wave.

 I think they thought of me like a mute person. I only talk to hart and try to control my voice like a man so no one can guess what I really am.

I don’t want to open my pack so I can still have food when I descend on this ship.

A three consecutive knock breaks my concentration and put down the sword I am wiping. I stop what I am doing the moment I heard the knock. I then immediately lift the straw bed to cover the weapons and smooth it out.

Who might be here this time “who’s there” I ask the person behind my door.

“its me lass, let me in” he said, in a low soft voice. I hear him chuckle

“do you have someone with you right now” I ask again itching to go near the door before removing the lock.

“no lass im alone” he replied.