The sun's rays hit the white curtains that swayed in the wind, causing the golden light to dance across the chamber. A delicate hand appeared from underneath the blanket, before it pulled away the white sheet, revealing a curvaceous and seductive body that lay there. Red locks, long and wavy fell over Miriel's slender figure with grace. One violet eye opened halfway, and a soft sigh escaped her luscious lips. The Head Guard slipped out of bed, shaking her head as her fiery hair cascaded down her smooth back. Miriel had a grand room for her position as Head Guard in Fregyard, mainly because she was also the King's ward, a step-sister to the Princess Selene. Princess Selene was compliant and quiet, whilst on the contrary, Miriel was feisty and an absolute bitch. She swayed her hips as she walked over to her closet, now taking one of the dresses from its clasp. It was a gorgeous dark blue that complimented her auburn-orange locks.
"Out, you disgusting human! How dare you enter my domain without my permission!" The maid had indeed given Miriel a shock. She had struck a nerve (like most did.) "Out with you!" Miriel scoffed after the hopeless girl had scurried off and away.
"You are as fair as they come." A low, meaningful voice echoed through her room. Standing at the entrance was Sir Thomas Hameristan, the General of Freygard's finest army and fist to Miriel. Also, he was the King's most trusted Knight in literally shining armour. He was relatively tall in height, with his dirty blonde hair neatly and piously pulled back from his large forehead into a ponytail. The grandeur of his presence was reiterated by what he was clad in. A fine, tailored red tunic with exquisite midnight blue pants and silver braces that reflected the sun's glory. He had a grin on his face, bearing his teeth at Miriel, a hand resting at his leather belt which sat his waist.
"Indeed, Sir." Miriel flashed him a playful smile. "But whom let you into my room? Was it that ghastly maid who I despise greatly?"
"No indeed," Thomas chuckled, "I let myself in to see my lovely fiancée."
Miriel in her undergarments pitter-pattered up to her lover and future-to-be-husband to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Thomas hugged her before stepping away.
"I am sorry but duty calls me to action. Today," The Knight proclaimed, "I will find those infamous thieves that call themselves Sun and Moon." Hameristan spat with displeasure. "Today these intruders to our society's peace will crumble at the hands of Sir Hameristan himself." Thomas tightened his hand into a ball and thumped the fist against his chest with a send of honour and pride. Honour and Pride were very important to Sir Thomas Hameristan.
"Your ego has been damaged indeed, my dear. No one has sighted Sun and Moon yet, they outwit you Every. Single. Time." Miriel rolled her eyes and smiled as politely as she could.
"For years I have been chasing and tracking them. Their existence is all we need to capture them and end their miserable lives. I will not give up nor rest to the filth that they are, and my men will always endeavour to do their best to catch them." Thomas began to pace outside the room with angst now, but he spoke with confidence. "I must go now, Miriel." He turned to face her. "I will return later tonight. Be well." And with that, he turned heel and dismissed himself in an orderly manner.
Miriel exhaled in disappointment. She wandered whether she would ever see that glint of affection deep within his gray orbs. She, was undoubtedly, convinced that she was in love with him, and him her. Yet something provoked her to ponder on the thought if he would ever open up to her like romance should do.
"I didn't mean to be late, Missus. I-I just had to help poor Henry out of bed. Ye see-"
"Silence!"
Miriel was standing with her hands clasped behind her back, in front of a young man or squire that was part of her squad. The naïve guard had sweat-beads forming on his head, teeth chattering as the Head Guard stared ferociously at him, no sense or hint of compassion in her gaze. She awaited for him to open his blabbering mouth once more, which he did.
"Henry jus' needed a little help, Miss. Only yesterday did he-"
"I know what he did." Miriel cut in sharply, the rest of the guards refraining from jumping out of their socks at her harsh tone.
"…he was speared in the leg." The guard completed his sentence as Miriel stared him down with disapproval. There was an awkward silence between the commander and the trainee.
"How am I supposed to train you lot if you can't even handle a little cut? A simple injury?"
Henry, the limping guard coughed comfortably. "And you!" Miriel spun on heel to penetrate her purple gaze right through the injured human. He shook with fear, quaking in his boots. "Need to toughen the fuck up and not rely on your pathetic comrade. He's got his own shit to worry about. You are all a useless group of lazy men that will never excel in fighting if you Cannot. Handle. A. Simple. TINY. Injury." Miriel gave them what for. "Now, leave. Or I will give you a punishment you will all regret. And I better not see you and Henry in particular, loitering around otherwise I really will loose it!" Miriel strode away now in a huff, storming off as she kicked Henry's sore leg.