100 Reviews! Celebration!
Seriously, thank you so very much for all of the support (and time writing reviews and reading my content) that you've given me! I would list all of the people who contributed and who have been responsible for my new obsession, but unfortunately, I'm pretty sure the review system is still broken. I promise that I once the review system is back up, I will name and give shoutouts to everyone of you guys, because seriously, this is the only way I seem to be able to express how grateful and happy I am...
Trying desperately not to make this sound like a scripted, insincere thank you...
Okay, in my way of thanks, I will begin making a huge Rowaelin (which was the leading couple by far on the poll that I posted on my profile page... Go vote now if you haven't already!) one shot #50! I'm trying to figure out whether to make it funny, sad, fluff, or all of the above (which is probably what's going to happen). If you haven't noticed already, humor tends to be my forte when it comes to Rowaelin. That and sad endings... Sorry 'bout that.
Once again, thank you so much for all of the support!
Nox POV, Meeting Sardothien
"-The king's already told you all there is to know about this competition, but I figured you lot are itching to know more about each other." I listened intently to the man in front of me, running a hand through my black hair. I watched as the Weapon's Master, Brullo, pointed at a brute whose name was mentioned to be Cain. I frowned internally- I didn't like him already. "You. What's your name, occupation, and where do you hail from? And be honest about it- I know none of you are bakers and candlestick makers."
Cain's trademark grin returned. I resisted the urge to wrinkle my nose- I had met a few brutes like him back in Perranth. It didn't end well for either of us.
"Cain, soldier in the king's army. I hail from the White Fang Mountains." I'd heard of the White Fang Mountains- Of brutality and the ferocious cavemen like people who lived there.
However, Brullo barely acknowledged this information with a nod that was barely noticeable. He then turned to the next champion, who stated his name, occupation, and where he hailed from as well. It went through like that- Everybody stating their name, occupation, and so on. When it got to me, I cleared my throat and tried my best to sound confident.
"Nox Owen, Master Thief of Perranth. I hail from Perranth." I added, trying to ignore the fact that my title should've revealed the last part of my greeting to the others. However, nobody seemed to notice as the person beside me continued after me, stating his name, and so on.
I sighed in relief and continued to watch the contestants list their information, until it finally was the turn of a young lady who I've been keeping my eye on. The other champions leered at her, but the girl seemed to not notice them as she lifted her chin with unfiltered swagger and confidence. From what I recalled, she was the Prince's chosen champion. Interesting.
"Lillian Gordaina, jewel thief from Bellhaven." Ah. She was another case of a girl who stole jewels to gain her busy father's attention. I felt my gaze soften for a moment as the other men snickered. The prince was clearly too soft to have wanted to get a brute like Cain as his champion.
However, as the other men snickered, something in the girl's eyes changed- Hardened with pure determination and knowledge of something that she was keeping to herself, as if it was a secret weapon. She looked indignant, but something flashed in her eyes that made me want to keep an eye on her. I examined her and noticed that she was frightfully skinny, as if she hadn't eaten a proper meal in years. There were scars all over the exposed parts of her body, like her hands, which had their fair share of scars, deep and shallow, straight and crossed.
As the other champions departed, I vowed to myself that I would keep an eye on this Lillian Gordaina. If nothing else, she would make a great friend and ally.
Because Nox has thoughts too.
