"You are… Awfully familiar…" She murmurs, nervously, shuffling her feet.
"We've met before, Princess." Ben smirks, "4 years ago, when your brother gave his-"
"First speech" She finishes for him, still not looking up from her muddy highway woman boots, "I remember now… Paul took me away and-" she trails off, shrugging.
Paul? Ben frowns, as they start walking through the fort. Years back, he'd often dream about this woman, meeting her, once more. But now, seeing her again, all he see's is a sadness filling her eyes, apparently, she was such a happy, bubbly woman, not anymore.
They walk silently, out back of the fort double gates, where a lake sits perfectly, a beautiful view, two perfectly trimmed bushes sit on each end of the boulders near the lake, which made it all look like a painting you'd have on your wall, with the clouds in the sky, reflecting off of the shimmering water.
A small table, with a green cloth and several pistols and rifles are neatly placed is just in front of the lake.
"Shooting range" Ben explains, feeling nervous for some reason.
"You teach the men to aim?" she asks, finally looking into Bens eyes, "I have never really gotten the hang of using a rifle, just a pistol."
"I'll be happy to give you a few lessons" He smirks.
"You would… Did Sir Major Swift order you to 'look out for' me?"
Ben gives her a lopsided smile, "Indeed, ma'm,"
"And you are going to take the orders seriously. I am an adult, Captain Finn. I do not need anyone to look out for me."
He lets out a slight chuckle at her change of attitude.
Though she may call herself and adult, her age is still only 18, and Ben is 4 years older than this woman.
"I understand, Princess. But I -"
"No, no" She sighs, turning to the shooting range table, "I understand. You have a duty to do, respect and stay loyal to your major. But, please, do not tiptoe around me, and treat me like glass."
"Of course" The Captain murmurs, raising a brow in amusement.
Bit of attitude… Knows what she wants… He smirks to himself.
"Are you really going to teach me?"
"To shoot a rifle?" Ben murmurs, taking advantage at the fact her back is turned, so he can look at her backside.
"That's what I asked, did I not?"
"I'll teach you love, don't get your royal knickers in a twist"
Evelyn giggles, quickly covering it up with a small cough.
"Oh, I would be so grateful, Captain. My father never really got around to teaching me how to handle one of these" She says in awe, picking up one of the shiny polished rifles and clumsily aiming it at the home-made can targets ahead.
"Whoa, whoa" Ben explains, "like this", he turns her around properly and places his hands over her small, petite ones, guiding and showing her. "Back straight" the blond soldier adds, standing firmly behind her.
"Now… If you just carelessly fire, without aiming properly, you could hurt that pretty little face of yours."
She nods, straighten herself up, "Do you think we… We could start these lessons tomorrow, I've had a long day and-"
"Yeah, anytime" Ben answers, disappointed he has to let go of her, already. But, not wanting a slap, he does, carefully backing away as she turns, putting the rifle back on the table.
"That would be great, Captain. Is there anything else I need to be shown?"
Ben thought for a second, whether to lie and spend more time with this strange but fascinating woman, but shakes his head anyways, knowing he cant lie to a princess.
"Not at all, love. I'll take you back to Walter now."
As the pair walk back to the fort, they couldn't help but stop at hearing the calling of their names, and the sound of swords, clinking together, gunshots, running through the breezy air.
Eveyln took one look at the Captain, flashed him a shrug and a smile, before she bolted off, towards the noise and into the Fort. Ben runs after her, cursing himself for letting her run off, into what probably is a blood and guts massacre by now with his men, and the bony, lifeless bastards.