Your a What?

yeah so this has actually been sitting around I totally didn't to think to oh I don't know upload it. So here it is back with Quinn and all of her sarcasm. God this is a great character for a sarcastic outlit.

Quinn was quite happy with her appearance, having blue hair made her feel very happy, and gave her a new found energy to speak with Martin. Entering back into Bruma's castle was easy, what with all the googly eyed guards who always seem to stare at walls all day. Once in the kitchens she blended quickly in with the other servant girls and was even ordered to take Martin his food.

Stupid people never ceased to amaze her.

Walking into the dining area carrying his food tray she felt a surge of confidence that she could do this. And so the game began.

Throughout the evening she continued to serve Martin without saying a word. Her voice tended to be a very memorable one. And he in all of his beauty was none the wiser, giving her smiles of thanks. Which made Quinn happy and yet disappointed that he was that daft.

Jaufree on the other hand in all of his boring glory, did notice her. From the wide eyed look he gave, but he seemed to have no desire to turn her in. Perhaps he was aware that she was on their side, but then again...No. She wouldn't dwell on it.

To the reputation of Bruma's servants being made up or Nordic idiots, they were wrong. It was made up of stupid imperial idiots, which meant twice the stupid. But twice as easy for Quinn. They even assigned the girl they had never seen as Martin's handmaiden, because she was pretty. It was hard to keep any type of faith in humanity with that mindset.

Not that she minded, she thought to herself as she happily helped Martin undress,mans thanked whatever deity had allowed for there to be no butlers available.

"So dear lady what shall I call you." Martin said after she had helped him.

Gods his smile is beautiful

"Antoinette. Antoinette Marie." She said using the name of her dead friend. One she had once mentioned to Martin during her confession. Though he gave no sign of recognition at the name. But then again he was quite a good at masking his emotions. A trait she had taught him.

"A fine name if any." He said smiling at her.

She smiled back trying to ignore her disappointment. But there was still time and he was still here.

"Thank you for your assistance you may go now." And like that Quinn was dismissed as he prepared for bed. Though sleep was one thing Quinn did not have on her mind as she rushed back to the servants quarters and into Markus' quarters. Thankful he wasn't there she changed into her shrouded armor.

Quinn still had business to do and that involved making sure Martin didn't die under the so called "watch" of the guards in castle Bruma. In fact she was able to easily sneak into his room. Because his windows managed to be unguarded. It's like they were daring an assassin to come in. They basically were screaming "WE DON'T CARE!"

Not that Quinn minded it allowed for her to protect him herself. She could rely on herself bette than some nimrod guard.

So Quinn settled down to watch Martin for the night.

The next morning Martin was much more talkative as Quinn helped him to dress. Though it was all about questions of what life in Bruma was like, and Quinn had no freaking clue what to say.

"What do the people around here do?"

Well their all as boring as the countess and spend their days in the Chapel praying to their useless gods.

"Work hard your majesty. And do their best to make it day by day."

"I thought Bruma was made up of fairly wealthy citizens?"

And who ever told you that is still laughing that you believed them. A countess doesn't get as big as this one for free. But that's what taxes are for!

"There are poor everywhere your majesty."

"I suppose that is true. Thank your for your help Antoinette. " And like that she was dismissed again to continue her job of being his only real guard. And for several days this pattern continued as Martin worked with building a friendship with the Countess and it was all strangely uneventful. No murder attempts and to that Quinn was thankful. Though she did continue to drop hints to Martin of who she was he remained oblivious. Or so she had thought until one night, when she decided to eavesdrop on his conversation with Jaufree.

When they distinguish your name

It may extinguish your flame

I'm gonna take my bow

And disappear into the sound

I'm leaving my cage on the ground

When I take my bow

I'm watching it burn to the ground

See my feet flying up through the clouds

One day distinguish your name (I'm leaving my cage on the ground)

It may extinguish your flame (I'm leaving my cage on the ground)

So trade those ashes for a crown

-Flyleaf

And here is this super late chapter. The song is by Flyleaf, cage on the ground and I do not own it. Or Oblivion for that matter! The lyrics were found on