Nina was an honest person, often meaning no harm. Sometimes, things would just bubble up in her head, and for some reason, something inside her just begged for those things to be set free for the world to hear. Most people would just say she wanted the attention that came with making some very bold claims, but she, on the other hand, would argue that she just wanted people to be aware of how some eyes perceived them, no rudeness intended (unless it was blatantly obvious).

It became a weekly thing for Nina to try to chat up whoever had prison shift. Sometimes, she ended up making mistakes she could have easily avoided had she just kept her big fat mouth shut when feeding time came. This was especially so with her head stuck between those bars, open, defenseless, and vulnerable... Vulnerable to... Boots.

First up, there came Effie, who walked down the halls with the metal of her armor clinking loudly; Nina knew who it was the moment she heard her walk inside the prison. In her hands was of a tray of grub, nothing special, but valuable in the eyes of one who could no longer eat whenever she pleased.

"Well, here you are." Effie sighed, placing the tray on the ground before the cell. "Lots of protein in this I hope; you can't build strong muscles if you don't get your protein."

The conversation should have been simple; a simple 'here you go' and a humble response of 'thanks for bringing this to me'...

But along came Nina's mouth.

"Thanks." she looked up to the woman before reaching her hands through the bars to touch her meal. "So um... You're one of Elise's retainers, right?"

"That's Lady Elise to you."

"Right; you're Lady Elise's retainer. It sure is a good thing she has you to protect you. With a voice like yours shouting at me, I'd be horrified to be your foe."

She saw Effie flinch.

"I'm sorry? My... Voice?"

"Yeah. Your voice."

"What about my voice?"

"You know... You sound like a boy going through puberty, and gosh is that pretty deep for a woman if you ask me."

The moment Effie stopped talking to her, Nina realized she had obviously said something wrong. This was confirmed when the woman leaned over, took the tray back in her hands, then rose back up; the food had not even been touched, to Nina's dismay, and no matter how long or how desperately she begged, she could not get it back.

"You're lucky I'm gentle with my allies."

And with that, Effie walked away, taking Nina's meal along with her.

The next week, down the hall came Arthur; she knew it was Arthur before she even saw him, seeing that his voice, trembling with might, rang down the cobblestone hall.

"At last, criminals, you all see justice! Taste the taste of goodness and see where your fiendish crimes deliver you! I have brought your meal of justice here along with me, and justice is best served cold."

The tray landed before her, and whatever was inside of it splattered on her face. Normally, Nina wouldn't have squirmed quite as much, but she didn't know what had splattered on her face was (and it was cold). So, she began to struggle, holding back a gag.

"Gah! What is this? Get it off! Get it off!"

"That, fiend, is my great grandmother's secret oatmeal recipe; I cooked it specially for the army this morning! Lucky you; there happened to be some left or else you would have gone hungry! Mercy knows no bounds, for it sees far past the muck and grime of a criminal's heart."

Her hands reached through the bars again, bringing themselves to her face, still stuck between the gate. There, she angrily wiped the "oatmeal" away.

"You cooked this?" she inquired. "And people ate it this morning?"

"Quite so! It was a very popular dish. Why, I lost count of the several requests for seconds!"

Nina became still, looking up to the man, studying his muscular frame, his square chin, and his short golden hair; before long, she anchored a brow.

"W-Wow... I'm impressed. I never thought you a cook, Arthur. Up until now I always thought you were only good for wearing dorky costumes and being poked fun at... All in the name of justice!" she cracked a grin that attempted to be friendly.

Like Effie, however, Arthur stopped talking to her, giving her a face of disgust. Slowly, his expression dropped, his hands, once balled against his hips, slid down and slapped against his toned thighs. He sighed before turning around.

"Don't you listen to her, Arthur; she's a criminal, and criminals do nothing but harm, even to the things intangible... Like your ego for example." he began to walk away. "Lord Corrin will hear of this, young lady!"

Up next for prison duty was Selena...

...Nina was smart enough to keep her mouth shut when Selena brought her dinner.

After Selena came Soleil, who she was surprised to see walking down the hall of cobblestone with her meal in hand. Boy was Nina in for it when Soleil finally caught eye of her, for quickly afterwards, a sly grin spread across her lips.

"Oh, hi Nina. I've been wondering where you went; here all this time I thought you'd run away or something." she chuckled. "You must be who this food was meant for... But geez, it looks like your stuck and there's no way of getting it..."

Nina frowned before beginning to struggle again, trying to pull her head back into her cell.

"Shut your mouth." she grumbled. "We're friends, aren't we? How about you go fetch me those keys over there and bust me out of here. You're the one who said the truth feels good, right? Well I have to say that doesn't even lick truth!"

She knew something bad was going to go down when she heard Soleil laugh again.

"You know, boy lover, you're really in no position to be calling the shots. I mean, just look at you with your head stuck between those bars! You look like a piece of art!" she giggled. "Since I've got your food here, and I can easily do other things with it. I guess you have to do whatever I say so that you don't starve... Miright?""Some friend you are!" Nina hissed. "What do you want?"

"I want you to admit that I was right all along: boys're disgusting!"

"No way!" she began to thrash, unable to escape. "Have you ever been close to a chiseled boy, his chest on display for the world to see? Or the purity of the friendship between two of them? The undying commitment that never stays angry or holds grudges? How can you call that disgusting?"

Soleil continued to grin, her eyes narrowing; at last, she turned around, the tray in her hands the entire time, before she slowly made her way back up the hall.

"Aw... What a shame... I guess there'll be no lunch in your belly today. Maybe you'll have better luck at dinner."

And lastly, there came Charlotte's shift...

Charlotte came down the hall one day, a tray in her hand, humming a song to herself. She didn't announce anything to Nina, but instead approached her quietly, set the tray in front of the cell, then cleared her throat.

"There you go. Eat up." she said simply.

"Thanks." Nina had learned to take her food the quickest she could, then shove what she could in her mouth. In the meantime, as she chewed on... Something... She looked up to the woman, observing her light golden hair, which cascaded down her back, nearing her tailbone. It went without arguing that Charlotte had very pretty hair and a very pretty form...

Everybody could see that form of hers; such caused a question to bubble in that little head of Nina's, and she was a fool to humor it.

"So, um... Miss Charlotte?"

She watched Charlotte lean over, her face nearing hers.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering... Have you ever heard of clothes before? How do you survive winter like that?"

Quickly afterwards, Charlotte's face contorted, her face turning beet red.

"Whaddya mean do I know what clothes are?" she boomed. "Does it not look like I'm wearing some right now? What kind of question is that?"

Nina, cowering, could not free herself to get away from the angered Charlotte. Instead, she held her hands up as if to ask for her to calm.

It didn't work.

"Well, you're not really wearing all that much... If you ask me, it kinda makes you look like a-"

The toe of Charlotte's boot met her face before she could finish. It was a kick so powerful she could have sworn she felt her nose break! It was a kick so powerful blood gushed out of her nostrils before the her foot even made contact! It was a kick so powerful it set her head free of its barred prison, sending her flying back into her cell!

Nina skidded across the ground, her arms and braids alike spread over a few strands of hay from the bedding in the corner. She moaned horrifically, reluctant to lift even a finger as she slowly curled into a ball, cupping her hands over her nose.

"I'm not taking that sort of crap from you!" Charlotte boomed before kicking the tray of lunch. "Why don't you just starve in this cell? Go on and die!" having said everything, Charlotte stormed out of the prison, leaving Nina behind with what she was sure was a broken nose.