“I-” Stopping himself again, he couldn’t find the strength to admit how he truly felt about the matter; she told him she didn’t want to speak any more on the subject, but he could sense her hesitance, she was different; lacking the sureness she usually sported. He felt compelled to explain himself, alas, he let himself stay quiet, just as he always done in times like this, his answer masking his feelings as usual. “You needn’t apologise, you’ve always had the best of intentions for our clan…” His hand clasped at the nape of his neck, he could barely give her a side ward glance without that familiar twinge striking his chest. “Perhaps I’m just not as strong a leader as I once thought.”
With that, he slung his weapon across his shoulder and lead his bodyguard out of their refuge; the dawns light peaking through the grey painted skies illuminating the short path to the local train station. The landscape glistened with the morning dew as the pair walked side by side, it was strange, having her by his side wasn’t something he was accustomed to. Fu, the old guard, insisted on his protection serving from the shadows, and while he wasn’t one to dismiss the traditions of the warriors; there was something comforting about having her there… Even with the awkwardness still hanging around them. “Would you like something to eat? I’m sure someone around here could get us some food.” It was all he could do to offer, lest he let the silence eat away at his conscience; he didn’t even know if there was anywhere to give them food nearby, yet he still blurted it out just to break the ever growing tension. “O-or maybe I could carry your things…? I don’t mind really…”
she truly has always carried best intentions. though, she found, she was hot - headed and brash. her willingness to throw her own life away wasn’t necessarily a good thing for the clan : yes, she should be prepared in the case that it could happen, but it shouldn’t be her only resort or throw herself recklessly into a fight without caring. lan fan simply didn’t answer, only going to reach under her bed for her arm which was wrapped in a make - shift sling over her shoulder. her silence remained until the down - putting of himself. ‘ master yao, you are not a weak leader. the willingness and compassion you show for your people and for the people who work for and with you speak louder than any words the current empire has ever said. ’ bodyguard stood behind him again, ‘ please, do not bash yourself for a role you haven’t even taken the full title of yet. ’ following the prince out, her eyes were dead - set on a path that they were traveling with her lips pursed and tight. her shoulders were stiff and tight, back straight. she felt kind of guilty for being short and still . . . moody. though something itched at her in the back of her mind that wouldn’t leave her alone despite the fact she’d tell herself : let it go.
lan fan wasn’t used to walking by him. always slinking behind him, watching over him and around him. she found herself scanning the area around them, eyes gluing to people she could see as threats. then he spoke. her feelings clouded all of her senses : including her hunger, but . . . she knew he’d like to eat, so she’d make the stop. ‘ breakfast would be nice, if you’re in the mood for it. but don’t worry about my things, i promise. ’ the idea of her being weaker hit a nerve, having to remind herself - - - the prince doesn’t think of you as weaker. he was just . . . trying to make things better after their argument. her jaw clenched a bit, the idea of having to take her mask off again irked her, but she was the one who agreed, and who knew ? maybe getting something to eat would make feel better.
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