Mar 10, 2014
The Candidate and the Djinn (barbatoos)
I shouldn't be here.
Whispers of tension shivered though the princess' body as she shifted uneasily, sharp eyes darting around the captain's chambers. She'd come to Reim to conference with Mu Alexius, and had been directed to his chambers by a member of the waitstaff. What she hadn't expected, however, was to find them void of said captain.
I really have no reason to be here. Or perhaps I should wait? But he may mistake me for a courtesan...
Unbeknownst to her, she wasn't as alone as she'd initially deemed herself to be.