The princess heard her mother’s voice and instantly her body went rigid.
She stopped mid-step, foot hovering above the ground as her face scrunched up in disdain. Bloody Hell, her mother spotted her – which wasn’t that hard to understand – not with this trademark mop of red curls bouncing around everywhere.
“Ha—- mum!” Merida called out as she began to twist around, nervously at the start, to a bounce as she landed, arms behind her back, hands clasped together. “Thereee ye are.” The redhead chuckled as she acted completely innocent. She edged closer, but kept her distance, she didn’t need her mother dragging her to the lesson room by the ear… again.
The archer raised her ginger brows, feigning laughter and innocence,
“Ah came lookin’ fer you.”
Cautiously she moved closer, hands dislodging and her arms swinging in their usual proud way. She had got away with, come on Mummy, tell her she got away with it. Grinning Merida leaned a little closer to her mother, tilting her head and giving a small probably unappreciated giggle, “So—- the lesson?”
This girl.
She gets this from her father, I just know it.
❝ A Princess must notfib. ❞
The tone in her voice only grew with displeasure.
The Queen was her mother, she knew perfectly well
when she lied.
Ignoring fact, she over heard the
child & her husband talking.
❝ Now, now hurry up & get the room.
If yer lucky, I might even allow the
lesson to finish much later. ❞
The brunette always knew, how to get under
her daughter’s skin. Accidentally of course.
The queen is to have a
wee little talk with The King
later.
Turning away from the younger female,
her hand gracefully lifted in the air.
❝ Merida, let’s go. ❞