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Flordia sighed.
Great, just great. More lessons. More studying. More annoyingly-proper-princess instructions.
The teenaged princess had just been informed that her studies would be increased, due to the fact that she 'is going to become the next ruler, and a great ruler needs to know everything about their people'. As said by her mother. And maybe that was true, but Flordia really didn't want to be a ruler.
The girl was broken out of her thoughts as her mother walked up, worry on her face. Flordia wasn't surprised, she, too, was a little nervous at the moment. Over the past few days, letters had been arriving at the castle, letters saying that someone was planning to assassinate a member of the royal family. Rumor had it that the letters were speaking of Flordia. After all, she was the sole heir to the throne, and without her, someone non-royal would have to take the throne.
"Your bodyguard has just arrived," her mother said. "You should come and meet him. he's quite intimidating, I'm sure you'll be safe."
Flordia sighed again, but nodded and stood up from where she had been sitting in a widow seat. It wasn't that she didn't think she needed a bodyguard, after all, someone was out to kill her or her parents, it was just that she wasn't really looking forward to having someone trailing her all the time. Always over her shoulder, always
there.
"He's quite experienced too," her mother said as they walked down the halls towards the throne room where they would be meeting. "He was a mercenary before this, and he has traveled all over the world."
Suddenly, the world was bright again. He had traveled the world? He was experienced? Flordia couldn't believe it. He would be able to tell her about so many things! He would be able to tell her about different lands and cities and places! Sure, she had read about all that in books, but it would be amazing to hear a first had account of the world through a
mercenary's eyes!
They had reached the large oak doors of the throne room and the guards stationed there pulled open the doors, letting Flordia and her mother through.
Flordia looked around the room and she laid eyes on a tall, black haired man standing in the middle of the room. He was dressed completely in steel armor, which was dented and scratched from use, there was also a sword hanging from his hip, and Flordia rushed forward, princess manners forgotten.
"Good day, sir!" she said, sticking out a hand in a very unladylike manner to shake hands with him. "My name is Flordia, Florida Gindien!"