Nameless Princess Not

Click, clack, click, clack, click, click, click, clack.

Kryta's pure red mary janes clicked while she ran to find Marshal. Despite her new found height and weight, she was surprisingly light for someone her size. Now that she notices how smoothly and gracefully she moves, Kryta couldn't help but wonder if the girl had played sports or something of that sort.

Click, click, click, clack, click, click, clack

The sound of clicking was heard throughout the school's hall, free for anyone to hear. No teachers came to scold the nameless girl for her troubles as the events from many days earlier had left many burning red bleeding scars. The sound of clicking almost sounded like that of a ticking clock, the sound of the inevitable time passing, not stopping for a thing til all cease to exist.

Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, clack, clack, halt.

Up ahead was Marshal with one again, the band kids. Kryta stopped, looking into the blonde's eyes, his bright sky blue eyes shining with tons of seafoam with gentle tides swaying with the moon. There he talked kindly and softly with his companions. Even after her outburst there he was being the kindest person to her as if she was a...Princess, a princess, a princess, a princess, a princess, a P R I N C E S S, A princess with a name...With name she now realizes she doesn't deserve.

Entranced with the boy's eyes, she failed to notice his gaze meeting her stare. A princess with a name, for some odd reason that thought brought Kryta a feeling of euphoria, a feeling she felt very long ago. It didn't help that the fact that he had many similar features from her old appearance brought her a feeling of home.

Marshall waved goodbye to his few remaining friends as he gazed at the tall narrowed eye girl. What did she want? He thought as he walked toward Kryta.

The sudden movement startled Kryta as she jumped and was broken at her trance. She was getting cold feet. To forget, to be a nameless princess, horrible princess, a monster, envious princess, a witch, a child failed by the gods, no, no, no, not at all, I'm a princess with a name. He called me Kryta, for sure that's my name. Not Emily and definitely not the nameless princess. I'm just Kryta, a girl gone, taken from her home- I mean prison.

A hand reached to pat our dear protaiginsts head, a voice as soft as the warm seabreeze called out with visible concern in the voice, "Are you okay?", It was Marshal.

The warmth on his hand on her head felt quite comforting.

"Wha-Why is that you ask?" Her voice shakes as she felt tears of both loneliness and happiness filled her heart whole, tugging the few strings holding her together.

Marshal looked very worried as he dragged her to sit on one of the few benches outside, laying her onto his chest, awkwardly I must say.

"Well you are crying and people usually cry when saddened" Marshal answered, rubbing her head as Kryta noticed her tears finally.

She was crying.

"Well people don't usually hug or comfort people out of nowhere…" Kryta said, trying her best to sound calm.

"Well no, but I-I, it's instinct some would say", Kryta just hummed in response.

"I have many younger siblings at home and as I am one the eldest, I usually comfort them like this"

"I'm not your younger sibling…" Kryta mumbled.

"You are junior and you are crying, much like them" Marshal reminded her.

"You are?", Kryta no longer cried as much as she did earlier.

When and how did this happen? She should have been apologizing, and why is her crying? She isn't sad or anything, could it be the sudden flooding of mixed emotions that caused to be like this? That very well may be so.

As uncomfortable Marshal may be, he couldn't leave her be. It morally hurt him to leave her as he was reminded how sad his siblings were mourning the vanishing of his elder brother.

"I'm sorry" Kryta mumbled into the blonde's chest. She didn't realize that she had even spoken at all.

"Hmmm?"

"I apologize for the behaviour I had exhibited during our first encounter"

There, she said it. She apologized.

"There is no need to be sorry" Marshal told her, "It really didn't help my mood with the vanishing but…" Marshall paused for a moment, "my brother once told me that every or most people act the way they do because they hadn't had the best day, that they may not mean the things they say or do"

"I'm sorry for making you wait here with me…" Kryta once again apologized.

Marshal chuckled as readjusted his position, "You really don't need to apologize"

"Is it really okay for me to stay with you like this?"

"Yeah?"

"Really? This embrace is usually shared with married couples…" Kryta slightly blushed at the thought.

"And siblings, especially when they're your younger siblings" Marshal responded.

The two just silently sat with each other, embracing the other with their body's heat. Kryta leaned closer to the boy's chest, quietly listening to his singing heart. Marshal just slowly stroked the tall girl's head and back as her breathing slowly calmed down.

"Why were you crying if you don't mind me asking?" Marshal spoke up.

Kryta stiffened at his question as she figured on how she would respond. If he had asked her earlier, she would have told him her honest truth, but now with a right working mind, she knew he wouldn't believe her.

"There is no need for anyone like you to know"

Kryta slowly got up and patted her dark red skirt. Was she about to tell him about her whole life story? Almost, but alas she didn't. With something as personal as that isn't something you would tell someone you hardly know. What would she even tell him? That she went to sleep as a princess and woke up in a white sickly room with the inability to speak? Kryta herself has no idea how she got here.

As far as she could tell, she switched bodies with this so-called Thomas girl. It could also be that this is her world but in what seems to be the distant future. Maybe she should try getting Salem to read the one book or even ask her about this world. Does she even want to find out what happened to her? Is this punishment for all her crimes fueled by envy? Does she want to go back to her country at all? Is she even wanted there?

No, no, not at all. After what she did to Alicia she may even be sentenced to death if she is to return. And besides, Kryta already made up her mind that she doesn't want to go back, Alicia and Nox can sit on the throne and run the Empire into ruins as far as she cares.

"I'll suppose I must take my leave…" Kryta quietly said.

Marshal stood up, "I'll see you class then, yeah?"

Kryta looked down at the boy and couldn't help but let out a chuckle and smile, "Of course, and once again I really do apologize for my behavior our first meeting"

Marshal looked up at the tall black-haired girl and gave a look of disappointment as he shook his head, "I said there is no need to apologize"

"I know but-"

Marshal cut her off, "I get, now go! I believe I see little Miss Xiao over there", he pushed over.

"GO HOME!", he yelled at her as she walked over to Salem.

Home. Home. Home….

"There you are!" Salem said in surprise, "Reinhardt is amost here, I can't wait to go backs home and relax!"

Salem seemed much more open and better. When was the last time she even properly spoke to her? How long has it been since she woke up? Three weeks, a month, or maybe two?

"Do you think we'll be able to have cake?"

Salem looked over at Kryta, "I'm sure Rein wouldn't mind taking us to the bakery"

"You think?"

"Yeah, yeah! Reinhardt does like some bread with her morning coffee right before she goes to work"

The two girls stood in silence waiting for their caretaker.

A girl nearly six feet with a girl at the max height of 4'9. Both with hair similar to that of obsidian. One with skin like cocoa with the other with skin whiter than snow itself. With the same uniform of a white button up dress shirt with a dark blood red folded skirt. One wearing bright red mary janes, the other wearing black converses.

They stand side by side waiting for the ride back home.

Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack

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