Hideki seemed excited, but for Anzu, the city's nearing was cause for dread. Throughout the entirety of their journey there had been a sickly feeling deep in the young warrior's gut, and that feeling was beginning to intensify now that the end of the trek was so near. Her prince, her friend since childhood, would soon be wed to a Hillborn. That he'd be bound to such an inferior creature, the thought alone was enough for her insides to violently churn.
Her personal feelings were kept quiet for the time being however, as she felt opening a discussion on the matter would only serve to distract her from any potential threats, of which she was certain there would be many in these foreign lands. The Hillborn were savages, after all, and could not be expected to allow travellers passage unharassed. Prince Hideki was unsafe here, even under her protection. Anzu's expression was stony and her posture tight, the shaft of her weapon gripped firmly as they rode toward Amberholm's capital.
"We must remain vigilant, even as we enter the city. Even during the Unity-", she shook her head and corrected herself.
"No, especially during the Unity, there lies the potential for danger at every turn."
The soldier next to her nodded, but the prince, still confined to the inside of the wagon merely huffed, slamming the book in his hands shut and setting it aside.
"Come now, are you saying we won't even be able to relax within the city walls? That's patently ridiculous, my lady. Our allies in the capital would not let anything befall us. The unity is just as important to them as it-"
Hideki's words were cut short by a sudden bark, followed by a chorus of barks that seemed an acknowledgement of the first. The wardogs were riled up by something it seemed, and that something became quite apparent to Anzu when Yatori brought the cart to a full stop, motioning towards what looked to be a cadre of unknown persons approaching from the opposite direction.
"My lady!" one of the soldiers at the fore of the caravan shouted, looking to the royal protector,
"We've sighted a group up ahead. Your orders?"
"I will meet them myself. Two of you will accompany me", she responded as she climbed down from her seat next to their driver.
"The rest of you, form a protective circle around the prince. He must not come to harm by any means, understood?" Her orders given, Anzu marched toward the unidentified group, her polearm held at the ready. Yatori jumped down to join her, blade drawn, as did another.
"What is going on? Why have we stopped?" Hideki inquired, peeking his head out from behind the wagon's curtain door, only to see his contingent of protectors had encircled the vehicle, spears pointed out in every which direction. It took only a second for the prince to process what was happening, but instead of being fearful, he merely rolled his eyes, looking to the nearest soldier.
"Let me guess. Another cow in the road, right? Oh, but it could be a trap to put us off guard, obviously…" With a sigh he disappeared into the interior of the wagon once more, assuming they'd be moving again in a few short moments.
As Anzu's party drew nearer to the strangers, their visages became clearer. Their garb appeared somewhat more fanciful than the average bandit, but there was no mistaking what these people were. Hideki's bodyguard narrowed her eyes and thrust her naginata outward, pointing its blade at the brigands.
"Clear out, at once. I will not allow you to impede upon our progress." Even as she said this, in the back of her mind she'd be glad for the excuse to turn back, but her duty was to see prince Hideki to Amberhall.
"Well, ain't you just a precious litt'ol thing?", one of the men taunted, his hand resting atop the hilt of a sword in a way that was obviously meant to draw attention.
"How 'bout we have us a bit of fun with the lass, aye boys?"
The two men accompanying Anzu began to step forward, but she halted them with a silent gesture and moved up in their stead. The man who had teased her and a pair of what could be assumed to be his underlings met her halfway, each with a mile-long shit eating grin spread across their scarred faces. Anzu stood face to face with the ugliest of the three Hillborn, her expression calm and her eyes cold. He reached out.
One swift strike with the blunt end of her weapon was all it took to send the man to his knees, clutching at his jewels.
"Y-you miserable fuckin' twat!", the man growled.
"Get 'er!" The other two men wasted no time in lunging at the comparatively small girl, their eyes wild. She quickly stepped back and the two collided where she once stood, then she spun past them, smashing her weapon's shaft into the back of their necks in the process. With those two out of the way, she now stood with her blade against the first man's neck, still silent and glaring daggers at him.
They'd been dealt with, but there were still many more. Countless thugs unsheathed their blades, and it was then that something peculiar caught Anzu's eye; Among all the weapons drawn were cutlasses and traditional Takaman blades. A moment of thought was all it took for her to reach a dreadful realization.
"Come out, devil woman!"
"No can do, baby A. You bloody terrify me." There it was; the condescension, the wide crocodile smile, the sick presumptuous patronage that a pirate saw as friendliness. The queen of the seaborn pretenders did not simply speak to her as an equal; she, of hillborn blood and birth, spoke to her as a child.
As a lesser.
She was at least a head shorter than almost every one of the men there, yet they parted without fuss when she pushed through. She was...it occurred to Anzu that she had never seen the seal-mating gorgon with sleeves before. Broad-brimmed hat, navy-blue long coat, a fancy red cravat tucked into her white shirt. She even had ornate-looking epaulettes.
"Mr. Creedy, Mr. Lanchester, Mr. Grag," she said, with the admonishing tone of a mother so disappointed in her children.
"I regret to inform you that you all just got your asses kicked by a little takaman lass!" she burst out laughing, clapping one of their shoulders as they struggled to get to their feet, causing them to fall back down all over again.
"No shame, though, no shame at all. You got crapped on by an imperial protector; they're trained from young to - CAN WE ALL AT LEAST PUT DOWN OUR WEAPONS?"
Yatori and the other man accompanying Anzu lowered their weapons, albeit with some hesitation, but the young woman herself showed no signs of following suit. Her cold expression had turned fiery, eyes full of hate as she stared down the Vice Admiral. She approached the woman, stopping within arm's reach and gritting her teeth, expending every bit of self restraint inside of her to resist striking the wench down where she stood. Two of the pirates stepped forth to block her, but the wench put out an arm to stop them.
"Clear out. We've more important matters to attend to than waste our time with the likes of you."
"Baby A. Miss Ienari," she corrected herself. If she was feeling even the slightest ounce of fear, nothing in her body language seemed to show it. She was the calm sun-lit meadow to Anzu's raging storm.
"How you've grown. You used to be-" she put a palm up at her waist
"-this high. Cute as a button. Adorable, still, I mean. STILL WOULD HAVE KICKED YOUR SORRY ASSES THOUGH." she suddenly shouted, addressing Anzu's three victims, the pirate's cold, dead eyes and her toothy crocodile smile never leaving Anzu's fiery ones.
"Yours too, hillborn slag."
"For old time's sake, miss Ienari." Still smiling that toothy smile.
"Do not try that slur with me, you infant."
"Both of you, please. This is all quite childish."
Before another taunt could be leveled from either side, the prince's voice rang out from a short distance away, the lithe young man practically gliding along the ground in that silk robe of his. He was closely shadowed by the rest of the retinue that had stayed behind, their weapons still at the ready. The wardogs hadn't shut their yaps yet either, practically foaming at the mouth at the sight of these interlopers. Guess they don't like the smell of pirate much.
"Apologies lady Ienari," one of the soldiers called out,
"he refused to stay in the-"
"I may go where I please," Hideki stated rather matter-of-factly, shooting that specific retainer a rather unamused glance, the man going silent and bowing his head in shame.
"I am a prince, after all."
"But mother," Holly whined in a fake child-like voice, pointing a finger -a middle finger- at Anzu.
"She started it."
"And I'll end it too", she replied, her tone lacking no amount of seriousness or bite. That brief flash of rage in Holly's dead eyes told her that she hit something.
Hideki sighed, looking to his protector.
"Anzu, please. Cease this. And you," he looked to the vice admiral, wanting to scold her in some similar way but found himself taken aback, just now noticing the fanciful getup she was wearing.
"I've never seen you in such… colorful regalia, lady Corsa. You look quite fetching," he commented, attempting to stifle a chuckle with the long sleeve of his robe, to mixed success.
"Fuck you too, buddy." Holly said, and for the first time her smile seemed genuine, her eyes not quite the dead shards they were but seconds ago. She leaned in for a hug, practically lifting him up by his tippie toes.
"It's good to see you again, cocksucker." and to her own surprise, she meant it. Her giant hat smacked against his face, the long, white sea eagle feathers upon it tickling his eyes.
No amount of eye-rolling could accurately describe the way Anzu felt as she listened to her prince and the pirate address eachother so casually, but she kept her comments to herself at his behest. When the devil woman embraced Hideki, her grip on her weapon became so tight that her knuckles went white. She had no doubt in her mind that the woman's goal was to make her jealous. It did work, after all.
"Mind your tongue, wench. You speak to royalty." So much for keeping quiet.
Anyone else would've been offended being referred to in such a derogatory way, but Hideki merely laughed, not struggling as the vice admiral lifted him like a wee babe. Trying to get the unnecessarily large hat out of his face, he decided to steal it off her head and set it on his own, though the inside of it was just a slight bit too large and subsequently fell down over his eyes. Rather than mind, Holly seemed to react to the lost hat with some small glee, as if a great burden has been lifted from her.
"Really now, Anzu, it's quite alright. Though I do hope you'll be a tad less crass for the ceremony at least, lady Corsa. We all need to be on our best behavior." He knew his words would fall on deaf ears, however; Holly was always Holly, and nothing would stop that.
"I'm a good girl and these are good lads. We pay our taxes, we don't drink and sail, and we conduct business responsibly. Per example, you've asked for a token gesture of friendship to the Takaman and I have given you my hat and I am NEVER. GETTING. IT. BACK." very pointedly shouting at the anonymous mate who had been charged with keeping her getup intact.
"And I am, as a friend, asking you not to fault miss lenari for her disposition. The removal of the tumors of her chest is no small thing to survive and it leaves one quite testy. Right, doctor Alohan? You must have seen too many of these breastless wonders in your storied career."
Avice started in surprise, as she had been enraptured by what was enfolding before her. Leaning forward to scrutinize the aforementioned woman's chest, she nodded sagely.
"The procedure would cause some depression, as the lady has displayed."
"Thank you, doctor."
"My lord", Anzu practically growled, now very visibly seething with rage. For all her patience, Holly certainly had a way of making her lose her composure.
"Step away from miss Corsa, that I might silence her foul mouth. Permanently."
"She called me miss Corsa, Hidi." she said, perhaps the most insulting part throughout it all was the fact that she was facing the prince, Anzu not even deigned a glance.
"Our baby's growing up so fast."
Anzu took one step toward Holly, her brows knit tightly together and her polearm very briefly raised. She took a breath then, and returned to a neutral, though very tense stance.
"No no, no more fighting," Hideki shook his head, then pointed to the walled city in the distance.
"I'd like not to waste any more time getting to Amberhall, as it's been quite the long journey already. That, and we wouldn't want to get any blood on these nice clothes of yours, would we?" Replacing the hat on Holly's head, his feet were finally allowed to touch solid ground once more.
"Thank you for the offer, but you should keep this. Your ensemble would look incomplete without it." He gave her a warm smile, an expression that made it hard to tell whether he knew
exactly what he was doing or not.
"You're too gracious." In a tone that sounded more like it suited et tu, brute?
"As lord Hideki says, it has been a long journey. We must take our leave now. Goodbye, miss Corsa."
"Now now, that won't do. Why not make the rest of the trip together? We're quite close already, and as you've always said, there's safety in numbers, is there not?" Hideki put a slender arm around his admiral friend, patting her on the shoulder.
"Besides, I'd love to catch up with the Vice Admiral some more." He spoke Holly's title in a somewhat teasing manner, knowing she wasn't all that fond of her position, namely all the responsibilities it required of her.
Anzu internally cursed herself for saying so, her disdain written plainly on her face.
"Be that as it may, my lord, I must advise against inviting her into our company", she said, neglecting to mention the reason for that being that she doubted her ability to resist attacking the woman.
Naturally, and to Anzu's remorse, they were soon on their to Amberholm together. The most annoying part about the whole debacle was that the war hounds seemed to really, really take to Holly. The traitorous beasts.
Bitches recognize bitches, she mused bitterly.