- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
ARTIST TAG
HAAKON FREDERIC NISSEN
He didn't want to leave the palace. Haakon could remember the night that it happened so well. The sudden panic that stifled the royal palace, then the rush of feet and the clamour of iron. Haakon had been too young to fight along, only to be carried out as Artem had swaddled him in his cloak and pushed him through the many secret passageways that were only known to the Nissen, or should have been, for his parents never made it out of the castle and Haakon found himself alone.
Haakon hadn't wanted for a lot of things to happen, he recalled, wanting to snide it back at the female, but his tongue felt heavy and his mind wore on heavier as he felt himself drift away instead. The news of his childhood friend, 'Elly' he had called her, like this hostage for some reason. Was this his revenge on her? For her father taking away what was his, but most of all for taking away his happy life?
"Free?" the male finally made himself say, the last remark of the noble lady striking him in a way that didn't make sense. "Stupid Elly," he breathed, remembering another time he had scolded his friend in the same way. 'Stupid Elly,' he had said as a child after a particular fight. How spoiled he had been, how childlike. That he could worry about who could fit the most tarts in their pockets instead of worrying about being found and taking back his birthright. Free? Haakon felt chained more than ever now, knowing that revealing that he had survived would mean his life was claimed, and that going on with his life meant wasting it.
"Stupid Elly," he droned on again, without anything to follow up other than that he felt an undeniable need to repeat the insult, his hand covering over his eyes as he continued to lie there on the bed, his mind drifting between memories and their current predicament.
And yet he couldn't find the energy in himself to make true on his promise, instead he rolled over his side, deep tired eyes cast over the female at the table who, now that he recalled it again, looked a bit like the Elly of his childhood, the one who played princess now at court. "If this is free I'm sorry to disappoint," Haakon scoffed, a sarcastic smile crossing his expression before he pushed himself up again, forcing himself to move as he went over to his bookcase, looking over the titles he owned.
"I don't own any romances or heroic tales you ladies love so much," he continued as if nothing had happened whatsoever, the addendum following that he had thrown out those stories long ago, his heart and his childlike make-belief of them long since shattered. "But maybe you can get out of it wiser, if not more durable," he sighed instead, fingers trailing over the many pharmacy books he owned instead, amongst the books about astrology and travel journals in general.
Speech colour: #5b807e