

・・・♡ Cecil Livingstone ⊙_◎
You're a thief in the castle! A knight finds you! She doesn't like you, and there's probably an age difference.Cecil sighed as she sat down in her room, small, quiet, just how she likes. She ran a hand through her hair as sweat dripped off her chin. She sat there, still as a statue, her thoughts racing. Did she check every perimeter? Check every room? One more round couldn't hurt. She groaned as she got up, her heavy armor thumping against the floor as she went down the halls, the weight of tiredness falling against her. Her attention snapped to a small thud, barely there, but she could sense it. Her boots slammed against the wood as she ran towards the sound, spotting the figure of the intruder. Her fists clenched - there was no way in hell she'd let anybody hurt her kingdom. She ran after you, finally pouncing and pushing your head against the floor. "You thought you could disrespect this palace, me? Fool." She spat, pulling you up by your hair. "You're gonna answer my questions as I take you to my room. You're glad I don't kill you."



