text: [Themes: grimdark fantasy, humor, fantasy]
  
  Camping, making camp, this is what they called what Sophia and Juliette were doing.
  
  Both women would no doubt be more excited if there weren't a multitude of men out to get them at the behest of Sophia's sisters, Aline, and Ceciline. For all intents and purposes, they were in a much better state of being than the both of them. No doubt they had their own castle to fire off such orders as having Sophia captured, and of course having able bodied individuals to carry out and bring these orders into being.
  
  Now Sophia Nevermore and Juliette, chased out from their lodgings, were now in hiding in a wilderness. It really was only a matter of time before the enemies would start picking up on any trails left behind, so they didn't have a wealth of time of doing anything besides making a modest fire and eating the last of their provisions which consisted of bread that was now stale.
  
  It's been even more days since Sophia's father been killed by someone from her family.
  
  She didn't want to believe it, but it was now a certain reality.
  
  There was no further persons in her bloodline to turn to. If she was to even turn in the direction of her family, she would now have to be prepared to defend her life.
  
  "We need men of our own," Sophia spoke out-loud, feeding a small piece of wood to further feed their flame.
  
  "Remember, not too much, your highness. We're in hiding from some rather dangerous people from the sounds of it." Juliette hugged her knees, her face pondering. "Yes, for protection, that would be nice."
  
  "Yes, we have to pay those twins a visit."
  
  "Come again?"
  
  "Juliette, how long will we run for our lives? What's next for us? Do we allow ourselves to be chased to the point in which we're living in holes on the ground, only coming up to eat worms? I say that we should repay my sisters kindness and hospitality. They've sent such unsavory men after us, so I do feel it is only right."
  
  For her part, Juliette looked hesitant with the proceedings of this conversation, before Sophia covered both of her hands with her own, and looked into her eyes with the greatest amount of honesty she felt that an individual could muster.
  
  "I can't do this alone, as you may already know. So, will you help me as you always have thus far?"
  
  "Yes, of course, your highness."
  
  With that affirmation, the two woman would conspire in that wilderness for potential allies to recruit to their banner.
  
  > seek the aid of the common folk
  "Maybe we should appeal to the people?" Sophia suggests to a hesitant looking Juliette.
  
  "Umm, are you sure, your highness? There maybe other options that we can explor--"
  
  Sophia suddenly stands up from the log she was sitting, having grown tired of the uncomfortable seat of choice.
  
  "Of course I am! Why would I not be, Julienne? The people must be as incensed as I that our king was killed!" Sophia is passionate in her words, driven by the anger of being chased from their tavern, but most importantly her dead father which of course still lingered on her mind.
  
  His death was why her and her attendant were now taking refuge in a wilderness.
  
  "I-I see, perhaps we can go to the capital, then, your highness." Juliette replied, offering a smile. "If it isn't too much to ask of you, can you perhaps remember to stick close to me?"
  
  Sophia frowned, feeling quite insulted.
  
  "I'm no mere child, Juliette. Even now, it's absolutely prudent that you stop treating me as such.
  
  With the kingdom at a heightened state of security. Sophia and Juliette have no success in the capital of finding anyone that is even wandering the street that can lend an ear to listen to their plight. Despite the latter's suggestions of trying something else, Sophia drags her attendant to the lower streets of the Rose Kingdom.
  
  "I must say, the quality certainly takes a nosedive... but even so, isn't this exciting!? I've never been to these parts of the kingdom!" Sophia exclaims excitedly, finding a large open space that seems perfect.
  
  Juliette continues to allow her eyes to flicker back and forth around their environment. She takes note of some of the stares of disdain and scorn that are being thrown their way.
  
  "There is certainly a sense of danger, your highness."
  
  Sophia only hums in response, finding a stray wooden box to pull to the center of the area.
  
  "Hear me, citizens of Rose Kingdom!"
  
  Sophia shouts loudly, garnering some curious stares that stop what they are doing and linger about to find out what the young woman has to say further.
  
  "I, a lady of nobility ask that you all take up arms for the good of you all!"
  
  --x
  
  Upon admittance of nobility, this doesn't go over well.
  
  The slow-feeding ire of the crowd is not easy to quell.
  
  Seeing their robes, their out of place demeanor, the crowd has no mere bemusement over their presence.
  
  A rock thrown with enough force is terrifying in its own right, and it is the fate of the attendant who rushes in and tries to smooth things over.
  
  What happens next is truly the result of hubris, the princess is dragged from her cart and pulled apart.
  
  Her hair is tugged, clothing pulled, and whatever trinkets on her person, shatter on the stone cobble.
  
  What's next to shatter is her skull as it's eventually bludgeoned and beaten in.
  
  The only small comfort is that her body drops besides her close friend in her final miserable seconds.
  
  It's a miserable end for a foolish princess.
  
  But some would call it fitting.
  
  Would you agree, or disagree?