<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">The voice was a female voice. That was the first thing that Wesley managed to notice about whoever it was that called out, and the second thing that he managed to realize was that they wouldn’t have hired female security or female guards which meant that he truly wasn’t necessarily in trouble here. However, none of that halted his knee-jerk instinct to run away anyway. A woman was even less likely to be able to catch him and if he got out now, then he knew that he could be sure to be alive the following morning. His feet started moving the minute he could convince them to and before anyone involved would realize what was happening, Wesley was on the run.That was just how he had to be in order to survive the life he’d been dealt.  <br/>
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However, like his instinct to run, Wesley also had an instinct to see. He had a fluent case of curiosity; at least, that was what some of the others on the street called it. He couldn’t just leave well enough alone. He had to know what it was, first. It was the same here. Even as he was bolting away from the balcony and the staircase as fast as he could, Wesley still glanced over his shoulder to see who it was and when he did that, all of his other movements came to a rather harsh and abrupt halt. <br/>
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The woman was beautiful. Not only was she beautiful, but she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and his awe showed on his face. He was pretty sure it was painted there in a rather obvious manner. And Wesley remained there, dumbstruck for a moment, before he finally spoke. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“You’re not supposed to be here,”</b></span> he muttered. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“No one is ever here at this time of night, and I would know.”</b></span> The way he said it implied that he came here a lot. Actually, that wasn’t quite true, but Wesley had never cared about the truth. <br/>
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As Wesley gazed upon her for longer and longer, though, certain aspects of her features began to stand out. Although it might seem odd, he had laid eyes on the princess before. The last time he’d snuck in to try and squire for a tournament, he’d seen her. They hadn’t met, but he had been given a reasonable view. Those features were on this woman as well. <br/>
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And he knew he had to run again. There was a single second, though, where he wanted to hear if she had anything to say.</span>