Room 418, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara stood before the mirror, looking herself over. Her ruff was starched, her corset laced, her lace sleeves...also laced. A delicate looking feathered fan graced one hand, and jewelled rings the other. Her hair and make-up? Flawless.

It was time for the finishing touch. She carefully lowered the bedazzled tiara into place on top of her intricate up-do.

There. No one would believe that a fugitive princess on the run for mysterious and as yet unexplained reasons would ever dress in her full royal regalia. Which is exactly what made it the perfect disguise, and her secret would be safe...

...for now.

[Open. So very, very, open.]

Comments

[wrongkindofsith]

"How nahble of you, Naathan," Cara remarked, even as she inwardly cursed. She was running low on funds, and a medical professional who wasn't concerned with saving the world would have replenished them long enough for her to figure out where she was headed next. For her to keep one step ahead

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Oh, Nathan had plenty of money. If she was foreign, then she might not have heard of the Young & Frisky Cat Food company. His family had billions of dollars. He had a trust fun. He'd just eschewed all of that for a life of humanity and morality.

That didn't mean the money wasn't gone though. Hey, he needed a nice suit sometimes!

"Pardon my forwardness, but what is that accent?" he asked curiously. "I've been to many, many countries and met many, many people but none with an accent as distinctive and, again, I'm going to be forward, as memorable as yours."