Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160319001945

She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault Azzie, you're a great teammate, and one of the nicest people i've ever met. Well, except for the whole 'heir to the Cardamoms' part, i'm not quite sure how i feel about that yet."

"The problem is you're not the only one who's been leading a double life, and i can assure you i'm not crazy or being melodramatic, nor is it an effect of aura drugs. I'm completely sober."

She always dreaded this day, this moment. How would he react? Disgust? Anger? Outright rejection? Especially now she knew he belonged to one of the most powerful families in the underworld, whereas she was just a lowly maid who couldn't fend for herself. The gap between them seemed infinitely vast, she only hoped he could forgive her afterwards. Here goes nothing...

"Let me tell you a story," she struggled to stand with visible effort, gripping the bedstand for support, then limped to her purse, speaking slowly and deliberately as she went. "Once upon a time, there was a megalomaniac arsehole named Cedric, my father, who thought a huntress in his bloodline would make a nice ego trophy, and tried grooming his daughter Laura to be this fearsome, respected warrior."

"But she just couldn't. Laura was raised as a mild mannered lady, and was never suited for a tough life. She failed miserably in every test, until eventually Cedric gave up and looked to his other options. A bastard child he sired many years ago in a one night stand with his maid, a young servant girl named Daphne who looked and acted just enough like Laura to fool anyone who didn't know better."

She returned to sitting opposite him on the bed with her purse in hand. From it, she pulled an old, faded and weathered photograph and handed it to him, head lowered in shame. ...''An old family portrait, an old man with white hair and beard seated imperiously on a couch, with a little girl on his lap. She looked happy, smiling at the camera with a look of childish, innocent glee. Unlike another vague figure in the background, a girl of similar age and appearance, in a maid's uniform. She wore a sullen look, watching the family jealously...''

"So he struck a deal with Daphne, threatened her into silence and ordered her to masquerade as Laura, then shipped her off to Signal Academy, and Beacon, where she joined the craziest, most lovable team ever, and made the best of friends..." her vision blurred. she hadn't even noticed herself sobbing until then. Tears of long repressed emotions flowed freely.