Guardian Angel {PAFP}

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    Oh...Trism swallowed, but quickly concealed any worry by straightening himself and putting on his formal face. "Tell my Father I'll be there soon. I...Need to change." He couldn't face his father in his nightclothes. Especially due to the...Slight burns on his trousers. The royal family was loving enough...They just had high expectations. This wasn't the time to cause a scene.

    The maid nodded and quietly went to set aside the prince a new outfit before leaving. Auria struggled to get away as the prince mentioned getting changed, but Amien held her down. Of course he was only doing it to bother the angel, he really had no desire to see Trism in anything other than clothes and any other divine being watching would see the Fallen Angel looking towards the fire as he pinned his counterpart down... Until she started flapping her wings and taking off through the wall and dumping her load on the floor.


    "Hey! That's cheating, you know I can't fly!" Amien shouted as he got up to run after her.


    As the two continued to war and wrestle, the maid kindly waited outside the door to escort the prince to the audience chamber. She looked mildly bored as the two angels wrestled at her feet.

    Minutes passed before Prince Trism emerged from his room. The outfit wasn't a full formal get-up, but at the very least it didn't have a glaring burn mark. "Lead the way" he nodded at the maid. Neither saw the angels as they left for the throne room.


    "You asked for me, Father?" Trism stepped into the throne room. Keeping his eyes up and on the King. It had to be something important. Maybe it had to do with the storm currently raging outside. Or Trism did something he himself couldn't remember.

    The king smiled at his son, and the fact he could have sworn he was wearing something different this morning was something he chose to address later, "indeed I have, my boy!" The king boomed. There wasn't a royal court in session so he didn't feel the need to hold a formal decorum at the moment and his son wasn't in trouble... Yet, anyway, "I have some important news to share with you!" He smiled at his son, "I have finally found you someone to share your destiny with!"


    Auria and Amien, after rejoining the prince, and earning the fallen angel quite the black eye, they were both eagerly staring at the king for his news.


    "He got his son a wife?!" Amien panicked as his wings fluffed out in horror.


    "I highly doubt that... The king can barely keep his wife as it is. Don't you remember he has a destiny? The reason why we're here?" Auria tried.


    "What...?" Amien frowned.


    "I really can't believe you..." Auria frowned and put her hand over her eyes.

    Trism did not know it, but he came to the same conclusion as the angels. With wide eyes, he lept and was ready to say something, maybe object, to a sudden engagement. And then he remembered: For as long he could remember, Trism was raised with the knowledge he would be the Hand Of Righteousness. A hero of their kingdom.


    Trism quickly regained his cool composure. Clearing his throat and standing up straighter. Acting like he hadn't heard wrong. "And who is it? Are they here?" In this weather?

    "Indeed they are, my son!" The king boomed and motioned to the door. The guards quickly opened the double doors and waited patiently as a girl in a white dress came slowly through the doors. Her ankles wobbled and bent as she struggled to walk in the heels she was provided while her face was twisted in deep concentration as her gloved hands were out to her sides as she desperately tried to keep her balance. Her hair fell around her in straight waves and she looked quite uncomfortable. Behind her trailed tje butler from before as he casually walked behind her looking around the room. Needless to say, the angels were confused.


    "That's... His wife?" Amien frowned, "she looks like a ditz."


    "She's. Not. His. Wife!" Auria roared at him.

    Trism almost lept forward because he thought the mystery girl would fall again. She just kept tripping; It was a miracle she had gotten into the castle in the first place. He didn't try to make a grab at her, though. He stopped a good amount of distance away from the girl. The display could be taken as "improper."


    "Is she going to mentor me?"

    "Him? No, no, no," The butler then spike up with a snort, earning the wobbly girl's undivided attention. The butler then happily walked over and casually put an arm around Trism, though now he was on his tip-toes as during the walk to the prince he had shrunk... And grown straight black hair, "and who said I was your mentor?" The butler asked in a femenine voice... As now he was a she and she was frowning at Trism. Meanwhile, the wobbly girl had turned into a wobbly man in a dress looking quite uncomfortable and even more unstable in the shoes much to small for him.


    "You... Said you wouldn't do that," The king said quietly, though his voice still carried.


    "I got bored," The girl replied casually as she held onto Trism.


    "I... Love her!" Amien squealed as he pointed at the girl with a large smile on his face.


    "Oh my heavens..." Auria groaned, "he was doing so well..." She whimpered.

    Trism was at a loss for words. All composure lost in that moment, he could only force the most incomprehensible noises out of his mouth. Absolutely caught off guard, the Prince struggled not to push her off. Doing that would've added more fuel to this fire of embarrassment. He glanced up at his father, hoping to hear something, anything.

    The girl stumbled away with a pout at Trism and would have crossed her arms had her eyes not caught the loose clothing on her frame, possibly the uniform of the poor man still in heels, and she began to tug on the fabric with fascination. The king looked unnerved as this girl remained fascinated with the clothes she wore and his poor son's rather... Violent, and not uncalled for, response to her... Shenanigans. Taking a deep breath, the king cleared his throat, "Trism, this is Minura Jazix, she's will be the resident alchemist from this point on," He said politely.


    "Unless you die. Then I get to become a necromancer," She added in blindly.


    "What?" Auria and Amien said in confusion.


    "My love is diminishing..." Amien said in mild fear.


    "No! Why?! Why her?! She's crazy!" Auria panicked, "what if she corrupts Trism?! Or kills him?! Or both?!" The angel paced back and forth during her little fit of sorts.

    Trism breathed heavily as he tried to reclaim what little cool he had. And as he settled, he got a better look at Minura. Her...Interesting personality aside...She was good looking. The Prince, intensely embarrassed, regretted shoving her away in front of his father. He cleared his throat and attempted a royal stance.


    "It is an honor to meet you." Trism could not hide his shaky voice. Or his lingering tenseness from the shock.

    "You're a prince," She said blandly before pulling a pair of glasses out of her pocket before putting them on her face. His kind gesture went completely over her head... Literally as she was a tad short. With her glasses secured on her face she looked at Trism with a slow blink before looking past him with an odd smile on her face.


    "From now on, Minura will assist you in your destiny as a faithful companion!" The king announced and the girl then looked at the king with a look of surprise.


    "Was she staring at us?" Amien asked in horror.


    "Why... Why?" Auria sighed pathetically.

    Trism peered curiously over to where Minura was looking. He saw...Nothing. Perhaps she used her powers to spot something mortal eyes could not. Witches worked in mysterious ways. He moved his attention back to Minure, pretending he hadn't looked. "I am looking forward to working with you, m'lady." The Prince bowed faintly.

    "Yeah, sure. Likewise," Minura blinked as her gaze was torn from the beings hiding off in the corner. Of course, she wasn't thinking that this arrangement was going to be a bad thing when she looked the prince up and down again, from her height this time. With a crooked smile she turned back to face the king as her fingers absently continued to play with the hem of the clothes belonging to the poor servant in a dress.


    When the chaos subsided for a moment the king took a slow breath, "I'm glad you two are getting along! Hopefully this partnership will be long and fruitful! For now, this is all that I needed from you, son," He smiled at Trism, "you two are free to go get along and learn to work together for the days to come."


    "No! Bad idea!" Auria pointed at Minura, "ooooh, Trism is going to fall to the dark! Oooh this is bad!" She panicked.


    "You know... I really want Trism to come to our side... But even I'm a little nervous," Amien shrugged, "but... GO get 'em!" He shouted to Minura. When Auria glared at him, he genuinely looked surprised, "what? She might be even crazier than I am, but I'm not above taking the win."


    Minura was casting a glare in the direction of the angels, but anyone could mistake it for a glare aimed at the prince.

    What did he do this time?! Trism quickly caught Minura's glare and ran through all the reasons he might've upset the witch. He must've said the wrong thing. Or was it still about his response to her trick? On the inside, the Prince panicked. On the outside, he kept up the appearance befitting of a royal. "Would you like me to show you the grounds?" the blonde offered an arm for Minura to take.

    "What?" She blinked at Trism, "oh, sure," Minura then accepted his arm with a neutral expression. She smiled back at the king with a pleasant wave and Trism's father just sighed and waved back. They both knew Minura was already planning trouble.


    "She's scary," Auria shook her head.


    "She totally glared at you," Amien said with a smirk.


    "Shut up!" Auria snapped.