Knock Knock Princess [Open to Royals & Knights]

[Ayame Li Britannia]

The speed at which Blonde Bishie (numero duo) jumped off of her made Ayame wonder if something had crawled down his pants. "Your highness!" An eyebrow began to find its way heavenwards. "You have my deepest most sincere apologies. I was merely doing as her highness had instructed. Had I but known that she may have been harmed from, as she put it, 'a little game she liked to play with friends'. I would have never engaged in such an activity. I accept whatever punishment you deem necessary for me, your highness." The eyebrow was now fully arched in the ever-so-popular ‘WTF mate?’ fashion. Seriously. What was up with this guy? One minute he’s a complete jerkface, comparing her goods (or, in his eyes, lack thereof) with her sisters’, and the next he’s groveling for deliverance from damnation! She could understand if it was, say, Sensei he was begging to, but Euric? Euric was a sweetpea! A teddy bear! Practically a plushie in human form! Euric wouldn’t hurt a fly…granted it didn’t bite. If it bit, then Euric played like any other royal. Bite back.

Maybe it was because he was the First Prince. But even then, Ayame didn’t get what was so scary. How come it was like this with the royals? People think that if you do so much as breathe on them in the wrong way, their head gets chopped off! The princess’ nose scrunched up. She didn’t think her siblings were that scary. Ok, maybe Sylvie when she was stressed and/or angry. Like when Ayame got her pinned down and attacked with swimsuits. An involuntary shiver went down her spine. Yea. An angry Sylvie was most scary. But beyond that, Ayame thought the royal family was filled with giant cuddlebuckets. Some being cuddlier than others, of course, but that was only natural.

Seeing her knight’s face still looking like something that walked off the set of a Steven King novel, Ayame rolled her eyes. Tch. Henachoko. "Calm, knight - if this is about flytackle football then I'm very sorry to have misunderstood your position here. Calm down - I'm not going to eat you or anything. Really I won’t." Cheek still resting on the palm of her hand, Ayame flashed a grin.
“Oy, Homo-Homo-san. Chillax~ Seriously. If anyone knows how my brain works, it’s Nii-sama over here. He’s not gonna rat on you for flytackling me to the ground or anything. So relax.” Her smile softened. “Ne?” She supposed she should cut the guy some slack. It was his first day on the job…and he just ran into the First Prince who just saw him pinning his adorable little sister to the ground. Ayame mentally winced. Ok, maybe now she could see the reason for the white face. As much of a squishy he was, even Euric could be fearsome when provoked.

Speaking of which….

Ayame turned her head back to her elder half-brother, the beady eyed look back in full swing. He was the first prince! Surely he could help her get out of this personal stalker business! Surely he would help a fellow spazz out! Surely-

“…I see her basis for nominating you a... knight. All I can but say that I understand your annoy, but can't really argue with Sylvana here."

Or not.

Now it was Ayame’s turn for the color to drain away from face. Euric…agreed on this?! Euric, her favorite male sibling in the whole wide world, the former spazz case, the only one who understood her mindset…agreed with the idea.

There were names that Ayame had for her precious Oni-sama. Judas. Benedict Arnold. Uragirimono. The list went on.

She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. The childish side of her won for a second, and she made a move to shrug it away. Her head turned away from her brother, trademark pout of a glare gracing her face. "I hope you could try to see her end as well. I'm sure you'd manage well enough by yourself, that I have no doubt of, but I'm not that sure about her..." Golden eyes slid over and saw the apologetic smile. The glare lessened. Bloody smile. Bloody smile making it hard to be mad at him. Bloody weakness to said smile. Ayame grumbled/mumbled something under her breath that, to an outsider, would have sounded something along the lines of colorful French and flamboyant Japanese.

"I haven't seen her that torn since your mother passed... I don't want her to suffer like that ever again." That did it. The glare and pout completely left Ayame’s face, a slight guilty/saddened one replacing it. She knew. She knew all that. Sylvana was a natural worrywart when it came to her siblings. And seeing that Ayame was probably one of the closest (being full blooded sibling and all), it was only natural that she would have freaked out after Ayame got kidnapped. The princess’ eyes lowered. She remembered the night Mama died. Being only a brat herself, Ayame had spent the night bawling hysterics, not even considering that crying so much wasn’t helping the situation. Not realizing that bawling was only adding more pressure to Sylvana’s weighted shoulders.

"Well, so to speak, I share your boat - there's a high chance I'll have my own Knight soon enough... We'll just have try and live with them now. Okay?" A sarcastic smirk was quick to plaster itself on the spazz’s face.
“You’re getting dragged into this too, eh? Huh…why do I get the funny feeling you’re only humoring me?” she raised a dry eyebrow as a grin crept up the corners of her mouth.
"Play lots of flytackle football with him - and tell Sensei my regards that any outdoor sport is just good for you. You'll need good lungs to breath in all those gowns and whatnot, now don't you?" The spark returned to Ayame’s eyes and she turned her head to grin a la Cheshire over at Eriol. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all…

Sighing heavily, Ayame rolled her eyes dramatically. “Fiiine~ I suppose I’ll deal with him for the time being. I guess it could be worse. I could’ve gotten some self-absorbed, chauvinistic pig. Guess I got lucky, ne Homo-Homo-san?” Ayame grinned all too sweetly as she jumped up, slung an arm around her Knight’s neck, and brought his head level to her. She ruffled his head with her free hand, the cheeky grin never fading. "Hear that? We're gonna play lotsa flytackle football. I'll make a star out of you yet." If Ayame were a witch, she a cackle would have been in order right about now.

Instead her signature all-to-sweet-it-has-to-be-cheeky grin spread from one ear to the other.

“Yoroshiku ne, Homo-Homo-kun~”

[Eriol Mitagar]

Eriol's breath hitched momentarily as he awaited the response from the prince. His heart felt like it was going to explode as the first prince spoke.

"Calm, knight - if this is about flytackle football then I'm very sorry to have misunderstood your position here. Calm down - I'm not going to eat you or anything. Really I won’t."

A heavy relieved sigh flew out of the new knight's agape mouth and his shoulder's sagged. He straightened his back a bit, shoulder's still sagging with a look of pure relief on his face. " You royals sure know how to give someone a heart condition," he said while bringing his right hand to rest over his heart for emphasis. After a few moments passed, the blond stood up straight and finally took in the prince's appearance.

He doesn't look half bad in person, he thought as a smirk crossed his lips. Eriol quickly lost the smirk, and pushed the thought of attraction aside. He had no desire to get involved with the royal family so intimately. It was bad enough being this girl's knight, things would get more complicated if he were to sleep with one of them. The knight's attention turned back to that of his charge.

"Hear that? We're gonna play lotsa flytackle football. I'll make a star out of you yet."

"Oh, how delightful," the blond mumbled. He stared at the girl as she smiled widely. Eriol sighed while rolling his eyes. He looked away from the smiling princess and gazed back at the palace. Why me?

[Euric Qi Britannia]

Seeing the saddened look on Ayame's face, Euric felt almost guilty to have resorted into such way of reasoning with her - he knew, that she knew - but, seeing the smirk return to her face, and the drama eyes, he could relax.
A sheepish smile spread over his face.
"Me, humoring, you? You must have got the wrong person."

Sometimes, it was perhaps the only way to get her see also the others' reason. He just hoped he didn't push her too hard.

"Fiiine~ I suppose I’ll deal with him for the time being. I guess it could be worse. I could’ve gotten some self-absorbed, chauvinistic pig. Guess I got lucky, ne Homo-Homo-san?”
There she went again. Euric smiled. And the Knight seemed all but pleased.

Otherwise he didn't seem that bad - clearly he had the speed and reflexes if he had been able to catch Ayame. On the other hand, Sylvana wouldn't let just anyone take her younger sister as their charge, no doubt about that. But seeing his gestures, as well as him speaking something of a heart condition... hints of a drama llama around here, eh? Or had Euric really seemed that furious? If that really was the case, the prince only hoped he would've seen his own face. If it was enough to scare a Knight, such an expression would've probably worked wonders on some people at those endless wedding meetings...

Speaking of which, the prince remembered something and moved to take out the shabby-as-ever pocket notebook of his. A wonder was how it still kept in one piece. But opening it and leafing through the pages, something quite else caught his eyes - a promise he had made and wrote up to really keep it, though the promised date had far passed by now. He frowned, how could he have forgotten (even though it wasn't entirely his fault this time, when the one to whom the promise had been made had, by the set time, been playing flytackle football with someone quite else, say, the certain dark-color-liking enemies of the empire).
But, it wasn't an excuse to not fulfill it now when it was possible. It was a free moment for him, after all - one in a lifetime, once more - and what better use could he have had for it?

The prince turned to look at his half-sister, looking half apologetic, but slightly smirking.
"Say, Ayame, I found a peculiar note here - indicating something about flytackle football with me, if not holding a whole tournament." He made a glance at the Knight, then back at Ayame.
"We won't probably make much of a tournament, but... You wouldn't mind me joining?"

[Ayame Li Britannia]

The grin never left Ayame’s face as she held her Knight in a headlock, her hand ruffling his hair occasionally. Rather, it widened when she saw the ever-so classic “where the hell did I fuck up in my past life to deserve this?” look spread across the Blonde’s face. Maybe this whole 24-7 bodyguard/knight/mafia/whatever you wanna call it wouldn’t be so bad after all. The guy seemed relatively fun to play with. Hell, three hours in she’s managed to get the guy to chase her around the castle and fly tackle her. Not bad for a first day, eh? Sure there was work that could be done on his whole ‘I am Pretty Boy, bow drool before me!’ persona he seemed to carry about, but she supposed she could look past it. Everyone had their flaws. His was just being an egotistical prick.

Releasing the man, Ayame stretched widely and looked up at the sky. And cringed. Already she was ten minutes late. Sensei was gonna murder her when she got back…

If there was something sensei always stressed, beyond always carrying safety pins and a spool of white thread, it was punctuality. Timeliness, she said, was key to anything social. ‘Rather be ridiculously early than unforgivably late,’ she preached. ‘The trait of a proper ruler is being able to keep up with one’s schedule,’ she claimed (because the Emperor-or any government official for that matter-would seriously let Ayame rule a country). Therefore, it was only natural that Sensei expected Ayame to arrive on time, if not early, to any and all appointments she made with the young princess. Whether it be lessons or a walk in the park, the spazzcase always made sure she was at least five minutes early. She had learnt that the hard way when she had been 17.375 seconds late for class and had to sit for an extra half hour as punishment.

A dejected sigh escaped her mouth. Sensei was seriously gonna kill her...not even cookies would save her this time. Frak on a stick with jellybeans.

"Say, Ayame…
“Hmm?” Ayame blinked and looked over to her brother, a smile shoving its way back on her face.
“I found a peculiar note here - indicating something about flytackle football with me, if not holding a whole tournament." Her ears twitched slightly. Flytackle football…tournament? Now that Euric mentioned it, she did propose something like that a while back, didn’t she? And she had invited her darling Aloy-chan too, right? Her gaze followed her brothers and landed on Eriol.

…oh this would be delicious

"We won't probably make much of a tournament, but... You wouldn't mind me joining?" The grin had fully made its way up the side of her mouth.

“Not at all, Nii-sama.” she said, turning to look at her half brother, eyes shining in mischief. “Rather, I think Homo-Homo-kun over here would be honored to have the First Prince join us. Wouldn’t you, Knighty-kun?” Screw teatime. Forget about Sensei’s wrath. Ayame was spending ‘quality time with her beloved brother by partaking in sports, which promoted not only a healthy body, but encouraged family bonding.’

Even Sensei wouldn’t be able to argue that.

[Eriol Mitagar]

“I found a peculiar note here - indicating something about flytackle football with me, if not holding a whole tournament."

At this Eriol's ears perked, the hair on the back of his neck standing at attention. Something bad was about to happen, he could just sense it.

"We won't probably make much of a tournament, but... You wouldn't mind me joining?"

And there it was. The prince was basically proposing that they all go out and play this bogus sport. Great, just great, the knight thought. And here I thought I would merely meet the brat today. Now I get to spend the rest of the afternoon chasing after her? Perfect.

“Not at all Nii-sama. Rather, I think Homo-Homo-kun over here would be honored to have the First Prince join us. Wouldn’t you, Knighty-kun?”

The blond's shoulders sagged slightly as he closed his eyes. "Delighted," he responded monotonously. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind and he hoped it would save him, even just this one time. "Princess, aren't you late for a tea date with your Sensei?" The knight placed his hands on his hips confidently, as he secretly prayed it would work. Well he knew it wouldn't work on the brat as she could care less, but perhaps it would convince the prince to postpone.

[Euric Qi Britannia]

"Princess, aren't you late for a tea date with your Sensei?"

The notion from the knight made Euric frown slightly, though it was replaced by the smile of mischief rather quickly. A half-sibling perhaps, but in some occasions the first prince was probably the most close to the third princess' wavelength, and when this certain princess made a certain wall break in Euric's mind, the preceding rascal from years back was loose again. So, instead of agreeing, he but flashed Eriol an indicating smile. Sure, he had probably read her thoughts from her eyes - and on the other hand, he would have come up with the same thing as well.
"I'm sure Sensei will understand my keeping Ayame for not attending her tea today - after all, she can enjoy tea dates like that every day, but I must take my leisure to spend time my siblings whenever I have it - which definitely isn't too often. You can be at ease, knight - should Sensei have any say about this, I'll take the responsibility."
Euric knew it was probably everything but what the knight had hoped for, but it was his moment of spare time, and if there was any way better to spend it with Ayame than flytackle football, Euric had either the paperwork literally coming out of his ears to block his hearing or then really spent the last century in those endless wedding meetings to have missed it. So, he put the notebook back into his pocket, but before he got to ask where had they left in their game, a realization hit his mind about a thing he would prefer to know.
"Say, mr. Knight, I must have missed it but I have yet to know your actual name?"