It had been a while sense Levi had even reported in. Originally he’d thought that doing a bit of minor recon work in an enemy kingdom wouldn’t be as hard as he’d thought. However he’d been stuck there for a couple months longer than he’d bargained for, the information on who he really was leaking out to the king.Riding a stolen horse back to the castle he wanted nothing more than to lie down in his own bed again, however he had a duty to uphold and he needed to report back to his own royal family.
Another day, another bunch of barons with assorted problems that really don’t need her help. At least it was better than harpsichord and sewing lessons. The knight from yesterday was supposed to report again, and hopefully there was some tidbit of information that was useful. Nobody should have to work that hard for nothing. He enters the throne room once again, and she orders everyone else out.
Levi saluted he entered the room, keeping his head down until he was ordered to do otherwise. “M’am,” he greeted quietly. He was surprised she would just see him right away like this, her father would have made him wait ages before he’d actually see a knight. He stepped to the middle room, waiting for her to ask the questions before he explained.
"No need for the formality today, Corporal. I’ve got a feeling this will take a while." Armin waves for the knight to relax, sitting forward in the throne. He looked better than yesterday, when he was half dead from exhaustion. Granted, she wasn’t supposed to hear him first, but his case was far more important than a rat problem in some far-off providence. "Start from the beginning."
Levi nodded, raising his head and looking up at the girl. His position turned from rigid and overly formal to calm and laid back. “As you probably know I was sent to the neighboring kingdom by your father to do a bit of spy work. I managed to get rather close to one of the nobles, to be honest it was rather easy to get near the fool.” He shook his head, “He told me that they were planning to launch an attack near the southernmost border, infiltrate through our allies kingdom because we’d never see it coming. However on the night that I had planned to ride back…my cover was blown. I don’t know how but they imprisoned me, questioned me for information.” He bowed his head, using questioned rather lightly.
Armin kept her hands folded neatly in her laps, keeping the stifling etiquette perfect. “From what I know, the south’s the easiest way in, unless you want to brave the northern storms. And a representative needs to be sent to the neighboring kingdoms to reinforce alliances.” Even though he was captured, the information was still useful. She’d never imagine one of their strongest allies would let enemy troops pass through. “Is it possible someone recognized you from a different court? I recall a conference several years ago, taking place on neutral ground. Both my father and the opposing king attended.”
"I’m really not sure m’am," he replied quietly. "To be honest I don’t really remember much about the night…" I had been a lot of horses, an almost escape through a thicker part of the forest. He hadn’t made it though and he was almost positive he hadn’t come into contact with anyone he’d recognized. He shook his head, "If someone knew who I was they would have seen me…but I didn’t see them."
"True… But that also brings the issue of spies to light. There are several tunnels and passageways throughout the castle, built in case of emergencies. It’s possible that a spy here was lurking about and heard about your mission." As much as Armin hated to admit it, it was a valid point. Those passages went everywhere, from the kitchen and dining hall to the throne room and armory.
Levi nodded, “Perhaps it would be wise to have regular patrols in the tunnels then, if this really as become a problem.” He wasn’t really in any position to suggest such things, however he felt guilty that his job had gone so terribly wrong.
"The problem is that we’re short staffed enough as it is. We can’t spare men for the tunnels without leaving the entrance unprotected." That’s the problem with having a small kingdom. It always seemed like there were never enough people to work everywhere they needed to. Although, this wasn’t a matter that Armin had the authority to change. Her father and he alone could change the kingdom’s security.
send me a † for an angel au: your muse is an angel and mine is a demon (it’s cool, I feel ya, mobile is awful and i used to do 100% of my rping on mobile way back when)
The demon grinned down at the perfect little blonde angel. “Well, what have we here? Why if it isn’t an angel!” Jean laughed loudly at the little blonde. “And what are you doing here?”
Armin’s hand went instinctively to the handle of her seraph blade, ready to defend herself. Even though she’d gone great lengths to prevent others of supernatural origins from sensing her, an angelic aura was impossible to hide completely. “None of your business, demon. Let me pass.”
Jean’s grin grew. “Mmm, I could, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it? You know, you’ve tried so hard to hide yourself, wouldn’t it be a shame if everyone in here found out your little secret because you caused a little ruckus?” He said, nodding at the blade that her hand was now wrapped around. On her own, yes, she could probably take him, but this was not a safe place for creatures of heaven, and if she had to use her seraph blade against him, everyone would realize what she was, and it wouldn’t be a fun situation for her. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone though, and I won’t hurt you either.” He said, licking his lips. “I’m really just looking for a little fun.”
Armin glared up at the demon, unknowingly making her wings puff up in agitation. As much as she hated to admit it, he had a point. Seraph bladed amplified angelic powers, shattering any hiding spells she had in place. Why hadn’t she thought to bring a blessed iron blade instead? Because that would leave her vulnerable to every other monster the Earth had to offer. Seraph harmed anything and everything that didn’t have either angelic or mortal heritage. “Even if I did tell you, you wouldn’t understand why I’m chasing it down. Now get out of my way.”