Morrigan
Royalty
Posts: 8
Ooc Name: Ink
Rank: Novice
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Post by Morrigan on Jul 31, 2013 12:42:55 GMT -5
She opened her eyes seconds before the first light of dawn began to filter through the shutters. She didn't reach out to silence the alarm clock on her bedside table because there was no alarm clock or bedside table. There was precious little of anything she didn't need in her quarters. She certainly didn't need an alarm clock. She was hard-wired to rise at this time, a discipline that had become a habit for her, as had so much else. What she did reach for was the bottle of water, the small packet of crackers, and the green apple she'd set aside the night before. The chilly flagstones had kept the water cool, and while the crackers were getting close to stale, the apple was still fresh and firm. A frugal, spartan breakfast for anyone, certainly anyone who had their quarters in the royal castle of Magnostadt. She could probably have a banquet-sized meal every morning if she wanted it. But for a bodyguard, this much was sufficient. Once she'd finished eating, done her stretching routine and tidied up her bed, she padded over to the chair where she'd placed her clothes in a folded pile and began to dress. She pulled on her plain white shirt, buttoned it up to the collarbone, tucked it into a pair of black leather leggings, and rolled up her sleeves. Next came the leather vest, and her gloves emblazoned with the crest of her monarch, and finally the steel-shod jackboots, their blocky heels adding about an inch to her height. Last of all, the mask. She picked it up and stared at it for a few moments, as she always did on mornings such as this. It was elegant and crafted to fit over her features exactly, but it was a cold, solid, expressionless thing. Some masks were intended to show some inner quality of their wearers that they daren't show in their day-to-day lives. Many were designed to conceal their wearer's identity. This was the kind of mask that denied there was any wearer behind it worth speaking of. Even the eyeholes were covered with an opaque white film, like a one-sided mirror. She glanced up at the actual mirror that adorned the opposite wall. She'd never had a mirror before she'd been accepted into Her Majesty's service. There had been no reason for her to have one. It was unnecessary to her. But the castle's rooms were furnished according to the wishes of the Queen, and as one of the Kingsguard it was not her place to question them. She simply had to put up with its presence. But sometimes, when she was alone, she'd stare at the mirror for minutes on end, trying to recognize the green-eyed woman she saw staring back at her, and failing. She closed her eyes, slowly slipped the mask onto her face, and pressed it lightly. There was a barely audible whisper as magic flowed through her hands and into the object, firmly clamping it to her skin. As she had done many times before, she sought purchase with the tips of her fingers, and tugged, gently but firmly. It didn't come away. It couldn't be removed by any force other than her own magic, she knew this well. She opened her eyes, and finally saw a face she recognized staring back at her out of the mirror. The face of Morrigan. It was time to leave. She performed a last, routine check of her garments, and without a second glance at the mirror, she strode out of the room, locking the door behind her. Once in the hallway, Morrigan began to swiftly make her way down to the training chamber. It would be some time until Her Majesty left her boudoir, and until the Kinsguard was needed, she might as well use the time wisely and get some exercise in.
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