Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:Jezabelle decided on the flag, since she actually had an idea of where Katarina and Nika were. She had a better chance of reaching them faster from outside of the castle than from inside, and less of a chance of the guards she encountered knowing about the state she had left the Prince in. She just hoped that the flagpole and mount would be able to handle her extra weight. After steadying her nerves she pushed herself out from the castle wall and forced herself to jump into the waving fabric, grabbing onto it tightly and trying to wrap her legs around it to slow her descent.
Jez's decent probably went a bit faster than she was hoping -- pesky gravity and all. But the mount held, and compared to jumping out of a plane, this was a comparative piece of cake. Jez might come down a little ungainly, but she would make it down just fine.
Back with the others, the "handmaidens" knew to keep their mouths shut and heads lowered. It was not their place to speak, and their identical nature might be more easily overlooked.
After a moment's confusion, the leader of the guards facing the escapees straightened up and saluted. "Yes, your highness. Yes, Lieutenant. Immediately. We'll...uh...yes." he said, clearly flustered and beyond confused. "We will... escort you to the garage. For...for Symkaria!"
Katarina leaned in and whispered a translation to Jez. "We are getting out of here. Look down your nose a little at them as we leave; you are House Karkov, and your word is worth it's weight in my Gold.
And we must hurry, before anyone more loyal to Alex than the country gets their head in the game."
Clearing her throat, she spoke up again. "Lieutenant Novak, if you would be so kind as to lead us? Show these...men how to properly treat royalty."