Thread:Daligha/@comment-24664052-20150413103347/@comment-26307371-20150414074104

Cecilia could feel Arthur's eyes on her. It was not an unpleasant feeling. She was, of course, accustomed to being watched. She was a princess, and her servants had been trained to watch her every move and expression in order to anticipate her needs and see to them. At balls and gatherings, too, she was watched by the nobility. Her figure and youth and high position drew attention to her everywhere. It was a thing as natural as breathing, but she did so enjoy being watched.

At times, though, those looks were ones of scorn. Her body was called beautiful by some, but so, too, was it called sinful. It was the demonic energy leaking from the nearby demon realm that caused it, the archbishop had said. Offenburgh, like most human states, embraced the religion of The Order. Mamono were evil, and they corrupted men and women alike. "Is something wrong, Sir Arthur?" she asked in her usual polite tone, the petulant whining that has marked her previous utterances gone now that she wasn't walking. "I'm sorry if my... If I make you uneasy. I know that they sometimes call me 'the Cursed Princess'. I imagine it must be hard on you, having to accompany me."