So. He knows. Of course, he knew. What exactly had she expected? Louis vaguely recalled the previous night's conversation, and now as she laid in her underclothes—a loose fitting white top, pulled up and around her bloodied side so that it could be tended to, and similar bloomers—in broad...
Louis was silent at the confirmation of the soldiers' deaths, her eyes lingering on the Prince's before finding the ground. She didn't know the Prince that well, but she could tell that it was eating at him; and really, why shouldn't it? They had died trying to protect him. He should feel bad...
Louis stared at the Prince as he talked, muscles tense and eyes bloodshot. He hadn't made any comment about her position as a woman, but he must know—surely, he must. The longer she was awake, however, the longer she realized how poor her condition was. If she had considered running before, or...
It was well into the evening when Louis finally opened her eyes, the pain in her side becoming overwhelming. Groaning, the woman pulled herself into a sitting position, head swimming with nonsense until she recalled with sudden clarity the events of the day. A thousand thoughts flew through her...
I tried turning it off by going to My Account > Privacy > Unchecking the box "show my online status," but it is still visible for me and also shows me my last read date in PMs. The box "Show your Last Read Date in conversation messages" box is also unchecked. I've gone back multiple times to...
Louis had just stepped out of the carriage, helmet returned to her head, when the attack began. The masked men that swarmed out of the forest did not look familiar to her; unless there was something that Louis had missed, these were not resistance fighters. They were enemies of both she and the...
After nodding and confirming the Prince's question, Louis expected to hop back out of the carriage and continue on foot. In fact, she was already scooting along the length of the cushion to get to the door when the man inquired of her. Pausing, with her hand nearly on the handle, Louis quietly...
Louis almost didn't catch the sound of the Prince's words through all the footsteps and clanking armor, but her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Everyone's did. Louis cast a glance between the Prince and one other knight, a man named Dwaine—he looked at her and gestured with a slight...
The sun beating down overhead made Louis hate the stuffy uniform she wore as part of the Prince's Entourage. Swatting at a mosquito that had landed on her neck, the disguised woman looked around at the troop of soldiers around her—all men, broad-shouldered and bearded and looking nothing like...
all i do is win win win no matter what
something something idk the words to this song
somethin bout a building, everybody’s hands go UP
AND THEY STAY THERE
man that sucks about the racism. fucking hate it when a good piece of media is corrupted by that shit
the new ducktales show was made by The Queen, Dana Terrance, though, so it's kind of cool that an old piece of media inspired a really awesome creator that makes sure all the characters get...