Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Azalea Dilaurentis
Azalea grinned wryly at Arkady, and was rewarded an angry muscle clenching in Cal's job. "Aye, I am." She said bemusedly. She gave Arkady a once over. "There's no way you'll pass for a noble, you smell ghastly, your in desperate need of a shave, etc." Azalea said matter of factory with a smirk, counting off with her fingers, Cal snickered.
"In other words, you'll help get the servants out while I... never mind that. Leave the rest to me." Azalea said, quickly trailing off, she peered up, like she usually did when she was guilty, lying, or up to something, Cal, not knowing this, went after Arkady.
"In other words, your too sloppy to play the role of her husband," Cal sneered, acting the typical stereotype of a snob of a noble. "I on the other hand-" Cal paused as he reached out and gently grabbed Azalea's wrist, each of her wrist lightly scarred, from something that happened more then two months ago.
Thwack!
Cal was rewarded with a hard slap to the face, he head went to the side with the force of it, leaving a pretty welt across his cheek, his lip bled. He cried out, surprised by Azalea's slapped, along with the angry force of it. Clearly Cal had touched touched a nerve by grabbing her wrist, a big one at that.
Azalea burned with anger, eyes narrowed, her lips pressed thinly together, her nails dug painfully into her palms, as well as the fresh cut in her hand. "There will not be a husband, if you continue to act like such a rotter, I will become a widowed wife." Azalea hissed through gritted teeth, before turning away and walking off. Cal stared after her dumbfounded, wondering what he'd done to piss her off, he rubbed his cheek, watching her converse with Dana, looking to be having a serious talk. Azalea jumped on Dana's horse, followed by Dana, she grabbed a cloak Urid handed her, a black one, matching the rest of the groups, she threw the hood over her head, masking her identity grabbed the reins, and the horse sped off through the trees, Azalea gave the signal, a wave of her hand for them to follow, her black cape of the cloak rippling behind her.
Cal hoped on his black stallion, turning his horse to follow after them, a red mark on his cheek, he looked at Arkady with an angry scowl. "She'll never love you." Cal said matter of factly, raising his chin.
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