And then she was running. Bare foot. Over grass and mud and forest debris. Feet bloody and caked with mud. She didn't care, she felt alive; free to behave like a young woman, not forced into the stifling corseted role of Queen.
She stopped, momentarily, to look behind her; wondering how far ahead she was, she assumed far enough. Lifting her head Lily gazed into the night sky, inky darkness but for a few fiery twinkles burning thousands of miles away. As she let out a joyful howl to her twinkling nighttime companions, a body launched into her back and both toppled to the ground.
Lily humphed in annoyance at being taken unawares. Those usually glacial blue eyes grinned back at her with triumph.
"Victory!" He crowed, "am I the first to capture the Queen?" Teasing her would only win him content. "First and last!" She sang before disappearing into the trees.
Tonight was a rare occasion for Lily, one of the very few nights she could throw off the shackles of being Queen. A tradition started only a few centuries before to periodically test the reigning Queen in various skills. Tonight was one of Lily's favourite tests; speed and agility, in which she had to successfully evade capture by her Blood Pack. It was a game she and her sister had enjoyed since childhood. Lily had never been captured. Until tonight.
Aha, the plot thickens. I want to find out more of the history of these characters already. :)
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