well i have to say mine are a lil more advanced than that:
The last few nights Tarim Reswar had stayed up the entire night, guarding the entrance to Her Royal Majesty's inner bed chambers. It was physically tiring, since the amount of sleep she got recently severely decreased due to her becoming the Queen's personal guard, but the thought of speaking up never crossed her mind. Instead she willed herself awake and alert for any little creak, any little difference or discomfort the Queen had, so that she could help her Majesty in any way she could.
She was the second daughter of a family in a city near to the castle. Early on Tarim knew that her family's trade was not for her, and thus entered the military when she turned fifteen. The thought of doing it for patriotism wasn't nearly as strong as her desire to not end up as a seamstress. In a few years time, however, her love for the country blossomed out of her silly teenaged mind. It was more difficult than she had ever even thought of, but it didn't take her long to learn the discipline that it required of her. Her determination and motivation helped her raise through the ranks, and her dexterity and skill caused some of her comrades to admire her. Tarim was too modest to take pleasure in the admiration and instead focused on honing her skills and learning new ones.
With enough time, she was plucked to help guard the Queen's castle, an honour that she took dearly to heart. She was new and lowly on this new hierarchy, but cared not since she was able to help the nation's beloved Queen. Her being chosen to replace the Queen's personal guard who had recently passed away came as a tremendous surprise that left her breathless. She swore her oaths ten times over to protect her Queen with all her might. Although she had not had time to truly get to know Her Majesty (and what an honour it would be), she still did her best to do whatever she required.
The young woman was twenty five and of middling stature. She wasn't too tall, nor too short and her body was quite toned from ten years of military service. Her hips were the only soft curves to her body, and the size of them troubled her ever since she was a girl. It proved a bit difficult to get armor changed to fit her hips, but there was little she could do to change it. At the moment, she wore no armor, instead the simplistic outfit of the Queen's guard; a simple tunic, belt, pants, and boots all made of the country's colours. Tarim had hair that hung to the middle of her back, braided and twisted up into a dark brown bun at the nape of her neck. Her skin was dark from practices out in the sun, and freckles sprinkled over her cheeks and shoulders. Her face was plain and honest, and she was quick to smile and jest.
Tarim stood up straighter and strained her ears. The hairs on her arm stood on edge and she got goosebumps. Something was wrong. "Majesty?" the knight called as she started to enter the room. When she heard something happening she hurried into the room, bursting the door open. At the sight of some assailant in black with a knife above her Queen, Tarim's mind went into over drive. With hardly a thought she sprinted to the bed, grabbing her own short sword out of hand as reflex. With a grunt she grabbed the man's arm and drove her knife into his leg as she pulled him off of the Queen.
-17yo me writing in 2008
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" stayed up the entire night, guarding the entrance to Her Royal Majesty's inner bed chambers. It was physically tiring, since the amount of sleep she got recently severely decreased due to her becoming the Queen's personal guard"
this is strangely homoerotic
Re: actual rp intro i wrote as a teenager; dedicated 2 all the bodyguard lesbian fic nonas
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actual rp intro i wrote as a teenager; dedicated 2 all the bodyguard lesbian fic nonas
The last few nights Tarim Reswar had stayed up the entire night, guarding the entrance to Her Royal Majesty's inner bed chambers. It was physically tiring, since the amount of sleep she got recently severely decreased due to her becoming the Queen's personal guard, but the thought of speaking up never crossed her mind. Instead she willed herself awake and alert for any little creak, any little difference or discomfort the Queen had, so that she could help her Majesty in any way she could.
She was the second daughter of a family in a city near to the castle. Early on Tarim knew that her family's trade was not for her, and thus entered the military when she turned fifteen. The thought of doing it for patriotism wasn't nearly as strong as her desire to not end up as a seamstress. In a few years time, however, her love for the country blossomed out of her silly teenaged mind. It was more difficult than she had ever even thought of, but it didn't take her long to learn the discipline that it required of her. Her determination and motivation helped her raise through the ranks, and her dexterity and skill caused some of her comrades to admire her. Tarim was too modest to take pleasure in the admiration and instead focused on honing her skills and learning new ones.
With enough time, she was plucked to help guard the Queen's castle, an honour that she took dearly to heart. She was new and lowly on this new hierarchy, but cared not since she was able to help the nation's beloved Queen. Her being chosen to replace the Queen's personal guard who had recently passed away came as a tremendous surprise that left her breathless. She swore her oaths ten times over to protect her Queen with all her might. Although she had not had time to truly get to know Her Majesty (and what an honour it would be), she still did her best to do whatever she required.
The young woman was twenty five and of middling stature. She wasn't too tall, nor too short and her body was quite toned from ten years of military service. Her hips were the only soft curves to her body, and the size of them troubled her ever since she was a girl. It proved a bit difficult to get armor changed to fit her hips, but there was little she could do to change it. At the moment, she wore no armor, instead the simplistic outfit of the Queen's guard; a simple tunic, belt, pants, and boots all made of the country's colours. Tarim had hair that hung to the middle of her back, braided and twisted up into a dark brown bun at the nape of her neck. Her skin was dark from practices out in the sun, and freckles sprinkled over her cheeks and shoulders. Her face was plain and honest, and she was quick to smile and jest.
Tarim stood up straighter and strained her ears. The hairs on her arm stood on edge and she got goosebumps. Something was wrong. "Majesty?" the knight called as she started to enter the room. When she heard something happening she hurried into the room, bursting the door open. At the sight of some assailant in black with a knife above her Queen, Tarim's mind went into over drive. With hardly a thought she sprinted to the bed, grabbing her own short sword out of hand as reflex. With a grunt she grabbed the man's arm and drove her knife into his leg as she pulled him off of the Queen.
-17yo me writing in 2008
Re: actual rp intro i wrote as a teenager; dedicated 2 all the bodyguard lesbian fic nonas
this is strangely homoerotic
Re: actual rp intro i wrote as a teenager; dedicated 2 all the bodyguard lesbian fic nonas