Our Chaotic Order

33: Not Bloody Likely

She bowed her head. "My apologies. We were informed that you would... Resist."

I smiled. "You were correct." I said simply, and gripped the railing. "Had you not been my... friends, mother, I would kill you for your insolence, attempting to collar me like a dog. Remember me well. I do not Heel. But this time, I will allow myself to be escorted. Politely." I warned her.

She bowed. "Thank you for your consideration."

"Yes... then let us go. Sir Gareth? Sir Dunwal? Please inform the Servant Demons to repair any damages before following me." I stepped off the railing, holding my dress down, and landed on bent toes. I brushed off my clothes, smoothing the wrinkles, and walked over to her primly.

One of the Knights, the one I'd stabbed through the thigh, gripped my arm and tried to pull me. I stood still, and when he turned to me, I kneed him between the legs at my full strength, and huffed, stepping on his skull as I walked over him.

"Insolent fool." I sniffed, and stood next to Samira.

She chuckled. "He wasn't very smart anyway. Good riddance, hmm? Let us go, please." She tucked her helmet under her arm, and sheathed her weapon, prompting the others to follow suit.

I smiled at her. "You're very interesting, ma'am. I wasn't aware women could be Knights of the Order."

She grimaced. "I am not a Knight. I am a Captain, a step under a Knight. In a few years, I might gain that rank. But yes, women can be Knights. My mother is one." She smirked at my look of shock, and escorted me to a large metal carriage. I hopped onto the drivers bench, and smiled at her look of amusement.

"I don't like confinement." I said simply.

She nodded and climbed up beside me, making the three knights behind her, (or maybe not knights...) two helping the limping third, climb into the back of the carriage.

The reins were empty, that I could see, but I activated an 'Eye of Amun,' a spell of discovery, and gasped. Two horses, covered of the most beautiful, pure white hair, and even their hooves were white, which was rare.

I looked at Samira. "That's amazing. How are their hooves are white?"

She shrugged. "I can't see them, so I don't know a thing. I just know they can move." She snapped the reins gently, and they lurched forward, moving almost at the speed of Baba, when she was flying.

We reached a castle, and she hopped off as we stopped in a stable.

I smiled and pet the horses manes. "I'll see you soon, lovelies!" I kissed their snouts, and giggled when one lipped my jacket for sugar. I had two sugar cubes in my pocket from my Tea, and I fed them to them, one a piece, and pet them a last time, following Samira.

We entered a large building, just as Dunwal and Gareth landed next to us and rushed to my side. They walked behind me and to either side, eyes wary.

I looked at Samira. "So. How old are you?"

"24." She said simply, eyes forward.

"12 years older than him? Interesting..." I hummed.

"He has three other siblings as well, and they're all 6." She grinned.

I blinked. "Oh. Interesting..."

She laughed. "Okay, fine. I'm done playing with you. I'm 32. I wondered how young you thought I was." She grinned mischievously.

I smiled. "I thought so. So you have triplets?"

"Yes. Jacob, Emmet, and Donavon." She smiled proudly. "They're adorable. Here." She showed me a picture taken from a hidden pocket in her breastplate.