Capulet
For once, she knew what it was like for her brother when he was on the streets. She missed him. She missed being warm. She missed being pampered. She missed her clean and clear complexion. She found herself missing a lot. Possibly too much.
She leaned back against her sword carefully. No one would notice her sword and she didn't know how many monsters would attempt to get her. Or how many mortal men would try and pick her up. She just wanted to go home.
Or at least, camp.
She heard footsteps and huddled in closer, her muscles tensed to bolt if she needed to.
I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell