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Muse A is a blind girl in the town. Muse B is the prince of the kingdom. Except every day, Muse B leaves the castle to explore. He doesn’t always like the attention of a royal, and so he leaves alone. One day, on a shortcut that Muse A has memorized, Muse B crossed paths and accidentally bumps into her. The two start to speak, but for some reason, since Muse A is blind, Muse B deceives her into thinking he is a common boy so that she doesn't treat him differently. It was the only way he can be himself for once and have a real friend. Muse A and Muse B meet up a couple of times, and when an accident happens that causes Muse A to lose her parents, she is taken to the castle to work as a servant, even if she is blind. Questions start to rise when she finds Muse B there, and things get even more complicated. Yet Muse B still plays along. But what happens when one day she gets her vison? How would he explain himself? Worse, what happens when he catches feelings for her when he’s not supposed to?

Cool.

So name, age and appearance for characters to start quickly?

Alright sounds good.

| Elizabeth Warren| 18 | Commoner |

|light brown hair | green/brown eyes|

Name: London Anderson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-cont...

Sorry but I only use real face claims. Is it okay to change please

Okay give me just a moment.

Fixed

God he’s eyes O.O

Either way, want me to stay or u?

Could you start?

Five steps forwards,Elizabeth thought to herself as she counts every step she takes. After that, her hand reached out in search of the small tree trunk that should be close. Her fingers brush against the rough bark, and she then felt the carving she was looking for. A small smile appeared on her lips, satisfied that she was on the right path. She then pulls her hand back to hold the wooden basket again, carrying it with both hands now. Being blind made it difficult for Elizabeth to get around, that was for sure. But with her determination, she managed to learn of a path behind the village that allows her to get home without being watched. Of course with the help of her mom at first. But now that she’s been using it for many years, she’s learned to travel this path alone with no ones help, and she uses it every day.

The problem with being blind though was that no one believes she is capable of taking care of herself when clearly she can. The argument from today was still on her mind. Her mother yelling at her and trying to advise her that she needed to think about herself and find someone that would take care her. I could take care of my own self! Elizabeth thought to herself. Her mom was determined to find someone for her to marry. Even though her mother wouldn’t admit it, she knew that was impossible, and that too made her angry. Who would marry a peasant like her, blind and unable to work? Elizabeth was too lost in thought that she forgot to turn when she was supposed to, and instead she was walking straight towards the river.

London made sure his hood was in place as he walked along. He didn't want that attention, glad he had managed to slip passed that guards that usually followed him around when he went out. If they had come along he wouldn't have been able to enjoy the place like he wanted. They would have just been looming behind him constantly reminding him of what he shouldn't do. But they weren't here now, and he could go on exploring to his hearts content. And now he was was walking on nice path just outside the village. It was nice and quiet, and the scenery was beautiful. The river beside flowing, he decided to stop and take a moment to enjoy it. He stood by the edge of the river just listened to it, the sounds were enough to calm him for now. At least until he got back home, but all he wanted to think about was now. He stood there for a moment before he heard someone coming up. He looked back just as he saw someone heading right for the river. Did she plan on swimming, and fully clothed? He quite sure what was going on, but he knew the water was still pretty cold.
"You'll get sick if you go in there." He told her, lifting an eyebrow curiously as he watched her head for it.

Elizabeth was too distracted to think about the fact that she had taken more steps then she was supposed. Her mother’s words rang in her head, loud and clear. Why can’t she understand me? Elizabeth asks herself. It seemed like every day her mother would pester her with the same questions. Elizabeth knew that sooner or later her mother would find someone for her, but Elizabeth didn’t want that. At least not yet. She didn’t think she was ready. Besides, who would want a blind wife? Especially if they were to get married and not know anything about each other. Before Elizabeth could form an answer to her question, Elizabeth heard a voice.

A gasp escaped her lips as she came to a complete stop just before the edge. Her grip on the wooden basket tightened as she turned to face the source, even though she was blind. She was lost at words first, confused to find someone. Normally she was always alone on this path. “Excuse me?” She said in a confused tone to what he said.

He blinked as he heard her confused tone, taking a few steps closer to her. Maybe she didn't hear me, he thought to himself.
"The river?" He explained a bit more. "It's freezing, you'll get sick if you go for a swim right now." He got closer and looked at her. Something was different about her, but for some reason he couldn't put his finger on it, maybe it was the fact that she didn't recognize him. Most people did right away, since he was so close to her it sort of surprised him. It took him a second to realize what was happening as he looked at her. She was looking in his direction but not fully at him. Was she blind? He didn't want to just come out and ask it like that, not wanting to offend her. So he didn't say anything about it. She had got here on her own, beside this she seemed to be getting around fine on her own.

Elizabeth brows narrowed in confusion when he spoke. “The river?” She asked. Of course, she wouldn’t know what he was talking about. But he wouldn’t know that, unless he was one of the villagers, because almost everyone knew everyone here. “I’m blind,” she tells him, then realized that when she listened, she could hear the rush of the river. She hated that she had to tell people she was blind if they didn’t know because she didn’t want anyone’s pity. She didn’t want anyone to think she was weak, or pathetic for being alone and not with someone that could help her get around. She noticed him step closer to her, so she took a step back, however her foot stepped on a round rock that caused her to trip a little. Her hands loosened on the baskets, causing it to tumble to the floor, spilling its content out and having most roll into the river.

With a sigh, Elizabeth kneeled down, her hands moving around her to look for the basket. She found it and felt the inside to see if anything was still in there. But it was empty. She frowned, and her hands started to pat the floor in search of the vegetables that had fallen over the edge, but she didn’t know. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time sir, but I can take care for myself now.” She said, a hint of stubbornness, even if it didn’t look like she was doing a good job at it at the moment. The only thing in her mind now was that this man was thinking of how dumb it was for her to be alone now that he found out she was blind.

He noticed how she stepped away from him, but didn't get to help in time as the basket spilled to the ground. He went to kneel down to help her, but stopped for a moment as she said she didn't need help. He pressed his lips together, feeling bad just standing there and watching. He wasn't just going to let her feel around until she found every bit of them. He sighed and knelt down anyway.
"It's not a waste of time." He told her softly. "I'm glad to help." From the way she spoke, he knew she didn't want anyone pitying her. And he wasn't going to do that, it was the farthest thing from his mind. All he wanted was to help now, since she seemed like she did need it.

No matter where she moves her hands, Elizabeth didn’t feel any of the vegetables. Just the packed dirt. She was wondering how far they could have rolled. Surely not that far. She needed to gather them and head home, before her mother worries about her. Her mother always worried about her if she stayed out too long, afraid someone would take advantage of her. But Elizabeth wanted to show her she was perfectly fine by herself. Except this scene said other wise.

As she was searching for the vegetables, she heard movement next to her, and before she knew he was next to her, helping her pick up the vegetables. She stopped searching, but this time she didn’t lift her head like earlier. She just stared at the floor, listening to what he said. Elizabeth bit the inside of her cheeks, feeling stupid. He thought she needed help. She had almost ran into the river like an idiot. She really felt pathetic, searching for the vegetables, and not knowing half of them already fell into the water. Now she was definitely sure he pitied her, having to watch her as she wasted her time.

But when he spoke, and he assured her she wasn’t wasting his time. He sounded kind. She just went back to searching for the vegetables, finally finding some and putting them into the basket.

He grabbed the last of the ones on the ground and put them into the basket. He looked over seeing the rest had rolled into the water. A lot of them had already been swept away down river, but some of them were still right were he could grab them. He stood up and went over to the edge and reached over and scooped up the ones that were still floating there. Once he had all of them he came back over and put them into her basket. He looked from her to the basket, thinking for a moment.
"...there you go." He said softly. He reached down and gently helped her to her feet. He picked up the basket and handed it over to her.

Elizabeth didn’t feel anything around her anymore, but knew she couldn’t have gathered all of them already. Did he live quickly to get them for her? She heard him get up move away. Soon he was coming closer again and she heard the tumble of the vegetables as they settled in the basket. They rolled that far? She thought. Soon enough she felt his hand on her, pulling her up. Her head turned a little as if to look at his hand hands, even if she couldn’t see. It was something she did, to feel a little normal. Her head would always turn to face the sound she hears or movements she would feel. She stood up and then felt him hand her the basket. She reached out and held it. “Thank you....” She said. Even if she didn’t want his help. She wasn’t rude enough to not thank him. Realizing the basket was lighter, she said, “do we not have all the vegetables?” Because her mother would give her an exact amount of money to give to Sibley, the person that sold her the vegetables and knew what her mother always wanted, and that way Elizabeth would never get cheated nor not get everything they need, she grew used to how much they weighed, and she was sure her mother would be angry because of this.

"Unfortunately not." He said feeling a bit bad he couldn't fully help her. If the water wasn't so cold he would have tried to go after the rest. "The rest got swept away down river." He glanced over to the water again, plus it was moving pretty fast. She looked very distraught over the missing vegetables, he wondered if there was something he could do. "I'm sorry." He felt bad for having startled her in the first place, if he hadn't of then she still would have had all of them. "Let me make it up to you." He suddenly know how to fix her current predicament, though he wasn't sure if she would even accept his offer. But he wanted to at least try, it was the least he could do after all.

Wonderful, Elizabeth thought. Now she had to return home with vegetables missing, and if her mother found out that they fell into the river, she would be worried. She wouldn’t let her go by herself anymore because next time it wouldn’t be the vegetables that fell into the river, but her daughter. She was thinking to herself of how she would fix this. Maybe go back to Mr. Sibley and promise him she would pay him back another time if he gave her vegetables. But before she could go on with that thought, the man before her spoke again about being sorry and wanting to help her. “And how so?” She asked him.

"I can make up for the vegetables you lost." He told her. "I feel responsible for them falling in, at least let me replace the ones that were lost." He noticed how worried she seemed about it, and he didn't want to be the cause of that worry. If he could help her with this problem, maybe he would have done something good. He wondered how differently this would have gone if she had been able to see him and know who he was. But somehow he was glad for that, she didn't know. It was what he wanted after all. It was why he was out here with no guards exploring on his own. So he could at least pretend he was just a normal person.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. He didn’t plan on paying. Did he? Even if it was his fault. She would feel bad to take from his money. Besides, Elizabeth wasn’t sure what his status was and if she should take money from him. She wouldn’t ask him of his status of course, because that was rude. But there were many poor in this village. Still, she really didn’t want her mother to get angry at her and stop her from running errands. She bit her lip as she thought. “Fine,” She said with a nod of her head. “But I will pay you back. There’s nothing you will say that will change my mind.” Elizabeth was lucky he knew what had fell out, and she should use his help to get them back, even though she didn’t want to look weak by letting him help her. “Promise me.” She tells him, her face facing his even though she couldn’t see him.

She really was a determined girl, he thought to himself. He had wanted to tell her not to worry about it. But he stopped himself seeing the look of determination on her face, and hearing it in her voice. He sort of admired that. Even though she had a bit of trouble, she still wanted to do things on her own. He wished he had that, which was another reason why he liked to come out on his own.
"Alright." He said softly after a moment. He felt a bit bad though that she wanted to do so, he could very easily get what she had lost. But maybe it was also a good thing she believed she needed to pay him back. "I promise."

Elizabeth was glad she would pay him back. The last thing she needed was for a stranger to pay for the vegetables she lost. It wouldn’t be fair, and not to mention she didn’t want to look desperate. “Good.” She smiled. Realizing that she didn’t even know who he was or did he know her, Elizabeth introduced herself. “I’m Elizabeth, by the way.” Though maybe he knew of her, since she was the only blind girl in the village. But it was the proper thing to do.

"It's nice to meet you Elizabeth." He managed a bit of a smile, deciding whether or not to tell her his name. He decided to go for it, nobody called him by his name, he was just the Prince or your majesty. People didn't care about his name, or what he wanted really. He didn't really like that, it was kind of annoying. "I'm London." He introduced himself to her, as if he was just a normal person. Not royalty but a commoner. "Come on, lets see about replacing those."

Elizabeth nodded with a small smile. With not much knowledge of the royals family’s name, Elizabeth didn’t think much of his name. Of course, since she lost track of her path, Elizabeth wasn’t sure what direction the market place was. She hated that being blind made it difficult for her to figure her way back, and she hated that she had to ask this. “Can you... can you lead me, please?”

He hadn't wanted to just assume she wanted help, he would have felt bad if he had just grabbed her hand or something and led the way without her asking for it. But turned back to her, glad she had asked and came back over to her.
"Of course." He gently took her hand and put it through his looped arm, leading the way back to the market. It was one of the places that he liked to frequent, when he would come out on his own to explore. As long as there was a crowd no one seemed to pay him any mind and just go about there business. Of course having his hood cover most of his face helped too.

When he agreed, she felt his hand take hers to wrap around his arm before they started to walk. Her head turned a little, as if to look at their hands, even if she couldn’t see. It was something she did, to feel a little normal. But she thought about her hand, holding his arm as they walked. Normally, people their age wouldn’t be doing that in public if they weren’t married because people would assume something was between them, and god forbid that. Her mother would kill her if she thought her daughter was doing anything behind her back. But she was blind, and everyone that looks their way wouldn’t get suspicious because they knew she was blind. Yet, she never had an older guy hold her but her father. She was a little awed at the thought.

London glanced over to her as they walked along, wondering what this looked like from the outside. Nobody really could see his face, but he guessed most people around here knew who she was. He didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about her, but he also didn't want to let her go and she lose her way again. There was silence for a while as they walked before he decided to speak up.
"So Elizabeth." He said softly, deciding to maybe try and get to know her a bit. He felt it was the proper thing to do right now, and they had some time before they reached the market. "Do you take that path a lot?" He was really just curious, seeing how determined she was, he wondered why he hadn't run into her before.

What was worse than being blind was being blind and in silence. It was one thing to not see, but to walk with a stranger with no sound either from them or around them felt weird. Just the sound of their steps was heard. Luckily, after a few steps, he decided to break the silence. “Yes. Almost everyday. I use this path to get from home and the market since it isn’t used much. Growing up, I learned this pathway by heart, that way I could move around and not stay home. I run errands for my mother, you see. Usually I come by here earlier. However, I was side tracked today.” Elizabeth explained. She wondered if that was the reason she ran into him today. “How about you?” She asked.

So she really was more independent then he thought, again he couldn't help but admire that. She just wanted to do things on her own.
"Some times." He said, trying to not give away to much, but also not really wanting to lie. He found an in between point. "It's a nice place to go and just clear my head." He glanced over to her for a moment before looking forward again. He wasn't going to tell her that coming out here was the only solace had away from his duties. Away from the castle where every move he made someone was watching him, to make sure he was acting the right way.

“I see...” she said. She didn’t think she’s ever ran into him before. Maybe once or twice, but he probably didn’t acknowledge her and she didn’t know it was him. “I could only imagine how nice it is,” she points out with a small smile, indicating to how she didn’t know how it looks. She moved on though from that, and asked, “Are you from this village?”

"I am." He nodded his head, deciding now he fully had to lie. It was easier for to think he was just some common man. He didn't need the added complications of her knowing he was the prince. She probably wouldn't be talking to him now if he had told her otherwise. "But I...live more on the outskirts of the village." A bit more closer to the truth, but still not fully.

Elizabeth didn’t expect him to lie to her at all. Why would a person lie about who they were if they were a commoner after all? But that’s exactly why he was lying, because he wasn’t a commoner, and she would act differently towards him had she known the truth of who he was. “If you don’t mind me asking... it may sound a bit peculiar... but can you describe yourself to me. How you look and how old you are?” Elizabeth asked a bit shyly. Even if she was blind, she liked to use her imagination to think of how the people she spoke to looked.

He smiled slightly, he hadn't ever described himself to anyone before, so it would be a bit difficult. But he wanted to try.
"Well...." He thought for a moment. "I have light blue eyes...piercing I've been told." He didn't quite understand that part, his eyes were just his eyes. He didn't think there were anything special about them. "I have dark hair....uh I guess I'm pretty tall." He wasn't very good at describing things to begin with. But he had given her the basics at least. Whatever she pictured would be fine with him.

Normally, Elizabeth would touch stuff to get an idea of how they looked. But she couldn’t do that with people. It would be weird. Especially with strangers. But if it was a family member, she would touch them to see how tall they were, how long their hair was, if their hands were big- which gave her an idea of how big they were. Just getting a description of something only did little to help, but that’s all she could get. With a soft giggle, she turned her head as if to look at him and said, “You do know I don’t know how blue looks.” She points out. She just knew the difference between light and dark. But she didn’t blame him for saying it. She did ask for a description. She then said, “you didn’t tell me how old you are.”

He laughed a bit embarrassed as he thought about that, telling her his eyes were blue didn't matter. He kicked himself for having done so, but didn't let on. He would just have to learn to describe things better.
"I'm 19." He told her, having been caught up in trying to describe himself the right way to her he had forgotten about that part. He wondered if he offered to let her touch his face and everything if that would wrong, he didn't want to be to forward with it. He decided against it that had just met after all, if they ever saw each other again maybe he would. "What about you? "How old are you?"

Elizabeth liked that he laughed. She didn’t want him to be mad or anything. “I’m eighteen.” She tells him. She couldn’t help but feel excited by the fact that they were similar in age. She didn’t meet people her age too often, since they didn’t want to associate with a blind girl, and it tended to get lonely for her. But she started to wonder if it was wrong for her to be happy by his age. People would view it wrong. Young people their age, with wild thoughts as they said, shouldn’t hang out with the opposite sex. Still, she allowed herself to be happy. “Good. I wouldn’t like to befriend another old man.” She admitted with a smirk.

He sort of laughed at that, he understood how she felt. Most of the time he was around people a lot older then him. And he didn't have anyone his age to be around, it was rather annoying. His life was secluded, not by choice but because he was constantly guarded. He always felt lonely, which was another reason he tended to sneak out.
"Old men have a lot of interesting stories though." He slightly teased her. He smiled slightly, wondering if he could actually be friends with her.

“Come to think of it, your right.” She agreed. She squeezed the basket that she held with her free hand against her hip, making sure it was secure. “Mr. Fenwick, the blacksmith who now retired, once told me of a story that involved him putting on the shoe of this one stallion.” Elizabeth laughed just at the thought of the story, that when she continued to tell it, she still laughed. “He said how the horse wouldn’t stay still and so the owner got angry and yelled at Mr. Fenwick and as the two argued, the horse actually jumped up and kicked his owner with his hind legs until we went crashing into a pile of metal.”

London laughed along with her as he heard the story. He had heard plenty of interesting stories from older men, most of the time when he was out like this. He would find people to talk to and end up listening to stories for hours. The one that he liked use to work in the castle, but he was no longer there. He was somewhere in the village now, he just never found him again.
"That is quite a story." He said chuckling softly. "So was the horse okay?" He asked a small smirk on his face as he asked.

“I believe so,” she finally said after she stopped laughing. “I think he had in for his owner.” It felt good to laugh and talk with someone, especially when she was the one that got to talk. Normally other people wanted to talk, since apparently a blind girl didn’t have much to say. She sighed softly, knowing that after he helped her retrieve the missing vegetables, they would go separate ways. She knew she still had to pay him back, but who knew when the next time she sees him would be.

London looked over to her for a moment, before looking forward again as they neared the marketplace. It wasn't as crowded as it had been when he came by earlier. Which was okay with him considering it would make him less conspicuous. He thought about what would happen once all this part was done. Somehow he didn't want this to be it, he really did want to see her again. It was nice to talk to her.

After a few more steps, Elizabeth could hear the bustling of the people near the market place, even if it wasn’t as loud as it had been earlier when she came by. She knew they reached their destination, for Mr. Sibely and his vegetable stand wasn’t too far. People gathered near different stands, seeking certain stuff from the merchants. Many have returned to their homes by now, since the market place gets its rush in the morning. She just waited for him to lead her to Mr. Sibely.

He led the way down the path, moving them through the small crowd. Going passed a few of the stalls before they came to the one they needed. He quickly remembered what she had lost, going over it in his head.
"Okay." He said biting his lip as he tried to find everything, it wasn't to hard. He was glad he had been out here a few times before. Otherwise he knew he would never be able to do this for her. He probably would even have gotten lost. But thankfully he knew exactly what he was doing.

Elizabeth followed him as they made their way towards the stand. At the sight of her, Mr. Sibely was about to ask her why she returned. But the presence of a man confused him, and seeing that he was returning what was missing from the basket, he decided not to say anything. Elizabeth too was hoping he wouldn’t say anything to her because this was too embarrassing. Also, Mr. Sibely didn’t like that Elizabeth was was with a young man. She was too innocent and he would take advantage of her. Still, he just helped them and thanked them after taking the money. “Good day now,” he said to the two.

London noticed the weird look the man kept giving him, wondering what it was for. Glad he couldn't really see his face, under the dark hood. But he guessed it was only because he knew her, and was wondering what he was doing with her. He paid the man after they had everything they needed, nodding to him as they turned to leave.
"Got everything you need now." He said smiling slightly. "Are you...sure that's all you need?" He wasn't sure why he had the urge to spend more time with this girl. He realized maybe it was because she interested him, and it would be nice to have a friend outside the castle. Someone to see the next time he decided to sneak out again.

After turning and walking away from the market, Elizabeth heard him ask her if she had everything. “Yes... thank you very much.” She tells him. But she wasn’t ready to part ways just yet. “Could you.... ah.. could you perhaps take me back to the way we met so I could find my way home?” She asked him, knowing that would buy her more time with him. Was it wrong that she was doing this? Who could blame her. This has been the longest she’s been with someone her age.