The solider and the noble (TAG Isabelle)

Isabelle pulled the covers tighter around herself and turned around under the sheets as she began to feel herself falling out of dreams and back into reality. A reality which she had decided was not for her. Too bad, she heard a small voice whisper in the back of her mind and she knew it was true. Yet, she could still not bring herself to open her eyes. Just a few more moments of beauty sleep, not that she needed it. A smile crept onto her mouth but was snapped off quickly.

Izzy's hair was brushed back and she felt something brush against her cheek softly, caressing her skin... a hand. Her eyes flew open and she jolted herself upright as the man beside her spoke. She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and horror. A man! In her bed? A stranger! She reached for the nearest thing to her and swotted him over the head with it.

"Out!" Isabelle ordered and hit him again. It was only then that she realised she was actually hitting the stranger over the head with a soft toy badger. Well, this had not been in her room before. She quickly turned to scan her surroundings. No, she was in a new room now. A new room that was a little less luxurious than the last, she hoped dearly this was not a pattern. She also hoped that there had been a severe mistake in her rooming. She would not share a room with a man!

At least the last one had the common sense of staying unconscious in the shower.

He made a surprised noise and opened his eyes in confusion when the girl next to him jumped up and hit him with something fluffy. "Hey, what the-?" He tried to catch the thing she hit him with and eventually got hold of her wrist. He narrowed his eyes. This definitely wasn't Celia. "Who are you and what the hell do you think you're doing??", he grouched and gave her an angry look. He looked over her. Brunette, pretty face, but bad behaviour. He glance went to the thing she hit him with. "What is this?", he asked and sat up, still having her grabbed by her wrist and used his other hand to take the toy off her hand. Dimitri looked at it shortly before he threw it carelessly behind him. So they had changed roomes again, damn. He looked around and noticed that this room was nicer than the last one. Seemed like it got better by every change for him. But when he looked back at that woman he got the feeling that she would make this room a living hell for him. "Don't ever try to hit me with something again. Understood?", he demanded harshly. He wouldn't let her dance on his nose, that was for sure.

Isabelle gasped in surprise as the male stranger took a hold of her wrist and prevented her from continuing to hit him around the head with the badger. She frowned as he narrowed his eyes, there was something about him that seemed familiar. Still, he was definitely not familiar enough to be intruding on her personal space, particularly in her bed!

"It's a badger," Isabelle responded flatly, this man clearly lacked any ounce of intelligence to ask such an obvious question. She opted not to respond with her own identity until she had deciphered his and determined whether it was safe to do so. As soon as he began making demands, she realised that they would certainly not get along.

"No," Isabelle responded curtly. "I would like you to understand that if I find you in my bed again, you will be hit over the head with something much worse than a fluffy animal, is that clear?" She folded her arms across her chest and tried her hardest to appear dignified despite being painfully aware that her appearance was somewhat less than immaculate.

As she watched the man for his response and he turned towards her, her mind began to slot his face into place. Ah, that's where she had seen him, a ball. With Jane. He was Jane's fiance, or had been before she had pulled them apart. Her eyes widened slightly.

"So Mr Sudayev," Isabelle said slowly. "It seems we meet again.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at her 'explanation'. "I see that it's a badger, but haven't seen a child's toy in here so far. Oh, maybe they brought it especially for you.", he shot back. That wasn't actually not too unbelievable, she really acted like a kid.
He snorted. "Hey, Missi. That's clearly not the way it's gonna go. I will sleep in that bed, I don't have a problem if you lie there too - far away of course - but if YOU have a problem with that then YOU are clearly the one who has to sleep at a different place. The couch looks really suitable for a balky horse. And if you ever dare to hit me with anything harder than this 'fluffy animal', you will regret it. YOu might not want to see it, but I'm physically in charge. So, no chance for some weak little girl to win.", he said and put on his arrogant face. No way he would give in.
His eyes widened in surprise when she called him by his name. What? How does she know him? Have they met before? The young man couldn't really call up on her face in any way. He raised his eyebrow. "How do you know me? I can't remember we've ever met before.", he said and looked over her face. ....Nope. Not really. "Must've pushed that horrible experience aside." Normally he had a good memory, but maybe he was still a little dizzy from that knock-out-gas. His head still hurted and this stupid woman didn't make it any better with her overacting.

"Oh, how cute," Isabelle responded flatly. "You think you're funny." She could already tell that this man was going to be a royal pain in the arse. He clearly had no respect. As though to prove her point, he followed her thought with a snort that made her raise her eyebrows

"Rather a horse than a mule, for I am well aware that my ancestry is far superior to yours Mr Sudayev," Isabelle said curtly, she was growing tired of him already. "And though you may have more power physically in this room, as you so put it, I can gurantee I have more power outside of these four walls. So, I would curb your tongue unless you wish to discover what power really means."

Izzy eyed him up warily for a minute, before swinging herself off the bed and brushing down her dress. She truly longed to be alone once more. When he failed to recognise her, it served to prove that Dimitri's memory was lacking as well as everything else. She decided she would not enlighten him until doing so would prove useful or beneficial to herself.

Dimitri raised an eyebrow. Was she seriously talking about ancestry? In this place? Either this girl was stupid as hell or she actually thought she would make it out of here alive, even more by having rich ancestors. Well, kudos for her high hopes then, he thought ironically.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but noone in this places gives a fuck about your anchestors or your "power outside". At least me. So if you wanna threaten me you gonna have to think of something better than "your power outside".", he said in a very sarcastic tone. Then he smirked and leant his head a little bit backwards, tilting it to the side. "Well, then go ahead. Show me what power really means. I'm very eager to see what you're gonna do." Pffft! Dimitri almost had to laugh at this point. In his opinion they would never get outta here and even if they both did - what could she even do to him? "Superior anchestors" or not, he had nothing to fear from her.
He kept looking at her while she was still silent and just eyeing him, until she eventually stood up. "Aw. You don't wanna show me your great power? What a pity.", he meant and followed her with his eyes, a cocky look on his face. Not much of a surprise. What could she even do now, slap him? He'd get hold of her wrist before she could even come near his face. Kick him? Wouldn't hurt very much. What a shame she had such an annoying character. She probably heard all her life through how special and gifted and beautiful she was, until she got as arrogant as she was now. Really a waste of such a beauty.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, if this mule wished to disregard her threats as empty ones then fine. When they eventually did escape this place, which she thought of as inevitable due to the security at her disposal, she would make him regret it. There would be no doubt people out looking for her and they would overturn every scrap of evidence until they managed to locate her.

In the meantime, she would simply have to rise above this man's lack of manners.

"Do you have no respect?" Isabelle frowned. "No decent gentleman would creep into a lady's room, let alone sneak under the covers of her bed when they are unacquainted. Most people would gladly offer to sleep elsewhere." She shook her head in disgust before moving to see if breakfast had arrived. Some tea would be nice, something to take the bitter taste of her encounter with her new room mate out of her mouth.