Aria Fitzgerald [COMPLETE]

Aria was born into a large, wealthy family on the outskirts of Vale. Although, the family couldn't compete on a global scale with the Schnee family in dust sales, their hands dabbled in quite a few more areas. They held a strong family business that all the children worked in when they were young, and often worked in the rest of their lives. The few members of the family that didn't work in the their business, they were expected to live prestigious and exciting lives. It was into this family, Aria was born the middle child. As one would expect, coming from such a family had its benefits; grand estates, the newest clothes, and gadgets. She was groomed for greatness starting at the age of three, receiving education in battle, schooling, and all the fine arts. Of all these things Aria was most intrigued with, it was the fine arts. Singing was one thing she truly succeeded in. Her voice was truly something special that caused all the servants to stop and stare. From as young as she could remember, she dreamed of being a professional singer. To preform in front of the masses and for them all to cheer her name. Even when she was in combat practice she would hum the entire time, and dream of performing. When she was young her parents loved to hear her sing, although as the years continued on, it worried them just how much the hobby seemed to affect her. Finally on the day of her eldest sister's celebration of a new job, Aria's mother sat her down to set her straight. She asked a simple question, "What is it you plan on doing with your life?"

Aria stared at her mother bewildered by the question, she simply stared at her mother trying to decide if she should tell the truth or not. Her mind remembered her mother's words telling how beautiful her voice was, so she decided to tell the truth. "I want to be a singer." Her own words would ring in her mind the rest of her life. Although those words would follow shortly behind her mother's. "You are simply not good enough my dear, I'm sorry. You need to find something you can actually do. Your sister just got a job at a prestigious business, why don't you try and be more like her." In only a few words her entire dream crashed around her. She watched as her mother walked away feeling accomplished.

The feeling of being crushed never really ended, despite everything she continued to sing for herself whenever she was alone. After never really finding a love for anything else, her mother got tired of waiting and enrolled her at a distant academy with the hope that she may at least become a huntress.

Thea rolled her eyes at him, "You know, it really is annoying how you keep commenting on things you know nothing about, like me for example. Don't you think its weird they send someone completely out of the norm from your usual 'help' yet you don't give it a second thought. Do you wonder why I'm here? Have you realized yet that I'm smart enough for this job to be a bit beneath me yet here I am. I'm already wondering how many more times will you spew false accusations which you have yet to be proven correct on." As she walks over to him looking him directly in the face, eye to eye, showing no fear, she breaks eye contact to get back to work. "Also, your still late and it is not my fault, chatty Cathy." she sings to him in an annoying manner.
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After she waited for him to come and realizing he wasn't going to. And apparently, without any notice. She decided to walk down to the jousting arena as she had seen more and more people through the castle windows, gathering there all day. She stood watching before almost getting run over and seeing who it was she crossed her arms rolling her eyes. She then and there decided it was pay back next morning. There would be a reckoning. He would learn his lesson one way or the other. As she watched the tournament get underway, she stood a little taller, shoulders broader, and her gaze fixated on one thing, one man in particular. She couldn't see his face but she did however know the royal armor when she saw it, a silver figure prancing around on a horse assuming his position as he got at the ready. They took off toward each other, the first blow being a close call, both men getting near each other with the lance. Asher getting wounded in his side, before the tourney was over she rushed to the tent that had been set up for the royal family where she knew he'd be returning to after he got done and prepared to aid his wounds. She watched from the tent and saw him fall over, rushing with everyone else she elbowed her way through the crowd. She walked with them as they carried him back to his private chambers, the physician running behind them, trying to keep up as they brought him in and laid him on his bed.

As the prince's men helped her get his heavy armor off, they left, retreating with his gear to put it back in the armory chest he had built in his room, deep in the back of his closet and then leaving to guard outside his room, closing the door behind them. The physician looked him over, worried from all the blood they'd seen and realized he had broken a rib most likely and possibly more, he did his work on him, stitching him up and whatever else, leaving the bloody mess for Thea to clean up and left. Thea had patiently waited on the couch near the bed, a bit ansy, wanting to clean up the filthy mess everywhere. She instructed everything to go into the waste basket at once and the silver tools aside till a later time when they could be cleaned and walked over to the sink running cold water over a rag which she took over to the prince, laying it on his forehead. She didn't fancy his attitude but he was a lot easier to like or deal with unconscious. It was nice, the silence but a bit overwhelming after a few hours. She removed his clothes leaving only his undergarment on, and covered him back up, trying to make him as comfortable as possible since he might be in this state for a while. She sat back on the couch waiting for more work to fall in her lap but with nothing to do she quickly grew bored and laid down on the couch falling asleep in the prince's private chambers waiting for him to wake.

She woke the next morning, seeing him eye her strangely, assuming it was because she had slept in his room the whole night. "I assure you, I only slept here awaiting your command to get something or any other thing you might ask. How are you feeling? I can get them to give you something for the pain if you want. They gave you something yesterday when you first arrived back inside your room but I assume its wore off. Would you like me to help you get dressed or to the bathroom or?" She said realizing she might be going on too much trying to be helpful but she just didn't know what to do for him. She took the rag off and sat it by him on the table.

"We were all concerned for you after you blacked out. They said you may have broken a rib and mostly likely more. You must rest and try not to sit up or move much. I'm sure your head is still in a tizzy. You took quite the fall off the stage. Also, there's something I must tell you. After you blacked out, the man in black armor tried to take a run at you again and end you. They caught him but then he got away. He was like a snake slithering out of their grasps on him. He was meant to come and end your life, sire. An assassin sent from another kingdom. There's guards on every inch of the walls surrounding your room. Ordered by the king. They've instructed me to stay in your quarters for the time being since you can't fend for yourself. I will aid you day and night, anything you may need, I'm here for you."  She says, moving to sit by him on the bed, taking the rag on the bedside table and dabbing on his forehead again. "Time to change your bandage again, you've been bleeding so much we can't keep a clean one on. I do hope the doctor is in a hurry today, you surely need his attention again."