Alvin wore a very sad smile as he looked upon his father for the last time before turning away, he knew it was entirely possible that he wouldn't see any of them ever again. These men had been his mentors, his parents, his guardians and his friends. The young Prince felt himself start to choke up but he quickly composed himself, a prince must never show his emotions, he told himself. 

He couldn't help but smile at the three's nonchalant attitude about the situation, about how despite the odds they believed they'd win. Alvin heard the whooshing and metallic slicing and looked up just in time to see and catch the apple flying towards him. He examined it, just the right shade of red, oh how he loved apples. "Right, always poison test the apples, I'll keep that in mind." Without sparing any of them a glance Alvin mounted his Wyvern, deft hands gripping the reins and locating the lance within it's mount on the saddle. 

"Come Medea, let us show these Jehannans what a Grado Wyvern Knight can do. Heyah!" With a roar Medea half flew, half hopped out of the throne room, turning west around the corner and into the hall with the rest of his allies.  He made his way past the tapestry on the wall and over towards where he saw his best friend Marwood engaged with a few soldiers.

However as he drew his lance to join in, an odd sight caught his eye. There was what appeared to be a Frelian Pegasus Rider helping him, Alvin couldn't help but wonder who she was and what she was doing here so he decided to ask. "Hail Pegasus Knight, those are the colors of Frelia if I'm not mistaken, Prey tell, who are you and why are you here at such an hour?"

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(I'm behind Lexa if that wasn't clear.)