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[sub][@Shadow Daedalus][/sub][/center]

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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —[/center][/b]

[color=8B2C42][i]That was pointless.[/i][/color]

Rhelissa wasn’t sure to make of The Conclave at this point in time, but she did feel [i]bored[/i] and [i]unimpressed[/i] significantly by what impressions she had experienced thus far. Outside of Telaivas’ brief suggestion to meet with her later in the evening and the headmaster’s dull speech there was really nothing to be had of interest and her friends for the most part hadn’t approached her out of their own whims. She wasn’t sure why Ezran hadn’t graced her with his presence yet— a fact that was a bit more present when she began looking for him in the crowd following her interaction with Telaivas. 

Prince Ezran of Darkthrone was her closest friend, a fact that wasn’t as obtuse as it sounded even if you removed the political intrigue that was going on in the background of both of their nations. A marriage that produced an heir between her and Ezran would make their child inherit two kingdoms due to the succession laws and it created an interesting game. A game that Rhelissa knew about; which brought her to many speculations of her life in the future if she took the challenge in earnest she knew she would be playing political circumnavigation with her own family and Ezran’s for the rest of her life. It was one reason why she was unsure of a betrothal between him and she. She wished Ezran would’ve at least took the knowledge of their respective families and their plotting in earnest seriousness but he always wrote it off as ridiculous— a reaction that made her feel insulted.  

As she moved forward there was a flutter of movement and she nearly collided with another student— one she had never been introduced to.

[color=silver] "My Apologies." [/color]

[color=8B2C42]“Yes.”[/color] She replied, matter-of-factly. It wasn’t quite a ‘princess’-like response but it got her point across well enough. Her blunt comment probably being seen insulting or at the very least obtuse to the young man in front of her whom she looked over with a coldness. She blinked for a moment. [color=8B2C42]“I do not know you.”[/color]
  
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