[center][h3][i][color=c2a5fd]Aymiria Cassiel[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=c2a5fd][sub]Bride of Zakroti Unalim [@darkwolf687], sister-bride of Annaveya [@Feisty-Pants][/sub][/color][/center]

Miry looked up slowly at Annaveya as she spoke, a faint,  nervous smile coming across her face. [color=c2a5fd]“You remember…  I was not sure that you would. It would be an honor to be your friend again, Anny.”[/color] She rose gracefully to her feet, though she retained her hold on Anna’s hand as she did. The former maidservant glanced up at her lovely princess, gently pulling her along, down the hallway and up the stairs. [color=c2a5fd]“I will take you to my lord Zakroti.”[/color]

As the girls walked Miry felt a flash of nervousness. It was all her fault. The lord might well have her killed, or worse. Just because he was honorable didn’t mean he would have the patience of a saint, and given how much of a mess she’d made… there were plenty of other, far more docile brides just waiting to be chosen.

She hesitated for a second outside the door, though the guard before it stood aside immediately upon seeing her. As she hesitated she rose up on tiptoe to whisper in Anny’s ear. [color=c2a5fd]“There is likely sign of a scuffle. It was… not what it appears. I will explain later, assuming my lord Zakroti does not.”[/color]

Miry took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The sight she was greeted with made her blood run cold – not the sight of the pools of blood still on the floor, but the fact that there was a dazed Zakroti kneeling on the floor, blood running down his head from the point where his horn used to be attached, with an absolutely livid Nastaki standing over him.

Oh, gods. The small girl nearly turned tail and ran, absolute terror in every line of her body. But some of the guardsmen had noticed her... no, she had to enter. Still clutching the stunning princess’s hand, Miry stepped into the room, trembling so hard her blonde curls were shaking too. Then she dropped the princess’s hand to curtsy deeply to the two lords, as though they had not just been in a violent conflict. 

[color=c2a5fd]“Your G-Grace, my lord.”[/color] she began, then winced as she realized she’d messed up Nastaki’s title. But she quickly resumed her train of thought, though her voice was trembling even more than before. [color=c2a5fd]“I... I would like to present Princess Annaveya. Anny, my lord Zakroti Unalim and his grandfather Nastaki.”[/color] Flushing at how improper the presentation was, but at this point not even caring, she turned to face Zakroti directly, a faint look of pleading in her blue eyes. [color=c2a5fd]“My lord…I’m s-sorry to drop this on your head too, but… Anny healed the burns, from… you know. She... probably saved my life. I…I felt I owed it to her to save hers.”[/color] She hesitated a moment longer and then decided it would be less messy to tell, and so blurted, [color=c2a5fd]“And... and as far as every lord here knows you have claimed her as yours. I told them this untruth, and then fled the hall, before they could make a point to challenge it.”[/color] Then she fell completely silent, nervously crossing her arms in front of herself and staring at her feet.