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[color=a187be]"Well, if there were only one nation, there couldn't very well be animosities between them, could there?  But in more seriousness, weddings and common enemies would probably be the best chances at peace.  And it's the common enemy angle I would push.  Unless you want to run off to Hiertania and marry one of their dull-haired princes."[/color]

The second princess listened carefully as the jovial man replied to her question, smiling as he did so ... it was rather obvious the ambassador had meant what he said as a joke, but ... was he wrong?

Faylinn of course had toyed with such thoughts periodically, but instantly discarded them after a few brief thoughts.  Those meat eaters were violent, hateful people who prided themselves in their power to push others down.  But even hearing the man across from her joke about the possibility led it some credence ...

... and surely they couldn't all be bad?  The Princess' eyes had drifted upwards to the tops of the tallest of trees as she wondered about not every one of them could be awful, even the royalty.  Sure, many of them had dark hair, ate other beings, and thought of her people as hardly being human, but ... weren't these the same people who had the ideals of chivalry in their blood, and sometimes even a certain sense of justice?

And what if those princes on believed her people to be inhuman because they had never even met one of her kind?  As a princess, hopefully her status would grant her sufficient ability to remain in their courts for a period of time.  And what if the king or a high-strung prince became her friend or even fell for her?  Wouldn't they respect her people then, and consider them allies?

The sixteen year old hadn't even noticed the approach of the other woman, and as her eyes returned to the courtyard she seemed surprised at the ladies presence.  [color=mediumvioletred]"Oh um ... hi Sky?"[/color]  For a second, the princess shook her head to collect herself.  She shouldn't make her thoughts so obvious.  [color=mediumvioletred]"So ... what did mom say?  Do we have a plan for these recent events?"[/color]

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The older man hardly took notice as the sounds of marching signaled the second prince's personal servant brining in breakfast in nigh military fashion, or the sounds of the first prince's hellions being scolded for being so childish.  Castle life had always changed in his time, but it always remained the same as well with the characters around him only changing in name and appearance.

But damn wasn't the appearance of this maid serving him breakfast rather fine.  Striking hair that flowed in long strands, a near regal facial structure as if she was the queen of all servants, and an ample bossom suggesting maturity as a woman.  Adelbrand was far too old to have his thoughts become obvious, but this lady here would be fine to talk to!

With surprising speed, the sixty-something year old man consumed his breakfast with a fervor and enthusiasm rare within him.  Soon enough, he had stood up, wiped the crumbs from his beard, and after a little travel around the castle before stumbling upon the beauty grabbing a small sword and swinging it in the most horrid, terrible, clumsy fashion possible.

In spite of that, the man thought he spotted some rare talent as the muscles in her back moved in an ... interesting manner.  After delivering a quick bow to the second prince, he approached the black haired woman.  Walking up behind her, he gently took the sword from her hands, placing Sterklinge into her palms as the target was in front of her.  [color=teal]"Personally, I couldn't ever wield one of those twigs.  Always snapped too easily."[/color]  The other sword soon found itself placed into the weapon racks.

Once he returned to being behind her though, the man placed his hands on her soft hips and forced the maid into a position somewhat resembling a proper stance.  [color=teal]"Back in my day, the ladies never fought.  But if you are defending yourself, do it right."[/color]  Pushing down slightly on her shoulders, he made a few minor adjustments to ensure that her knees were bent, feet positioned properly, and body ready to spring out with an attack.  [color=teal]"Now sweetheart, put your body weight into it.  Think of the target as a dirty brigand on the road."[/color]

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