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Elizabeth kept her head held high, the chain of her burned kingdom's pendant gleaming, the pendant hidden by her dress. Were one to pull down the back of her dress in addition, they would find her secret. She stared the man, probably only about her age, but not much older, down, her expression protective, waiting for Lucien to speak. She had to defend the royal family. Her full lips pursed as she stared the silver-haired young man down. She did not fear him. Not much made her fear anymore except losing those precious to her all over again, and indeed the royal family had become quite precious to her. "If you don't mind I must tend to her..." She began to summon her magic and placed it to the wound on the unconscious princess.