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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]

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The princess lowered her head, saying a small prayer for the dead from her homeland, for whatever religion would be worth to him. Prescott was right though, but she really wanted to inspect that blade. She turned her head back to it, frowning slightly as the soft glow it was giving off suddenly turned into a near-blinding level of brightness. There was a shout from one of her guards - Tripp she thought his voice sounded like - as he quickly moved in front of her while Prescott pulled her roughly back from the blade. Whatever it was, it ended quickly and whatever it was had the princess' attention.

Then the blade shook in its shackles

[i]and spoke[/i]

[b]"By the divines!"[/b] Prescott shouted, nearly stumbling backwards in shock.

[b]"Princess, stay back this is likely the work of-P-princess?"[/b]

Before Tripp or anyone else could stop her, she had already moved back over to the body and untied the straps holding the blade in place. What greeted her, was a blade befitting of a Queen.

The sword it self was simple as it was elegant. The steel blade shone in the sunlight, reflecting a beautiful and untarnished blade. Its hilt was covered in a comfortable grip, dyed a dark blue color. The cross guard was covered with gold plate, the ends of the latter ending in angelic wing like designs indicating perhaps some holier origins. The pommel was set with a beautiful, near perfect cut emerald that seemed to glow with some sort of magic. Upon the blade, extending from the cross guard was a simple, gold colored line that extended until the end of the blade.

She held the blade in front of her, standing up with it in her hands. In all, the sword was about as tall as a princess and definitely designed to be used with more than one hand…but the princess had never used a sword a day in her life, let alone a large one such as this.

[b]"Princess!"[/b] I was Valora. [b]"What in the name of the holiest ones soiled knickers are you doing?! And what is that?"[/b] Isabella turned her head coolly towards Valora. She was equal parts scared and terrified of this thing, but it was so...beautiful, wasn't it? It almost looked like the elegant sword her father wielded, and it was clearly magical! That was the best part. She looked at the blade and then back to Valora.

[color=ed145b]"Burial."[/color] She replied quietly, looking down at the man. He was likely someone of some importance. It would be foolish and disrespectful to leave his body to the animals. Prescott and Tripp simply looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do in this situation. Without another word, she walked back over to her steed and inspected the blade further. Oh dear, what should she say though? That hadn't been some sort of trick of her and the others hearing, had it?

[b]"...Fool girl is going to hurt herself."[/b] Valora commented as she turned to Prescott and Tripp. [b]"Oi, you two, you heard the princess. Bury the man and I expect that grave to put the royals to shame!"[/b]