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[i]“It will do.”[/i] The Tyro nodded to her reflection as she stood in front of the tall mirror once again, but this time to admire the cream colored robe which fit her form rather well, all things considered. Czigani wasn’t very tall, nor was she petite, but most of her weight -formed into muscle- was in her arms, rear, and thighs, which wasn’t wholly uncommon for her hearty race, especially amongst the females. She ran her hand over the smooth fabric, following the contour of her small breasts and moving down past her stomach where she stopped for a moment, her mind wandering into thoughts that had not surfaced for over a year…

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[i]Not since that one evening back in Fotia as her and Gh’enro were to consummate their secret courtship under the stars, away from the prying eyes of the castle and her family, who would not approve of such a union between their kin and a slave. But as it happened, Gh’enro loved Czigani, and for her, he would have been the first she truly loved enough to give herself away to, allowing the Oro male to penetrate the sacred seal within her, thereby stripping away her purity and becoming as one flesh. The Fotian royal had never been afraid of anything, but that night, nestled in the arms of her love, she was afraid of what the future would bring if a sexual bond transpired. For many within the Fotian realm, sex was just another pastime and taken for granted, but for Czigani, it was meaningful and what followed was not only a physical, but emotional connection that would live on for an eternity. But what had the warrioress most concerned, was Gh’enro’s mention of children, and his longing for having a family with the love of his life. To move far away. Away from the wars, the hate, the slavery, and build a life out that they could control, and a life where there children saw no prejudice. 

However, as most good things went, the dreams of a better life came to a halt as an unknown arrow shot forth from the darkness of the distant forest, slicing through the air, and finding its target directly through the skull of the Oro. Gh’enro was instantly killed, his lifeless body slumped forward as Czigani held him, her crimson eyes welling up with anger and sadness all at once. But she knew what had happened, and yet it still didn’t make the sting hurt any less. A pair of Fotian palace guards stepped from the shadows making their way toward the lone girl, who could only shake her head at the duo as they stopped a few feet from her. 

“You were warned, m’lady...”  Was all they had been uttered before escorting the niece of King Magnix back to the castle. Back to her chambers as though none of it ever happened and the Oro slave named Gh’enro was never spoken of again, and the young Tyro remained unspoiled, as had been the plan all along…[/i]

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"Children…” Czigani whispered before removing her hand from her torso and glancing toward the open window just as the evening sky lit up with beautiful colors, and the booming of the royal fireworks display commenced. Vrondi knew how to show off their strength and power, even if in the form of a little alchemy.

The Tyro’s attention was suddenly peeled away from the window at the subtle sound of a small folded parchment slipped under her door. She stepped over and picked up the mystery letter, arching a dark eyebrow at the summons, which seemed to be asking for able-bodied volunteers to be a representation of the new union.

“For what?” She wondered out loud, rereading it again to be sure she hadn't missed anything. It never said specifically, but Czigani also realized she needed an in to this, [i]team.[/i] But how?...

Folding up the letter and slipping it into what little space she had left in the robe, she lifted the hood up and over her head -covering the large curled horns along each side as well as partially obscuring the top half of her face- and made her way out into the hallway, allowing the voices of the other guests down the corridor to lead the way.