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[color=silver][center]Aamaya said nothing more to her cousin as the healer tended to the injured female warrior, the two would leave the spa, one of her guards assisting Thyrri in carrying the wounded Levonian. The Princess stood alone in the spa for a moment, staring blankly at the walls speckled with precipitation, a dejected exhale breaking the rooms stillness. Aamaya would shift her feet, moving forward toward the rooms exit. She gestured for her guards to leave her be, trailing after the triage that had carried the wounded woman into the infirmary. By the time she had finally presented herself, Thyrri had fallen into a slumber, the warrior was bedded beside the Thanatos man that had been assaulted prior. Aamaya's richly hued eyes would observe the interaction before her, Princess Eve stood beside her Levonian friend, a solemn look upon her face. While Aamaya was required to get information from both wounded tournament participants, she felt as if she were interjecting. Without speaking a word, Aamaya would excuse herself from the room to find her guards who had drifted off elsewhere per her request. Just as she walked out of the room, the woman would nearly collide with a massive man, her gaze shifting upwards to see The Father's face. Aamaya, composed herself, swallowing roughly, a weak smile rendering after. It was clear the man brought the much smaller Princess discomfort, as she would soon find her way around him and continue down the corridor, glancing over her shoulder as if she were wary of her well-fare. 

Aamaya was feeling a coalesce of emotions, all spiraling into one volatile emotion. She felt intense abhor in her direction, as if everyone saw her as this venomous demon out to cause mayhem. The girl stood still in the corridor a ways away from the infirmary, jaw clenching with her molars grit aggressively against one another in response to the thoughts running about within her head in a frenzy. Aamaya released a frustrated groan, raising a hand to strike the solid stone wall that stood beside her. The impact was astoundingly strong for such a lithe woman, her other hand grasping her now bloodied fist, winces of pain painting across her face. She had never felt such overwhelming feelings, being a Princess had always been difficult but feeling the opinions of other races and Kingdoms so openly, right in her face, was enough to drive her momentarily mad. Aamaya shook her wounded hand, grimacing at the sting that followed. Delicate beads of scarlet leaving their trace against the floor and wall as if each surface was a canvas, the blood paint. The mess would be disregarded and the girl would leave the hallway, stifling a mass of oncoming tears. Her face began to flush, the reaction a mix of despondency and vexation. Her direction was clouded, she had no set destination, eventually ending up in the dimly lit and now hushed garden. The music and lively chatter that had filled the area, now gone, shifted to the arena. Aamaya was thankful for the tranquility that now blanketed her favorite place in the Kingdom, it was breathtakingly colorful, different flowers radiating muted aromas. The verdure was lush, vibrant green tones that revealed the garden was cared for carefully. The Princess would find a seat among the greenery, sitting comfortably beneath the open-sided [url=https://www.botanicgardens.org/sites/default/files/watergardengazebo_6_0.jpg]gazebo[/url] that sat tucked within the garden. The seats were made of stone, surrounding the interior of the gazebo as one slab, breaking only to allow an entrance and exit. Aamaya would begin in a sit, progressively positioning herself into a lay, back against cold that she welcomed, for it contrasted nicely with the warmer heat the Kingdom had. Aamaya watched the shadow belonging to a nearby lanterns flame, flicker against the ceiling of the gazebo. The light was a warm flaxen tone, lulling the woman into a meditative state. Her arm hung negligently off the side of the slab of stone she rested upon, the lacerations that riddled her fist secreting a final few drops of blood onto the stone flooring of the gazebo, the dry blood from prior halting the ability for more to escape her body. It stung, but her mind was elsewhere, thinking of other things that kept the pain at bay. 

She wondered what it would be like being a simpler woman, of a lesser title, no presence within any Kingdom. It was a returning thought, something that very commonly found its way into her head. She would be permitted such freedom she would have no clue how to manage it, love whoever she pleased, express herself openly in a way her title forbade her from.[/center][/color]

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[color=silver][center] A curious raven haired vixen would excuse herself from the arena, having enjoyed the action thoroughly, but the warriors had all but thinned to a mere few people. She had seen enough, enough to know that it was likely a rigged event. Exodus would be weak if their warriors fought that recklessly, it was a smart tactic.. Knock the other Kingdom's down a bit, making them think Exodus was easily obtainable, but the place was huge, the warriors may not be the best but numbers would likely overwhelm an opponent. Zaya retired to wandering the Kingdom, slithering in and out of halls, her nose stuck in places it did not belong. The rest of the Kingdom was rather quit and barren, all the guests, servants, and guards mostly situated within the arena. This allowed Zaya some time to explore the place she once called home, memories of childhood running rampant through her mind. It was a bitter sweet remembrance, a place that hadn't treated her poorly, rather a family who just had no time for a orphaned child. A mother murdered, father unreliable, a liar, a killer. She had an ever growing hate for Exodus, an even more intense distaste for Primfira due to her father. 

Zaya peered through hallways inside the palace, making sure to keep as inaudible as she could. If caught, she would simply lie, her name was likely somewhere on the entertainment list, she could easily use that as some sort of ploy or reasoning for her presence within the palace. She knew how easily men would succumb to her lies, even noble men, guards, those who were supposed to be [i]so strong[/i], a scoff would follow the thought. Most men were easily played, as if women possessed the power to enchant and bewitch them. Dark eyes would invade private spaces, searching for items to snatch. The woman would find herself in a room likely assigned to a female, the luggage containing mostly dresses and other lady-like apparel. But those were of no interest to Zaya, the pouch and jewelry rested on the boudoir however, intrigued her greatly. She would dig through the pouch, finding a few coins, the small pouch being briskly concealed within a strap beneath her dress, wrapped around her thigh similar to the one that holstered her dagger. Greedy fingers would toy with the jewelry, a ring or two finding their home snug about her fingers.[/center][/color]
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