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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/f8hbvA0R37DkQ/giphy.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=4169E1]Fortune favors the bold.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=4169E1]- [I]Virgil[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Attic (Inside ⇢ Outside)
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	Lyra steeled herself for the inevitable onslaught. A part of her knew that Valda, [i]the Queen[/i], wouldn't take kindly to being ordered around, but she did it anyways as a last ditch effort. While it may not have been "her place", Valda needed to remember that it was Lyra's job to protect her, and she'd be damned if something happened to the Queen on her watch. If she had to drag the Queen kicking and screaming to safety, then so be it. Perhaps it had been wishful thinking on her part to believe that she could be both Valda's bodyguard and her friend. However, in the end, what truly mattered right then was that her tactic, whether ingenious or just plain foolish, had worked. Both Queen Valda and Prince Myrus were now out of harm's way. Fortune favors the bold, or so they claim. 

	Once the royals had evacuated the room, she let out a breath. Her lower lip curled in, she bit it before shaking her head. She turned back around, glancing over at Amarantha before leaving the attic. She would now have to deal with the repercussions of her unorthodox actions, in what ever form they may come in. However, even as she told herself that she had made the only decision she could have in the moment, that niggling beast that was self doubt was worming its way into her brain. [I]Did I do the right thing? There could have been a better way, surely? There could have been a method that wouldn't jeopardize my job or their safety, right?[/I] And on and on the beast dug in.
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[/color][/h3][/I][color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=6A5ACD]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Hallway heading away from the Infirmary 
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	Tristan watched the strange creature closer. It seemed undeterred by his simple gesture. As he caught it eyeing his Viking sword, he clutched the sword almost protectively. He really did like this sword. His blue eyes came up sharply when he heard someone else enter the hallway he was in. His lips thinned as his gaze landed on Princess Luna. Now that his mind wasn't muddled by the poison that had been running through his veins, he recalled Luna's last words to him.

	His lips tightened. However, he was momentarily distracted as she reached into her pocket, and his gaze followed the descent of the coin that she threw in his direction. Looking down at the coin as it landed near the creature, he wondered what on earth that was suppose to do. Surely, a shiny sword was more enticing then a tiny coin. His gaze came back up when she addressed him. [color=6A5ACD]"Fyror's dead,"[/color] he blurted out, with a touch of harshness to the tone of his voice. He gave her a onceover and then went back to paying attention to the creature.