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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/iOlZR3tTxmvOXw1Amg/giphy.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=4169E1]Some women are lost in the fire.
Some women are built from it.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=4169E1]- [I]Michelle K.[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - The Long Walk ⇢ Third Corridor[/center][hr]
	Lyra pulled away, blinking slightly in surprise as Valda snapped at her. She understood that the queen was still pissed with her, but now Valda was just being immature. Though Lyra probably deserved to be yelled at earlier for ordering the queen around, even if it had stemmed from good intentions, this was a bit much in Lyra's mind. While the others may see her actions as a breach in propriety, she saw it as a mere act of kindness and compassion for another living, breathing human being. Kindness was never wrong or a sign of weakness, and nothing and no one could convince her otherwise on that. Her lips thinned as Valda continued on with her little tirade. However, she let the woman's words just glance over her this time around. After all, the true damage had already been dealt, [I]or so she thought...[/I]

	A small gasp left her lips as the queen suddenly backhanded her, the woman's rings connecting with her flesh in a sting of pain. She let out a sound of disbelief that Valda would strike her. She reached up to touch her face when she felt a warm liquid running down her cheek, and her hand came back to reveal blood. As the initial shock wore off, Lyra's eyes darkened in intensity, the blue of them becoming more prominent. Her jaw clenched shut as her head swiveled to look back at Valda. Something within her had shifted in that instant. [color=4169E1]"Yes, Your Highness,"[/color] she spoke up, her words eerily deadpan.

	She straightened and stiffly turned away before wordlessly catching back up to Skaoi. As the others went into Luna's bedroom, Lyra planted herself outside the door. She was a servant again now. Her presence inside was neither required nor wanted. Her gaze flitted to the side, eyes narrowing marginally at Amarantha's remarks. She never liked, let alone trusted, the woman, and this only further proved her point. She faced forward again, lacing her hands in front of her.
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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/7JspuLgl9AqHYMcABO/giphy.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=6A5ACD]Fate throws fortune, but not everyone catches.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=6A5ACD]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - The Long Walk ⇢ Luna's Bedroom
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	Tristan helped Titan lift and carry Prince Myrus to Princess Luna's. Why they were taking the prince to the princess's room and not the infirmary was beyond him, but he ultimately decided it wasn't worth questioning or arguing about. [I]Whatever floats their boat, I suppose.[/I] He spotted a few ghosts along their way, but he didn't think much of it. He was a Spirit-Seer after all, so seeing them wasn't anything new to him. The trek through the corridors to Luna's bedroom was relatively quick and fortunately uneventful, at least on his end it was. He was too far ahead and overall preoccupied to take notice of the altercation between the queen and Lyra, and that was probably for the best. 

	He felt a bit of relief when they had made it to Luna's bedroom and carefully placed Myrus on the bed. The last thing he wanted to do was to drop Luna's brother right in front her. He had already made a fool of himself enough today. Well, technically whoever had poisoned him made a fool of him, but that was beside the point. The point was he needed to save face in whatever ways he could. Not that that was entirely why he had offered to help move the prince in the first place. He did like helping--[I]sometimes.[/I] 

	He nodded his head to Titan, before stepping away from the bed to find a spot to sit. Once seated, his attention turned to Princess Luna. His gaze softened as he saw her nervousness, like she had something really big to get off her chest. He was half-tempted to go over and comfort her, but he decided that they weren't quite there yet in terms of their relationship(?). Besides, he wouldn't entirely know where to start. So, instead he did the next best thing. He shut his mouth and listened. His brows rose slightly, before furrowing, and he shook his head in response. He already wasn't sure where on earth this was going.

	His gaze turned sharply to the door when the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard entered. His blue eyes followed her, before drifting back over to Luna. However, he quickly did a doubletake when Arya suddenly collapsed. He jolted in his seat, eyes widening. And then, someone else burst into the room. And then, an altercation happened. And then, well, it was like a tidal wave hit the room. It all happened so fast. Tristan spat out some water, now drenched from head to toe. [color=6A5ACD]"Thanks man, I really needed a bath today,"[/color] he stated sarcastically to Cuyler.