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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/1s3TdWLTxlDRoofAvF/giphy.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=4169E1]But who says soft can't be strong?
[/color][/h3][/I][color=4169E1]- [I]Unknown[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Infirmary 
[b][color=4169E1]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Lyra's gaze turned to the infirmary door when she heard someone enter. She blinked, a bit surprised by the sudden entrance of a little girl. She was wearing the cutest little toy fairy wings, though Lyra's nose wrinkled slightly at the trail of urine that followed the young one. She looked back up at the entrance, expecting to see the girl's parents or other caretakers any minute now. The girl was too young to be running around the Castle all by herself after all. Surely someone was looking after her. 

	She looked down sharply, brows shooting up as the girl started yelling at her to listen. Lyra crouched down to get closer to the girl's eye level, her gaze softening despite the kid's incessant screaming. [color=4169E1]"I'm listening, little one,"[/color] she spoke softly. Her lips thinned when the girl proclaimed that Amarantha said that she had to help the girl. Her gaze flitted back up to Skaoi for a moment as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. The Young Army woman was most certainly taking too much pleasure in Lyra's demotion. She soon returned her attention to the little girl, before standing up and holding out her hand. [color=4169E1]"Of course, but mind you, I do this for you and not for the commander."[/color]
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[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/aa/34/d7/aa34d7c7a925caedf2a3b91068923a12.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=6A5ACD]Incredible change happens in your life when 
you decide to take control of what you do have power 
over instead of craving control over what you don't.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=6A5ACD]- [I]Steve Maraboli[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=6A5ACD]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Third Corridor off the Long Walk
[b][color=6A5ACD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
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	Tristan wandered aimlessly down the corridor. He pursed his lips as he mentally debated what to do. He was torn between searching out Princess Luna so they could hopefully talk things through and giving her the space she likely wanted and needed. He was afraid though that the longer he waited the less likely this alliance would ever happen. He knew what was at stake for his kingdom. He did. He just didn't like to dwell on it, as the weight of it was stifling. However, he knew he couldn't keep running. Running wouldn't solve anything. He needed to take control of his own destiny for once.

	He let out a sigh as he came to a stop, his hands resting on his hips. The question was how did he do that? How did he convince the princess to marry him when she clearly did not want to and when she thought she was a danger to society? It was a hard question to answer, but he had to start somewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a messenger rat scurrying down the hall. He suddenly lurched forward to race after it as an idea sprung into his head. [color=6A5ACD]"Hey, wait!"[/color] he called out.

	Grabbing its attention, he stopped in front of it. [color=6A5ACD]"Can you please send a message to Princess Luna? I want the message to say that I--"[/color] he began, before hesitating. His brows furrowed, and he stared down at the ground for a moment as he grappled with how to word things. [color=6A5ACD]"I want to tell her that I wish to speak with her when she feels ready to. This alliance is very important to me and my kingdom. Many innocent people will die without it. I'm willing to make this work, if you are. I give you my word that I will remain loyal to you. Just please hear me out. End message."[/color]