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[color=D399E0][i]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/i][/color][/center]

Oh no.  It was all going sideways again.  She tensed up, her fingers gripping her hair as she watched the scene before her.  Everything was breaking apart, unraveling at the seams.  She wanted to scream out again, put a stop to it.  But this was Faeril's show now.  This was her house, Faeril got to be in charge.  The tiny Queen watched and listened with horror apparent on her bronzed features.

When Mikhail bowed to her, sharing his intention to leave, her heart broke.  She reached out a hand without thinking to grab his arm, his sleeve, something.  But he slipped easily past her fingers and she let her hands hang at her sides.  She didn't realize it but tears were starting to form and then drip down her face.  [color=D399E0]"Don't go,"[/color] she whispered.  The quiet sound was unlikely to be heard by the others as the arguments progressed.

Fatima wrapped her arms around herself.  She had envisioned that when her Court finally got together they would be happy and there would be a sense of togetherness.  Everything would go just right.  She could never have imagined it as this callous, cold, and broken thing.  It needed desperate fixing before it had even begun.  She just didn't know what to do.  All of the knowledge of what a Queen was supposed to do was there in her head.  However, her grief and surprise kept her from doing as she should.