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[color=lightgray][color=E77298]Time:[/color] Late night
[color=E77298]Location:[/color] Outside of unknown location 
[color=E77298]Attire:[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/vG2lqkV.jpg]Dress[/url], Long, black hooded cloak
[color=E77298]Mention:[/color] [@Alivefalling] Marek [@Rodiak] Zarai
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[color=E77298]"Hello..."[/color]

The determined princess stood outside the door, concealed in her cloak, her pale blonde locks barely visible in the dim light. For the past fifteen minutes, she had been relentlessly pounding on the door, hoping to gain the attention of its occupant. [color=E77298]"Marek, come on I know you're in there."[/color] She whisper-hissed through gritted teeth at the door, her voice etched with frustration. Growing restless, she stomped her feet impatiently, the sound echoing as the crickets chirped around her. Folding her arms in a final display of defiance, she fixated her gaze on the unyielding door. 

[color=E77298] "...I can't believe I am getting ignored... Not so different than my father, are you?"[/color] 

At this point, the least she wanted to find out was what happened to her sweet Zarai. Though she had been in a few catfights at a bar before and she knew it wasn't her forte, she still wanted to pummel the idiot.

Just as her patience began to wane, a glimmer of hope emerged as the door creaked open slightly, revealing only a single eye peering through the narrow gap. The cloaked woman's heart skipped a beat, her anticipation rising, but her hopes were swiftly dashed as a voice, tinged with a dismissive tone, reached her ears, [color=pink] "...Princess. Come back another night."[/color]

[color=E77298]"..."[/color] Anastasia's eyes narrowed as she considered this situation. [color=E77298]"[i]No.[/i] Let me in now. As the princess of Caesonia, I demand-"[/color] Before she could finish her firm statement, the door abruptly slammed shut, shutting her off mid-sentence.

Anastasia glared for only a moment more before she gave the door a solid kick. Breathing heavily, she took a step back, her folded arms signaling her resignation. She debated trying to break the door down but decided against it ultimately as she turned to glance at the guards behind her. They were staring soundlessly.

[color=E77298]"What are your names again?"[/color]

[color=deeppink]"Harold."[/color]
[color=mediumvioletred]"Ernest."[/color]

[color=E77298] "Thanks for coming to protect me... "[/color] She began with a smile, then asked, her arms moving behind her back, [color=E77298] "Sooo...Can I buy you boys some drinks?"[/color]

They looked at each other and then ultimately shook their heads in unison. Anastasia was disappointed, but not surprised. The guards Wulfric chose for her were always boring.

[color=E77298] "... Bummer. Alright."[/color] She shrugged and waved them on with her, [color=E77298] "Let's go home."[/color]
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