#alvyra

Bit of an older draft

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The corridors were lit by torch, the only noise being the flicker of flames or the occasional footsteps of the servants carrying laundry to the washrooms.

In the royal quarters, Princess Yume was attempting to occupy herself till her girlfriend was done with her training. She thought it was redundant, you train for the whole day only to train again in the evening, it sounded like torture. Finally, there was a soft, yet formal knock on her door.

Yume jumped up from her bed and opened the door, “Finally you’re…. Done…”, She combed over Alvyra's appearance. Small scratches were all over her, some bruises were on her face, and her hair was a mess. “They really did a number on you, hm?” Yume carefully cupped Alvyra's face to which the knight leaned into,

“It was just a normal exercise, I just didn't protect my right.” Yume scoffs, “looks like you forgot to protect your face as well,” she pulls her into her bedroom, closing the door and ushering for Alvyra to sit in one of the plush, comfortable chairs littered throughout the space. Grabbing a hairbrush, Yume swiftly pulls Alvyra's hair down, her long blonde hair falling to her waist.

“What are you doing?” Alvyra's tone was a bit tense and confused, Yume chuckled and started brushing the tangles out, “Your hair is all messy,” she kept running the brush through her hair, Alvyra letting her posture fall slightly as she let Yume work on her knots.

Finally, Alvyra's hair was tamed, and Yume admired her work, and her girlfriend. “You should wear your hair down more, It’s pretty.” Alvyra scoffed, “It’s impractical, It would get in the way all the time.” She blushes a bit as a small kiss is pressed to her cheek. “makes you look pretty..”

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After about an hour of talking and working out plans for a secret town meet up, it was getting late.

Alvyra looked out of the window, “I should go, captain wants me up early to set up for a check up on the troops down south. I'll write…”,

Yume scoffed, crossing her arms, “it better be legible this time, none of that scratch that the soldiers use.” A soft squeeze between their two hands was felt, reassuring the princess,

“and be safe, I don't want you coming back with more injuries.” Alvyra nodded before leaving the room, the hallways quiet once again.