#alys.001

A guard. She had been greeted mostly by princes and princess thus far, so hearing his take on things was sure to be interesting. She had heard many rumors circulating the palace walls back home about what the royal guards often saw and experienced. This, on the other hand, had to be one of the more tame events he had to put up with. The wine was starting to work it’s magic as her mind began to wonder, “My pleasure. As for the festivity, it’s different. Nothing I would normally participate in on my own accord, if I were back home, but a well needed bit of fun. This must be a break for you as well, or is a guard’s duty never done?” She smiled softly at him as she nibbled on some cheese. 

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Klaus could agree with her words. He hadn't often partaken in anything of the sorts if his job hadn't required him to, and even so, he might have been able to weasel out of participating, but in Khatanga it seemed like it was easier to bend to the extravagant wishes of the organization, and although the German would never say it out loud, those events were more about endurance than enjoyment. "You could put it that way," he nodded, and one corner of his mouth twitched up. "Once you get the hand of your duty and what hangs on the line, can you say you are ever able to fully take a break?" He wondered, and he thought she might be able to relate to the statement. Most royals in her position would draw that parallel.

The hand on her shoulder somewhat startled Alys, but realizing it was Rasa had seemed to calm her down, “Not really, but it’s going to have to be, all things considered.” Here she was sitting and pouting over a book, when other people had lost their homes and some had even lost their lives. She had somewhat felt embarrassed. Felt as though going on about a book sounded ridiculous, but it was the meaning behind it that had made her heart ache terribly. Just lost somewhere down in the rubble of the castle, “What about you? Are you okay? Did you lose anything?” She looked back to Rasa hoping at least someone wasn’t screwed over by mother nature. 

Rasa sighed at the words. She knew them all too well, and the burden they placed over someone's shoulders. "You know, it's all right to fall apart. To not think this is okay," she pointed out. It might not change the result, but there was some solace to knowing one could be true to their feelings. Even if it only happened once every blue moon. At the question, however, Rasa stopped. This was probably not the time to say something like it. "In a way," she let her head tilt to the side as she shrugged. "Nothing of the material sort though. My bedroom is in another wing. But, I'm now sharing it because Eamon's room used to be that way too," she explained as she gestured towards the spot they were looking at. "By the way, where are you staying?"