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          Owain’s never been a fan of royal events at the castle. Too much emphasis on social interactions and delicacies (he’s not the best at reigning in his... ‘ colourful ‘ personality), and they’re usually attended by the noble families of Ylisse and it’s neighboring countries, people much older and much more ‘ refined ‘ than Owain is used to. He has to put on a calmer, more controlled voice, use words he’s not even sure the meaning of, and be polite to people he doesn’t quite think deserve it. 

          So that’s why he tends to stick to the edges of the ballroom, nibbling on whatever fancy platter food passes by. His hand twitches as his side, and he’s desperate for some kind of action, his head buzzing. He hates standing still, and most of all hates being quiet. The moment he spots Lucina pass by (she’s also forced to go, being the Exalt’s daughter, after all) he tugs her by the wrist into a remote corner. 

               “ Lucina, we’ve got to do something, please. My                hand itches for action! If I stay still for much longer                I can’t be held accountable for my actions! Can we                play a game or something? Please! ”

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“Exactly right, milady!”

Much had changed in the few short weeks following the fall of Calamity. Princess Zelda had proven to be one of the greatest unifiers Hyrule had ever known; the different races of the country had between largely isolated in their respective territories, many linked to one another only by interactions with travelers and informal trade agreements. For the first time in one hundred years, the rulers of each dominion were routinely coming together to piece together the diplomatic relationships that had been lost in Hyrule’s decline.

In the years prior, Riju had never stepped foot beyond the frigid ranges of the Highlands or the dusty pathway that lined Gerudo Canyon, but politics required much travel from her in the present day. She had been gifted her first horse, a spirited mare she had named Drishti, who carried her through the wilderness. 

Meetings between the five races took place in the central location of Hyrule Castle in days of yore, but its pending reconstruction pushed them to the Zora Domain; both Death Mountain and Gerudo Town had climates that were much too harsh for the Zora, and the limited spacing in Rito Village could not accommodate everyone. 

Though enlivened by her youth and sprightly nature, Riju was unaccustomed to such long and frequent expeditions. She often returned to her homeland weary, but without much time to rest. Her own people were in need of her guidance, and she would always find the time to serve them. They were and always would be of the greatest importance. 

After a yet another long conference with the other rulers, the young chief found herself entering the familiarity of the canyon pass to the desert as the afternoon began to wane. On this occasion she was accompanied not by her customary guard detail, but by a friend who also happened to be adept with blade. Riju was thankful, not just for her protection, but for her company. Barring Buliara, she held her tongue around her soldiers, but she was able to speak freely about her troubles with Lucina. 

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                            Lucina is a name that nearly every one in Askr knows by now.  Lyon’s ears burn every time he hears her name, and he listens.  in time, he grows to know what he thinks is a fair bit about her and her story, and only when he is outfitted with this knowledge does he dare approach her.

                            she saved the world by going back in time.  her actions shaped history that had already happened.  she must know how to do such great feats.  he wants to mimic her actions, but in his own world.  it is the only thing that can make things right.

❝ Princess Lucina, ❞ he calls, walking quickly towards her and waving to catch her attention.  ❝ i’m afraid we haven’t met yet.  my name is Prince Lyon, from the land they call here the Sacred World.  please, excuse me if i’ve caught you at a bad time... ❞

                            there’s a tell-tale sparkle in his eye, a twinkling of determination that he’d believed was long ago snuffed out.  he smiles, almost confidently, and extends his hand.