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ONE  OF  THE  PRINCESS’S  favorite  festivals  had  to  be  the  one  where  fancy  clothing  usually  befitting  a  princess  was  forgone  in  favor  of  simpler  clothes  and  hairstyles.  Of  course  ,  the  queen  made  sure  that  her  youngest’s  hair  was  still  impressive  to  those  around  her.  No  princess  can  wearing  simple  clothing  unless  it  was  their  night  clothes  ,  of  course.  That  didn’t  stop  the  little  royal’s  teasing  ,  though.  Especially  with  her  brother.

“Ori  ,  you  must  have  escaped  mother’s  insistence  to  fix  our  hair.”  A  small  frown  evident  on  her  face  as  she  approached  the  other  royal  ,  Amidala  was  not  too  pleased  with  how  Orion  seemed  to  get  off  the  hook  for  large  events  like  this.  “I  wasn’t  as  lucky.  She  insisted  that  the  flowers  be  braided  before  I  left  our  apartments.  Ridiculous.”

“SO  THIS  IS  WHAT  you’ve  been  working  towards  for  the  past  five  years?”  Yse  asked  ,  eyes  scanning  over  the  room  as  she  propped  herself  up  on  her  elbows  ,  looking  down  to  Tyrion.  “I’m  quite  jealous  ,  I  must  say.”  A  senior  enchanter  seemed  to  have  it’s  perks  ,  though  Yseult  was  partial  to  her  occupation.  The  Damaris  family  was  hundreds  of  times  less  intimidating  than  the  circle.  “A  senior  enchanter  .”  That  may  have  simply  been  her  being  a  servant  and  Elysia  did  not  value  their  servants  as  much  as  Queensvale  ,  but  it  certainly  did  not  stop  her  from  slight  complaining  ,  but  the  smile  on  her  face  showed  it  didn’t  truly  bother  her.

The  last  time  she  had  snuck  off  in  the  middle  of  the  night  ,  she  had  been  working  as  a  barmaid  ,  and  it  felt  like  it  had  much  higher  stakes  than  this  ,  though  the  feeling  that  she  was  doing  something  wrong  most  certainly  could  not  be  shook.  Yseult  was  a  grown  woman  who  could  do  what  she  liked  ,  at  any  point  at  time  as  long  as  it  wasn’t  interfering  with  her  work  ,  and  it  most  certainly  wasn’t  ,  the  Gods  would  have  to  die  before  Elianna  was  awake  at  this  hour  ,  but  it  still  felt  odd  to  not  be  there  in  case  she  was  needed.  It  felt  even  more  strange  that  Tyrion  was  around  again.  But  neither  of  those  thoughts  were  something  she  allowed  herself  to  think  for  long.  Whoever  may  ‘need’  her  could  survive  without  her  assistance  for  a  night.

Yseult  took  a  moment  to  look  around  the  room  again  before  her  eyes  looked  back  to  Tyrion.  “You  really  are  one?”  She  asked.  When  Tyrion  first  told  her  ,  she  could  not  believe  it  ,  and  even  now  she  could  not.  Tyrion  Amora  as  an  authority  figure?  Not  in  a  million  years  ,  Yseult  was  more  imposing  when  she  was  a  child.

“YOU’RE AN IDIOT.” YSEULT hummed as she sat down on the bed beside Tyrion , smoothing her skirts under her , crossing her legs. “Now you can’t raise your arm above your head for , what , a week?” She leaned back , laying down now. “Thank you , though.” While she did tease lovingly , Yse did appreciate it , no matter how stupid it may have been and how Yseult believed she could have dealt with it herself.

“REALLY?” AZARIAH WAS USUALLY used to some type of opposition from most people , especially Rhynor. “Last I saw you , you were much more opposed to most anything I said.” A possible suitor to her in what felt like a past life ( which was really only a few years beforehand , but Ria has been known for a few dramatics ). “You have become much more tolerable , thank the gods for that.”

𝖙𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖆 +  𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖑𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 - “ do you need anything else? any dragons around here need slaying? ”

who : tyrion amora ! ( @ofcrimscns​ )​

WHILE YSEULT WAS A beloved servant , that did not mean that she had completely abandoned her mountain ways. Markets were one of those things. Of course , she was to bring Elianna with her , as well as a guard. It was common practice , more for Elianna than for Yseult , but hey! Still made her feel somewhat important in the grand scheme of things. The young girl seemed to enjoy shopping with her nanny , or at least that’s what Yseult thought. She held onto her nanny’s skirts as Yseult walked , their guard not too far behind. “Apples or peaches , Elianna?”  The little girl stopped to think for a moment. “Peaches!” She said , to which Yseult smiled and nodded.  “Peaches it is , then.” The woven basket Yseult had on her arm had been filled with things , from fruits to snacks for herself to store in her chambers. “Take my hand , Ellie.” She said , offering her free hand to the girl with the expectation that she would take it , but she did not. 

Someone making light animals with their magic had caught her attention more than Yseult had. “Go?” She asked , doing her best to pull Yse in the direction of the lights. Other children had gathered around the man , and the light plus the animals had obviously taken her interest more than her nanny.

Without looking up from the peaches she was examining , trying to find a few that weren’t bruised , Yseult nodded. “Of course , honey. Give me a moment,” She said , flipping the peach in her hand for a moment before letting Elianna pull her towards the commotion. Well , that didn’t last too long. When she had looked up , Yse’s face would fall. Tyrion? “Ellie , how about we go see something else?” She asked , placing the peach in the basket before crouching to pick her up , putting Elianna on her hip. But the younger wasn’t having it. Yse looking between where Ellie wanted to go , she couldn’t help but give in , unless she wanted a tantrum. 

“Fine,” Yse sighed , shaking her head as she walked across the street , trying her best to avoid looking directly at Tyrion , but still allowing Elianna to watch.