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Estella was everything but calm. Her posture, her exterior and her face resembled peace and easiness, but deep down beneath all that, she was terrified. The king wasn’t overly fond of her and with every knock on the door, she waited for the guards to come and seize her, for them to take her away. Fear became a large part of her life once again and, as a knock sounded on her door, she flinched and braced herself, a smile spreading on her lips widely.

Whispers. Strange looks. Well, stranger than usual and that was exactly the thing that made Clarissa narrow her eyes in confusion and distress. That feeling of cold dread, a flash of nearing vision seized her, before someone passed next to her a muttered out “Titan.”

“What is it?” Tobias said to whoever was interrupting him as she got together his things. “I’ve got about six more bounties added to my list today and I don’t have a lot of time to waste.” Tobias sheathed his sword, before turning to look back at whoever it was. “What do you need?”

“I have no idea how the pirate escaped, so you can take your accusations and shove them. Now get out of my way.”

It took a lot for Carina to lose her patience. She was usually praised for her seemingly endless pool of patience. She rarely snapped or lost her temper, but even she had her limits. The city was still trapped in a state of chaos. She had friends who mysteriously drew back from the public eye, others were on the run - most of them probably innocent of whatever crime they had been charged with. Meanwhile, she was expected to simply sit still with her hands in her lap and say nothing, do nothing. She was tired of her words of worry fell on deaf ears and who only told her to stay out of trouble. It may not be her fight, but people she cared about was involved. Innocent people were arrested and tried for treason. In her eyes that certainly made it her fight as well.

“You might not want to go that way, dear. There is a large hole on the way, you could twist your ankle; or worse.”

Miranda was not longer too keen on leaving the safe grounds and sitting in an inn like a common-wench - she was queen to be, after all. It appears, however, that today was not one of those calculated days and so, the young lady Jane has found herself sitting in a tavern, slowly sipping on her drink and staring ahead, her thoughts an endless whirlpool of he dreams, her aspirations and her duties -- both towards Thomus and Arthur. It appeared to her that she was no longer a main character in her own story and it began troubling her, deeply.