#valhoil

      ❛   duties of the crown tend to weigh heavy on one’s mind.   don’t hesitate to rely on everyone here.   ❜

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—– ;     CELESTIAL figure draws before him. Head gently dips to acknowledge Regality. Palms then brought forward to reach for other’s hands. Softly, TENDERLY, warmth radiates from her, allowing to pass through him. Small scrapes ( && bruises ) melt away -- healed ! -- into nothing. Sovereign of land afar lifts right hand unto visage. Minor cut along cheek needs no mending from her, though STILL repairs anyway -- nothing but soot left thereafter.

          ❛ you should not be so hard on yourself . ❜     a pause. 

—– ;     DELICATE frame draws away from him once finishing, though stays near to allow for BENEVOLENT aura to linger still. Angelic hymn resounds once more from Emmeryn as she speaks again.

          ❛ what ails you , lord alfonse ? ❜

Alfonse taller then cypher: shoot me

Storm of opctis rest pon her grace, divinely fallen they call you. How heart yet turns noir with such hatred & suffrage you've come to taste, none know. Duel blades rest pon hip, a heavy n' nauseating weight. One where comfort will never come. Maw parts with hesitancy "Lady Emmeryn... forgive me for startling you. I hope askr is to your liking." a King you are, strides forth lightly, a mock of small bow in respects. "Please mind not our -- extravagant summoner. They are quite the case for sure"

♕ —– ᴅ ɪ ᴠ ɪ ɴ ᴇ  —– ;     TWAS STRANGE FEELING. To be taken from home, brought to land like own, yet vastly different as well. Seraph pondered, only briefly, if brother could carry in stead. It did not take long for that. The Ylissean Prince would make for fine Exalt in her ABSENCE. ( Oh how she would miss him dearly ) Her younger sister, as well, would FRET -- but two of them were strong && had one of Halidom’s finest Knights ACCOMPANYING with. Perhaps, then, twas for better for Queen’s unavailability. She only WISHED, her summoning was not so sudden.

  —– ;     PAINLESS, it had been. quick / straight to point. Flash of LIGHT came, then went, && she found herself pedestal. Work not her OWN, she had simply taken tome from shelf of Ylissean library. Pages were merely turned -- she had been walking back to throne room -- when Sovereign was enveloped ( bathed ! ) in illumination. Upon sight REGAINED, she was surrounded by strangers. Many stood before her; then... a SHRIEK. So sudden the sound. Mortal Angel gasped -- book SLIPPED from delicate fingers, && found itself to ground.

—– ;     SOURCE of howl came from a sole individual; wrapped in white && gold cloak, they were scrambling towards her. As though she a RARITY -- well renown yet NEVER seen. Forme stilled one moment THEN small bow took place. Palms raised, to grasp other’s, though she was -- instead -- taken into arms of shorter frame. STRENGTH miscalculated, breath was lost. She needs a moment to SETTLE before anything else. 

—– ;     LAUGHTER brightens area, then... chatter rises. She is released, only to be introduced to vast array of words ( strange some are ) that she can barely comprehend. Confusion MELTS from visage, though, only to be replaced with tender smile. It seems as though this strange soul was one who had SUMMONED her here. A gentle nod, once more, before she introduces herself. 

—– ;     AFTER introductions, came small tour. Summoner, along with another -- a young woman ( princess of Askr ) -- accompanied Ylissean Queen through castle. Not long, did it take, before both were sent for. Tour stopped SHORT, they only asked if she needed guidance to chambers. She only raised hand, && shook head. She would be able find self from there. No NEED to assist. If help deemed necessary, she only ask those she’d find. 

—– ;     KNACK of finding Athenaeum, Exalt finds self tracing spines of history. One CATCHES attention, becomes drawn, then opened. However, in the mere seconds upon opening, unfamiliar VOICE calls her name. Soft sound ( one not even audible ) escapes maiden’s lips; she turns SLOWLY, emerald hues QUICKLY catch sight of young man. 

—– ;     STANDING before her, one donned with Noble colours of Askr. Brother of Askr’s Princess && recently crowned King of land, she assumed him to be the Alfonse. She could do nothing but bow her head in turn -- common courtesy amonst royals, no matter the lineage. UNSURPRISED, she had been, nor had Emmeryn been truly startled. She simply did not expect young King to come find her. A smile, however, she ENJOYED newfound company nonetheless. Angelic voice RESONATED from her; a siren spoke.