The Truest of Hearts

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Two years had passed since the incident at Quilicia's party. The announcement of her engagement to Alexander had rocked man to the core despite winning the hand of the second fairest lady of them all, Duchess Francis. He had nothing against Francis, but his heart belonged to Quilicia and always would. No matter what the duchess did, she would never win his heart for it was no longer his to give.

Two years had transformed the prince as well. The small frame had begun to give way to a more athletic build. The definition of his muscles had begun to be displayed and his voice had changed to a deeper tone. His father had called it the rite of passage that every young man would walk through. It was the transition between boyhood and manhood. Micah only wished he could share it with the girl he loved.

However, fate had not been so kind. He had seen Princess Quilicia perhaps twice in the past two years and each time, she was closely monitored by her husband to be and he had been forbidden by his parents to converse with her. It tore him apart but such was the politics he had been taught to honor by his father.

Today was one of one honoring days. Micah stood, dressed in a pair of brown pants and a loose white shirt as the carriages came into view on the streets. Francis was coming today to stay for a few weeks. Though he could not love her, Micah refused to be miserable in this arrangement. It was his way in honoring his future wife as well as both their families.

"You look dashing, young prince," his mother spoke to her thirteen year old son.

Micah smiled and nodded slightly in a bow, "Thank you, mother. How long will Francis be with us this time?" He asked. He had seen her quite frequently over the past two years. The question had her frowning and he shook his head, "I only wish to know how much time I have left to get to know the duchess before she is to return home."

She nodded wearily knowing that her son had another motive. Despite what hey tried, hey could not convince him to let Quilicia go, "Three weeks and a day. She is to spend some time with all of us and some of us individually. Namely, you and I. You so that you may grow closer and more informed of each other, and I so that she may learn her place in our kingdom." Micah nodded. Three weeks and a day, he could make it through.
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"I don't understand, father," Alex fumed toward his dad. The fifteen year old boy had turned out to be quite dashing himself, "I've been both kind and gentle. I've tried to be the romantic, but no matter what I do, Quilicia never looks at me the same way she looked at Micaiah," the memory of that day had burned into his mind in a negative sense.

His father sighed, "Perhaps it is time to be a little more...forceful with your approach, son," his father started, "Quilicia has been with us a week and a half now, correct?" Alex nodded, "Then perhaps it is time for the gloves to come off. She is with your mother now. I will show you how to apply the right kind of pressure to get the results you seek. Quilicia will soon forget about Micaiah or she will be quite miserable. Obedience and submission is what is valued most from women here and if she won't do either, than perhaps she will need to see what will happen should she continue to ignore that.
 
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Duchess Francisca Pogue

Duchess Francis sat in her carriage with complete contentment with a bit of worry. She was content in her duties as Duchess of Foneroy, content in her diplomatic task in building positive ties with the kingdom of Valdea, knowing that such a move will not only build her kingdom up, but will also strengthen Biscayne, their high crown, too. This move, her father hopes, will allow Foneroy to break away from Biscayne as their own kingdom. To become a princess, for her country, was something she's hoped for all her life. Nevertheless, there was a worry, almost like a guilt, that had begun to fester in her heart ever since her dear friend's ninth birthday party. That worry was somewhat straining her, drowning her feelings about what she was about to do.

I really never knew they felt so strongly about each other, Francis's mind wandered as the carriage moved through the forest and into green pastures. But, it has been decided...therefore, we must do as we're told, or lessen our duties to our kingdoms and country. She must understand this...or else... There, that's it; that worry, like guilt, almost fear, that these arrangements their parents have made for diplomacy will become the end of various lifelong friendships - one of them being the one between her and Princess Quilicia.

Her Governess, Kashona, sat quietly across from her, carefully watching her attitude, wishing her young Duchess would, for once, at least admit to herself that she's not the cause of this guilt. She is an innocent victim, just like all the rest; youthful royals forced into a political game played for generations - one they are too young to understand, to realize, or even to be bothered by it. These old issues should be dead by now, the older lady thought to herself as the Valdea's castle soon rose over the hills they crossed. Now, my sweet Duchess is thrown into the fire, to betray a friend's heart for no reason except to raise a new banner over her father's castle. What shame her parents carry; what shame she's forced to swallow.

And even though Francis felt wrong for following through with her father's plans for her life, deep down she was...content. Prince Micaiah has always been, and forever will be, in her favor - regardless if he realizes it or not. Her one wish is for him to, one day, see that a Duchess can love him just as well as a Princess.

The carriage stopped within the courtyard of the Valdea's castle, and instantly there were guards and coachmen removing bags, and opening door to assist her and Kashona from the carriage.

"All hail the coming of Duchess Francisca Pogue of Foneroy; sister kingdom of Biscanye!"

The guards and attendants present bowed as her and her Governess walked briskly inside, escorted by the Herald himself and followed by their Coachmen and guards. He kindly showed her around the main foyer as they walked towards the throne room. "I believe they are awaiting for you in here. I shall announce you, M'Lady, and...your Governess?"

"Madame Kashona DeShon of Ossory Island," Francis introduced. "She's been my Governess ever since I was born, and has come to aid me during my stay here."

The Herald nodded and turned to open the double doors, leaving them open as he walked in. Francis sighed nervously at the sight of the Delanayes sitting very statuesque on the other side of the room. Her eyes immediately fell on Micaiah, and she blushed.

"Calm your heart, M'Lady," her Governess warned at a whisper. "Regardless of their decisions, if they don't favor you due to your behavior, they can easily allow you to wed but soon as lock you away in the dungeons to keep embarrassment out of sight."

"Ah, Kashona, I only blush because I care so much to see him as so."

When their names were announced, Duchess Francis stepped lightly, practically gliding across the marble floor. She bowed gracefully to the floor and up again, smiling warmly with a charm that was all her own. "It is so good to see you two again, Lord Eldrian, Lady Lizbeth... Prince Micaiah. It's been far too long since our last visit."


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Princess Quilicia, although older and much, much wiser than she use to be, still held a youthful vibrancy about her, it made her seem immortal. Two years seem to not phase her breathtaking features. Her smile was still a sight to behold, and her skin still as supple as a youngling Elf; but there was something within that seem to weaken the power of her charm. It was far to difficult for others to see, unless they've know this young lady in a deeper sense. Governess Bianca, now truly showing her age, stood behind the chair of her Princess as she chatted with Queen Yeltza. She could see that dimmed light in the girl's eyes, and she knew why. Her heart has never mended itself after her birthday fiasco two years ago, and she feared it never will.

Vel, sitting underneath Quil's seat - on guard - listened to the conversation above and relayed things to Quil, so she could better understand the mother of Prince Alexander. She wanted her friend to make a good impression, to hopefully gain the Queen of Sylbia's favor. Such favors may, one day, grant her mercy. It's often the mothers of Princes who cut the ties of an arrangement for the sake of their child, especially when they believe that his heart is within someone else's hands. But, even Vel was unsure about this. Queen Yeltza's heartfire wasn't as strong as it use to be, she figured, for the darkness she's lived with all her years has damaged the once powerful woman. This woman might be far too broken and scorn for Quilicia to look for her aid in this matter.

Quil sipped her tea with a grin, before taking another bite of her meal. Queen Yeltza wasn't as bad as she thought she would be. She could clearly see the woman's suffering and how the presence of another woman in her mist was a delight for her. She lit up the room with various stories about her education in The Arts, how she traveled with her family to various places that Quil's never heard or read about. She asked the Queen tons of questions and truly enjoyed her time with her. Unfortunately, there were other questions Quil wished to ask the Queen, mostly about Alexander and the reasons why her and the King choose her to be their son's bride, but Quil feared the answers... She feared hearing that her father gave her away as aid for their kingdom or for strength in numbers. For some reason, she feared the idea of King Fandor gaining any access to Biscanye. It's just a feeling, a hunch, but she did not like his aura at all.
 
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Micaiah smiled genuinely though his motives were not as Francis would most likely wish. He loved Quilicia, he had determined that on her ninth birthday, but Francis was still a good friend. He hoped that he could show her that he loved Quilicia but after much counsel, his father had convinced him that such a thing would not change anything. Micaiah needed to learn to love her if he were to ever reach some resemblance of happiness.

Micaiah stepped forward and bowed slightly to honor his guest and future bride, "Duchess Francis, I am honored that you have come to visit me. It seems there has been many things planned for us to enjoy together."

Micaiah glanced ever so slightly at his father who smiled proudly. If there was anything his father had taught him, it was honor. He had instilled in him that honor was to be weighed more than love and that love, at least the love he confidently shared with Quilicia, was to be suppressed if it meant the improvement of their kingdom. This ough th made his chest ache, but he tried desperately to suppress it.

"My mother has informed me that some of your time here will be spent with her in preparation for the role you will be taking on some day. I do pray that your stay here will be enjoyable. I hope that we get to know much of one another," Micaiah had already straightened up and extended his hand out to his future wife someday, "Would you like to walk with me?"

Micaiah saw his father's eyebrow raise. This had not been a part of the original plan for the day but his father smiled slightly and he seemed to puff out chest a bit more in pride. Micaiah smirked and nodded. Micaiah would do his best to learn to love her...but he would never stop loving Quilicia.
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Alexander smiled and rose to his feet after his father. It would seem his father was ready to show him some of what was needed to teach Quilicia to be submissive and not so defiant. Their feet sounded off the walls until they stood behind the door that secluded the queen and Quilicia.

The king opened the door and stepped through. The queen jumped ever so slightly not expecting any visitors, "Yeltza, Alexander needs to spend some time alone with Princess Quilicia. Come," he smiled while he extended his hand out for his wife. She smiled submissively and nodded as she took his hand quietly and stood to her feet.

"The princess and I had much to discuss still, my lord," she spoke reluctantly. She was not willing to let the young woman endure what she had but she knew it was necessary to her to be the wife her son needed.

"You're done for now, Yeltza. I'll not hear anymore of it," the king spoke firmly and the queen curtsied her farewell and left the room leaving Alexander alone with Quilicia.

Alexander noted the firmness of his father's voice and turned to Quilicia, "Hello again, Princess," he bowed ever so slightly, "We will take a walk and you will tell me more of who you are and of where you're from," his tone was authoritative. No more would be the options. Quilicia needed to learn her place.
 
"Duchess Francis, I am honored that you have come to visit me. It seems there has been many things planned for us to enjoy together."

She couldn't see it - of course, it's difficult to actually see the emotions of those who are taught to stand in respect before another; but Francis could almost hear it in his voice - that 'appropriateness' one manages to use when they don't care to be so. Micaiah was always a gentleman and a dear friend, but the tone of formality was far too heavy here. He was - struggling - to put on a welcoming face. Having their engagement hovering over his head altered his mannerism towards her. At least, it was evident by the tone of his voice.

Perhaps, it's because his parents are present? she thought, and was affirmed when her friend's eyes cut over his shoulder to gain his father's approval. Francis released a whispered sigh. He is being coached on how to behave around me now? Has all these new developments change our friendship that much?

"My mother has informed me that some of your time here will be spent with her in preparation for the role you will be taking on some day. I do pray that your stay here will be enjoyable. I hope that we get to know much of one another," Micaiah then extended his hand out to bay for hers. "Would you like to walk with me?"

Then again, I might be wrong.

Francis smiled sweetly, "Yes, of course, Prince Micaiah." Thrilled, she slipped her tiny hand gently into his; her eyes never leaving his. Was this a sign? A touch of flesh between a future love; she wondered if he felt the sparks of ignition as her fingers slid into the palm of his hand. Blushing, her eyes dropped at that thought before glancing over her shoulder at her Governess who gave her a loving nod. Lifting the hem of her dress with her other hand, Francis followed Micaiah out of the thrown room - she would follow him anywhere he went; always.

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As Quil and the queen enjoyed each other's company, the door opened and the king and Prince Alexander entered. Quil gave her nicest smile possible, but suddenly it flattened questioningly. Queen Yeltza jumped as if demon hounds had busted in to drag her to hell. The sudden fear on her face aged her even more than her obvious daily stresses, and she turned in her seat with a sudden urgency. Quil, wondering if there was some sort of emergency, was about to ask if the queen was okay.

"Yeltza, Alexander needs to spend some time alone with Princess Quilicia. Come," he smiled while he extended his hand out for his wife.

"The princess and I had much to discuss still, my lord," she spoke as if she needed to plea her case.

"You're done for now, Yeltza. I'll not hear anymore of it" The king's firm tone towards his wife shocked Quil; that was the voice of a commander of slaves and guards, not a loving husband to a wife. But, before she could wrap her head around it, Yeltza did as she was told and left Quilicia alone with Alexander... That wasn't the sort of happy family scene she thought she would see. But, then again, the darkness surrounding the king hadn't changed...only darkened more.

Turning her attention towards Alexander, she sat up taller, almost offended that the king allowed his son to stay there alone with her, and continued to eat her light meal.

"Hello again, Princess," he bowed ever so slightly. She nodded her head with a slight annoyance. "We will take a walk and you will tell me more of who you are and of where you're from.

There was that sound again...the commander. Was Alexander mocking his father, or was he his twin? "That is well, after I finish my lunch. It is a lovely day, but it will fade on an unpleasant stomach." She continued to take her time to eat, giving Alexander a glance up. "You can sit and chat with me while I finish. That would be nice."
 
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Micaiah only smiled as he felt the warmth softness of her hand slide into his. He had to admit that although his heart did not belong to her, it did flutter at her touch. It was slightly uncomfortable and it made him feel as tough he were betraying aquilicia, but at the same time...it was welcoming. Despite everything he hoped, and he would not give that hope up, he knew his chances of actually wedding the woman he loved were slim to none. If he could really learn to love Francis, at least a little, would make his future somewhat brighter.

Micaiah took her hand and rested it in the crook of his arm as he turned them to his grinning father and bowed, encouraging Francis to do the same. Though it seemed she knew to do so, "Father, forgive me for moving off of the schedule you had in place for Duchess Francis and I, but I thought it necessary to spend some time alone with her. If she is to be ruling at my side, it is only fair that I get to know her away from your prying eyes."

His mother looked at his grinning father and elbowed him softly causing the king to clear his throat, "Do as you wish, Micaiah, but do take Selphia and, if she would like, Madame Kashona to ensure you do not do anything that ought to wait for your wedding night."

Micaiah blushed slightly but nodded, "Of course, Father."

His mother spoke up is time, "But do make sure the women give them space. Let hem get to know each other away from prying eyes." The king nodded in agreement before he, the queen, and the guard all left.

Micaiah smiled to Francis and hen started down the road. His feet carried them to the garden and he breathed a bit easier knowing that Selphia followed from a respectable distance. When he had finally reached his destination, the young prince turned to Francis and the Royal facade dropped. Standing before her now was the boy she had seen growing up.

"Your travels, Francis, were they good?" He asked as he let her hand slip away. The absence of its warmth didn't go unnoticed but he tried to push it to the back of his mind by bringing to mind....
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"Princess Quilicia," Alex stated. The whole authoritative tone was new to him and he wavered ever so slightly. He glanced toward the door. What would his father ink of him if he could not gain control over his future bride? What would happen if she was not obedient? Would his father think less of him?

Alexander turned back to her and straitened his shoulders while lifting his chin ever so slightly, "No, Quilicia, you will come with me at once. I don't know how these matters are managed in your old kingdom, Princess, but here, you do as your told."

Was he being too harsh or hard? He shook his head. He couldn't show any doubt, or show uncertainty in his own actions. Alexander clapped his hands together and two servants entered the room from the closed door. Alex turned his attention toward them, "Gather princess Quilicia's plate. She is finished."

Alex watched her for her reaction. Would she listen or would she be all the more defiant?
 
Kashona fell behind the young ones, taking her place beside Selphia as they followed the two out into the garden. Francis glanced back once - only once, to see her beloved guardian smiling sweetly back before she returning her attention to Selphia to chat with her about growing up with Prince Micaiah - swapping stories.

Francis felt as if her world, regardless of the few grey clouds about her, was beginning to lighten up beautifully for her. For Prince Micaiah wanted to spend time alone with her - as a couple, not as friends - was this true? Her heart fluttered, believing it before she gained any confirmation. She didn't care, this was a start and she wasn't going to complain about that.

Unfortunately however, when Micaiah faced her with his familiar, happy-go-lucky grin, she soon realized she'd jumped to the wrong conclusions. Francis' heart -flutters slowed down sadly.

"Your travels, Francis, were they good?" He asked and his hand released hers.

She didn't follow it, just charmingly clasped both hands before her waist and sighed, stretching her eyes over the beautiful garden to regain herself. "Yes, as always, they were good. I noticed your father had called for the roads to your home to be repaired since that horrible rainstorm last year. They road smoothly - no large craters to gobble up carriage wheels." She giggled, stepping away slightly to look at his mother's blooming orchids. The last time she was there, they weren't in season. Now, their colorful faces were brighter than all the other flowers there.

"So, what have you been doing since my last visit? I hope your father haven't kept you too busy, for all that work will age you before your time."

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"No, Quilicia, you will come with me at once. I don't know how these matters are managed in your old kingdom, Princess, but here, you do as your told."

Quil frowned before turning it into one of her charming grins, "So, I'm not allowed to finish my lunch? Dear Alexander, our conversation can start here and continue on for as long as you like after I'm done..."

Before she had a chance to convince him that the urgency to leave was not necessary, thay he didn't have to be so insensitive and let her finish the few bites she had on her plate, Alex called for assistants.

"Gather princess Quilicia's plate. She is finished."

Now, she pouted, "No, I'm not. I just said, I wasn't done." But regardless of her words, the servants followed his, taking her plate and glass and left the room. She was shocked - never in her life has she been deprived of time to manage her needs. Her parents never done that to her, to themselves, or even the people that served under them. He made absolutely sure they cared for their health and well being just as much as he cared for them.

"Prince Alexander, that wasn't necessary; I was almost done." Quil stood up from her seat with a heavy sigh, "Well, I guess I'll be fine until dinner. So, you wish to know more about me and from where I fair correct, Alex?" She dropped the formalities before him now that they were alone, being the Quil she's always been, that good friend he's always been himself with. "After all the time we've spent throughout our childhood, you mean you don't know this already? Well, if you did, you would know that I don't mind walking with you, but you can be so kind as to show a little patience. You've never been this impatient before..."

True, before he's always been so nice to her. But, then again, she was just a little girl back then. Now, at eleven - going on 20, she's far too mature to be seen as such. Nevertheless, curteousy and kindness were not based on age - or gender; according to her parents' teachings.
 
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Micaiah chuckled ever so slightly at Francis' question, "Father has indeed kept me busy. He has been teaching me much of politics and economics. I have war classes weekly so that I might better know how to defend my kingdom through proper strategy. Commander Dalis, has been teaching me swordplay and one of two things has become evident. Either I am quite skilled with a blade or the others are two fearful to show me otherwise. I pray that it is not the first. How can I properly defend myself if others make it seem as though I am better than I truly am."

Micaiah turned and smiled slightly, "But let's not spend so much time speaking of me. Have you been keeping yourself busy? I could not bare if my future wife were worn out before she had a chance to be queen," that statement hurt him, but he knew the chances. He needed to face the facts and he knew that Francis would want to hear that. He would rather choose Quilicia, in fact, to him, he already had, but if he were forced to choose another woman, he knew it would have been Francis. He loved Quilicia but perhaps he could learn to love Francis.
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Alexander's face changed slightly as red rushed onto it. Quilicia stood firm and reprimanded him. Who did Quilicia think she was? She was a guest in his castle and his future wife, nothing more. She was to serve in the queen capacity and as the mother of his children just as his mother had and his father's mother before him. It was their way. Now she was to learn his or he would teach her the hard way.

Alexander took Quilicia's hand in his as he started out of the room and toward the garden planted in the back, "I must show you something, Princess," he told her as they exited the building all together. Alexander was practically dragging her in his moment of frustrations any objection she had resulted in his ignoring and a tighter grip on her hand.

Finally he stopped as hey stepped through waist high, trimmed hedges and into a well kept graveyard of sorts. Every headstone or crypt was titled with Alexander's last name.

"Quilicia, you need to understand something. Each one of these crypts are host to a king of my, our future kingdom. Each headstone that rests near the crypt is his queen. They served their kings without question, without objection and without rebellion. To be rebellious earned a queen a quick dismissal of sorts and replacing," Alexander's eyes pierced into her as he turned to her, "You will be my wife one day, Quilicia, and as much as I wish to tell you that this dishonor could be in your future should you rebel against me, you are much too free spirited for such a threat."

Alexander released her and stepped toward the closest headstone. His fingers slid along the top as he spoke without looking at her, "So, Quilicia, you will learn to submit to my every whim or I will ruin your father's Kingdom. You and I both know that your father does not have the military to stop mine should we go to war. You will obey me or I will do this and so much more. You will tell no one of this conversation or I will convince my father to invade your kingdom. I will take you by force and you will still be my wife."

For a teenager, Alexaner had developed a cruelty most would deem disturbing. Now, Quilicia was experiencing it, "Now to test this. In a few months, we will be meeting with an old friend of yours. Should you speak with, or even look in Prince Micaiah's direction, I will do all that I have said and so much more. Am I understood?"
 
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"But let's not spend so much time speaking of me. Have you been keeping yourself busy? I could not bare if my future wife were worn out before she had a chance to be queen."

Francis blushed slightly, turning away again to hide her personal delights and stepping away slightly with a tendril of blond hair twirling around her finger. "There's been lots to do - from my various studies, and the new instructions added to train me to be a fine queen for you and your people; but mostly I've maintained my duties within the castle, and my visits to the villages around our kingdom for goodwill missions." She turned her eyes back upon Micaiah with a grin, "My mother believes that a king holds the people's respect and confidence, but a queen holds their hearts and spirits. She wants me to be the best keeper of their spirits, to know just the right things to say and do to gain their hearts and hold them with care, harmony, and love." Dropping her eyes at her last word, Francis's grin was visibly smitten regardless of the lilt fingers that attempted to brush it away. Again, she turned away to collect herself within the view of the garden.

"My mother...at times of war, she brings hope to the people of Foneroy; they always hold onto her words... She encourages them to never give up hope, to pray and ask for victory; for peace and love for our enemies, in hopes that their hearts will awaken from the darkness driving them forward into battle. They look up to her with so much reverence - just as much as they do my father. That's what makes them so strong together, for strength and grace are as powerful as fire and wind.

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Quilicia should have expected this, she should have realized the signs, but she was still far too young in the gift to recognize them. Before the burning sensation threw her focus to her feathered hand, the hidden gift practically boiling to warn her, Alexander seized Quil's hand and dragged her out of the room. Hissing and barking madly at him, she tried to pull her stinging hand out of his, but his grip only tightened to the point that the burning didn't feel so bad.

"I must show you something, Princess."

"You...you're hurting me, Alex! Please, let go!" He didn't listen to anything she yelled, and no one came to assist her either. Quil was dragged out of the castle, through various walkways that lead them away from its safety, and soon down an unknown strip of earth hidden behind the tall forest that surrounds the back portion of the castlesite. It was still within the protection of the outer castle walls, but out of sight from even the highest tower. The isolated location made Quil nervous, especially when her eyes finally focused enough to see how Alex's aura had darkened even more. Her hand felt numb with pain. When he stopped, he still kept a strong hold of her hand, but she still continued to fight against him, hoping to make him release. The pain was causing her eyes to water.

"I can't believe you felt the need to drag me out of the castle like some child!" Her eyes lifted to the new atmosphere around her and she froze, shocked and completely frightened. "Wh-where are we, Alex?"

"Quilicia, you need to understand something. Each one of these crypts are host to a king of my, our future kingdom. Each headstone that rests near the crypt is his queen. They served their kings without question, without objection and without rebellion. To be rebellious earned a queen a quick dismissal of sorts and replacing," Alexander's eyes pierced into her as he turned to her, and her heart sank. "You will be my wife one day, Quilicia, and as much as I wish to tell you that, this dishonor could be in your future should you rebel against me; you are much too free spirited for such a threat."

"What?" Quil gasped, frustrated, confused, and holding back from the pain in her hand heating more due to the hidden threat against her life. "How was I rebellious for speaking my mind? I just suggested one thing..."

She was cut off, again her words being ignored as Alexander released her hand and stepped towards one of the headstones. Quil immediately grabbed her hand and gently began to rub her thumb against her soar palm, glancing down to see a very light outline of the Ciboney feather hidden under her delicate skin. She looked up, shocked that it showed and wrapped her arms around her as she watched Alex more deeply. His mannerisms had completely changed. He was cold and hateful all of a sudden, and she had no idea why. Did she really do something wrong?

"So, Quilicia, you will learn to submit to my every whim or I will ruin your father's Kingdom."

Her eyes widened in shock, "What?"

"You and I both know that your father does not have the military to stop mine should we go to war. You will obey me or I will do this, and so much more." She was speechless; not only was he threatening her life for just being herself, but now he was threatening her family and home. It was an outrage, one she must write to her father about as soon as possible.

"You will tell no one of this conversation, or I will convince my father to invade your kingdom. I will take you by force, and you will still be my wife." Something in the back of Quil's mind told her to runaway, to seek help somewhere safe and contact her father as soon as possible; but at the thought her hand burned more and more, causing her to dig her nails in to her folded arms. The tears that dampen her face were not just from such pains, but from Alexander's words... This is the man her parents chose for her; rather than just allowing her heart to choose for her, they handed her off to the highest bidder? She tried to hold back her sobs, but her tears continued to fall, for that was the only call she could make for aid.

Help me! Someone, please...I need to find help!"

"Now to test this, in a few months we will be meeting with an old friend of yours." Quil's eyes lifted slightly - she didn't want to see the evil in her friend's eyes, but as soon as he mentioned an old friend, the burning in her hand stopped. "Should you speak with, or even look in Prince Micaiah's direction, I will do all that I have said and so much more. Am I understood?"

Without a second thought about everything he just spoke, Quil suddenly stepped forward with a renewed hope, "Prince Micaiah is coming here? Why, what for?" She was unaware of any meetings or gatherings happening in the kingdom, and Queen Yeltza didn't mention one... Her excitement at this sudden answered prayer was almost too overwhelming - she'd forgotten all about Alex's threats, or the consequences of her 'dishonorable' actions. The idea of seeing Micaiah again after so long seemed to drive her into action and refresh her spirits, regardless of the pool of darkness Alex had poured around her. Even through the tears he's created, a bright ray of light glistened from her soft smile.
 
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Something bothered Fracis. Micaiah could see it but he had nothing to go off of. He had no idea as to what truly ate at her spirit. At times, she would glow, even during their current conversation, he could see that glow until she addressed certain topics such as Love. Was their engagement doing to her what it had done to him? Had she lost her love because she was required to marry him?

Micaiah found it hard to follow her words knowing that something bothered her. Sure, he didn't love her as he did quilicia, but he could choose to love her and that could be enough right? Micaiah wanted Francis to be happy. He didn't want her to be miserable just as he was trying to not be so. He wanted to love her as he loved Quilicia, but hope prevented such a thing. Instead, he would love her less, but he would love her nonetheless.

Micaiah stepped toward Francis. His hand reached out and took her hand gently, "Francis, are you okay? Twice since your arrival I have seen your smile fade. Is this," he gestured between the two of them, "Not what you wanted? Did you have another in mind?"
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Alexander was satisfied with her reaction. A small part of him pricked painfully at his heart when he saw her tears but he pushed it away and smirked. Quilicia had brought this upon herself by not letting go of her love for Micaiah. This was not going to end between of them. They were not going to be together so she needed to stop loving Micaiah and love him. Victory had been his until he had made the mistake of mentioning her love by name.

"Prince Micaiah is coming here? Why, what for?"

She smiled. This was what hope looked like in someone who had thought they had lost it all. Through the tears that streamed from her eyes, a ray of hope in the form of a soft smile. Immediately his blood boiled as his body was taken over by rage. He had thought so hard on how to crush all hope and by mentioning a name, she had been given enough back to hold on to. That smile that should have been meant for him was now on her lips spread for another boy.

Alex lashed out, his hand swung swiftly through the air and stung dreadfully as he slapped her hard, "Have you not heard a word I've spoken, Quilicia. You will forget Micaiah. You will love none other than me. You will never speak or react to his name again or so help me, Princess, I will destroy everything you have ever loved."

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he glared at her to ensure that she understood him. She was such a stupid girl if she could not understand that she no longer had choices. Things were only done with his permission. She would do as she was told or he would be true to his word.
 
Micaiah stepped forwards, gently taking her hand as if it held the most precious thing within it. Her eyes shifted to his, almost shocked to feel the prick of emotion coming from his presence.

"Francis, are you okay? Twice since your arrival I have seen your smile fade. Is this," he gestured between the two of them, "Not what you wanted? Did you have another in mind?"

Now she understood, and immediately shook her head, "No, that's not so, Micaiah; there is...no other." Again, she felt hope for something she's always hoped for, but that ache within about what such hopeful wishes meant elsewhere began to twist her insides like an illness that refused to go away. Francis sighed, "I...I've always wished for this," her eyes held a passionate haze as if she was living a dream she's lived before. "It's just...I didn't wish for the consequences attached to it."

Her smile faded once more - there was no reason to deny it; his love for her sweet friend was a hard warrior to stand up against, and her heart was torn in two because of it. Her hopes and dreams were fighting against her life-long friendship, and she didn't want to lose at neither.

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A sharp hand fell upon her supple cheek, causing a powerful burn to scorch her flesh and throw her to the ground with such force, Quil realized right then what her gift attempted to warn her about. This burn was worse than its warnings and her tears fell faster.

"Have you not heard a word I've spoken, Quilicia. You will forget Micaiah. You will love none other than me. You will never speak or react to his name again or so help me, Princess, I will destroy everything you have ever loved."

She dropped her eyes, for the darkness surrounding Alexander blinded her from all the light left in the atmosphere - her first lesson in obedience left her frozen in understanding. She...felt hopeless. Her face swelled slightly under the hand that covered the red mark upon her cheek. All she could do was nod her head, scared to say anything or breath for that matter. What was she to do? If her thoughts and actions were considered disobedient, then how was she to be around Alexander? And his jealousy? Such a deadly one at that - her hopes for reporting his threats to her father through Micaiah were gone for good, if her eyes weren't allowed to look at him! If that's the case, then speaking was far worse! Could she even test this through a letter handed to him through someone trusting? Dare she? Her death would be a blessing to her if this was the sort of condition she must live life, but such an action could destroy her family and kingdom... That was not the price she wished to pay... In other words, there was no such thing as hope for her anymore...

Quil took a deep breath and slowly stood to her feet, brushing off her dress and drying her eyes. Regardless of what was facing her now, she was a Pillaboo - strong, determined, and humble. She may be stubborn, but she also was aware of when it was best to leave well enough alone - until time shifts and opportunity comes around again. This was one of those times. She will do what she must to keep her family and kingdom safe, but she will never give up on Prince Micaiah...

She opened her eyes, holding back her tears and fears, and staring Prince Alexander down with darkened eyes. The young princess was no longer there, only a newly cracked shell of a girl who was trying to hide what she could of herself, while keeping just a portion of it for his view. A charmer Quil's always been, one who was able to get away with almost anything; she will use her talents to keep herself safe.

"Yes,' she said, clearing her throat. "Forgive me... I'll readjust myself accordingly." Her voice was flat and cracking, lacking what luster it use to have. Her reddened face was bright against her porcelain skin, but she didn't behave as if it hurt. Quil maintained herself like a proper princess should.
 
Micaiah sighed and nodded slowly. He gripped her hand reassuringly and thought carefully the words he would say next. This was a discussion this young couple needed to have. He pulled her aside and gently brushed off a stone bench before gesturing for her to sit down. He waited and then joined her, still without releasing her soft hand.

How did one tell another that they loved their best friend? How did he tell her that even though that were true, he would do his best to love her because she deserved that? Just moments before when she arrived, Micaiah had purposed to "suffer" through this visitation but as lessons his father had taught him invaded his mind, he was faced with a dillema. Did he act childish and refuse to love someone because of not wanting to let go of someone he could never have? Or does he show his true character and do his best to really love her? Does he show her that he is the honorable young man she had come to know him to be?

"Francis," he started, "It is no secret that I have always loved Quilicia and her me," he looked away not because the words hurt to speak, but the look in Francis' eyes hurt him. The hope that swelled within him at just the thought of Quilicia's love for him caused him to struggle not to glow. After gathering himself, he looked back at her, "But I know, she knows, that the chance of that love being anything more is nonexistent. Francis," he tried his best to lock her eyes with his. He wanted her to see his sincerity, "I will purpose to love you. I do not wish that either of us go through life loveless. I just ask that you be patient as I try to let go of one love and create another."
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Alexander swelled with pride and almost wanted to smile and clap for joy. He had done it. He had broken Quilicia and she was finally his. The look of submission in her eyes, the broken voice, this was what power looked like and it was amazing, "Good," he finally spoke and then turned and offered her his arm, "We will finish our walk and then you may speak with my mother once more. When you're done, dinner will be ready. You will be on time and sit beside me. Do you have any questions?"
 
"I will purpose to love you. I do not wish that either of us go through life loveless. I just ask that you be patient as I try to let go of one love and create another."

She knew Micaiah wasn't lying to her, or telling her what her heart wants to hear. His sincerity was one of his finer traits and another reason why she cared for him so. But, as Francis held back her joyful tears, she also held back the sorrow she knew he held within. Those words were not easy for him to say.

"I will always be patience with you, Micaiah, and I will do my utmost to insure that your efforts...and sacrifices...are not in vain." She woven her fingers within his, smiling sweetly at what their future will hold for them. Her heart still hurt for Quilicia, but she hoped that things might work out for the best for them all.

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"Good," Alexander responded positively before lifting his arm for her to hold. Quil took another deep breath to hold back the sickening feeling rolling in her stomach and stepped to his side.

"We will finish our walk and then you may speak with my mother once more. When you're done, dinner will be ready. You will be on time and sit beside me. Do you have any questions?"

Softly and detached she whispered, "No." Quil wasn't sure if saying more was safe for her or not. Her jaw popped slightly against the humiliation and instantaneous hatred that had suddenly built up inside of her, but she didn't complain or asked why he struck her. All she wanted to do now was to run to her room, lock the door, and cry her heart out to Bianca...as carefully as possible. Of all things, she wanted to tell her Governess everything, but the fear of her being punished for her actions was far worse than gaining another hand across her cheek. She needed time alone to think of a way out of this...arrangement, but for now she can only...obey.
 
Months passed, Francis' visit came and went and word spread fast of the ball planned in honor of Prince Alexander. Micaiah had almost begged his parents to not make him attend but when he had caug a glimpse of the names on e guest list, he couldn't help but be packed before anyone else. Surely such a Inge had not gone unnoticed nor had the motive behind such a hasty pack. He refused to worry about it though. He had something important to tell Quilicia no matter how hurtful it would be to her. In order for him to love Francis, he had to let Quilicia go. That was the honorable thing to do, yes?

A hard knock against his door was the only warning he got before his father stepped in. Micaiah had just been helping Aaron, his personal servant, pack his back. He finished folding the last article of clothing before he dismissed aaron and turned to his father.

The king sighed as if the conversation he was about to initiate with his son was one he wished he never would have to. Micaiah shifted accordingly as if he were about to enter the dance of death with his father. He had always felt uncomfortable when his father approached him as such.

"Micah," his father started and micah shifted again. It had been a while since his father had called him by his nickname. It was more common when he was younger but being thirteen had transformed the mannerisms of his father. He know spoke 'to prepare him for his kingly duty'. Whatever that meant, "I'm glad you were able to move past your differences with Prince Alexander," sure, if you could call stealing the love of his life, humiliating him and seemingly treating her like an object, differences, "Today is a very important day in his life and it is important that we maintain a proper attitude to keep our ties together."

"Of course, Father," Micaiah stated as he relaxed slightly. This was something he could do. He didn't like Alexander, and probably never would but he knew how to put the needs of the people before his own...at least he was learning to do so.

His father smiled a tight lipped grin before he continued, "Good, good, Princess Quilicia will also be there," he stated her name and Micaiah's heart both jumped and broke. He was always excited by the idea of seeing her, but knowing what he needed to tell her broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to be with her for the remainder of his life. He wanted to love her and her own alone, but that was a dream for youg boys. Sure, he knew he would always love her...forever...but she would never be his. Francis would and the honorable thing would be to try to stop loving Quilicia and give his heart to Francis. Such a thing was a simingly impossible act.

Micaiah's father gave him a moment to register the possible direction of this conversation before he spoke again, "You mustn't be seen speaking with her or even glancing at her. Remember what happened last time and the strain it put on our kingdoms. It took several months to repair the damage the two of you had done."

Micaiah didn't argue. He hung his head only a moment before he replied to his father, "I know father. I'll not be seen with the princess."

"Good," his father smiled encouragingly and placed a hand on his son, "Now get ready, Duchess Francis will be arriving shortly. Her father and I thought it wise if the two of you arrive to Alexander's celebration together. Call it a public announcement of the surety of your Union."

"Yes father," he smiled. He had come to feel strongly for Francis. Was it love? Not yet, but as he had told her, he would purpose to love her.
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Quilicia's visit had come and gone. She had left broken and Alexander was confident that she would not speak of it to anyone. The eleven year old princess may be stubborn but she loved her people and in order to keep them safe, she would do as told. Alexander had thought about all the different ways he could exploit that submission later down the road but had quickly squashed some ideas. As fun as ey might be, such acts would only disgrace the princess and then there really would be war. Not that he was worried. No one could beat his army, that he was sure of.

Before she left, Alexander took the time to tell her of the celebration. She was to arrive in her most beautiful of gowns and stay at his side at all times. She was his trophy. She was his victory over a worthy foe and he would flaunt her off as often as he could. Besides, what was a celebration if you couldn't celebrate all of the good fortunes that had befallen him.

Alexander was dressed in his most handsome of attire. He may have broken Quilicia but it was important that she still thought he was handsome. Besides, she was to be his wife and he would need her support. The door swung open to his room and Alexander turned to see his father. He turned and bowed respectfully. Their relationship was not one of weakness. It was always about respect and authority,vas such, Alexander had never been hugged by his father. Not that he really cared. Hugs were for the weak.

"Alexander," his father started, "Today is a big day. I trust everything is in order?" Alexander nodded, " Will princess Quilicia and Prince Micaiah be a problem?"

"No father, I did just as you had taught me. Quilicia will have eyes for me and me alone. She has learned that obedience is all that is required of her for the safety of her people," the prince replied.

His father grinned proudly, "Good. Now get ready, Quilicia will be hear to help greet your guests."
 
After her extended stay with Micaiah's family, Francis felt far more comfortable being there; the guilt of her arrangement was soon forgotten and she devoted her heart and soul to do everything possible to make her fiancee happy. Everything was going fine until the day she received the invite to Prince Alexander's special event, and then the notice from Micaiah's father. She would be hand and hand with her Prince as they travel together to celebrate with Prince Alexander. She was sure that Quilicia would see them, and that moment alone opened the floodgates of guilt upon her. Francis feared the worse for both of them - either Quilicia will cause a scene, or Micaiah will weakened. No matter what, she would be the cause of both her friends' sorrows. She wasn't sure she could manage.

Safely arriving, Francis enjoyed some time with Micaiah's family until his father called for their departure. Stepping into the carriage, she sat down with a weighted sigh, somewhat dreadful, before changing her expression to that of happiness as she turned to smile at Micaiah.

"I know this isn't exactly an exciting situation for you, but I, for one, an happy to at least get a chance to see my dear friend again." Francis looked down at her folded hands, "I haven't received a letter from her recently. I'm somewhat worried about her state of mind...if she's doing well..." For some reason, she refused to speak Quilicia's name, almost as if to hear it, would tear her apart and rip Micaiah's still healing heart right out of his chest.

She looked up, "Have you prepared yourself for what may come?" Her eyes were steady; yet, hauntingly dreary. Francis has prepared herself, she's just unsure she'll be strong enough.


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Quilicia, you must tell me! Please, I beg of you! I can't do my duty, to protect you, if you don't tell me what is wrong!"

Vel paced back and forth before Quil's feet in sheer frustration at her friend's silence. After her extended visit to Prince Alexander's homeland, Quil's entire behavior altered to something - strange. Her parents noticed immediately, but only believed that she had taken learning her new role as a future queen within another realm to heart - enough so to portray such proper etiquette and mannerisms even at home. They were proud and impressed that their young daughter was accepting her place wholeheartedly.

Quil's brothers were not so easily swayed. They knew their sister far better than their parents - they should, for they taught her everything they knew. But to see such teachings erased from her eyes, to where they couldn't even recognize their only sister, the two were instantly up in arms, expressing to their father that something wasn't right with her.
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"There's no way she would be so, if her spirit was still as strong as we trained it to be." Douglan stated, only gaining a neutral response from King Louris.

"She's matured - enough to realize that, regardless of our wants, we must do whatever necessary to maintain the freedom and safety of our family and kingdom. That is all - something you should understand yourself, Douglan."

He scoffed, but the older of the two men stepped up, "We understand, Father, than such maturity is necessary within our stature, but as you've taught us once before, 'Never lose your heart, Never lose your soul; for then you'll become an unrecognizable shell that lacks in showing strength, fairness, and humility - qualities of a leader.'

Louris sat up taller in his chair, looking to his wife who sat beside his desk giving him a resounding nod.

Eigwin took a step forwards, "Quil's no longer the Quil we know. She's only a shell...and we want to find out why."

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Vel saw a completely different side to the token.

She did not follow her sister-friend the day Prince Alexander spoke with her alone, but the blurred images she'd gained from the girl's consciousness were not clear but were enough to have the Umbreon on a personal quest to learn more. Unfortunately for her, Quilicia wasn't speaking.

Quil stood in wait, watching her staff completed their task in arranging her dress for the evening's event. Her hair was drawn up with hundreds of sparkling diamonds and Mother of Pearls, some of which dangled down around her face and down her back with a waterfall of blonde locks dropping towards her hips. Her dress was one made especially for the event, dawned in the colors of her new kingdom - Sylbia, with their crest embroidered down the long cape that accompanied it. She stood perfectly still and calm, trying to ignore Vel's mental tantrum in her head. All she did was wait silently until she was told it was time for her to meet Alexander and prepare to be announced to all those attending this proud event.

Deep inside, she was crying, trying her best to hold back her emotions so Vel would not be able to see them all. But, she already knew what she was thinking, and for good reason. It took a whole month for her face to recover from Alexander's assault, but instead of telling Bianca and Vel what really happened, she stated that she tripped over a tree root and feel face first against a stone. That was believable enough for her Governess, but Vel... she knew too much to believe that pathetic story.

I know he must of hit you, Quil. You have to tell me if this is true, for you father must learn of this.

Don't speak of anything to anyone, Quil's mind barked with the strength of her father's voice. Vel suddenly erased herself into shadow from the fright. I don't wish for my parents to know how accident prone I've become. They will worry for nothing, so not a word. That's an order!

Quil's mental voice was stern, but frightened... Vel felt it, that tiny speck of emotion that seeped from the young Princess's barricade. She knew something was amiss - she's never, in her entire lifetime, seen Quil so well behaved. Something scared her spirit away, and she had a feeling she knew exactly who done it. But, instead of disobeying her charge, Vel revealed herself again and bowed.

I will do as you command, M'Lady.

The formal response from her only true friend caused Quil to frown sadly. She didn't like lying to those she loved, but it was for their own good.

"M'Lady, it is time." An Attendant announced. Bianca stepped inside the room she was staying in at the Relpin's castle - this time, it was closer to Prince Alexander's suite; in the same wing no less. Governess Bianca wasn't too thrilled about the change in arrangements, but it wasn't her place to complain to the future In-laws of her charge. Instead, she did her best to keep Quilicia close at hand...whenever possible.

"Oh, Quilicia! M'Lady, your mother would be as proud as I am, if she was here to see you now." Bianca kept her excited face on as she checked over the Princess's makeup and hair. She didn't care too much for the color palette of the dress, knowing it was not protocol for the fiancee to wear the colors of her future kingdom until after the engagement coronation - which hasn't happened yet. Then again, when in Sylbia, do as the Sylbians do.

Quil nodded to Bianca with a nasty scoff. She wanted to complain about her comment, knowing good and well that if her mother knew of what sort of people the Relpins were, she would not favor her only daughter wearing their banner colors like a prize being stripped of their gold to be replaced with tin. Quil wasn't proud of what she wore, she wasn't happy about who she was to stand beside, but...she had no other choice.

Maybe...I do, she thought to herself as her eyes dropped towards the distorted illusion that was Vel standing at her feet. She was still in hiding, but Quil could see her there. Her friend's words returned to her, and the idea of attempting to relay her message through her seem to take over her focus.

"Quilicia?" Bianca stepped forward to give the young girl a light shake on the shoulder. "You don't want to keep Prince Alexander waiting."

Her eyes shot up with urgency, "Oh, yes! I can't be late...I must hurry now!" Without a second wasted, Quil rushed out of her room as if a fire was eating away at the hems of her dress. Both Bianca and the Attendants were stunned and quickly rushed out to follow her as normal. Vel, on the other hand, was frozen in place. The fear she just felt radiating from her friend at the thought of being late...it was overwhelming.

She's afraid...of him!

Vel took to the shadows of the high ceiling, crawling incognito as she followed the entourage to the location where Prince Alexander was scheduled to be. As she had heard, Princess Quilica was to be fully prepared and waiting for his arrival at a particular time. Vel wondered if there were any consequences if she happened to be late...
 
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Alexander stood proudly as he looked over himself once more in the mirror. He had grown to quite the handsome man and in five years, he would have to wife the most prized princess in all the lands. He had truly been blessed by the gods and nothing, not even Micaiah, would take that from him. That he was confident of. Quilicia knew what would happen should she be seen with Micaiah. The bruise she had recieved from their last 'disagreement' would be the least of her worries.

The doors this room were pulled shut behind him as he exited and started toward the castle courtyard. Quilicia, if she was as obedient as she had recently been taught to be, would be standing on the balcony with his family. Aa second late and he would ensure it didn't happen again. He was a creative young man. Finding a way to punish his soon to be bride would be child's play.

A smug smile spread across his lips as he rounded the corner and the curtain to the balcony was drawn back. His father stood proudly next to his mother and beside her was none other than Princess Quilicia. She didn't look like her normal self, not since he broke her, but it was a part of her he was willing to sacrifice to create the perfect queen. She had done everything that was commanded of her and she looked absolutely beautiful. The perfect dress was fitted to her and her hair fell in all the right places. When Micaiah arrived, he would be crushed to see her draped on Alexander's arm. That made the painfulness of the day all worth it.

Joining his family and Quilicia, Alexander stood tall and offered the princess hiscarm before quietly speaking to her, "Remember what I said, Quilicia."

The other royals were starting to arrive.
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The carriage rocked slightly as they passed under Alexander's walls. Micaiah was looking out the window. Though he did not like the boy, he had to admit that the castle was amazing. It would be difficult for any army to take it should the need ever arise. His eyes turned back to Francis, who sat beside him, and his hand fell gently over hers. He smiled reassuringly to her and prepared himself mentally for the heartbreak of the day.

Though he was learning to love Francis, telling his true love that he could no longer care for her would be the most difficult thing he could ever do. For honor's sake and for Francis' he had to.

The carriage came to a stop and the door was pulled open. Micaiah nodded and gently pressed his lips against Fracis' hand before sliding out of the carriage and aiding her to do the same. He smiled widely though it were not his people he was greeting. It had always been taught to him that you treat all people as if they were yours.

It wasn't until his eyes rose to the balcony did his smile fade. There stood Alexander as smug as ever and Quilicia beside him. As if the prince had seen him look up, Alexander pulled Quilicia slightly closer and his smile widened. Micaiah's countenance fell but only briefly before he returned his attention to Francis. This would be a most difficult day for sure.

The other royals joined them in e courtyard before the king spoke, "Thank you all for joining us on this day of celebration in the life of our son. It is a special day, not just for him, but for all of us. Please join us in the banquet hall for the celebration!"

Micaiah had watched Quilicia the whole time. He admired the young woman she had begun to become and even in two years time, she was still as beautiful as he remembered. She wore a smile that warmed his heart and as if to try to remember the woman beside him, he gently squeezed her hand as it rested in the crook of his arm. His eyes ski shut for a moment as he collected himself and when they had opened, the king had made an end of speaking and Alexnder had begun to turn to leave the balcony. It was then that Micaiah noticed something off. Quilicia's smile had faded prematurely. His brow narrowed in confusion. There was something different about her.
 
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Standing tall and as proud as she could portray, Quilicia walked beside Alexander within the royal family of Sylbia's processional to stand on the balcony for all of the subjects of their kingdom. The entire time, she kept her eyes up over the spectators' heads, smiling and giving the impression that she was looking at them all and thrilled to be there beside Alexander. But the truth of it all remained perfectly hidden to all but Alexander and Vel. Even Bianca, still holding her curiosity about her charge's feelings towards the entire event, still couldn't tell one way or another if Quil was being herself...or just enhancing her charms in order to play the game she's now a pawn of. Regardless of what was real and make-believe, Bianca kept herself as close to her Princess as possible, watching her actions.

Vel, hidden in her mysterious shadow, watched as well, and hated every minute of it. Quil is a master at hiding her emotions when the need arose, even from Vel who was bonded to her spirit. The young woman had locked herself away from her friend, and for good reason, but Vel had other ways to learn about the secrets of others. She watched Prince Alexander's mannerism towards her friend and her response back. It wasn't pleasant whatsoever, which heated her anger towards the devious Prince. Then, she quietly read Quil's expressions towards the crowd. She barely looked at their faces - only giving the illusion that she was. Who was she trying to avoid?

Vel slipped herself over the balcony and scanned the gathered spectators who were cheering joyfully for their beloved royals. To the side, the invited nobles and royals sat in their comfortable covered seats at watched, receiving their portion of well-wishes from the crowd. With the colors of her previous homeland flying bright overhead, Prince Micaiah sat with Duchess Francis to represent Biscanye. She realized right then why Quilicia's eyes remained in the clouds.

Their expressions were somber, to say the least, but bright enough to still shine radiant before others. But it was quite clear by the colors of their auras that they were not as comfortable upon their royal cushions. Prince Micaiah's expression dropped considerably as the crown returned inside to prepare for the day's events, giving away his thoughts and emotions to the sneaky shadow. His heartfires felt it to - there was something wrong with Princess Quil.

Vel took action, disregarding her friend's earlier pleas. There was something wrong within this castle, and if there was anyone who could help her Princess, it was her one true Prince. Vel crawled down the wall of the castle and slipped into the crowd, turning herself into her human form so she could cheer and move freely through. Her garb was still the colors of Biscanye, which allowed her access into the royal line as another assistant. A few of the guards remembered her as their Princess' handmaiden, so they figured she was there on an order from her. She waited patiently among the other crown assistants, a few who were happy to see her and gave her bits of information about the happenings between the two lovebirds of Valdea. Vel remained with the group until she found the right opportunity to speak to Prince Micaiah.

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It took all the strength she could muster to keep enough light in her eyes before the only set of eyes she cared to impress. But, deep down, oh so very deep down, Quil was crying in hell. Her obedience didn't allow her eyes to sway in Prince Micaiah's direction, but as Prince Alexander guided her around to leave the balcony, her demeanor dropped - only an inch. To the crowd it meant nothing. But to those who knew the young Princess well, it spoke volumes. Bianca's brow furled.

Once inside the safety of the castle walls, Quilicia let out a light sigh, still maintaining her beloved charm before Alexander's parents and mixed company. She wished to have a moment along to collect herself - more or less, to cry her heart out - before they were needed in the banquet hall. To know that Micaiah was so close, practically feel his aura resonate within the same vicinity, and commanded not to look to see how well the few years past has done him? It was maddening! She knew Francis would be by his side, but that didn't matter - she wanted to see her old friend too. Nevertheless, any sort of mental break could cause her more pain later on, so she needed to refocus on her task.

As they continued down the hall, Quil smiled towards Alexander. "Your subjects truly adore you, Alexander. I'm happy to see that their content in your kingdom." Speaking kindly in order to break the ice was just the start. Quil needed time to herself and didn't wish to cause problems if her request was refused. Buttery might help...

After a moment, she took a deep breath and gave him her full attention. "Alexander, would it be possible for me to have a moment to freshen up before the banquet? I'm parched and tensed after all that excitement. I want to insure that I'm more relaxed by your side at the banquet."
 
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Micaiah tried to focus on Francis. He owed her that by promise and their future life together, but with each passing moment, Micaiah's mind began to wonder more and more to the fading grin of his true love. She had been able to hide something from everyone but he had seen it. He had seen the change in her. The Quilicia he knew would have never quit smiling. She was always happy, always smiling. It was a reason he had so easily fallen for her.

Micaiah returned his attention to Francis when he felt her thumb caress his arm, "I'm sorry, my dear," he apologized for his lack of attention. He flashed her a genuine smile heavier ever slightly by concern for Quilicia, "Let's join the others in the banquet hall," his tone shifted sarcastically, "Let's celebrate the raising of a prince."

They had almost left the line when someone caught his eye. She had always looked different to Micaiah but he had seen Quilicia enough and this girl with her. His eyes fell on hers and the flash of concern steeled him. The young prince stopped, his heart drummed rapidly against his chest. His eyes turned to Francis and for a moment, he struggled with motives. Was he willing to leave Francis' side to help an old friend, or to be the prince that saved his true love? His eyes searched Francis' beautiful orbs and he smiled once again.

Taking her hand in his, Micaiah leaned toward her and softly pressed his lips against her soft cheek. He had managed to convince himself that he would be helping a true friend. He knew he had to love Francis and he had promised her to do just that. After he helped Quilicia with this, maybe then he could really move on.

"Francis," he started and looked over his shoulder briefly toward Quilicia's attendant, "There is something I must do. I will meet you in the banquet hall," he locked eyes with her and smiled genuinely and warmly, "I love you," he spoke those words for the first time. Maybe in speaking them he could further convince himself that he was doing this to help a friend....not his heart.

Micaiah left his future bride and turned and walked to a secluded spot to meet the handmaid.
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Quilicia had done exactly what was required of her. She wore her mask perfectly and Alexander was more than pleased in his future bride. A smile spread across his lips at her flattery and though he knew there was most likely an alterior motive to her request, he couldn't help but permit it, "I think that would be a good idea, Princess," he replied, "Freshen up, but don't be late. I want you at my side before the guests begin to question your absence."

Alexander knew he could come up with a believable excuse as to why she was not at his side, but it meant far more that Micaiah continue to be reminded of his failure. He didn't want the prince to not see his trophy draped over his arm. A constant reminder she would be while Micaiah stayed in his kingdom.

Alexander kissed Quilicia's hand gently and dismissed her returning his attention to his parents, "She's done well, Alexander. I couldn't be more proud," his father complimented with a smile.

His mother forced a smile for deep down she knew what such obedience would cost the princess and for the first time, she was deeply concerned. She had seen the change in Quilicia and she did not like it one bit though her duty as the queen and mother had forced her to subdue her regret and keep it private.
 
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"I think that would be a good idea, Princess," Prince Alexander replied, bringing a surprised brightness to Quil's features. "Freshen up, but don't be late. I want you at my side before the guests begin to question your absence."

Out of the blue a little grin of amazement crossed her lips, "Thank you, Prince Alexander." Nodding, she stepped from his side and bowed to his parents respectfully before giving her Governess a nod. Quil turned and headed swiftly down the hallway with Bianca and two of her attendance at tow. As soon as the royal family's features were no longer seen, Quil's steps rushed faster to the seclusion of the library, a location she's learned rather quickly to be one of pure solitude, for Alexander does not visit that particular one on a normal basis. Before opening the doors, she stopped her steps and turned towards the two attendance.

"Please, seek a new pair of shoes for myself that will be appropriate with this dress. The ones chosen for me are far too small and are causing me great pain. Meet me here, and only enter when I say."

Her attendance bowed and left. Bianca remained, opening the double doors to the library silently, watching with concern and curiosity why Quilicia choose to leave Prince Alex's side at such a moment. As soon as the doors were open, Quil rushed inside and with the overwhelming pressure bearing down on her soul, she fell on her knees; weak with tears.

"Oh, Bianca! How...how could he...make me stand there...? I - I didn't look... I didn't see him... I - I was scared too...see him with her..." Even as open as her heart poured, Quil still spoke as one within the restraints of another.

Bianca quickly closed the doors and rushed to her Princess's care, wrapping her up in her arms as she always did when her mother was not present. "Shush, shush, sweet Leonni. M'Lady shouldn't be heard by any ears sounding so distort, not at a time such as this." She rocked her like the little princess she knew was still deep down within, wishing whatever held her spirit back to create this heap of sadness on the floor was close enough for her to tear in two with her bare hands. "We'll make it through this, okay, M'Lady. I will see to it!"

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Vel's eyes widened at the sudden rush of emotions now flooding her senses. She knew the sensation of those tears; she's felt them many times in a lifetime and knew how they've changed over the years. Unfortunately, they felt horribly different than before, and she had an idea why. Vel almost missed Prince Micaiah's recognition of her, and even as he casually stepped away from his fiancee, she still was far lost in Quilica's tears to barely keep focus on her own steps to follow. Eventually though, she was able to move from her old friends and follow the Prince in the same nonchalant fashion to avoid suspicions.

Stepping behind the side quarters of the castle grounds and following his steps towards the stables, Vel quickly readjusted her focus and searched for Quil's spirit within the castle. Her plans have changed, and the only way to make sure they worked was for her to think fast.

"Prince Micaiah," she called when she sensed that all was clear. Bowing respectfully, she attempted to smile for she was happy to see him, but the urgency and complete torment racing through her was still quite visible beneath it. "I am so sorry to interrupt your visit here, but I am Vel, Princess Quilicia's personal attendant - and lifelong friend. I'm not suppose to be here, she - commanded that I shouldn't attempt what I'm about to; but I fear there's a darkness attacking M'Lady. She's...not the same as she was. Her spirit has been caged, which is a very difficult thing to contain. But..."

Vel's voice cracked as she held back a sob. Quilicia's emotions were so strong they were starting to work their way through hers. Shocked, she calmed herself and took a deep breath. "...I'm certain whatever's going on, Prince Alexander's involved."

The emotions that Quil was displaying were so strong, Vel's feet continued to step backwards as she talked - almost as if she had to make haste and leave. "There's..not much time... I must show you, so you can see for yourself, M'Lord. I mean you...no harm."

Before the prince had a chance to respond to her last statement, Vel reached out with her hand and grabbed his forearm. Then, before his very eyes, the stable darken only to alter into some sort of dark smoke or shadow. Vel moved them, unnoticed by all, through the shadows cast by the sun around the castle, until she found what she was looking for.

She placed their shadowy forms before a large window that viewed the inside of a large library. Within were two figures on the floor in an emotional embrace.
 
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Micaiah couldn't respond to Vel. She took his arm and then everything changed. It was too much at first. The prince felt sick to his stomach but quickly recovered as Vel guided him. He was surprised at how well they moved through the crowd without being noticed. A few times he had thought, as they passed in front of people, they would beat iced but never once did Vel allow it. It was magic...Magic he had never known to exist.

The pair travelled through the castle grounds deeper and deeper until Micaiah began to feel uncomfortable and to fear that they would eventually be caught. He was about to speak when Vel stopped and brought his attention to the windows. He looked in and saw the fast library, slightly larger than the one in his own land. It was a magnificent sight and when he glanced at Vel, he realized that marveling over the library and its contents was night why she brought him here. Drawing his attention back to the window, he continued to search until they fell on the two forms on the floor. It was hard to see but one thing that was unmistakable was the dress that he had seen her so calmly and majestically wear just moments before.

So Vel was right. He had hoped she was wrong. He had hoped that Alexander had not crushed the spirit of the most amazing woman in all the land but every bit of evidence now sat crying and crumbled against her governess. It was sad...it was wrong...it was...infuriating.

Micaiah turned to Vel. His face reflected every bit of fury over the damage done, not to his childhood friend but to the woman he loved more than any other. His hands clenched into fists as he shifted uneasily. His breath came in short, quick draws as his heart rate increased, "Vel, Alexander did this?"

It wasn't a question but a statement of unbelief turning concrete in his heart. Never once had he felt this angry. Even more so was he at this moment than at the princess' birthday this years before. He needed to speak with Quilicia. He needed to make sure such allegations that he knew it his gut were true were indeed just that.

His eyes returned to the window and his features softened. Quilicia was distraught. Her beauty, though still there, was suppressed by the horrors her spirit seemed to be enduring. Gently he placed his hand on the window before he looked over at Vel, "I need to speak with her, Vel. Can you rid her of her governess?"
 
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"Vel, Alexander did this?"

"I don't know how, or what he'd said to her, but she is not the same. In all my years with her, I've never felt Quil so..." a shiver rushed up her back at the same time Quil's folded form shivered in another fit of sorrow. Vel wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes to regain her control.

Gently Prince Micaiah placed a hand on the window before he looked over at Vel, "I need to speak with her, Vel. Can you rid her of her governess?"

She gasped, "I - I'm not sure... Madame Bianca, as I, rarely leaves her side. But, she is not an problem to be concerned about. The problem is within Quil. The words that bind her from reason. Just as today, her eyes did not search for yours in the crowd, Quil will not wish to speak with you. She - fears - something; she blocks it from me. But I know... I know it has to be Prince Alexander, for she's told me of the darkness that surrounds him and his father."

Vel attempted once again to enter into Quilicia's heart while it was at its weakest, to see if her sister-friend accidentally revealed something from the cell she's locked in behind. But, as soon as she opened her awareness towards her, a sudden sharp stink tore through her mind and caused the girl to fall back against the stone wall beside her. Gasping for a new breath, Vel closed her eyes to stop her world from spinning before she straightened herself upright.

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Governess Bianca pulled her handkerchief from her sleeve cuff and lifted Quil's chin sweetly, "There, there, Leonni. Calm your tears, child. This will not end for long, I know it won't. Your heart will mend, your soul will heal." She dabbed her cheeks dry before doing the same to her eyes, so as to not damage her makeup. "If he sees your eyes puffy, he'll know how troubled your heart is. That wont' do, Quil. Then, he'll know that your heart is still not held by him - and he'll try harder."

Quil's eyes shot up with a case of fear Bianca has never seen within them in her life. "No...no... He cannot know. I - I must...find a way to... change my heart... For the better, it will be better... I - I just have to... stay strong, stand strong... To be a - proper Princess...." she sniffled, standing to her feet and brushing off her dress. Something darkened within her at that moment.

Bianca shook her head at the sight and stepped before Quil to block her thoughts. She grabbed her shoulders and shook her once solid, "No, M'Lady! You are, and have always been a proper Princess. You are your mother's heart, your father's strength, and your brothers' steadfast courage and selflessness. That is a proper Princess, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise!"

Quil looked at her Governess, but her eyes still seemed distant and lost, as if her words did not follow procedure to reach her brain. They just fell to the floor with the last few tears the Princess left behind. All Quil did was nod, and turned towards the door just as it opened to admit her attendant with her new pair of shoes.

"Excellent," Quil praised as she moved to a chair to sit. "Please, make haste! I must return to my fiancee's side as soon as possible." As soon as the shoes were placed, she abruptly stood and quickly moved to the exit and briskly made her way down the hall. Bianca and the attendant had to double time their steps to reach her in time. Quil stood at the double door entrance to the banquet hall and waited for them. They checked her over once more, Biance making a serious notion to check Quil's face - which suddenly brightened with a smile that favored her old one, but she could tell how hard she was trying. Quilica was an excellent actress, but it becomes difficult when your spirit holds troubles.

"Alright, we shall enter and enjoy the festivities, yes?" Quil's eyes fell upon her Governess with a sudden cold authoritative stare. "No words, no foul."

Bianca recalled that old saying her and the cook use to say when they've heard something they weren't suppose to. If they didn't mention it, then there were no problems. It was like they were never there and it never happened. This bothered the Governess, but she curtsied, "Yes, M'Lady." And soon, the three of there were escorted by a guard around the secret walls of the hall, guiding them towards the front where the Lord of the manor sat with his family awaiting their Princess.
 
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