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Lilith 🌕

Replies coming tommorow, my head is foggy today >_>.

. . . Don't repeat what you hear on the street, you have no idea what they mean ....

your . . . what ? ? ?

Her back coming to lay against the mattress, ensaring herself in a thick silky blanket where the princess' thoughts would begin to slowly dissipate.

It was late anyway. Perhaps Arisa was already asleep . . ?

Time would tell in the morning . . .

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. . . A bed, near the right side of the wall. Kept clean and elegantly so. It called, beckoning to lie in its warm comforts and allow a temporary death to escape this awful feeling.

. . . It would do. Footsteps drawing closer to the bed, a seat taken to rest on the foam mattress.

Once inside, her ears remained at their shameful position, still remorseful over her action. She couldn't bare to count how many times this had happened, each time feeling worse than the last. A loop, stuck in the definition of insanity.

She could work no longer. Her mind fogged by recent events

A palm onto the door, briefly pressing her warm hand onto the icy wood, spending just a couple seconds further . . just in case.

but there came nothing. She did not respond.

One hand off the door, and a foot pulling back, The princess navigated back to her office.

Again, that deafening silence. A paranoid expression blankly staring at the intricate patterns of a light blue and white door. Each minute that passed further weighing just how oppressive she was to her younger sister.

❝ . . . I understand if you do not want to talk. Just know that i am sorry. ❞

. . . The right hand falling, letting time decide if her call would be answered or not.

. . .

. . . Nothing. Brows falling in nervousness, ears dropping slightly in shame.

❝ . . . A . . Arisa, please. I . . was only worried. You are .. the only family I have left and I wish not to lose that. ❞

Hesitantly, a knock came to the door, a nervous breath leaving the princess as her lips briefly parted to speak.

❝ . . . Arisa. May . . we speak . . ? ❞

Pounding against the chest, feeling knocks heavier than the ones that lightly came to the door.

❝ . . I want to apologize for how my demeanor. ❞

.. but an incorrect message sent.

She would clarify things. Apologize, let her beloved sister know the reality of her perspective and try to grasp hers. A lift off of her desk, coming to exit the bedroom and navigate to one nearby, whom belonged exclusively to her sister.

. . . A huff through the nose, thinking over recent events. Interactions with an only family, gone sour with an uncomfortable silence laying within the castle walls. Perhaps . . She had been too harsh in her confrontation, using more authority than genuine words.

All in the name of love ..

❝ . . Are you excited.ᐣ ❞

Elegant but almost alien atmosphere to the island guardian.

All of this however, would go completely ignored to the princess, likley use to all the bougie decor and treatment.

❝ To our left here, Knuckles. We will be arriving there via carriage. ❞

A huff out the nose, smile climbing her cheeks.

. . . With a long hallway extending forward, the duo would make a right and follow a staircase that'd lead to a main hall, where the echoes of a violin could vividly be heard in the back of one's eardrums. The trickles of water from a fountain adding to such atmosphere to craft an —

❝ . . Apologies for the wait, some items would not fit. Let's move. ❞

Moving forward and rolling ahead, the briefcase would roll down the staircase leading from her bedroom. At the end of stairway, her gaze came to look at knuckles.

❝ We're on our way downstairs now — to my royal chariot. ❞

. . . The door came to close, clicking as it separated the two once more. Clicks, crashes and other types of noises shot from behind the door, ending with a final zip from an assuming luggage. With approaching clacks the door opened and revealed Blaze with a . . . . rather large suitcase held.

The door greeted knuckles with a long groan, coming to stop as quickly as it started to hide the contents behind the door. From the gap between the door, a tiny face peered through.

❝ You are ready? Good, good! I'll be ready in a moment myself. ❞

𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗟 𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗗𝗦.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

I better not catch my sister in Moebius again.

Gaia give me strength.

I better not find her there.

Napalm? Not bad.

The left lead to a staircase upward . . while the right lead down.

❝ It is the first turn to the left, leading up. Knock on my door when you are ready or . . . need assistance. Do you understand? ❞

Take what you need from the guest rooms and fill your luggage. I will go off to prepare myself. My personal quarters will be not to far. . . ❞

With a turn of a head, she comes to face the hallway forward. A long pathway of carpet continues, eventually ending at two turns of both left and right.

Inside, each room is fitted with clothes, living amenities, blankets, lotions . . . Anything. If we are to provide you with an authentic experience, we should first prepare authentically, no? ❞

A soft smile, letting up the stoic expression.

❝ This first room contains a large sized luggage.

At the finish of her sentence, Blaze turned her head to face numerous does that dotted down the wall, each having a number engraved onto a golden plaque against mahogany wood.

❝ These are our guest rooms, typically reserved for people of high political importance or close friends, such as yourself

❝ The definition of insanity is said to be doing the same thing over and over . . with very little change — and I suspect looking at the same "drab" colors and decorations could initiate that. ❞

A huff through the nose, a clear hint of annoyance buried deep within.

❝ If it makes them happy. . ❞

and the colors you see before you are that of the winners. As i said, I am no fan of these . . . "gaudy" colors. But . . I figured that a change in atmosphere would be nice for morale. ❞

Hands held firmly behind the back, each step gently pressing against the red carpeting.

My Kingdom grew tired of the purple and white pattern. It was clean and effective, relating to its leader and staff through subtle color choice. I preferred it that way and thought not much to it. But. . . .

Another poll held shortly after dictated a change should be in effect

From the chandeliers that hung from above.

A soft sigh escaping the princess, wincing at the sight of the red and gold decoration that surrounded them.

❝ . . . I apologize for the hideous colors, i am no fan. . ❞

❝ . . . But a poll held mere weeks ago indicated that the staff within —

The two would enter the quiet castle of Sol, where the golden walls lay decorated with portraits and paintings of times long past. The floor lay padded with a thick red carpeting, muffling each step forward into the quiet castle. A golden glow illuminated the way forward —