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Amy sighed with sorrow, "Aryana knows...she knows, how?" she whispered to herself, trying to climb out of the window herself, but her weakness took over. She fell back down, pushing herself up again 'I have to make it, I cant possibly be that weak' she thought, eyeing the window, pulling herself through it, grunting in pain. As she managed to painfully get out, she lied down on the floor outside, her head aching, the wound on her forehead had more effect on her than she could imagine, she was dizzy, and her wound were hurting all over, she breathed hard, she had indeed lost alot of blood, and was still wearing the purple dress, making it harder for her to move, because she lacked the skills of how to move in a dress.

Amy looked at him weakly. "There is shame in begging for salvation of everlasting enprisonment, and using this granted salvation to an extent where one embarasses the offer and once again is a disgrace to all of humanity, trust me i dont deserve to be helped, just as much as i deserve to live, the only reason why i am not sinking with the ship is because i dotn want my sisters to suffer anymore because of me" she managed to say, though stopping to cough up some blood every now and then, and after she had finished saying this, she was badly out of breathe.

Vivian sighed, she had had enough of her home now. Besides, I suppose I should be back at Syra anyways. Pulling on a heavy cloak, she tied her skirts up so she could ride out in the storm. Sneaking to her sisters room, she left a letter on her bed telling her that she had gone back to Syra. Hurrying down to the stables, she had also made sure that Christoph had a cloak as well, he changed to his human form in the stables. Delene understood, Christoph held onto Vivian whom held the reigns, clattering off. It was thankfully empty in town, Delene's hooves clacking on the cobblestones.

The storm had cleared up as they got close to Syra, vanishing all together. It had grown hot, both of them wishing they could take off their hoods. But it was a safety issue that prevented them from doing so. Finally back in the Syran stables, Delene felt much more at home now, whinnying happily when she was back in her stall. Christoph had changed already, Vivian holding the extra cloak as she got off of her horse, pulling down her hood. Taking the ties out so her skirt could flow, she was glad that the dress was made of such a light-weight material, otherwise she would be boiling now. Walking upstairs to her room, she left the cloaks there, wondering where Amy had gone. I have a bad feeling that something happened while I was away. She better be alright.

As she calmed down, Roran was relieved. How had anyone allowed this to happen? I won't let this happen again even if I have to be her personaly guard. If the people who live inside the castle allow this to happen to their Queen. I wonder what the townspeople might do. His mind then went to when they first arrived and a mob attacked Vivian. Was that how all of Keros felt about the royal family?

No, it can't be. I saw with my own eyes the mourning they are going through for their King's death. But will they accept Amaya? Though I should probably be more worried about whether they would accept me! THis is not a good situation. It never was! We have to make it happen though. If we don't, well, I'm not returning to war. I'd rather leave before that.

Roran was brought out from his thought's by her words. Smiling at them, he rubbed her upper arm. "Is my voice really that great? Hm," apparently, it was. Still not moving from their position, he asked in a concerned voice, "Can you walk yet? Not to rush you, I'll stay here all night if I have to."

Using her help to get up, he nodded, following at an armslength. As they reached their rooms, Roran didn't leave her side yet. Lifting his hand from her's, it rested on her cheek, he stole another kiss. "Would you like me to be in your room again, or do you think you'd sleep better without me?"

Roran nodded. "I don't think you'd want me in some damp clothes." Walking into his room, he searched the bag he had brought. Finding some pajama pants, and a plain white shirt, he got into them, placing his wet clothes in a pile. He'd clean them later.

Walking back out, he knocked on her door, not wanting to intrude.

Walking in, he closed the door behind himself. Getting over to her, he slipped in, and immediatly got close to her. It was one of those automatic reactions that he had. "So, is a prince from Syra allowed to attend a funeral for a Keros King? Or would it cause some disturbance with the other people there?"

Nodding, Roran couldn't help but grin in response to Amaya's kiss. "Good, because I would like to meet my soon-to-be father inlaw, even if he has...left." Roran sighed softly. That might not have been the correct thing to say.