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Vivian sighed as she finished the piece, putting down the harp and rising to her feet, now wandering aimlessly through the halls. Pausing back at her room, she attached her sword to her hip, she had a bad feeling for some reason and she couldn't explain why. That was how she was also different from her sisters, she would blatently say that she knew how to fight, and was rather independent. Sometimes the way that they had to be so 'proper' really annoyed her, and she was always getting in trouble back home because she was such a 'rebel.'

Passing the ballroom, she paused, peeking in the doorway and seeing Amaya and Roran together. Yup, for them this is going to go quite well. Obviously made for each other. They both are so nervous its just funny. Slipping away before they could notice her, she went back to her room, staring out of her balcony doors since she wasn't allowed outside really. I swear, its just because I'm the youngest.

A sword pressed against her sisters assailants throat, knicking the skin and causing a little blood to flow. "Make any move to bring harm to her or me and I'll kill you. Don't be an idiot ok?" She whispered in his ear, her other arm holding his to his side.

Shifting her eyes to her sister, she had been moving around the halls again, silent as usual. So once she saw her sister in trouble, she had obviously intervened. "Go on Amy, If he so much as sneezes my swords going to cut his throat."

Vivian smiled with a little malice in it as she looked from the man to her sister. "Anytime. Knew something was wrong, thats why I had to grab my sword. Aw shucks sis, thanks. I know that my sister isn't too shabby herself. What do you think Amy, should we just make him a cripple and deliver him to Blaze? Or perhaps a eunich?" Chuckling, she sometimes got excited at blood or violence.

“I understand.” Again he let his anger cloud the other options. His father was right to remind him to always think of other possibilities. And this plan was another possibility, not one Xander preferred, but still. Then again if it would go his way there would still be a war. This way, fewer causalities are made, practically no causalities, “The plan is the make the princesses fall in love with us, hoping they disapprove the assassination plot against u, while we execute our own?” His eyes, first looking down, slightly disappointed by this plan, looked at his father, more in a disapproving look, “Are we certain that they will attempt something as bold as an assassination? Has Roran found prove of this? I want to win this war, but I don’t like this idea of backstabbing! Surely we are more honorable then this!” After giving a second thought on this plan, he must admit it wasn’t to his liking. However, he would still follow the plan, should his father obey it. Xander was one to respect strength, believing the strong should rule and often turned his back to the weak. Not because he didn’t care, but hoped they would grow stronger by fighting for their lives. Should they really require assistance he send some of his personal guards to aid to poor and weak, mostly having the guards dressed as villagers. Nobody needed to know he actually cared for the poor.
Backstabbing these women seemed… wrong, even dishonorable. Something he valued more then believing in strength. And this plan would prove dishonorable to their kingdom, to him.

"Well, then follow me." Roran then turned and walked towards the ballroom. On their way, though, they came across the two youngest Princess and aparently some assailant. "What's going on?" Roran asked, forgetting that he was asking this of his two soon to be sister-in-laws.

"Well, do you have a better plan?" He knew his son didn't and wouldn't approve of the plan he had come up with. "Yes, that is the plan. No, we are not certain of this, and Roran just came up with the plan incase they were." He didn't like the idea of backstabbing, but he didn't know what else to do.

"Well, what do you suggest then, if backstabbing isn't right? We can't just go and say they are backstabbing us! What proof do we have? I would rather make this work, or just take over Keros by force, but we can't do that. Not now, anyways. What we can pray for now is that this marriage works out, and we don't have to do any backstabbing."

Vivian turned her gaze to Roran, the happy grin fading from her face, the thoughts of murder fading. If I killed him, it would mean something would go down wrong... "He was threatening her, but I was the one who drew his blood even if but a little. It is not Amy's fault." She replied, her violet eyes cool, she didn't want Amy getting blamed at all or feeling bad for this. Technically, she did draw the first blood.

"Both of you stop. Roran, get a guard." Amaya said, taking charge before her sistes just dug themselves deeper. Once Roran left, She walked up, gently pushing her sisters away as she twisted the assassin's arms behind him and slammed his face onto the wall. "Why were you after my sisters?" She hissed, becoming very protective.