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Luke raised his eyes to the door and stared at it, then slipped out of the bed silently and walked to his door. He started to pull it open, then remembered that he hadn't dressed, yet, and went to pull on some clothes. Russ screeched again, and he poked the bird with a puff of air, riffling his feathers. "Be good, brat..." he murmured, frowning.

After a moment, he opened the door, barefoot, wearing only a loose blue tunic edged in gold filigree and white trousers that bagged around his feet. Loose clothing suited him, in his odd way. Made him feel more free. His eyes smiled at the knight-girl and he took up his normal position at her side, slightly behind, hands folded behind his back.

Luke studied her impassively for a moment before realizing that intellect couldn't solve a problem like this. He paused, uncertain for a moment, and then closed off his mind and tried to feel the best solution.

A hand reached out and wrapped cautiously around her shoulder. When she didn't object, he pulled her closer and added his other arm, feeling rather strange. Embracing one of such rank and importance seemed a bit odd, a bit too... human an expression for one such as himself. He mulled this over a bit as he stroked her back in what he hoped was a comforting fashion, rubbing her shoulder blades between her wings.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice quiet. "You'll do fine. Those who don't want power are often the ones who do best with it." He frowned at himself; those weren't exactly comforting words, but he wasn't sure what else to say.

"Are you saying I should have FOUGHT for that job?!" She pushed herself away from him, her eyes were red and blood shot. "You probobly don't even care do you?" She spread her wings out and barely missed hitting him square in the chest. "I shouldn't have bothered..." she blew her words away, regretting their existance at once. But nonetheless, she ran to the kitchens without another glance.

Colm tasted Illusion's anger. "Interesting girl..." the ancient appeared inside of the castle, following the thirst of rage. The power was tremendous and the rage was so drawing. The vampire found her heading toward the kitchen. "Why are you so angry. I could feel it from the top of the roof..."

Illusion clenched her jaw as she grabbed a piece of fruit from a bowl on the counter. "Because it seems I can't make anyone happy and that I should've taken your stupid job!" She bit into the apple viciously before tossing it out a window, it had been bruised all over. She let out a sigh. "Not to mention I say the Queen's ashs, had to talk to the council, find a replacement, not someone's not even letting me know I did right." she let out a soft growl at the thought.

"Illusion Paramore." She shrugged at the name. "I'm one of the last from the old kingdoms. Air princess." She leaned against the counter. "You kidding? I'd break under that pressure."

One eye got bigger while the other narrowed (o_0) as she opened her palm. What good would it be to start trying to fight a future monarch if it was something as simple as holding out a hand? She uncurled her fingers and held out her somewhat nail marked hand from all the fist clenching the day had involved.

She pulled away slowly, and relaxed. "Unless you have the gift of creature illusions such as myself I should have nothing to fear from this new string of events." She closed both frozen blue eyes and gently rubbed the lids with two fingers. "Forgive me for the trouble I've caused you. I can't imagine your day has been much better than my own."