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I'll defend my people from harm...
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After being taken to the clearing in the forest, Vavara felt right at home as she could almost feel the trees and flowers around them. The area had never looked livelier than before, almost feeding into the girl's eagerness to showcase her skills in life magic to Surtr, who had done so with his magic. She had been a bit rusty, though had taken some time to at least practice some of her library of spells during her off time when she was not keeping up to date with what was going on in the kingdom, as well as whatever called for her attention. Had Surtr not given the response she did, the princess would have jumped out of his grasp and onto the forest's floor to begin her little performance for the king.
Instead, she was swiftly taken from his shoulders and then placed onto his lap after he had sat down to answer her question about her parents. Instead of her normal and rather calm look, the face that greeted Surtr was full of uncertainty. Being this close as well as beginning to open up about what was causing her so much strife to him made her feel incredibly powerless and small. He moved some hair from her face and began to explain, poking her nose as he usually had done back when the two had first met. Or was it when she had first gotten stuck like this? It had been long enough for her to forget, but it was a most welcome way of showing that he cared. He began to speak about Karst itself and how her parents went against the vision that so many people had come to know and love about the city. As he spoke, his eyes seemed to reflect her current mood. A wave of guilt was sent over her as she debated on whether or not she should have opened this part of her life to him. I shouldn't have said anything. We could have left to go return to the castle for dinner by now and nobody would have been upset. His finals words would echo in her mind as she could only look at Surtr with a pained expression. They continued to repeat in her mind, over and over, until she closed her eyes and hugged Surtr again. An odd occurrence in this personality, but it was clear that she needed some type of comfort. "Does that mean that what they did was right?" She asked again while doing her best to remain composed, not wanting to seem even weaker or more fragile than she looked in front of Surtr. "What about me? Should I even still be a princess then? Am I no better than them?" Fussing about the situation, Vavara refused to look at Surtr, doing everything in her power to stop herself from crying.
But who will protect me?...
A Just War
