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Zelene stepped out of her shadow, not showing her relief as Fendrel explained her next mission. Of course, this was somewhat of a mild one, considering it just involved spying. She took note of the invitation, reading through the warm and handwritten message.

She has learned not to ask questions before, but Zelene couldn’t help but grant Fendrel a deadpanned look.

“Valdear House, then.” She offered the letter back, as she had no need for it anymore. “I am to intendentify this person and... only see if a threat is considered.”

What she was saying was a mere formality. She Fendrel considered everything a threat.

She briefly glanced to the side before continuing.

“There’s also that thing” she mentioned, producing a bag from her clothes. She held it towards Fendrel unenthusiastically, “The sweets from Ayon you kindly requested.” Zelene was likely to put the bag away if Fendrel reached for it, then offering her other hand to collect payment.

The tactician took particular attention whenever she returned to her hometown in Ayon. He said it was due to the sugar coated delicacy, so sure, she was willing to retrieve some and double the price for him. He always paid.

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House of Valdear felt particularly empty that day. Despite the housekeepers showering her with attention after her return, Rolante felt a bit desolated. She let a long sigh escape her lips, then put down the last of the envelopes to be sent that day. She took a moment to gaze at her handiwork: flourished and elegant handwriting spelling out delayed thank-you cards.

She tilted her head, voicing her thoughts “The style is probably different to brother’s, but I couldn’t leave these letters unanswered.” Her eyes trailed to the family portrait painting resting on the opposite wall. Her gaze was set on the two adult figures holding two babies,“It has been months.”

Rolante sat for another moment, looking at all the papers neatly organized over the desk. She raised her eyebrow, reaching out for a particular stack. She recognized the paper used, and she couldn’t help but press her lips together in disapproval.

The big stack she was holding were her letters. So he was getting them! All the time she was stationed in Effen, and he did not reply any of the letters she sent. Rolante huffed, somewhat childishly, reflecting that perhaps her relationship with her brother wasn’t in its highest point.

“I don’t think it would go better if he finds out I’m looking over his things” she thought.

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Marla huffed at the paper fan’s contact. Why did he always carry such an obnoxious thing, anyway? She fumbled with the paper and read it’s contents as he explained. She shook her head violently at the mention of a designated guard, her eyes sparkling to the promise of leaving the castle for a few hours.

“Aha! Well, of course. This is why my brother always keeps you around!” she grinned, getting out of the tangled covers with one movement. “You get to live for now. Ah, yes. I’m feeling very merciful.” She said matter-of-factly, waving the receipt at Fendrel’s direction. 

She visibly shuddered at the mention of House Bombetta, but was otherwise relieved by the other two Noble houses. Although she had heard some rumor about House Kingstone being in the possession of some stone that kills? She wasn’t too sure and may have to look into it while in town.

“Fear not, I will gladly take charge of the other preparations for my brother’s birthday!” She proclaimed, taking note to use an overly dramatic etiquete.  “I shall go by myself, as I am the Princess of Rune who does as she wants!” She waved the receipt at him, mimicking Fendrel’s paper fan, “Unless you want to come with me and get more of those delicious treats?” she teased with good humor, “If not, you must leave! A Princess shouldn’t be seen in such... garments, unless you want the court to make you my betrothed!” She shooed him.

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It was easy to infer that the Princess had just woken up by the uproar that was caused in Tera’s Palace West Tower. Zelene pressed herself against a wall as soon as the swarm of servants passed, mumbling something about “Tactician Fendrel having a deathwish”. She remained in her position, spending some minutes in appearing invisible before continuing into the Tower.

She left out a long sigh to her insides, hoping the damned guy hadn’t set her up for another babysitting job. It couldn’t be helped, she needed money and royalty had a knack for providing said money. It was only a matter of time until she had to…

“Ah, he’s alive!” chipped in one of the guards, interrupting her train of thought. Zelene slipped past them and awaited by the corridors. Her sharp eyes caught Frendel leaving the royal chambers, and proceeded to stalk him quietly until he decided he was done playing games,.or rather found another place to provide her with a job. Anything but babysitting. Please.

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Rude Morning

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A warm sunny morning in Tera was likely all it took for Princess Marlena Tristan to oversleep today. Or perhaps it was simply a habit. It was nearly high noon and Ysellion Fendrel, the royal tactician, was now slowly pacing down the corridor - calm and deaf to the pleading servants. 

One turn of the door knob and he opened the chambers ignoring the still sleeping royalty. As if that was not enough, he proceeded to open the curtains in one swift move letting the bright morning sunlight mercilessly land right over the princess’ head.

“It is high noon, your highness.” Fendrel informed in most flat tone he could muster. It would have taken a very sharp eye to notice the slightly curled edges of his mouth - a small smile he was trying not to make evident.

“One more hour and your brain will begin to display certain intellectual deficiencies - something I won’t recommend.” the tactician proceeded. 

A couple of servants  began to peek over at the door - some gasping, some terrified. It was no secret the royal tactician was ever bold and direct with his words… and actions, and yet to allow himself such liberties was still baffling to some.

“No one would want to marry a mentally handicapped princess.” Fendrel added now reaching to take some of her candy off the table. “Additionally, it will burden your brother greatly.” another pause followed, ah yes he had to enjoy the taste of that one candy “Speaking of him, surely you didn’t forget today is his birthday.”

If the sun and his little speech didn’t jolt her out of bed now, this little fact surely would.

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A Princess must get her beauty sleep and rise delicately, they said. Right?

Well, whichever kingdom wrote that certainly didn’t have Ysellion Fendrel as a Tactician, or Marlena Tristan as a princess. Not that she wasn’t the fairest of them all, but it was a well known fact that the girl didn’t have a delicate bone in her body.

It only took a shriek to have half of the servant body move (rather, run) away from the Princess’ room. As soon as the sun hit her face, Marlena’s reaction could have been mistaken from one of those Risen folk from the history books.

“Don’t you have any manners?!” she hissed, her head shooting up from the covers. Her hair had sprayed in all different directions, while she dedicated a murderous look to the Tactician. At this point, she was so, so far from looking like a Princess. “Must you know, some kingdoms still execute people for offenses like these!”

Marlena huffed, not awaiting a response from the man and hurriedly wrapping herself again with the covers. It took half a second to register the final words he had spoken, resulting in a explosive princess jumping out of bed in shock, and then promptly falling out of it with tangled sheets.

“Wait, did you say… Brother’s Birthday!?” Marlena brought her hands to her head in a expression of despair. “How could this be, if he had a birthday just last… year.” Her voice died out with that last statement, probably gaining an arched eyebrow from Fendrel. “This is terrible. No. This sucks! I can see the court looking for a Queen already!” She shuddered due to the memory of a certain huge lady from the House of Bombetta. Marlena shook her head, then promptly pointed at Fendrel, trying to look at regal as possible while in her pajamas. “Yooooou. You will he---”

Another shriek erupted from the Princess’s bedroom.

“Why are are you eating my candy?! Treason, the highest treasooooon!” She was sure her brother will never let her get rid of that man, but she could still goad on her empty threats to get a reaction out of him.