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Meet up

Bit of an older draft

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The corridors were lit by torch, the only noise being the flicker of flames or the occasional footsteps of the servants carrying laundry to the washrooms.

In the royal quarters, Princess Yume was attempting to occupy herself till her girlfriend was done with her training. She thought it was redundant, you train for the whole day only to train again in the evening, it sounded like torture. Finally, there was a soft, yet formal knock on her door.

Yume jumped up from her bed and opened the door, “Finally you’re…. Done…”, She combed over Alvyra's appearance. Small scratches were all over her, some bruises were on her face, and her hair was a mess. “They really did a number on you, hm?” Yume carefully cupped Alvyra's face to which the knight leaned into,

“It was just a normal exercise, I just didn't protect my right.” Yume scoffs, “looks like you forgot to protect your face as well,” she pulls her into her bedroom, closing the door and ushering for Alvyra to sit in one of the plush, comfortable chairs littered throughout the space. Grabbing a hairbrush, Yume swiftly pulls Alvyra's hair down, her long blonde hair falling to her waist.

“What are you doing?” Alvyra's tone was a bit tense and confused, Yume chuckled and started brushing the tangles out, “Your hair is all messy,” she kept running the brush through her hair, Alvyra letting her posture fall slightly as she let Yume work on her knots.

Finally, Alvyra's hair was tamed, and Yume admired her work, and her girlfriend. “You should wear your hair down more, It’s pretty.” Alvyra scoffed, “It’s impractical, It would get in the way all the time.” She blushes a bit as a small kiss is pressed to her cheek. “makes you look pretty..”

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After about an hour of talking and working out plans for a secret town meet up, it was getting late.

Alvyra looked out of the window, “I should go, captain wants me up early to set up for a check up on the troops down south. I'll write…”,

Yume scoffed, crossing her arms, “it better be legible this time, none of that scratch that the soldiers use.” A soft squeeze between their two hands was felt, reassuring the princess,

“and be safe, I don't want you coming back with more injuries.” Alvyra nodded before leaving the room, the hallways quiet once again.

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Exhaustion

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The sun was barely a sliver across the horizon, stars beginning to freckle the sky. The moons were looming overhead, silently guarding the world through the night. The town had begun to close, with only the inn and a handful of small businesses open past nightfall. In the castle most of the servants had already gone to bed, the knight guards changing their shifts. The training grounds were silent and empty, at least they should've been. A single sword could be heard striking a training dummy. Alvyra kept swinging and hitting, although her form was getting sloppier and less precise each blow. Eventually, her vision was beginning to haze, the sword becoming heavy, hands beginning to callous, yet she kept going, trying to force her body to strike harder. 

In the next moment, another sword made contact, the clang knocking the sword from the knight's hand. Alvyra looked up to find the captain standing there, his expression twisted into a disappointed yet concerned glare.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him, “training ended hours ago, why are you still out here?”, he began dragging his exhausted ward to his chambers, taking a mental note as to how she was sagging behind. They eventually make it inside, Alvyra shrugging off the training uniform, avoiding the captain's glare. 

“Go clean up, I'll make something to eat,” the captain ushered the soldier to her room, hoping she would listen and let herself relax. He knew he was hard on her, he had to, but he didn't want her to suffer or injure herself enough to keep her from serving. That would be a cruel practice, even for the harshest trainers. 

After a few minutes, the frustrated man began preparing a meal, a simple one as he wasn't an amazing cook. As he added vegetables to a heated pan, he heard a soft grunt from the other room. Moving the food to avoid burning it, he went to the other room, knocking firmly before walking in. 

Alvyra looked up, in the middle of patching a cut on her side. The captain sighed, not surprised as he moved to sit next to her on the mattress, taking the cleaning supplies from her hands. 

“We've been over this,” he said as he began cleaning up the cut, careful to not show too much concern as he saw how deep it actually was, “you shouldn't wait to treat wounds like this, they could get infected, like last months…. Incident.” 

“It isn't that bad, I barely felt it,” Alvyra mumbled as she let the captain help, trying to avoid the sharp glare that her statement was met with. 

“What happened this time?” 

She sighed, looking down at the floorboards, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes, “just a blow during the partner exercises, should've covered my right better. It won't happen again. 

The captain finished patching up the cut, “I didn't say I was upset.” 

Alvyra looked away, not knowing what else to say as she pulled her loose fitting shirt down to cover up the freshly bandaged wound.  

The older man moved some hair from her face, uncharacteristically gentle around the scar across her face. He saw how her eyes were heavy, face contorted to mask discomfort. 

He sighed, “you seem exhausted. You overdid it today.” 

The younger soldier scoffed, “I'm fine, nothing I can't handle. Besides, it doesn't matter if I get tired as long as I improve.” 

The captain's eyes bore through the side of her head, “improve? Is that what I saw back there? You were sloppy, slow, about to collapse on your feet. You couldn't even defend against a light blow from me. What if we were in the field? You would've been killed. I know I tell you to push yourself but not to the point where you wouldn't be of any use to the guard.” 

That seemed to shut her up. Her posture sank a little, finally making eye contact with her superior, her weariness meeting his disappointment. He pushed some hair from her face, an attempt to show more worry than anger. With that, he got up, walking to the door, “dinner will be ready in a few minutes, just get some rest.” 

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