human
Prisca:  As she had promised, Prisca had taken his head with her own hands. The honor was presumably lost on the now-dead man, but Prisca herself didn’t give a second thought to Paladio’s predicament. All she knew was that she had removed another obstacle between her and the throne. That was the only fact worth noting. “Princess…”
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Prisca:  “Arakiya? I’ve cleaned up here. How goes the rest?”
human
Arakiya:  “No problems. It’s over.”
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Prisca:  Sheathing the Bright Sword in thin air, Prisca turned as Arakiya emerged. She’d been around and about taking care of the soldiers who peppered Paladio’s base of operations, but nowhere on her exposed skin was there so much as a scratch.
human
Prisca:  “Lamia was at least more entertaining. I never imagined I would miss that spiteful villain.”
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Arakiya:  “”
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Prisca:  “What’s the matter, Arakiya? It’s not like you to look so serious.” Prisca made a show of seating herself on her deceased brother’s throne, then turned a questioning gaze on the silent girl.
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Arakiya:  “Oh…,” Arakiya replied finally, then blinked. After a moment, she said, “Will you soon fight? With Master Vincent?”
human
Prisca:  “My brother? Yes… Yes, I suppose I will. Whether it will be soon, I can’t say, but we will eventually have to settle matters.” Prisca, realizing that Arakiya’s demeanor had to do with Vincent’s continued existence, allowed herself to relax into a smile. Vincent Abelks was her greatest opponent in the Rite of Imperial Selection, her true test. Ever since the day she’d helped him escape Lamia’s encirclement, she’d watched as his army had grown ever larger and as he eliminated their other siblings—the other claimants to the throne—one by one. Lamia had known this would happen; it was exactly why she’d sought to strike at Vincent early on, even if it meant working with the others. If those others had been smart, they would have continued to work together after the encirclement failed, when Vincent had been at least nominally on the back foot. But they had missed their chance, and Vincent had licked his wounds and taken the opportunity to recover.
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Prisca:  “For such idiocy, they deserved no better than destruction,” Prisca said. After all, when one emerged victorious from the Rite of Imperial Selection, what awaited them was the throne of the Volakian Empire and all the responsibilities that went with it. Those siblings had shown that they would never have been able to bear the burden. Now with Lamia gone and Paladio dispatched, all that remained was…