Roger
As Feyre listened to her beloved friend speak, her gaze slowly tore away from the many papers littered upon the ground. Perhaps she was right- she had to be anyhow. Feyre was still new to this castle- *This world*. Only Elora would know how the king is, at least far more than the human. Nevertheless, as the guard spoke of Alyus's duties as king, she found herself pondering on what it all truly meant. Especially with the talk of another king somewhere off within Alynthi. The young girl's blue-green eyes squinted in thought as she recalled the first time ever seeing bear shapeshifters. Within the woods of Alynthi. The only place she called her 'home', if it was one to be called that. Even so.. It begged the question; *How come Alynthi's king did not come for her the same way Alyus did?* 

His motives never truly had answers. At least not to Feyre. All she could really be thankful for was having a roof over her head and a friendly face such as Elora, everything else however... It was questionable. And Feyre was left with many, *Many* Questions. Alas, the human drew a sigh from her lips after the guard brought her attention back to the matter at hand. Reading and writing. Both of which Fey had worked unnecessarily hard on. So much so, there was a light red indent that was beginning to form within the creases of her fingers from holding her quill so tightly. Trying her damnedest to form lines that were not shaky in any way. Nevertheless, Elora's condolences did seem to brighten the dreary mood Feyre had gotten herself into. Offering her words of empowerment that were subtle but true nonetheless. 
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When the guard rested her hand upon Feyre's arm, a gentle flicker of warmth reached the human's eyes as she reciprocated by putting her free hand upon Elora's own. A small smile pursed her lips as she nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Elora. I don't think i'd know what i'd do without you here with me." Feyre then pulled her bottom lip inside of her mouth to refrain from smiling wider, though that obvious grin was written across her soft pale face. "Especially with Alyus's '*Lessons'*.. You were very right about them." Gentle laughter sang out from the humans throat like that of a young child. Her hiccups of stifled giggles bringing even the dullest colors back to life. 
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When all was said and done however, Feyre turned her focus back to the two original papers she had placed back onto the desk. One held many rows of each letter within the alphabet, and underneath many lines of trying to sign her own signature. Just underneath that paper however, was the small crinkled piece Alyus had written on. The same one Feyre would find herself staring at periodically to make sure she was making her words and letters as neat as his. To Elora's final task, Feyre pulled in one final sigh through her nose before giving a slight nod. She couldn't help but linger her eyes over towards the neatly written paper from the King, wavering her inky feather above the parchment in deep thought. Decidedly though, Feyre pushed the bothersome paper aside and focused on her own. Tracing her quill along the blank space with extreme delicacy until letting up again. 

Finally, something that *Didn't* Look like chicken scratches. The human eyeballed her work for a moment before sliding it over to show Elora. It was arguable more finer than that of her other lines- the '*F*' a beautiful swirl just like the '*A*' in Alyus's name. Aside from the bent '*E*''s... It was simply just visible progress. "You think he'll approve of this?" Feyre asked timidly, pulling her long brunette hair behind her ears to not fall upon the table. 
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Brenda
*The halls seemed to fall silent as Fidan worked his way through them, his steel boots clanking against the hard floors with an ominous rhythm. Draped in full armor befitting that of a titan of the battlefield, his comparatively small stature grew irrelevant, as members of the royal guard bowed down at his presence despite being two or three feet taller. Being one of the few men among warriors still in his human form, he strolled through the halls at a slow, commanding pace, a gauntlet wrought of iron and steel resting upon the simple hilt of his Estoc, which sat comfortably in his scabbard at his side. Whispers of dread surrounded the man, as voices pondered who's head he was off to claim in the solemn sanctity of silence. Despite the words of Alyus, Fidan managed to command the fear expected of him at times. Especially in the King's absence. Fidan worked to run the guard, and run the guard he did.*

*Approaching the massive wooden doors to the library, Fidan stopped just shy of the handle, reaching for the mighty iron knob formed in the visage of a great bear with his iron hand. He faltered, however, lowering his gaze to his hand. He studied the gloved fingers for a moment, before raising his hand to his head, carefully ripping the heavy steel helm away and near his waist. As the workings of the world flashed behind him, he stood in the small alcove leading to the library, staring down at the inhuman visage resting in his hands. The steel helm that had saved him from blade, bow, and bear alike. Within the polished steel, he caught a soft glimpse of himself, staring down the guardsman in the eye. The human guardsman. The man behind the beast. Fidan.*

*He watched as the man disappeared in an instant, replaced with the feline creature he was always expected to be. The beast of the tundra. The beast who truly deserved to bear the armor, to wield the sword, and to hide behind the iron face. The beast who led the guard, and the beast who Alyus trusted personally. His snout bore hundreds of scares, leaving his feline form ugly and malformed. While the bears he accompanied himself with had wondrous furs personally groomed and kept pure white, his was left a dark grey, matted and unkempt. He carried the look of a man who had fought tooth and nail for every life he had stolen, sticking out like a sore thumb within the company of fresh guards and fancy nobles.*

*Tucking his helmet away at his side, he threw open the doors to the library, casting the bear handle aside with a personal prejudice as he stepped into the library. His boots continued to slam into the wooden floors as he strolled in, ignoring the gazes of those around him as he strolled quickly over towards the King's pet. Unsurprisingly, he found her in company with Elora. The junior guard. She had been playing her part as of late. That much he could respect. Standing across from the two near the table, he slammed his helmet down on the table, nodding to Elora in a bid to get her to stand at attention. And, hopefully, to shift. Alyus had made it clear that all those stationed with Feyre were meant to present in their animal forms. Besides, it's not like Elora had much to hide. Pristine fur, great height, few scars.*

*Fidan sent a firm glare to Feyre, his scarred visage towering above the human. Alyus' words rang like bells in his mind. He was to show authority. Command respect. He wasn't a lapdog, nor was he a house-cat. He didn't aim to frighten Feyre, instead he aimed to cement himself as the man he dreaded being. He wasn't Fidan, the friendly guard who enjoyed sketching birds in the courtyard and feeding the king's whores. He was Fidan, The Beast of the Tundra, and he would be regarded as such.*

"The King requests your presence in the courtyard. Both of you." *He spoke, his voice low and commanding, singed with hints of pain and rage.*

"Best not to keep him waiting."
Jeremy
"I think he'll approve of anything you show him, Feyre. Progress is progress." Elora said with a smile, though the doors to the library suddenly bursting open caused the young guard to jump up from her chair and turn towards them defensively. Eyeing the individual who entered, Elora's eyes quickly widened as the Commander of the Guard stepped into the library. The stomping and sudden slam of his helmet on the table may not have caused Elora to jump but it surely would scare Feyre. Stepping in between Fidan and the human, Elora quickly stood at attention, her human form giving way for the more ursine version of herself. Towering high above Feyre and slightly taller than Fidan given her animal form, the guard fought against the urge to check on Feyre.

Regardless or not of her relationship with the human, Elora was a royal guard in training, which meant she had to be on her toes around Fidan especially. It was strange that the king decided to send Fidan in his stead, though the more Elora thought of it perhaps it was for good reason. Feyre flinched nearly every time a beast shifter was nearby or in her vicinity. Fidan was a bit heavy handed with his presence but most shapeshifters were in Gantrick. Feyre would surely tell Alyus of her experience with Fidan, though.

"Of course, Commander. Come along, Lady Feyre." As if like a switch, Elora's entire demeanor changed. Where a friend like no other stood now stood a much more cold and determined guard. Turning completely towards Feyre so that Fidan could no longer see her ursine face, the guard gestured with her head for Feyre to move along. Before Elora turned once more to walk with the human, her expression softened for only a second to reassure Feyre all was well.