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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Leaving her home had never been a thought in her mind; Faevyre loved her home, and her father. It seemed that the situation had become so dire that she had to get out of the kingdom to be safe, and it was heartbreaking. Her mother had been assassinated, which left her emotionally crippled. On top of the devastating news, she discovered that she also had to leave the only place she knew as home. Sure, she'd been travelling, but she'd never been away from her home permanently. It seemed like this was finally the time she would go and never look back. Being what she was, Dragonborn, it would certainly cause some problems for her later. The armor she'd taken before she left had been well equipped to hide her face, to conceal her royal heritage, but her eyes were telling of what she was; who she was. <br/>
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The only thing really holding her together was her childhood friend, Dycen. He had come with her due to his rank in the guard, and her father knew he could keep her safe. They'd been friends as long as she could remember, and she was grateful for that. Even though it was his duty to guard her, she knew he did it out of their friendship and care more than by what he was 'supposed' to do, and it warmed her heart. It seemed to be in the innkeeper's mind that they were lovers, running away from a dangerous situation to be together. The thought alone made her blush; Fae hadn't been with a man, dragonborne or not. It was one thing she held onto, not out of duty but for the man she truly intended to marry. Her father had brought up arranged marriages before to help solve their alliance problems, but fortunately it hadn't come to that.<br/>
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Fae's sleep had been rather deep, she hadn't even moved a muscle since she got into bed. It was clear that  the scent of freshly cooked food was able to rise her into a lighter state of sleep, and even consciousness once she heard a familiar voice. "Breakfast?" The female groaned softly, giving a slight pout before she turned, burying her face into the soft, comforting pillow beneath her. The female's long blonde curls fell around her face as she refused to wake. "I don't want to be living, I'd much rather sleep until this all blows over." The woman chuckled softly. His words did eventually raise her. Thankfully, she was dressed in a long silk nightgown, one that fell over her frame in a rather flattering manner, and concealed her petite curved frame beneath. "I suppose you're right." The woman reluctantly swung her legs over the bed as she gazed toward her friend. <br/>
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Slowly, she made her way up before edging one of the small stools in the room over to the table. The female sat herself down as she observed the food with a twinkle in her eye. It smelled amazing, fresh bread, sausage and cheese. It looked... delicious. The princess usually had a manner of grace about her, however, she no longer had to keep up her appearance as she was alone with her friend. Not to mention, it was a good idea to change her mannerisms in case she was suspected. The woman grabbed a piece of fresh bread, breaking it open to fill it with pieces of seared sausage. The blonde didn't hesitate to devour her food in a rather unladylike manner.  <br/>
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"We should set off for Leelan lake. It's north of here, forests, the lake. It would be somewhere nice to relax." The woman waited until she'd finished her food to speak, of course. But it didn't stop her from preparing the next bite. "Will we always have to move?" Her face showed some concern, the image of them having to constantly move through the land, well, it was tiring. They'd never be able to make a home, to enjoy life. It couldn't possibly be that way. "Maybe if we go far enough.. we can have a home again." There was a sadness in her tone that was unmistakable. Fae missed being home, being safe and generally being able to get on with her life. Now.. it felt like everything was on hold.<br/>
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It didn't take the princess long to finish eating, she was almost ravenous and the food was blissful. "Shall I pack up and change?" It seemed silly to ask his advice, almost as if she was asking for permission; she just wished to know when he planned to go. The female assumed it'd be soon. It would be a rather sad day to leave such a nice place. "Or maybe we could stay one more day," There was a glint in her eyes; a mischievous light that even the most severe of situations couldn't seem to dull. </span>