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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Faevyre observed the way Dycen seemed to comfort her. It was foreign to her, almost, how he managed to cheer her up regardless of the situation. No other person had a way with her in the same way he had with her. It had been that way since they were young; a part of her concern was that he felt it was part of his role; to not only protect her life but to care for her, although she found the notion sweet, she didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Much to her father's dismay, Fae had been wanting to learn to fight since she was able. He'd eventually given in, praying that his daughter would only use her techniques to protect herself, not to seek out danger or join fights she had no part in.<br/>
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The light platinum haired woman was captivated by his smile, and she soon found herself mirroring his happiness. "I hope you're right, to lose our home would be to lose parts of ourselves." Despite his words, her fear still remained. A war was not an easy feat, even for their parents. A stifled sigh escaped her lips as she finished her food. A slight light laugh escaped her full lips, "A vacation, just a far more active one." The female eyed Dycen as he gave into her desire to stay another night. There was a glimmer of happiness over her features as she gave a firm nod. "First light." The inn was perfect, it was cosy and it sure as hell was comfortable. Of all the places they could've landed up, it was the best by far. Fae was rather used to her comforts, and it was one of the most appealing things about being a princess; a lavish, soft, welcoming bed. <br/>
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As the male left, the female gazed to see what he'd mentioned; he'd left her clean water and had prepared everything for her. It was sweet of him, he seemed to know just to know how to take care of her. Yet, the thought came into her mind that it wasn't his job, nor her expectation of him, to look after her in all senses of the word. It was close to making her feel bad. It wasn't in her nature to want that help, despite her upbringing. It was something her mother tried to teach her to just simply accept. As a princess, she was expected to act in a certain way, to be a certain person. Much to her mother's dismay, Fae wasn't the woman her mother had planned. <br/>
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The female shimmied out of her nightwear; exposing her lithe, curved frame. Considering how pale and blue tinted her skin was, she appeared almost ghost like. The water was cool, but it didn't bother her. The female didn't take long to begin washing herself, knowing that Dycen was waiting for her. The princess wasn't one to take long to get ready in general; she would much rather be prepared and out in the world than she would be lounging around. Once she was clean, the female dried off with a plush square of linen. The woman gazed toward her outfit, it was laid out on the bed ready for her. If only she had a large sword to match her attire.<br/>
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It took her a few minutes to slip into the tightly fitting material. The hardened leather gave some protection, but her outfit was mainly focused on dexterity. The long boots were easy to slip into, covering the straps of material that trailed up to her hips. Gradually, she tugged on the corset embedded torso piece. It was designed with metal lining the inside of the corset, not only for structure but to protect her organs. Next, she slid a hood over her features, disguising her face. It hung low enough that just the glimmer of her eyes was revealed. Several small blades found their way along some straps that clung to her thighs, inside of her boots and even around her back.<br/>
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It had only been about ten to fifteen minutes since he'd left her when the female trotted down the stairs, her slender frame outlined by the dark material. There was a certain grace that she walked with that couldn't be learned; it was just simply a part of her. Once she reached him, the female offered him a warm smile. It seemed as though the innkeeper was rather interested, as her gaze kept tracking back to the pair. It caused Fae to laugh softly, before turning her attention to Dycen. "So, what's on the list for today? Some exploring, maybe we can see if there are any open fields, maybe a forest?" It was clear that she was excited. When she was in the Kingdom, she wasn't allowed to leave without a fully armed escort; if at all. Her life had been so limited, but now she was able to cherish what life had for her. "I think we best leave soon, or she will be planning our wedding." The female nodded toward the innkeeper. </span>