<span style="font-family:Amaranth">Dia had been surprised from that last kiss. Her fingers running over her lips as she looked in the mirror. The only place that Aedus would touch, because he actually loved her. She let her eyes look over the rest of her bofy that was purple and blue. Her neck now had severe bruising, her arms, her body. It made Dia want to set the castle on fire. She stood and looked up to see Phillip standing fairly close. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Good morning. </span>He kissed her neck and ran his finger over her bottom lip as a cruel smile crossed his face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"You look much better now."</span> He spoke softly in her ear his finger sliding down her arm. Before he chuckled and headed for the door. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Dress properly this time and I want your bow, Dia. A proper lady would know she isn't allowed such things." </span>And with that he walked out of her room. Living in seperate rooms made it easier for Dia, Phillip didn't like her anyways.<br/>
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She watched him leave and touched her lips again. Aedus was the only thing keeping her from loosing it. She looked in the mirror once more before she turned away, disgusted. Pulling on her dress she sighed. <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fe9%2Fa0%2Fb6%2Fe9a0b6e51bfb6f587d1f2de484e77767--reign-fashion-red-queen.jpg&amp;hash=b5a94fb3ec9af00ff5245fa0d3cd912b" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/a0/b6/e9a0b6e51bfb6f587d1f2de484e77767--reign-fashion-red-queen.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The red dress</a> clung to her, hiding the wounds and keeping the body hidden from view. She heard the door open and looked over. Emily's eyes fell on her with a sad look. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Let me help." </span>She whispered softly. Finishing up the rest of the dress. She then touched Dia's shoulder very carefully. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"How is walking?" </span>She whispered. Dia looked back to her and smiled weakly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Possible. He is looking for my bow." </span>She grunted as she pushed herself to her feet. Breakfast would be served soon. Both Emily and Dia knew that her father had been asked a question and she would be there to listen. She walked slowly as she exited. She ached, but it was nothing compared to some things she went through. She walked with pride, chin up. She didn't limp once as she walked down that hall. She walked into the dining area where everyone already sat. She let her eyes gaze over the table before she sat on the opposite end of her father away from everyone. <br/>
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Dia had never so openly showed her distaste for Phillip until that moment. She was pushing him and only Emily could guess why. More than tgat after Phillip had just abised her for her to show such strength would bring out a nasty side of the young Prince. She had the maids set her a nee spot instead of touching the spot that was meant for her. Phillip grit his teeth, however Steven's eyes narrowed on his daughter coldly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I see you have a place set, who is that for, Phillip?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99"> </span>Cold words left her lips making the prince's face redden. He wanted to yell but instead held his tongue, that white knuckled grip on his fork was all the answer she needed. He was furious. <br/>
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Steven held up his mug to grab attention away from the animosity between the couple. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I have decided to agree to your terms, Mage. If it will benefit all involved." </span>He spoke with a deep boom, his eyes narrowing on Dia.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "Hopefully my daughter will learn to keep herself in a proper manner." </span>Dia's eyes flicked up knowing what the old man meant she scoffed  and dropped her fork with a smile. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Where is your water, father. Don't you think you should watch how drunk you are around guests?"</span> She took a sip of her own juice. <br/>
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Silence fell over the table, but the maliciousness was bringing joy to Dia. She hadnt been able to acyt out at all since Phillip had been here and Aedus had disappeared. Her attituded seemed to be pushing King Steven more towards the treaty. King turned back to the others. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Shall we make the arrangements to get this settled?" </span>He asked softly. As all were distracted those lovely eyes fell on Aedus and she smiled. She was happy for once. Truely happy.</span>