<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The young Nerdia sighed loudly and turned back toward the scenery which overlook the entire kingdom. “I am well aware of my father’s concerns for my safety, Arin” she retorted sarcastically, emphasizing on the name ‘Arin’. Her eyes panned across the landscape and towards the villages below. She noticed how decorated and vibrant the streets seemed and imagined what it would be like to be down there as a regular person. Not just to merge through in her royal carriage and be bowed to. In some ways, being the Princess seemed more like a burden than a gift. She felt this even more so when being reminded of the upcoming events for the evening. <br/>
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The red head groaned and turned back to face the young man with a pout, quite the contrary to her usual grouchy self. “Yes Arin, I remember. It is the evening of the royal dinner in honor of our visitors from Yaro.” Slumping against the nearest wall, she began playing with one of her hair strands, twirled it around her index finger as she sighed gently. “Although I am dressed and prepared, I simply do not see the point in my presence for the evening.” Being the age she was, Nerida knew deep down it was important for her to be there. She was representing the Kingdom and being the future heir to the throne, it was important she was present. None the less, her brattiness mixed with lack of interest for dining with others made her more inclined to argue the point. Besides, she found it was amusing to get a reaction out of her normally stoic bodyguard. <br/>
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Nerida certainly remembered the first time she had met the young male. He seemed to be the quiet sort who only focused on his duty. Initially he was a little dull in Nerada’s opinion but soon peeked her interest when he showed more of a personality. Rather, when she was so defiant and troublesome that he simply could not remain composed. This was the side of him she found very interesting. In a way it showed more of what was hiding underneath and not just his façade. From that point, she would purposely make a point of being difficult simply to get a rise out of him. <br/>
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“Will you be attending the evenings event as well?” she asked the older male, knowing it was a bit of a silly question to ask seeing as he was her royally assigned bodyguard. However, a small part of her wanted him to be there. He seemed to be the only person she would know if he were there, aside from her father who would be far too busy to take much notice of her. Besides, she wanted someone to appreciate her witty commentary of the funny looking people she will see.</span>