<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Illyria eyed the male as he spoke, after glancing at the documents. She didn't address his words, she simply watched as he confessed why he had been so short with her. The female simply offered a nod before he announced he'd see what he could find out. What she hadn't expected was the way in which he left, like a mad man on a mission. All the queen was truly thankful for was that he was at least determined. Illyria didn't try to yell goodbye, she simply turned her attention to the male left with her. It seemed that he accepted her offer as he ordered the help to fetch a range of weapons for her to choose from. "Thank you, I understand that a man's need in this time is to be in the heat of the furnace. I will not  take up too much of your time,  I promise." There was a genuinely warm smile upon her lips as she gazed toward him, as if he was a piece of art. "My father always did tell me I would never have to worry with you in the castle walls."<br/>
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With that, the queen turned on her heel and made her way toward the courtyard, giving only a small glimpse over her shoulder to make sure he was following. Nothing irritated her more than her servants following her, as opposed to walking beside her. Illyria found herself lonely for most of her years; it was like a prison. She had never been allowed to do as she pleased, it was always duty  before pleasure or enjoyment. Free will was for the kingdom, not for her. It was her bloodline, her purpose, her duty. Although she obeyed, it was not something she enjoyed.<br/>
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There was a clear sway to her feminine form; and there was a certain level of grace that she moved with, it was the very definition of grace and beauty. Everything to the way she ate had been guided. The queen did consider just grabbing a hunk of meat and tearing it from the bone, but she learned quickly that royalty must act proper and uphold their name. Any act of such... foul behaviour would create a terrible reputation. It irritated Illyria that she had to be confined to her very actions, it felt as if she was a bird ready to soar, but her wings had been clipped.<br/>
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The courtyard was one of her most favourite places in the whole kingdom. The entrance to the large open space was decorated with high hedges, granting some privacy. Beautiful carved light stone made a path into the courtyard. The rest of the space was filled with lavish trimmed, rich green grass along with trees that towered at the edges of the space, looming over the grass and blocking some of the strong golden rays that brought the pink blossom trees to life. It was a peaceful, cosy place for her to relax. So why wouldn't it make a grand place to practice?<br/>
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One of the servants was struggling to place a stand with a rather hefty broadsword along it, there was even a glisten of light caressing the blade. Illyria made her way over, taking the other end of the stand and helping the male shift it into place. "Will you please mention for someone to come take a look at the stones?" Her request to them was soft, and they offered a warm smile, "Yes, my queen. Thank you." With that,  he made his way back toward the grand building. The queen on the other hand, began to browse over the weapons they had brought to her attention. Delicate, slender fingers brushed over a range  of handles, until she settled on two stiletto blades that rested rather innocently away from the larger weapons. <br/>
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The blonde took a hold of both handles, twirling the blades swiftly before testing their weight. When the light hit the small blades, they glistened like a diamond begging to be given appreciation. "I'm a quick learner General, feel free to go as fast as you would like and I will let you know if I cannot keep up." The young queen couldn't deny the excitement at attempting to keeping up with a general, a master of combat, and especially the man who her father trusted with his life. It was only since she had become queen that she looked to the general in a different way; he was... far more rugged than she recalled. There was something about him that ebbed power, and that was precisely why she needed him.<br/>
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"My queen, we have your training clothes," One of the servants appeared from the grand building, making their way over to Illyria. The queen chuckled softly, offering them a warm smile, "Please do not stress about my clothing, see?" The blonde placed a blade down on the ground before taking hold of the material of her dress and angled just above her knee before slicing through the material, creating much more room to move. "There, but thank you. And please do not repair this dress, I am more than happy with it." The servant looked bewildered but offered a nod and disappeared within an instant.<br/>
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"So, General, shall we?" The queen's found his, a glimpse of her pale flesh appeared from the cut along her dress, a mere flash of flesh as she drew the other blade into her free hand. "Is there something I must know about these first? I would like to practice without armor to begin with, I'm sure we can be careful enough." Illyria didn't wish to wear armor so that she could get used to how she needed to move, the mentality she needed to have.. before she added restrictions to her movement.<br/>
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