Britomart nodded and sighed softly.<span style="color: red">"yeah but its still not normal to say things like that."</span>she nodded again before looking at the woman and raised one brow.<span style="color: red">"Field Marshal Britomart Belant." </span>she shook the woman's hand and nodded.<span style="color: red">"alright." </span>she shook her head and sighed quietly.<span style="color: red">"i cant think that way."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia looked at him and shook her head.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"i will never choose a future that has you in it over one that has my daughter in it. and since your father is adamant that he will not be with Ibara while she is with Vyre you cant exist unless my daughter dies and she is now in the body of about a four-hundred year old Elf she wont die naturally." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>