<em>"Tonight on the Ælpharan News Network, discussions continue on the reintegration of the island of Luinloth into the kingdom proper.  Although it has been some time since violence ended there, there are still parts of their society that are not in tune with the rest of society outside of the isle, leading to some difficulties in exchanges of goods with the isle.  A matter of import, as there is still much rebuilding to do after the upheaval of the breakaway republic."  The scene transitions from the newscasters to a camera slowly panning across a city.  Part of it near idyllic, blending into the surrounding forest, but quickly reaches an area that looks like it was literally torn apart with no signs of fire or smoke damage.</em><br/><br/>The screen in the room blanked off and lowered into its cabinet gently as the controller dropped onto the bed, bouncing slightly while the person who dropped it sighs, slipping behind a dressing screen.  "Hasn't it been long enough for them to start letting the Luinloth rebellion begin to fade into the background?"  The warm mezzo-soprano called over the screen, receiving a soft feminine grunt of agreement from around the corner.<br/><br/>"Come now...I know you feel much the way that I do, if only because you would rather I never served in a combat zone.  A royal guardian can't exactly throw themselves in the way of a shredder bolt to save their charge, can they?"  This time the response was a more disagreeable, unhappy sounding grunt.  A few moments later her royal highness, princess Telaliel stepped back around the screen wearing a rather light dress that breathed easily and let the sunlight through slightly.  "Much better than courtwear.  Now...what is on the agenda for this afternoon?"  She smiled to her guard and waited a moment for her response.<br/><br/>Instead of the usual bored recitation of the schedule for the afternoon she instead found the guard looking somewhat distracted, listening to a voice on an ear piece.  After a few seconds the guard paled slightly and looked to the princess, "if your highness would come with me?  It would appear that there is a situation and I am asked to move you to a discreet, secure location."  The large royal guards tone was not the type to brook any disobedience from her charge.  With the smoothness of years of martial practice she turned and moved quickly through one of the side doors of the royal quarters.  The ones that led to the orni-park on the roof, not the secure rooms below, or the cart-park either.