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Location: The Royal Southern Household of the Land of the White Morn
In four days time it was my end. At every turn I kept trying to find escape, trying to avert the inevitable. But pursuit was ever so quick, and my secret places were no longer such a secret. I was forced to learn the way and customs of the Land of the Fiery Dusk, and slowly I learnt of the Prince I was to marry. I only came to hate him more through those words. People say don't judge a book by its cover, but it was hard to turn past this thick binding. It was my last day in the southern residence, tomorrow I would be moved to the main residence, and from there a wedding I didn't want to attend. As dusk approached, when all my things were packed, I made one last attempt to get away. My feet hit the damp grass, sending up small droplets of water. Running to my tree, my only hideaway left, I scrambled up it. And through the branches I went until I was in another tree, and another after that. Several trees later I was next to a high stone wall. Pressing myself against the wall I looked over the top.

"They're back!" someone called as he ran down the street, "They're really back!" Out of the houses I could see, people exited them. In their eyes was anticipation, but also tears ready to roll. If someone was back I couldn't understand why they were ready to cry. I have herd of people who cry in happiness, but these eyes looked sad. At the top of the street I saw a group of men. I dropped below the height of the wall, clutching my stomach. I felt cold, and it was because the terrible truth had finally dropped. These men were the ones that had returned from war. These were the men that were dying just because a peace treaty had not yet been formed. They were dying over land. I felt sick, all my life I had been secluded from that outside world. Dropping to the floor I put one hand to the wall and threw up. The tears softly rolled down my cheeks and I threw up bile, after that I dry heaved twice.
"Princess?" I heard the call in the distance. I fell to my knees, retching again. Tendrils of my red hair fell across my face, and I swiped them away as my stomach lurched again.
"Princess?"
"When do we leave?" I whispered.

Location: Unknown
I sat in the train carriage, looking at the hands in my lap. My face was still pale from my retching. Only when the train stopped did I look up, and as it turned out we were not in the capital, but some small town. My gaze returned to my lap, until the door burst open. I looked up sharply with just my eyes, then turned my head to the window.
"Still angry at me dear?" the man smirked.
"Did you not freeze in the north?"
"Did you not shrivel in the south?"
"Why are you here?"
"I came for your marriage baby sister, course I'm going to be here when you get wed."
"I can't really kick you off the train can I?"
"No you can't dear," he slumped into the seat across from me, and put his feet on the seat to my right.
"How much do you know about that Prince of Dusk?"
"Only bad things."
"You don't have to go through with the marriage."
"No, I do."
"You don't," he tried to sound assertive, but it was lost on me.
"If it's going to take one last sacrifice to stop this war then I don't care if it is me."
"You have too big a heart sis; in the end you let too many people in, you'd probably take the devil in if you thought there was a shred of decency left in him."
"It's not him I care for, it's the people of our country."

Location: Xilef's Quarters; the Castle of Illusion
He yawned, showing off his fangs. Opening his eyes his pupils flickered through a few different stages before sticking on a more human-like circle.
"Sire Xilef, are you feeling better?" He sat up, then ruffled his hair. Cocking his head he looked at the servant through his amber eyes.
"Where's Luc?"
"He's gone. He told us to answer to your every request."
"Is there no god out there for saving people?" he barely whispered.
"Lord Xilef?"
"My throat is sore."
"Here," she handed over a cup. Taking a sip he purred as he realised that it was warm milk and honey. His head finally cleared, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his bare chest and his long shorts.
"How long have you been sat in here?"
"Master Lucifer told us to be on your beck and call."
"You're blushing."
"So what if I am," she turned slightly.
"You see something you like?" he smiled, flicking his tongue out.
"You don't have time for this," she lent forwards, "You still want to tell Master something."
"What day is it?"
"The fifteenth."
"You're right, I don't have time for this, everything happens tomorrow."
"What's going to happen to Master?"
"The end if things go wrong."

Description
Location: The Royal Southern Household of the Land of the White Morn
In four days time it was my end. At every turn I kept trying to find escape, trying to avert the inevitable. But pursuit was ever so quick, and my secret places were no longer such a secret. I was forced to learn the way and customs of the Land of the Fiery Dusk, and slowly I learnt of the Prince I was to marry. I only came to hate him more through those words. People say don't judge a book by its cover, but it was hard to turn past this thick binding. It was my last day in the southern residence, tomorrow I would be moved to the main residence, and from there a wedding I didn't want to attend. As dusk approached, when all my things were packed, I made one last attempt to get away. My feet hit the damp grass, sending up small droplets of water. Running to my tree, my only hideaway left, I scrambled up it. And through the branches I went until I was in another tree, and another after that. Several trees later I was next to a high stone wall. Pressing myself against the wall I looked over the top.

"They're back!" someone called as he ran down the street, "They're really back!" Out of the houses I could see, people exited them. In their eyes was anticipation, but also tears ready to roll. If someone was back I couldn't understand why they were ready to cry. I have herd of people who cry in happiness, but these eyes looked sad. At the top of the street I saw a group of men. I dropped below the height of the wall, clutching my stomach. I felt cold, and it was because the terrible truth had finally dropped. These men were the ones that had returned from war. These were the men that were dying just because a peace treaty had not yet been formed. They were dying over land. I felt sick, all my life I had been secluded from that outside world. Dropping to the floor I put one hand to the wall and threw up. The tears softly rolled down my cheeks and I threw up bile, after that I dry heaved twice.
"Princess?" I heard the call in the distance. I fell to my knees, retching again. Tendrils of my red hair fell across my face, and I swiped them away as my stomach lurched again.
"Princess?"
"When do we leave?" I whispered.

Location: Unknown
I sat in the train carriage, looking at the hands in my lap. My face was still pale from my retching. Only when the train stopped did I look up, and as it turned out we were not in the capital, but some small town. My gaze returned to my lap, until the door burst open. I looked up sharply with just my eyes, then turned my head to the window.
"Still angry at me dear?" the man smirked.
"Did you not freeze in the north?"
"Did you not shrivel in the south?"
"Why are you here?"
"I came for your marriage baby sister, course I'm going to be here when you get wed."
"I can't really kick you off the train can I?"
"No you can't dear," he slumped into the seat across from me, and put his feet on the seat to my right.
"How much do you know about that Prince of Dusk?"
"Only bad things."
"You don't have to go through with the marriage."
"No, I do."
"You don't," he tried to sound assertive, but it was lost on me.
"If it's going to take one last sacrifice to stop this war then I don't care if it is me."
"You have too big a heart sis; in the end you let too many people in, you'd probably take the devil in if you thought there was a shred of decency left in him."
"It's not him I care for, it's the people of our country."

Location: Xilef's Quarters; the Castle of Illusion
He yawned, showing off his fangs. Opening his eyes his pupils flickered through a few different stages before sticking on a more human-like circle.
"Sire Xilef, are you feeling better?" He sat up, then ruffled his hair. Cocking his head he looked at the servant through his amber eyes.
"Where's Luc?"
"He's gone. He told us to answer to your every request."
"Is there no god out there for saving people?" he barely whispered.
"Lord Xilef?"
"My throat is sore."
"Here," she handed over a cup. Taking a sip he purred as he realised that it was warm milk and honey. His head finally cleared, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his bare chest and his long shorts.
"How long have you been sat in here?"
"Master Lucifer told us to be on your beck and call."
"You're blushing."
"So what if I am," she turned slightly.
"You see something you like?" he smiled, flicking his tongue out.
"You don't have time for this," she lent forwards, "You still want to tell Master something."
"What day is it?"
"The fifteenth."
"You're right, I don't have time for this, everything happens tomorrow."
"What's going to happen to Master?"
"The end if things go wrong."