#{ Lilith Altalune tag pending. }

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☣ — "That's correct." Body remains in a kneeling position. Royal blue irises casted downwards, not even bothering to look up towards the woman of amethyst colored hair due to the fact he could never view himself on her level. He was a mere servant, while she was the Empress of an entire nation that placed their trust into her hands and depended on her for guidance.

☣ — It was obvious. The way that he presented himself to others was never anything more than someone who was willing to follow orders of those that he deemed a higher priority than his own well-being, thus making him a handy tool. "You have my apologies for my lack of caution when approaching you, and if you wish to serve out a punishment befitting someone like me then I shall not protest against it and will accept whatever you decide. I will be sure to learn from my actions today, that way I don't make the same mistake. I am not accustom to the way things work here. This is no one's fault but my own." His voice is low when he speaks, almost as if he is trying to make himself sound more apologetic and sincere than his usual flat tone of voice.

☣ — "If you wish to permit me my request then I will do as you say. I will not linger any longer than I am allowed." Gaze finally lifts just enough to see the expression of the woman standing before him. A reprieve, if this was something that someone could call such a thing. "I will do everything in my power to respect the laws of your land while I am here, so long as you don't mind correcting me whenever I do something that displeases you."

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤSpring.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe repetition comes in a cycle.ㅤThe most beautiful of them all,ㅤyet the one that has the most sharp thorns dwelling in the shadows a past that stretchers itself into branches towards the future.ㅤA gentle smile is drawn,ㅤas if the finest artist had drawn the best of their works onto a canvas that once was devoid of any fleeting emotion.

ㅤㅤIt doesn’t last.ㅤA raven flickers it’s wings between the two as if was in dire distress of them making distance flapping its wings for seconds that transpire tolling by a grandfather clock nearby,ㅤuntil it rests into the forearm of the woman.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤMy guards lacked decorum for not announcing your visit,ㅤbut your insistence in coming right into my home with the intention of knowing me could create a ruckus if someone were to learn about it.ㅤSurely you would know about it,ㅤthus the intention of branching the back gate.ㅤIt’s a dead eye.ㅤTyr's customs are something else.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA clever movement,ㅤperhaps she should try to guard them in a different way rather than letting more people get hurt in the resultanting protection.

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIf they are to blame of your insolence or not that’s for me to decide.ㅤThere are laws one must subject to in this land.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤStrict comes the intonation that draws the line between one and another.ㅤA forced exhale,ㅤthe woman turns back to the insides of Infelia.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIf such is your desire to learn more about someone as me,ㅤI shall indulge and your curiosity with the condition that at dusk you must return to Strelitzia.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

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🐇 — OH... HOW HE HAD COWERED AT THE SUDDEN SENSATION OF A CROW LANDING WITHIN STANDS OF FLUFFY WHITE HAIR. Hands immediately rising to cover his face in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the small ball of black feathers to avoid any type of harm, rather than try to fight the off the flying creature once it had come into his personal space. He was a gentle soul after all.

🐇 — Hands littered with various scars, EARNED FROM ALL OF THE YEARS OF WORKING AS A SLAVE WITHIN THE UNDERGROUND MINES OF THE TYR EMPIRE IN ORDER TO SPARE HIS SIBLINGS, somewhat fresh blisters still present on his knuckles. Unable to help but flinch at the other's hands coming near his face, surely a result from the repeated cycle of abuse he had suffered from, only causing him to squeeze his eyes shut ever tighter. And while he remains that way for a few moments, once the woman speaks, he begins to slowly open his eyes once more. Finally choosing to lower his hands so that they no longer hid red-magenta eyes (clearly displaying the look of caution within) from sight so he was now able to get a better view of the other who had come to aid him in his time of feathery distress, immediately noticing just how beautiful she was in all of her gentle and magnificent splendor, subconsciously wringing his hands as she continued to speak to him. "I was... I was more afraid... o-of injuring them rather than... rather than them injuring... me."

🐇 — FLUFFY WHITE EARS SLOWLY LOWERING INTO A TIMID POSITION, almost as if he were waiting to be scolded (or even punished) for wandering about himself. "I... I'm sorry that I... wandered in here without... p-permission. I just saw... saw some animals and I... I really like animals so I... I followed them."

ㅤㅤTo become the protector and the nurturer.ㅤㅤA symphony of clumsy limbs take the little black fledgling into the cradling made by the two bare hands away from the colorful threads of hair from the other,ㅤnot before removing twigs and a leaf perpetrated by the animal and it’s doing.

ㅤAmidst the core of the Garden,ㅤthere is a brilliant greenhouse where the eggs of the birds that normally fly free in the lands of Paradise are encountered,ㅤgraced by the gentle mantle of the gold of the sun.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI apologize for this rash behaviour of mine,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe absence of appearances crackles in that moment,ㅤunseen and unheard by anyone else.ㅤNeither the Empress,ㅤnor the young woman,ㅤare seen in such an embarrassing moment.ㅤBrought back by senses for those sounds made by the animals she raised and looking away like she’s about to scold every last one of them as they fly away from having pestering a little too much than they should have,ㅤthe comforting embrace of knowing the little one was safe made the woman walk a few steps away,ㅤletting the animal rest in a nearby nest.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤthey don’t behave like this normally.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤThe twirl of the dress announces that the woman has moved once again and now faces the company.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThey usually ignore everyone else.ㅤHave they injured you @chronosbled ?ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

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☣ — ROYAL BLUE IRISES BORDERED WITH CRIMSON ARE SLOW TO MAKE THEIR WAY TOWARD THE PURPLE-HAIRED WOMAN. Large body remains where it stands. Hands that were once curled around another's shirt collar are now at his sides, seemingly listening to her words without hesitation, or perhaps because he simply had no reason to disobey her request. Regardless of whatever the true reason may be... it doesn't seem like it'll serve as much of an issue. Hence why he remains silent as the other continues to speak.

☣ — Perhaps coming here was a mistake in it's own, THOUGH THAT MUCH HE COULDN'T REALLY BE CERTAIN OF IF HE WERE TO THINK ABOUT IT HIMSELF DUE TO HIS LACK OF SELF WILL. Yet here he was — consciously making the choice to visit the so-called Empress of Pandemonium, not simply to check on her, but to actively gauge whether or not she lived up to her role. Did she rule better than those within the Tyr Empire? Did she know how to prevent the things that happened within the shadows, or did she pretend to be oblivious?

☣ — "Spring." ONE SINGULAR WORD COMES FORTH FROM THE RAVEN'S MOUTH. It was all that was needed to answer her question. His body finally turns to face the shorter female, eyes casted downward towards her in order to meet her gaze. Though he does take a moment to kneel before her out of respect for her position. "I come simply to see who the Empress of Pandemonium is. To observe and learn what I can about you." It was clear that he chose to ignore the comment about violence, but he would be sure to make a mental note of it in the very least. "I do not come here under the orders of the Black Rose, so they are not accountable for my actions."

☣ — "You may address me as Wolfsbane until we are further acquainted, dear empress."

ㅤㅤThe sound of ravens and crows alike creating havoc had beckoning the purple haired woman to that place.ㅤThose features were unmistakably familiar.ㅤThe rumors do run wild in the many of the courts not only in Pandemonium,ㅤbut in many other places,ㅤthe descriptions match every inch of each beat that accompanies the word.ㅤIt seems like everything is a piece of a puzzle they have to arrange to keep everything correct.ㅤIt was devastatingly obnoxious.

ㅤㅤAt the same time that an action was to mark the beginning of something,ㅤveils of silver  realized the crest on the uniform that decorated the body of the black haired man that stood in the entrance.ㅤParts of her understoodㅤ—ㅤmany royal faces escaped the maws of fate ending up in the petals of the faction;ㅤfor a minute,ㅤshe keep roving palms until a pressure made her wake up to reality.ㅤThat was one of the main reasons that was alive.ㅤIf she could,ㅤshe would run too.

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThe guards are inadequate lately to receive guests.ㅤPay them no mind.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤAs if that were possible,ㅤsince they were laying in the floor.ㅤAn exhale like a mother that is about to scold her children.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤWhich one of the Seasons have chosen youㅤ?ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThe femme spoke clearly without hesitation,ㅤcontrasting the body language that rectify itself in a few seconds.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI’d like my halls spared from any violence,ㅤif possible.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤWhat brings you to Infelia of all places of the world,ㅤㅤ@chronosbledㅤlittle flowerㅤ?ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ