[ lumine studies him a little intently, wondering if he'll look away again if she tries to meet his gaze. when he doesn't, her smile grows and she walks past him, back into the hallways of the palace. ]
I haven't in all of my travels. But each world will always have something other worlds don't.
[ in this case, a flower that blooms in the darkness of the underground and turns into dust after being plucked. also, mages who seem to have the ability to summon travelers like her and her brother. the world truly is a strange one with its own laws and rules that attempt to bind and shackle her.
or is it its way of telling her to settle and establish her roots in this place?
she pauses in the middle of the corridor, looking as if she's waiting for dainsleif. but it's not long before she chooses another direction, heading down a path towards some unknown location in the palace—or so it seems. her gaze only briefly flickers at the arched windows that lead out into the garden, the inteyvat twinkling in that small space. ]
The palace gate is this way, isn't it? The one that leads out into the city?
[ unique, then, are their inteyvat flowers. the answer should be one to be expected, but it is one, instead, that gives rise to a sense of pride in him. flowers that only grow in khaenri'ah, flowers that reject the notion of being away from their home. in a way, he finds himself the same. someone who, given the chance to be away from home, would miss it dearly. may that day never come.
those ocean-blue eyes of his fall on the flowers one last time, and he turns to their guest. ]
So you remember. Come along.
[ he catches up to her, then, and it is the same as before: quiet steps, carefully measured. he's far taller, after all.
it is only now that she has earned two points with him that he brings himself to mention one important thing. ]
You haven't told me your name.
[ neither has anyone else, apparently, but he won't think about it. ]
[ if it helps, she remembers certain ways around the palace: to the throne room, to her quarters, to the gates. as long as she has a point of reference, she won't entirely get lost—at least, until she's managed to find a path that's unknown to her. then that's another problem she'd have to deal with.
hence the request for a map, one that's yet to be granted after all this time.
lumine watches him walk past her before she trails after him once more, steps quick at first before slowing down when she's managed to catch up to his side. as usual, his consideration for their differences in height is much appreciated. ]
You finally decided to ask.
[ not that it's an actual question, but it's pointedly implied, anyway. it also tells her that no one else had decided to share what her name is; was it because it didn't matter to them?
she moves in front of him, walking backwards so she can see his face. ]
If I tell you my name, will you use it and not call me "princess" like the rest?
[ the map is not a request that will be granted. content yourself with your escort, your highness.
she is, he has noticed, an energetic one. she fits right in with their people, but finds, too, that she's much like the sun. warm, radiant, bright. khaenri'ahns do not see the sun often, if at all. she's a change of pace, fresh air in the underground of their nation. if one stares for too long, they'll go blind.
dainsleif looks away often enough. she's nothing like him. he wears blacks, she adorns whites. her eyes are golden like the morning sky, his are blue for the evening sky. sun, then moon.
he's not used to being teased. ]
Have I called you "princess" up until now?
[ the answer is no, nonetheless. ]
You are not of Khaenri'ah blood, nor do you hail from this world. Being so readily bestowed a title and a position in a nation you don't know must not be comfortable for you. Is it?
but ah, he looked away again. unwillingness to answer like before, perhaps? or is there another reason? it's oh-so-tempting to prod him a little further for an answer, but how much trouble would that get her, she wonders? lumine wants to test it out anyway, taking a step forward instead of back, letting their gap close even just for a step.
a question for a question—or in this case, questions. a deflection of her request. is that his response to her, then? ]
I wouldn't say it's discomfort.
[ they've been called many things during their travels, after all. and it isn't as if ... lumine shakes her head, smiling faintly and clasping her hands behind her back. fine, she'll answer his question for now. ]
But there's so much pressure that accompanies such a title, isn't it? I'm merely a traveler, after all, and yet, people expect so much of me when I've yet done anything.
[ expectations that she herself has no idea yet. ] Besides, wouldn't you yourself prefer to be called Dainsleif than Knight Captain?
[ she's not wrong in her assessment. it is, after all, his own opinion as well. how should one behave when bestowed the title and position of a royal princess in a nation she does not know, a nation she has sought for shelter, a nation whose national flower she was not even aware of? whatever reasons their king and mages had for such a summoning, had they considered her own feelings on it?
his steps come to a stop once she walks forward instead of backwards. captain of the guard as he is, dainsleif doesn't step back, for there is no threat in this — and even if there were, what could she do, half his size?
blue on gold. he muses her question. ]
There is a difference between our roles. It was of my own choosing to join the Royal Guard, and of my own skill that I was promoted captain. It's only expected that I'm referred to by my title more than my own name.
[ there's pride in it. this is something he wields with honor. ]
But it is as you said. You haven't done anything yet. What weight holds a title if the wielder doesn't have the skills to prove themselves?
truth be told, she has no idea what kind of princess they want her to be, what role they want her to play. a stranger for a nation's figurehead is, well, strange; if that's all they needed, then why not nominate someone from the ruling family, one who holds more familiarity with khaenri'ah than someone disconnected to it?
but his question, rhetorical as it is, strikes a nerve in her. it's frustrating already, having to figure out what the king wants from her and aether. but surely, it's because of something that she has. ]
You'll have to ask your king what skills he wishes for me to demonstrate, then.
[ lumine curtseys with effortless grace, leg smoothly bending at the knees and fingers lightly holding onto her skirt, head perfectly angled to a bow. as if she's been doing something like this her whole life.
when she once more straightens to her full height, her smile is just a little sharper at the edges. ]
[ indeed, he thinks. he will have to ask their king what his intentions are with their new guest. why princess, and not something else? is there a need for a stranger to inherit the kingdom? could they not sire a child themselves? would they treat her and her brother as their own children?
he can't figure them out. this out, whatever this is. a stranger with no khaenri'ahn blood on her veins — would their people even want such a thing? how does he, himself, feel about it?
blue on gold. she's so much like the sun, but khaenri'ahns have no need for it. would, then, she be needed for their peaceful and prideful kingdom? ]
Can a princess truly come to love and care for a nation she was not born in, then?
[ if this is what it comes down to: could she care for khaenri'ah as she would her own homeland? what lengths would she go to protect it? ]
[ honest and noble, his love unwavering for his own nation and people.
perhaps that's why he's the captain of the royal guards. and perhaps that's also the reason why the king posted him as her escort. not so much as to keep an eye on her or put her under surveillance; perhaps he wishes for her to emulate such passion towards khaenri'ah.
if so, then isn't it too much of a tall order to ask of her? the heart of a traveler can be fleeting, as short-lived as the trip to the next world that offers her more exciting wonders. ]
If she's given a reason, I suppose.
[ but what reason has she been given so far? its adoring citizens? its obliging rulers? its pride as a city governed by men and not gods? ]
And what would you do if she were to fail in that regard, Knight Captain? Would you point your sword at her, the girl you're tasked to protect?
[ this is not a question he takes his time musing over. it is a question he knows the answer well, something he might have thought about before, at night, under a sky that does not exist.
when he watches her here, it is in an attempt to find a hidden threat. he does not, and instead, dainsleif is left wondering: is this guilt? is this fear of failure, that she'd come to disappoint those who look up to her? would she want to be put down, to avoid shame, to avoid reality, to avoid the disappointment?
this, too, is not something he can get a read on. ]
My sword strikes those who pose a threat to my nation. I have been tasked to protect Khaenri'ah. It does not matter from who.
[ and with that, dainsleif takes a step to the side, and resumes walking. ]
[ lumine watches him walk past her, his strides steadfast and purposeful. seemingly unwilling to allow her to catch up, given their differences in height.
it's such a lonely path to take, the path of loyalty and fealty to one's country. after all, it shackles a person down to their duties, to the obligation of protecting an ideal. and more often than not, the ending is quite tragic; heroic, because who dies a martyr but is not revered as one, but tragic all the same.
too bad, she thinks. guys married to their jobs are often a pain to deal with.
with a sigh and a helpless smile, she follows after him, quickening her pace until she manages to come to. really, he could stand to wait for his charge; it's his job, after all. ]
I bet you're popular with your knights. [ subordinates tend to look up to their superiors when they wax poetic on codes of honor. ] I suppose you've never dated anyone before, then?
[ at the very least, he does default to the same pace as before once she catches up. walking away had simply been a way to let go of the topic at hand, because what's more to say? dainsleif might not recognize her as their princess, might not truly trust her yet. not her character, not as a representative of khaenri'ah. but he's not about threatening her, not willing to talk what ifs on scenarios that could possibly not come to happen.
she is, however, gifted. his steps falter for a moment; he does not stop walking, but for a moment, he was tempted to. ]
What?
[ ... ? surely he has heard it wrong. surely their to-be princess hasn't asked him about his personal life. surely. he shoots her a look for a moment, and the confusion is, for once, clear on his features. ]
[ lumine's starting to learn a few things about him in the span of time since they've meet a while ago: very stern and serious, but easily embarrassed; also, he's not very skillful at completely hiding his thoughts, which means that he's far too honest for his own good. one would think schooling his expression is something he's mastered as the captain of the royal guard.
but then, she also thinks that he's never had someone like her to deal with. he must have a lot of questions to ask his king later on, starting with "why her?" ]
You seem like a very diligent and responsible guy and your loyalty is very admirable. Normally, that would be very attractive. [ for a puppy, maybe ... ] But that also means you're the type who would be preoccupied with work that you'd have reasons why you couldn't make it home for dinner.
[ an emergency, a task, a mission from the king—the excuses can be endless if one puts their mind to it. ]
Worse comes to worst, too, you'd choose Khaenri'ah over your partner out of your duty.
[ she talks, then. goes on, and on, and he thinks: this is absurd.
it is, ultimately, a good read on him. yes, he's diligent. yes, he's responsible. yes, of course he's loyal — what knight captain of a kingdom's royal guard would not be? he had sworn an oath to khaenri'ah when he entered the guard, many moons ago, then sworn another when he had been promoted captain. never before he has met someone who would see it as a bad thing.
(she doesn't say it, though, that it's bad, but it's almost implied, and it's how dainsleif reads her.)
the matters of the heart are not ones he's experienced in, let alone ones he has given any thought.
you would choose khaenri'ah over your partner. would he?
his steps finally come to a stop. ]
... [ no answer. he's thinking on it, seriously. ] If Khaenri'ah falls, what home is there for my partner to return to? If it falls, they would lose what they have as well. Family, friends. Memories.
[ blue on gold, again. this time, his eyes show the fierceness in his response. ]
In choosing Khaenri'ah, does that not mean I am choosing my partner as well?
[ lumine hears his footsteps falter until they completely stop. she's struck a nerve, and she doesn't even need to stop and turn around to see what she's dealing with. she already knows, hence her even pace, her footsteps not stopping.
the answers he gives her are very much expected; she wasn't at all surprised. really, her impression of him remains and she doesn't think it'll change anytime soon.
her footsteps finally pause when he pins on her the last question, and she slowly turns around to face him. the king should be proud of his knight, she thinks; he's someone who will willingly die for the royal family, for the country, who will abandon everything he has for the nation.
head canting slightly to one side, the smile she puts on has a weary but amused lilt to it. ]
Everything you've said only proves my point further, Captain.
[ that he's never dated anyone before, that he'll choose khaenri'ah over anyone out of loyalty. guys married to their work truly are a pain to deal with. ]
But like I said, diligence and loyalty can be quite attractive to others, so I'm sure you'll be fine.
[ this is... a weird spot to be in. she's an anomaly in teyvat, a traveler from the stars. she's radiant like the sun, and the sun doesn't shine in khaenri'ah. perhaps, he thinks, this is why he doesn't know how to deal with her. but all living beings thrive in sunlight. he's no exception.
he resumes his steps. a name is still not given. he thinks then, he hasn't earned it.
a strike for him. how have the tables turned. ]
I will keep it in mind.
[ it's a genuine statement. he'll ruminate, cogitate, muse the words spoken to him. is there fault in his ways? he's an excellent knight, an outstanding captain. does he fail as a person, or someone with a lack of empathy?
had his statement about striking down the princess in favor of khaenri'ah's safety been so wrong?
and because this is dainsleif, a curious soul at birth: ]
What would the correct answer be, for you? Do you not value the protection of your homeland over the feelings you may have for another?
[ she too resumes her steps, hoping she'll be allowed to move past the topic as he had earlier. but maybe that's wishful thinking on her end, her own question turned and posed on her. all lumine can do is throw her head back and chuckle, hands once more clasped behind her back.
how would he react if she were to say that she's willing to abandon a world and allow it to burn so long as she has the one person important to her? how worse could his impression of her get? ]
There's no correct answer.
[ a truth and a lie, because each person has their own brand of selfishness. a part of their nature that they can't deny. ]
All it tells me is that we're very much different from each other. So much so that I think you wouldn't like to hear my own thoughts on the matter.
[ another smile, before she hastens her steps, stretching her arms above her head when she finally steps foot just outside the palace entrance. the mages have kept her inside the palace for so long, imploring her to wait until she's gotten an escort at least.
there's no strikes given. she's allowed to have her own opinion, and he finds no threats for the safety of his nation here. she is, after all, not their princess. he does not recognize her as such, and does not find the need to turn against her.
a nation, or a loved one? her brother must be lucky.
the guards at the palace's gates salute dainsleif, who nods at them to allow them leave. khaenri'ah, outside the palace, is vast as any other land. for all that it's found underground, it's still bright, with lamps scattered all over. the grass, trees, birds — all made with khemia. there are buildings, houses, archways. into the distance, there are people going about their day, without a care in the world.
it is, no matter what, beautiful. peaceful. the pride of humankind. his answer, if it ever wavered, would find its strength again at the sight. ]
Is there anything you want to see? People will look at you no matter where you go.
[ the sight of the city makes her wonder why she's even here, what reason was she and her brother pulled into this world. it's peaceful yet lively, a city like any other, full of people going about their day. there's no sign of conflict, of any kind of brewing or imminent war. it's ... well, a pretty normal day in a pretty normal city.
it's a sight that her brother would've loved to see, too. ]
I'm used to being looked at.
[ it's one of the occupational hazards of being a traveler; she will always stand out anywhere like a sore thumb, her features often different and unique compared to those around her.
she tilts her head when she hears laughter and music, voices ringing somewhere from a distance. by instinct, she grabs dainsleif's arm as she would her brother's, dragging him to the source of the noise. ]
I suppose we could always start where people gather.
[ it's understandable that she is; an anomaly everywhere she goes, it's within human nature to be curious. he wonders for a moment if it's not exhausting to be the center of attention every time, if she'd rather hide away in the quietude of peace, away from prying and curious eyes. it is a question he's curious about (as he is about many a thing, especially when it comes to her), a question he'd then have asked—
but each and every time, she surprises him.
it's hardly that dainsleif would consider himself touch-repulsed. he is not. but not many people do it, and the touch of the sun can burn. it's sudden, and warm, and like all living things, they thrive under it. she pulls him along, and dainsleif doesn't have half the mind to pull away from the touch.
the music brings them to a gathering that is almost festival-like. it had been humbly, if not prematurely made, with colorful hangings that go from house to house, lamp to lamp. there's music, there's dancing, there's fresh smell of food. it's a celebration, and considering the happenings of that exquisite, unusual day, it doesn't take a genius to know what they're celebrating.
this, too, is outside of his comfort zone. ]
Hmph. I suppose news travel fast if one is willing to listen. [ people talk, and they love to do so. there had never been an urgency to keep her arrival a secret. ] They're celebrating the birth of a new princess.
communication is the first step to a good and healthy relationship. and as he's not complaining, well, she can easily assume that he's all for it—even if she can tell from his expression that he's not too keen on being touched and/or the idea of going to this gathering of sorts. his loss for not speaking out, really.
but even after reaching the streets, her hand on his arm remains, her pace simply slowing down to admire the decorations. there's laughter and cheer all around, contagious and boisterous, bringing a smile to her lips. it only fades a little, softening at the edges, when he remarks on what the festivities are all about just as a child approaches her.
briefly letting go of dainsleif, lumine crouches to the child's height, accepting the fistful of flowers they offer her. ]
There's a story I've read in another world, [ she says softly just as more people approach her, shaking her hands and touching her skirt and offering greetings and well-wishes. ] About a princess whose birth was celebrated by the entire kingdom.
[ her hand brushes on top of a little girl's head, who lets out a burst of delighted laughter. ]
In the end, she was sacrificed to the monster terrorizing their land by the same people who celebrated her birth. Tragic, isn't it?
[ she's as well-received as he had thought she would be.
they praise her, offer her gifts, pour their hearts out for her. it is, at face-value, a beautiful sight to see. she stands out as she blends in, almost as though she has always meant to be there, in that spot, surrounded by their people, and this thought, too, is absurd. somewhere along the way, dainsleif had looked elsewhere.
even when she speaks, his eyes are not on her. he watches their people, so full of joy and innocence. such lively celebrations do not suit his person, a man clad in so many blacks among the most colorful decorations. he would not say there's discomfort in this; he has simply accepted the reality that he belongs elsewhere far better.
he listens with care, as always. it is only when she's finished that dainsleif looks at her again. ]
Is that a concern you have for your own future?
[ what is not said, between the lines, is: do you think khaenri'ah would sacrifice you? ]
surely, there must be a reason for their presence in this world, the title bestowed on her. even the celebration currently being held in her honor represents an unspoken expectation pressing down on her shoulders. what it is, she's never been told, kept in the dark until perhaps the final moment when her duty is finally revealed.
in any case, she says nothing in response and simply smiles, tiptoeing and reaching out to put a crown of flowers on his head. khemia-made, she can tell from how artificial they feel under her fingertips, but they're beautiful all the same, woven by sincere hands.
once she's done admiring her handiwork on his head, she holds out a hand to him once more. ]
As my escort, shouldn't you be showing me around?
[ he can at least pretend to play the role of a willing royal guard, even if she knows it's a responsibility he doesn't wish to be burdened with. ]
[ the lack of response isn't entirely unexpected. it will be something to ponder about, food for thought when she lays at nights and reflects on her day. she does not know khaenri'ah like he does, does not know the people who so proudly call her their princess. she has no reasons to really trust them, no reasons to have a bond with them. he does not fault her for it.
the same can't be said for everything else that follows.
he needs not look at the flowers to know they would look far better on her head. the motion makes him pause, almost freeze. time and time again, she does things he's not used to, things no one has ever dared do. the teasing, the touching, the boldness. all of his years as a knight of the royal guard, and the years as knight captain hasn't prepared him for a girl with golden hair and a smile that could blind someone.
for once, he doesn't reject the motion as much as he simply does what anyone else would've done. the crown, he takes from his head, and places it on her head instead. there's a faint red color on his cheeks as he does so. much, much better.
dainsleif clears his throat. ]
We can walk through the city. It will help you familiarize yourself with the streets.
[ it's the easiest escape route, after all. he turns, and begins walking elsewhere. he's far from being the best choice for escort. ]
[ if she's noticed the flush on his cheeks despite his attempt at nonchalance, she says nothing about it.
instead, she simply giggles when the crown is returned to her, plopped onto her head like it's meant to be there all along. but it doesn't stay there for too long, lumine tugging it down and placing it on top of another girl's head, the same one who had offered it to her in the first place.
her smile unwavering, she carefully arranges it so it doesn't fall down before she gives her a little wink and a curtsy. ]
A princess should have her crown, after all.
[ lumine quickly departs, walking after dainsleif before the rest of the crowd accosts her and keeps her from her tour of the city. then again, she doesn't think she'll be able to completely avoid them, not when the entire city seems to be involved in the festivities.
perhaps she should speak to the king about this, about celebrations held for a princess that's not of this nation. ]
It doesn't seem like everyone here is of Khaenri'ahn descent ... [ her head cants to one side, peering at some of the passers-by. ] Some of them don't have that star in their eyes.
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I haven't in all of my travels. But each world will always have something other worlds don't.
[ in this case, a flower that blooms in the darkness of the underground and turns into dust after being plucked. also, mages who seem to have the ability to summon travelers like her and her brother. the world truly is a strange one with its own laws and rules that attempt to bind and shackle her.
or is it its way of telling her to settle and establish her roots in this place?
she pauses in the middle of the corridor, looking as if she's waiting for dainsleif. but it's not long before she chooses another direction, heading down a path towards some unknown location in the palace—or so it seems. her gaze only briefly flickers at the arched windows that lead out into the garden, the inteyvat twinkling in that small space. ]
The palace gate is this way, isn't it? The one that leads out into the city?
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those ocean-blue eyes of his fall on the flowers one last time, and he turns to their guest. ]
So you remember. Come along.
[ he catches up to her, then, and it is the same as before: quiet steps, carefully measured. he's far taller, after all.
it is only now that she has earned two points with him that he brings himself to mention one important thing. ]
You haven't told me your name.
[ neither has anyone else, apparently, but he won't think about it. ]
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hence the request for a map, one that's yet to be granted after all this time.
lumine watches him walk past her before she trails after him once more, steps quick at first before slowing down when she's managed to catch up to his side. as usual, his consideration for their differences in height is much appreciated. ]
You finally decided to ask.
[ not that it's an actual question, but it's pointedly implied, anyway. it also tells her that no one else had decided to share what her name is; was it because it didn't matter to them?
she moves in front of him, walking backwards so she can see his face. ]
If I tell you my name, will you use it and not call me "princess" like the rest?
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she is, he has noticed, an energetic one. she fits right in with their people, but finds, too, that she's much like the sun. warm, radiant, bright. khaenri'ahns do not see the sun often, if at all. she's a change of pace, fresh air in the underground of their nation. if one stares for too long, they'll go blind.
dainsleif looks away often enough. she's nothing like him. he wears blacks, she adorns whites. her eyes are golden like the morning sky, his are blue for the evening sky. sun, then moon.
he's not used to being teased. ]
Have I called you "princess" up until now?
[ the answer is no, nonetheless. ]
You are not of Khaenri'ah blood, nor do you hail from this world. Being so readily bestowed a title and a position in a nation you don't know must not be comfortable for you. Is it?
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but ah, he looked away again. unwillingness to answer like before, perhaps? or is there another reason? it's oh-so-tempting to prod him a little further for an answer, but how much trouble would that get her, she wonders? lumine wants to test it out anyway, taking a step forward instead of back, letting their gap close even just for a step.
a question for a question—or in this case, questions. a deflection of her request. is that his response to her, then? ]
I wouldn't say it's discomfort.
[ they've been called many things during their travels, after all. and it isn't as if ... lumine shakes her head, smiling faintly and clasping her hands behind her back. fine, she'll answer his question for now. ]
But there's so much pressure that accompanies such a title, isn't it? I'm merely a traveler, after all, and yet, people expect so much of me when I've yet done anything.
[ expectations that she herself has no idea yet. ] Besides, wouldn't you yourself prefer to be called Dainsleif than Knight Captain?
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his steps come to a stop once she walks forward instead of backwards. captain of the guard as he is, dainsleif doesn't step back, for there is no threat in this — and even if there were, what could she do, half his size?
blue on gold. he muses her question. ]
There is a difference between our roles. It was of my own choosing to join the Royal Guard, and of my own skill that I was promoted captain. It's only expected that I'm referred to by my title more than my own name.
[ there's pride in it. this is something he wields with honor. ]
But it is as you said. You haven't done anything yet. What weight holds a title if the wielder doesn't have the skills to prove themselves?
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truth be told, she has no idea what kind of princess they want her to be, what role they want her to play. a stranger for a nation's figurehead is, well, strange; if that's all they needed, then why not nominate someone from the ruling family, one who holds more familiarity with khaenri'ah than someone disconnected to it?
but his question, rhetorical as it is, strikes a nerve in her. it's frustrating already, having to figure out what the king wants from her and aether. but surely, it's because of something that she has. ]
You'll have to ask your king what skills he wishes for me to demonstrate, then.
[ lumine curtseys with effortless grace, leg smoothly bending at the knees and fingers lightly holding onto her skirt, head perfectly angled to a bow. as if she's been doing something like this her whole life.
when she once more straightens to her full height, her smile is just a little sharper at the edges. ]
A princess can be many things, after all.
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he can't figure them out. this out, whatever this is. a stranger with no khaenri'ahn blood on her veins — would their people even want such a thing? how does he, himself, feel about it?
blue on gold. she's so much like the sun, but khaenri'ahns have no need for it. would, then, she be needed for their peaceful and prideful kingdom? ]
Can a princess truly come to love and care for a nation she was not born in, then?
[ if this is what it comes down to: could she care for khaenri'ah as she would her own homeland? what lengths would she go to protect it? ]
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perhaps that's why he's the captain of the royal guards. and perhaps that's also the reason why the king posted him as her escort. not so much as to keep an eye on her or put her under surveillance; perhaps he wishes for her to emulate such passion towards khaenri'ah.
if so, then isn't it too much of a tall order to ask of her? the heart of a traveler can be fleeting, as short-lived as the trip to the next world that offers her more exciting wonders. ]
If she's given a reason, I suppose.
[ but what reason has she been given so far? its adoring citizens? its obliging rulers? its pride as a city governed by men and not gods? ]
And what would you do if she were to fail in that regard, Knight Captain? Would you point your sword at her, the girl you're tasked to protect?
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when he watches her here, it is in an attempt to find a hidden threat. he does not, and instead, dainsleif is left wondering: is this guilt? is this fear of failure, that she'd come to disappoint those who look up to her? would she want to be put down, to avoid shame, to avoid reality, to avoid the disappointment?
this, too, is not something he can get a read on. ]
My sword strikes those who pose a threat to my nation. I have been tasked to protect Khaenri'ah. It does not matter from who.
[ and with that, dainsleif takes a step to the side, and resumes walking. ]
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it's such a lonely path to take, the path of loyalty and fealty to one's country. after all, it shackles a person down to their duties, to the obligation of protecting an ideal. and more often than not, the ending is quite tragic; heroic, because who dies a martyr but is not revered as one, but tragic all the same.
too bad, she thinks. guys married to their jobs are often a pain to deal with.
with a sigh and a helpless smile, she follows after him, quickening her pace until she manages to come to. really, he could stand to wait for his charge; it's his job, after all. ]
I bet you're popular with your knights. [ subordinates tend to look up to their superiors when they wax poetic on codes of honor. ] I suppose you've never dated anyone before, then?
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she is, however, gifted. his steps falter for a moment; he does not stop walking, but for a moment, he was tempted to. ]
What?
[ ... ? surely he has heard it wrong. surely their to-be princess hasn't asked him about his personal life. surely. he shoots her a look for a moment, and the confusion is, for once, clear on his features. ]
I fail to see how that relates to anything else.
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Oh, it relates to a lot of things.
[ lumine's starting to learn a few things about him in the span of time since they've meet a while ago: very stern and serious, but easily embarrassed; also, he's not very skillful at completely hiding his thoughts, which means that he's far too honest for his own good. one would think schooling his expression is something he's mastered as the captain of the royal guard.
but then, she also thinks that he's never had someone like her to deal with. he must have a lot of questions to ask his king later on, starting with "why her?" ]
You seem like a very diligent and responsible guy and your loyalty is very admirable. Normally, that would be very attractive. [ for a puppy, maybe ... ] But that also means you're the type who would be preoccupied with work that you'd have reasons why you couldn't make it home for dinner.
[ an emergency, a task, a mission from the king—the excuses can be endless if one puts their mind to it. ]
Worse comes to worst, too, you'd choose Khaenri'ah over your partner out of your duty.
[ she glances at him sideways. ] Am I wrong?
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it is, ultimately, a good read on him. yes, he's diligent. yes, he's responsible. yes, of course he's loyal — what knight captain of a kingdom's royal guard would not be? he had sworn an oath to khaenri'ah when he entered the guard, many moons ago, then sworn another when he had been promoted captain. never before he has met someone who would see it as a bad thing.
(she doesn't say it, though, that it's bad, but it's almost implied, and it's how dainsleif reads her.)
the matters of the heart are not ones he's experienced in, let alone ones he has given any thought.
you would choose khaenri'ah over your partner. would he?
his steps finally come to a stop. ]
... [ no answer. he's thinking on it, seriously. ] If Khaenri'ah falls, what home is there for my partner to return to? If it falls, they would lose what they have as well. Family, friends. Memories.
[ blue on gold, again. this time, his eyes show the fierceness in his response. ]
In choosing Khaenri'ah, does that not mean I am choosing my partner as well?
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the answers he gives her are very much expected; she wasn't at all surprised. really, her impression of him remains and she doesn't think it'll change anytime soon.
her footsteps finally pause when he pins on her the last question, and she slowly turns around to face him. the king should be proud of his knight, she thinks; he's someone who will willingly die for the royal family, for the country, who will abandon everything he has for the nation.
head canting slightly to one side, the smile she puts on has a weary but amused lilt to it. ]
Everything you've said only proves my point further, Captain.
[ that he's never dated anyone before, that he'll choose khaenri'ah over anyone out of loyalty. guys married to their work truly are a pain to deal with. ]
But like I said, diligence and loyalty can be quite attractive to others, so I'm sure you'll be fine.
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he resumes his steps. a name is still not given. he thinks then, he hasn't earned it.
a strike for him. how have the tables turned. ]
I will keep it in mind.
[ it's a genuine statement. he'll ruminate, cogitate, muse the words spoken to him. is there fault in his ways? he's an excellent knight, an outstanding captain. does he fail as a person, or someone with a lack of empathy?
had his statement about striking down the princess in favor of khaenri'ah's safety been so wrong?
and because this is dainsleif, a curious soul at birth: ]
What would the correct answer be, for you? Do you not value the protection of your homeland over the feelings you may have for another?
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how would he react if she were to say that she's willing to abandon a world and allow it to burn so long as she has the one person important to her? how worse could his impression of her get? ]
There's no correct answer.
[ a truth and a lie, because each person has their own brand of selfishness. a part of their nature that they can't deny. ]
All it tells me is that we're very much different from each other. So much so that I think you wouldn't like to hear my own thoughts on the matter.
[ another smile, before she hastens her steps, stretching her arms above her head when she finally steps foot just outside the palace entrance. the mages have kept her inside the palace for so long, imploring her to wait until she's gotten an escort at least.
but ah, where to start now? ]
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there's no strikes given. she's allowed to have her own opinion, and he finds no threats for the safety of his nation here. she is, after all, not their princess. he does not recognize her as such, and does not find the need to turn against her.
a nation, or a loved one? her brother must be lucky.
the guards at the palace's gates salute dainsleif, who nods at them to allow them leave. khaenri'ah, outside the palace, is vast as any other land. for all that it's found underground, it's still bright, with lamps scattered all over. the grass, trees, birds — all made with khemia. there are buildings, houses, archways. into the distance, there are people going about their day, without a care in the world.
it is, no matter what, beautiful. peaceful. the pride of humankind. his answer, if it ever wavered, would find its strength again at the sight. ]
Is there anything you want to see? People will look at you no matter where you go.
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it's a sight that her brother would've loved to see, too. ]
I'm used to being looked at.
[ it's one of the occupational hazards of being a traveler; she will always stand out anywhere like a sore thumb, her features often different and unique compared to those around her.
she tilts her head when she hears laughter and music, voices ringing somewhere from a distance. by instinct, she grabs dainsleif's arm as she would her brother's, dragging him to the source of the noise. ]
I suppose we could always start where people gather.
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but each and every time, she surprises him.
it's hardly that dainsleif would consider himself touch-repulsed. he is not. but not many people do it, and the touch of the sun can burn. it's sudden, and warm, and like all living things, they thrive under it. she pulls him along, and dainsleif doesn't have half the mind to pull away from the touch.
the music brings them to a gathering that is almost festival-like. it had been humbly, if not prematurely made, with colorful hangings that go from house to house, lamp to lamp. there's music, there's dancing, there's fresh smell of food. it's a celebration, and considering the happenings of that exquisite, unusual day, it doesn't take a genius to know what they're celebrating.
this, too, is outside of his comfort zone. ]
Hmph. I suppose news travel fast if one is willing to listen. [ people talk, and they love to do so. there had never been an urgency to keep her arrival a secret. ] They're celebrating the birth of a new princess.
[ though birth isn't exactly quite right. ]
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communication is the first step to a good and healthy relationship. and as he's not complaining, well, she can easily assume that he's all for it—even if she can tell from his expression that he's not too keen on being touched and/or the idea of going to this gathering of sorts. his loss for not speaking out, really.
but even after reaching the streets, her hand on his arm remains, her pace simply slowing down to admire the decorations. there's laughter and cheer all around, contagious and boisterous, bringing a smile to her lips. it only fades a little, softening at the edges, when he remarks on what the festivities are all about just as a child approaches her.
briefly letting go of dainsleif, lumine crouches to the child's height, accepting the fistful of flowers they offer her. ]
There's a story I've read in another world, [ she says softly just as more people approach her, shaking her hands and touching her skirt and offering greetings and well-wishes. ] About a princess whose birth was celebrated by the entire kingdom.
[ her hand brushes on top of a little girl's head, who lets out a burst of delighted laughter. ]
In the end, she was sacrificed to the monster terrorizing their land by the same people who celebrated her birth. Tragic, isn't it?
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they praise her, offer her gifts, pour their hearts out for her. it is, at face-value, a beautiful sight to see. she stands out as she blends in, almost as though she has always meant to be there, in that spot, surrounded by their people, and this thought, too, is absurd. somewhere along the way, dainsleif had looked elsewhere.
even when she speaks, his eyes are not on her. he watches their people, so full of joy and innocence. such lively celebrations do not suit his person, a man clad in so many blacks among the most colorful decorations. he would not say there's discomfort in this; he has simply accepted the reality that he belongs elsewhere far better.
he listens with care, as always. it is only when she's finished that dainsleif looks at her again. ]
Is that a concern you have for your own future?
[ what is not said, between the lines, is: do you think khaenri'ah would sacrifice you? ]
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surely, there must be a reason for their presence in this world, the title bestowed on her. even the celebration currently being held in her honor represents an unspoken expectation pressing down on her shoulders. what it is, she's never been told, kept in the dark until perhaps the final moment when her duty is finally revealed.
in any case, she says nothing in response and simply smiles, tiptoeing and reaching out to put a crown of flowers on his head. khemia-made, she can tell from how artificial they feel under her fingertips, but they're beautiful all the same, woven by sincere hands.
once she's done admiring her handiwork on his head, she holds out a hand to him once more. ]
As my escort, shouldn't you be showing me around?
[ he can at least pretend to play the role of a willing royal guard, even if she knows it's a responsibility he doesn't wish to be burdened with. ]
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the same can't be said for everything else that follows.
he needs not look at the flowers to know they would look far better on her head. the motion makes him pause, almost freeze. time and time again, she does things he's not used to, things no one has ever dared do. the teasing, the touching, the boldness. all of his years as a knight of the royal guard, and the years as knight captain hasn't prepared him for a girl with golden hair and a smile that could blind someone.
for once, he doesn't reject the motion as much as he simply does what anyone else would've done. the crown, he takes from his head, and places it on her head instead. there's a faint red color on his cheeks as he does so. much, much better.
dainsleif clears his throat. ]
We can walk through the city. It will help you familiarize yourself with the streets.
[ it's the easiest escape route, after all. he turns, and begins walking elsewhere. he's far from being the best choice for escort. ]
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instead, she simply giggles when the crown is returned to her, plopped onto her head like it's meant to be there all along. but it doesn't stay there for too long, lumine tugging it down and placing it on top of another girl's head, the same one who had offered it to her in the first place.
her smile unwavering, she carefully arranges it so it doesn't fall down before she gives her a little wink and a curtsy. ]
A princess should have her crown, after all.
[ lumine quickly departs, walking after dainsleif before the rest of the crowd accosts her and keeps her from her tour of the city. then again, she doesn't think she'll be able to completely avoid them, not when the entire city seems to be involved in the festivities.
perhaps she should speak to the king about this, about celebrations held for a princess that's not of this nation. ]
It doesn't seem like everyone here is of Khaenri'ahn descent ... [ her head cants to one side, peering at some of the passers-by. ] Some of them don't have that star in their eyes.
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ive been so busy n tired im so sorry......
dw about it! i've been sick too, so it's not just you
you said that and then i got such a nasty cold 🤝
everyone's just getting sick nowadays. feel better soon!
god. yeah. it took me out for a couple days but i'm better now thankfully!!
aaaa that's good to hear!! make sure to get lots of rest while recovering, liquids, etc