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Zianro Azura

"King Oberon had my sword, so I pledge to find the Truth."

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a character in “Deliverance”, as played by Firewind

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"I serve the Royal Family, With Draconil and Na'ari's Bite at my Side."



[ Hell to your Doorstep | Frank Wildhorn ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ Teal || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ Crimson
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Image⌈N I C K N A M E⌋
Zian

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⌈G E N D E R⌋
Male

⌈R A C E⌋
Human

⌈R O L E⌋
Ex-Soldier

⌈F A C EXC L A I M⌋
Archer || Fate/Stay Night







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Image⌈P O T E N T I A LXI N T E R E S T⌋
Open: Zianro dreams of the day he finds the perfect woman who'll love him and be his forever. He also dreams of continuing the family Tradition of Passing his clan blade to a son, if he has one.

⌈S K I L L S⌋
    ‡ Archery || Using his bow, which he calls Na'ari's Bite, his archery is skilled as much as a soldier would be trained to do.
    ‡ Swordsmanship || His Clan Sword, Draconil, is his most treasured blade, and has learned to use it in his teens after leaving home to join the army. He intends to pass on what he learned in using the blade to the next wielder.
    ‡ Magic ||In his time as a member of Oberon's army, he has learned a few bits of magic to enhance his strength and stamina.

⌈S T R E N G T H S⌋
    ღ Eyes of a Hawk || His eyesight is impeccable, enabling him to see at a good distance to aid in his archery. Even with one eye closes if need be, he could nail a knot in a tree at about 40 paces away.
    ღ Focus || In the heat of a battle, he has been trained to remain calm, whether using his bow or his sword in terms of combat. "A reckless mind usually leads to one's undoing. Even in battle." As his father used to say.
    ღ Faith || He holds a lot of faith in his heart, and usually it doesn't steer him wrong with his moral decisions, despite it sometimes not being always the best choice. He chooses to place his faith always with hope.

⌈W E A K N E S S E S⌋
    Ψ Women || As he is partially active in searching for the right woman to be with him, seeing a beautiful woman will make him temporarily faze out of concentration for a short period of time. Usually around five minutes or more.
    Ψ His Mind || There are costs to his skills and abilities, he is unable to properly read people, or their body language. It is a condition they claim is of the mind but has no real name to be put by.
    Ψ Battle Fatigue || Soldier's Heart, Shellshocked, PTSD, call it what you will. The years he has spent fighting has lead him to have what most soldiers are prone to have. It doesn't bother him mostly, but often in his dreams, and more Rarely in his waking hours, he'll hallucinate a large battlefield, filled with swords that seemingly mark grave sites of people he helped slaughter.




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|| Friendly † Fierce † Honorable † Vengeful † Haunted ||


At first glance, Zianro is a fierce, imposing figure of a man, with his bow and sword in combination. But more often then not, his more friendly, almost jovial side is often right underneath the fierce exterior persona of a soldier. He loves to make friends, and is open to be a shoulder to cry on. However, if you were an enemy to him, or his friends, watch out. He is a vengeful person, if not a man with honor. Anything the enemy did to a friend or colleague would be met with the Steel of Draconil, or the vicious arrow sent by Na'ari's Bite.

Through it all though, he has a secret, haunted side to him. A soldier through and through, his dreams are often haunted by visions of Soldier's graveyards, with swords for headstones. A part of him regrets surviving as long as he did. But his desire to continue his clan legacy has spurred him down this path, without comprehending the price. His faith in people and honor is mostly used to try and light beacons of hope in the hearts of everyone he meets, in hopes to drown out the painful songs of the dead.





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⌈H I S T O R Y⌋

He was born the seventh child of a tavern owner, and only son of six older, lovelier sisters. Zianro first started work in his youth, tending to his father's stables. He always looked forward to bedtime stories from his grandfather or father, among the stories were told were the stories of his family history. Their Ancestor, Na'ari, a blacksmith under the yoke of an evil overlord, rebelled and forged a sword to combat his master, only to be banished from the kingdom he was born in, eventually settling in Alfheim. For generations however, the sword Draconil was passed down from father to son, to be wielded in times of trouble.

One day, at age fourteen, Zianro was given Draconil, for The Alfheim army was in need of soldiers to defend the country against a dark power to the North. He entered the military and proceeded to fight through many defenses and skirmishes against this Northern threat, learning how to use magic to enhance his stamina and speed for at least 20 seconds, or enhance a shot from a black colored standard Alfheim Longbow, which Zianro dubbed Na'ari's Bite. He would get letters from his family to see how they were doing from time to time during those long harsh years of fighting. He made friends, lost friends, and fought many foes during those times. Then one day, he recieved a letter of discharge, he was to go out and live his life.

Zianro at first didn't know what to do other then settle down and raise a family and prepare for the tradition his father did for him in passing down Draconil. However, almost two weeks after his discharge, he heard the news that The King and Queen were poisoned. Zianro was shocked and dismayed, and even more confused when the blame and a bounty was placed upon the Prince's head. So he made a second objective. In connecting with his first objective to find a good woman to raise a family with and continue his Family traditions, he will locate the Prince, and find out for himself who was really responsible for the downfall of King Oberon.

"So be prepared, you who are responsible. Because I will deliver Hell to your doorstep."


So begins...

Zianro Azura's Story

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress took the gel cautiously, looking at the tube. She unscrewed the cap and touched it against her tongue, grimacing. "This is awful!" Cress cringed, stuffing the cap back on and handing it back to Aya. How could she stand to live like this? She seemed okay with this entire arrangment, as though her life was worth nothing more than nutrient paste, or whatever, in a plastic tube. "Don't you want real food? And a real education? And... you know, to live a life that isn't surrounded by rubble?" Cress asked, wondering if Aya's only aspirations were really to work in a factory and eat food that came from a toothpaste tub. "Or you know, to at least be able to see the sky more than just in pockets?" She stared up at the two suns, her heart stopping in her chest. Two suns, that wasn't right.

Andromeda Galaxy? So Cress's guess was right, she really had left the Milky Way. In that case, there was no way that Ellie was here... was she? No, Cress shook her head. Her cousin was probably back at home, going to school, or maybe the police to put in a missing person's report. It wasn't the first time Cress had gone missing either. They probably thought she was wandering in the woods again and would return home any second, once she got hungry or realized that she hadn't taken anything with her. They would never know that she was trapped here, in a galaxy far, far away. "I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming." Cress looked at her fingers, counting them. In dreams you couldn't focus on things as specific as your fingers, but she counted to ten without trouble.

"Aya... I'm-I'm not from here." She said softly when they suddenly swerved, stopping at a gate. It was taller than most trees Cress had seen, silver in color, with spikes at the top. It was clear that they did not want people to come through the gate. Aya hoped off of her bike and waltzed up to the guards, speaking to them. Cress couldn't hear them from where she sat, but from the looks of it, they hadn't seen her cousin. She rose, hesitant, if these were guards then maybe they could take her to see their monarch or president, or whatever ruled here. If Cress could just explain, then maybe they had a way to get her back home? After all, they had strange, floating gravity bikes. They must've had some sort of tech that could send Cress back. If she could just get back to earth, she could find her way home from there.

"Wait, Aya. Go sit on the bike for a minute, okay?" She stopped in front of the bars, wearing nothing but flimsy, slightly, see-through pajamas and hiking boots. "Well, would you look at that?" The red haired guard winked. "What's your name beautiful?" She twirled the spear in her hands, leaning on it, a leery look in her eyes. "My name is Crescent Winter and I come from the Via Lactea Galaxy." The two guards looked at each other, as though they didn't quite believe what they had just heard. "Please, I need to speak to your King or Queen, or President, or... whatever ruler you have here. I need to go back home." Suddenly, they burst out laughing. "Alright, we'll take you to our leader," it was clear she was being mocked. "That's what aliens say, right?" The gate opened despite their taunting, the red headed guard reaching through to pull Cress behind the bars.

"Not! Did you think you could get to our Queen so easily!" She was abruptly shoved to the ground, a spear at her throat. Cress stiffened, blanching. "The only place a rubble like you belongs is in the loony bin!" Mitchy the guard yelled, Cress able to see his nametag from her spot in the dirt. She looked back at Aya, but the gate was separating them. "Please, I'm telling the truth! You have to believe me!" She squeaked.

A flash of light came from the sky, smoke surrounding them. Cress was grabbed from the dirt and pulled back. "It's the rebels! Sound the alarm!"

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress was pulled to her feet, her night clothes now smeared with dirt. In the midst of the smoke, she was grabbed by the rebels, a man with fox ears on his head, in case this world could not get any stranger. She followed him quietly, shoulders slumped, having been laughed in the face by this world's authorities took the wind out of her rather quickly. There was no reason for her to fight, after all. She had no way of getting back home, no way of knowing if her cousin was here, heck, Cress didn't even know if any of this was real or not. The alleged rebel introduced himself as Farrel, he took Aya along with them, no doubt because she had been there too. He claimed he wanted to speak with them and made them don cloaks. It was far too warm and stiffling underneath it, but Cress tolerated it because she didn't know if the guards from before were following them.

The building they entered was unassuming, like everything else in this strange place. It gave no indication that it was a rebel base, which Cress figured was fitting since they wree supposed to be in disguise. They entered through a back door, Cress taking the cloak off as soon as they were inside. There was no running air conditioner, which didn't surprise her. The inside was crammed with screens showing every inch of what Cress assumed was this planet? City? She wasn't quite sure. "Take a seat, help yourselves to some nutrient paste." He gestured to a bowl on the table full of those little tubes of gross tasting stuff. Cress grimaced at the thought and sat down gingerly on the edge of the couch.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," Cress spoke softly to Aya. What if she coudn't return to her home now that she had been caught? What if they would come after them? Cress swallowed hard, could she even go back to Corren's clinic? Her stomach clenched in knots just thinking about it, she may as well have just doomed herself. Her eyes wandered to the screens that were everywhere, her heart nearly jumping into her throt. Cress leaped to her feet, running to get a closer look. "That's her, that's my cousin! That's Ellie!" She pointed excitedly to one of the screens, a girl that Cress didn't recognize was there with her. Her cousin appeared to be asleep, but the fact that she was here, on the same planet, in the same galaxy, was enough to spark the fire within her.

"Your cousin?" A voice from behind them guffawed. "That's the Princess, surely if she had a cousin, we would all know." Cress whirled around to see a woman with short black hair and a scar across one of her eyes. "Princess? That can't be right, she's just... Ellie." Cress turned back to the screen, wondering if she could have mistaken her for someone else but no, that was unmistakebly her. "I would know Ellie anywhere." Her hands clenched into fists, one balling over her heart. Why did they think that Ellie was a Princess? Her cousin was the opposite of nobility. She forgot to eat sometimes, was messy, always elbows deep in the latest tech...

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Narisia? A Princess? It was as though they were speaking French to her. Keep smiling? How could she do that when her cousin had been kidnapped and was being held hostage as some sort of Princess? What would happen next? Would they champion her a prince and force her into an unhappy marriage? Cress shook her head, she had to save her cousin. "Come back? She's been on earth this whole time!" Cress argued, wondering why Aya seemed to think that Ellie was really their missing princess. Cress understood now, they were crazy. How could they not be blind to see the truth? Her cousin had been abducted to replace this Narsia, or whatever her name was. The rebel with the scar announced herself as Xion, the leader of this operation.

"You saw me fall?" Cress asked. Were they just going to let her die then? If Aya hadn't found Cress with her gravity bike, then she would've become a human puddle on the pavement. "Were planning on just letting me die then?" Instantly, she did not trust these people. They were not on her side, or Ellie's side. Still, they promised they would get her to the Untouchable Tier. A ball, in two days. She took advantage of the real food they had here too, helping herself to bread, not having realized how hungry she was. "So what do I have to do?" She asked through a mouthful of crumbs, brushing them off of her lips. It seemed like an easy enough task, only too easy. Still, Cress wouldn't be suspicious of it until they gave her a reason to be.

"Alright, I'll do it. We'll do it, Aya's the one with the bike." Aya agreed through a mouthful of bread, it seemed she too, was taking full advantage of the food. "Come on Aya, let's go deliver those books. I'm sure your family is worried about you." She rose, "We will contact you tomorrow." Xion said, her smile mysterious. Cress hefted up the container of books and put the cloak on that was offered by Farrel. Once Aya was next to her, they made their way back to the Rubble Tier and back to the gravity bike. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, you probably want nothing to do with this rebellion and stuff. I'm sure your life was peaceful before today." Cress had probably interrupted her routine. "Still... thanks for... you know."

After the books had been delivered, it was time for Aya to head home. "I can find Corren's place from here, don't worry about me, alright?" Cress waved until Aya was out of sight, then made her way, clutching the hood close to her. There were guards stationed everywhere, she noticed, and who knew if they were wathcing her? She did her best to not act suspicious, to keep her head low and shoulders down, blending into the crowd that wore mute, dull colors. At last she reached the bush that led to the ladder and clambered up, knocking on the door. She was let in by Finnley, who looked at her in distaste. "Follow me," he spoke quietly, leading Cress to a shower. "You can change into these clothes after," she nodded, grateful that at least for now, she had a place to stay and sleep. Once she showered and replaced her clothes, she slept on the cot with the threadbare blanket, contemplating how she would get herself and her cousin back to earth.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress awoke, startled, wondering where she was. Then, slowly, she remembered. This was not her cozy bed in Sierra Nevada, this was a strange world, a strange planet, outside of her galaxy and her cousin was here, in need of rescuing. "Good morning," Corren had come to check on her. "Morning," Cress yawned, rising. Finnley had left her new clothing on a chair, ones that would let her blend in. "I brought this, so you won't have to eat the nutrient paste." He handed her a sandwich, which Cress was thankful for. "Why'd you do that? What if you got in trouble?" She asked, but took it anyway, grateful for real food. "Because you're not from around here Milky Way and the last thing I need you to do is vomit." She nodded in appreciation, eating her fill.

"So how come there's no gardens down here? I noticed when Ayana was flying me around that I couldn't see a spot or bushel of green." She asked, brushing crumbs off of her pajamas. "It's how the Untouchables control the Rubbles. Make sure they can't grow their own food and they have to rely on them if they don't want to starve." Cress frowned, "but people are starving. I can count every bone in so many of those kids bodies," she said, horrified. Corren shrugged as though this were normal. "It's just how it is around here. The soil is mostly sand, they couldn't grow anything if they tried. Now get dressed, you promised me a hand and I'm going to use it." She nodded, getting dressed as soon as he left. She laced up her boots, glad for the familiar comfort.

"I'm ready, what do you need me to do?" Cress asked, washing her hands and pulling on gloves. "Mostly to dress wounds and change bandages. Can you write and read?" Cress blinked, "Not your language." She had noticed it yesterday, somehow, she spoke the language they spoke, but could not read or understand their letters. "Then you'll learn on the job, take their names down, write it in your language and then you'll translate it after." She nodded, there was a steady stream of people that came in all day. Cress cleaned wounds, taking oil out of skin. She helped children with coughs and sneaked them extra sweets from the bowl on Corren's desk. Most of the were far too thin for comfort, some of them had wounds or missing fingers from working in poorly kept factories.

It was after she had finished for the day that Aya arrived at last. "I'm here, I'll be there in a second." She dried her hands on her pants, figuring she didn't need to waste a towel. "Come on Aya, let's go see Xion." Corren looked between them, he didn't seem surprised that they were going to see the rebellion. "Just be careful around those guys," he warned. "They're the type that will do whatever it takes to get what they want." She nodded and followed Aya out of the pipe and down the ladder, to where her bike was waiting in the bush. "Aya, you don't have to get involved, it might be safer for you not to."

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




It seemed that despite Cress's protest, Aya was here to stay. In a way, Cress was glad. Aya was familiar, she was on her side. Having someone consistenly there for her... made her stomach squealch strangely. Back on earth, it was hard for Cress to make friends. She had lost a lot of them after the accident and spent most of her time outside, honing her green thumb. She had a handful, but Ellie was the one people grativated towards. She was a sun that the planets revolved around. In a way, it didn't surprise Cress that her sister had been taken to be some sort of Princess. "Aya," Cress said softly, "Thank you." They suddenly sped up, but Cress didn't know why. She looked where Aya was looking, but didn't see anything in particular that might make her speed up.

A ball? That was wildly outside of her comfort zone. Dresses and makeup, stuff like that wasn't what Cress would exactly call her forte. They were whisked away almost immediately to a side room and forced into chairs that were clearly meant to prep them. A team of girls were at Xion's sides, each holding a different grooming tool. Cress swallowed hard, this looked more like torture than help. What was Xion thinking? "So let me get this straight, you're going to take two girls, one from the poorest tier on your planet and the other who is literally from outter space and place them in the center of everyone's attention where they could be captured or killed?" Xion nodded. "Great, just wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into." Her nails dug into the skin on her thighs, she didn't know what was worse.

Getting thrown onto a different planet? Or suddenly having to attend a ball? She glanced at Aya as she was stripped, noticing the bruising on her fair skin. "Aya.... nevermind," Cress looked away. She had seen injuries like those before and Xion too, seemed to notice Aya dodging the question. Still, no one pressed her. It seemed that the ball was the priority. Aya was going to play the part of Aine Dorones, a notable noblewoman and Cress, her servant. "Sounds good to me." There would be less attention on her, it would be easier for her to move. After all, no one cared about a servant. Xion's eye had a gleam in it that Cress didn't like. She was being used, she knew, but for what purpose, Cress wasn't sure. At the subtle nod of a head, the gaggle of girls descended upon her.

She was scrubbed and waxed of almost all of her body hair. They plucked her brows and put creams and powders on her face to make her look presentable and then, finally, the dress. It was darker than Aya's, meant for Cress to blend into the crowd rather than stick out. It matched her eyes, the fiery hues and warm tones going well with her hair and skin. "Aya, you really don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it." Cress reached over to squeeze her hand, wouldn't AYa's family worry? Wouldn't they be wondering where she went? After all, a ball wouldn't be easy to escape from once they entered.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




After getting suited up, Farren was given the task of teaching them to dance. Cress watched Aya, giggling as she stumbled and tried to learn to dance with less than an hour to go and two left feet. When it was her turn, she blanched and looked away. "I'll go easy on you," Farren promised, grinning. "No, it's not that." Cress said quietly, "I took ballroom and ballet for the first ten years of my ilfe." She rose, allowing Farren to teach her their custom dances. They weren't so far fetched, pretty similar to earth's actually. "You're actually kinda good at this," he grinned, oddly gentle with her. "Thanks... I think?" Their time was cut short, it seemed that their ride had arrived. Cress swallowed hard, they were really doing this. What if she died? What if she was killed? Or worse? What if Ellie was hrut and killed? This could all go south pretty quickly.

"Let's do this," Cress exuded false confidence as she held up the hem of Aya's dress, attempting to play the part. Their ride was nice, it was probably the nicest car Cress had ever been in. It had red velvet seats and the window lit up different colors as though they had fireworks built into them. Aya spoke with the man, who introduced himself as Serapina Dorones, the Father of the girl they were pretending to be. Did he know what really happened to Aine? Cress had to wonder. He apologized for Xion's behavior, was he in direct alignment with the rebellion as well? There were so many questions that Cress had, but she did not think it would be polite to ask. Was he really okay with Aya immitating his possibly dead daughter? It seemed so.

They had reached the Untouchable Tier, as everyone else called it. It was significantly nicer here than the Blossom Tier, Cress noticed. While the Blossom Tier looked about the same as Cress's own neighborhood before her move to California, the Untouchable Tier was more like something out of a sci fi movie. They passed an entire building made of glass that seemed to float, fish swimming between the walls. Fountain where the water went up instead of down, buildings that changed colors as they passed them. "What is this place?" Cress breathed. She felt awfully intimidated by all of this. Could they really do this? Could they really blend in up here? Cress opened her mouth, then closed it quickly, it seemed that they had arrived. She could hear the music from in her seat in the car.

They pulled up to what could only be described as a castle. There were people wearing dressed that Cress could only describe as both ridiculous and fascinating. One woman dripped in an outfit that seemed to be made of a fabric that rippled like water. Another had donned a gown that almost looked to be sewen of glass. Men wore suits in shades with patterns that moved when they did. One of them had eyes that followed and watched behind him. "We're really doing this," she whispered as the door opened. A carpet rolled out as soon as they arrived, as though it had been expecting them this entire time. "Well, after you Madame." After all, Cress had to now play the part of the servant. She had an easier job, she believed, than poor Aya, who was immitating what could possibly be someone who had died in a purposeful attack.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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The ballroom was somehow even more incredible than the surrounding area, if that was possible. There were tiles that glowed, illuminating the ground in soft light. On the far side of the room were tables and tables filled with food and drink the likes of which Cress had never seen. Floating above them were flowers suspended in bubbles that changed color, drifting seamlessly throughout the air, possibly controlled by some unforeseen force. Cress had no idea what this place was, but it was fr more advanced than any movie she had seen. Sitting on thrones made of different materials were the supposed Patriarch and Matriarch, as well as Ellie. The King sat on the throne that seemed to be made of solid silver, perhaps because gold was far too maleable. The Queen had a throne chipped from diamonds with intricate patterns of lace, glittering even in this light. Ellie sat on a throne that was pieced together out of large spikes of multicolored quartz, her expression unreadable.

Cress swallowed hard, following Aya across the room. They walked towards the food tables, Cress's stomach grumbling. She hadn't realized how hungry she was, but she was too busy staring at Ellie, attempting to get her to return her gaze. Standing a bit behind her was a tiny blonde girl with puppy ears and a tail that hung between her legs, betraying her emotions. Cress looked away, afraid of staring too hard and attracting the attention of the Queen, the last person she wanted to notice her. Instead, she trained her gaze on the flowers that floated above them, glittering in the light. There were flowers everywhere, she noticed. Peace lillies, the symbol of renewal. Whoever had picked them was clever, Cress thought.

Aya suddenly shoved something into her hands, telling Cress that she appared hungry. "Th-thanks," she took the food gratefully. It had a crusty exterior that was light and fluffy, with a custardy interior that melted on her tongue. It had the appearance of a cream puff and the taste of a galaxy, Cress thought. Her eyes widened and she finished it in nearly three bites. Ellie had descended from the throne platform with a boy on her shoulder. He wasn't bad looking, but not her cousin's type. She swallowed hard and wiped her hands on a napkin. "Aine," Cress said quietly, in case anyone was listening to them speak. "We should exchange pleasantries with the Princess, should we not?" Right now she was being swarmed by dignitaries and other Untouchables.

They would have to wait until the crowd died down, perhaps once the music started up in earnest people would leave Ellie alone? Cress was patient of course, she waited and waited until the crowd thinned out and even Ellie's partner had gone to eat something, but her cousin was still standing in the center, talking to one or two people. Now was their chance, Cress thought. "Aine," she gestured towards the line of two people. Cress had waited this long, she could wait out another couple of minutes. Cress was suddenly feeling anxious and nauseous. Perhaps it was her own nerves that were getting to her, but she knew that this could blow their cover. The two people that were before them came and went in a flash, then, at long last, it was their turn. Cress swallowed hard and stepped forward.

"Ellie," she said softly, hoping the music would cover them. "It's me, it's Cress."

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Her cousin cut into her words, not looking at her, acting cold and distant. Cress's heart froze in her chest. Had Ellie been brain washed? Had that Queen that took her away done something? She knew it was the same person, how could she tell? Well, Cress knew Ellie had a scar on her shoulder, a small, faint one from when they were kids doing stupid, childish things. It was there, visible enough that Cress could just barely make it out in this light. It was her cousin indeed, not some foreign Princess wearing her face. Cress's hands balled into fists. They called her Nee, but that wasn't her nickname. Why was she acting like this? Why was her cousin telling her to give up and go home? Cress looked up, Aya would dance with Ellie, the red haired knight that had guarded the gate sidling up beside her.

Heron took her hand, her grasp tight. Had they been caught? Did Heron recognize her from their encounter at the gate? Cress didn't know. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. "It would be an honor to dance with you, Ms. Knight," Cress took her free hand and picked up her dress, using it to curtsy the way Farren had shown her. It was different than on earth too, there were different levels of bowing depending on the position, was what he had said. The deeper the bow, the more respect given. Since Cress was supposed to be a lowely servant and Heron was a knight of the Queen, Cress dipped low, but not so low as to disrespect the "Princess" in their presence. "Go on Mistress Aine, I'll be here when you're done." Heron pulled her away, Cress turning to look at Ellie and Aya for only a second.

What did this knight want with her? Was it really to dance? Or was she going to drag Cress way, perhaps to jail for illegally entering the castle and disrupting the ball? Would Ellie let her go to jail? What if they executed her. Cress needed to get away, but Heron's grip was strong. She led Cress to the drink table, where Cress looked back at Aya and Ellie once more. "Here, drink this," Heron pushed a glass into her hands. The liquid changed colors in the light, looking almost like an oil spill. "Is this safe to drink?" Cress questioned, holding it up to the light, to which Heron laughed. "I'm not going to poison you!" She slapped her knee as though it were the funnies tthing nyone had ever said to her. Cress sniffed it, but it didn't smell like alcohol.

She took a sip, finding the taste to be sweet. It didn't have the slow burn in the back of the throat like alcohol did either. She took another swig, rather liking it. "What is this called? I've never had anything like it." There was a hint of a smile on her face. "It's called Grappleberry juice," Grapple? As in a grape and an apple? "It's good," she finished her glass and placed it on a passing servant's tray. "Now, fair lady, would you like to dance?" Heron held out her arm. Cress gingerly took it, wondering what sort of trick this was, or if it wasn't a trick at all.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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The Princess was receptive to the salad, that was good, Shiro was glad that it was, indeed her favorite. She would make note of that in case she ever had to order food for the Princess. Of course, she wasn't all that great at remembering things in the first place. "Th-that's okay!" She said quickly, waving her hands in front of her. "I've already eaten breakfast." She had eaten this morning, her food carefully balanced so that she could maintain her tiny, cute figure. "But your generosity is amazing! It's just like everyone has always said!" Right, she was supposed to pour on the praise, that was part of her duty as lady in waiting of course. To make sure that the Princess knew just how amazing and generous she was. Shiro was glad that she was doing her job right so far, hopefully she could continue to serve the Princess to the best of her ability.

The Princess knelt down where Shiro had fallen, her neck sore from being shocked. "P-Princess! What if you get in trouble!" Shiro stuttered, disbelieving that the Princess would go behind her Mother's back like this. Of course the Princess had invented it, she was brilliant, after all. It was no secret to the Kingdom that Princess Narisia was the smartest, often inventing items that would help make the lives of everyone in Ashia easier. "Are you sure?" Shiro asked, sitting up. "What if-what if I do something wrong? How am I supposed to know?" The collar had been her guide, she didn't know what life was like without it. What if she fell and no one scolded her? What if she did something bad like sneak dessert and the collar didn't stop her?

"O-okay," Shiro nodded, she would remember. She wasn't a good actress though, no doubt the Queen would realize that something was up. She jumped to her feet, hoping to be of use to the Princess. "Itward Cherubim is currently serving at the military academy. He has expressed hope in becoming the next General of the Guard, Heron Cherubim is a Royal Knight and is currently stationed at the Blossom Gate on the second layer." Shiro supplied helpefully, hoping she had done a good job. "Corren Liefthith is taking in his family's footsteps and studying to become a doctor." Did she get all of the information out? Shiro hoped so, those were the only three that the Princess had requested to know about.

"Y-yes Princess!" Shiro rushed forward with the dress, assisting Princess Narisia in putting it on. She laced up the back and arranged the Princess's hair neatly around her shoulders. "N-no! That wouldn't be appropriate if I called you that!" Shiro shook her head, knowing that she would most definitely displease the Queen if she called Princess Narisia by her nickname. Still, the Princess had requested it and Shiro was supposed to be the Princess's most loyal confidant.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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Shiro was more than happy to supply all of the information that Princess Narisia felt she had missed over the last seven years. They were all just glad that she was back and safe. "I'm sure once they realize your genius they won't question you," at least not publicly. Shiro was a little bit aware of how nobles operated, their games and cruel jokes. She had never been the butt of them, thanks to the Queen, but Shiro had seen what they liked to do and how awful they could be to one another. She didn't understand why anyone would allow these things to happen, but she knew that it was best to simply keep her mouth shut and stay out of their way. "I-I can give you all the time you need," Shiro blushed, wondering why the Princess felt compelled to help her.

No one had ever helped her before. They would look on in pity, but no one would ever dare get in the way of the Queen. She zipped up the Princess's gown and tied the ribbon in the back, the dress fitting splendidly. Shiro had made a good choice, she thought, for this dress exuded a quiet power and elegance. She stepped off of the stool and quickly shuffled it away. Compared to the Princess, Shiro was tiny, but well, compared to everyone Shiro was tiny. After all, a lady in waiting should never be taller than those she served. "Yes Princess!" Shiro bustled after her, lifting the tail of the Princess's dress so that she would not risk tripping and hurting herself. Not like Shiro, who seemed to be naturally clumsy no matter how hard she tried to remain poised.

Shiro was familiar with the Vance family of course, she had sat in on plenty of meetings while the Queen was teaching her how to be a proper lady in waiting. She had been made to memorize herself with the names and faces of nobility, should she ever need to gently remind the future Queen who the people before her were. Despite many other of the palace servants, Shiro was lucky. She had been given a proper education of maths and science. She could read, write, count, and even figure out word problems, which was more than most of the servants could do. The Queen wanted to make sure that Shiro was a lady in waiting befitting of the Princess. Of course, that didn't mean Shiro was any good at any of those things, she had just barely passed the exams she had been rigorously given four days ago.

"Ah, yes!" Shiro rushed forward, taking a seat beside the Princess. "Are you sure this is appropriate?" Shiro fidgeted, but the holopad was placed down in front of her. She looked at the test, then back up at Tutri Vance, then back down. The questions were easy at first, they were basic knowledge like questions about the galaxy, addition, and spelling. They grew harder as Shiro went down the line, her head spinning. Each time a big red X showed up on the sceren, she stiffened, waiting for the telltale shock, knowing she had done something bad, but it didn't come. She continued, feeling tense by the time she had finished, getting more questions wrong then right.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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Shiro stiffened when they addressed her, she was glad that the tutoring with Tutri was over, it had been nothing but stressful. She wuld make note that Princess Narisia thought that Tutri Vance could possibly make a good ally and made a mental ping for later that she should probably write this down. Perhaps Shiro should be carrying around a notebook? She shuffled through her dress pockets, finding a piece of paper and a pen. Good, she could use this for now. Shiro followed Princess Narisia to their next meeting, where the soldiers were waiting to meet their Princess. King Azel was waiting for them, seeming pleased to see his daughter. He was less formal than Queen Narina, which Shiro had always liked, but for the most part, he had ignored her existance and allowed the Queen to do as she pleased.

Princess Narisia praised her, Shiro blushing and shaking her head. "I-I'm just doing what I'm supposed to!" She squeaked, looking away and scratching her cheek with the backside of the pen. The King led them to the barracks, where the soldiers had cleaned the place from head to toe. Shiro had been here once before and it certainly had not looked this nice. "They cleaned up so nicely for you Princess," Shiro said, keeping a respectful distance. She fell quiet after that, realizing that she had just spoken out of turn. She winced, preparing for the shock, then recalling that it would not come. Princess Narisia had deactivated the collar, but what if this was some sort of test? What if her kindness was only to tell the Queen whether or not Shiro was fit to serve her?

The puppy stood up straighter, her tail wagging in determination. She would have to prove that she was fit to serve, she would pass all of the Princess's tests! After all, she had gotten this far... "I can do this," Shiro whispered, lifting up her piece of paper and pen, ready to take notes and be the best Lady in Waiting that she could for the Princess. She followed the Princess, making note of anything that sounded significant, ensuring Narisia's dress did not get caught, and making certain that the soldiers did not try to touch the Princess. She wasn't the guard of course, but Shiro would subtly step between them, should one of the soldiers try to reach out or take Narisia's hand.

When it was over at last, Shiro was rather glad. She was already tired from how much work she was doing and how much preparation she had put in, but the Princess came first, as always. "Now that the tour is over, would you like to take a break for lunch Princess?" Shiro inquired, "are you hungry or thirsty? I can bring you snacks if you want to eat the King?" Her tail was wagging nervously, giving away just how hard she was trying to please the Princess.