(( I hope that helped =3 ))

Necilia leaned against one of the many watch towers of the inner gate in front of the catsle polished her sword. She ran the cloth over the cold steel slowly, lost in thought. She was alway like this after a battle, she just zoned out and liked to be alone when she did so. You're not supposed to show emotion as a warrior, but she wasn't made of stone. No one is.

She mourned for the ones that she and her fellow warriors had killed though she did not know them and they were she enemy. She also mourned her friends that had fallen in battle, for there were many.

She sighed and focused on the sowrd once again, she could see her reflection and decided it was clean enough. She looked up quickly as a white puuf fell onto the cold steel and metled. She smiled when she realized it was snowing. She loved the winter time, especially when it snowed.

Necilia looked at the man that had spoken and stood up quickly. "Of course," She bowed slitghly and quickly before continueing, her premature white hair falling into her face. "High god Kyin." She turned from him and gestured with her sword to open the gates, moving it so that it formed a special sign of approval. The men in the watch tower nodded down at her before they disappeared from view.

A few seconds later the large gate doors began to open, piling the snow out of the way as it went. Necilia turned back to Kyin. "Do you want me to escort you?" She asked politely, swinging her sword over her back. it slid silently into the Sheath on her back and settled comfortably at the bottom. She made it look easy to handle the large m*censored* of steel, but to any one else thet would barely be able to lift it at all, let alone weild it so skillfully.

"Necilia felt her face grow slightly warm at his compliment, "Yes. It is heavy." She answered, the weight on her back shifting slightly as if to emphasize the reality of that fact. Necilia caught the sphere easily, glad that she had such excellent reflexes. She looked at it in her palm before turning it over, the light glinted off of it beautifully and it sparkled.

"Thank you." She didn't know what else to say, the gift was sertainly unexpected. She moved past him to lead the way. "the Majesty's room is this way." She stated, her heels clicking on the stone floors and her hair swaying delicatly over her sword. She liked warrior life, but she wanted to be more feminine while protecting her village.

"Fortunatly for their Majesties' protection, they're located on the upper levels of the Castle. unfortunatly for us we have to travel to the upper levels of the castle to reach them." She was trying to lighten the mood, the castile was dull since the war was recwnt and everyone was mourning the dead and missing.

"Thats fine." Necilia answered, "Besides, I'm used to this kind of thing." She said, referring to physical labor. When you're a warrior, you can't complain about having to climb a few stairs, thats relaxing compared to some of the things that she'd done before.

"I've been in there a few time, the Queens is really very kind. But, honestly, it makes me nervous to be in such a place. Over the years, I've gotten used to things being tough ya know?" she said. They were coming up to the stairs and she looked up the m*censored*ive marble collection as it wound upwards.

"Today is actually my day off." she stated. "I was just hanging around the gate. Its one of the few places were I can get away from everyone to think after a battle." she thought about his question. "I do what im told to do whatever that might be. From guarding the front gate, standing in the front line, or cleaning the bathroom. But I enjoy what i do because it gives me a feel of importance."

She followed him up the stairs, wondering when he had p*censored*ed her. "I can manage." She chuckled, readjusting the sword absentmindedy on her back.

Kiddonu was a young king. His correnation, thought had been planed for for a while, was very sudden after the death of his father in a war. Since his mother had died years before, the prince hadn't quite been sure what to do with himself. He had only spent a few years on the throne now, and he often wondered if it annoyed his subjects and genral that he was infact so young and ruled so sternly. Today, Kiddonu was anxious to return to his castle, to his wife. On the way home from war, the moment the edge of his kingdom was in sight, he had quickened pace. Looking back now, he was sure he had annoyed alot of the warriors that way.

As anxious as Kiddonu was, he continued on with formalities upon entering the main city. He walked nearly every warrior to their home or estate, thankful that many stayed near the castle, and some even in it. This process took longer than expected, as he was growing impatient with every second that he was not with his beloved. At last, however, he was albe to walk his horse to the stables. It was good to be the king, as he didn't have to spend another hour away taking care of his horse after a long journy. It was snowing as he began to treck from the stalbes to the main castle gate, no longer aklowladging the people that bowed and muttered blessings as he p*censored*ed.

Kidd didn't even wait for the main gate to continue opening further, walking quickly in as soon as the space was wide enough to slip his wide, muscular body through. He ignored the gaurds at the front doors, too, pushing them open with m*censored*ive arms himself, letting his subjects close them behind him. Upon entering the main hall, Kiddonu found himself warmed by the presance of his home, knowing his love was upstairs. He took a few secconds to brush the snow off his shoulders and feet before heading west. He decided he would go the most indirect route to his chambers to remind his eyes of every statue, every painting, every gaurd of maid that he p*censored*ed. Dispite his cold exterior, he was rejoycing inside. At long last he would see what he held dear above all else. Who cares what this people thought of him? Today would be an awsome winter day.

((I'm not sure what to do with my other characters quite yet. Sorry this took so long.))

((Yesh, I remember. And Lady, I'm fine, thank you much! *noms*))

Kidd was a little taken aback by his love's actions, but he embraced her in mas/sive arms and spun her around the room, careful not to hit anything in the room. After a breif, full circle, he set his queen back down and embraced her, feeling her heart beet through their skin. Within secconds, his rate matched Mai's, as if they had exchanged their organs through fabric and skin. At last Kiddonu withdrew, his hands not leaving their places on either side of Mai's waist. He took her in, her form and state seeming more beautiful than it ever was. Oh, how he had missed this, and with that Kiddonu decided that he would never want to leave for so long again.

"What has that p*censored*ed while I was gone, my sweet?" Kiddonu said in as soft a tone as he'd ever spoken with before. It was almost unfathomable to hear such a tone from such a battle-scared young king, one of the seemingly countless reasons he rarely used it. The few times he did was with his wife, Mai, his own angel scent from the clouds of Heavan themselves. Again a question ran across Kidd's mind: What did I ever do to deserve something as presious as this?

Necilia smiled, "Thank you sir." She said politely, thanking him for the compliment.

"Thats quite flattering but you'd have to ask the King about my placement. It isn't my place after alll if you're being serious." She said, referring to him wanting her as a warrior, she didn't know if she belived it or not. Might be a joke and she misunderstood. She hoped that if it was a joke her responce would sound witty so she wouldn't look srupid.

"Their room is over here, I think the King had just returned from escorting the warriors home." Necilia walked up to the large double doors to the king's and queen's room and rapped lightly on the door. She hadn't seen the baby yet either and was feeling a bit giddy at this point. The baby was a gift from the Gods since they couldn't produce, she had heard.

(( Not as fail as mine ))