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[dynast_queen]

WHO: young!Ashelia, open!
WHAT: After surviving a day or two on the streets, Ashelia is about to give up the ghost.
WHERE: Near the docks!
WHEN: Sunset

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[solidor_heir]

The large amount of bills that kept appearing in their household were a novelty of which Larsa had grown tired. Initially he had tried to locate the source of such bills to extract answers as to why they were being billed- but the disappearance of a fellow Monarch halted such activities.

Having never met the Monarch in her younger years, Larsa being much too young himself, he relied on his imagination to fabricate an image of Ashelia. After asking around, he was finally pointed towards a little alley nestled in the Market District.

"Your Majesty?" He called, hoping his recognition of her title would spark at least basic trust.

[rosereddaughter]

Bridget sat on one of the stacks of empty boxes lining the street with her hood well up and over her head. She was watching the alley with an air of amusement when a young man started towards it calling for Ashelia. Her head turned so that pale blue eyes could examine the male with interest. Young, well-dressed and proper and with the sense of purpose one had when looking for someone familiar. Interesting...

"If you are looking for Ashelia, Jan is trying to lure her out for some food at the moment." Bridget tugged the hood back a little bit more since the sun was almost gone, and certainly not shining in the area anymore. She was ready to pull it back up again at the first trace of burning though. Too bad she was stuck looking like a preteen yet again! "Do you know her?"

[solidor_heir]

"Jan?" For all his regal upbringing, the boy still failed to mask the displeasure on his face at the mention of that name. "Then I must hurry and prevent him from such mischief."

Larsa fidgeted, distracted as he gazed into the alleyway once more.
"Yes, she is...an enemy and an ally also." The Heir answered, voice trailing. Realizing how rude it must have seemed, he turned his full attention to the young lady speaking to him.

"I do beg your pardon," he apologized, "Ashelia is the Queen of Dalmasca, a country my Empire is at odds with; however we both seek peace for our people and thus are allies."

"I am Larsa Solidor." The boy introduced himself, offering his hand.

[rosereddaughter]

Bridget caught the expression of distaste and noted that away for later. Jan didn't seem to have many people who actually liked him. Not that she could really blame them since he'd gone on a fairly public killing spree before, and his crude words didn't endear him to anyone who hadn't grown up by the docks. But he was starting to grow on her just a little. She hopped down from her perch just as the sun finished setting and left the over-sized cloak behind. She was in dressed in a frilly black dress and a pair of sandals, obviously something just thrown together rather suddenly but somehow suited her oddly adult mannerisms

[solidor_heir]

"She would still know of me." Larsa said slowly, processing the new information. "And a familiar face from her own world would not be too unwelcome, I should hope." By habit he paced a little, his mannerisms that of a man perhaps twice his age.

"If she claims to be a kidnapped princess about to be married, this would mean she knows nothing of the war that will destroy the peace of her Kingdom." A line creased his brow. "I shall indeed choose my words carefully and perhaps make it so that I am offering her a political refuge of sorts."

"Oh." Larsa blinked at the seemingly young girl. "You...are the General with whom I spoke to in regards to war and peace?"