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[regal_innocence]

Our first conference is completed, but I am certain it is far from the last.

Delita, Valmafra. I take it that there was no problem in my absence?

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[golden_age_king]

No problems that need trouble you, my lady.

[Despite this, Delita has a bandage on his neck, as well as the hint of many more underneath his armor.]

[golden_age_king]

Whenever you seek to leave these walls, you have but to ask. Ser Light will not like it, but I will take the blame. You deserve more than to be locked up here like a helpless child.

[regal_innocence]

[She looks at him a moment, genuinely surprised...before her face melts into a soft smile, and she nods]

...Thank you, Delita. Truly.

Your kindness...means more than I can say in words.

[golden_age_king]

[He offers a small, cracked smile.]

For you, no kindness can be too great.

[regal_innocence]

[Here, have a blush, Delita. And the small turning away of a young girl who is caught alone in a room with her crush. Or something to that effect.]

You are too kind. I deserve not such words and attentions, but...

Thank you.

[golden_age_king]

O-Of course.

If... you'll excuse me, Princess. I shall take my leave.

[And he's hurrying away.]

[regal_innocence]

[Ovelia is now a bit confused, especially since he didn't even put his armor back on before he left.

She gets up quickly, and dashes to the door, throwing it open, calling out to him.

She's not sure if he's even in earshot--she's not paying attention.]

Delita!

[golden_age_king]

[He looks over his shoulder.]

Yes?

[regal_innocence]

[She smiles, though maybe a bit more playful than she would normally be, but to see Delita in a situation where he was distracted enough to leave his armor was a little bit priceless.]

I suppose you would fancy wandering the castle in a state of undress, milord? It seems that you have left your armor in my chambers.

[golden_age_king]

Did I? The stress of battle has affected my mind, it seems.

Leave it, then. I shall send a servant for it later. For now, I'm afraid I tire.

[regal_innocence]

[Oh, Delita. She saw what you did there. Still, she smiles.]

Worry not, it shall be in your chambers by this eve. I shall be certain of it.

[In fact, she'll polish and deliver it herself.]

But please, get some rest, milord, in the meantime. Certainly you deserve it.

[golden_age_king]

As you wish, my lady.

[Delita turns and walks away.

Past a pair of serving girls, who immediately begin to whisper...]

[regal_innocence]

[Ovelia then watches his back with a 'wow what a man' look, not even noticing the servant girls, until he is out of sight.

Then, she steals into her bedroom, letting out a soft sigh, and sets to work on polishing Delita's armor to look good and new.]